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-DIFUNDE LA PALABRA-

How'd a water stain get there?

It rained maybe twice
this last year.

It's like everything's
papier-mâché.

Stop thinking.

I don't like being on a ledge.

Nobody gets rich
on their own money.

I never really knew
what to do with it.

Money.

I see that about myself.

You always said
you want lots of land.

Yes,

but you need children
to leave it to.

It's never really yours.

You don't take it with you.

You don't take
anything with you.

Just yourself,
whatever that was.

I've worked
my whole life, same as you.

And not being poor
is better thanthe opposite.

My old man back in Chicago,

when I was a kid...

he used to lock me in the basement
when he'd go on a bender.

Usually last the night.

Let me out the next day.

Thought he was
keeping me safe, I guess.

This one time, I was six...

he puts me down there

and I wake up

and it's locked.

It had happened before.

Anyways, I guess
he ended up arrested.

I guess.

God, baby.

Well...

by the second morning...

I was out of food.

The third day,
the lightbulb burned out.

Pitch-black in there.

That's when the rats
started coming out.

I dozed off and...

I felt the thing, you know,
nibbling my finger.

I woke up.

It was, you know,
chewing my finger.

What did you do?

I grabbed it in the dark
with my hands

and I started smashing it.

And I just kept smashing it...

till it was nothing
but goo in my hands.

Two more days I was in there...

in the dark...

till my dad comes home.

Sometimes I wonder
how many things you have like that...

that I don't know about.

Ever since, I wondered

what if he never comes home?

What if I'm...

still in that basement

in the dark?

What if I died there?

That's what that reminds me of.

What?

That water stain.

Something's trying
to tell me that

it's all papier-mâché.

Something's telling me
to wake up.

Like...

like I'm not real.

Like I'm only dreaming.

TOD between 4:00 and 9:00
A.M. morning of the 26th.

Tox shows Xanax, alcohol,

so had gonorrhea,
for what it's worth.

Hydrochloric acid on his eyes.

Burn pattern tells us
he was on his back.

Lack of spray around
the orbital cavity

indicates precision.

Some kind of glass
eyedropper, maybe.

He's our body.

I don't see that changing,
so why don't you all fill me in?

Victim is a key figure
in a state's investigation.

- What state investigation?
- Newly formed.

We're looking into
various allegations

made against Vinci
in the papers.

Vinci detectives have been on Caspere
as a missing person for two days.

We have the man's house
which was burglarized.

You want to shut us out,

we'll continue our investigation
autonomously.

In Vinci, so everybody can keep
their little corners to themselves,

but, ladies and gentlemen,
PD is solving this case.

I understand Ventura.
How does the state have any claim here?

Our officer found the body.

This could get you out from under,
Woodrugh. That actress bullshit.

You'd be detailed
as a state's investigator.

The Caspere homicide
is your public investigation.

Looking into Vinci PD
is your confidential mandate.

Gathering intel
for a grand jury.

This probe is very important
to the governor's office.

Say this goes your way.

How's it play for my boy here
once the dust settles?

Everything shakes out,

you'll be offered a chance
to remain investigator.

In line for a state
detective shield.

We can wipe away
all that admin hassle.

When this is over,

can I just go back
to being on the bike?

You can see abrasions
on his wrists and ankles,

lividity on his torso.

He was bound upside down.

Or close to it.

Attorney general's
office has concerns

about obfuscation
on the part of Vinci PD.

Detective Bezzerides, you'll be
primary commander of the detail.

Secondary is gonna be
a Vinci guy, Velcoro.

Your DB was into
a lot of LA County money.

His house was broken into,
so you're going to Vinci.

Vinci detective with you,
word is he's bent.

Work him. Leverage something
to turn him.

We'll have a full state probe up
inside a week.

Caspere's death is a window
into everything.

And what is everything exactly?

You know anything
about the city of Vinci?

It started out
as a vice haven early 1900s.

Went industrial in the '20s.

Pushed out residents
from manufacturing zones.

Worse air polluter in the state.

Annually emits or processes 27 million
pounds of toxic waste.

Reds tries to stop
my grandfather

from industrial rezoning.

Same thing.

Geldof's been after us since we won
the last EPA suit.

It's about money,
Detective Velcoro.

Caspere was one
of the architects

of the community
renewal initiative.

Passing legislature,
our city gets to keep

75% of its county tax revenue
for eight years.

- And what's that worth?
- About $900 million.

Being kept from
the county general fund.

Hell, Ernst, it's our money.

Vinci's a goddamn success story
in a depressed economy.

State's gonna use the homicide to dig into
whatever they can, Ray.

Wherever the Caspere case goes, we
need you running point.

Control the sprawl. Control the flow
of information.

Dixon is secondary to you
staging out of Vinci.

You'll be working under a Ventura
detective commanding the task force.

That clear to you, Detective?

10-4, Lieutenant.
Just one question.

Am I supposed
to solve this or not?

Just no surprises,
Detective Velcoro.

Ray accepts dualities
must be effected

to serve public interests.

I really do.

- Bound?
- Vinyl fabric.

You can see the edge of the buckle's
imprint on both wrists.

Tape residue.

Pelvic wounds are from a 12-gauge
at point-blank range.

Some kind of Super-X heavy load.

Came after the eye stuff.
Official COD is heart attack.

- Trauma-induced.
- A coup de grace.

Lividity indicates he was placed

in upright position after death.

Spent a few hours that way.

Nothing under his nails,
no prints.

No trace at all?

His eyes? What the fuck kind of
modus operandi is that?

Doc said it was
hydrochloric acid.

And a shotgun blast happened.

Torture. Somebody wanted
to know something.

Yeah, his house was tossed.

Somebody's making a move.

What? What does that mean?

You knew Caspere?

There's deals
being done upstate.

- A lot of money moving around.
- What deals?

- You pull my string? Is that how
this works? - Jesus, Frank.

The more I know, the better I can
deal with this.

This is what you deal with.

Caspere was important
to this thing I have going on.

I've got to clean it up now.

So you beat the bushes
until you figure it out.

You ain't no sheriff's brownie.
You're a detective.

Who's your best informant?

Are you serious?

Fucking hell, Raymond.

Vaya!

Vaya!

Peligro.

Yeah, yeah, that's right.
Fuck me.

So good to see you.

Why don't you visit me more?

Just busy. The job.

The job. We haven't had
dinner in ages.

That's why I brought
you this, Ma.

Don't give me that Ma shit.

It's too late for us
to start all that now.

Well, you ought
to eat something.

Oh, I don't touch bread.

Peel that skin off
for me, Paulie.

So strong.

I saw your old prom date
the other day.

She got fat.

I remember her.

Couldn't wait to have
somebody's baby.

She was nice.
She was nice to me.

All the girls are nice
to you, Paulie.

You haven't figured
that out by now?

Want to stay tonight?

We can watch a Clint movie.

You can have your old room.

I'm working on something.

- Just came to see...
- Who is she, you scamp?

You rake.

You got hound's blood
just like your daddy.

I'm not gonna
be around for a while.

I've got to work
around LA and the coast.

- Special detail.
- Mm.

Then stay. We can play cards.

You can have your old room.

You been getting any more shifts at
the restaurant lately?

Not with my carpal tunnel.

I'd lose my state check anyway.

I thought Bill was letting you
work off the books.

Oh, Bill? Don't talk to me
about that motherfucker.

Are you
gonna give yourself up...

or do this the hard way?

There ain't no easy with me.

You know that.

Damn. I so hate making a mess.

A lot of paperwork, you know.

It messes with you.

Screw you.
I did my time in prison.

We're listing contents
against insurance audits.

See what was stolen.

Well, somebody was looking for
something. Would explain the torture.

Maybe. Guy really thought
about fucking a lot.

Do you mind?

Psychiatrist appointments.

He was seeing a shrink.

We need to call every appointment
in that calendar.

Should check all those circled dates
against his GPS.

Yeah.

You pull off that e-cig.
Not a lot of people do.

This place gets
a day-to-day influx

of 70,000 people, right?

Where do they live?

I tried one once. It felt like it
was smoking me.

A real cigarette wouldn't make you
feel like that.

Maybe it was just
a little too close

to sucking a robot's dick.
I don't know.

Caspere was my bank
on this thing.

My disposal company set this up.

Chemical runoff.
We took the risk.

And that risk afforded you the chance
to buy into the corridor.

But I'm telling you,
that buy was never made.

Caspere had me down for 12 parcels
below Monterey.

Frank, I can only account
for what purchases Caspere completed.

- Are you saying that I...
- Mr. McCandless,

Mr. Caspere had effectively sold
Mr. Semyon the land

while acting as a short-term
holding company.

All we're trying to do is ensure
the deal for our parcel

goes through despite
Caspere's tragedy.

If you got this transaction
legally documented,

- it shouldn't be hard.
- You know we have issues.

If we had a fucking paper trail,
we'd be doing this through banks.

Well, otherwise I'd say you're in
the unenviable position

of being owed money
by a dead man.

That's $5 million of my money.

Hold it, we were
given to understand

that our partnership
was with Catalast.

Had Mr. Caspere made payment,
it would have been.

And your name would have been added to
the corporate charter for the development.

- But he didn't.
- How do I know that?

We're not gangsters, Frank.

This is unacceptable.

Since Caspere's remaining
interests have been voided,

I can provide you the same parcel,
same price.

- Seven million.
- The same?

We were quoted 10.

Not by me.

Motherfuck.

Motherfuck me.

We sold off our Vinci assets
to put in with Caspere and...

I went liquid for this deal.

What can I tell you, Frank?
It sounds like Mr. Caspere

was playing fast and loose
with your capital.

I can offer you
the buy-in again,

but it sounds like you're short.

I can get it back.

Find another stake,
it'd be worth your while.

Excuse me.

Shit. Seven he says?

Seven's the same
as 10 to me at this point.

Can't round off zero.

Am I diminished?

Is that my message
to the goddamn...

My business partner
takes my money,

gets tortured and murdered,

and what?

I'm waiting on this
Velcoro burnout to make like Rockford?

Get everybody.

Stan, Ivar, his cousins,
our Glendale people.

Fucking Blake,
wherever the fuck he's been.

Frank, we can look
at your remaining assets.

I don't have any fucking assets.

The house and the poker room
were double mortgaged.

This was fucking everything.

That's what you meant.
Frank, why did you...

Leave it. I'll get it back.

Every dime.

That was maybe a month ago.

September.

Celebrated breaking
ground on the Red Line extension

and the imminent
production of a major Hollywood movie.

Big news for the city.
And Ben had a hand...

Could you tell us anything about
Mr. Caspere's demeanor at the party?

Was he with someone? A date?

A woman he had been seeing.

I think.

Can't quite recall her name.

- Ernst?
- A Miss Tascha, I believe, sir.

He see a lot of girls? Enough you
wouldn't know her name?

I believe Ben maintained
an active social life.

We didn't often
cross paths that way.

We only met over business.

You wouldn't have any
pictures from the party, sir,

by any chance?

Something to help us
identify the girl.

Mr. Caspere was dedicated
to his community.

A community of 95 residents.

He didn't seem distressed
by anything last you saw him?

No, just the usual headaches.

County can't forgive
our independence.

And you didn't talk to him much

outside of business
get-togethers?

And cabinet meetings
occasionally.

Well...

thank you, Your Honor.
That'll do us.

Do you recall what time Mr. Caspere
left your house night of the party?

I believe around 11:00,
maybe 12:00.

- Around the time
things broke up. - With Miss Tascha?

Thank you, Your Honor.

Thank you, Detective.

I'd like to see this solved
as soon as possible.

Got his bank records,
phone calls.

Don't know if he had
any of the lines, though.

Starting to think he must
have kept other accounts.

Hey, kid, just save it
for the debrief.

Why are you here?

You're not even
an investigator, right?

Special detail.
State owns the case.

Found his lawyer, too.
Had to hump all over LA for this shit.

Oh, and this one fag at the bank

tried, like, hitting on me.

Almost clocked the guy.

Yeah? Why would you do that?

Hey, no trouble here, stud.

Just leave me
out of it, all right?

His insurance had these forms.

Items likely stolen
from Caspere's place,

we can put out
pawn sheets on them.

What'd you guys get?

The young man here,
he got a dynamite anecdote.

Last withdrawal
was five days ago.

Nothing jumps except this.

Once a month,
$4,000 cash withdrawal.

Let me see this.

The withdrawals seem
to come around the time

of these blank days
in his calendar.

- Did you get his GPS?
- Yeah.

Here.

There's nothing on those dates.

Car didn't go anywhere.
Says his Mercedes was a lease.

- Well, that makes sense.
- Not city. Catalast Group.

Why'd Catalast lease him a car?

Maybe somebody should call them.

You tight with him?

I'm not tight with anybody.

Can I pick up here tomorrow?

Sure.

I gotta go.

- What?
- These coordinates.

They're up north.

Monterey County, Fresno, Gilroy.

A lot of them on weekends.

Hey.

Where's Chad?

He's not coming.

What? Why?

You're gonna ask me why? Really?

You fucking prick.

What, that thing at the school?

I apologized to Chad
and it's between me and him.

That's not
the end of the story and you know it.

- How's that? - The police said that
someone beat up Wit Conroy.

Said it had something
to do with a schoolyard altercation.

Well, I don't know
anything about that,

but sometimes a good beating
provokes personal growth.

It's not like you know
any other way, right?

God damn it.

Chad gets anxious
when he has to be around you.

Do you get that?
Do you even see it?

That's bullshit. I... we talk,

we build models, we write letters,
I got him this recorder.

And how many times
has he written you back?

He needs me, all right,
even if he doesn't know it.

And if he gets
anxious, it's probably because he knows

he's gonna have to listen to his
mom talk shit about his dad.

Yeah. You're bad, Ray.

You're a bad person.

- And you're bad for my son.
- Don't say that.

You know me.

We had something and...

What I done for you,
things started to slip away from me...

No, you didn't
do that for me, Ray.

Don't you dare say
that you did that for me.

I had a right
by any natural law.

I had a right.

I came to tell you
this in person.

Richard didn't want me to.

I'm getting an emergency writ
for supervised visits.

What? No.

We're petitioning
for sole custody.

What?

No, why?

Because this can't go on.

It can't.

I mean, look at yourself.

You will not... no.
Please, please, don't.

You used to have
something, a decency.

You were good at being decent

until something happened.

You were fine as long
as everything else was fine.

But then something happened and you
weren't strong enough to stay decent.

- And now...
- You won't get away with it.

I will burn this entire fucking city
to the ground first.

I'll petition for a paternity test,
too, Ray.

- If you make me.
- Don't. Please. Please, don't.

Don't do that, please.

God damn it, look,
he's... he's all I...

all right, I'm a piece of shit,

but that boy is all I have
in my entire shitty life.

No, babe.

Then don't you know
he deserves better?

Oh, fuck. Son of a bitch.

Some asshole just rear-ended my car.
Look, you mother... ah!

Fuck.

Son of...

Oh, fuck.

Next time, we put you in trunk.

Oh, fuck!

Jesus, buddy.
What was that about?

Oh, God, thank you. Fuckin' me...

Why would somebody come
after you like that, guy?

I mean, that was crazy, right?

I don't know. They just...

What did you do
to piss somebody off?

- Can you think of anything?
- What does that mean?

I don't know what that means.
I'm asking you.

What you might have did
to get guys like that after you.

Wait, do I know you?

I've never seen you before,
but I saw the whole thing.

And I wish we could
figure out what you did.

Like some kind of behavior that guys like
that would have issue with.

Like mouthed off
or made a gesture

or you run a book
in Vinci sweatshops.

What? Is that what this is?

Is what what what is?
Is that what you think this is?

It just seems to me
like you pissed off some serious people.

Maybe you ought
to take more care.

Just a thought, pal.

Velcoro and Bezzerides
to see Dr. Pitlor. We called ahead.

You do surgeries here?

Only cosmetic.

The clinic employs
a small group of medical professionals

who cover a variety of services.

This is quite a shock.

Anything he might have
told you that indicated

trouble, enemies?

The reputation of this clinic rests on
its discretion, Officers.

Confidentiality.

Your patient was murdered.

He's got no living family.

Somebody burned out
his eyes with acid, Doc.

Well, of course
I am willing to help.

I would hope I can, at least.

What were you treating him for?

A number of things.
Neuroses, anxiety,

a painful past like many.

Guilt.

Guilt over what?

Ben had a weakness
for young women.

Paying for them,
more specifically.

He frequented escorts,
although it ignited in him

tremendous shame
and self-loathing,

which resulted in further
damaging tendencies.

- Old cycles.
- How long had he been seeing you?

About three years.

Was he making
any progress, his therapy?

I like to think so.

His relapses were less frequent

and he didn't compound
them with further damaging behavior.

His habit, did he ever
mention any girls by name?

Favorite service? Favorite girl?

No, not that I recall, but I'd be willing
to go back over my notes.

What about the name Tascha?
He ever mention her?

Did he ever mention violence?
Trouble with a girl, a pimp?

He was sexually obsessed,
but he was not aggressive.

More... passive.

That's about as detailed
as I'll get airing Ben's personal issues.

This was helpful. Thank you.

Your ID said
Antigone Bezzerides.

Are you related
to Elliot Bezzerides by any chance?

- You know him?
- I used to a bit a long time ago.

I did some social theory
with the Good People.

He had a daughter, I remember.

Good Lord, was that you?

I left all that behind.

It was a fucked-up place.

Well, all kind
of secrets in the world.

All kinds of truth.

Five kids living there
when I was growing up.

Two are in jail now,
two committed suicide.

How's that for social theory?

- And the fifth?
- She became a detective.

To curb public speculation
in this homicide,

it's become necessary
to announce that our offices

are conducting a criminal probe into
the incoorated city

of Vinci in LA County.

- This investigation
is long overdue.

And we ask all state

and city officials
to cooperate...

Attorney general
just announced a shakedown.

You're not supposed
to bring that here.

It's short 10.

When you took over
from Gene Slattery,

we established terms.

Short wasn't part of it, Frank.

I'm pulling some stuff together.

Adding revenue streams.

I just need a couple of weeks.

I sold the rent farms
and waste disposal business

to pull together
the corridor money. You know that.

You still owe
the poker room kickback.

Sell some of that land
if you need to.

Caspere died with
my money in his pocket.

I've had outside interest
re: the poker room.

Think they can turn
a higher gross.

- Higher vig.
- What outside interest?

Just so you know,
it's a seller's market.

You seriously gonna
bust my balls over 10 Gs?

I kept this place
tight as a drum six years.

Who squashed the undocumented
workers alliance?

That hit and run?

Your son's face
was so coke-dusted

he looked like a clown.

Tony, yeah.

My son, I fear,

is losing his fucking mind.

Like his departed mother.

Some people can't handle
the deep trip.

I fear he is a destroyer.

In my day, you understand, it was about
consciousness expansion,

tracing the unseen web.

Children are a disappointment.

Remain unfettered, Frank.

They closer on
who killed Caspere?

Catalast is taking over
his action.

Everything's happening.

My farkakte offspring I will set
up with a club in Oakland.

Let him be
a boy prince elsewhere.

Whoever killed Caspere,
they have my money.

- How's that?
- The holding company is empty.

The land was never purchased and
I'm fucked out of my life's work.

Now I need a direction
to turn, Austin.

Or I may just start
pulling down walls.

That doesn't sound like
a smart play, gever.

Innuendo is nobody's friend.

You're not worried whoever did Caspere
might be part of something bigger?

Muscling in on the corridor,
secret handshakes and whatnot.

Ben had his own charity
and what punched his ticket

could have come from
some personal pocket.

Nobody muscles me, Frank.

State attorney
will get his piece,

Caspere will get closed,
the world will turn

uncaring of our struggles.

They close Caspere,
I want a tip.

I want time alone
with the guy that did it.

You are industrious, Frank.

I want to see you
make it through this.

Who wants to move
on the poker room?

Kickback's an extra
15 next week, Frank.

22.50 the week after.

You don't come through then,

I have to entertain
other interests.

It's business.

Sure.

Now this is making
some sense, right?

It explains his home decor.

Nine to one the cash withdrawal
every month was a hooker blowout.

Guy's regularly in touch
with criminal elements.

Pimps,

they break in,
tortured him somewhere.

Probably trying
to get access to assets.

I think it's more
twisted than that.

What was done to him,
that shit in his house.

He's into a lot of stuff
we're just scratching.

Well, we can have Woodrugh
work prosts, escort services.

He'd be smooth for that.

Sure.

You know that expression
about flies and honey?

The fuck do I want
with a bunch of flies?

Well, you don't have flies,
you can't fly-fish.

What is this fucking place?

Suburban flight,

heavy manufacturing
moves inland or overseas,

plants close.

Except here, a bunch
of good capitalists

ran in for cheap leases,
tax incentives,

immigrant labor,
sweatshop economics.

You don't have
a problem with that?

No, my strong suspicion is
we get the world we deserve.

Why are you here? This place?

I did time in the LA Sheriff's.

I just needed better pay.

Regular hours.

I had a son.

They told you
about me, I'm sure.

Yeah, bosses said
you're a solid investigator.

I know you wouldn't think it,
but I don't bullshit.

What would you say if you did?

Can I tell you what you
may or may not have heard,

but almost definitely will hear
about my busted marriage?

Rumors have me killing
this piece of filth hurt my wife.

Same rumors put me in hock
to a Southland mob.

And if you know who to ask,
you might hear I like to wet

now and then from a number
of bad habits.

- Any of that true?
- Oh, yeah.

- Which parts?
- Bad habits.

Never lost one yet.

You?

Oh, I don't distinguish
between good and bad habits.

What's with all the knives?

Could you do this job
if everyone you encountered

could physically overpower you?

I mean, forget police work.

No man could walk around
like that without going nuts.

So they're equalizers.
Makes sense.

No, I'd still wear them
if I wasn't on the job.

Fundamental difference
between the sexes

is that one of them can kill the
other with their bare hands.

Man of any size
lays hands on me,

he's gonna bleed out
in under a minute.

Well, just so you know,
I support feminism.

Mostly by having
body image issues.

What's that thing
Pitlor mentioned?

Your dad, the Good People?

It was this, like,
commune around Guerneville

in the late '70s, '80s.

Hippie shit.

You had to look out
for yourself, huh?

That's you.

Look, I'm trying
to effect transparency between us.

The reason being...

I don't know if you know this,

but us, the investigation,

I don't think
it's supposed to work.

Why is that?

State attorney's investigation.

They must have tapped you.
You know, the kid, too.

Why wouldn't they have
a team of state grand jury investigators

working Vinci instead
of just you and the kid?

Why wouldn't the SA
do a full-court press on this?

You want honest?

Tell me,
how compromised are you?

Anyways, good night.

What is that?
Why didn't you tell me?

What the fuck?

CHIP SOLICITS SEX FOR
LETTING LACEY LIONEL OFF?

'Cause that right there
is a bunch of unbridled horseshit.

You read about the girl.

Goes to jail
for one more fuckup,

tries to say I did
something wrong. That's it.

Then why didn't you tell me?

'Cause I don't want
to think about it.

- Are you gonna
lose your job? - No.

I got a new assignment
through the state attorney.

I'm gonna be a detective after.

Listen, this paper
talks about you

being in this Black
Mountain Security thing.

I told you,
I don't talk about the desert.

But this Black Mountain Security,
they did things, bad...

So that's it?
You're just taking off?

Come on, I just told you.

I got to go to LA
to work for a while.

Special detail.
Special investigator.

- That's it.
- God, you smell like a bar rag.

They say vodka don't smell,
but that's bullshit.

You smell just like my uncle.

I'm just going
down south a while.

That's it.

- And your apartment?
- Still there, Em.

What are you doing?

I can't do this anymore.
I tried.

It's work.

It's a good thing, E

No.

You barely talk.

I don't know your family.
You don't want to know mine.

- Who are you?
- Oh, fuck off.

Who the fuck
am I supposed to be?

- I don't know who
you're supposed to be. - Jesus Christ.

Yeah, fuck off. Go.

God, whatever
happened to you, I can't fix it.

There's nothing wrong with me.

I'll call you this weekend.

Don't.
I don't want to hear from you, Paul.

You can't give me
more than this.

You're not...
you're not right.

Sometimes I'm with you
and I can tell that...

Fuck it.

I gotta go.

Don't come back.

It's on you, not me.

I can't see you again, Paul.

You hurt me seeing you.

You're doing this.

This isn't me doing this.

This isn't me.

Frank.

Surprised you're visiting
this pit you stuck me with.

It's hard work up in here.

I gotta say,
being back in here, I don't miss it.

Seems like a headache
looking back.

Fucking right it's a headache.

Vendors,
purchase orders, licenses.

Every one of these bitches
think this is "Pretty Woman."

I need to know if any
of your girls knew a guy

liked young trim.

Maybe, like, a few months ago.

He booked a date at his place.

In Vinci? The big house?

No, this place small.
In Hollywood.

Took-over home.

You remember where it was?

Go ahead, girl, speak.

I write them down.

Danny says you pay
attention to streets,

always know where you are.

This guy, he do anything scary?

Anything might have
pissed somebody off?

No. He kind of...

weak, you say?

Just want to watch.

Write it down where you met him.

I hope this goodwill does not go
unnoticed on your end, Frank.

Everybody needs friends, see?

FUCK YOU

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Division Vice Squad.

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WHEREVER, WHENEVER

- Yeah.
- Yo, you remember that missing girl?

I talked to her old roommate.

Said Vera last called her
a couple months ago.

Asked if anybody'd
come around looking for her.

I checked her phone records and
a call came from a Guerneville address.

How's it going down there?

It's a pain in the ass,
you know?

Not much so far.

It's... might be
a hooker job, some pimp.

Let me let you go.
Catch up tomorrow?

Sure.

Bye.

Wait for me!

How's that for detecting?

Caspere had another house.
Place he brought girls.

- You check it out? - No, I don't want
to go near it.

And my people ain't exactly proficient
in evidence handling.

Figured you'd go in as police,

see what you can, see what I might
need to know.

Grab anything that pushed towards
Caspere's dealing with land purchases.

Yeah, what's going on with that?

Money. Place is about to be
worth a whole lot more.

- This is Hollywood.
- So?

Listen, I've been
wanting to ask you,

things shake out like I expect,

this time next year,
might be Chief of PD... Vinci.

How'd that be?

Chief? I don't want that, Frank.

Did I ask you if you want that?
What's up with you, huh?

I'm lining stuff up
for you here.

That job pays 300K a year.

You could hire a hell of a family
lawyer for that.

That right there.

You... you remember
how we got together?

I remember you dumping a body.

The reasons
for all this, all that,

might not exist for me anymore.

You see?

I got no reason to keep at this.

Meaning you'd consider
life in prison, what,

a positive?

No, I ain't saying that either.

What, you have other options
here I'm not privy to?

Everybody's got the one option,

you want it bad enough.

You used to be a hard man.

- I'm tired.
- Then get some sleep.

After you check the place out.

Get back to me.

And, Ray...

I don't want to hear
you talk like that again.

You want another beer, Ray?

No, I... I gotta
take off, I guess.

He's keeping you busy.

Yes, ma'am.

You ought to take some time.

A vacation.

Have you ever been
to San Miguel de Allende?

- No.
- That's where I'm from.

Mountains, waterfalls,
this plaza.

Well, that sounds really nice.

Maybe I could show it
to you sometime.

I think the only way
I get a vacation is if I croak.

You should get
another job, then.

It's too late for that, darlin'.

That and about
a million other things.

Your money.

That's not mine.

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