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 fucking 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 murdered 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...
♪ Oh, I'm drivin' my life away ♪
♪ Lookin' for a better way. ♪
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
illegal 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.
♪ She cries your name ♪
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 shit
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.
♪ Three times again... ♪
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 are nothing.
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 cracker 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 fucking 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 shit, Mike.
Yes, because giant tortoises live for 300 years. Fuck.
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 ass 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 fuck is a Biff? - Okay, this has been terrific...
I mean, do you hear yourself?
Fuck 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 fucking 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 shit.
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 fucking guys.
Right? They got to make it to the end of fields
full of snipers, climb, you know, hundred-foot cliffs,
and that's before you even engage with the goddamn enemy.
Right? You know, a 45-year-old guy gets a load of that shit,
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 goddamn Sizemores playing the captains
and sergeants when in reality they'd be like,
"What are all these old fucking 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 shit 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 fucking 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 shit.
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 fucking conundrum.
Or is it?
She is a fucking 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 fucking 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 fucking with me.
Do you see that? This is what she does.
She's fucking 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 fucking 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 fucked.
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 fucking 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 fucked, 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 fucked 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 shit you're in, Dan.
You need to put a killer 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, shit, 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?
Goddamn 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.
Fuckin' moonwalks out.
Probably thinks, from a technical standpoint,
it's like the whole thing never happened.
Fuck, 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 fucked 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 shitting me?
- No. - The cops decided I was their guy
just based on me existing and them being lazy fucks.
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 fucking 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 fuck are we talking about?
2008.
Fucking 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 fucking 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-Ass 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 asshole.
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 fuck 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 killed Alex Forrest?
- What? - I'm-I'm sorry.
I'm not trying to make things weird,
I just fell down a fucking 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 murder, 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 fuck 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, goddamn 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 fucking 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 fuck 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.
Fuck.
He betrayed you and humiliated you,
and now-now... now he makes you his goddamn 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 kill 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 shitting 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 fucked it up.
In what sense?
There are...
were mental 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 kill 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 fuckin' thing they're gonna make me
the president of Poland. Come on.
No one said you were coming.
Oh, fuck, I live to disappoint.
- Hey, Mikey. - Oh, shit.
Urbanek, you rockin' a beard now?
What a horrible day to have eyes.
Shit, 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 shit? - 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 fucking Evrard goes,
"Hey, yeah, but your first name is 'Hector,'
"and Hector starts with an H, and so does
'Ho, my God, would you shut the fuck up?'"
- That's right, that's right, that's right. - Fuckin'...
Yeah.
- Hey, you remember a case a while back? - Hmm.
Guy got murdered, 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 killed Alex Forrest, but just part of her?
Just killed 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 shit.
I-I didn't. I-I didn't forget them.
- I bought them. - Then where were they?
How you like me at your fucking house,
motherfucker?! Huh?
You like it?
I come to your house now.
Maybe I'm gonna talk to your wife now,
dogshit motherfucker.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, stop
whatever the fuck you're doing right now.
Stop it. Go faster than that, you asshole.
Get down on the ground.
Get down on the fucking 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, asshole, kiss the dirt.
"Artem Fedorko."
Fe-- Well, that's a silly name. Artem? The...
Wait. Artem, as in,
Olena Kuzma has a piece of shit boyfriend named Artem?
You were talking about Olena's house.
I was just in there.
Oh, she married this asshole.
- 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.
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as evil. Mr. "I'm The Victim's Voice."
Something about 106
that was important in terms of point of view
Alex, I would give up whatever
we are to each other for you not to be in pain.
We're nothing.
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