Rogue (2013) s04e02 Episode Script

- ETHAN: Previously on Rogue - (GRUNTING) Daniel Jameson.
The man who was killed in the restaurant.
- Did he hurt you? - Flores She died.
In her cell.
Coumadin.
It showed up in her system in enormous quantities.
Someone gave her an overdose.
(MUFFLED SCREAMING) (GASPING) Get me Marty Stein.
I don't know where Ethan Kelly is.
- You're gonna help me.
- (SIREN WAILING) Should've taken care of me when you had the chance.
- There's still time.
- (TIRES SCREECHING) (GLASS SHATTERING) (SIREN WAILING) You are gonna tell me where she is, - or I swear to - God? Is that what you were going to say? God isn't going to help you, Detective! No more than God helped that stupid bitch colleague of yours.
(CROWD EXCLAIMS) Once you take this, we're square.
Tommy's debt to you is cleared, and he no longer works for you.
- Motherfucker! - (GROANS) (GUNSHOT) What the fuck is wrong with you? - What did you do? - I did nothing.
Where is he, you son of a bitch? What the fuck did you do with Tommy? (GRUNTS) If you ever even think of laying a hand on me, it'll be the last thought you ever have.
Tommy's dead, man.
He's long gone.
Welcome to the land of fuck.
(THEME SONG PLAYING) (GASPING) (SPEAKING RUSSIAN) (GUN COCKS) - What's Coumadin? - It's a fast-acting blood thinner, and it had no reason to be in Maria's body.
There were massive amounts of it in her system.
And the prison pharmacy, it doesn't even carry it.
This kind of overdose, somebody wanted her dead.
- Revenge for killing Jameson? - Makes sense.
Or someone wanted to shut her up about something.
I think we find out who slipped her the Coumadin, it gives us the why.
What about this "Flores" she mentions? Oh, God.
No idea.
We've been looking into it, but we don't exactly have much to go on right now.
(TELEPHONE RINGING) Yeah.
Thanks.
Mrs.
Jameson is in Interview Two.
- Think she's involved? - I don't know.
Might as well start at the beginning.
(CAR HONKING) CASEY: You're late.
- ETHAN: Yeah, what do you want? - A Pepto'd work wonders.
For ten bucks, you'd think they'd give you that on the side.
Yeah, well, I'm busy.
I was thinking, - opening night at the bar.
- Mmm-hmm.
I'm going to bring the squad by.
- I'm in this to make a living.
- No, no, no.
One thing you gotta know about SFPD Narcs, we pay for our own booze.
Yeah, that's good to know.
Oh, I also got a little delivery lined up for you later on.
No, no, no, no.
I'm not your fucking bagman.
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER) - (BIKE ENGINE REVVING) You'll be anything I want you to be.
- Is that a fact? - Yeah.
I got a witness, saw you and that half-mongoloid Tommy going into Nelson's crib.
Then they also saw you leave, while Nelson was bleeding out on the carpet.
Your witness is mistaken.
Oh, I guess I have to get a couple of dozen other citizens who will say they saw the same fucking shit.
Perk of the profession.
Res ipsa loquitur.
Baby, no Latin? Catholic school.
The fuckin' thing speaks for itself.
Bottom line, on a good day you're guilty as an accessory to murder.
On a bad one, intentional murder.
So, you can do your ten minimum or you can become another happy employee at Oaks Enterprises.
(STUTTERS) If you want, you can still go to the cops.
But who do you think they're gonna believe? You or me? - (SLURPING) - What do you need? Now you're talking.
Mrs.
Jameson, hi.
I'm Detective Clea Annou.
This is Detective Bethany Doyle.
Sorry for your loss.
First off, I want it noted that Mrs.
Jameson is here of her own free will, - and will - Stop.
Stop, Brad.
I'm Daniel's widow.
God that sounds strange.
I I'm not stupid.
I've seen enough TV to know that I'll eventually be a person of interest.
The woman that killed him, was it one of his girlfriends? You don't have to do this, Emma.
Some people call what we had an "open" marriage.
We called it a "pragmatic" one.
All right, have you ever heard the name Maria Alvarado? No.
We never discussed his Women.
That's what kept it pragmatic.
Maybe you might recognize her.
She's barely older than Deanna.
- Deanna? - Our daughter.
She's 15.
- It's obvious Emma had no idea - It's sick.
I'm sure you think our entire marriage was sick.
- I don't judge, Mrs.
Jameson - (SIGHS) We both know that's a lie.
Everybody judges.
I assume Mr.
Jameson didn't bring his girlfriends home.
We were not sadists.
We weren't into threesomes.
Or at least I wasn't.
But it seems I can no longer vouch for anything about Daniel.
- Did he bring them to hotels? - He had an apartment in the city.
And before you ask, I don't know where it is.
Did you ever see a check or a credit card bill? - Why don't you ask her? - She's dead, Mrs.
Jameson.
What happened to her? Overdose.
Jesus.
We think someone had her killed.
Wait, you think I had something to do with this? Look, Mrs.
Jameson has been fully cooperative, Detective.
She's been through a lot already.
And if you intend to charge her, - I insist - Oh, shut up, Brad! I have nothing to hide.
All right.
Like I said, I'm sorry for your loss.
Thank you so much for coming in and being so cooperative.
- (TELEPHONE RINGING) - (INDISTINCT CHATTER) You guys are free to go.
Everybody who hates men, raise your hand.
How do you know the "pragmatism" wasn't her idea? A guy cheats on you, tell me you wouldn't cut his cock off - and toss it in the bay.
- God.
What happened to growing old together? All right, why don't you try to find Jameson's apartment, maybe there's something in there that'll tell us who Maria is.
I'll gonna go to the psych ward.
We need to find out who gave her the drugs and why.
What about the wife? Uh, I'll just have Cooperman look into her.
My gut, she has nothing to do with this.
REGAN: You know what I remember from Harvard? Other than Hogan's classroom cross-examinations.
No, what? That and you were full of shit.
Harlow asked you the holding of Sherwood v.
Walker.
- Right.
- You tap danced for 10 minutes.
Yeah.
But he bought it, didn't he? You never read the case, did you? You really need to ask me that? You should have called me when you left San Francisco.
Oh, my God.
Look, I had an unexpected emergency, okay.
Hmm.
Still full of shit, I see.
Listen.
You were in the middle of the trial What, they don't have phones in Chicago? You know what, you're right.
You're right.
I'm an asshole.
Look.
Thank you for meeting with me.
I know you could've said you were busy and I appreciate it.
I am.
For some reason, people just keep on killing each other.
Yeah, imagine that.
And I kiss the Lord on both cheeks every day for it.
Between me and you, I get a little wet when the foreman of the jury stands and says, "Guilty.
" You know, I wouldn't be surprised if you're the next DA.
(SCOFFS) They'll have to wheel Cooley out on a gurney.
Mmm.
So, Kelly, besides kissing my very shapely butt, - what do you want? - I'll tell you.
- I bought a bar actually - What happened to the security business? Eh, I had a change of heart, I guess you could say.
I am not using my position in the DA's office - to expedite your liquor license.
- I'm not asking that, all right.
- Actually, I already have one.
- (SCOFFS) Always cutting corners.
Who did you pay off? Nobody.
But that's my problem.
Have you heard of a detective by the name of Casey Oaks? I've heard the name.
Well, he got me the license.
I never asked him for anything.
And by the way, I didn't take it.
I want this done right.
I don't want to owe anybody anything.
- Not even a cop? - Especially not a fucking cop.
No.
What do you want from me? (SIGHS) You're an ADA.
You have sources.
- I'd like you to look into this guy for me.
- Hmm.
- Translation, get you leverage over him.
- Okay, look.
I get the feeling that he's not going to leave me alone.
And I'd like him out of my life.
Why do I get the feeling you're not telling me everything? - (TELEPHONE RINGING) - (INDISTINCT CHATTER) Fugitive tip line, how can I help you? I understand, ma'am.
Where was this? MAN: Where in upstate New York? PATRICK: No, sir, she wasn't missing last month but thank you for your call.
You know, Patrick, sometimes I wonder what's going on in your head.
To be honest, most of the time I feel the same way.
You punched out Marty Stein.
Were you going to tell me? - It was personal.
- Personal? Yeah, well, you can expect personal service with an assault complaint.
- Ah, you're shitting me.
- No, I wish I was.
Captain Lockwood down at the Fourth just called me.
- Fuck it.
Son of a bitch deserved it.
- Maybe he did.
But he's Mia's, or Anna, whatever the fuck her name is today, he is her lawyer.
And that puts you puts you in a conflict situation.
- Okay.
Hold on.
- No, no.
You are off the investigation.
- Come on.
- (TELEPHONE RINGING) Come For fuck's sake! We usually have three or four temp nurses here on any given shift.
One of the regulars is sick, on vacation, you get the idea.
Anyway, uh, Jasmine, the nurse who usually works the shift and wing where Maria Alvarado was staying, was out last night.
- Is she sick? - Oh, I hope not.
She's on her honeymoon.
How do you find the temps? The hospital has a contract with an agency.
- MNA.
- Okay.
- Medical Nursing Agency.
- Okay.
Do we have a home address for Dominique Lacour? She's the temp who worked last night.
NURSE: I've got nothing on file.
Print out the information on MNA for Detective Annou.
NANCY: Well, we scrutinize every nurse's work history, and require several recommendations on each one.
We've never had any complaints on Dominique before.
Personally, I think Oh, that's odd.
- What? - Dominique wasn't sent to Mayfield last night.
We sent Jill DeCarlo.
Okay, can you get her on the phone for me? Absolutely.
I don't like this any more than you do, Detective.
Hi Jill.
It's Nancy from MNA No, not today.
Listen, actually, I have a police detective here and she'd like to speak to you.
(MUTTERS) Calm down.
Sure, we'll talk later.
Hi, Jill.
Detective Annou.
It's fine.
It's fine.
Listen, Nancy's telling me that you were assigned to Mayfield last night but Can you e-mail that to Nancy? Thank you.
She's saying your office sent her a cancellation e-mail.
No way.
It would be here if we did.
Uh, I'll call you back in a minute.
I'm going to need everything you have on Dominique Lacour.
(GRUNTS) Yo, dude, watch the Retros.
Say what? Fuck.
You popo, ain't you? - Shit, I ain't done nothin'.
- Yeah? Someone gave you the green to buy those kicks.
- Was my cousin, man.
- What's his name? - I forget.
- Forgot? Maybe I should take you downtown.
- You wanna go downtown? - Oh, come on, man.
Maybe we can work something out.
This dealer, Nelson.
- You know him? - He dead.
Yeah, what about the guy that works for him? - Where does he live? - Fuck, man, you want me to be DOA? Okay, get up.
Get up, get your fucking hands behind your back, man.
- You got anything - All right.
No.
- Huh? Chill what? - Chill, dude.
Start talking.
What? Between me and you I don't see anybody else around.
Do you? - Come on.
- Then start talking, all right? (INDISTINCT CHATTER) (KNOCKING) (BANGING) (GRUNTING) - (GASPING) - Come on.
Breathe.
(COUGHING) (GASPING) Breathe.
Come on, breathe I want to know everything there is to know about Casey Oaks.
- You hear me? - Oaks'll kill my ass.
I wouldn't worry about Oaks, I'd worry about me.
Now I wanna know who he works with, where he goes, who he fucks You hear me? Nelson kicked up to him every week.
So he shot him.
(GASPING) I won't say nothing.
I swear to God.
What else? What else? What else? Sometimes I'm his muscle.
I do what he tells me.
Did you kill Tommy? - Did you kill Tommy? - No, no, no, no.
- Did you kill him? - (GROANING) Did you kill him? (SCREAMS) I didn't want to do it, man, I swear! Oaks tells me, "Belly, kill the skinny fucker".
(PANTING) Please don't kill me, man! Please.
I will tell you anything you wanna know.
(CRYING) Just please don't kill me.
Fuck! Listen to me.
Listen to me.
You're gonna tell me everything.
Starting with where the body is.
DOMINIQUE: This was a terrible mistake.
Yeah, I wish it were a mistake, Dominique.
Is that what the hospital told you? They think that I I need this job, Detective I would never I'm always very careful to only give the patients what the doctor prescribes.
- You can check the records.
- I did.
I did.
And the prison pharmacy doesn't even carry Coumadin, which is what you gave her.
I gave her what the pharmacist gave me.
Well, the thing is I spoke to him.
And he denies ever having given you Coumadin.
- He's lying.
- Look, what I'm really interested in is why you were at the hospital in the first place.
- Your agency said they never sent you.
- Then why would I go? Oh, Lord.
Oh.
The Agency e-mailed this to me yesterday.
I wouldn't go unless they sent me.
I swear I didn't do anything wrong.
Can I take this with me? (INDISTINCT CHATTER) Good news.
Bad news.
Which do you want first? I could really use some good news.
The e-mail to the nurses, they weren't sent from the Nursing Agency.
They were, however, sent from the same IP address.
Bad news.
That address has been burned.
That means someone wanted Dominique at the hospital that night.
MALCOLM: And they're being very careful to cover their tracks.
What's that? This is the complete works of Dominique Lacour.
- From the agency.
- You want me to No, I got it.
Thanks.
(ENGINE SHUTS OFF) (GRUNTS) (GROANS) (THUNDER RUMBLES) (GRUNTS) (PANTING) Grant that through the passion, death, and resurrection of your Son may he share in the joy of your heavenly kingdom - Forever.
- (THUNDER RUMBLING) Yes, Lord.
Forgive me.
Forgive me.
(SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE) (INDISTINCT CHATTER) All right.
We'll check into it, sir.
Thank you.
Sam, - you got something? - Yeah, could be.
A guy saw a woman being dragged out of a van by three guys.
Okay, I got this.
Thank you.
(DOOR OPENS) (DOOR CLOSES) Where's Tommy? I don't know.
He didn't show up for work yesterday.
He was supposed take the girls to school this morning.
I was late for work because of him.
Well, you could have called me, Donna, if you needed help.
I don't need your help, Ethan.
I don't want your help.
Look, all I know is that Tommy got involved with some bad people.
He was trying to get clean.
Look, if you want me to look for him, I'll look for him.
Something has happened to Tommy.
- Someone has hurt him.
- If somebody hurt Tommy, they're gonna pay for it, Donna.
I can promise you that.
You always have the answers, don't you? Did you know when you guys were all overseas, Ray and I e-mailed every day? Whenever I wrote that I was worried, he said, "Don't worry, babe.
It's okay, it's cool.
Ethan's got my back.
" You got Tommy's back too, Ethan? This is a waste of time.
You talk a whole lot for someone who's supposed to be observing only.
PATRICK: Just my opinion.
The more time we waste, the further away Mia gets.
LOWRY: This is the best tip we got so far.
PATRICK: Snatching Mia from that ambulance was pretty fucking sophisticated.
The only way the caller saw that is if they wanted us to see them.
Tell me something, what the fuck do you want from me, Patrick? Huh? There's higher powers at play here.
I'm just going by the drill.
Yeah, that's a waste of time.
That's my opinion.
We found this about 100 yards over there.
Well, why you showing me? Put the dog on the scent.
- Go on.
- (PANTING) (BARKING) (BARKING) Could be bones.
(SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE) (CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING) - (GUN FIRING) - (SCREAMING) (SOBBING) Afternoon, ma'am.
Welcome to Quick Rental.
Looking for a rental today? - (SIGHS) - Are you okay, ma'am? Can I get you anything? (SNIFFLES) God, I'm so sorry.
Aidan.
Um This is so embarrassing.
- Here.
- (EXHALES SHARPLY) Very kind.
My husband We were on vacation in Chicago, and we had, um We had a fight.
- Did he hit you? - No.
No.
No, he would never do anything like that.
No man should ever lay a hand on a woman.
Right.
You're right.
(VOICE BREAKING) He's a good man.
I I said some things, Aidan, some things that I wish I could take back.
- Ma'am - It's Katherine.
I I just need to say I'm sorry.
And take him back home.
I'm Not sure what I can do to help.
I can't find him.
He's not answering his phone.
We rented a car from your company a few days ago.
And I was thinking, hoping that, maybe you could just tell me where he is.
We have a strict policy on giving out customer (CRIES) I I'm so scared that he's not gonna come back.
I know it.
And the kids I just If I could just talk to him (SOBBING) Give me his name.
Ethan Kelly.
- (KEYBOARD CLACKING) - (EXHALES) (SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE) (CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING) - (INDISTINCT CHATTER) - (SOFT MUSIC PLAYING) There's too much cilantro in this, Pop.
What the hell is Cesar doing back there? It's the end of the week.
We had to use it up - before it goes bad.
- Then use it as garnish.
Cesar! Too much cilantro.
Tastes like potpourri.
Whatcha got there? It's a mind bender.
Keep grabbing at straws and pulling a short one.
- Cesar! I'm gonna go kill him, Pop.
- (CHUCKLES) - I'm gonna kill him.
- Cilantro is good for the soul, and right now, your soul needs some good.
Dominique Lacour.
What'd she do? Nothing I can prove.
Yeah, well, I have faith in you, baby.
You'll do it.
(CHUCKLES) Okay, sure.
- Shit! - What? If someone does something once, it's a mistake, it's an unfortunate mishap.
You do it twice Love you, Pop.
(CHUCKLES) - (ELEVATOR BELL DINGS) - (INDISTINCT CHATTER) Three years ago, Maria's nurse at the psych ward, Dominique Lacour, was investigated for an "accidental" death at an elderly care center.
The man's name was Robert Parkinson.
It could just be a coincidence.
Elderly people die.
Of a bad mixture of prescription drugs? Careless or unlucky? Or intentional.
Talk to her again.
(DOOR OPENS) CASEY: Good to see you're hard at it.
Oh, wait a minute.
Don't tell me you thought I'd forgotten about your little errand.
Well, I was hoping.
You gonna learn to love me.
Address is on it.
They're expecting it first thing.
Quid pro quo, baby.
You scratch my back, you stay outta the can.
Now, I don't get any quid, you're gonna get a shitload of quo.
You with me? - Hmm.
- That's my boy.
Run along now.
Don't be late.
There were bones in the burn pit.
Too charred to test? They're not sure yet.
They also found a molar.
One molar.
That's fucking convenient.
Yeah, Lab's checking the DNA as we speak.
How come we never get the lab to move that fast? Because, my friend, we don't have the full weight of the federal government behind us.
You're not buying any of this, are you? What's important is that Special Agents Wilson and Murray are.
It's CYA.
Cover your ass.
They want Mia to be dead, so the whole thing goes away and they don't look like the assholes that they are for losing her in the first place.
Yup, it looks like your friend dropped the car off on Tuesday at 7:05 a.
m.
He didn't rent another one, did he? Not from us.
There's other car rental places in town? The closest one is about two hours north.
What about an airport? Another two hours.
A train? That would be south in Sterling.
A good six hours from here.
Oh.
Thank you, Bobby.
That's last week's Saver.
You can get the new one at Carl's down the block.
Oh, thank you, but this is great.
MIA: Yes.
I'm calling about the Chrysler.
Is it still for sale? Yes, I'd love to see it.
I'll call back.
(SIGHS) Hi, I'm calling about the Camaro.
Is that still for sale? Oh, that's great.
This afternoon's awesome.
(WINCES) I I can call you a dentist for that.
Doc Miller.
He uses gas.
I'll be okay.
Again, I'm sorry about the Impala.
- If I'd known - Story of my life.
I'm always a day late.
Thank you for the lemonade, Ricky.
This This wouldn't be the guy who bought it? No.
It was a couple of sorority girls.
(CHUCKLES) Well, thanks again.
I can't believe this fella is wanted by the cops.
He seemed like such a nice guy.
Well, these felons can be charming as hell.
That's how they get away with their crimes, I suppose.
- You don't think I'm involved with him.
- No, of course not.
Is my Mustang his getaway vehicle? You could say that.
What branch of law enforcement did you say you with, dear? I'm not.
I'm a skip tracer.
Bounty Hunter.
Like Dog? Just like Dog, - without the mullet.
- (LAUGHING) I love that crazy son of a bitch.
Me and the Mrs.
never miss an episode.
My life should be so exciting.
Before I go, can you remember anything specific this guy might have said - about where he'd be headed? - He didn't say.
Said he needed the car to run well.
Assumed he was taking a long trip.
What did you guys talk about? Devil's in the details, huh? - Always is.
- Mmm, let me see.
We mostly talked about baseball.
The Cubbies were on.
He didn't know much about the game.
Hell, the Giants haven't had pitching since 2012.
Did my guy said that he was a San Francisco fan? Not specifically.
He said he loved sittin' in the bleachers in old Candlestick with his buddies.
He didn't think he could go for AT&T Park.
So maybe my guy was headed for San Francisco.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Come to think of it, that would make sense.
(GRUNTING) (WHEEZING) ETHAN: Take it easy.
Get off me, man.
Get off me.
Oaks sent me.
Why the fuck didn't you say so? - Are you Pierre? - Yeah.
(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS) Just look at it from my point of view, Dominique.
- I'm not accusing you of anything.
- I talked to the cops three years ago.
- They said I didn't do nothing wrong.
- Okay, but you have to admit, from my point of view, that's two of your patients.
I don't give a damn about your point of view.
- Who are you? - She's a cop.
Detective Clea Annou, SFPD Major Crimes.
- You okay, Ma? - She's asking about Willow Forest.
- But she was just leaving.
- You heard her.
- Get outta here.
- If she'd just answer a few questions.
She ain't sayin' nothin' without her lawyer.
Go.
(CAMERA CLICKS) (ENGINE STARTS ) Who did you say her lawyers were again? Drake Munroe.
They bill like a thousand an hour.
You don't think it's weird that a part-time nurse is represented by a high-powered firm like that? Weird is one word for it.
- We should just bring Dominique in.
- We don't have enough, not with lawyers like that.
Not yet.
Are you eating a bacon burger from Billy's? It creeps me out how you can smell food through the phone.
Food's my porn.
Will you save me half? All right, who caught the nursing home case? Hold on a sec.
That would be - Detective Colleen Morrison.
- Division? Mmm Retired three years ago.
July.
That is the same time that Dominique's case was ruled an accident.
Find out where she is now.
(SIGHS) RON: You'd think it'd be a democracy, but it's really more like a Ricktatorship.
One minute, he's this law-abiding sheriff and now he's a cold, remorseless killer.
Oh, here's another interesting tidbit.
They never say the word "zombie" once.
There's walkers, biters, floaters, with humans being the deadliest of them all.
Oh, crap, I'm boring you.
Jocelyn? No - No, keep going.
- I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to ramble.
It's just so nice to have someone to talk to.
I'm sorry.
I'm just preoccupied.
So, who's in San Fran, if you don't mind me asking? Just an old girlfriend.
Ever been before? Before this morning, I've never been out of Nebraska.
You know, I'm ahead of schedule.
I don't have to go to Seattle right away.
My conference doesn't start until Monday.
If your girlfriend's busy working or whatever, I mean, I could show you around.
Are you okay? You're sweating.
Oh.
I'm just really hot.
You like frozen smoothies? Blueberry is my favorite.
Tell you what.
I'll fill up and get us one each.
My treat.
Hey.
And, um, a box of Trojans, please.
(TV MUTED) Holy shit.
Give me the phone.
Quick.
(DOORBELL CHIMES) Welcome.
Colleen Morrison? Just Colleen.
I'll be right with you.
Oh, Jesus, I thought I was done with you people.
Colleen, I'm so sorry to bother you.
If it wasn't for the murder of an 18-year-old girl, you'd have never seen my face.
I left the force three years ago.
Not sure how I can help.
Well, a person of interest is a nurse that you arrested before you started cutting flowers.
Dominique Lacour.
Hmm? Doesn't ring a bell.
Really? - I'd think you would've remembered this one.
- Why's that? Because it was one of your last cases.
Sorry.
So why'd you quit? Sixteen years in, three to retirement.
Look around.
No one spits in my face here.
I don't have guns pointed at me by 10-year-olds.
Flowers make people happy.
Working in narcotics, do you know how many times I made anyone, let alone myself, happy? Yeah, I hear you.
It's not exactly what you'd call a party.
It's tough.
What did my report say? That it was an accident.
Well then, I guess it was an accident.
(DOORBELL CHIMES) KRISTINE: Please hold a minute, sir.
- Hey, is the boss around? - I haven't seen him.
Shit.
What? I think I've got a live one on Drubeskaya.
There's a call on hold from a place called Harmony, Colorado.
A double homicide at a gas station off the I-70.
The last number called before they were killed was the tipline.
What line is this on? Two.
Detective Finnegan, CPD.
Hey.
Ugh.
Not now.
This will only take a second.
I just need you to run - a plate number for me right here.
- You're kidding me, right? I've got a brief due in like, 22 hours.
Did you look into Oaks yet? - Yeah, I dropped everything.
- You know what, Regan, this is serious.
- I'm not kidding around here.
Come on.
- Yeah, and this is my real job.
The one I actually get paid for.
I'm sorry, between finding out if a liquor license was obtained through nefarious means and my career, the choice isn't close.
It's not just about a license.
Look, Oaks just made me his bagman.
I just delivered $50,000 to some asshole by the name of Pierre.
- For what? - I don't know.
I followed the guy to a house in the Sunset District.
A few minutes later, a woman came out.
- I figure she has the money.
- Did you follow her? No, I got a plate number.
Look, if I can figure out who Oaks is paying and why, that gives me leverage.
Maybe I can get out from under him.
Oh, fuck.
Oaks has got something on you.
I want to know what it is.
This has been real, Ethan.
Do me a favor, lose my number.
I am trying to do the right thing.
Look, I've done a lot of bad shit in my life, things I'm not proud of.
All right? Things I wish I could take back.
I don't know, look.
But there's no taking back in this world.
I understand.
But, all I want to do is I want to sit in my bar and serve drinks to other damaged souls that are trying to forget.
But this piece of shit cop won't let me do it.
He is an officer of the SFPD.
And I see a goddamn way out.
But my good old friend, the ADA, the symbol of the law, a warrior for justice, you know what she says to me? "Nah, I'm too busy for you, Ethan.
" Come on, Regan.
Help me out.
All right.
Okay.
- You should have finished law school.
- Huh? You'd have made a hell of a trial lawyer.
Hmm.
Give me the plate number.
Here.
REGAN: Okay.
You sure you got this right? Yeah.
What do you mean? Why? It says it belongs to a Detective Clea Annou.
Major Crimes, homicide.
- No shit.
- Let's not jump the gun.
It could be a case of wrong place, wrong time.
Come on, you don't really believe that, do you? No.
But do you have any idea how hard it is to prove a cop is dirty? Let alone two dirty cops.
That blue line is thick, Ethan.
If I step on the wrong toes, my career is over.
I need the SFPD to win cases.
And if I'm right and we prove it, what happens to your career then? I mean, this could be a whole hell of a lot bigger than just two dirty cops, Regan.
Okay.
I'll look into Oaks.
That's Oaks.
And that's her.
- Can I hang onto these? - Sure.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Thanks, Regan.
Just be careful, okay? BILLINGSLEY: The clerk's Troy Varrone.
Poor kid just got the job last week.
- And this one? - His name is Ron Wakefield.
He's the one who called your hotline.
On the way to Seattle for a pharmaceutical conference.
PATRICK: Looks like he thought he was getting lucky.
- What about the security footage? - We're a small town.
No cameras? - You're kidding? - This sort of thing doesn't happen here.
- Officers are canvassing the area.
- And? - No one's been able to ID your girl.
- She killed my partner.
She's not my girl.
What about this poor schmuck's vehicle? We haven't found it yet, but we were able to get into his phone's GPS.
He was headed to Seattle.
Originally.
About 20 minutes before he pulled over to fill up, he reset his GPS for San Francisco.
CLEA: You should have seen Colleen's face when I mentioned Dominique's name.
I thought she was gonna shit.
She fucking knows something.
Maybe she fucked up something with Dominique's first case.
Maybe she was pressured off the force.
Is that half of your bacon burger still in the fridge? With your name on it.
I'll get it for you.
I need a coffee anyway.
I think we should talk to her last partner.
What the fuck? Look at this.
Casey Oaks.
Isn't that the guy who came into Maria's interrogation? That's one big fucking coincidence, if you ask me.