01x06 - The Dillingers

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Previously on
Fatal Attraction...

- Hi.
- Hold on.

God...

- Beatrice. Here for Kosna?
- Oh. Yep.

It's been a while since
I've been up against

one of Norman's juries.

I have a thing with Macksey.

- Oh.
- Mm.

Okay, so just... Shh.

You ever hear any
rumors about Alex?

I did see her on the
fifth floor once.

She was arguing with this guy.

I think he was in Legal Aid.

What's all this?
- The rest of the prints came back. Two more hits.

We now have Olena Kuzma
and Elijah Acosta.

Is there somewhere
else Ellen would go?

What do you mean? Did
you go to our house?

What is it? What's the matter?

I'm there now, Dan.
I don't see her.

Ellen?

I found her half a block away.

Oh, my God. Ellen,
Daddy's not mad at you.

- Dan. Dan!
- I just need you to try and remember.

- Did they tell you anything?
- You need to calm down.

- Did they tell you where they took you?
- Enough!

- Did she tell you who she was?
- Come here, baby.

What is wrong with you?!

I don't f*cking care anymore.

I'm gonna call in
every favor from anyone

who has ever owed me anything

to make sure that you go away.

It's my first day, so
I don't know anything.

But am I crazy? Where is 3100?

Uh, yeah, Victim Services?

Other way.

But the sign says that the
even numbers are to the right

and the odd numbers
are to the left.

Well, if you want
to trust signage.

I just know 3100
is to your left.

Because bureaucracy, or...?

Or because confusion weeds out

the people who aren't that
motivated in the first place?

Who knows?

: Right.

Okay, well, here I go.

I might be shouting out
your name to come help me.

Well, I'll still be right
here because: these elevators.

What is your name?

Oh, sorry, I'm Clay.

It sounds dramatic,

but I feel like I
have to say it anyway,

without you, there
would be no justice.

As a direct result of the
actions of the defendant,

a mother of four can't
be with us here today.

A grandmother of two,
a beloved colleague,

trusted friend, can't be here.

Lucilla Mendes
cannot take the stand

and tell you what the
defendant did to her,

because he m*rder*d her.

And so since she can't be here,

I am.

To be her voice.

To speak for the actual
victim in this crime.

In the hope and the confident
belief that ultimately

you will choose to
speak for her, too.

Second time in two weeks I heard
him do "voice of the victim."

Can't even be bothered
to write new material.

Must be nice.

Don't give me that look.
I'm mad at you, too.

So, there you go.
Everybody's mad at everybody.

Oh, hi. I'm Emma.

I live here.

If you need anything whenever,

just feel free to knock.

Thank you. Um, I'm Alex.

- Hi.
- I need them to fix the elevator.

Oh, I know. It's
so temperamental.

I've just taught myself
to live without it.

You've met Luis?

The super? Mm. Yeah.

Anything else
about the building,

or your unit, he can help you.

Just... not the elevator?

Just not that,
that its own thing.

Oh, detergent?

Does he have detergent?

No, no, no, could... Do
you have any detergent

that I could borrow?

Oh, do I?

I absolutely do, sorry.

Would you like me
to bring some over?

- No, I can...
- Oh. Oh, great.

Yeah. Oh...

Are you allergic
to cats or dogs?

You have cats and dogs?

No, but if you're
not allergic to them,

you won't be to rabbits either.

Come here. Come here.

This is Eddie Rabbitt.

You're not old enough
to know who that is.

No, I-I definitely
am. The, um...

- Yeah.

Exactly.

Oh, do you need fabric softener?

- No, that I am allergic to.
- Okay.

Well, come on in.

- He wanted someone to talk at.
- Mm.

Just coked out of his mind.

And then my other
housemate was a health nut

who used to go
through my groceries

and throw away stuff
because it was bad for me.

- No.
- Mm-hmm.

- No.

I only didn't live alone
once and that, I mean,

all three of my
housemates, kind of slobs,

very gossipy,

so I tried not to be home a lot.

I don't blame you.

Yeah, and then one of them,

her mom actually bought the
house and put it in her name.

Because I guess it made
more sense for her to...

get a mortgage and
charge rent than to...

pay rent, so she was
actually our landlord.

- Oh.
- Yeah.

And then when I dropped out,

she made this whole federal case

about how I was
breaking the lease

and I needed to honor it

even though the whole reason
why I was living there

in the first place
was to go to school.

So...

I...

invoked the city brothel law,

which then made all
three of our tenancies

ill*gal technically because
you can't have four persons

living under the same
roof, unrelated persons.

Hmm.

You dropped out of law school?

I thought you said
you graduated.

Did I? So? I mean,
you didn't even go.

I know.

- I'm not saying I care.
- Good.

Because why would you care?

It's, like, none
of your business.

It really isn't.

My mother still
doesn't understand

how they let me
work in Legal Aid

even though I'm not a lawyer.

She also doesn't know
what a clerk does.

But because I'm a clerk,

she assumes it must
be something stupid.

And maintenance had been
screwing around with whatever

electrical problem above
the wall in the landing,

for like a month, so I
thought they would notice

the fire door was broken
and fix it, but...

I mean, in retrospect,
I don't even know

what I was worried about.

Anyway, uh...

How great is that, right?

For returning to like...

mental factory settings.

It's so much from up here.

You can see so much
of it all at once.

It makes you realize...

whatever's bothering you,

you just have to let it go.

Alex?

Oh, hi, hon.

I just got your note.

I wasn't here.

I was visiting my daughter,
the one in Vallejo.

I don't need to
know where you were.

Hey. How about dinner later?

I know you love enchiladas.

And I'm on my way to the market.

Okay...

But... are you
all right, though?

Your note said you
wanted to talk.

Did whatever it was
work itself out?

You know, Joanne is in
her third trimester,

with a toddler,

so when she calls
for reinforcements,

Mom has to answer.

But I'm...

really sorry I wasn't
here if you needed me.

I don't care what you are.

I don't care about you.

At all.

Okay, and then it's gonna
be two other teaspoons

of sesame seeds...

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
that's... You're not done.

Well, the recipe
says two cloves.

Yeah, two. That means
like eight for me.

And it says to
mince it. This is...

I don't even know what this is.

Mincing is small... It's
like little, tiny pieces.

- Oh.
- Yeah. See?

Way smaller than that.

- Okay.
- Okay?

And I don't do measured
teaspoons, by the way.

Spices, I just like scoop it.

Like, even the cayenne.
Just, you scoop it.

If you're gonna season
something, you season it, right?

You got to remind yourself
that you're alive.

Don't make that face. Don't.

I know that you... You say
you don't like spicy things,

I know that you do.
Remember the-the...

curry, the Thai
beef curry thing?

I remember all the openings
in my face exploding.

Okay, well, good.

Because that's
kind of the point.

Do you remember
what else happened

the night we got the Thai food?

I mean...

I remember how you
don't say anything

about anything when it's
supposedly actually happening.

Because you like to stew
and then twist it around

and then blindside me
with all the crazy sh*t

that I apparently said
and did, which I guess

we're about to do
right now, so...

- Alex.
- Go for it.

What? What? Let me guess.

It reminds you of
growing up in your house

when you were a kid, right?

I've never said that.

Okay, fine, you haven't used
those exact words, but y...

But maybe, maybe I
am saying it now.

My mom's been so
unhappy my whole life.

Torment is the word.

So afraid of being wrong,

people judging her, leaving her.

And so angry about being afraid.

And it's hopeless.

She'll never get help now.

Because feeling better now

after all this time,
or even different...

would be like an indictment
of her entire life.

And...

Alex, it would hurt me a lot,

but to help you...

Alex, I would give up...

whatever we are to each other

for you not to be in pain.

We're nothing.

Okay, okay, then
whatever we could be.

Nothing!

We're nothing!

We're nothing.

We're nothing. We are nothing.

Get out.

Get out.

- Okay. Okay, okay.
- Go!

Yeah. This is fine.

And now that I
got my work phone,

I can just call myself an Uber,

don't even have to
carry it all on the bus.

All right. But you have to go

to the one down on Barrington.

You can't go to close Ralph's.

It's not big enough.

And you can't count on it
having everything that you want.

Speaking from
experience, sounds like.

Well, just if you don't get the
good kind of rice cr*cker mix

and the right brand
of tonic water,

she and her pinochle
pals will tear you apart.

All right, let me
double-check your list.

Okay, if this gets too
complicated for you,

I can go tomorrow. Just
if we don't get down

to the court clerk today,

we're gonna have to
wait until after Dawn

gets back from vacation.

Anyone can get us
whatever we want

on Olena Kuzma, but we need
Dawn to help us with Elijah.

We got a mugshot, no rap sheet.

Somebody with actual access,

they're gonna have
to f*cking dig.

And what about Benny's guy?

The one he saw
arguing with Alex?

Biff, Smith, Cliff
from Legal Aid?

There could be a
relationship there.

Something went bad...

Yeah, I... Am I gonna bet

the farm on Benny Diaz's memory

15 years after the fact?
Eh, eh, ah, I don't know.

- If I have time.
- You just don't want to go to Legal Aid.

Does Ruth Gurian
still work there?

Ah...

Holy sh*t, Mike.

Yes, because giant tortoises
live for 300 years. f*ck.

We don't have to relitigate

the history between Legal Aid
and the police department,

all we need is for you to
go ask your good friend Ruth

if she remembers a
tall, white khaki

named Biff Smithcliff
who used to work there.

- Ah.
- And don't worry.

She's not gonna eat all of you.

She'll leave the bones.

Well, all you have to do
is get the sesame sticks,

and try not to get arrested.

Thank you.

Tell Ruth I said hi.

Hey. How's it going?

Quick question...

Don't talk to him, Anthony.

Well, hi, Ruth.

You were hoping I
wouldn't be here, I bet.

Well, I was, but really,
where else would you be?

Oh, you mean because
I have no life?

- Your knives need sharpening, shithead.
- Mm.

And, yeah, they're gonna
have to carry me out of here,

but they ran you out of
here on a rail, right?

Had to jump before
you got pushed?

"Sometimes there's
God so quickly."

Now how it happened, Anthony.

Mike was Robbery-Homicide.

After that, he ran
Investigations Bureau.

We all spent a lot of hours

here mongoosing against your
cobra a*s back in the day.

Why he is not off
with his cronies

goose-stepping in Northern
Idaho now, I do not know.

I just know that
whatever he's asking for

from anyone in this
office he doesn't get.

Ruth, hey, 15 years ago,

there was a guy working
here, Cliff or Smith.

Something like that.

In this office, 2008.
Possibly a Biff.

- The f*ck is a Biff?
- Okay, this has been terrific...

I mean, do you hear yourself?

f*ck off, Baconator.

Thank you for your time.

Lovely.

Good luck, bud.

This like a "one day at
a time" kind of thing?

Well, they just call me
in when they need me.

That's not a bad
gig. All right, man.

- Good to see you.
- All right, you too.

Take care.

What's this now?

What? I can't ask
how it's going?

Oh, sure, you can.

But since your BFF was just
here trying to jam me up,

what are the odds you
came by to say f*cking hi

after however many years?

Tell me I'm wrong.

I'm just playing
catch-up here, okay?

Whatever you two are up to,

you better leave me
out of that sh*t.

But I'm not sure how
Dan presented this...

Say anything else, I'm gonna
think you didn't hear me.

Sorry for the misunderstanding.

And you'll have
to do it yourself.

I still stayed up
to watch the end.

Again, I can't say
it doesn't hold up.

Well, I'm not saying that,

I'm saying Hollywood never
gets that these officers

would all be young f*cking guys.

Right? They got to make
it to the end of fields

full of sn*pers, climb, you
know, hundred-foot cliffs,

and that's before you even
engage with the g*dd*mn enemy.

Right? You know, a 45-year-old
guy gets a load of that sh*t,

he got to lie down first.

- Hey.
- Earl.

Thank Christ.

I was starting to worry RHD
was gonna punt on this one.

Here you go, pal.

Where's the body?

I don't know. Started
out as a wellness check,

then they found this,
what you see here.

Super says the tenant's
a lady named Forrest.

That stuff there
I just gave you,

seems like she does something
for the DA's office.

No body, no weapon,
lots of blood.

This potato is hot.

- All right.
- All right.

- Have fun.
- Mm-hmm.

District attorney's office,

human resources.

Hey, Cindy, it's Earl.

Hey, you guys pick a
school yet or what?

While we wait for USC

we're pretending we're
gonna let him go to Florida.

Oof. That's a dangerous
game you're playing.

Hey, can you check if you
guys got someone working there

named, uh, Alexandra Forrest?

Checking.

- Yeah, Victim Services.
- Hmm.

Picture to start?

- Send you a screenshot now.
- My girl.

Fight On To Victory, Cindy Lou.

Hey.

- Your dad serve?
- Marines.

Yeah. Army. Mine was a
lieutenant, he was like 23.

You know, you just got all
these movies with these

Tom Hankses and g*dd*mn
Sizemores playing the captains

and sergeants when in
reality they'd be like,

"What are all these old f*cking
people doing on this bridge?"

That's what I'm saying.

I'm waiting to go to grand
jury still, I can't leave.

I'm gonna come pull you
out. We got to get on this.

No, I'm... How's
that gonna look?

Just stay focused,
we need to lay out

a pretty precise
timeline for the Feds.

Just think about that.

You have someone
specific we can go to?

Schiller. Former New York guy.

About as normal as they
come in the Bureau.

- You think he'll bite?
- Yeah.

One thing those jarheads
love is kid kidnappings.

Just sit tight.
We'll turn the tide.

See you as soon as I'm done.

Hey.

We've, uh...

We have got a situation, okay?

A woman named, uh,
Alexandra Forrest,

she's saying that you
assaulted her last night.

What?

What does that even mean?

Hey, look, first
off, we're good.

Okay? She made the complaint
over the phone to Carmen,

Carmen knows that I know you,

so she gave me a
heads-up and I pulled it.

So, that's where we're starting.

Thank you, Earl.

Yeah, but we still got
to get in front of it.

This ain't the old days where
you could just tear it up

and put it in the
circular file, right?

You got to... You got
to give me something.

Anything solid to
make this go away.

She's a stalker.

If that's what you mean.

Conchita put her on
a couple of my cases.

And then she just became...

I mean, obsessed
is the only word.

She was up here all the time.

She followed me down
into the garage once.

Crazy sh*t like that. I mean...

It got to the point where
I was ducking and covering

all over the building just
to be able to do my job.

Jesus. Y-You make
a report of her?

Just... nutcase insurance?

I thought about it, but...

Ultimately, I didn't, I...

You know what a gossip
mill this building is.

A-And I was hoping that she
would just come to her senses.

You know, I didn't
want to end her career.

But now with this...

Well, no good deed
unpunished, huh?

Yeah. Right?

What a f*cking mess.

Well, uh, the good news is,

uh, her complaint
was pretty specific.

You showed up at her
place last night,

you came in, you assaulted her.

But till last night, where
you really were was...

At home, with my family.

Yeah.

This woman needs help, Earl.

It's... It'd be sad if
it wasn't so terrifying

how delusional she is.

I don't even know
where she lives.

This...

is some messy sh*t.

Yeah, obviously.

But she's lying.

So, just let me know what
else you need from me.

Yeah, I need to...

figure out what to do
about how your prints

are all over her place, you
don't even know where it is.

All over a bathroom sink,

kitchen, bedframe, that
you say you've never seen.

It's a f*cking conundrum.

Or is it?

She is a f*cking psycho, Earl.

You go brace her, I promise
you her story won't hold up.

Just talk to her for ten
minutes and you will understand.

I would if I could,
but she's dead.

What?

Where is the body?

I was hoping you would tell me.

Earl, you don't know
the kind of person

that we're dealing with here.

Okay? Sh...

She broke into my home.

I'm pretty sure that she
had something to do with

my mother-in-law's death,

and she took my f*cking kid,

she kidnapped her
right off the bus.

The Rubidoh case.

I told her about Sylvia
Rubidoh, I told...

I told her that I
couldn't charge the case

because I didn't have the body

and I was worried that the
victim was gonna walking in...

She is f*cking with me.

Do you see that? This
is what she does.

She's f*cking with me.
It's like a game for her.

You're saying this whole
thing's a frame-up?

She's framing you, t-that's
what you're saying?

So I guess you're
not gonna tell me

where you put her at, huh?

Okay.

So here's what's gonna happen.

I'm gonna find her body.

And then I'm gonna put you
under the prison. Okay?

Y-You got nothing to say now?

See, that's not like you.

You always got something to say.

Okay, what is it?

I don't even know how to
say this to you, Marcella.

A woman is missing.

Alexandra Forrest is
missing and Earl Brooker

presumes that she's dead.

And he thinks that I had
something to do with it.

Oh, Jesus, okay.

I know, I know, but
I need you to-to...

call RHD and...

What's his boss's name?
I'm blanking on the name.

- Hailey.
- Yes. Hailey.

So, I need you to call Hailey.

This is a flex. Earl
is f*cking with me.

And you, because you're my boss.

He's so obsessed with
all the power moves

that everybody else is making,

he's trying to make
a power move on us.

Okay, well, let me just, uh...

catch up with you here, um...

Okay. Alexandra Forrest.

I'm only asking so I know.

Is the Alex Forrest
who vouched for you

when Jeanette Ruiz
was looking into...

Okay.

Is there any more
context to all that?

Something I should know?

No.

Well, just in light of
what you're saying now,

because this...

It's a very long limb I'm
about to go out on for you.

I know. I know.

You also know that
I am your friend,

who's gonna do
everything I can for you.

Which is a lot.

Okay?

All right, LAPD.
It's its own thing.

So I'm gonna need as much
information as I can get, right?

Because if they know
more than I do going in,

I'll be f*cked.

So, I just want to ask
those questions that

I already have the answers to.

So, Dan, please...

Okay?

Did you?

Were you...

involved with her, at all?

With Alex Forrest.

Oh, my God.

What's the matter?

How could you do this to me?

How could you think that
I'm involved in this?

Don't forget to
keep your housekeys.

They're gonna need your cell.

You're not going back
into your office.

You're going to
need to get somebody

to pick up your stuff for you.

But not today.

What does that even
mean? Missing from where?

Can't talk about this
on the phone, okay?

Not even on my personal phone.

- This is not a good
idea. Where are you now?

Downtown. They took
my f*cking car.

Okay, tell me where you
are. I'll come get you.

Going to Beatrice Alba's.

Her office is walking distance.

Who's that?

Criminal defense attorney.

Should've called her right away.

- Dan?
- Yeah?

Text me the address and
I'll meet you there.

Okay.

I am so sorry you
had to wait, Dan.

My God, can some people
not tell a story, right?

Jesus. Are you okay?

What's going on?

I'm f*cked, Bea.

I don't even know
where to start,

but I'm gonna need the best.

R-Representation? You are?

Uh, okay.

Tell me. No bullshit. Go.

A woman that I work
with has gone missing.

Her name is Alexandra Forrest.

We worked on a couple
of cases together,

she was in Victim Services,

she became fixated on me,

I asked her to back off,
then I told her to back off,

she couldn't do it,
there's some... some...

mental health issues there.

And now she's missing and
they think I'm the guy...

- Oh, Dan, good Lord.
- I-I know.

I told you, I'm f*cked
here. But, look,

she is way out there.

All right? S-She's
completely delusional.

You won't even have to try

- to make her look unreliable.
- No, I know.

- I know.
- But I'm gonna need the best with me here, please.

Don't say anything else. Okay?

This is not for me.

Beatrice, this is
perfect for you.

- Please.
- No.

We have a history together.

No, I mean I don't want it.

I know, I used to take
these kinds of cases

and I did it so that someday
I wouldn't have to do it.

And then someday came.

I don't need to go after the
victims anymore, so I don't.

This is...

serious sh*t you're in, Dan.

You need to put a k*ller
on the road right now.

You need someone that
will trash the victims.

And likes it.

You want names?

Hey. Is chagaccino the
thing that you said

was mushroom coffee?

Yeah, that I hate but
you would probably like?

Oh, sh*t, a-are you okay?

He ended it.

Out of nowhere.

Said that...

he had been worried for a while,

that we were taking
too many risks,

that the way he felt
was making him forget

that what we were
doing was dangerous.

Out of nowhere. Just... boom.

I'm really sorry.

Yeah, me too.

She was my advocate.

Years ago, I had drug case.

Before my children.

Okay, but just through
the courts then, right?

Well, so how...? Why
would your fingerprints

be in her apartment?

I had drug case, but
also there was Artem.

My boyfriend was Artem.

He had a delivery service.

He would get calls for
pills, or I would drive over

what the people wanted.

He was jealous, very
angry always, Artem.

Put me in hospital once.

- I had to have operation.
- Ooh.

She wanted me to get away. Alex.

If I wanted, she told
me she would help.

And did you? I mean, did she?

She had said she could
get emergency placement,

but she called and all
of them are telling her

to check back, check back.

Busy weekend, hot weather.

I'm waiting in a diner
while she's trying,

but there's nothing, so she
just took me home, to her home.

And did you end up staying
with her? For how long?

She had to go to
work next morning,

but she's still calling
the places for me.

I said, "I'll go to
my cousin's to wait,"

- but I went back to Artem.
- Mm.

But it wasn't her fault.

Was she angry?

For not being able to help when
she promised me she would? Yes.

Angry at me for going
back? No. Never.

Or not that she showed.

- She was always kind with me.

But so that's how
the fingerprint...

- Sorry.

I've just got to see
what they're doing

- to each other this time.
- Okay.

Ugh!

Oh, you know, the people
that say you're slow

and inefficient don't
know you like I do, Dawn.

Wait, who says that?

g*dd*mn you, Mikey!

You ready for what I found
you on Elijah Acosta,

or are you ready?

Ready as a porcupine for winter.

Also, before I forget,
you heard Judge Mills

is retiring?

Rackets tomorrow at 3:00.

Believe it or not, there's
gonna be people there

- who would love to see you.
- Of course there are.

But the question is why?

Meatball, Italian, grilled
cheese, patty melt,

tortas, panini,
anything, classy PB&J.

I know what
sandwiches are, Mike.

Eat in, take out,
12 hours a day,

seven days a week.

One night somebody beats
him to death in there.

Right?

Elijah is the son.
They iris in on him

pretty quick, they charge
him, case goes to grand jury.

Grand jury returns no true bill.

- Wow.
- Yeah.

f*ck' moonwalks out.

Probably thinks, from
a technical standpoint,

it's like the whole
thing never happened.

f*ck, I've put a lot of people
in a lot of prison... for this?

I'm having... What
do you call it?

Like a cognitive dissonance.

Yeah. It was the law,

and then all of a
sudden it just wasn't.

- Yeah.
- Right? That's f*cked up.

Hi, buddies. Do we
need recommendations?

Actually, we were hoping
to talk to Elijah.

Well, that's him over there.

How you fellas doing?

Uh, I wanted to talk to
you about Alex Forrest.

Oh, never heard of it.
Are you guys growers or...

Your fingerprints were found
in Alex Forrest's apartment.

Oh, it's a person.
Okay, who's that?

Wait, what do you...

What do you mean
my fingerprints?

Why do you have my fingerprints?

They said when the
case got thrown out,

my prints would be
erased from the system.

I don't know who "they"
are, but that doesn't just

happen automatically.

You have to file a petition

to have your print
card destroyed.

Are you sh1tting me?

- No.
- The cops decided I was their guy

just based on me existing
and them being lazy f*ck.

Okay, and so having no
case, not even being able

to get me indicted,
but here you guys are

asking me do I know someone?

And my fingerprints,

you think that's
f*cking right, dude?

I... that doesn't really
have anything to do with us.

Oh, it's got something
to do with you.

All we know is that your
prints were in her apartment,

whether you remember her or not.

Okay, it's a her?

When the f*ck are
we talking about?

2008.

f*cking unbelievable.
Uh, where'd she live?

- She live downtown?
- She did.

Yeah, did she eat
food, you think?

Okay, so maybe she ordered
food that I delivered.

Like a chump on a beach cruiser
with a basket on the front,

'cause my dad said he
didn't want to waste money

on a bike with actual gears

when we already had this one my
f*cking grandma wasn't using.

Yeah, I never want to forget

those good times.
Thanks, guys.

What, you said I had
to file a petition?

A petition, yeah, of
factual innocence.

If it's granted, then they
destroy your arrest record

and your print card.

Great.

Hmm.

So these two names
are the flower strain

- and the hash strain?
- Exactly.

So in these, the flower
would be Lotus Diesel,

and the hash strain
is Wet-a*s persimmon.

Do I want that?

What's a tincture?

Ooh.

What's this?

It's pizza. What do you
mean, "What's this?"

Is there ketchup?

No, because life's an as*h*le.

Oh, uh...

Oh, hi.

Plenty of alternate
goos in here.

Okay, ketchup-adjacent goos.

Well,

one of these has to work.

He was great today.

- Who, the Weed Baron?
- Yeah.

In what sense?

Well, in the for-purpose sense.

He's emotional, quick to anger,

a suspect in another
violent death.

I like him.

'Cause you can see it in him.

The potential. What
he did to his dad.

How angry he still is
this many years later.

That's what I'm in this for.

- You know?

Cause a new trial, judge
says you didn't do it.

That still leaves
the person who did.

The person I kind of burned
my life down believing in.

And until I find
him, I'm not done.

I can't even think about

somebody else getting
caught, convicted...

It feels so far away.

Denormalizing. Denorm...

- Demormalizing.

Demormonizing.

: Can't say demoralizing.

Well, don't worry about it,

but just know that for me...

it is the endgame.

Wait, what'd you do with
Mom's... pinochle snacks?

Pinochle snacks...

So he actually stopped
seeing her at all,

even as an analyst, because
he didn't want to hurt

his wife and daughters,

until he realized that
his attraction to her

was coming from his unconscious.

And if he didn't act on it,

if he didn't explore
his erotic potential,

he would actually be
damaging his daughters

by making them witness
to his unlived life,

and therefore
ruining their Eros.

Okay, so his daughters
needed him to f*ck around

on their mom with
this Toni Wolff woman,

or they would never feel whole.

He did it for them.

- Or...
- I got it.

Or, if he didn't,

then they would grow
up watching him fight

the drive of his
spirit to connect.

And then they would learn
to fight that drive, too,

and then they would
never truly be happy

or live completely in the world.

I mean, I don't think that,

but I think that
that's what he meant.

Do you think your father
k*lled Alex Forrest?

- What?
- I'm-I'm sorry.

I'm not trying to
make things weird,

I just fell down a f*cking
Google hole the other night.

No, he didn't.

You sound really sure.

You probably know what his
alibi was then, I guess.

Just the... the threads online

and the excerpts of the
trial transcripts said

that he didn't have any.

He did. He was at home with us.

All right, just seems
like if you're being

tried for m*rder, you'd
want to bring that up.

I gotta pee.

What are they gonna
find on your phone, Dan?

Nothing. Nothing.

I wiped it the second he
walked out of the office.

I didn't think it was gonna be
Marcella who was coming for it,

but I knew somebody would.

Okay, just don't talk to
anybody about anything.

That's the rule.

But if you got to talk to
somebody about something,

- why the f*ck would it be Earl?
- I know, I know.

And you didn't just talk
to him, you lied to him.

He smells blood in the
water now, g*dd*mn it.

What does he think he has on me?

I don't know. I went
down to Robbery-Homicide,

and I talked to Hailey.

Aw, Christ, Captain
Headline himself.

And according to him,
what Earl's got is

everybody's blessing
down there to go at you

as hard as he f*cking can.

Even if they had
enough to arrest me,

there's no way that Marcella's
authorizing a charge, right?

It's an election year coming.

Her slogan is "equal
justice under the law."

It's hard to beat taking down
your own Chief of Major Crimes

to prove you're
serious about that.

- This is a joke.

Right? This is a joke. Alex
is playing a joke on me

because she knows exactly
how to f*ck with me.

I don't believe
she's actually dead.

- I can't.
- I know.

Why don't you say
it ten more times?

Maybe I'll go for it then.

f*ck.

He betrayed you
and humiliated you,

and now-now... now he makes
you his g*dd*mn bagman.

Okay, enough with the
moral outrage, Dad, okay?

These kinds of things can
cost upwards of $500,000,

- retainer and fees.

And things are gonna
start to move quickly.

We don't have time.

Did you k*ll that woman?

Oh, my God, of course
he didn't. Dad!

Even if I had that
kind of liquidity,

even if I could, I wouldn't.

Do you think if I had any
other choice, I'd be asking...

That money was for you
and Ellen. Not for...

begging you... What-what do
you think Mom would want?

- If it was for me and
Ellen... Mom? Mom would want me

- to protect you... then
give it to me, I need it.

- We need it. Because
someone should!

It's just too much
for him to react to

on top of everything.

He just, he needs
to sit with it.

He'll come around.
He loves you.

More than he hates Dan?

More than anything.

But you probably don't
have the time to wait.

And if you push him right now,

- he's just gonna dig in.
- Nope.

- But that's okay.
- Yeah.

Because we're gonna do it.

- What?
- You're gonna do what?

Pay for it.

The lawyer, the
retainer, whatever else.

Alan's gonna call
you. Our accountant.

- What are you talking
about? We don't have kids.

It's done.
- You can't take it with you.

This is happening.

He's sad he won't
be able to afford

the solid gold
house and rocket car

he was planning to
get after I'm gone,

- but he'll get over it.
- Yeah.

And everyone will have
a rocket car eventually.

- I just gotta be patient.

Listen, I don't
want you to do this.

We're gonna, though,
with pleasure.

I mean, not with pleasure,
but... you know what I mean.

I've just been so worried

that you aren't gonna know

how much I loved you.

Deputy District Attorney.

Not too much trouble
finding us, I hope.

You better tell me you
got a lawyer coming,

'cause I'm not getting
this tossed over some

"you technically
weren't represented

at the time" bullshit.

I'm Beth Gallagher.
I'm his wife.

Pleasure, Mrs. Gallagher.

Wish the circumstances
were different.

Okay, let's go, Detective.

Or were you offering
drink service first?

That's cute.

- No, we're actually ready.
- Excuse me.

I want a Polaroid of
all the fillers in place

before I decide my
client's position.

I want rap sheets on all
the fillers who have them,

and personnel records
of all the fillers

who are off-duty cops.

Do you have those things
to which I'm entitled

prepared to give me?

Then you're not actually ready.

Wow, you really must
be sh1tting yourself

to hire this mutt, huh?

Don't ever directly address the
mutt's client again, please.

I'm gonna go give
him some acid reflux.

Clay Bishop, it turns
out, not Cliff Biffsmiths.

Ruth wouldn't tell
me he existed,

but she told him I was asking.

Do you still work
in Legal Aid, or...?

At the foundation now, but yeah.

Huh. So we must have crossed
paths back in the day.

We did.

So, uh, we've heard
from a reliable source

that you were in a
relationship with Alex Forrest

at some point in the
year before her death.

For a few months, yeah.

What happened?

I f*cked it up.

In what sense?

There are...

weremental health
issues in my family.

Being around Alex, I
could see so many things

in her that were
familiar from growing up.

But you've got to be
careful when you try to

go there with someone
who thinks no one knows

they're not okay, and I wasn't.

I went about it the wrong way.

I never got another chance.

Did you ever think
about coming forward?

That was my defense...
Her mental state.

No, yeah, I know. I was there.

I went to court every day.

I heard all about how you were
so appropriately polite to Alex

that she lost her mind.

Heard you describe
someone unstable

and scared and lost as evil.

Mr. I'm The Victim's Voice.
"I speak for the victims."

Prosecutor's toolbox, right?

Evil's elemental. It means
no one has to feel guilty.

Not even you, after you gave
her death for needing help.

But they still hated you more.

At least there was that.

Finally a jury saw the real you.

Okay, okay.

He made some cutting
remarks that maybe now

you're internalizing.

But it doesn't mean
he didn't k*ll her.

Hey, let's go to
Andolini's later, okay?

- No, I...
- Judge Mills' retirement racket.

Drink your feelings,
like an Irishman should.

Come on.

All right, I'll take
you back to work.

You drive my car there,
you can drive it home.

I'll take an Uber.

Since I'm gonna engulf
so much free vodka

at this f*ck' thing
they're gonna make me

the president of
Poland. Come on.

No one said you were coming.

Oh, f*ck, I live to disappoint.

- Hey, Mikey.
- Oh, sh*t.

Urbanek, you
rockin' a beard now?

What a horrible
day to have eyes.

sh*t, Mikey, I don't
see you for years,

now I can't get rid of you.

- Following you like a bad smell.
- Mm-hmm.

Hey, you see Gonzales is here?

- Oh, no sh*t?
- Yeah.

- "Vigil" Gonzales?
- Yeah.

- That's what it was.
- No sh... Yeah.

Now, why did we
call him that again?

- Was it the serial case in Newton?
- Yeah.

'Cause Gonzales goes, "Hey, we
can't call it 'Operation Vigil'

"because 'Vigil' and
'Villain' both start

- with a V."

And f*cking Evrard goes,

"Hey, yeah, but your
first name is 'Hector, '

"and Hector starts
with an H, and so does

'h*, my God, would you
shut the f*ck up?'"

- That's right, that's right, that's right.
- f*ck'...

- Yeah.

- Hey, you remember a case a while back?
- Hmm.

Guy got m*rder*d, had a
sandwich place downtown,

case never make it
out of grand jury?

Yeah.

Ackroyd... No. Acosta.

Yeah.

Son pureed him with
a 60-inch pipe wrench

and then walked off
into the sunset.

Tell you what. He better
hope that the guys

that worked that case don't get
some kind of terminal disease

'cause he's gonna be their
last stop before they kick it.

- That psycho shitstain.

Unbelievable.

- That is unbelievable.
- Mm.

Also, psycho
shitstain's prints being

in Alex Forrest's
apartment is unbelievable.

Except for how they were.

I mean,

I'm sorry your friend
has the Internet,

and-and that she blindsided you.

Drunk people do kind
of like to do that.

I mean, she's right,
though, about the alibi.

About his not having
one being weird.

He did have one.

Right, but nobody
testifying to it

- was like saying that he didn't.
- Right.

And the person testifying
to it would have been me,

and that would have opened me up

to being asked if
he'd had an affair.

Your father gave up his alibi

so I wouldn't be
charged with perjury.

I know.

I know you know.
Did you tell her?

Or are you saying you
agree with her a little?

How would I agree
with her a little?

Think Dad k*lled Alex
Forrest, but just part of her?

Just k*lled her partially?

Well, it's pretty shitty
that she did that, I think.

That she said those things,
tried to pick a fight with you.

Maybe a good question
to ask would be

what's up with your friend?

I don't think so, but
I have played hearts.

I was pretty good at hearts.

Well, pinochle and hearts
are both trick-taking games.

Well, maybe I'll
sit in next time.

You're not invited.

How's your thing going? Good?

Yeah. We're making progress.

Ah, that's nice.

I won't ask why
you're bothering.

What's that old saw...
Socrates, or someone?

"The clouds change,
but people don't"?

I've always found
that to be true.

Uh, about their minds, at least.

People don't change their minds.

Maybe that's Joni Mitchell.

Hey, next time, don't
forget the sesame sticks.

Fannie Sykes gave me
a big ration of sh*t.

I-I didn't. I-I
didn't forget them.

- I bought them.
- Then where were they?

- - How you like me
at your f*cking house,

- m*therf*cker?! Huh?

- You like it?

I come to your house now.

Maybe I'm gonna talk
to your wife now,

dogshit m*therf*cker.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, stop

whatever the f*ck
you're doing right now.

Stop it. Go faster
than that, you as*h*le.

Get down on the ground.

Get down on the f*cking
ground away from him

before I get mad. Or madder.

Jesus Christ.

Dan, go through his pockets.

See if he's got any ID or
something, okay? You okay?

- Oh, yeah, great.
- Good.

- Never better.
- Whew. In retrospect,

I got to say, that fifth
round... That was a bad idea.

- Hey, as*h*le, kiss the dirt.

"Artem Fedorko."

Fe... Well, that's a
silly name. Artem? The...

Wait. Artem, as in,

Olena Kuzma has a piece of
sh*t boyfriend named Artem?

You were talking
about Olena's house.

I was just in there.

- Oh, she married this as*h*le.

- How depressing is that?
- Mikey?

- Hey, Ma.
- You want me to call 911?

No, don't call 911.

- It's okay.

Ma, on second thought, call 911.

Tell them it's Code 3, tell them
I'm retired, I'm off the job.

And then, just don't ask 'em
if they like working there

or what they had for lunch.
Just hang up the phone, okay?

- Ma, thanks.

- How are you, Danny?

- Okay, good.

That's one of us.

I heard all about how you were
so appropriately polite to Alex

that she lost her mind.

Heard you describe someone
unstable and scared and lost

as evil. Mr. "I'm
The Victim's Voice."

Something about 106

that was important in
terms of point of view

is two people in Alex's orbit

who were there before she
ever crossed paths with Dan,

who saw that she was struggling,

because Alex's disorder is
this terrible combination

of desperate fear of abandonment

and inability to have stable
relationships with anyone.

As much as she wants
these things for herself,

or she thinks she wants
these things for herself,

this, like, stable,
conventional relationship,

the emotional stakes are
very, very high for Alex.

Alex, I would give up whatever

we are to each other for
you not to be in pain.

We're nothing.

She ruins her
relationship with Clay,

who wanted to help her.

Get out, go! CLAY: Okay.

That makes her
immediately devalue him

because he's found
her vulnerability.

Oh, hi! I'm Emma. I live here.

And also to a different
degree, her neighbor.

Here is a wonderful
maternal person,

but Alex is damaged when it
comes to maternal figures.

I'm really sorry I wasn't here

if you needed me. I
don't care what you are.

As soon as Emma
isn't there for her,

she rejects her.

Because how dare
Emma go out of town

to see her own
pregnant daughter?

Alex is making her
a mother surrogate,

and then the first time
that Alex needs her

and she's not there,
"Now, you're dead to me."

Do you think your father
k*lled Alex Forrest?

A huge theme

with the show in general,

and just with the character
of Ellen, is trauma

and abandonment wounds
and how that would affect

somebody who would
rather not share

and would rather stuff it down,
and sort of from there on,

you could see how that would go into how
you would sort of exist in the world.

I think Ellen was
always very smart

and very able to
keep her own secrets.

And so, I think that
her mental health

has been sort of
percolating in isolation

because she doesn't
trust anyone.

Because she's been told
she can't trust anyone.

And so, I think she grew
up as a quiet and internal

and not demonstrative kid

with very few friends by choice.

And if anything, I think
Dan being back in her life

gives her permission

to explore it in a deeper sense.

And that's making
her think thoughts

that she hasn't had
to deal with before.

It's all kind of able to come up,
and we're just sort of getting to see

a little window into it.

Hey.

We've, uh...

We have got a situation.

Earl loves his job.

Earl is always investigating,
and you do not know

if you're getting
set up by him or not.

He's the kind of guy that,

you know, will make
you feel comfortable

in a room until you start
telling on yourself,

and that was the case with Dan.

And in terms of Dan and
Earl's relationship,

Earl doesn't really
like him because,

you know, when
you're a detective,

you're out in the streets.
You're on the field.

And then in order to
get your case tried,

you gotta go to the suit.

And they've never been
out in these streets.

They're privileged.
They're entitled.

I think there's a bit
of resentment there.

And once he finds out
that that there's a moment

where he can kind of get him,

then it's like a
shark in the water.

Yeah, I need to
figure out what to do

about how your prints are all over a
place you don't even know where it is.

But because he is a narcissist,

and because he's always
been so good in this realm,

Dan believes in his own
powers to charm and evade.

And for the people who were
close to Dan, it's shocking.

He has presented himself as
a decent and noble person,

and then, the moment
that he's tested,

he goes to the lowest
possible tactics.

It's a sequence
of impacts for Dan

as he realizes that the
people closest to him

did not hold him in the regard
that he thought that they did.

There really is a residual of,

"I am a golden god."

"I'm the king of
the courthouse."

He's learning some
things about himself

in the course of this story.

What he's like
when he gets denied

things that he wants.
What it's like to fail.

He assumed everyone loves him.

It turns out maybe they don't.

That is kind of dovetailing
with what we're trying to say

about people who have
been born with advantages.

Not being appointed a judge is the
first time that he didn't get something

that he assumed
he was gonna get,

and he literally doesn't
know how to deal with it.

He blows his whole life up

as a result of
catching feelings.