All language subtitles for So.Help.Me.Todd.S01E10

Okay, she can have the car.

Yeah, and the furniture.

I don't know.

My God, we are dividing assets.

What? No.

There's no way
I can afford to pay

that much in spousal support.

What? Hold... Can you remind

Kathleen that
I'm a poor journalist

and not a billionaire?

No, I can't...

I can't believe
this is happening.

All she did was complain
that I worked too much.

You know? And that's it, okay?

Forget it.

I-I'm gone.

All right.

I'm ready.

All of the forms and documents
for the legal separation

are complete.

After we file this,

the serve by
publication will run

in three newspapers
for 12 business days.

Okay.

This is my life,

putting an ad in the
newspaper in Iceland

to tell my missing husband
that our marriage is over.

Okay. Thank you, Susan.

Of course.

When is your wedding?

Nine months and counting. Hmm.

And you're not doing a prenup?

No, I-I didn't want to be...

No, no, no, no.
You don't have to explain.

I am probably
the wrong person to consult

on that...

particular subject
at this moment.

Wait, which subject? By the way,

report done.

Todd, take your leg

off the arm of that chair.

Okay, but wait, which subject
are you the wrong person for?

Pirates? Zombies? Lasers?

Blazers.

Pre-nuptial agreements.

Oh.
Peter and I

aren't doing one.

And that's perfectly fine.

I mean, God only knows what
the future holds for any of us.

Had I realized that I would
one day be responsible

for Harry's membership

at the Wildwood
Athletic Club,

I probably would have
gone into my marriage

with a little
more protection.

All right,
Susan, thank you.

See you in ten minutes.

Todd. Chair. Arm. Leg.

Thank you. Sorry.

Wait, is she finally
divorcing Harry?

No.

Legal separation.

Oh.
She says she's
not ready for anything

as drastic as divorce,

but is ready
to explore her options.

She needs to
cut that jerk loose.

And where are you two going?

Our trial resumes
in 30 minutes.

Kathleen Baylis,

accused of murdering
her husband.

The journalist?

Oh, right, right, right.
Lyle got that case.

Lucky. Meanwhile, I'm stuck
on Portland's death trolley.

MAX?

The light rail train?

Hit all those cyclists,
people are calling it SMAX now?

It's a class action suit,

but for me,
it's just a ton of paperwork.

That's the real tragedy.

Hmm. Bye, Todd.

I'm kidding.

Detective Anten,

you're a member of
the Portland Anti-Crime Team,

known as P.A.C.T., correct?

Yes.
And this is a
special task force

meant to reduce crime
in North Portland,

correct?
That is correct.

But isn't one of the fastest
growing criminal organizations

in that area a biker gang,
the Pioneer Ghosts?

I can't quantify that,

but they do
have a presence, yes.

Okay. But were you aware
that Keith Baylis

was two days away
from publishing an exposé

on the Pioneer Ghosts
and their criminal activity?

I was aware of that, yes.

Well, a member of
the biker gang could have

framed Kathleen Baylis
for the murder of her husband.

I mean,
they had motive, and yet...

She had motive.

And the murder weapon
was found in her car.

Her alibi is
she was sleeping.

Please wait for my question
before answering.

And yet, you

zeroed in on my client.

Now, what was
the probable cause

for searching
Kathleen Baylis's home?

A confidential informant

notified P.A.C.T.
that Kathleen Baylis

had bought
a 9mm Glock 19

with wiped serial numbers
days before the murder,

and the bullet
that was retrieved

from the chest of
the victim matched that weapon.

A confidential informant.

A C.I.

That was your
only probable cause?

An unverified anonymous source?

And your client
was an angry, bitter,

soon-to-be ex-wife

in the middle
of a contentious divorce.

Just stay calm.

Um, there are lots of angry,

bitter ex-wives
out there, detective.

That doesn't
make them murderers.

The night of her arrest,

her behavior
was very aggressive.

I cuffed her, and she said

that she was glad
her husband was dead.

That's a lie!

I never said that.

You lying piece of...

Yep, that is
the aggression that I saw.

I understand.

That's enough, Mrs. Baylis.
One more outburst like that

and you'll be held
in contempt of court.

Okay.

Margaret, I did not
kill my husband.
I know.

That wasn't my gun.
Yes, I know.

Oh, my God,
I'm being framed.

I should
take the stand.

The jury needs
to hear my side.

Kathleen, that is not
a good idea,

especially after
that outburst in court.

And the angry
text messages,

showing up to his office,
threatening to kill him.

Well, I did want to
kill him. I did.

Okay, fine.
But he was never around.

He was always working,
and he lied about everything.

I know his job
was secretive, fine,

but how do I know

he wasn't having an affair?
How did I know anything?

You felt foolish for ever having

trusted him in the first place.

Yes, but trust me,

if I were going to kill him,

I wouldn't shoot him with a gun.

I would poison him
slowly so I could enjoy

every second of
his agonizing death.

Oh, please, you never
really love someone

unless you've fantasized about

killing them
at least a few times.

I understand, I really do,

but you cannot share that
sentiment with the jury.

We've already
got an uphill battle

with this Luke Anten, and...
Oh, my God.

I'm going to prison for
the rest of my life, aren't I?

I know you didn't do it,

and I'm going to
find a way to prove that.

Sorry, I'm here
to see my mother,

but I seem to have
the wrong office.

I'm allowed to work in here.

My last name
is also on the door,

plus I'm all out of staples
in my cubby.

Hmm.

Ooh, a file marked "Harry."

That sounds ominous.

Yeah, it's all the bills
Mom's stuck with

because she's still
legally married to that idiot.

Here's some additional research
on the Pioneer Ghosts,

but I just think that...
Oh, it's you.

It's always me.

And Allison,

it's nice to
see you again. Likewise.

I'm sorry you had to find
this belligerent mole-person

at your
mother's desk.

She should be back
any moment now,

but fair warning,
she's in a terrible mood.

Why?
She's losing
her murder trial,

and it's killing her,
so I recommend that...

Todd, what are you
doing at my desk?

Allison, honey,
I can't have lunch today,

I have to work.
Todd, we have talked about this.

Yes, yes,
we certainly have,

and I understand
you're losing your case

because there's
a problem

with the level
of investigative work

provided to you
by someone who shall

remain nameless but
whose initials are Lyle Burton.

Todd, we do not have time
for nonsense right now.

An innocent woman is about
to go to prison for life,

and I am running
out of options.

Lyle, we need to go through

every single piece
of evidence again

and see if we can
come up with something.

On it.
The Pioneer Ghost research.

Ah, thank you.

Mom, why are you losing?

Oh, ah.

A very smug detective,
Luke Anten,

who I would
like to smack.

Very conveniently,
a magical informant

made its way
into his lap,

and provided probable cause

for a search warrant
which led them

right to the murder weapon
in Kathleen's car. It is crap.

It's crap?
Yes.

I have looked into

the eyes of murderers before,
and Kathleen is not one.

If she had killed him,

she'd be hiding
how much she hated him,

which she's not. I am so angry.

Okay, well, are there
any other suspects?

Ah. A biker gang.

The Pioneer Ghosts.

Keith Baylis was about to
publish a story on them

right at the time of his death.

I mean murder.

But they are a very
tight-knit, secretive group,

and no one is talking.

Not even their leader,

Josephine Fontana,
who's in prison in Salem.

Oh, I'm so angry!

I'm losing, I'm losing this,

and on a case I should be winning.

I need to win.

Okay, you and I,
out of here.

Let's go.
What? But I can help.

Let's get
some lunch.

Allison, honey, yes,

take-take your brother to lunch

and let me work uninterrupted.

What? I don't
interrupt your work.

I help your work.
Yes, you do.

You are right now.
One, two, three...

Okay, you can't start counting

before the conversation's over

I don't adhere
to nonsense rules.

Go on, right now. Oh.

Why are you so quiet?

What are
you plotting?

What? No, nothing.
I'm not... plotting.

You have 17 floors to confess.

What are you
talking about?

16. 15.
Confess what?

14. 12.
Why is everyone
counting at me today?

11.

My God. Um...

I was thinking
I might know someone

who might know if those
bikers are involved

in the case
Mom's working on.

Who?

Nobody, just somebody
in prison in Salem.

It's nothing.
Who do you
know in prison...

Veronica?

Todd. No.
The leader of
the biker gang

You cannot be serious.
is a woman
incarcerated in Salem,

and that's
where Veronica is.

I think you mean that's where

the woman
who ruined your life is.

She has access
to this biker woman.

She could
ask her a few questions.

It could help Mom's case.

Todd, Veronica is why
you are penniless,

license-less and homeless.

I can't park in my garage
because of Veronica.

I'm not going back
into business with her,

or sleeping with her.

I'm just gonna
go talk to her.

It's not a big deal.

She's in prison. It's fine.

God, what are you thinking?

This is a terrible idea.

Oh, like you haven't had any
terrible ideas lately?

Look, I'm sorry,
I didn't mean that.

I'm just trying
to help Mom,

but I won't do it,
okay, Allison?

I won't go see her. I won't.

Allison?
I'm not going
to lunch with you.

I won't.

I won't... go see her.

I can't believe
I'm actually here.

Seeing you.

I don't...

I don't know what to say.

You ruined my life,
you destroyed my reputation,

you lied to me,
constantly, you...

Oh, oh, now you don't
want to talk to me?

I drive all the way down here,
you don't want to talk to me?

That's really rich.

I can't hear you.

Wrong handset.

Oh. Oh.

Okay.

Hi.

Hi.

You look... great.

Thanks, so do you.

A tie. Yeah.

Uh, well, it's for work.

I'm a professional
investigator now.

You weren't a
professional before?
No, I was.

I mean, we were.

Our whole agency was,
but you clearly were not.

Hey, okay, whatever.

You know, I just
want to be very clear

that I'm only here
to get information,

and you owe me that

for everything
you put me through.

I could've ended
up inside there, too,

so let's not talk
about who did what

because you did it.

You did everything.

And you owe me.

Yeah.

Yeah, I do.

Okay. Uh, great.

So, uh, there's a journalist,

Keith Baylis, he was murdered.

And I want to know
if, um, Josephine Fontana,

or someone
in her gang

had anything to do with it.
Do you know...

Joey? I know of her.

Well, um, I need you to ask.

Ask around. Ask her. Just ask.

I can ask.

Good.

Why do you need me to do this?
Shouldn't the police

be able to...
The police
have identified

somebody else,
and they don't want to believe

that the biker gang
had anything to do with this.

This Detective Anten
testified that...

Luke Anten?

You know him?

He's a prick and a liar.

He is?

He screwed up a case of mine
years ago, before you.

He lied and said he had

a confidential informant
in a case...

Wait, wait, wait.
That's what he's doing here.

That's exactly what he's doing.

Yeah, it gets him
a search warrant

every time, but those
C.I.'s don't always exist,

and by law, he doesn't
have to reveal them...

Who was your client?

You get so excited.

I forgot how excited you get.

Millicent Granger.

She's doing five in here.

Okay, so Anten fabricated a C.I.
to get a search warrant,

which led to the arrest of
your client Millicent Granger.

You are a quick study.

Well...

Thank you.
This could actually be, um,

this could actually be helpful.

I'm glad.

It's the least I could do.

I'll talk to Joey.

Visiting hours
are over now.

Mom. Mom. Millicent Granger.

Millicent Granger
of southeast Portland.

I did some digging
into your case...

Our case. I am the licensed
investigator on this case.

And I am the 736 hours-away
from re-licensed

investigator
who discovered

that Detective Anten

has a suspicious history of
using confidential informants

to obtain
search warrants.

Nobody could put Millicent
Granger at the scene of a crime,

then Anten's
magical C.I. appears,

giving him probable cause
to search her house.

And guess what happened there.

Found the murder weapon.

It's the same story.

Where did you get this?

I think you mean
where didn't Lyle get this,

and, uh, let's just say I have
my own confidential source.

Can you trust this source?

Yes. Yeah.

Well, this might
be enough for me to file

a motion to reveal
a confidential informant.

And if Anten can't produce
that informant...

Then the search warrant
is invalid,

and the gun inside
Kathleen's car is inadmissible.

Yes. Can we order?

I am starving.
You guys want dinner?

I have my dinner.

Freshly washed
carrots and celery.

What? What are you,
a rabbit?

Well, at least share.

Your Honor,
Detective Anten used a C.I.

again in the case
of Millicent Granger,

so I am filing for a motion to
reveal a confidential informant.

I'm inclined
to give counsel time

to prepare a written motion.

The matter is continued
to Friday.

Thank you.

That's only three days.

Is that gonna
give you enough time?

Kathleen, this is
the break we needed.

We should talk.

Three days.
We have to research

recent motions
of this kind.

We'll need
a plan in case

they do reveal
their informant.

Hey, it's me.

So, I spoke to Joey for you,

and this Luke Anten stuff?

Tip of ye olde iceberg.

You know where to find me.

So, tip of the iceberg, huh?

Tip top. You need to find
a guy named Herb Mulholland.

Herb Mulholland? Why, who is he?

Evidence locker clerk for
the Portland Police Bureau.

He was arrested by

Luke Anten. Huh.

And, uh, arrested for what?

Anten said he was stealing
from the evidence locker.

Stealing what?
I don't know,

drugs, money, weapons?

Just take a closer look
at his search warrant.

I really think it'll
interest you and your...

your current employer.

Your mom?

Who told you that?

A woman in here. Celia.
Client of your mother's.

Shot her daughter
Kim's boss to death

on the roof
of a parking garage.
Yeah, I know who she is.

Celia says that you
and Margaret have been playing

"Bring Your Son To Work Day"
for months now.

Yeah, well, I couldn't
get a job anywhere else.

I lost my license, you know,
because of you.

So, yeah, I'm working
at the firm as an investigator.

Just talk to Herb Mulholland.

Was I wrong
about Millicent Granger?

No.

See?

I'm trying to make it up to you.

Yeah, I know it's last minute.

Okay, so you're cancelling
our make-up lunch with Mom.

Fine. Great. I don't really
feel like seeing you anyway.

Look, Allison, I'm sorry,

and something
came up at work, so...

What is that on your shit?

Is that a visitor sticker
from a prison?

Todd, what the hell
are you doing?

I am helping Mom, okay?

Todd! Don't lean on my car.
Are you out of your mind?

You told me
that you were not
Okay, uh, uh...

going to do this.
Lunch any other
day of the week, okay?

How could you
be so stupid?
Bye.

Wait, is that Mom... Does Mom
know that you did this? Todd?

Uh, no, no, Todd,

we're meeting Allison for lunch.
I know where it is.

No, no, no, we're not.
We need to go

talk to someone
named Herb Mulholland.

No, we're not.

I have only a brief
time for lunch.

I have to work on
my motion to reveal.

This will help with that.

Herb Mulholland is a cop

who was arrested
for stealing evidence,

and he was arrested
by Luke Anten, and guess what

Anten used to
obtain the search warrant?

A C.I. Bingo.

All right, let's go. Okay.

Put your seatbelt on.
Okay, thank you.

All right, let's just say
we're Jehovah's Witnesses

or Church of Ladder Day Saints
or something.

Okay... Wait, did you
just say "La-dur Day"?

"Ladder Day"?
Todd, it's Latter Day.

With a "T," "Latter."
Tuh, tuh, tuh.

No, it's not,
it's a celebration

of the ladder
they used to climb...

Oh, he's here.

Excuse me, Herb Mulholland?

Hey.

I'm Margaret Wright,
an attorney.

Look, I don't need
a public defender.

I'm representing myself,

and I've already pled guilty,

so that's that. But...

So, please, just, uh...

Excuse me.
You've already pled guilty,

but are you guilty?

Doesn't matter,
so please just go.

Hey, Daddy.
Daddy, come play with me.

Hey, sweetheart.
How about

you go back
to playing,

and daddy will be
right there, okay?

Okay.

Give me a dollar.

What? Why?

It'll make me your lawyer.

She's a defense
attorney. The best.

She's very good
at her job.

And as my client, you can
confidentially speak to me,

and, legally, I can't
share it with anybody.

Listen, I appreciate it,
but I don't need your help.

I'll be fine.

You'll be fine going to prison,

and leaving your little
girl without a father?

I think you're just
trying to protect her,

and I understand that.
I really do.

I'm a parent, too.

But...

she needs you here, with her.

Please, let me help you.

Do I have to give
him a dollar, too?

No.
Yes. What?

Couldn't hurt.

Drugs went missing
from the evidence locker,

evidence in a case
against this biker gang,

the Pioneer Ghosts.
I was told to

shut my mouth
and look the other way.

But I reported it
because I was a good cop.

Next thing I know,

I'm being arrested
for stealing a brick of coke

that they hid underneath my bed.

I mean, I got a kid.
I-I don't do drugs.

You were framed.
It was retaliation.

It most certainly was.

For doing your job
and reporting a crime.

Yeah, but it's my word
against the other cop's,

so I'm screwed.

And who was
the other cop,

the one who actually
stole the evidence,

you know,
the one you reported?

Same one that
arrested me. Anten.

Detective Luke Anten.

Confirmed. Anten
is a dirty cop.

He's been protecting
the Pioneer Ghosts

this whole time.
And if he was willing

to steal from
the evidence locker...

Then he probably
framed Kathleen.
Uh-huh.

So the bikers
could get away

with murdering Keith
and stop his exposé

on them from
being published. Mmm.

This will help with the
motion to reveal, right?

Oh, we're way
past that now.

We're going to clear both
Kathleen and Herb's names,

and nail Anten
to the wall.

Great.

Okay.

Herb, relax, we're just
going to tell the Judge

that you're changing your plea
from guilty to not guilty.

It's very simple, okay?
You'll be fine.

Yeah.

State of Oregon v.
Herb Mulholland.

Good morning, Counsel.

It's nice
to see you again.

Let's get started.

Please state your
appearance for the record.

Good morning,
Your Honor.

Margaret Wright

for the defendant,
who's in court.

We would like to
change our earlier plea

from guilty
to not guilty.

I'm sorry, uh,
this is a mistake.

I'm not changing
my plea, Your Honor.

I'm guilty.

Wha... Wait,
Your Honor...

Mr. Mulholland,
I want to confirm

that you intelligently,

knowingly, and voluntarily
entered this plea?

Yes, Your Honor.

I'm guilty.

Herb, please, if we can just...
Very well,

let's schedule
the sentencing hearing.

I need a moment.

What is going on?

I found this right here.

Oh, my God.
How did he get this?

He was in my house,

this close
to my baby girl.

This is a threat, Margaret,
and I-I can't risk...

Anten is not going
to get away with this.

I can barely eat.

I'm sick to my stomach.

I can't believe
he threatened a child.

So this Detective Anten
framed both your clients,

Herb and Kathleen, to just,
what, protect a biker gang?

I can't believe a detective
helped cover up Keith's murder.

How did you know
Keith again, Chet?

S.J.P.
You knew
Keith Baylis

through Sarah
Jessica Parker?

Society of Journalists,
Portland chapter.

That's what I thought.

Half the time,
Keith never showed up.

He was always chasing
after a story.

But when he did, we would
order him a cheese-less pizza.

Lifelong vegan.

It was disgusting.

I wish you could
track down his notes

or-or a draft of the story

that he was writing about
the Pioneer Ghosts.

At least then,
we'd have something

that might connect
them to Keith's murder.

Well, I'm sure he kept
his notes well-hidden.

All successful
investigative journalists

are super paranoid.

Ah. Et tu Brute?

Uh, may I be excused
for a second?

Collect call.
Do you accept the charges?

Yes, I'll accept the charges.

Hello?

Hello?

Hey, I'm calling
to see how it went

with Herb Mulholland.

Oh. Um, you were right.

It was, um... He was...

Look, I really can't talk now.

Then why'd you answer?

I don't know, I just...

I thought you might
have more information,

but I-I really
can't talk right now.

What is that noise?

Oh, is tonight family dinner?

Are you at your sister's
perfect little house?
No.

Is her husband
wearing a turtleneck?

Yes, but we're actually at
my mom's condo. Can you just...

I feel like there's
a turtleneck involved.

And Lawrence isn't there, right?

He's off working somewhere.
And that cute husband of his.

Chet. How old's their
little girl now?

I remember holding her
as a baby.

Look, I really
can't talk right now,

and aren't collect calls
from prison like $20 a minute?

Oh, my God, do you want
this information or not?
What's that about prison?

Um...

Tell me you were not
talking to Veronica.

What-what is
going on?

Uh, please? Allison?
Allison.

It's just your idiot son,

talking to the woman
who destroyed his life.

Okay, um,
I can explain.

Mom, look, Veronica is...

What could possibly
possess you to...

Oh, my God.

She's your informant,
isn't she?

She told you about
I told him

Herb Mulholland
this was a mistake.

and Millicent Granger.
I told you
not to do this.

Yes, but I only went to her

because she was
helping you,

and can you please stay out
of this? You're not helping.

We're just staying
over here, right?

Yeah.

Todd, I cannot

have a known criminal
involved in my cases!

Okay, but she is helping us.
Because of her,

we are on track
to expose Luke Anten,

and keep Kathleen and Herb
from going to prison.

Because of her,
you almost went to prison.

I thought you were
done with her.

Oh, yeah? Just like
you're done with Harry?

A legal separation?

Come on, Mom,
just divorce that loser.

I mean, talk about
somebody destroying your life.

I can't even look at you.

No, no, and a no.

Kathleen,

I know we've
gone over this before,

but can you think
of any other possible place

that Keith
might have left his notes?

He was just
always so secretive.

About everything.

Who he met with, where he went,

what he was working on.

Maybe there's
a safety deposit box

that you didn't know about?

No idea.

We barely talked toward the end.

Maybe if he had just
put me first every now and then,

we might've actually

been able to
make it work, but no,

it was all work,
all the time. And bowling.

Bowling?

Oh, yeah, took up bowling,
out of the blue.

Joined a league,
the whole deal.

I'm still paying for that
stupid locker down there.

A locker?

How often did he visit
the bowling alley?

A few times a week. Maybe more.

Are you thinking...

I'm gonna need the name
of the bowling alley,

and that locker number.

Absolutely.

Uh, hello.

You are ten
minutes late.

Oh, so you are speaking to me.

I figured three strikes,
I was out.

That's baseball.
I know that.

Three strikes in bowling
is called a "turkey."

Yeah, I know that.
Wait, how do you know that?

And am I the turkey
in this situation?

Yes. More like the Dodo bird.

But right now,
we need to break into

locker number 52,
which is right over there.

Uh, I think your friend
Sergeant Security

might have
an issue with that.

Give me a moment.

I will create a distraction,

and then you can swoop in.

Wait, you'll create a what?

Hey, lady, what are you doing?

Hey, this is our game.
You can't do that.

What the hell?

What are you doing?

Okay.

Thank you, Lea Luna.

Okay.

Thank you.

Jackpot.

Thank you.

Whoa.

Hey, what are you doing?

She hit that 7-10.

Hold this, please. Thank you.

Oh, let's go. Let's go.

I got everything. Okay.

Also, since when did you
become such a good bowler?

Your mother did have a life
before children, Todd.

Okay, so, Keith is investigating

the Pioneer Ghosts.
Uh-huh.

He discovers
they're paying off Anten

so he'll overlook
all their criminal behavior,

but when Keith starts
digging deeper into Anten...

He discovers corruption
inside of P.A.C.T.

I mean, good God,

it is not just Anten
who's a dirty cop,

it is the entire task force.

This must have been
a whole new story

that Keith was working on.

So the Pioneer Ghosts
didn't kill Keith?
No.

It was the crooked
cops of P.A.C.T.

that did it to silence him.

Right, and it was
a high-profile murder

of a prominent
investigative journalist,

so they had to pin it on
somebody to cover themselves.

And who better than Kathleen,
the "bitter ex-wife."

You drop a weapon
into her trunk,

and, bang, she's an easy target.

Well, you got to admit,

we only uncovered all this
by talking to Veronica and...

Todd, I don't
want to hear it.
I'm just saying,

we got her information...
Todd, it was

a stupid thing to do.
There are plenty

of other ways...
I'm just saying,
we never would've...

Okay, Todd, don't just say.
Just listen.

These are Keith's words.

"The extent of the corruption
is outrageous.

"They were taking bribes
from criminals,

"making false arrests,
planting evidence,

"entrapment, lying on the stand,

skimming money
and drugs off the top."

I mean, this is infuriating.

We got to take
this to the D.A.

Like now,
like right now.

A dead man's journal isn't
enough to prove anything.

We can't accuse one cop,

let alone an entire task force,

of corruption
without rock-solid evidence.

Well, what qualifies
as rock-solid?

We need someone to testify.

Keith must have had a source,

someone on the inside,
someone that he knew,

like a cop at a...
at a police station.

Okay. Or, I was gonna mention,

it looks like Keith

was going to
this barbecue restaurant

in Beaverton called
"All You Can Meat"

every Thursday
around 2:00 p.m. for weeks.

What does that have
to do with anything?

Mom, All You Can Meat?

He was vegan, remember?
Oh, yes.

Why would he be going
to the same place

at the same time to eat nothing?

Unless he was "meat-ing" someone

in particular every week.

Like... his source?

Yes. You see?

You are a good investigator
without Veronica.

2:00 p.m. All You Can Meat
at 485 Pine Street.

Need to identify
Keith Baylis's source,

but that could be pretty much
almost anyone here.

This isn't even the half of it.

Look at this, case after case
of warrants and arrests,

all tainted
by P.A.C.T.

I knew Kathleen was innocent.
In my gut, I could tell.

I don't know. I have to admit,

when she said she fantasized
about killing her husband, I...

Oh, please, everyone does that.

I still fantasize about
pushing my ex off a cliff.

That's how I knew I loved him.

What about you?

Oh, of course,
I'd never actually do it,

but occasionally,
since Harry disappeared,

and maybe once or twice before,

I might have casually

thought about an ice pick.
In the shower,

where it would be
the easiest to clean.

Are you sure you only want
a legal separation,

because this sounds
a lot like...

I am just not ready
to divorce him.

And I'm certainly not
ready to kill him. Or am I?

Come on, Susan.

You've never
been so angry at Peter

that you thought
about killing him?

No. Angry, yes, of course,

but not angry enough

for an ice pick.

Todd, though,

I've fantasized
about killing him.

Whenever he was annoying
or wouldn't shut up,

I just wanted to

smother him with a pillow.

Careful. Todd's exes have
a habit of ending up in jail.

Good point.

What happened between him
and the one in prison?

Veronica.

I don't even want
to talk about it.

Well...

Years ago,
she helped him

get his private
investigator's license.

He was flailing...

And failing, at life.

And then he met
Veronica. Period.

And she set him on a new course.

She was
a veteran P.I.

She showed him
the ropes,

and she encouraged
his natural curiosity.

And instinct for troublemaking.

And then they set up
a small agency together.

It was his true calling,
and he was

so happy.
But the whole time,

she was setting him up
as the fall guy

for her own criminal activity.

Forgery.

Witness intimidation.

Illegal wiretapping.

So she framed him.

Because she is a liar

and a con artist,
and a sociopath.

But Todd,
he couldn't resist her.

He was like a moth to a flame.

And he has his mother to thank

for keeping him out of jail.

The end.

Wait a second.

This is the third case
where the found weapon

was wiped clean, no prints.

Let me guess.

A magical confidential informant

sweeps in to cement the case.

Just like Kathleen's case.

But how is P.A.C.T.
getting away with all of this?

Luke Anten.

They hide behind
his golden boy reputation.

They cover their tracks,
the insiders look the other way

and enable him.

And when all else fails,

they silence those
who get in the way.

It just makes my blood boil.

Mm-hmm.

But their days are numbered

because we
are going to stop them.

Okay, we're looking for someone

working with
the Portland Police Bureau.

So it could be a cop,

a dispatcher,
a crime scene tech.

Informants always look nervous,

but inside,
they're strong, steely.

How many customers are there?

Uh, around 40.

Okay, let's start by
narrowing the age range.

20 to 60-year-olds.

Okay, well, let's rule out

the coddled
ten-year-old whose mommy

is literally
spoon-feeding him.

Good luck to
the future girlfriend

who will never be able
to make him happy.

And nix anyone else with kids,

this wasn't a family affair.

This is an adult, working solo,

likely single, maybe lonely.

Okay, that narrows us down

to about a dozen
possible options.

Oh, this guy
kind of looks like a cop,

but I think he's on a date.

A first one.
An awkward one.

Oh, she's paying.
That's nice.

Oop, nope.
They went Dutch.

Yeah, welcome to
the friend zone, buddy.

Wow. Well, if she's not smiling,

this is also their last date.

Yeah, she's not smiling.

Okay, I think I should
focus on anyone dining alone.

Hmm, I guess I did
teach you a few good things

on those late-night stakeouts.

Yeah, a few good things. Yeah.

Okay, how many left?

Alone? Uh...

Five.

All right, rule out
anyone with tattoos

unless they're military related.

Okay, down to three.

So close.

Yeah.

College student is out.

Well, you should tell her
grades don't matter.

Yeah, it's who
you meet along the way.

Okay, two left. Wait.

High school
athletic coach.

It's not him.

Which means...

It's a woman, isn't it?

Yeah. I'll talk to you later.

Hello.

I think we have
a friend in common.

Keith Baylis.

But...

he's dead.

Suzi, you were Keith's source.
How did that come about?

I work for the I.T. department

at the Portland Police Bureau.

I monitor documentation,

tracking cross-communication
within departments,

and inter-server constituencies.

Okay, well, she's talking robot,

so it's a good thing
you're here.

What types of communication
do you track?

All types.

Police reports,
body cam footage,

evidence locker logs.

Emails between
members of P.A.C.T.,

the special task force?

Yes. I see everything.

False arrests,
skimming drugs,

planting evidence,
taking bribes.

I wanted to report it,

but...

I was scared of
how they'd retaliate.

So, you went to Keith Baylis.

No, he came to me.

He was looking
for an inside source.

He was smart.
He knew someone in I.T.

would have the info.

And so he found me
at my regular lunch spot.

All You Can Meat.
And he convinced me that

it was the right thing to do.

But...

now he's dead,

and it's all my fault.

No, it's not your fault.

It was the right thing to do.

But now we need you to testify

because my clients
are being framed

for crimes they did not commit.

But P.A.C.T. is so powerful.

They kill people.

I mean, what if...

An individual is vulnerable.

But with you, we would be four.

And with Herb Mulholland
and Kathleen Baylis,

we'd be six,
and there are others,

people who shouldn't be in jail.

We will stand together.
They cannot take us all down.

This is so Magnificent Seven.
It's so awesome.

More like Yellowstone.
What, the park?

Boys, focus.

Suzi, we cannot bring down
P.A.C.T. without you.

I'll do it.

I'll testify.

But how will you
protect me from them?

We work with the D.A.

to put every single
one of them behind bars.

We demand protection for you
from the state.

And we gather all
the information that you found,

the intel, the corruption,

and we make it
very, very public.

I happen to know

another very brave journalist

from the Sentinel.

Story broke. Front page.
By Chet Venables.

"The P.A.C.T.
Task Force has been suspended

and is under investigation
for widespread corruption."

We're looking
at it right now.

And the D.A.
is right here,

and she
just told us

that an arrest
warrant for Luke Anten

is being drafted
as we speak.

So, I'm-I'm free?

I'm free. You did it. Yes.

You did this.
Thank you.

Because of you,
P.A.C.T. won't be terrorizing

the streets
of North Portland anymore,

and we'll get justice
for Keith Baylis

by proving P.A.C.T. was
responsible for his murder.

And what about Herb Mulholland?

Don't worry. He'll be fine.

Wow.

All charges dropped.

What do you know?

Yeah, Herb and Kathleen
are free,

and the D.A. is trying
to put Anten away.

See? You can trust me.

Yeah, I don't know about that.

Oh, you don't know.

No.

Well, I enjoyed
this little caper.

Gave me something to do.

And...

I liked being in your ear again.

Yeah, it was good. It was.

But...
Felt like

I was back out
in the real world.

Free.

But...

...this has to be goodbye.

I just wanted to look you
in the eye one more time,

and tell you that you
nearly ruined my life,

and I will never forget that.

I know.

And I'm sorry.

I really am.

But we do make a good team.

Made a good team.

But not anymore.

Goodbye, Veronica.

All right, I'm ready.

All right,

this cancels the request
for legal separation

and nullifies
the service by publication.

And this is your

preliminary
signature pages

for your
divorce proceedings.

There, here,

and here.

Okay.

This should get
the ball rolling,

and then I am free.

And no ice pick.

I will get these
processed and filed,

and we will
be on to

the next step
by Wednesday?

Thank you, Susan.

And don't let this
sully your view of marriage.

You are going to be
very, very happy.

And your wedding
is going to be gorgeous.

Thank you, Margaret.

How do you feel?

The same.

Uh, less encumbered maybe.

Hey... Oh, uh,

am I interrupting
something?

Yes.

What have
you got there?

Oh, uh, 49 signed statements

of injury and personal
grievance records.

The death trolley.

Notarized, spell-checked,

reprinted after unfortunate
coffee-spill incident,

and ready to file.
All right, just
leave them there.

Mom, I know you're
still mad at me about...

We don't need to discuss
that matter any further.

Look, okay, yes,

there was a giant flashing
neon sign saying "no."

Really? Where?

No, like, metaphorically,
over my head,

following me around.
I knew it was wrong

to contact her, and yes,

ironic to be getting help
from the person who...

hurt me.

She nearly destroyed you, Todd.

Your whole life.

But I had you.

To protect me, helping me,

and-and that's what
I wanted to do for you. Help.

You need to make
smarter choices.

I know.

I thought you
were changing.
I am.

I am trying.
I'm on my way towards that.

I really am.

And I am never going to see her

or speak to her ever again.

I promise you. I'm done.

Okay.

It's a good thing she still has

eight more years
on her sentence.

Come on,
let's get lunch.

Really? I was like
99% certain

you weren't
gonna ask.

Wait, can we eat
at the bowling alley?

They have
amazing corn dogs,

and I want to
see some more of these

sick bowling skills
you have.

Sick? Why do you use
"sick" as a compliment?

Okay, fine,
dope bowling skills.

"Dope" is drugs.
Okay, insane
bowling skills?

"Insane" is crazy.

All right, you're
a great bowler, Mom.

And you are not. Jacket.

Oh.

Your Honor, the State of Oregon

would like to thank Ms. Caron
for her cooperation

and seeks to reward
leniency for information.

Namely, a grossly
reduced sentence.

Her testimony against
Detective Luke Anten

was a crucial factor
in uncovering

widespread corruption,

and helped us
to put him behind bars.

Agreed. You are now
a free woman, Ms. Caron.

Congratulations.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Thank you very much.

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