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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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