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* MAJOR CRIMES *
Season 05 Episode 12
"White Lies Part 2"
Precisely Synchronized by srjanapala

Bless me, father,
for I have sinned.

It's been three weeks
since my last confession,

and in that time,
I have lied four times.

And I-I've begun cohabitating
with a man

to whom I am not married.

Let's see.
He's catholic.

He's divorced, too.

Not that big of a problem.

Your rules, father.
Not mine.

Yeah, well,
we're working on that.

Give my best to Andy,
would you?

Anything else?

I committed a mortal sin.

I killed a man.

To save the lives
of others.

The Bible says,
"thou shalt not kill."

God forgives these sins

when they're made
in the pursuit of justice

and saving
the lives of others.

Except that
I am not sorry.

What?
There is no guilt.

There is no remorse.

There is no compassion
for his soul.

In fact, the more
I investigated Dwight,

the less human he seems.

Because of what he did
in the courtroom?

And beyond, father.

The murders
didn't stop there.

She died hard and ugly.

I'd say poison.

See her face? Vomit
around her mouth, nostrils.

Signs of massive convulsions,

which probably broke
her own spine.

Well, I'm ruling out suicide.

Well, it looks like
she had travel plans.

There goes
our last eyewitness.

So, our court clerk
loaded the gun for Dwight,

forged the signatures
on the evidence bag,

then rushed here
to Aryan central to what?

To collect her reward?

And then someone makes sure

she never gets
to talk about it.

Yeah, just like Dwight,
just like Deputy Simms.

Everyone tied to
this conspiracy ends up dead.

I don't think Hai Sun
had her last supper here.

I mean, there's dried vomit
on her mouth,

but nothing on the carpet.

Some of
the storm troopers living here

probably knocked her off,
rolled her up in the rug,

and dumped the body.
How long ago?

Last night?
Not too late.

This room's pretty warm.
Hard to be precise.

I'm scraping vomit
off her mouth,

and maybe Dr. Morales
can tell you what she ingested.

Yeah, and that means
we have to look everywhere

for the rest of her vomit.

What a wonderful way
to spend the afternoon.

[ Crowd shouting indistinctly
in distance ]

All right,
I'm gonna see what that's about

and if lieutenant Flynn
needs a little help.

Can you please remind
our local Nazis

that they lost the war
a long time ago?

They'll love hearing that
from me.

Sir, how late
are we going till tonight?

I promised Mark...

Your junior klan member
will have to wait, Julio.

We're working here.
Sir, since his mother died,

Mark has changed.

If I could just run by home
to put him to bed later...

We'll see, Julio.

I mean, right now, we have
to think about Hai Sun

and all the questions
that she will never answer.

Me and my team
can't get any closer

until all these thugs
are gone.

Yeah, Mr. Borja,
we're working on it.

We can't remove everyone
in a day.

I've already started
getting threats on my life.

Yeah, I unders...
Are you sure you can make

this site safe for my crew?

I agreed to build a shopping
center here, not a graveyard.

I understand, Mr. Borja.

Let us do our job,
and we'll be sure your people

are allowed to do theirs,
risk-free.

All right?
I'll get back to you.

What happened
with that Graff guy

you and Mike
were questioning?

No outstanding warrants,
no criminal record.

Just a couple of arrests
for civil disobedience.

And we can't hold the idiot

just because
Dwight Darnell liked him.

All right, well,
try and convince Graff

that calm here
is in his best interest.

This is our home.

Why are you trying
to take this from us?

This property
is being condemned.

Under gross misuse
of authority.

Another symbol
of how this nation

is being taken over
by savages.

You care more
for the advancement

of blacks and border-jumpers
than you do for the rights

of the people
who built this country.

Well, my people helped build
this country, too.

Graff, you want
to save your speech

for the next
Nazi ice-cream social?

This is an abatement
of property

known to house
unlawful activities,

and if you incite a riot,
this place

is gonna look like a prisoner-of-war
camp around here.

Okay?

You might tell chief Howard
this is gonna get naughtier

before it gets nice.

Hey, you!
Old man!

Yeah, I need back
in my place right now!

Sir, you'll get access
to your apartment

as soon as we finish
searching the building.

I got stuff in my apartment.

Hey, do you want to get back
before you get hurt?

See, grandpa, you may think
you're in charge here...

And now I feel like
things are spiraling apart.

I doubt my own sense
of right and wrong

and my belief in the justice
system and maybe even my faith.

Doubt is a natural response
to tragedy.

Those who chase monsters...

Cannot become monsters
in the process.

And if I can take another life
with no feeling at all,

then I-I don't know
who I am anymore.

Talk about
a classic lost soul.

Our Vic
is a textbook example.

Anything abnormal
in the autopsy?

No sign of a struggle.
No sign of any assault.

Like you thought... poison.

Hope it was delicious.

Any clue as to what kind?
Uh, not yet.

If you could find a toxic agent
somewhere on the property,that would help.

Something that would mix with
the contents of her stomach.

She didn't throw up
everything.

I have some chicken satay,
peanut noodles,

a little shrimp curry,
and a whole lot of rice.

Death by combo platter.

Someone served her that
last meal, someone she trusted.

Can we prove complicity,
doctor?

Oh, I think so.

And that is why Hai Sun wins
the lost soul of the year award.

What makes a young girl
like this

join
the White Power Movement?

It's hard to know.

How old is that tattoo?

Over a year, anyway.
Why?

Because if she was having
an affair with Deputy Simms,

given where that tattoo
is located,

he must have seen it
several times.

Hai Sun
was part of the conspiracy.

And now
she's another dead end.

We may have
a new Avenue of approach.

Since most of our best suspects
are dead,

we returned to the living
and checking out their stories.

Wildred Darnell lied to us.

I went back over
all the visitors logs,

looking to see
if someone connected to Dwight

might have talked
to another prisoner,

and though Wildred
never saw her son in jail...

Buzz? She did drop in
on a Mr. Jerry Vogel

once in a while.

Uh, back in county,

appealing an 11-year sentence
for his third DUI.

11 years.
That's one hell of a hangover.

Is Mr. Vogel
part of the Aryan movement?

Uh, no, ma'am, but the DUI
gives him a low-security status.

And in exchange
for protection,

he apparently works as
Zyklon's errand boy in county.

Do we have video of
Vogel's visits to Ms. Darnell?

Just their last.
The rest have been deleted.

Uh, the Sheriff's department
manages those records, ma'am.

Our dead Deputy strikes again.

But someone please explain
how Deputy Erin Simms

agreed to participate
in his own murder?

Makes no sense.

Maybe Mr. Vogel
can help us understand.

Buzz?

Come on, Jerry, please.
It's been nine months.

I need to see him.

Dwight don't want
to visit you, Wildred.

Says he has to stay strong
for his trial.

All right,
then... then at least tell him

that I love him
more than anything in the world

and I'm here for him,
no matter what.

And if he changes his mind,

you get a message to me,
all right?

I'll tell him...

If... next time you're here,
you show more boobs.

I walk out here again and
don't see tits, I'm leaving.

Jerry.

Jerry.

What a gentleman.

Well, it doesn't sound
like code to me.

Anything else
turn up from Naziland?

So far, no weapons, no meth,

no ephedrine,
and no vomit from our victim.

I've got a list of the contents
that were found in her stomach.

Looks like thai food.
Yeah.

You want us to give the building
one last go-over,

looking for toxic agents
that go with Asian cuisine?

Yes, but...

Tomorrow.

We are all exhausted.

Buzz, you have an important
interview in the morning.

Lieutenant, I would like you
to conduct that with him.

And I do not want any of you
being unnecessarily exposed

in Naziland tonight.

Well, I don't think
any of us

will say no
to a little shut-eye.

Sanchez, if you hurry,
you can get home

to listen to Mark read you
"make way for ducklings" again.

Well, thank you, lieutenant,
but we're working on

"Charlie and the chocolate factory"
right now.

Oh!

Oh, hey, uh, good luck
in the morning, Buzz.

Thanks, Amy.

Nail the guy.
Nail him.

I'm getting Jerry Vogel a hall
pass to come visit us tomorrow,

but what about
Wildred Darnell?

If she knows that Jerry
is a z-brotherhood errand boy,

she's holding stuff back.

Sharon?

I have to talk to
Ms. Darnell again. I know that.

But I don't trust myself
to do it.

Because you killed her son?

He didn't leave you
much choice.

But shouldn't I feel something
for her other than suspicion?

Do you blame Ms. Darnell
for Dwight's sins?

Well, it's hard not to wonder
if she did something wrong.

And the temptation to ask,
"how could you let this happen?"

Is strong, but I've always
believed that adult children,

at some point,
must take responsibility

for their own actions,
both the good and the bad.

Hey, um...

No matter what happens,
Buzz...

You... you have done
an awesome job.

Thanks.
I just...

Thanks.

Mr. Hecht, glad
you could clear your schedule

to talk with us again.

It's got to be illegal,

keeping me here in isolation
without charges.

I commend your interest
in the law, Mr. Hecht.

Hope it lasts.

Unfortunately, Mr. Hecht,
you lied to me.

I found your ex,
Jennifer Edwards,

and she denied being with you
during the ATM robbery

and double homicide we connected
to your fingerprints.

That's a lie.
You never spoke to Jennifer.

"He pulled me by the hair
and threatened my life

when I asked about the new Swiss
army watch he was wearing."

Does that sound familiar?

Oh, don't take my word
for it.

We have a statement
from Jennifer.

Here.

Read it.
Might jog your memory.

Don't worry about
the domestic-violence issues.

Come on, Buzz, get him.
The statute of limitations...

He's close.
Has expired on the number of times

you knocked Jennifer around.

Yes, her statement
about the watch,

taken with the partials,
and denying your alibi...

Oh!... Very bad.

So the terms of
our conversation have changed...

Because two murders doesn't
just jerk you out of Kern

and throw you
into Pelican Bay.

It puts you in line
for a bus ride to San Quentin

and a cell on death row.

Death row? What?

Why?

You didn't shoot anyone
that night.

Your partner
pulled the trigger.

But if I can't find him,
I'll settle for you.

Because of a fingerprint
and a stupid watch?

Hey, hey, hey.
I-I bought that watch.

Where?
At... at Nordstrom's on...

Swiss army watches were not sold
in American stores

until three years
after your accomplice

shot and killed this man.

And this man.

And that, sir,
is your last lie.

I will ask once more,
just once,

and if you don't answer me
truthfully,

we will hand you over
to the D.A.

And let the justice system
take its course...

Who was with you
the night you robbed the ATM?

Come on.
I don't get this.

It was 30 years ago, man.

But I hope the moment

has been kept fresh
in your memory.

I need a name.

I give you a name,
and I go back to Kern?

If we get an arrest, you agree
to testify against your partner,

and you make
a statement of facts...

Yeah,
we can work that out.

Fine.

It was Billy.

Billy Jones.

And do you know
where Mr. Jones lives?

- Do you have an address?
- No.

What about the name
of the town, a city, a state?

How the hell
would I know that anymore?

What about where he was from?
Ask him.

Why would I care
where the guy was from?

Is... is this bad?
William Jones

is one of the most common names...
It was the last job we did together.

In the English-speaking world.

He freaks out
over the shooting stuff.

I never saw him again.

Can you recall how you met Billy
or what he did for a living?

No. Sorry.

Okay.

We will continue
to hold you in isolation

until we find this Mr. Jones

and he corroborates
your story.

Mr. Hecht is finished.

Okay, Hecht,you know the drill.
Buzz, you did it, man.

Stand up, please.
Put your hands to your sides.

And don't move
until you're properly secured.

Andy, will you come with me?

Say, what the hell
is the bug up his ass?

I don't get it.

These two men
who were murdered...

Yeah?
His father and his uncle.

Man.
His father and his uncle?

Am I not the unluckiest
son of a bitch on earth?

I mean, what are the odds?

Hey, what the hell's
going on here?

Yesterday, this pea brain
took a swing at me.

Lieutenant Flynn,

Captain Raydor,
meet Wes Nolan, SIS.

Undercover with the
z-brotherhood for... five years?

Almost six.

Glad to be back
with some friendly faces.

Sorry about the circumstances,
though.

Tough.

It's very tough.

You've been working
with Zyklon the whole time?

- Yeah.
- Climbing up their greasy pole...

Till the Z's started pulling
back from dealing meth and drugs

and started pushing hate.

Right,
you know the deal, guys.

We had a great asset
inside Z,

and had we used him when you
were investigating the Colsons,

that would have been that.

But after the shooting
in the courthouse,

I think we need to re-evaluate
how Wes can do the most good.

Back with the z-brotherhood
or with us.

But first, captain, since you've
been cleared to resume duty,

obviously, I want to include you
in my decision.

Oh.
Thank you, Chief Howard.

Detective Nolan,
who runs z-brotherhood?

That's never been
entirely clear.

For two decades, it looked
like the principal shot-caller

with the Z's
was Brian Schultz.

Nazi-lite, cared more
about the cash he was making

selling drugs and guns
than the White Power business.

But when Schultz dropped dead
of a heart attack two years ago,

there was a little coup.

And Graff,
who the lieutenant here

had the pleasure of meeting...
Yeah. Sweet guy.

Jordan Graff
shoved his way up to the top.

Or, at least, that's what
it looks like from where I am.

Now, look,
Graff is a back-to-basics guy.

Re-emphasized
ideological purity.

Held mandatory seminars
in basic criminal law.

Taught everyone
how to go pro per.

You said Graff shoved
his way to the top.

Who did he push
out of the way?

The older Mr. Colson.

He thought
he was next in line.

There's no question
Colson's family

were White Power fanatics,

but they also understood
how it was all funded.

Graff doesn't care
about the money so much...

Which hurt me, too.

I mean, I was very, very close
to a promotion under Colson.

I had to start over
a little bit.

Prior to his murders,
did you know Dwight?

Personally, I mean?

Mm. Some.

Was one of Schultz's gofers.

Didn't really seem
into the z's much at all...

Till Graff came along,

started making true believers
out of everyone.

You said,
from where you are,

Graff only looks
to be at the top?

The same could have been said
about Schultz.

It just... it just feels like
there was a partner somewhere,

flying way beneath the radar.

Okay.

So, what do we with Wes?

Do we let him keep his cover
and gather more intel,

or do we get him out
and use him as a resource?

I got chief pope
breathing down my neck.

I got Martin Borja

threatening to back out of his
deal with the housing authority.

I've got
the national media hounding us.

I say resource.

But...

Okay, look,
I don't want to...

I don't want to dump
all the time and effort

I've put in this assignment
away, all right?

I can... I could push
my way closer to the top.

I know I can get closer.

But how close?

There was a conspiracy
to shoot to death

several people in open court,

and that slipped
right past you.

Sounds like the top is higher up
than you're gonna get.

All right, wait.
Detective Nolan...

Is there any way that Graff
and Schultz's silent partner

was Erin Simms?

Simms?

The Sheriff Deputy Dwight shot
to death in the courthouse?

Seriously?
Uh...

I don't know.

Did Dwight
ever talk about his father?

The marine who died in Iraq?
Yeah.

Brought him up once or twice.
Why?

Dwight said he never met him.

Chief Howard, we'll be quick,

but before you decide
whether or not you want

to send detective Nolan
back into the z-brotherhood,

I think
that we should check in

with the primary target
of this conspiracy.

And that would be?

I have been wanting
to ask you this question

for like three years.

Oh?

How do you feel?

Well, normally, I'd just say,
"fine. And how are you?"

But since I'm a little
under the weather...

And...
And technically dead.

Tell that to my leg.

How do I feel?

Tired, weak... mad.

Bored.

And extremely happy
to see a familiar face.

Yeah.
Well, I'm...

Grateful to hear your voice

and for the opportunity
to tell you

what... what a difference
you've made in my life...

And continue to make.

You made the difference
in your life.

Don't forget that.

Hey.
Suddenly, it's a party.

Post just outside the door,
please.

Joe...

You, uh...
You look better than expected.

I think it's because
I only have one surgery to go.

And because of the pain,
I'm still heavily medicated.

Oh, now, the morphine is so
you can eat the hospital food.

Rusty...

Ah, that's my cue
to exit.

Maybe I could come back
and say goodbye

when the lieutenant's done,
all right?

So, Joe...

Do you have the strength to talk
to me a bit about Dwight?

Lately, I can think
of nothing else.

We listened to all the tapes

of the sessions
you had with him,

in particular those parts

where he spoke about his father
and Jordan Graff.

Yes, I...

I didn't consider it was
pertinent to his overall sanity,

but Dwight started out by
telling me his father was dead,

and by the third session,

he was inSISting
his father was a king.

Which is it?
Well, Dwight was no prince,

so, real or not,
his dad isn't a king.

But... fantasizing about
an unknown parent's identity

didn't make him insane.

There was a Deputy
with Dwight

in every one
of your sessions?

Simms asked
if I wanted him to stay.

Dwight said he didn't mind.

Did Dwight ever mention
his father to anyone else?

I mean, other than you

and, because he was in the room,
Deputy Simms?

I doubt it.

Is his imaginary father
important for some reason?

Well, we're still trying

to figure out
who's behind this conspiracy,

why you were shot first,
and then Deputy Simms,

who, by the way,
looks like he...

He may have
aided and abetted.

Aided and abetted?
In his own murder?

I know.
Don't get me started.

Lieutenant,
did I miss something?

Well, a lot of people
missed something.

Possibly even me.

Father, forgive me
for going on.

I just... don't have
anyone else who understands.

Not even Andy?
Not Andy.

To Andy, Dwight is just
someone he calls a dirtbag.

He doesn't think about life
the same way.

You may have never
killed anyone,

but you've turned people over

to be tried
for the death penalty before.

But I didn't have
to pass judgment,

and I prayed
that they'd find contrition,

which I'm not even sure
I know how to seek.

Perhaps contrition will be
found once you obtain justice.

Are you any closer to finding
the person behind these murders?

The dead bodies
just keep piling up.

More victims?

Did you find
the poison, too?

Probably.

It's, uh... kind of gross.

Ugh.

I should have asked you
to define "gross."

There's gross for you, and
there's gross for everyone else.

It's gonna be hard to know
if it's the same poison.

Yeah?
Why's that?

We're looking for puke.

Rats don't puke.
It's science, Buzz.

Ugh. Can S.I.D. Collect all
this, or do we have to do it?

I wouldn't touch
those bad boys.

Oh!

Looks like they
finished Hai Sun's last meal.

Oh. Lady's thai palace,
about four blocks away.

Should I go see if they have any
security cameras, lieutenant?

That's a good idea.

Uh, but don't order
the chicken satay.

Just to be safe.

Oof.

107 William, Bill,
Will, Billy, and Willy Jones

in the Southern California area
in the right age range,

and that's
just on Facebook.

My God.

I wonder if this is
why Buzz was so upset.

It's like trying to find
the right grain of sand

at Venice Beach.

Sounds like more fun

than sitting here
watching you play detective.

I'm not... not playing
detective, Gus.

I'm following up on a story
and helping Buzz out

because he's really busy

with this whole
court-case shooting.

- You know what else bothers me?
- Hmm?

Your reaction
to Dr. Joe's death.

Or almost not reacting.

I-I mean, sometimes
you just seem so disconnected

from your emotions...
Okay. Hold on.

Or the feelings
of other people.

Look,
I'm not ready to, um...

Do you trust me, Gus?

Seriously.
Because I trust you.

Do you trust me?

It's a simple question.

I trust you
with most things.

When you're actually
conscious of other people.

But I don't trust you
with my time.

I came over on my only day off
because you said you'd watch

the very first "Die Hard" movie
with me.

- I am.
- I'm... I'm going to do that.

- And this... I'm going to do that.
- This Dr. Joe thing is...

Okay, look.

Done. See?

And I am... I-I am...

Very, very upset about
what happened with Dr. Joe.

Well, it's hard to tell.

My mother asked me not
to talk about it with anyone

until she's done
investigating this murder.

And maybe when... when she
feels better about everything,

I can tell you why, okay?

But I will leave the Bill Jones
of it all to Buzz,

and, um...
Let's watch a movie.

Where's the DVD?

- It's already in. Just press play.
- Okay.

What's wrong with your mom?

She's just a little off

since she shot that guy
in the courtroom.

Hey, "Die Hard" isn't a...

It's not, like,
a violent movie, right?

You know
I don't like violent movies.

Oh. No.
No, it's not violent, really.

It's, uh...

It's christmasy.

Okay, I'll tell you
when to look away.

Trust me.

Okay.

"Die Hard."

Here's another
well-thought-out conspiracy.

10 guys waiting in line
at Lady's Thai Palace,

each ordering the same meal
that poisoned Hai Sun.

Any familiar faces?

That's Bob Powell.

That's shanks,
A.K.A. Gene Bishop.

Robo, Tim Falconer...
I know all these idiots.

There are only three
living people that we know

that we could talk to
about this.

Yeah, one is Graff,

but you won't get much
out of him. He's a lawyer.

And I have another one in the
interview room... Jerry Vogel.

Maybe he'll remember
a message or two

he passed to Dwight
from his fellow scumbags.

It's worth a shot.

Detective Sanchez, Amy.

You said there were
three people to talk to...

Graff, Vogel.

Who's this third?

Of course
I know Wildred Darnell.

What a Foxarella.

She visited you
several times.

I got personality.

Chicks dig that.

We do.

And you've known
wildred Darnell for how long?

I don't know.
A while.

Before
or after your arrest?

I'd say... after.

Ah. Vogel's record.
And what was the nature

of your relationship with Ms. Darnell?
Dui in '99, another in '06.

How did you meet?
This last one, he actually
sideswiped a soccer mom...

Did she reach out to you while you were in jail?
In her minivan on her way to practice.

- Kid broke a leg.
- We know he's depraved.

And you want to know about the nature
But does he have an instinct

of our relationship?
for self-preservation?

I'd say flirtatious.

Wildred wants me.

She's gonna get me, too.

If she can wait 11 years.

That's what you've got,
isn't it?

I'm appealing.

Could be free, maybe.

So, you and Wildred
had the hots for each other.

Did she ever introduce you
to her son Dwight

who was also in county
awaiting trial?

Sure.
Real sweetheart kid.

Yeah. Adorable.

And I watched him
shoot up a courtroom,

kill my chief
and a couple of good friends.

You see, the problem,
Jerry boy,

is everyone else we find
connected to what Darnell did,

they're dead.

And someone
is being really cautious

about covering their tracks.

Cautious and violent.

We know
you're protected in county.

Maybe you do favors.

Maybe you were ordered
to distract Wildred Darnell.

So his mother wouldn't soften up
Dwight before his mission.

You guys
got some imagination.

Do we?

Hey.

You are tied up
in something way bigger

than what a little scumbag
like you can handle.

These guys that are
protecting you today...

Tomorrow or the next day,
they're going to kill you.

Normally, I wouldn't care,

but we don't want you
to die quiet, Jerry.

We can offer you
real protection, which you need.

See... That's what
I've been waiting for.

Spoonful of sugar.

You want something?
So do I.

And what might that be?

I want out.

I want my record expunged.

And... and I want...
I want to buy a car

without one
of those breathalyzers

attached to the ignition.
That's all?

We can talk to the D.A.about that.
I thought he'd ask for,

the moon, the stars, and 77 virgins.

A federal facility under another name.
He knows something.

He gets out, he commits vehicular
manslaughter inside of a year.

We can bring in your attorney...
He's not getting out.

And negotiate something in exchange...
No, no, no.

- I'm not negotiating.
- It's all or nothing.

I know things...
Things you want to hear.

Otherwise, see if I care.

These psychos can kill
every Asian, Muslim,

Mexican, or Black
in the country.

No offense, babe.
None taken.

We need to think this over
for a minute.

We'll get back to you.

Let's hope
he lives to regret this.

We may need him.

We send him back,
he'll be in danger.

Well... he might deserve it.

How would you feel about
spending another night

as a Neo-Nazi
in jail with Vogel?

Yeah, that would be great.
Thank you.

I'll see if Mr. Vogel and I
can find time for a little chat.

I'll call chief Howard.

You check in
with lieutenant Cooper.

Get yourself arraigned
for a drunk and disorderly

and call Graff and see
if he'll represent you.

We need to round up the guys

who were
in the Thai palace video.

Oh, yeah. We can play
a game of 10 little Nazis

and see if we can find
a weak link inside the group.

Yeah, and we still have
one other person to question.

Do you want me to take on
wildred Darnell for you?

You'd really rather do it
yourself?

Father,
I'm in a strange place.

I don't want to be
the kind of person

who takes human life
without feeling.

And if this job
has done that to me,

and if I really am confessing,

knowing that I'm supposed to
seek absolution,

but not really thinking
I need it...

Maybe you don't feel
like getting absolution

for killing Dwight Darnell
because you already have it.

Do I?

The l.A.P.D. absolved you
of any wrongdoing.

Behavioral sciences absolved
you from disqualifications

related to
your psychological response.

Your co-workers,
they absolved you,

and they continue
to follow you.

Your friends, your family,
they embrace you.

And I absolve you,
whether you want it or not.

And I am telling you
that God holds you more dearly

for seeking penance
where none is required.

So who else do you
need absolution from?

Ms. Darnell.

Thank you for coming back.

I am aware that this is
a difficult time for you.

Come this way, please.

Before we start, I'd just
like to say that I recognize

the profound personal nature
of your loss.

And... I am sorry
for your grief.

Dwight's sentence was discharged
without a trial by his peers

and without you being able
to talk with him first.

Is this wise,
having Sharon question

the mother of the man she shot?
I asked the sheriffs,

if they wouldn't, to bring
Dwight out to speak to me.
Look, it's her call.

Maybe she'll provoke Wildred
into saying something...
But they refused.

That she wouldn't
in different circumstances.
But if I could get

the one visit with him, maybe

we wouldn't be here today.

But, unfortunately,
this is where we are.

And... we need to get our facts
straight before we proceed.

Dwight did not load the gun
that he used in the courtroom.

Someone else did that for him,

someone in the White Power Movement.

Oh, my God.
The White Power Mo...

Dwight did not
grow up like that.

I mean,
this is gonna sound clichã©,

but my best friend
is a black woman.

Dwight had friends
of all different races.

I didn't teach him hate.

Does the name Brian Schultz
mean anything to you?

Brian Schultz?

Um, yeah.
He, uh...

Dwight worked for him part time
during high school.

He, um, had a warehouse
or something

for construction supplies.

Dwight would answer the phone,
he would take messages,

things like that,
until the guy died.

- Why?
- You never met him?

I mean, should I have?

Is not meeting Mr. Schultz

another example
of bad mothering?

Dwight never complained
about him.

What about Jerry Vogel,

who you asked to communicate
with Dwight for you?

How did you know him?

That... that was because the
Sheriff's Deputy, Erin Simms,

refused to bring Dwight out
to speak to me,

but he said...
- that there was another prisoner

who talked to him sometimes.

I give up.
I give up.

I mean... Simms was part of this.
Did Dwight know Vogel prior to his incarceration?

I mean, he could have been Dwight's father
Oh, I hardly think that likely.

or uncle or something.

We should check Dwight's
DNA against his and see.

You said that
Dwight's father was a marine

who was killed in Iraq
without ever meeting his son.

Yes, that's right.

But my parents helped out a lot
while they were alive,

so it wasn't poverty that led us
to this terrible place.

Do you want to ask me
what I did wrong?

Do you want to ask me
how I managed to raise a kid

who grew up to do
so many terrible things?

No.

In an interview
leading up to his trial,

Dwight said that his father
was still alive

and should be a king
in this country.

He said
his father was still alive?

Wow.
Uh, well, you know what?

Dwight said a lot of stupid
things the last two years.

I'm not surprised.
He would make up stories

about his father
when he was a little kid, too.

And he would look for him
every birthday,

every... every holiday.

And all I could do...

Was try and love him.

And I still love him.

I mean,
you see a cold-blooded killer.

I see a little boy
who made me mother's day cards

and whose knees I bandaged.

And, look, I understand.

I understand
that you had to shoot him.

I understand.

Thank you.

Thank you, Ms. Darnell.

I feel
that you do understand.

Maybe this is a break.

Captain, Jerry Vogel
has asked to talk with us again.

I just have
one more question.

Yeah.
Not to make things worse,

but if you could tell me
the name of Dwight's father

so that...
- You know what?

I really can't talk to you
anymore. I'm so sorry.

I know what you did was
necessary, but I really can't.

Ms. Darnell,
I just need one name.

Of a dead man.

Why?

His father
had nothing to do with it!

You want me,
you got me, okay?

I can't get out.
Fine.

But I need to leave
where I'm at.

What seems to be
the problem?

You guys burned me,
is what.

I'm going back to my cell
last night,

and some scary Aryan Dude

who probably just got himself
arrested just to hurt me

slams me into the bars
and tells me

they know I talked to the police
and that I'm next.

Well, screw that.

You were
directly threatened?

Hell, yeah. And it... it ain't
worth it, so I'll talk.

Two conditions.
Which are?

One...

Protective custody.

Someplace less... Aryan.

And two...

I want a Margarita.

Frozen or on the rocks?

Could I have one of each,
please? I'm begging.

That all depends on how you
answer our questions.

Go, go.
Ask away.

Who ordered you
to act as a go-between

for wildred Darnell
and her son Dwight?

A Deputy called Erin Simms.

The one who Dwight shot up.

All the Nazis
did what Simms told them.

Simms didn't say to Dwight,
"hey, kill me."

Someone else
must have done that.

Who was it?
I-I'm not sure, okay?

But... if I had to guess,
I-I'd say it was the same guy

who set me up as the go-between
for everyone inside county...

My lawyer, Jordan Graff.

He took my appeal pro bono
and...

Hold on, hold on.

You want your Margaritas?

We'll give you three.

But before you belly up
to the bar, Mr. Vogel,

there's something
we need you to do.

Anything.

I don't understand
why you called me, Jerry.

I'm in trouble here.

Your friends in county...

Did what?

Ever since Dwight went nutty,

they've been looking at me
suspicious-like.

And people are talking about
what happened to Simms, too.

Don't concern yourself
with that.

But they know
I talked to Dwight's mom,

which is
only what I was told to do.

But she was here earlier.

Did you know that?

I saw her.

What if she talked?

About what?

Wildred Darnell
doesn't know Jack,

and when it comes right down
to it, neither do you.

But what if she told them
about your plans?

Oh, ye Gods.
Don't be so pushy.

Maybe wildred really knew
what Dwight was going to do,

and that's why she was
trying to talk to him.

Or... or maybe he told her
Simms was working with you.

What a friggin' idiot.
He just lost him.

Wh... where are you going?

Don't walk out.

Hey.
Hey, you leave me like this,

I'll just tell the police
everything I know.

About what?

Well...

Everything.

I really wish I understood
what you meant, Jerry.

Perhaps it's time
you sought alternative counsel.

Got our 10 little Nazis
stacked out in the hall.

Should we leave them there?
I feel that I have a professional conflict...

Well, that is an excellent idea.
That requires me to quit.

Before I go, though,
let me offer you some advice.

Seek protective custody.

Good luck with that appeal.

Mr. Graff, I'm captain
Sharon Raydor of Major Crimes.

Captain.
What is it?

We've just rounded up
all of our suspects

in the murder of Hai Sun,
a court clerk

whose body was found
in one of your buildings.

Congratulations.

And good luck
getting an arrest.

I don't think
we'll need it.

Mr. Graff,
what would you like to bet

that one
of these fine gentlemen

remembers their takeout
experience from the Thai Palace

better than you think?

I know these men.

And I'd say
you're all in over your heads

and you have been
for some time.

Buzz.

We're about to throw the book
at our 10 little Nazis.

What'd you find?
I think...

The Billy Jones
who murdered my father.

Really?

How?

The l.A.P.D. Library
of annuals.

I checked out where hecht
went to high school,

found a William Jones
who was a junior

when Hecht was a senior.

And this Jones
has a juvenile record.

High-school Annuals.

That's first-class thinking,
Buzz.

I'll get Mr. Jones'
juvie record for you

as soon
as we finish up here tonight.

Buzz, this is great work.

Why are you so glum?

It seems to me like Hecht
was going out of his way

to protect
this William Jones... Billy.

Why?

Well...

Looks like
we're about to find out.

Sharon?

Oh.

You okay?

Yes.

Did I wake you?

Well, I rolled over,
and, uh...

You weren't there.

You still troubled
with shooting Dwight?

No.

I can feel it now.

I still don't trust
Wildred Darnell, but...

Detective Nolan said
that Graff may have a partner.

And these murders
have weight.

A weight I was having trouble
feeling until today.

So my question is,
who is that heavy?

Of all the people
we've connected to this case,

Who is that Heavy?

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