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What the fuck?

I'm telling you, it was crazy.

We knock, you know, to make sure no one's left in the house.

I'm thinking maybe he lives with his mother or something like that.

And who opens the door but Chris McCarthy himself.

What did you do?

You should've seen her, Duvall, balls of steel.

Had a cover story right there in her back pocket.

Well, ten years undercover, you learn to be prepared.

So, who was I following, and whose DNA are we holding here?

Curtis McCarthy, Chris McCarthy's brother.

They live together.

Take that mug over to CBI and request a rush.

Tell them to call my cell the second they get the results,

I don't care what time it is. So, we get a guy

who meets the same physical description, same address,

so access to the same vehicle...

Yeah, we just went from having one suspect to having two.

Curtis McCarthy, date of birth, February 3rd, 1981.

Thirty years old, five-eleven, blond hair, blue eyes.

I know what he looks like, I just spent an hour staring at him.

Colorado driver's license, clean driving record.

No arrests, no citations, not even a parking ticket.

We need every detail about this guy.

What he does, where he's been, what languages he speaks.

Is he former military?

Does he have a birthmark on his lower left calf?

Leonard! Nunez!

Yeah, Detective Rasmussen for ADA Gonzalez.

Shit.

Excuse me, sorry. How long will he be in court?

- Fuck. - Detective?

Yeah. The house you were on yesterday? We now know the guy who lives there

has a brother who's also become a suspect.

Christopher McCarthy and Curtis McCarthy. Hang on, I'll get you their information.

We need a car on each of them, so you gotta split up.

- Copy that. - If either so much as blows his nose,

Detective Duvall and I need to be notified right away. I'm on my cell.

You got it, Detective.

Here you go.

I ran the plates on the girlfriend's car. It's registered to a Tara Hatfield.

4550 South Alameda, Lakewood.

I want simultaneous timelines for both brothers

and the girlfriend on all our dates.

And have Selig call me the second he hands that mug over.

I want a firm ETA on when I can see the results.

Don't we need Christopher's DNA now too?

No, remember? Y-STRs are identical for all males in one family.

So, for this test, their DNA's the same.

You have to press the button.

It tells them you're here.

Marie?

Hi, I'm Dara. Come on back.

Oh, you're drenched. Let me get you something to dry off with.

Oh, that's okay.

Here you go.

Okay.

- Those are for the court, huh? - Yeah.

Good.

That's exactly what my file needs, more paperwork.

Well, for what it's worth,

I've seen quite a few court-mandated clients before.

So, I... I know how awkward this can be at first.

Not for me.

No?

Well, that's good.

I think it would be for me.

Being forced to go and see someone like me, a total stranger.

You think I've never seen somebody like you before?

I've been in the system since I was three.

I've seen social workers, DCFS reps, foster care placement officers.

And they all say that they wanna help me...

but I don't need help.

I just need bad things to stop happening.

Well...

I can't stop bad things from happening. That's above my pay grade.

What I can do is try to help you frame those bad things a little differently.

Maybe help you see them through a different lens, so they don't...

We don't have to talk, right?

We just have to sit here for 50 minutes.

That's right.

Okay then.

Curtis McCarthy served in the Marines, 3rd Division,

from 2000 to 2003.

Honorable discharge, 2004.

DOD says he was stationed in Okinawa.

Which means he probably speaks multiple languages too.

Christopher also served in the Marines.

He was based in South Korea.

Honorable discharge, 2002.

So right now, as far as we know,

the only difference between Chris McCarthy and Curtis McCarthy...

is two years and maybe 20 pounds.

So, it could be one perpetrator or the other or both together.

Technically, yes, but our victims only describe one man,

and my gut says it's the same guy every time.

Well, don't dismiss the family tag-team. I've seen it before more than once.

Father-son, fraternal twins.

Yeah, but this guy's MO is singular.

He's so consistent it's almost ritualistic.

And to me, that says one person.

Well, the good news is if we get a decent enough sample off the mug,

it's not gonna matter which McCarthy it is.

They live together, so we get a warrant for the house either way.

But just to be clear, my job just got about ten times harder.

- How's that? - Two nearly identical men,

both with DNA that matches samples you got from the crime scene.

It's like handing a defense lawyer reasonable doubt on a platter.

Well, one of 'em does have a giant egg-shaped birthmark on his calf

- that one of our victims can ID. - Not as helpful as you think.

Eyewitness accounts from trauma victims might not be convincing enough

to close the window of doubt that the interchangeable DNA's gonna open up.

Let's hope the DNA gets us in the house, and the house tells us who did what.

Let's hope.

Curtis has been doing appliance repair since early 2010.

No time off, no vacations.

Not much online beyond boilerplate Facebook.

No porn sites registered under his name.

Nothing that raises any red flags.

Hmm.

Okay, I think that's it. Uh, yeah, okay.

So, I went over social media feeds for Curtis and Tara.

I also checked LPR hits of both the Toyota and the Mazda.

I have two timelines:

one for Christopher and one for Curtis and Tara.

April 22nd, the day Sarah was raped,

Curtis and Tara were in Carson City.

I have four LPR hits of her car

and a time stamp picture of him from Facebook.

On November 14th, 2009, and then on May 3rd, 2010...

Curtis and Tara were visiting her parents in Lake Tahoe.

Uh, Facebook again. Tara's a big poster.

Now, no hits on the Mazda on either of these dates,

but we have it in the area shortly before and after.

So, basically, Curtis is alibied for Doris, Lilly, and Sarah.

Feeling more and more like a one-man job.

Yes, it is.

I got a few more LPR hits of Christopher's Mazda,

but one was kinda interesting.

April 22nd.

We know he left Sarah's apartment by 6:50,

that's when she called 911.

Two hours later, at 8:49,

there's an LPR hit of Christopher's Mazda at the Lakewood DMV.

I checked with DMV records.

He went there to get a replacement driver's license.

What is he doing? Running through his to-do list?

Rape a woman, renew your driver's license.

Come on. What'd he do next? Pick up milk?

What?

This assault...

it's an event for this guy.

He's been planning and fantasizing about it,

and now he's done it.

And he's gotten away with it. His adrenaline's pumping.

He feels superhuman.

Why would he kill that buzz by goin' to the DMV?

He must have needed a license for something.

Maybe he was planning to leave town? You need a valid license to board a plane.

Yeah, but he didn't leave, he stayed.

You need a license to buy a gun.

Put these on the list for the warrant: zippered backpack,

water bottle, wet wipes,

nightgown with blue and yellow floral pattern,

black Adidas sneakers with white stripes,

Under Armour gloves, thigh-high nylons or stockings,

black silk-like bindings, items of string, twine

or other materials that could be used as a ligature,

vibrator, sexual lubricant,

women's underpants,

pink Cyber-shot camera.

Got it. April 22nd, Slope West Firearms,

a Ruger 357 was sold to Christopher McCarthy

for $328.13.

Ruger 357.

Hey. Don't you have a couple of kids waiting to be tucked in?

Sitter already got them to sleep.

I knew this was something...

and I should have followed it harder.

Oh, that's what time this is.

Self-flagellation o'clock.

I had a feeling...

and I didn't listen to it.

It's always a mistake.

So, listen...

I know you're not asking for advice.

And by saying this I'm not saying I know more than you,

it's just, uh...

just an observation having been at this a lot longer than you have.

Yeah, the work's important.

But if you let it be the most important thing in your life...

you're gonna find yourself in trouble.

I know in the thick of things it can feel unnatural to step away,

but it's a survival skill.

Doesn't make you a bad cop.

I'm the kind of person who stays 'til the end of the party.

It may not be healthy,

but it's how I do the job.

- What? - What? Nothing, it's Gin.

I'm just waiting for you to draw a card.

My first year on the job...

I got called out to a domestic disturbance in Englewood.

Nice little Tudor house where the husband had just...

beat the lights out of his wife.

There's blood gushing from her nose,

and her eye's swollen shut.

So, we arrested the guy,

and I tried to send the woman to the hospital,

but she wouldn't go.

So, the paramedics patched her up...

and then we left.

And it didn't feel right...

so I made a mental note to go back later and check on her.

So...

I finish my shift, and I head back to the station...

and all the guys are wantin' me to go out for a beer.

And I tried saying no,

but you know how that goes.

It's, "Come on, Duvall,

don't be a lame-ass." All that nonsense.

So, I caved.

I went.

I was a good sport.

And guess what?

While I was out having my beer with the fellas,

the guy made bail, and he went back home...

and he finished what he started.

He shattered her leg, and he fractured her skull.

And he left her with permanent brain damage.

So, when I hear that little voice inside me saying,

"don't go home yet"...

I pay attention.

We think we have McCarthy...

and it looks like we have him...

but you know as well as I do...

a million things can go wrong between where we are now...

and where we wanna be.

Anyway, Gin.

Well, fuck me.

One more.

Uh, nah. My little voice is saying if I go home now,

I can maybe get six hours of sleep.

At least eat something.

Yeah.

Coffee is not a food group.

Yes, ma'am.

How much time do we have left?

About a half hour.

We could just talk about books or movies or whatever.

Might make the time go faster.

Have you seen anything good on TV lately?

Or the movies?

It doesn't feel like there's anything out right now.

I just saw Zombieland.

Yeah?

What's it about?

Zombies.

Okay, I have a confession.

I don't actually know what a zombie is.

Seriously?

Not in a clinical sense, no.

Well, a zombie is a walking corpse

with an unstoppable appetite for human flesh.

Okay.

So, what's the movie about?

Well...

there's this virus that turned everybody in the world into zombies

except for a few people.

And they're trying to get to LA because it's safer there, but...

basically, they're just killing a bunch of zombies

so that the zombies won't kill them.

How do you kill a zombie?

You have to cut their head off or bash their brains in.

And you can't just, like, kill a zombie by shooting it.

You have to sever the connection between its brain and the spinal cord.

Interesting.

So, it's a zombie apocalypse, and there's a handful of survivors...

And there's Columbus.

Well, the survivors are actually named after the cities they're from.

So, he meets up with Tallahassee, who has a thing for Twinkies,

and they meet these two sisters.

Hold on, I have a few questions.

Okay.

Why did these people survive if everyone else died?

Are there certain qualities you need to survive a zombie apocalypse?

Just wondering what my odds would be.

Well, yeah, you have to be smart and brave and strong-willed.

Okay.

And you have to be careful of who you can trust.

Why's that?

Because the danger in a zombie apocalypse is actually the people.

Because, yeah, the zombies are gonna kill you, but they can't help it.

They're just trying to satisfy their hunger for human flesh.

But the people...

they'll just take advantage when things go haywire,

and they'll just take advantage of the chaos.

And they start doing, like, fucked-up things to each other.

But they don't have an excuse.

They know better.

Well, they should anyway.

And is that inevitable?

That the humans end up turning on each other and becoming untrustworthy?

Yeah.

Well, I don't know, maybe... maybe not.

Maybe some stay decent, but you never hear about them.

So, in order to survive you have to assume everyone else is an enemy.

Yeah.

And the only person you can really trust is yourself.

Yeah.

Because even if someone says they have your back,

even if they say they're gonna protect you...

They won't.

They won't.

You're on your own.

Duvall.

There are two ways out of the house on Harcourt Street.

Hines and Torres will take the back door,

O'Malley and Rieger, stay on the street.

Morris and Selig, you'll take the front with me.

Bravo team will park both east and west of the building

on Alameda where Curtis is staying. There's only one entrance.

We know Chris McCarthy recently purchased a 357 Ruger.

Both suspects have military training. You should assume both will be armed.

Detective.

Thank you.

Here you go.

Oh, no. I'm good, thanks.

You're not goin' in without a vest.

Oh, I'm not going in, period.

What?

Yeah, I don't do arrests.

What do you mean you don't... do them? It's the job.

So is this. Thirty open cases that I've ignored for the last month.

McCarthy's done. There's a whole team of well-trained cops bringing him in.

These people, all they got is me.

You're serious?

Yeah.

Police! Search warrant! Open the door!

Police! Open the door!

Step outside, now!

We have a warrant to search your house. Anyone else inside?

- No. - Get your hands on your head.

Christopher McCarthy, you are under arrest for multiple counts of burglary

and sexual assault. You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be held against you in a court of law.

You have the right to an attorney.

If you cannot afford one, one will be appointed to you by the court.

With these rights in mind, are you still willing to talk with me

about the charges against you?

No, I want a lawyer.

I want this guy processed from head to toe.

Curtis McCarthy.

What?

Hands on your head, please.

- What? - Interlock your fingers.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! - Spread your feet.

- Wider. - What is this?

Hey, man, get your hands off me. Wha... what is this?

- We need you to come down to the station. - Why?

What is this? I didn't do anything!

We'll answer your questions down at the station. Let's go.

I'm not going in there until you tell me what the hell is going on.

You can make this easy, or if you resist, we cuff you, and you have a very long day.

I didn't do anything.

All right, everybody clear on what we're looking for?

Yes, sir.

Take off your clothes.

All of them.

I'm gonna collect reference samples from you pursuant to the search warrant.

I need a buccal swab.

Open your mouth.

I need 20 to 25 hairs with roots. Head hair.

Arm hair.

Pubic hair.

Hey, they're, uh, wrapping up downstairs.

Okay.

Did you see a guitar anywhere?

Uh, no.

Harrison, would you join us up here, please?

Get this.

Again, please.

Trophies.

And again, please.

I'll load these hard drives in over at Golden and start in on 'em right away.

Great, thanks.

How much time do we have?

About eight minutes.

But we can stop.

I just... I just have to get you to sign this.

So, you're not even curious?

- About what? - About, like, why I'm here.

The lying thing. Like, why I'd do that, or...

why I'd make something like that up.

I'm curious about you, Marie,

who you are.

That's not what I asked.

Here's what I think.

No one makes up something like that unless there's an element of truth to it.

Whether you were raped that night

or invented a story about being raped that night,

I think the truth is you've been violated.

You're carrying burdens that were dumped on you

by people who didn't love you as well as you deserve to be loved.

And that's what I'm curious about.

How I might help you carry those burdens a little more lightly...

or maybe even lay some of them down.

But this is your time.

And we have a few minutes.

If there's something you want to tell me about that night...

I would love to listen.

Good work back there today, Detective.

Thanks for your help.

You bet.

Congratulations, Detective.

Thank you. Team effort.

Way to be, Detective.

Thank you.

Son of a bitch.

You old softie. You gave it to her.

I didn't give her anything. She earned it.

Well, how'd it go?

Great.

Yeah.

Uh...

it went down easy.

We got everything on the affidavit.

Every single thing.

Yeah. It was... it was kinda...

unbelievable.

You should've been there.

Yeah, well, can't do everything.

- Hey, did he ask for a lawyer? - Yeah.

- So, we can't talk to him. - No.

Man, that's too bad.

Come with me.

What? Where?

Just come.

Mr. McCarthy, I'm Detective Rasmussen, this is Detective Duvall.

What's going on?

No one's told me anything. Somebody has to tell me what is happening.

We're investigating a series of crimes.

You match the description of our suspect.

In what ways? What crimes?

May I look at your leg?

What? Why? I mean, yeah, but...

Will you lift up your pant leg? The left one.

Wait.

You're looking for a birthmark.

You're looking for my brother.

We have your brother.

What did he do?

- You tell me. - I don't know. I have no idea. I...

Was he building a bomb?

Was he... was he gonna blow some place up?

What did he do?

Your brother is a serial rapist.

He breaks into women's homes, ties them up, then he rapes them

repeatedly... for hours.

Did you know this about him?

Are you sure?

- Yes. - A hundred percent?

Yep.

I... I swear, I had no idea.

I mean, he's weird, but a lot of people are weird, you know.

I figured...

I don't know.

I don't know what I figured.

Not this.

It's gonna destroy my mom.

You should've just killed him.

That would hurt her less.

Hey.

Oh, hey.

Wha... what are you doing in there?

Look what I found.

Very nice.

Wow.

Uh, you had time to go to the parts yard.

Does that mean you got your guy?

It does.

Good job.

Thanks.

Hey, I feel lousy about making you get that file for me.

Especially when I was wrong about Massey.

Uh, y... you didn't make me do anything.

And you weren't wrong about Massey. That guy's a shitty human being.

He shouldn't be a cop.

I don't know.

If I had to do it over, I don't know what I'd do.

Doing it didn't feel right,

and... not doing it didn't feel right either.

Fucking gray zone, man.

Not a fan.

- How far did you get with this? - Not very. I just started.

Scoot over.

Okay, I'm still working on the hard drive. He has a serious encryption system on it.

But I was able to get through all his SD cards.

I put all the photos McCarthy took of his victims into a file for you.

They're not easy to look at. I had to take couple of breaks.

Just click through.

So, basically, you were assaulted twice.

Once by your attacker,

then again by the police.

Yeah, I guess.

I am so sorry, Marie.

It's not your fault.

It's brave of you to revisit it.

That's not easy.

Thank you for trusting me.

Mm.

Can I ask you one thing before you go?

Okay.

Understanding that none of this was your fault,

it was a horrible situation that was imposed on you.

I wonder if there's something of value you can take from it.

This might not be the last time in your life that you're misunderstood...

or mistrusted.

I just wonder if there's a way to think about it.

About how you might manage this kind of injustice

if it were to happen again.

Okay, I... I... I know I'm supposed to say, if I had it to do over, I wouldn't lie.

But the truth is...

I would lie earlier...

and better.

Recognize everyone?

Yeah, we know them.

I would just figure it out on my own...

by myself.

All right. Well, uh, you let us know when you get into that hard drive.

Wait, hang on.

There's one more.

No matter how much someone says they care about you,

they just don't.

Not enough.

I mean, maybe they... they... they mean to or they try to, but...

other things end up being more important.

He reused this one a bunch, so the quality's pretty degraded.

But there are eight pictures here that he deleted but didn't overwrite yet.

They're of someone else.

So, yeah, I guess I'd... I'd... I'd start with that.

Lying.

'Cause even with good people...

even with people that you can kinda trust...

if the truth is inconvenient...

and if... if the truth doesn't, like, fit...

they don't believe it.

Who is that?

She looks 12.

Even if they really care about you...

they just...

they just don't.