All language subtitles for Truth.Be.Told.S03E05

Where's Trini?
Don't you die on me, you motherfucker.

Where's Trini? Where is she?

Where is my baby?

You okay? You okay?

Trey was our best lead to find Trini, Pop.

So, no. I'm the fucking opposite of okay
right now.

He may have been our best lead,
but he wasn't our only one.

Look…

Eva and I think
Andrew Finney may be a trafficker

and that he's involved
with Trini's disappearance.

Mayoral candidate Andrew Finney?

What are you talking about?
You think he took Trini?

Yes, indirectly.

Remember the chains from the Gilded Karat?

Yeah, bought by that woman.
Alicia Rodriguez. The campaign manager.

-Yes. She purchased them on his orders.
-Yeah.

Well, what did he say?

If he's involved,
we can't let him know we're onto him.

-Poppy--
-It would just--

It would put Trini in even greater danger.

-We cannot tap dance around this lead.
-Then help us look into him.

Markus, you see things
that other people can't.

All right, I'll--

I'll get a few of my guys
to help me do some digging.

-Solicitations, expunged cases.
-Right.

Anything that we can connect
to trafficking.

I'm gonna keep digging around
the recording studio.

Someone must've seen something.

All right. Well, just keep me posted.

Hey.

-Do you need to go to a meeting?
-No. I just need this nightmare to end.

I'll talk to you later.

I've asked my dad and the Capstones

to help find some of the artists

that went through the studio.

Local boys who might've known Trey.

I wouldn't hold out hope.
But, what about the studio itself?

Remember Rochelle?

Her name is on the lease.

I'm headed back down to OPD.
Try and talk to her again.

And then there's this symbol.

It matches what we found
in Drea's motel room.

Wow.

I would've never guessed this was you.

It's Finney's tattoo. His special brand.

The one he would only give
his prettiest girls

that he would send to the rich johns.

Wait.
Is that why Trey was at Castle Tracks?

Marking Trini before sending her off
to Finney's circle?

I hope not.

Hold on.

Wait.

There were no tattoos on Drea.

So, why was a needle in her room?

Maybe Trey tried to brand her
and it got left behind?

What if she knew what it would lead to,
fought back, and he killed her?

If I would've known
what that tattoo would mean,

yeah,
I would've fought back like hell too.

These johns, it's their wealth.

It makes them more entitled, more cruel.

Yeah, not that Finney gave a shit.

He would send me right back out.

I couldn't even stop to take a shower.

Don't you worry. We'll get him.

I'm thinking of paying Alicia a visit.

Just trying to suss out
who's in Finney's inner circle.

Well, just be careful.

-We don't know if we can trust her yet.
-I got it.

Getting people to trust me
is my specialty.

-Hey, Rina, look. I--
-I've been messaging Trini's followers.

TikTok, Snapchat… Questeur.

There's nothing.

-I can help.
-I got it.

Hey, Frankie.
Where are we with Andrew Finney?

Yeah. As far back as you can, man.

And as fast as you can.

I'm proud to say
that the Bay of the Bulbs Community Garden

has thrived since its inception.

With time and some nurturing,

the seeds that we have planted here have
grown into a strong and vibrant garden.

Which is why that transformation
is the perfect symbol…

At least he's offsetting
his carbon footprint.

What are you doing here?

All right, here we go.

I need to talk to you, Alicia. Can we…

Yeah.

What's going on?

I'm worried that Andrew Finney
and his associates

are doing some very illegal shit.

And I don't want you,
or anybody caught up in that.

Illegal?
Are you talking about the chains again?

Sort of. It's hard to explain.

Look, Andrew is the kindest,
most hardworking, sincere person.

There's something I have to tell you.

But if I tell you, I risk losing you.
And that is not what I want.

Hey. I don't want that either.

Eva, you can tell me anything.

Andrew Finney sexually trafficked me
when I was 15.

What?

I-- That can't be right.

Why would I lie? I mean, think about it.

Doesn't Cuban link chains
seem a little unusual as donor gifts?

I don't know. I guess.

I thought people gave them to their kids.

They were giving them to pimps.
Pimps who funnel young girls to them.

This is crazy.

This is crazy.

And if he knew you in that context,
why would he risk being around you?

Maybe he just doesn't recognize me,
or he doesn't remember me.

And this is almost 30 years ago.
I was just a kid.

Oh, God. I feel like I'm gonna vomit.

Baby, it's okay. It's okay.

It's gonna be okay.

Did you target me…

because you knew that I worked for Andrew?

At first.

But then I got to know you,
and everything changed.

And that's why
I'm trusting you with this now.

Please.

I can't work for him
knowing what he did to you. I'll resign.

No.

Me and Poppy Scoville,
we're building a case against him.

But we need somebody on the inside.

If you stay, you could help us.

What do I have to do?

Property records, phone records,

donor lists, his schedule.

Anything that you can give us.

Finney is sending underage girls…

somewhere.

And we have to find out where.

All right. All right, just give me
a couple of hours.

Thank you, baby. Thank you.

It's gonna to be so weird
pretending like everything's normal.

No, babe.

It's not that hard.
I've been doing it for years.

Shit.

-Hey. Is Alicia gonna play for our team?
-She is. But we got a situation.

Markus just got here.
I think he's about to confront Finney.

Well, you can't let that happen.

Finney might get spooked and force Trini
even deeper into the shadows.

-Markus is a grown-ass man.
-You have to stop him.

Hey, hey, hey. Don't.

No. No, I can't wait.
I need to talk to him now.

Why? You think
he's gonna spill everything to you?

Look, I know. I get it.

You wanna do something.

Yeah, I wanna find my daughter.

I think Finney's guilty too,
but we have to prove his involvement.

Why you so pressed to take him down?

Because I think he's responsible
for Drea's murder and Trini's abduction.

Isn't that enough?

I'm about to get his schedule.

We can't tip him off,

so we could do nothing
or we could take a ride.

Hey.

Deigning to speak to me inside.
Must be my lucky day.

Well, it certainly isn't mine.

Your friend over here is saying
he can't find Rochelle in the system.

She was released.

-What?
-All charges dropped.

No, that can't be right.

Well, Drea's case is closed. Trey did it.
I already spoke to Charise.

So did I. But how does that
let Rochelle off the hook?

She lied to the police.
She had Drea's necklace.

She even recruited girls.
Was there nothing you could hold her on?

That is item number 463
I don't like about the OPD.

Right behind the automatic toilets
that flush too early.

I know that look.

Is there anyone I need to call ahead
to warn?

I doubt you have enough time
to call everybody working the blade.

Aames.

Just be careful with Rochelle.

I got your warrant
to search Victor Ignas's cabin.

How did this come through so fast?

-You tell me.
-Emily Mills.

Well, hopefully, something in that cabin

explains why Victor lied
about his relationship with Peter.

Fuck that. Let's close this case.
I miss my kids.

Yeah, so do I.

-Thanks, Gary, for your help.
-Shit.

I bet you a hundred bucks that's the first
time he's ever picked up a broom.

Yafet fled unimaginable conditions
in Eritrea

to create a brand-new life
here in Oakland.

He built this place with hard work.

Now you're a champion of immigrants?
Get the fuck out of here.

…hoodlums raided his shop.

Another terrifying example of
the smash-and-grab epidemic

that is plaguing the Bay.

When I was a City Council member,

I built a rock-solid relationship
with the chief of police.

And I am calling upon him now to institute
the same anti-gang initiatives

that OPD has used in the past
to great success.

Yeah, "success" my ass.

I was in OPD back then.

Nothing but shaking down Black folks
for sport.

You know, I never stopped to ask.
How are you and Zarina holding up?

At the moment, I'm not sure that we are.

Our history is complicated.

I hear you on complicated history.

Gary, thank you.
Thanks for helping out here today.

Oh, Alicia, great. Thank you.

This is Alicia. This is Yafet.

Markus, look. The box.

Be in touch with Alicia. Thank you.

-What do you think? More chains?
-Probably. Let's see.

There's no location on his next stop.
It just says, "personal time."

All right then.

Let's go spend some personal time
with Andrew Finney.

I heard about Trini from the Capstones.

-I'm so sorry this is happening.
-Thank you.

I don't know how you did it
when Drea went missing.

And I'm so sorry that I missed you
at the repast.

I wanted to stay, but then
I had an emergency at the hospital, and--

Please. It's all right.

How can I help?

You want me to answer your phone
while you rest?

You need groceries? Anything.

Well, actually,

I've been going through Trini's social
media and messaging her followers.

Wow. This is long.

I marked anyone who seemed sketchy,
and maybe you know someone,

and we can ask Aames.

See if they have a record.

I'm happy to help.

Thank you.

I just-- I don't know what else to do.

The Capstones will turn up something.

I know it.

We know you've been fucking
around Castle Tracks, Wawa.

Tell us who else
has been working with Trey.

I swear I don't know shit!

Boy.

Come on, man!

Shreve,
OPD's been rounding up Capstones.

Shit.

Let's go.

Trey was supposed to take me
to get Dippin' Dots at Raging Waters.

Maybe we should do,
like, a memorial for him or something.

-That's a dope idea.
-Shut the fuck up.

Your job is to earn, and you hoes
been slacking while I was gone.

-But Trey just passed away.
-Bitch, I ain't Trey.

Matter of fact, I'm gonna up your quota.

'Cause you can't whine
with a dick in your mouth.

Rochelle, Rochelle, Rochelle.

I'm surprised to see you
bossing these nice, young girls around.

Word on the street
is there's a new bottom bitch.

Mimi?

She was Trey's sidepiece, right?

Mimi?

That dumb snow bunny
can't even run herself.

You don't know what you're talking about.

Well, if you're still the bottom,
why don't you have your own room?

It's all over the blade
that you are on a bunk bed now.

Which one of you bitches
spreading lies on the track, huh?

What, you wanna get sent to a mixer
up in Claremont Hills?

End up like Sunshine, with one of those
pervy fucks carting you off to Tajikistan?

Hey, hey, hey.

It's me.

I'm the one starting the rumors.

You play games with me,
I play games with you.

Watch yourself.

Look, this is a waste of time.

He's not gonna be trafficking girls
in broad daylight.

I should go over and talk to him.

No, Markus. You know we can't do that.

-Hi. Sorry I'm late.
-Hey, you.

What did you do?

Are you f--
Are you kidding me right now?

-Happy birthday, baby.
-Oh, baby.

We've been following this man
just to catch him spoil his wife?

-No, it's a front. No.
-Come on, man.

Guys like that,

they gotta make everyone believe
that they're upstanding citizens.

Including their families.

You know what? Fuck this. I'm out.

Where are you going?

I can't keep chasing my tail.

Fine. I'll stay on him by myself.

What the hell is your endgame? No, really.

No principal cares that much
about a student.

And why you so obsessed with him?

I'm sorry.
I'm going home to see my family.

-Look what I got you.
-Oh, baby. It's the one I wanted.

-Here you go.
-Thank you.

Look at this.

I didn't realize Drea followed Trini.

I didn't either. That's her handle, huh?

There's so much I didn't know about her.

I'm sorry. I know Drea's case is closed,
but I shouldn't have asked you to do--

No. No, it feels good to help.

Everybody keeps telling me how relieved
I must be that Drea's killer's gone,

but I just feel sad.

I panic when I think that
we lost our only connection to Trini.

Then I panic when I start thinking about
what could be happening to her right now.

When I'm not mad, I'm crying.

How the hell did you handle
nine months of Drea being missing?

So many times
I damn near started using again.

But then I kept reminding myself
that my little girl was relying on me,

and only me, to bring her home.

I mean, I did everything myself.

Made calls, copied flyers,
went door to door.

You did all that yourself?

I alienated pretty much everybody
during my addiction.

But all of that changed
once Markus got involved.

I mean, you have no idea what a difference
it made to know that someone else cared.

And with everything he's got going on,
he still offers to take me to meetings.

You got a good one.

Say hello to Finney Fort Knox.

Donors, mailing lists, calendars.

-Alicia came through.
-Amazing.

I found Rochelle.
She mentioned something about a mixer

in Claremont Hills. Ring any bells?

Something they started after my time.

Reconsidered.

Yo, I need champagne, ten bottles.

Do you know how many of these I get a day?
You are the least funny.

Come on now.
I like the Oak Creek booze, and so does T.

Aubrey? Aubrey, this is Poppy.

Yes.

Is Trini okay? Are you safe?

This party's getting buck wild.

People might leave
if they don't get their bubbly.

-Where are you?
-I'm not sure.

I need something, honey.
Anything about where you are.

Yeah. The big-ass house in the hills.
You can't miss it.

On the corner.
Come straight through the front.

-Don't wander off near the putt-putt.
-A putting green?

That's right. And don't go near--

Aubrey?

-Shoot!
-Okay.

Mansions in the hills.
That's Montclair, that's Piedmont--

Claremont Hills,
where Rochelle said there'd be a mixer.

Roger Errons.

Lives in Claremont Hills.
Donated $300,000 to Finney's campaign.

Putting green.

I'm guessing you recognize that.

No? I'll jog your memory.

We got a warrant to search your cabin.

We found this
and dozens just like it inside.

Am I being charged with something?

Shit.

Yeah, you're gonna smell real nice
for those boys in San Quentin.

Felony drugs and kidnapping.

-Way to overachieve, Victor.
-That's not mine.

You lied to me about Peter Reynolds.

-You wanna lie to me about this?
-I'm not.

Victor, I am tired. I'm so fucking tired.

And I am tired of the tip line cranks.

I am tired of splitting my focus.

I am tired of missing my son and I'm tired
of girls vanishing from this city.

-Where is Emily Mills?
-I don't know.

No! I swear!

Yes, I lied. I lied, but just about Peter.

Okay? I'm supposed to be sober.

He's my drug buddy and he needed a favor,

and I just--

He gave me a hookup.
Just a couple of toots, gratis.

-What kind of favor?
-Banking.

I used to dabble in accounting
before I took up coding

and he needed a few complicated accounts
set up offshore.

-The Caymans, to be exact.
-That sounds shady, Victor.

It's all legal! Mostly, I think.

Account numbers. Routing info.
Banking names. All of it. Now.

Bag this.

Hey.

I think we may have
found Trini and Aubrey.

Holy shit. Where? How?

Claremont Hills,
but she's at the risk of being moved.

Possibly out of the country.

All right. Send me whatever you got.
I'll get a warrant.

I will, but listen, be careful.

The people who may be trafficking her
are connected and powerful.

Like politically, monetarily?

Like all of the above.

Andrew Finney could be involved.

Are you fucking kidding me?

I wish I were.

All right. I'll call my favorite judge.

I'll personally pick
the team that goes in.

Hey, sweetheart.

-Everything okay?
-Daddy.

What's wrong?

We may have found Trini and Aubrey
in Claremont Hills.

If I sent you the address,
could the MC ride up there?

Of course.

But it'll only be me, Troup and Leo.

Wait, why?

OPD's been rounding up my men.

Seventeen, 18 of 'em
busted on bullshit charges.

That's almost the whole crew.

Probably Finney's doing.

Okay, w-- Listen, Aames is gonna
get a warrant, so do not go in. Please.

This is strictly observational.

What's your gut tell you?

That I wish I had eyes on it.

Then my eyes are your eyes. I'll be there.

I love you.

Hey, can I get you some tea?

-How about a back rub?
-Come here.

-Damn!
-Yeah.

That baby is on the move.

Yeah, for the last hour.

-God.
-Wow.

I remember when I was pregnant with Trini,
and this used to freak me out.

The protrusions
and the ripples in the stomach,

made me feel like
there was an alien in there. God.

What about now?

It means life.

And I appreciate it.

I appreciate a lot of things.

I love you. I never stopped.

I love you too.

And we are gonna be okay.

Shit.

Wait, wait. I thought you said
this judge was your friend.

I am sorry, Poppy.

He won't sign the warrant.
He is citing lack of evidence.

All we got is a kid at a party.

I'll keep trying. Don't do anything rash.

Just hang tight.

Hey, some of those mixer girls
can be smuggled to other countries.

-If we don't get to Trini now--
-I know.

Aames is doing everything he can,
and I cannot ask my father to go in there.

If this were Emily Mills,
the OPD would already be there by now

with the FBI and Seal Team Six.

What if Emily Mills were there?

Or everyone thought she was.

Getting OPD to raid the mixer
thinking Emily Mills is there?

Just a thought.

You could go live.

What other choice do we have, Poppy?

Your elderly father and two bikers?

Half the johns will be
on their way to the Maldives by then.

Come on. Give me one good reason why not.

Reginald Haney.

Who?

My first editor at Mercury News.

I can still hear his voice
ringing in my head.

"The truth is all you have, Poppy.
Don't fuck it up."

But the truth isn't all you have!

Poppy, you have discernment.
You have compassion.

You have the wisdom to know
when some untruths are worth it.

This could ruin my entire career!

My friendships, my marriage,
all were laid on that altar.

If Finney becomes mayor…

how many Dreas and Melanies,
and Trinis will he exploit?

I know.

Do you?

You are all Trini has.

You and your podcast.

-We can't let him get away with this.
-I know.

Come on.

Okay.

But after we do it,
I'm going out to that house alone.

-You can't go.
-No.

Listen, you were just at the fundraiser.

We can't run the risk of
him seeing you at this party too.

What if he recognizes you or figures out
who you are or that you outed him?

It's too dangerous.

You can't go.

You're right.

I'll stay here in case Aubrey calls back.

Okay, I'm--

Jot down some thoughts before we go live.

Good evening.

I usually come to you
edited and perfected,

because you deserve
the best version of me.

But today, I am speaking to you live
out of urgency.

All season I've been chronicling

the disappearances of
Black and brown girls in Oakland,

specifically related to trafficking.

Through careful investigation,

I believe that I've uncovered
the location of one of them.

I've done my due diligence

and presented all of the evidence
to the Oakland Police Department.

But they claim it's not enough.

And right now, this girl remains
in grave danger, held against her will.

I have since received a tip

that Emily Mills
may also be at this location.

The OPD has done a lot of
crowing in front of the cameras

about their hunt for this girl.

Is it all a front?

Empty promises to redeem
their tarnished reputation?

To the men and women of the OPD,

are you willing to do whatever it takes
to find these innocent girls?

Are you?

My name is Poppy Scoville
and I need you to reconsider.

-Hey, baby. Wake up.
-Oh, my God.

-It's Trini.
-What?

Look, I just spoke to Poppy.
She thinks she might know where Trini is.

Oh, my God. Let's go!

Listen, I'll go. Okay?
You shouldn't even get out of bed.

This baby's gonna be fine.
Wherever you go, I go.

Zarina, we have no idea
what we're gonna find.

And that's why we go together.

Let's go.

Fuck it.

-Get all teams inside.
-Copy.

Teams of four.

Two through the font,
two through the sides.

-Emily Mills? Emily?
-Emily? Emily Mills!

Emily?

-Emily Mills?
-Okay.

Emily Mills?

Check upstairs.
Emily Mills, are you in there?

Are you okay?

-I'm scared.
-I'm scared too.

Trini?

Trini?

Hello?

Whoever is behind this door, I want you
to know that I'm not gonna hurt you.

My name is Poppy Scoville.

I'm a friend of Trini Killebrew.
Maybe you know her?

I want you to know that I'm here with you.

You're safe. I'm not gonna hurt you.
Come on out.

I know you.

Melanie?

Melanie Sanchez?

Oh, honey, we've been looking for you
for a long time.

Just make sure you send somebody.

Fast.

-Are you okay?
-I don't know.

-Trini! That's my daughter! Move!
-Trini! No, move!

-What's going on?
-Baby!

-Trini! Trini, baby! Baby.
-Trini!

It's okay.

It's all right, baby. It's okay.

-Daddy, I told you not to go in.
-I had to.

Well, are you okay? What's wrong?

I'm fine.

I saw 'em leaving.
I couldn't just sit there.

I know.

It's gonna be okay.
Trini's gonna come home.

I'm proud of you.

Hell no. No, no fucking way!

Who are they talking to?

-I don't know.
-How long will she be gone, miss?

My name is Peggy.

She'll be in Child Protective Services
until you've been vetted

-and cleared of possible child neglect.
-What?

I'm sorry. It's for her own safety.

Honey?

-Mom.
-This is--

It's gonna be okay, baby. Okay?

We'll get you home real soon. All right?

-It's okay. It's okay, baby. It's okay.
-Okay?