Saving Grace s02e06 Episode Script
Are You an Indian Princess?
[Chattering.]
No peeking.
Eastern Poland.
A hundred percent rye.
[No Audible Dialogue.]
Ukraine, rye-wheat blend.
[Laughing.]
Shit, Nell.
- That's five for five.
- You trying to get my baby sister drunk? She's got taste buds like lasers.
Cosmos, scotch rocks, sloe gin fizz.
Remember all tips go to Best Pals.
Great cause.
Beautiful! Way to go, Captain Perry.
Six dollars, Nell.
I can't help it if people won't play the King of Darts.
Draft.
You ordered the whiskey somethin'-somethin'.
- [Spilling.]
- Oh! [Giggles.]
Who had the water? - Right here.
- Yeah! Got napkins for that.
[Chuckling.]
When did Ham start smoking? Since he's not sleeping.
Every time he does, he dreams about Rafe.
Said sometimes we're in 'em.
We're all Marines.
Rhetta and Henry too.
Bobby.
We're on patrol in Afghanistan.
Rafe is lost.
We can't find him.
When we do, we only find his head.
[Jukebox.]
We'll be singing When we're winning - We'll be singing - [Man.]
Heyl I get knocked down but I get up again You're never gonna keep me down I get knocked down but I get up again You're never gonna keep me down I get knocked down but I get up again You're never gonna keep me down I get knocked down but I get up again You're never gonna keep me down Pissing the night away Pissing the night away He drinks a whiskey drink He drinks a vodka drink He drinks a lager drink He drinks a cider drink - [Continues.]
- Hi, Ham.
Oh, Danny boy Danny boy Danny boy I get knocked down but I get up again You're never gonna keep me down I get knocked down but I get up again You're never gonna keep me down I get knocked down but I get up again You're never gonna keep me down I get knocked down but I get up again You're never gonna keep me down Pissing the night away Pissing the night away He drinks a whiskey drink He drinks a vodka drink He drinks a lager drink He drinks a cider drink He sings the songs that remind him of the good times [Grunting.]
- Hold on.
Hold on.
- Come on.
- Ham, no.
- Come on.
Dewey, I said no! I mean it! - You know what? I don't need this shit! - Ham.
Ham.
So you want to go bareback? [Acoustic Guitar.]
[Man.]
So pretty and, oh, so bold Got a heart full of gold on a lonely road - She said, "I don't even think that God can save me" - Save me Am I gaining ground Am I losing face Have I lost and found my saving grace Thankful for the gift my angels gave me [Rain Pouring, Thunderclaps.]
[Snorts.]
Boy's gonna be exhausted when he wakes up.
- Did he go back to sleep? - Well, his eyes are closed.
Sometimes it's hard to tell with you guys.
Do angels sleep? Well, the wings need a rest every once in a while.
Not like you do.
Where do you go when I'm asleep? When do you think I get these T-shirts? What's it like, sleeping? I don't know.
I'm asleep.
It's great, mornings like these.
[Sighs.]
Curl up under the covers.
Listen to the rain.
I'm worried about Ham.
- Me too.
- He's in love with you.
And his brother died two weeks ago.
Grief, love- Powerful cocktail.
You know, I knew Lady Godiva.
The original spelling of Godiva was Godgifu.
G-O-D-G-l-F-U.
Meant "Gift of God" in Anglo-Saxon.
Kind of ironic, ain't it? - Her ass feel like a Brillo pad the next day? [Laughs.]
- [Laughs.]
- Here, boy.
Here, boy.
[Muttering.]
- [Whimpering.]
Rough ride ain't over yet.
- Hey, Nell.
- Hey, Grace.
- What's goin' on? - Louie's gonna donate all the money in his register to the first person who can make him forget about Ham's performance last night.
- That's gonna be tough.
- And I get to be the judge.
- Who's ahead? - Ham first you second, Butch third Captain Perry fifth Henry eighth and Rhetta last.
Oh! Girl can explain the genetic structure of any creature on the planet.
Can't tell the difference between a margarita and a Manhattan.
[Chuckles, Clears Throat.]
Last night- [Clears Throat.]
Rhetta orders a glass of rose wine.
[Laughs.]
I tell her "Sorry.
Louie don't have rose wine.
" She comes back.
Says she'll get a $20 tip if she can find a glass of rose wine.
- Hmm.
- [Laughing.]
I tell her she's shit outta luck.
So she comes behind the bar, pours a glass of white wine puts in a couple drops of red wine.
- Rhetta? Are you kidding me? - She's competitive, man.
Watch out.
Dewey, please tell me you're wearing pants.
Y'all got a homicide victim out at Baptist Hospital.
Came in about an hour ago.
- We're gonna need you for the I.
D.
- Sure.
- Excuse me a minute.
- Mm-hmm.
She was alive when she got here.
Died 20 minutes later at 7:38.
Beaten up pretty bad.
We won't know till the autopsy what killed her.
Nurse was outside having a smoke.
An old brown Pontiac pulls up.
Driver gets out, opens up the back door lifts up a sopping wet, unconscious woman dumps her in the nurse's arms.
Never said a word.
Just took off.
We're gonna have the whole thing on video.
Guy had a prison tat- a Nordic symbol of white power.
There was no I.
D.
On the victim, just a name tag that says "Rosie.
" We got a black skirt, white shirt, apron, one shoe.
Probably a waitress or bartender.
[Sniffs.]
[Siren Wailing In Distance.]
Rosie.
[No Audible Dialogue.]
The victim's prints aren't in the system, but the guy who brought her to Baptist is Hubert Montrose Cordan- answers to "Smash.
" - Who'd blame him? [Chuckles.]
- [Chuckles.]
Attempted murder, assault.
Just ran out his last parole.
- Works out at Flatty's Bar and Grill.
- Ground zero for skinheads.
Henry thinks the victim is Latina.
And a skinhead brings her to the hospital? How does that make sense? Mm-mmm.
But we got video to prove it.
Rhetta found a business card in the victim's pocket-Annie's Kitchen.
Butch is gonna run it down, meet Ham and me out at Flatty's.
- Was she raped? - Vaginally, anally orally.
We're getting her picture out to the media.
- How's your partner? - He's tough.
He'll be okay.
I.
A.
Has him on their radar.
- Well, get him off their radar.
- Can't.
Got pulled over in Chandler- Saturday morning, 3:00 a.
m.
Took a swing at a cop.
Cop's an ex-marine, lets him sleep it off.
Their chief is pissed.
So is ours.
That's why he sends it straight on to I.
A.
So I don't know anything about this.
Thanks, Kate.
[Alarm Beeping.]
C.
O.
D.
Was a subarachnoid hematoma brought on by- - Gettin' the shit beat out of her.
- Yeah.
Four-to-seven hours before she died.
Blood was seeping around the base of her brain, so it took a while.
What's the deal with her skin, Henry? Wherever she was, she was awful wet.
That's washerwoman's skin.
Pouring rain last night.
Maybe she was laying in a puddle.
Ham observed the autopsy.
He's never observed an autopsy.
He wants to do right by this girl.
He wanted to hold her heart in his hands.
- So I let him.
- You wouldn't let me hold the penis of that porn star.
You didn't- You never- - I didn't know you wanted to.
- I'm kidding, Henry.
- [Sighs.]
- Look, you know, it's gonna be rough on Ham for a while.
- Yeah.
We just gotta be there for him.
- Yeah.
- Hey, Ham, you want to go bowling Friday night? - Nah.
Got a call from a buddy, works for the chief.
Turns out the chief doesn't like his cops dancing buck naked in bars.
Ask me, he's just jealous.
Yeah.
No big deal.
We stay out of trouble, he'll get over it.
- Ready to go out to Flatty's? - Sure.
Tell your buddy to mind his own goddamn business.
[Tires Squeal, Siren Blares.]
[Police Radio Chatter.]
- [Man Coughs.]
- Hola, muchachos.
Hola.
[Continues In Spanish.]
- Where's Hubert Cordan? - Goes by Smash.
I don't know him.
Anybody know this girl? You know her, Hubert? Whoo-hoo! Whoo-hoo! Whoo-hoo! [Grunting, Groaning.]
Okay, get up! [Shouts.]
Sit downl Sit downl - Like that.
- This morning at 7:18 you brought an almost-dead woman to Baptist E.
R.
You were either helping her or you had a part in killing her.
Which is it? You were either helping her or you had a part in killing her.
Which is it? - Screw you! - When your buddies pass her around, she resists.
- So you take turns beating her.
Left her to die in the rain? - Only she didn't.
That what happened? You don't want a murder rap, so you dump her at the E.
R? - Screw you! - We got blood inside your car.
Gonna be her blood.
- Screw you.
- I got no problem putting this whole thing on you.
Throw your white ass in with cholos, hate you as much as you hate them.
That what you want? You say "screw you" one more time, you're gonna lose the rest of your teeth.
Screw you.
Let's try this again.
See if we can't reason with this fine citizen.
Screw you.
Close up last night? Yeah.
Left about 3:00.
Anyone else here? No.
Parking lot was empty.
- What time'd you get here this morning? - Rolled in about 10:00.
- Who opened up? - Smash.
- Smash.
What time? - 7:00.
Look at her again.
This tease-o beaner was never here.
You understand? Never seen her.
You part of the gang bang? [Laughing.]
I'd rather put it in a dead horse than some filthy spick.
Rhetta said the rain screwed us.
Any other evidence is gone.
Smash gets there at 7:00 a.
m.
Dumps the body at Baptist at 7:18.
How long does it take to get there from Flatty's? That time of morning, 15 minutes.
I'm running the manager, a guy named Utz.
Huh! Can't remember any of his customers from last night.
Well, check with Hate Crimes.
They've got names from Flatty's.
What about the catering company? Annie's Kitchen doesn't employ anyone named Rosie.
Legally.
She could be illegal.
Owner gave me a complete list of the employees, everyone who worked last night.
Seemed like she'd cop if she knew Rosie.
Let's talk to all of'em.
Somebody gave her a business card.
The gig was a private party for 40 people hosted by a state representative, Ricky Burnell.
- The guy behind House Bill 1804? - Yeah.
According to Annie, Burnell's household staff wore black pants or skirt white shirt, name tag, first name on it.
Rosie works for the sponsor for the toughest anti-illegal immigrant bill in the country? Wow.
One would think she's here legally.
One would think.
I called over to Burnell's office.
Figured I'd pay him a visit.
Or not.
That's Aaron Kernek, Burnell's chief of staff.
Rosie Carrero.
She was employed last minute by the Burnells as domestic help for the event last night.
They were short-staffed, and upon recommendation of their nanny whom they love and trust and has been an employee for 12 years Mrs.
Burnell hired her niece Rosie.
Of course, she asked her for documentation, which appears to be genuine.
Rosie worked the party.
She did an exemplary job.
She was paid in cash- a hundred-dollar bill.
We need a copy of the guest list, names of all the household staff, name of Rosie's aunt.
Of course- soon as I see a subpoena.
You sure you want to play it this way? makes it a crime to knowingly employ an undocumented alien in the state of Oklahoma.
You sure you want your boss to look that bad, considering he authored the bill? Miss Carrero's fully documented, complete with her social security number.
It's all right there.
It was a pleasure to meet you, Captain Perry.
If this murder leads back to that party, we're gonna have our hands full.
- Lookin' forward to it.
- [Chuckling.]
You know, you swim quite well in political waters, Benny, for a Longhorn.
- You get that from your mom? - I think I was swimming before I could walk.
- Run this down.
Ten-to-one, this social comes back deceased.
- And the address bogus.
Yeah, we gotta get to Rosie's aunt, Burnell's nanny.
They're not gonna let us anywhere near the household staff.
I know you'll find a way.
- Ham's losing it.
- He's winning the Best Pal's fund-raiser.
Some people will do anything to win.
I am going to win.
- And I will do it without employing nudity.
- Shit, Rhetta.
The guy's brother just died.
You sure you don't want to let him win? Competition will be good for him.
You made $21 and 11 cents last night.
- Ham made $362 dollars- - And 50 cents! I know! But I am going to win Louie's pot.
- Give you five bucks, you do your chicken call for everyone.
- Okay.
But that's not gonna cut it either.
You gotta do somethin' big.
I can do big.
Not naked big, but big.
- Ham tell you about his dreams? - [Sighs, Mutters.]
Last night we were in a convoy looking for Rafe.
Ham, Butch, Bobby, you and me, Henry.
We rolled over an I.
E.
D.
The truck stopped.
None of us moved.
Your helmet kept sliding off your head, and then Ham and I saved everyone.
- My helmet kept sliding off my head? - Ham's dream.
- Last night was eye-opening.
- What are you saying, Rhetta? Rosie had strawberries, sugar, and some kind of alcohol on her apron.
I'm betting tequila.
No cash or wallet in her purse.
- Chickenshit.
- Rape kit showed one semen type.
- [Chattering.]
- One? Huh.
- Strawberry margaritas.
- What about 'em? On Rosie's apron- from the party, not Flatty's.
Caterer served strawberry margaritas.
Okay.
Mexico City driver's license of Rosie Carrero.
Her prints were a match.
I called her parents.
- Paco had to talk to them.
They didn't speak English.
- [Smash.]
Screw youl [Ham, Groaning.]
Spit in my goddamn face, you piece of shit! - I'll kill you! Kill you! - Shut up, Ham! Shut up! He isn't going anywhere.
That piece of shit's staying right here.
- We'll get him tomorrow.
- No, man! I want him now! Detective Dewey! Go home! Be in my office tomorrow morning, 9:00 a.
M! I'll handle it.
Get it together, man.
- Get it together.
- [Breathing Heavily.]
[Door Slams.]
- Come on.
Let's get a drink.
- No.
- I'll come to your place.
- No, Grace! I will see you tomorrow.
- [Grunts.]
- I'll have what he's having.
- And leave the burger bleedin'.
- [Chuckling.]
Tried to go vegetarian.
Lasted three days.
Figure if God didn't want us eatin' meat, he wouldn't have give us teeth.
Name's Earl.
We met before? 'Cause I feel like we met before.
- Yep.
I'm pretty sure we have.
- We haven't met.
I think we have.
I think we liked each other too.
- We haven't met! - Hmm, maybe you're right.
Maybe this is the first time we met.
How you been? Little advice.
New friend to new friend.
If you want somebody to feel ya, you gotta let 'em reach out.
Just like I'm reaching out right here, my brother.
[Groans.]
[Whining.]
Okay, Gussy.
Here you go.
You want some of this? Oh.
Good boy.
There you go.
He probably ate somethin'dead- a squirrel or a rat or somethin'.
- Has he had diarrhea? - Pretty much blew out his colon last night.
Poor fella.
What happened to your face? Misjudged a conversational gambit.
Ow! Ow, Grace! That hurts.
- I thought you weren't human.
- I'm not.
- But who the heck said I couldn't get hurt? - You did! You told me to shoot you.
You said bullets will go right through you.
- Hmm.
Well, it depends.
- On what? Last night a fist needed to find a face, and, uh, mine was available.
Depended on that.
You and your gun shootin' me- I ain't got time for that kind of nonsense.
Don't even think it.
I mean it, girl.
- We gotta talk about Ham.
- He did that to your face? He's being an asshole.
Well, you were an asshole for three years after Mary Frances died.
I know.
That's why I'm being patient.
Ham hurt you, didn't he? You wanted to go to Rafe's funeral.
Someone had to work that day.
Well, he surprised me with that one- askin' you not to come.
His brother, his call.
- You upset about him going to Chandler? - No.
I'll drive him to Chandler.
- Whatever he needs.
- What if he needs more than you can give him? - We'll work it out.
- Good.
Because he needs God.
Ham believes in God.
You need to restore his faith, Grace.
Couldn't I just take him to dinner? Smash, our one suspect for the murder of Rosie Carrero- How does he end up with a broken finger? Spit in my face and grabbed my hand! I had to push him back.
- And what happened to the video camera in the room? - It must've been unplugged.
- Did you unplug it? - Nol - Was it Butch? - No! - Was it Grace? - No! We didn't look at the damn camera! We just got to work! - You need to take some time off.
- No, I need to work! Nobody's saying that you don't have a right to grieve but you have got to keep this off the job! - I'll do better.
- I saw you last night, Ham.
I see you now.
You need time.
I was outta line.
I was way, way outta line.
You send me home- I can't do that.
I can't- I can't have nothing to do! I can't handle that! This case is now political! We need to be careful! You need to be careful.
Do you understand what I am telling you, Ham? - You believe this bullshit? - Nah, man, it's bullshit.
You just gotta sit it out for a couple hours.
She'll ease off.
The second Perry smells politics, her back goes upl I know she's your friend.
Now, I don't trust her! She's got your back, Ham.
You trust me? Where were you this morning? I stopped by the catering company.
Talked to a couple people worked the Burnell gig.
- So? You get anything? - Yeah.
The caterer who gave Rosie the business card- He said Rosie was excited.
She got another card from some guy offered her a job and a ride home.
And, you know, the Burnells are assholes.
My brother Nick hates Ricky Burnell, man! Says he's antigay! You want to get outta here? Go for a walk? - No.
- [Siren Wailing In Distance.]
- You want to pray? - No! - You want me to shut up? - Shit, Grace! I gotta sit at the goddamn desk and do what? Help solve the case.
Come on, man.
I need you.
Call the other people who worked the Burnell gig.
Maybe one of them knows who gave Rosie a ride.
She didn't take the bus, a cab.
- How else she get to Flatty's? - Okay.
You gotta stay on Smash.
I don't think he did it.
Hey, we got him on assaulting a cop.
He looks good for this murder.
Why hasn't he asked for a lawyer? 'Cause he's stallin', man! He's protecting someone! Or one of the guests at Burnell's party- one of those important guests talks to Rosie.
- Offers her a ride home.
- Wants to talk to her about a job.
She's gullible, trusting.
He's a pig.
- Beats her, rapes her- - Dumps her at Flatty's.
I can't see any politician knowing about that bar.
You know, it's in the paper, on the news.
Someone gets stabbed there every other week.
Great place to dump a beat-up undocumented Mexican.
- Smash finds her the next morning.
- Takes her to the hospital.
Doesn't want to be outed for having a heart.
Look, Rosie could've gotten a ride from anyone at that party.
Could've been another caterer, the bartender- Rhetta has decided that she's going to win all of Louie's money.
Are you going to let that happen? - Oh, no.
- [Rhetta Scatting.]
[All Laughing.]
[Ends.]
So? - [All Groaning.]
- [Butch.]
Oh, manl - Not big? - No.
Not big.
All right.
[Imitating Groucho Marx.]
Capitalism, it's the worst thing I've ever heard.
Um, your Nazi gentleman isn't a match for the you-know-what from the rape kit.
[Groaning.]
[Kate.]
We need paramedics now! - Ham? What's happening? - My heart.
Look at me.
Breathe, Ham.
You're okay, Ham.
You think I'm gonna let anything happen to you? I'm right here.
I'm not goin' anywhere.
- What's wrong with Ham? - Grace is taking him to the doctor.
We'll find out.
- Is he gonna die? - No.
No, Nell.
I promise.
What the hell is going on? - Why have you been crying? - Everything's fine, Mom.
They took Ham to the hospital.
He's exhausted, and hasn't been sleeping.
I think he just collapsed.
Oh.
Well, you're coming home with me right now, Nell.
No, I can't.
I'm responsible for this money.
The money is in a police station, sweetheart.
It's safe.
I'll come pick you up later when things have settled down a bit here, okay? - Okay? - Okay? - Okay.
- Okay.
So, did you, uh, get Burnell's guest list? - Ah, still stalling.
Now- - Want me to make a few phone calls? - Yeah.
- Already did.
This is everyone at Burnell's party.
- Bunch of B-listers.
- Mm-hmm.
Ask me which one of these might rape and kill a woman, and I'll give you three names.
Hank Defranco, Barney Walker and Aaron Kernek.
The three of them together don't make up a decent human being.
Good to know, Mom.
Thanks.
- Captain Perry, this is my mom, EmilyJane.
- Oh! Great to meet you.
When I heard from my son that you were his new boss, I checked you out.
- I hope that's okay with you.
- Sure.
- First female captain in Major Crimes.
- Yes, ma'am.
- First female captain in Major Crimes.
- Yes, ma'am.
- Wow.
We like trailblazing women, don't we, Nell? - Yes, we do.
Um, I also heard that you were giving my son a lot of grief for being a Longhorn.
- Occasionally.
- Yeah.
- You don't like the University ofTexas? - No, ma'am.
[Sighs.]
It was the biggest disappointment in my life.
- Mom.
- He could've been a Sooner- - [Laughing.]
- Except for some misplaced loyalty to his dead father.
He insisted on wasting precious years of his life in Austin! So- [Clears Throat.]
I just wanted you to know that you have my permission to kick him in the ass whenever he needs it.
- I appreciate that, ma'am.
- Yeah.
He often needs it.
- Uh-huh.
- Okay, ladies.
It's- It's time to go.
- Boomer! - Sooner! - Oh, yeah! - [Laughing, Clicks Tongue.]
Yeah.
You want to lie down? Where's Geronimo? He's living in Chandler for a while.
I thought I was dying.
- You were never dying.
- [Scoffs.]
It's worse.
- What's worse? - Panic attack.
It's gay.
It is not.
You sure you want to chase those horse pills they gave you with tequila? Ah! Rafe dug the shit out of you.
Said you were gonna break my heart.
You didn't come to his funeral.
You called me.
You-You asked me not to.
- You hate funerals! - I wanted to be there! I wanted to honor Rafe! I wanted to be with you! - I did what you asked me to! - You should've been there! I know I should've been there! - Just get outta here! - No.
- [Mutters.]
Where are my keys? - Where do you want to go? I'll drive you.
Chandler.
I am going to Chandler.
Come on.
I'll take you down to Chandler.
- No.
No.
- Yes.
I'll take you to Chandler.
- You can see Darlene and Geronimo.
- [Sobs.]
- Get out, Grace! Just get out! - No.
[Knocking.]
Hi, Nick.
Why didn't you call me from the hospital? Ham wouldn't let me.
Your brother shouldn't be alone- - [Door Closes.]
- And I gotta get back to work.
I don't like the idea of guns in the house.
So I'm taking all this shit with me.
What did the doctor say? He's gonna sleep for a while.
He needs rest and a grief counselor.
Shit.
His keys are in my pocket.
[Sniffs.]
Don't let him drive.
If you have to leave, call me.
I'll come right back.
Can you get the door? Thanks, man.
Okay, Smash.
It's just you and me.
What happened? You get to work early and find a woman, a Latina beaten to shit in your parking lot.
Maybe one of your other buddies, they might finish the job.
Dump her body somewhere else.
But you bring her to the hospital.
- I got nothin' to say to you.
- You startin' to like me? - You didn't tell me to screw myself.
- Screw you.
Enough of this crap, you asshole.
Utz can see you, but can't hear anything.
He thinks you're here 'cause you hurt Rosie.
Probably can't wait to throw you a party.
But what's he gonna do? What are all your buddies gonna do when they find out the truth? You may be a racist, but you're still a human being.
Hell, probably help little old black ladies to church on Sunday.
- Okay.
- Okay, what? Get him out of there.
I saw her behind the Dumpster.
I thought she was dead.
But she was gurgling blood.
So I helped her.
And stole her wallet.
Where is it? Where's Rosie's wallet? - Mr.
Burnell tell you not to speak to us? - [School Bell Rings.]
He tell you not to care? That your niece's death doesn't matter? No.
He never said that.
Twelve years is a long time to work for someone.
You make good money? Send some of it back to Mexico to help your family? - Family sends back letters, pictures, daughters.
- [Sniffling.]
- Whose daughter is Rosie? - Mi hermana.
[Sobs.]
If you want to talk to us, if you have anything to tell us, your boss'll never find out.
The baby was crying.
So I came downstairs to warm the milk.
And Rosie was serving drinks, flirting.
I said to her, "Trabajo.
Get to work.
" - What time was this? - Almost midnight.
Rosie told me one of the men offered her a job and a ride home in his fancy BMW.
[Kate.]
Did she tell you his name? No.
Did you see who she was flirting with? Can you describe him? Mr.
Kernek, you knew Rosie's documents were fake.
The moment you realized that, you knew that both you and your boss were going down.
- It's ludicrous.
- You were seen talking to Rosie at the party.
- I speak to all the hired help.
- What'd you do after the party? - I went home.
- In your BMW? A friend took me home.
[Chuckles.]
Look, take my D.
N.
A.
Hook me up to a lie detector.
I did not kill this womanl Who's your friend? Aw, come on.
Material witness warrants, drag you before a judge- If you have an alibi, Mr.
Kernek, this would be the time to share it.
Carlos Nievos.
- He's a friend? - Yes.
- A close friend? - Yes.
A close friend.
Rosie told her aunt she was going home in a BMW.
DMV's only got two people at the party who roll that way: Burnell's chief of staff and- - And Hank Defranco.
- Yeah.
Contents of Rosie's wallet.
Hank Defranco's business card.
Chief lobbyist for the American Families Union.
Meet Hank Defranco.
Girl from Mexico.
You figure she's a whore.
She wasn't.
So you beat her to death.
Dump her at a skinhead bar.
[Sighs.]
And now we got your D.
N.
A.
Hey, Louie.
How's it goin'? Can I get a Jack and Coke? [Patrons Chattering.]
[Patrons Whooping.]
[Boom Box: Brass Band.]
Whoa! - [Cheering.]
- Moi? You want more? You want more? You want more? Ooh, more? [Laughing.]
- [Squawking.]
- [Crowing.]
That big enough? - Yea! - [Cheering.]
[Clattering, Rustling.]
- Where are my guns? - I took 'em.
Took all of'em.
- What did you think? I'm gonna kill myself? - I don't know, Ham.
[Scoffs.]
I'm not.
I got 12 hours of sleep.
You need 30 hours more.
- I need to take a couple days off.
- Good.
When I come back, Grace, I want a different partner.
Just for a while until I clear my head.
I mean, you've been here for me every step.
I know that.
I know you wanted to be at Rafe's funeral.
Why couldn't I be there? Because you touch me in a place I can't control, Grace.
I need you too much.
What are you talking about? You're my partner.
I love you.
I care about you.
Why are you doing this? I don't have the strength for you now, Grace.
[Whinnying.]
No peeking.
Eastern Poland.
A hundred percent rye.
[No Audible Dialogue.]
Ukraine, rye-wheat blend.
[Laughing.]
Shit, Nell.
- That's five for five.
- You trying to get my baby sister drunk? She's got taste buds like lasers.
Cosmos, scotch rocks, sloe gin fizz.
Remember all tips go to Best Pals.
Great cause.
Beautiful! Way to go, Captain Perry.
Six dollars, Nell.
I can't help it if people won't play the King of Darts.
Draft.
You ordered the whiskey somethin'-somethin'.
- [Spilling.]
- Oh! [Giggles.]
Who had the water? - Right here.
- Yeah! Got napkins for that.
[Chuckling.]
When did Ham start smoking? Since he's not sleeping.
Every time he does, he dreams about Rafe.
Said sometimes we're in 'em.
We're all Marines.
Rhetta and Henry too.
Bobby.
We're on patrol in Afghanistan.
Rafe is lost.
We can't find him.
When we do, we only find his head.
[Jukebox.]
We'll be singing When we're winning - We'll be singing - [Man.]
Heyl I get knocked down but I get up again You're never gonna keep me down I get knocked down but I get up again You're never gonna keep me down I get knocked down but I get up again You're never gonna keep me down I get knocked down but I get up again You're never gonna keep me down Pissing the night away Pissing the night away He drinks a whiskey drink He drinks a vodka drink He drinks a lager drink He drinks a cider drink - [Continues.]
- Hi, Ham.
Oh, Danny boy Danny boy Danny boy I get knocked down but I get up again You're never gonna keep me down I get knocked down but I get up again You're never gonna keep me down I get knocked down but I get up again You're never gonna keep me down I get knocked down but I get up again You're never gonna keep me down Pissing the night away Pissing the night away He drinks a whiskey drink He drinks a vodka drink He drinks a lager drink He drinks a cider drink He sings the songs that remind him of the good times [Grunting.]
- Hold on.
Hold on.
- Come on.
- Ham, no.
- Come on.
Dewey, I said no! I mean it! - You know what? I don't need this shit! - Ham.
Ham.
So you want to go bareback? [Acoustic Guitar.]
[Man.]
So pretty and, oh, so bold Got a heart full of gold on a lonely road - She said, "I don't even think that God can save me" - Save me Am I gaining ground Am I losing face Have I lost and found my saving grace Thankful for the gift my angels gave me [Rain Pouring, Thunderclaps.]
[Snorts.]
Boy's gonna be exhausted when he wakes up.
- Did he go back to sleep? - Well, his eyes are closed.
Sometimes it's hard to tell with you guys.
Do angels sleep? Well, the wings need a rest every once in a while.
Not like you do.
Where do you go when I'm asleep? When do you think I get these T-shirts? What's it like, sleeping? I don't know.
I'm asleep.
It's great, mornings like these.
[Sighs.]
Curl up under the covers.
Listen to the rain.
I'm worried about Ham.
- Me too.
- He's in love with you.
And his brother died two weeks ago.
Grief, love- Powerful cocktail.
You know, I knew Lady Godiva.
The original spelling of Godiva was Godgifu.
G-O-D-G-l-F-U.
Meant "Gift of God" in Anglo-Saxon.
Kind of ironic, ain't it? - Her ass feel like a Brillo pad the next day? [Laughs.]
- [Laughs.]
- Here, boy.
Here, boy.
[Muttering.]
- [Whimpering.]
Rough ride ain't over yet.
- Hey, Nell.
- Hey, Grace.
- What's goin' on? - Louie's gonna donate all the money in his register to the first person who can make him forget about Ham's performance last night.
- That's gonna be tough.
- And I get to be the judge.
- Who's ahead? - Ham first you second, Butch third Captain Perry fifth Henry eighth and Rhetta last.
Oh! Girl can explain the genetic structure of any creature on the planet.
Can't tell the difference between a margarita and a Manhattan.
[Chuckles, Clears Throat.]
Last night- [Clears Throat.]
Rhetta orders a glass of rose wine.
[Laughs.]
I tell her "Sorry.
Louie don't have rose wine.
" She comes back.
Says she'll get a $20 tip if she can find a glass of rose wine.
- Hmm.
- [Laughing.]
I tell her she's shit outta luck.
So she comes behind the bar, pours a glass of white wine puts in a couple drops of red wine.
- Rhetta? Are you kidding me? - She's competitive, man.
Watch out.
Dewey, please tell me you're wearing pants.
Y'all got a homicide victim out at Baptist Hospital.
Came in about an hour ago.
- We're gonna need you for the I.
D.
- Sure.
- Excuse me a minute.
- Mm-hmm.
She was alive when she got here.
Died 20 minutes later at 7:38.
Beaten up pretty bad.
We won't know till the autopsy what killed her.
Nurse was outside having a smoke.
An old brown Pontiac pulls up.
Driver gets out, opens up the back door lifts up a sopping wet, unconscious woman dumps her in the nurse's arms.
Never said a word.
Just took off.
We're gonna have the whole thing on video.
Guy had a prison tat- a Nordic symbol of white power.
There was no I.
D.
On the victim, just a name tag that says "Rosie.
" We got a black skirt, white shirt, apron, one shoe.
Probably a waitress or bartender.
[Sniffs.]
[Siren Wailing In Distance.]
Rosie.
[No Audible Dialogue.]
The victim's prints aren't in the system, but the guy who brought her to Baptist is Hubert Montrose Cordan- answers to "Smash.
" - Who'd blame him? [Chuckles.]
- [Chuckles.]
Attempted murder, assault.
Just ran out his last parole.
- Works out at Flatty's Bar and Grill.
- Ground zero for skinheads.
Henry thinks the victim is Latina.
And a skinhead brings her to the hospital? How does that make sense? Mm-mmm.
But we got video to prove it.
Rhetta found a business card in the victim's pocket-Annie's Kitchen.
Butch is gonna run it down, meet Ham and me out at Flatty's.
- Was she raped? - Vaginally, anally orally.
We're getting her picture out to the media.
- How's your partner? - He's tough.
He'll be okay.
I.
A.
Has him on their radar.
- Well, get him off their radar.
- Can't.
Got pulled over in Chandler- Saturday morning, 3:00 a.
m.
Took a swing at a cop.
Cop's an ex-marine, lets him sleep it off.
Their chief is pissed.
So is ours.
That's why he sends it straight on to I.
A.
So I don't know anything about this.
Thanks, Kate.
[Alarm Beeping.]
C.
O.
D.
Was a subarachnoid hematoma brought on by- - Gettin' the shit beat out of her.
- Yeah.
Four-to-seven hours before she died.
Blood was seeping around the base of her brain, so it took a while.
What's the deal with her skin, Henry? Wherever she was, she was awful wet.
That's washerwoman's skin.
Pouring rain last night.
Maybe she was laying in a puddle.
Ham observed the autopsy.
He's never observed an autopsy.
He wants to do right by this girl.
He wanted to hold her heart in his hands.
- So I let him.
- You wouldn't let me hold the penis of that porn star.
You didn't- You never- - I didn't know you wanted to.
- I'm kidding, Henry.
- [Sighs.]
- Look, you know, it's gonna be rough on Ham for a while.
- Yeah.
We just gotta be there for him.
- Yeah.
- Hey, Ham, you want to go bowling Friday night? - Nah.
Got a call from a buddy, works for the chief.
Turns out the chief doesn't like his cops dancing buck naked in bars.
Ask me, he's just jealous.
Yeah.
No big deal.
We stay out of trouble, he'll get over it.
- Ready to go out to Flatty's? - Sure.
Tell your buddy to mind his own goddamn business.
[Tires Squeal, Siren Blares.]
[Police Radio Chatter.]
- [Man Coughs.]
- Hola, muchachos.
Hola.
[Continues In Spanish.]
- Where's Hubert Cordan? - Goes by Smash.
I don't know him.
Anybody know this girl? You know her, Hubert? Whoo-hoo! Whoo-hoo! Whoo-hoo! [Grunting, Groaning.]
Okay, get up! [Shouts.]
Sit downl Sit downl - Like that.
- This morning at 7:18 you brought an almost-dead woman to Baptist E.
R.
You were either helping her or you had a part in killing her.
Which is it? You were either helping her or you had a part in killing her.
Which is it? - Screw you! - When your buddies pass her around, she resists.
- So you take turns beating her.
Left her to die in the rain? - Only she didn't.
That what happened? You don't want a murder rap, so you dump her at the E.
R? - Screw you! - We got blood inside your car.
Gonna be her blood.
- Screw you.
- I got no problem putting this whole thing on you.
Throw your white ass in with cholos, hate you as much as you hate them.
That what you want? You say "screw you" one more time, you're gonna lose the rest of your teeth.
Screw you.
Let's try this again.
See if we can't reason with this fine citizen.
Screw you.
Close up last night? Yeah.
Left about 3:00.
Anyone else here? No.
Parking lot was empty.
- What time'd you get here this morning? - Rolled in about 10:00.
- Who opened up? - Smash.
- Smash.
What time? - 7:00.
Look at her again.
This tease-o beaner was never here.
You understand? Never seen her.
You part of the gang bang? [Laughing.]
I'd rather put it in a dead horse than some filthy spick.
Rhetta said the rain screwed us.
Any other evidence is gone.
Smash gets there at 7:00 a.
m.
Dumps the body at Baptist at 7:18.
How long does it take to get there from Flatty's? That time of morning, 15 minutes.
I'm running the manager, a guy named Utz.
Huh! Can't remember any of his customers from last night.
Well, check with Hate Crimes.
They've got names from Flatty's.
What about the catering company? Annie's Kitchen doesn't employ anyone named Rosie.
Legally.
She could be illegal.
Owner gave me a complete list of the employees, everyone who worked last night.
Seemed like she'd cop if she knew Rosie.
Let's talk to all of'em.
Somebody gave her a business card.
The gig was a private party for 40 people hosted by a state representative, Ricky Burnell.
- The guy behind House Bill 1804? - Yeah.
According to Annie, Burnell's household staff wore black pants or skirt white shirt, name tag, first name on it.
Rosie works for the sponsor for the toughest anti-illegal immigrant bill in the country? Wow.
One would think she's here legally.
One would think.
I called over to Burnell's office.
Figured I'd pay him a visit.
Or not.
That's Aaron Kernek, Burnell's chief of staff.
Rosie Carrero.
She was employed last minute by the Burnells as domestic help for the event last night.
They were short-staffed, and upon recommendation of their nanny whom they love and trust and has been an employee for 12 years Mrs.
Burnell hired her niece Rosie.
Of course, she asked her for documentation, which appears to be genuine.
Rosie worked the party.
She did an exemplary job.
She was paid in cash- a hundred-dollar bill.
We need a copy of the guest list, names of all the household staff, name of Rosie's aunt.
Of course- soon as I see a subpoena.
You sure you want to play it this way? makes it a crime to knowingly employ an undocumented alien in the state of Oklahoma.
You sure you want your boss to look that bad, considering he authored the bill? Miss Carrero's fully documented, complete with her social security number.
It's all right there.
It was a pleasure to meet you, Captain Perry.
If this murder leads back to that party, we're gonna have our hands full.
- Lookin' forward to it.
- [Chuckling.]
You know, you swim quite well in political waters, Benny, for a Longhorn.
- You get that from your mom? - I think I was swimming before I could walk.
- Run this down.
Ten-to-one, this social comes back deceased.
- And the address bogus.
Yeah, we gotta get to Rosie's aunt, Burnell's nanny.
They're not gonna let us anywhere near the household staff.
I know you'll find a way.
- Ham's losing it.
- He's winning the Best Pal's fund-raiser.
Some people will do anything to win.
I am going to win.
- And I will do it without employing nudity.
- Shit, Rhetta.
The guy's brother just died.
You sure you don't want to let him win? Competition will be good for him.
You made $21 and 11 cents last night.
- Ham made $362 dollars- - And 50 cents! I know! But I am going to win Louie's pot.
- Give you five bucks, you do your chicken call for everyone.
- Okay.
But that's not gonna cut it either.
You gotta do somethin' big.
I can do big.
Not naked big, but big.
- Ham tell you about his dreams? - [Sighs, Mutters.]
Last night we were in a convoy looking for Rafe.
Ham, Butch, Bobby, you and me, Henry.
We rolled over an I.
E.
D.
The truck stopped.
None of us moved.
Your helmet kept sliding off your head, and then Ham and I saved everyone.
- My helmet kept sliding off my head? - Ham's dream.
- Last night was eye-opening.
- What are you saying, Rhetta? Rosie had strawberries, sugar, and some kind of alcohol on her apron.
I'm betting tequila.
No cash or wallet in her purse.
- Chickenshit.
- Rape kit showed one semen type.
- [Chattering.]
- One? Huh.
- Strawberry margaritas.
- What about 'em? On Rosie's apron- from the party, not Flatty's.
Caterer served strawberry margaritas.
Okay.
Mexico City driver's license of Rosie Carrero.
Her prints were a match.
I called her parents.
- Paco had to talk to them.
They didn't speak English.
- [Smash.]
Screw youl [Ham, Groaning.]
Spit in my goddamn face, you piece of shit! - I'll kill you! Kill you! - Shut up, Ham! Shut up! He isn't going anywhere.
That piece of shit's staying right here.
- We'll get him tomorrow.
- No, man! I want him now! Detective Dewey! Go home! Be in my office tomorrow morning, 9:00 a.
M! I'll handle it.
Get it together, man.
- Get it together.
- [Breathing Heavily.]
[Door Slams.]
- Come on.
Let's get a drink.
- No.
- I'll come to your place.
- No, Grace! I will see you tomorrow.
- [Grunts.]
- I'll have what he's having.
- And leave the burger bleedin'.
- [Chuckling.]
Tried to go vegetarian.
Lasted three days.
Figure if God didn't want us eatin' meat, he wouldn't have give us teeth.
Name's Earl.
We met before? 'Cause I feel like we met before.
- Yep.
I'm pretty sure we have.
- We haven't met.
I think we have.
I think we liked each other too.
- We haven't met! - Hmm, maybe you're right.
Maybe this is the first time we met.
How you been? Little advice.
New friend to new friend.
If you want somebody to feel ya, you gotta let 'em reach out.
Just like I'm reaching out right here, my brother.
[Groans.]
[Whining.]
Okay, Gussy.
Here you go.
You want some of this? Oh.
Good boy.
There you go.
He probably ate somethin'dead- a squirrel or a rat or somethin'.
- Has he had diarrhea? - Pretty much blew out his colon last night.
Poor fella.
What happened to your face? Misjudged a conversational gambit.
Ow! Ow, Grace! That hurts.
- I thought you weren't human.
- I'm not.
- But who the heck said I couldn't get hurt? - You did! You told me to shoot you.
You said bullets will go right through you.
- Hmm.
Well, it depends.
- On what? Last night a fist needed to find a face, and, uh, mine was available.
Depended on that.
You and your gun shootin' me- I ain't got time for that kind of nonsense.
Don't even think it.
I mean it, girl.
- We gotta talk about Ham.
- He did that to your face? He's being an asshole.
Well, you were an asshole for three years after Mary Frances died.
I know.
That's why I'm being patient.
Ham hurt you, didn't he? You wanted to go to Rafe's funeral.
Someone had to work that day.
Well, he surprised me with that one- askin' you not to come.
His brother, his call.
- You upset about him going to Chandler? - No.
I'll drive him to Chandler.
- Whatever he needs.
- What if he needs more than you can give him? - We'll work it out.
- Good.
Because he needs God.
Ham believes in God.
You need to restore his faith, Grace.
Couldn't I just take him to dinner? Smash, our one suspect for the murder of Rosie Carrero- How does he end up with a broken finger? Spit in my face and grabbed my hand! I had to push him back.
- And what happened to the video camera in the room? - It must've been unplugged.
- Did you unplug it? - Nol - Was it Butch? - No! - Was it Grace? - No! We didn't look at the damn camera! We just got to work! - You need to take some time off.
- No, I need to work! Nobody's saying that you don't have a right to grieve but you have got to keep this off the job! - I'll do better.
- I saw you last night, Ham.
I see you now.
You need time.
I was outta line.
I was way, way outta line.
You send me home- I can't do that.
I can't- I can't have nothing to do! I can't handle that! This case is now political! We need to be careful! You need to be careful.
Do you understand what I am telling you, Ham? - You believe this bullshit? - Nah, man, it's bullshit.
You just gotta sit it out for a couple hours.
She'll ease off.
The second Perry smells politics, her back goes upl I know she's your friend.
Now, I don't trust her! She's got your back, Ham.
You trust me? Where were you this morning? I stopped by the catering company.
Talked to a couple people worked the Burnell gig.
- So? You get anything? - Yeah.
The caterer who gave Rosie the business card- He said Rosie was excited.
She got another card from some guy offered her a job and a ride home.
And, you know, the Burnells are assholes.
My brother Nick hates Ricky Burnell, man! Says he's antigay! You want to get outta here? Go for a walk? - No.
- [Siren Wailing In Distance.]
- You want to pray? - No! - You want me to shut up? - Shit, Grace! I gotta sit at the goddamn desk and do what? Help solve the case.
Come on, man.
I need you.
Call the other people who worked the Burnell gig.
Maybe one of them knows who gave Rosie a ride.
She didn't take the bus, a cab.
- How else she get to Flatty's? - Okay.
You gotta stay on Smash.
I don't think he did it.
Hey, we got him on assaulting a cop.
He looks good for this murder.
Why hasn't he asked for a lawyer? 'Cause he's stallin', man! He's protecting someone! Or one of the guests at Burnell's party- one of those important guests talks to Rosie.
- Offers her a ride home.
- Wants to talk to her about a job.
She's gullible, trusting.
He's a pig.
- Beats her, rapes her- - Dumps her at Flatty's.
I can't see any politician knowing about that bar.
You know, it's in the paper, on the news.
Someone gets stabbed there every other week.
Great place to dump a beat-up undocumented Mexican.
- Smash finds her the next morning.
- Takes her to the hospital.
Doesn't want to be outed for having a heart.
Look, Rosie could've gotten a ride from anyone at that party.
Could've been another caterer, the bartender- Rhetta has decided that she's going to win all of Louie's money.
Are you going to let that happen? - Oh, no.
- [Rhetta Scatting.]
[All Laughing.]
[Ends.]
So? - [All Groaning.]
- [Butch.]
Oh, manl - Not big? - No.
Not big.
All right.
[Imitating Groucho Marx.]
Capitalism, it's the worst thing I've ever heard.
Um, your Nazi gentleman isn't a match for the you-know-what from the rape kit.
[Groaning.]
[Kate.]
We need paramedics now! - Ham? What's happening? - My heart.
Look at me.
Breathe, Ham.
You're okay, Ham.
You think I'm gonna let anything happen to you? I'm right here.
I'm not goin' anywhere.
- What's wrong with Ham? - Grace is taking him to the doctor.
We'll find out.
- Is he gonna die? - No.
No, Nell.
I promise.
What the hell is going on? - Why have you been crying? - Everything's fine, Mom.
They took Ham to the hospital.
He's exhausted, and hasn't been sleeping.
I think he just collapsed.
Oh.
Well, you're coming home with me right now, Nell.
No, I can't.
I'm responsible for this money.
The money is in a police station, sweetheart.
It's safe.
I'll come pick you up later when things have settled down a bit here, okay? - Okay? - Okay? - Okay.
- Okay.
So, did you, uh, get Burnell's guest list? - Ah, still stalling.
Now- - Want me to make a few phone calls? - Yeah.
- Already did.
This is everyone at Burnell's party.
- Bunch of B-listers.
- Mm-hmm.
Ask me which one of these might rape and kill a woman, and I'll give you three names.
Hank Defranco, Barney Walker and Aaron Kernek.
The three of them together don't make up a decent human being.
Good to know, Mom.
Thanks.
- Captain Perry, this is my mom, EmilyJane.
- Oh! Great to meet you.
When I heard from my son that you were his new boss, I checked you out.
- I hope that's okay with you.
- Sure.
- First female captain in Major Crimes.
- Yes, ma'am.
- First female captain in Major Crimes.
- Yes, ma'am.
- Wow.
We like trailblazing women, don't we, Nell? - Yes, we do.
Um, I also heard that you were giving my son a lot of grief for being a Longhorn.
- Occasionally.
- Yeah.
- You don't like the University ofTexas? - No, ma'am.
[Sighs.]
It was the biggest disappointment in my life.
- Mom.
- He could've been a Sooner- - [Laughing.]
- Except for some misplaced loyalty to his dead father.
He insisted on wasting precious years of his life in Austin! So- [Clears Throat.]
I just wanted you to know that you have my permission to kick him in the ass whenever he needs it.
- I appreciate that, ma'am.
- Yeah.
He often needs it.
- Uh-huh.
- Okay, ladies.
It's- It's time to go.
- Boomer! - Sooner! - Oh, yeah! - [Laughing, Clicks Tongue.]
Yeah.
You want to lie down? Where's Geronimo? He's living in Chandler for a while.
I thought I was dying.
- You were never dying.
- [Scoffs.]
It's worse.
- What's worse? - Panic attack.
It's gay.
It is not.
You sure you want to chase those horse pills they gave you with tequila? Ah! Rafe dug the shit out of you.
Said you were gonna break my heart.
You didn't come to his funeral.
You called me.
You-You asked me not to.
- You hate funerals! - I wanted to be there! I wanted to honor Rafe! I wanted to be with you! - I did what you asked me to! - You should've been there! I know I should've been there! - Just get outta here! - No.
- [Mutters.]
Where are my keys? - Where do you want to go? I'll drive you.
Chandler.
I am going to Chandler.
Come on.
I'll take you down to Chandler.
- No.
No.
- Yes.
I'll take you to Chandler.
- You can see Darlene and Geronimo.
- [Sobs.]
- Get out, Grace! Just get out! - No.
[Knocking.]
Hi, Nick.
Why didn't you call me from the hospital? Ham wouldn't let me.
Your brother shouldn't be alone- - [Door Closes.]
- And I gotta get back to work.
I don't like the idea of guns in the house.
So I'm taking all this shit with me.
What did the doctor say? He's gonna sleep for a while.
He needs rest and a grief counselor.
Shit.
His keys are in my pocket.
[Sniffs.]
Don't let him drive.
If you have to leave, call me.
I'll come right back.
Can you get the door? Thanks, man.
Okay, Smash.
It's just you and me.
What happened? You get to work early and find a woman, a Latina beaten to shit in your parking lot.
Maybe one of your other buddies, they might finish the job.
Dump her body somewhere else.
But you bring her to the hospital.
- I got nothin' to say to you.
- You startin' to like me? - You didn't tell me to screw myself.
- Screw you.
Enough of this crap, you asshole.
Utz can see you, but can't hear anything.
He thinks you're here 'cause you hurt Rosie.
Probably can't wait to throw you a party.
But what's he gonna do? What are all your buddies gonna do when they find out the truth? You may be a racist, but you're still a human being.
Hell, probably help little old black ladies to church on Sunday.
- Okay.
- Okay, what? Get him out of there.
I saw her behind the Dumpster.
I thought she was dead.
But she was gurgling blood.
So I helped her.
And stole her wallet.
Where is it? Where's Rosie's wallet? - Mr.
Burnell tell you not to speak to us? - [School Bell Rings.]
He tell you not to care? That your niece's death doesn't matter? No.
He never said that.
Twelve years is a long time to work for someone.
You make good money? Send some of it back to Mexico to help your family? - Family sends back letters, pictures, daughters.
- [Sniffling.]
- Whose daughter is Rosie? - Mi hermana.
[Sobs.]
If you want to talk to us, if you have anything to tell us, your boss'll never find out.
The baby was crying.
So I came downstairs to warm the milk.
And Rosie was serving drinks, flirting.
I said to her, "Trabajo.
Get to work.
" - What time was this? - Almost midnight.
Rosie told me one of the men offered her a job and a ride home in his fancy BMW.
[Kate.]
Did she tell you his name? No.
Did you see who she was flirting with? Can you describe him? Mr.
Kernek, you knew Rosie's documents were fake.
The moment you realized that, you knew that both you and your boss were going down.
- It's ludicrous.
- You were seen talking to Rosie at the party.
- I speak to all the hired help.
- What'd you do after the party? - I went home.
- In your BMW? A friend took me home.
[Chuckles.]
Look, take my D.
N.
A.
Hook me up to a lie detector.
I did not kill this womanl Who's your friend? Aw, come on.
Material witness warrants, drag you before a judge- If you have an alibi, Mr.
Kernek, this would be the time to share it.
Carlos Nievos.
- He's a friend? - Yes.
- A close friend? - Yes.
A close friend.
Rosie told her aunt she was going home in a BMW.
DMV's only got two people at the party who roll that way: Burnell's chief of staff and- - And Hank Defranco.
- Yeah.
Contents of Rosie's wallet.
Hank Defranco's business card.
Chief lobbyist for the American Families Union.
Meet Hank Defranco.
Girl from Mexico.
You figure she's a whore.
She wasn't.
So you beat her to death.
Dump her at a skinhead bar.
[Sighs.]
And now we got your D.
N.
A.
Hey, Louie.
How's it goin'? Can I get a Jack and Coke? [Patrons Chattering.]
[Patrons Whooping.]
[Boom Box: Brass Band.]
Whoa! - [Cheering.]
- Moi? You want more? You want more? You want more? Ooh, more? [Laughing.]
- [Squawking.]
- [Crowing.]
That big enough? - Yea! - [Cheering.]
[Clattering, Rustling.]
- Where are my guns? - I took 'em.
Took all of'em.
- What did you think? I'm gonna kill myself? - I don't know, Ham.
[Scoffs.]
I'm not.
I got 12 hours of sleep.
You need 30 hours more.
- I need to take a couple days off.
- Good.
When I come back, Grace, I want a different partner.
Just for a while until I clear my head.
I mean, you've been here for me every step.
I know that.
I know you wanted to be at Rafe's funeral.
Why couldn't I be there? Because you touch me in a place I can't control, Grace.
I need you too much.
What are you talking about? You're my partner.
I love you.
I care about you.
Why are you doing this? I don't have the strength for you now, Grace.
[Whinnying.]