Previously on Fatal Attraction...
(moans)
Quincy. Ah!
DAN (laughs): Oh, my... Oh, no.
- Are you okay? - Oh, I've lost an earring.
I always have time for my friends.
What I don't have time for, though,
is criminals.
In fact, I have a professional obligation
to report criminals.
I mean, obviously, I work in the criminal courts.
Why is there an invoice from the cleaning service on the counter?
I came home from work really late
and he had torn the place up.
- (line rings) - BETH: Hello?
- Hey, baby. - Uh-oh.
They got a situation
up at Men's Central Jail, so now they all need
to be interviewed right away.
(Alex moans)
Can I take these socks?
To each according to his needs.
The walk of shame closet is a Marxist utopia.
What, so you're admitting you're doing the walk of shame?
You honestly think I could pull it off? Living like you?
(Southern accent): Tot Mom Casey Anthony
with her hair in a ponytail
like some demonic cheerleader from hell
- expects us to believe... - Oh, my God. Wow.
She makes it all seem so simple.
BETH: Um, this is Alex...
- Forrest. - Alex Forest.
- My husband Dan. - No, I know him already.
It's starting to make me feel like
maybe I misunderstood something,
except I really don't think
that I did.
(Dan coughs)
ALEX: And I'm not going to be ignored,
Dan.
ANGELA: You were what, eight?
Did you even know what an affair was?
No.
That was too much information for you so young.
What did you make of it?
I mean, I didn't.
You know, like you said, it was just...
it seemed bad.
And my mom was different
- after it. - Different how?
I don't know.
I think she was probably scared.
I know I was.
I was thinking about asking her now.
Asking her about what?
We've just never
talked about it before.
Ever.
I mean, it's not like...
like, it's not like it's, like, a secret,
but just like what that was like for her.
You know?
'Cause maybe she really wants
to talk about it, for us to talk about it.
But also maybe she really doesn't.
I'm gonna relieve you
of the job of taking care of your mom here.
It's been a long time, and she's a big girl.
But she's been a good mother.
Loving, supportive. Right? Would you say?
So,
maybe with everything else happening recently,
now you're just feeling this needs to be
out there between you, finally,
in some form.
Yeah.
Yeah, I just don't know where to start.
Well, I don't want to give you a script.
Unless you want one.
(sighs)
You could start like,
"So much has been coming up for me lately,
"coming back to me.
"Memories, emotions.
"I feel like I'm rethinking everything,
"and because I love you,
"I want to tell you about the things
I've been carrying that I didn't ask to know."
(sighs)
ELLEN: I'm excited to move.
BETH: Me, too. I love our new house.
ELLEN: Well, I'm excited for the pool.
BETH: You have mentioned that.
ELLEN: I'm not excited about having to pack
all the rest of my stuff and then unpack my stuff,
but I love my new room,
and Quincy's going to love the backyard.
Does it smell weird in here to you?
Smells nice,
like lemon flowers.
Yeah, that's what I mean. We've been gone for four days.
It should smell like Quincy.
Maybe Daddy had the cleaning service come.
They're scheduled to come the day after we move.
Maybe he cleaned it himself.
Uh, no.
Smells so good in here, it's making us smell so much worse.
Go shower, he's going to be home any minute.
Okay.
BETH: Don't try to be cute.
You know you ate my Patriots blanket,
and I'm still angry at you.
What...
Is this your new thing now?
You're eating things that aren't food?
Hope nobody posted flyers saying they lost an earring.
Come on. (kisses)
They're withholding approvals,
not allowing access to work areas.
Remember when we excavated their patio
and there was another patio underneath?
And Bruce thought we should pay for it
because we should have known it was there. I do.
I do remember that.
Fuck it. I'm ordering honey walnut shrimp
because I can't work all night
on steamed chicken and vegetables.
Okay, so I had Lena print out clean copies
so that we can triage
- on a blank slate. - (phone rings)
Oh. Julia?
Hey.
Well, just tell her Gretchen
always flushes out your PICC line.
Look it, this is well within the duties of a chemo nurse.
Baby, just-just put her on the phone, please.
(phone vibrates)
- Hello? - DAN: Hey, baby.
- Uh-oh. - Yeah, there's been an incident
down in Men's Central Jail.
- No. - Frank's supposed to be on call,
but they can't reach him and he's not picking up,
so I got to go.
Fucking Frank.
Hey, Bethy, you want a salad?
Arthur and I are going to have to work through
all this shit over the phone,
and we need an actual dinner plan.
Your mother made a thing.
- Locking it up. - Put the oven on 400.
- Cheers. - Mm-hmm.
WARREN: Mm-hmm.
SOPHIE: "In love, the faithful must pay with the blood of their hearts.
"Otherwise their love is not worth a grain of rye.
"So you are leading me,
"revealing the true faith of love,
"even if your faith shall remain hidden from me forever.
"Let my love for you be the guardian of my secrets.
"Let the grief which this love brings me
be my soul's caress."
Wow, she's got it bad.
It's not a "her."
SOPHIE: No, it's a Romeo,
not the Juliet.
I beg your pardon.
Although this is a thousand years older than that,
so actually, Romeo was the Majnun
of Elizabethan drama.
ELLEN: Layla's parents wouldn't let Majnun
marry her, and so he went out to the desert
and went crazy.
- SOPHIE: Hmm. - Mmm.
What would you have done if your parents
hadn't let you marry Grandpa?
Are you kidding?
Grandpa was a naval lieutenant going to Wharton.
My parents made me marry Grandpa.
So did they end up together or not?
Well, the man that Layla's parents made her marry dies,
and so then she goes out to the desert
to tell Majnun they can finally be together,
and he says no.
SOPHIE: Yeah, because he had embroidered on her
so much in his mind all those years alone,
so the actual her just couldn't live up.
You know, it's an allegory, but for what,
I don't know.
I just like the part where he lives in the cave
with all the animals.
- SOPHIE: Yeah. Mm-hmm. - That is the dream.
- (Sophie laughs) - I'm gonna check on dinner.
"Not only have I lost you, I no longer know myself.
I keep turning upon myself and asking, what is your name?"
"Are you in love?
"With whom?
Or are you loved? By whom?"
- Hey. - (Ellen cheers)
You did it.
Hey!
SOPHIE: "Do I still know where I live?
Do I still taste what I eat?"
"The fire burns within me.
"The fire beyond measure,
which has turned my being to ashes."
- It's that one. - This one?
No, baby. Aw. No, no. No!
Baby? Oh. Babe?
- Welcome to your new home. - Babe?
SOPHIE: "I'm lost in my own wilderness."
"Do not try to bring me back to the world of humans.
I'm a stranger to them."
Hello, hello,
you darling girl. Oh, my God.
How-how are you this big? How are you this big?
SOPHIE: "I am drawn to death.
Death is within me."
The suitcase that sat on the landing for three weeks after
they got home from vacation
because neither of them would bring it upstairs.
That pool cover is our suitcase.
And I even tried to do a Debra
and make it into a competition.
Which didn't work 'cause we don't actually
live in Everybody Loves Raymond.
JULIA: Wait, isn't it just
like a button you have to press?
It's not like you have to break rocks in the hot sun.
DAN: No, it's not a button you have to push.
You got to hold that fucking thing down for, like, a minute.
Who has the time to stand around for a minute?
Well, not you. Have you met you?
You've got important shit to do.
You two like to poke the bear.
BETH: Or you could just go out there
and do it right fucking now.
It's still open right now?
No. (laughs)
I thought this was just like
- an ongoing bone of contention. - BETH: No, no.
- Danny... - I was just about to do it.
I was, I promise, I really was.
But then they arrived, and we had guests,
- I didn't want to be rude. - JULIA: Oh, my God.
- ARTHUR: That makes perfect sense. - Okay, I'm going to do it.
- No, no, no. - Somebody tell me how to do it.
- No, you're not. I made cake. - Sit back down.
You're going to eat cake.
The cake? The... With the cream?
Yeah, it's in the fridge,
so sit your ass down.
- Your favorite. - Yes, ma'am.
Oh, did they ever find that woman?
The one you thought was dead?
I still think she's dead, but no.
What's this now?
Sylvie Rubidoh.
- (phone chiming) - Her kids report her missing,
husband says that he's at work,
but we know he's lying
'cause he gamed the login system and snuck out.
ARTHUR: So where does he say
he thinks she is now?
Well, he says she ran off with a boyfriend, but...
- ARTHUR: Ah. - JULIA: Have you arrested him?
Or can you arrest someone
for murder if you don't have the body?
DAN: Yeah, you can, but we usually don't.
(phone vibrates)
(sighs)
Aren't they just going to keep calling?
Yeah. Yeah, they will, until they give up and pass it off
to Frank, who needs to redeem himself
after that whole county jail thing
that he foisted on me.
Am I right?
When you're right, you're right.
Yeah, get it.
- DAN: It's awful, right? - ARTHUR: Good, right?
Thank you.
- MAUREEN: Good morning. - Oh.
12th floor called.
What about?
Just said come as soon as you get in.
- Thanks-- oh. - Oh.
MARCELLA: Dan. Good.
Listen, we've got a kind of a turf dispute,
and I need you to weigh in.
Assaults where victims were targeted
for being females over 70 are obviously crimes against women.
I don't understand what we're even doing right now.
DAN: So just to catch up,
Jorge caught a case, and Earl's here
'cause he brought it to Jorge?
Also because people assume I got no other shit to do but be here.
Earl's been working it for six months,
- and it's definitely a pattern. - Against women.
A pattern against women.
Patterns are historically Major Crimes Bureau.
Because historically the Crimes against Women Bureau
didn't exist, Marcella, which is why
you set it up. For this specific reason.
Not to conform to history.
And you guys have been doing amazing work,
which I've supported right from the very beginning.
Literally was like this when I got here.
I mean, why someone would make something
that's supposed to be a globe in two pieces, I don't know.
It's a fucking ball.
How many victims do we have?
11.
11 is a major case. We have the resources. We'll handle it.
You have the resources because you get the cases.
I hear you, but Jorge and Earl have an amazing shorthand.
As we get into the investigation,
we're bound to turn up more victims,
and then once it goes to trial,
I'll take the lead.
Well, since it came through
Major Crimes, let's keep it there.
I want updates.
Thanks.
Well, it's fun watching you guys match piss.
I mean, not compared to something actually fun.
Don't worry, nobody was under the impression
that you were having fun.
That's pretty disrespectful to the boss,
who is my direct boss
and your boss, too.
You think I don't know who the boss is and who it isn't?
No, actually, sometimes I think you don't.
Well, we all can't be political animals like you, Danny.
I mean, but it's okay, though,
'cause somebody's got to be the audience, right?
BETH: Hi, welcome.
- I'm Beth Gallagher. - WOMAN: Hi.
I'm the owner, as in "For sale by owner."
Thank you.
I'm right here if you have any questions.
Mm-hmm.
So I actually did the remodel myself through my company.
- (door opens) - Um, hi, I'm Beth. I'm the owner.
- Uh, the sign-in is in the kitchen. - Okay.
I'll be with you in a second. Thank you. Sorry.
- Oh, hey. I'm the owner. - Mm-hmm.
Uh, if you have any questions about the house, come find me.
Otherwise, have fun looking around.
Oh, hey, I'm Beth.
I'm the owner. I did the remodel myself,
so if you have any questions...
I'll find you.
Great. Oh, here, let me get that for you.
Thank you.
It's lovely through here.
It's so cute.
It's nice.
I'm sure you've been hearing this all day,
but this place is amazing, Beth.
Why would you ever want to leave it?
I have that exact thought once a day.
I'm like, "You're making a terrible mistake.
"Think of all the memories you have at this place.
You're out of your mind."
But I think any big move in life is like that, right?
Right?
Right.
Yeah, giant, life-changing leaps
always seem like a-a great idea
until you actually have to take one.
Exactly.
What about you?
What, I don't know, life-changing leap
would this maybe be for...
Sorry, what's your name?
Sorry, I should have asked you already.
Alex Forrest. My first house.
Wow.
Oh, I love that. And I love this for you.
Me, too.
All the best things that happened
in my adult life happened here.
I got married,
started a business with my best friend,
I had a kid.
She had all her first milestones here.
It's truly been magical. No fooling.
But you're headed somewhere even better next, I assume.
Not better, just different.
Oh, then the best is yet to come.
(door opens)
Or just keep telling yourself that.
- (laughs) - (door closes)
Hey.
Hi.
This is Alex. I'm so sorry, I forgot your last name.
- Forrest. - Alex Forrest.
My husband Dan.
Dan, this is Alex Forrest.
I know him already.
(chuckles) From, uh,
the criminal courts.
I work in Victim Services.
DAN: That's with Conchita, right?
- ALEX: Right. - BETH: Wow.
Are you kidding? (chuckles)
(phone vibrating)
ALEX: You were right, Beth.
This place, I mean, it's-it's magical.
BETH: We've been very happy here.
ARTHUR: No, she-she had a bad reaction,
that's why they switched her.
No, no, he did. I mean, he warned us about the nausea,
but still.
She's IV, though.
Can they do saline hydration for IV only?
Great. No, no, no. Thank you. Thank you.
Hey. Sorry.
Pironen Plumbing.
Apparently they are independent subcontractors,
so Andy can't tell them anything
about their appearance or their odor.
What's the matter?
What, this isn't enough?
I know what this is, but what's the matter?
Nothing.
Nothing real.
Well, if it's real to you,
it's real.
Put it into words.
Change its nature.
Take its power.
Thought into action.
What's the action?
Saying it out loud.
No?
(sighs) Well, it turns out, um,
Julia's cancer is what they call platinum resistance.
And the doctors don't know
what drug to put her on next,
and whatever they do needs to work.
And here I am, over here,
not knowing anything.
And I can't do anything about anything.
You can fire the plumbers.
Yeah?
But you love to do that.
Okay.
You don't have to appreciate the effort
it's taking for me not to get super fucking salty right now,
but you are going to tell me what the fuck is going on.
One time? Ten times?
More than one.
Okay, so then why is she
throwing acid on your car, if you had to guess?
Mike, I thought I had this handled.
Then the other day, we're having the open house,
and she shows up in my fucking home.
Goddamn it.
(sighs)
I'm sorry, Mike.
You have no idea how sorry I am.
Okay, okay.
But I need to know what to do here.
This is a pretty big fucking play on her part.
Yes, it is, and it's designed to generate
a big response, and my vote is... don't respond at all.
If you tell someone to stop calling you
and they keep calling,
and the 20th time, you pick up
and say, "Would you stop fucking calling me?"
What you've just taught them is that 20 calls is what it takes.
And how many times
have I told you to park where the fucking cameras
can see your car?
Fuck. Honestly, now do you get it?
Goddamn, man.
Morning, humpy.
Hey, don't mind me.
I'm not naked.
Anymore.
Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding.
Ahem.
- Get out of here. - Yeah.
Is this really your old lucky testimony tie,
or does it just look like it?
What, you think you won't get hired
because my tie is out of style?
I don't know, Mike.
(sighs)
I don't know what the fuck I'm doing. I mean...
...who's going to hire a convicted murderer
to be in their paralegal department? Seriously.
You want to know how many job interviews I went on
before my dad called the D.A.'s office for me?
Hmm?
Zero.
I've literally never done this before.
Look, what law firm
is going to turn down the chance
to get the head of Major Crimes Bureau
on a paralegal salary? Hmm?
It's just the kind of greedy, sneaky, advantage-taking shit
that lawyers live for, right? Now, look,
stop psyching yourself out
and go out there and get a job.
You know, your rent may be next to nothing,
but if you don't pay it,
your landlady's going to come down on you with both bunions.
MACKSEY: So, you remember when Jung's wife
saw that house with the beautiful door?
And then he went back and there was no house there.
- Yeah. - Right.
So a little while later, Jung is in Italy
with a colleague named Toni Wolff,
and they were visiting a church,
and inside the baptistry there
they saw these beautiful mosaics,
huge tile scenes on every wall.
- Oh, shit. - Yeah.
So when they get back,
Jung had another close colleague who was going to Italy,
and he told him, "You have to see these amazing mosaics."
That didn't exist.
(chuckles) Right.
So now Jung had had the same experience
as his wife, and plus, his had been shared
because there was another person
that had participated simultaneously,
and still, apparently, it hadn't happened.
So how did he explain it this time?
Well, remember... (clears throat)
Jung considered his wife totally trustworthy,
so he'd believed her even before the same thing happened to him.
So his position was,
when we have an experience
that we can't understand
or that doesn't match conventional reality,
then we can't use that reality to explain it.
Also, it might be relevant that when they were in Italy,
Toni Wolff was Jung's mistress.
I'm s-- It might be relevant?
And which his wife knew and was okay with.
Well, what was Jung's
source of information on that? Was it him?
(laughs)
No.
There are a lot of books out there
that you can read that talk all about it.
I want to read that stuff.
Oh, good. Then maybe you will find
something in them to write about.
'Cause it bears saying out loud,
even by a generous timetable, you are behind.
I know.
You should be outlining by now.
Yeah, I've been distracted.
I've been seeing my father,
and I haven't seen him since I was ten.
Oh, then...
that, uh, that could be difficult
no matter what the reason is.
He was in prison for second degree murder.
Yeah.
But he's paroled.
And he's out now.
Do you...
need an extension?
Um, I think I'm okay.
But thanks.
And thanks for, uh, for all this.
Oh, no, no, no, no.
This, this? This is all...
This is fun for me, really,
being an armchair Jung expert.
Or not even. (chuckles)
(laughs)
He says he's innocent.
And what do you think? Or do you?
I can't use my reality to explain it.
Yeah, El Segundo, uh, Burbank, Simi.
We've opened so many new ones the past two years,
I almost forgot we already had one in Pomona.
Yeah, I've-I've seen the billboards all over town.
Congratulations.
Yeah, thanks.
You know, it didn't take a genius to figure out
that auto accidents were the niche.
The further away people need to live for work
because of real estate prices,
the more they're going to be driving in their car.
The more they're driving in their car,
more accidents they're going to have.
It's just... it's just fucking science, right?
Yeah. It's fantastic, man. Congrats.
Yeah. No, hey, and-and you, too.
Congratulations. Freedom!
Right?
Anyway, uh, I'm glad you reached out.
Yeah. Um...
You know, I didn't want to make any assumptions,
uh...
about anything, really, but...
...you know, I've been making the rounds
at the law firms, and... (clears throat)
...with my...
...baggage, there's not a lot of options out there for me.
So I wanted to reach out to you
because I know that you know that I know the law,
and anything that I don't know, I can learn.
Yeah. No, Danny, I... I remember you.
Do you remember what you said when you found out
I was prosecuting your case?
This is before Marcella took it away from me,
that high-handed bitch.
(sighs)
You know, anything I said back then...
And keep in mind, this came from,
like, six or seven people secondhand,
so I'm talking like, a whole courthouse's worth
of the telephone game here.
But it was basically, "If Frank's in the chair,
"then we're golden, because that dumb shit
couldn't convict John Wilkes Booth."
Even still,
there's part of me that would love to have you
grinding away in the basement for 28 bucks an hour,
but the rest of me,
I wouldn't validate your parking
if you had a fucking car.
Hey.
What are you doing here?
I'm picking you up. You see Frank?
Yep.
- He giving you a job? - Nope.
Yeah, of course he's not. Come on.
It was worth a shot.
No, it really wasn't.
There's just no universe
in which he wasn't just bringing you in
to see the look on your face
when he told you to go fuck yourself.
Tell me how this is better than me taking the bus?
Well, because I brought snacks.
- Oh. - Oh.
Oh, and also,
we got to go by Alex's old apartment building
and talk to the super who remembers them both.
Both who?
Her and that Dr. Paul Halliwell guy,
the pill mill drug dealer?
Lived across the hall from her.
And he remembers them both together?
He saw them together?
Well, we're going to see.
Hey, get that glove compartment, will you?
- Oh. - Oh, shit.
- Goldfish. - Yes.
Do they give you Goldfish on the bus, Dan?
Oh, my God.
No, they do not.
BETH: So we're like, "That's terrible,"
but it also sounds like the contractor
was very inexperienced, and that was
- most of the problem. - Right.
She's nodding,
agrees she should have vetted the company better,
but then she says the second company she hired,
they were very experienced,
and then launches into this whole thing about
how she had all these problems with them.
Okay. Yeah. Run away, run away.
So it was the classic,
if you meet an asshole, they're an asshole.
If you meet assholes all day, you're an asshole.
Mm-hmm. The asshole. Yeah.
She's the asshole.
Anyway, how are you?
Um, you know,
I'm-I'm okay.
Uh, it's just...
So much has been, um,
coming up for me lately?
Like, coming back to me, um...
You know, like, just memories and emotions,
and, uh, I feel like I'm rethinking everything.
And...
I...
just, I... just love you.
So...
I just wanted to...
say that.
I love you, too.
- Aw. - Mwah.
You know how many codefendants were on my case?
How's there anything left to even talk about?
Well, South Bixel Street's an angle,
what you got up to when you lived there.
I don't know, that's...
that was, like, 16 years ago.
It was a long time ago.
Statute of limitations. Long time ago, so...
There's no statute of limitations
on what we're talking about.
Yeah, which is what?
You and Alex Forrest,
and why your fingerprints were found in her apartment.
Uh, well, we were friends.
Were you friends when she was killed?
Fuck...
When you broke your lease and skipped out,
did you ever see her again?
You keep in contact?
Uh, uh...
Why not?
I don't know.
Or I-I-I do, but I don't know...
I don't know...
I-I don't... I...
I don't know how to describe her.
How she was, um,
which she wasn't at first.
She was great at first. She...
She knew so many random, funny things,
had such a smart take on the world.
Were you lovers?
Did she want to be lovers?
Uh, uh, I don't know what she wanted.
Uh, no, that's...
that's not true.
We liked all the same things. Or I thought we did.
And-and then...
And then I-I realized, no, I like things.
And then she liked things because I liked them.
You know, she-she'd, she'd like things
it wouldn't even make sense for her to like.
Uh...
You know, one night I laughed,
and then she laughed, and...
But it was not her laugh, it was mine.
She was not... And not-not teasing me,
exactly like me.
I can still hear it.
And-and...
when I asked, she acted like I was crazy for asking.
Uh...
Just so many things like that.
(laughs) She would, she would always
make fun of me having bad handwriting,
even for a doctor. She'd say it was
because I was left-handed.
I was always smearing ink. And I was over at her place,
she was writing a list, and she was a lefty now.
And she-she saw me seeing her,
and she smiled at me, and...
and... just...
I-I know it all sounds stupid, and...
it-it really did not feel stupid.
It felt like...
...like I was getting swallowed up.
Anyway, I don't even know why we're talking about this,
because a guy's in prison for killing her, I thought.
What happened to that?
Okay, not a jilted lover.
Not a lover at all of the ladies.
But there's more than enough there without any of that.
DAN: Victim lived across the hall from an active drug operation.
Dangerous addicts had access to the floor.
The head of said operation's prints
were found inside her apartment.
And he knew she worked for the D.A.
In fact, he admitted
that she threatened him with exposure.
That's a pretty good opening paragraph.
Viable alternate suspects with motive.
You still remember how to fill out your own paperwork?
- Excuse me, sir. - (laughs)
I have filled out many new trial applications
while I was a guest of the state.
- Just none of them were for me. - All right, all right.
You know what else I've been thinking about?
What Brooker's gonna do when you get a new trial?
When the Longhorns beat USC in '06,
he broke his coffee table.
- Conchita Lewis. - Hmm?
She ever talk to you after the trial?
Oh, no.
But not a lot of people wanted to talk to me back then.
Uh, how come?
I always wonder what happened there.
Why she chose to side with Ruiz.
I thought about reaching out to her while I was...
But...
(phone vibrating)
Anyway, I think I should do that now.
Yeah.
Well, that's all you, buddy.
Hello?
She just told me to be back at 11:00.
I'm not actually even sure
who it is I'm supposed to be meeting with.
Give me a minute. I'll find out.
Thank you.
(sighs)
He's here.
Yeah. Okay.
(office phone rings)
Gagan, Ollen, Bibb. How may I direct your call?
(sighs)
(scoffs) Art, am I right?
Jorge?
I had no idea that you worked at this firm.
You're probably a partner here, aren't you? That's great.
Head of litigation, man. It is great.
But it's also why I didn't know you were in the building
the first time around until you were gone.
I want to catch up,
find out how you're doing.
But first, you... you really looking to be a paralegal?
Yeah, I am.
Well, okay, then. Welcome aboard.
I mean, duh. Or-or you got other offers.
Well, what are they? We'll-we'll be competitive.
I do not.
Well, shit, what other firms
were dumb enough to pass you up, then?
I need names, because obviously
they must be making all kinds of other dumb mistakes
I can capitalize on.
You can tell me while we go deal with your start paperwork.
- (clears throat) - Come on.
Jorge.
Thank you.
Of course.
Thank you. For back then.
I just got out of your way.
Detective.
Uh, please, could you, please,
sign my grand jury subpoenas, please?
Why don't you ask Jorge to do it?
Oh, you let Jorge make decisions?
I-I'm so sorry. I wasn't aware.
Just...
You know, got to hand it to you.
You seem pretty calm.
Here I was, wondering how much you were regretting
sticking your neck out for my old lady case.
Leyva asked me to be there.
You wanted Jorge, you got Jorge. Why are you busting my balls?
I'm just backstopping him.
"When it goes to trial, I'll lead."
That's you backstopping him?
Whatever I said, I said to support Jorge.
Well, nobody bought it, including you.
Anyway, so it turns out
the junkie fuck who beat up all the old ladies has a dad
who owns all these pay-for-parking lots,
and guess who he hired for the defense.
Rolando Cabral.
Right?
So maybe you want to reconsider grabbing lead,
not just because Jorge deserves a shot
but because, I don't know,
Cabral never destroyed Jorge in court.
(spraying)
(car door closes)
Hey. What are we doing?
Talking.
Just us this time.
Whatever.
I'm gonna water my squash.
You know, in all the ways of this world
that we did not make,
I ever do anything specific to you,
specifically, to make you
not respect me? I mean specifically.
So when it's two guys
who did the job...
Fine. Maybe you deserve more slack
than I cut you the other day, and maybe I could say that
because he's not standing in front of me
with his big fucking face.
- Okay. - What? I never liked him.
I'm going to like him now? I who like no one?
It's just not irrelevant, that's all.
And I didn't go after him
because I didn't like him, Mikey.
- The facts presented themselves to me... - I know, I know.
If it had been me, I would have done
everything the same as you did.
We just saw things differently, is all.
Fuck, yeah, we did.
And all those years of kissing lawyer ass
worked out pretty goddamn well for you till they didn't.
Wouldn't change what I did either.
Yeah? I bet you would like to retire
instead of getting forced out.
And why weren't you able to do that again?
That's a separate issue from if he killed her,
because I know he didn't.
You want some cucumbers?
Persian, seedless.
I'll slice them up,
throw a little olive oil on them,
a little lime juice, red onion.
Listen, I'm just going to talk about food
right now 'cause I'm done talking about
- the other thing. - Dan's not a murderer, Earl.
He's a liar, Mikey.
So you'll never, ever be able to say for sure
what the fuck else he is.
(sighs)
(spraying)
Well, now I'm confused.
What?
You asked me did I want some cucumbers,
and I'm not getting any cucumbers.
I'm not giving you any of my cucumbers,
you fucking neckbone. That was just a figure of speech.
You could have a beer
and shut the fuck up. How about that?
Done.
SOPHIE: Who do they think has the leisure time to
wait at home for a five-hour window, or more,
- on a weekday? - Um, you do.
It's not my home.
Are we going to that consignment place on Ventura,
or just Wertz Brothers?
Uh, if we have time. Why?
I'm just timing my trips to the pisser.
What are we looking for?
Um, an end table and a bench for the hall.
Why a window? A window of time?
Because it has a frame. Because it closes.
Well, so do doors. Why not a door of time?
We are leaving.
Go to the bathroom.
- Mama? - Yeah?
Gas and electric will be here between
10:00 and 3:00 to trim the trees.
- WARREN: Maybe. - We live in hope.
The gate is unlocked. The key is here.
- Got it. - When they come,
they're going to prop the gate open to get their equipment in,
and when they leave, they might close it, but they won't.
- Hmm. - If you let Quincy out,
he will run off.
So if he has to go potty, I do what?
You take him out in the yard
- on leash. - Okay.
When they leave, you need to
close the gate and lock it.
- Then you may take Quincy out. - Okay.
Ellen gets off the bus between 2:30 and 2:45.
I know that.
Grab her,
and then, please, give her a snack
that is not mac and cheese.
SOPHIE: Okay.
10:00 to 3:00. The key lives in the bowl.
Don't let Quincy out until the gate is locked.
And give Ellen mac and cheese.
You look lovely, Bethy.
So fresh.
- Ugh, no, I don't. - Well, you look like
a flower. You do to me.
- You're fresh. - She is fresh.
She takes liberties you would not believe.
- SOPHIE: Stop. - Are you ready?
Maybe one time I'd like to go
help pick out antiques.
No, no, Mom, you don't have Daddy's eye.
My beady flinty eye.
Your surprisingly eclectic and beautiful eye
for someone who is friends with Caspar Weinberger.
WARREN: "Friendly." You always say friends.
There's a difference.
- BETH: Is there, though? - No, there really is.
Rolando Cabral.
What are you doing?
(chuckles)
I-I heard there was
a dartboard with my face on it
- in here somewhere. - No, you didn't.
- Oh, didn't I? - No.
Is there?
Never seen it.
Wait, d... Do you even know
why there would be one?
Has he told you?
(laughs): Wow.
I mean, I wouldn't want to relive that shit either,
but still.
Nando Winston.
Mid-level coke guy on the rise,
not a care in the world other than the fact
that he's Black and he's driving a 7 Series.
So two hair-bags pull him over.
First, they say Nando failed to signal.
Obviously a pretextual stop.
Then they say Nando, who fully knows
he's got a loaded nine millimeter under the seat,
consented to these two motherfuckers searching his car.
BETH: Okay, well, you being worried that I'm making you look bad
in front of your Navy buddy you've known
for less than five minutes is not a good reason for me
to buy a $2,600 antique that's not an antique.
It's the man's trade.
You were second-guessing him in the field
where he's established and where he's known.
Yeah, he's probably known as a crook
who tries to pass off thrift store shit as antique.
ROLANDO: So these Sherlock Holmeses
search and find this gun, at which point they say
Nando tells them it's his.
No actual shit in the alleged statement is "That's my gun."
They call it an excited utterance prior to arrest
for illegal possession of a weapon,
which is adorable, and as long as we're dreaming,
I'd like a pony.
WARREN: You embarrassed him.
An antique end table
has single spot screws,
and every one of those screws is different
because they're handmade.
But I should not point that out
to the guy trying to sell me a table
that has factory-manufactured screws
with tapered ends? Um, okay, got it.
Oh, at last, a place
to rest a drink on this end of the couch,
instead of on the floor where the dog can knock it over.
Please, he could knock a drink off the roof
if he was motivated.
Let's find out.
Let's wave some vermouth at this thorny quest.
Uh, let's you guys go home and spill drinks on your own rugs.
Where is the dog?
(smacks lips)
ROLANDO: So I immediately
take it to trial. Why do I do that?
One, the cops are lying.
But two, your boss is feeling cocky.
He's on one of his yearlong winning streaks.
He's running up the numbers.
No way is he ready for moi.
BETH: Quincy? (smacks lips)
Quincy?
(smacks lips)
- Hi. - No one was there waiting.
You were early.
I was about to come out.
Can you run upstairs and find Nana and Papa?
And your laundry's on your bed.
Please put it all away, but not in the same drawer.
Okay.
(whistles)
(doorbell rings)
(shudders)
Quincy!
(screams) Help!
- (barking) - Help!
WARREN: Bethy? Beth?
- What is... Oh, my God! - (screaming)
No, Mom!
WARREN: Here, here!
Here. Oh, God.
- (Warren gasping) - Help her!
Anyway, so the cops lied, Dan looked like he was
suborning perjury, and the jury
walks Nando's ass out the door in 42 minutes.
Are we going to conduct some business
or are you just here for story hour?
(phone rings)
BETH: The Clarks brought him back.
They heard barking and looked out,
and there he was, in their yard.
Don't know how long he was loose for.
The gate was closed.
I know.
You keep saying that.
Well, I just don't understand why she would
close the gate if she didn't know where Quincy was.
Maybe she assumed she did.
Or maybe she wasn't thinking,
because, clearly, she'd already
broken the seal for the day
even though Ellen wasn't even off the bus yet.
Even if she was drunk, it wouldn't make her cruel.
She wouldn't turn into somebody who didn't care about Quincy.
She couldn't get out of the pool, Dan.
She was something.
- Yeah. - Even if...
he can't admit that,
we can.
- ELLEN: Mommy. - Hi, sweetie.
♪ ♪
DAN: She was here.
MIKE (over phone): Oh, come on.
And what's your mother-in-law doing
while Alex is in your house?
I don't know.
But it's not like we've never seen somebody
go from destroying property to destroying people, right?
But why? Why would Alex do that?
I don't know.
If it makes sense to her,
does it have to make sense to us?
So, what, we're going from
floor stripper on your car to this?
I don't know.
I'll go talk to her. Fuck.
Okay, go be with Beth and them.
They need you.
(barking)
(barking continues)
(door closes)
CONCHITA: Sorry about that. He usually settles
a little quicker than that.
Don't worry about it.
He's very cute. Zeke?
Uh, Ziggy.
I was all ready to change his name,
even though they say you never change a rescue's name.
But then the longer we had him, the more he just was a Ziggy.
Whatever a Ziggy is.
Oh, it's German. Short for "Zigmund."
It means, uh, "victorious protector."
Here I was thinking it was just a Bowie song.
You know, we can totally do this over the phone.
I'm the one who told you to come over.
It's just I, uh,
don't know what this is or how to do this.
I-I, uh...
I was fine being done with it, with all of it.
Because you thought I was guilty.
Because you made me think that you were.
Not at first.
I mean, that's Dan Gallagher.
I'd worked with you for years,
speaking up for people, ruined people.
I'm thinking to myself,
"Could you betray them?
"Could you have dealt death to someone
with everything that you know?"
I didn't believe it. I couldn't.
And then I heard about your defense.
That you were putting it all on her.
That was a strategy.
Someone gets assaulted.
What did they say to make the guy go after them?
They must have been drunk.
Someone gets raped. What were they wearing?
Why did they leave with him?
Someone gets robbed and shot.
What were they doing in that neighborhood
that time of day? Must have been a drug deal gone wrong.
It was your thing that you always said,
that I always repeated.
I think I told every single newbie
at the VSB at some point. I'm sure I told her.
When they don't have the law, they argue the facts.
When they don't have the facts, they argue the law.
When they don't have either, they blame the victim.
The guilty always blame the victim.
Is that what you still think?
I don't think about you, Dan.
Or no, I do. A little,
when I remember how well I used to think I knew people.
Including myself.
(sighs)
A while before she died,
I received an unofficial complaint about Alex.
Inappropriate behavior towards a criminal courts employee.
I met with him and his union rep off the record.
He had rejected her, and she had backed off,
but only sort of.
And he was afraid for his job and about gossip.
He had had an affair once,
and his wife had made it very clear
that there would be zero tolerance.
Alex had not gotten ugly,
and he was not looking to have her disciplined.
He was just trying to get on the books
with his side in case she did.
- So she was stalking him? - No.
Harassing him, then.
Enough to make him want to come forward.
Unofficially, off the record.
Right.
Which means that you could have done anything
that you wanted with that information,
including give it to me when you knew how much I needed it.
She was dead, and someone killed her,
and you wanted to make that her fault!
The guilty always blame the victim.
♪ ♪
(sighs)
Who made the complaint, Conchita?
Please, after all this time, just tell me.
Gabriel Ibarra,
the bailiff from courtroom M71.
(Ziggy barking)
Ziggy really wants you to go.
(barking continues)
♪ ♪
Hey, there.
Mike Gerard. I met you at Andolini's.
Right. Hi.
What are you doing here?
Oh, I'm on my way home.
Thought I'd talk to you.
This is a beautiful building.
I-I can't believe they made it residential.
You know, it started out as a vaudeville house
and a garment depot?
Yeah, somebody said that.
You live downtown?
No. No, I don't like to live where I work.
Huh.
That's what I like about it.
Yeah, I got that.
I just think we need some separation.
You know? The terrible things we see on this job.
Need a little distraction now and again.
That's what gets us
into trouble sometimes, though.
I mean, you spend all day doing good for other people,
you start to feeling like if you want to get up to
some shenanigans on your own time, it's your business.
And it is.
You know, until it's not.
You know, Dan Gallagher?
I've known him a long time.
Half his life.
You know,
he's a good man in the most important ways,
but he should have left you alone.
He knows that.
Does he know that you're here?
Does she know?
Are you going to tell her?
- No. - Hmm.
I don't think I'll have to.
Anyway...
Safe home, Mike.
Wherever that is.
Hey.
How's she doing? Is she down?
What about him? How is he?
I've never seen him like... whatever this is.
I actually got him to take a pill,
that's how he is.
Are you sick?
(Dan sighs)
You okay, baby?
I have to tell you something, Beth.
Now? Does it have to be now?
Yeah, I think it does.
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BETH: Oh, hey, I'm Beth.
I'm the owner.
I did the remodel myself, so if you have any questions--
I'll find you.