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How'd a water stain get there?

It rained maybe
twice this last year.

It's like
everything's papier mache.

Stop thinking.

I don't like being on a ledge.

Nobody gets rich
on their own money.

I never really knew
what to do with it.

Money.

I see that about myself.

You always said you
want lots of land.

Yes.

But you need
children to leave it to.

It's never really yours.

You don't take it with you.

You don't
take anything with you.

Just yourself,
whatever that was.

I've worked my
whole life, same as you.

And not being poor
is better than the opposite.

My old man back in Chicago,

when I was a kid...

He used to lock me in the basement
when he'd go on a bender.

Usually last the night.
Let me out the next day.

Thought he was
keeping me safe, I guess.

This one time, I was six,

he puts me down there,

and I wake up,

and it's locked.

It had happened before.

Anyways, uh, I guess he
ended up arrested. I guess.

God, baby.

Well...

By the second morning

I was out of food.

The third day, the,
uh, lightbulb burned out.

Pitch black in there.

That's when the rats
started coming out.

I dozed off and...

I felt the thing,
you know, nibbling my finger.

I woke up.

It was,
you know, chewing my finger.

What did you do?

I grabbed it in the dark with my
hands and I started smashing it.

And I just kept smashing it

till it was
nothing but goo in my hands.

Two more days I was in there,

in the dark,

till my dad comes home.

Sometimes I wonder how many
things you have like that

that I don't know about.

Ever since, I wonder,

what if he never comes home?

What if

I'm still in that basement

in the dark?

What if I died there?

That's what that reminds me of.

What?

That water stain.

Something's
trying to tell me that

it's all papier mache.

Something's
telling me to wake up.

Like...

Like I'm not real.

Like I'm only dreaming.

TOD between 4:00 and 9:00
a.m., morning of the 26th.

Tox shows Xanax, alcohol,

also had gonorrhea,
for what it's worth.

Hydrochloric acid on his eyes. Burn
pattern tells us he was on his back.

Lack of spray around the orbital
cavity indicates precision.

Some kind of glass
eyedropper, maybe.

He's our body.

I don't see that changing, so
why don't you all fill me in?

Victim is a key figure
in a state's investigation.

What state investigation?

Newly formed.

We're looking into
various allegations

made against
Vinci in the papers.

Vinci detectives have been on Caspere
as a missing person for two days.

We have the man's house,
which was burglarized.

You want to shut us out,

we'll continue our
investigation autonomously.

In Vinci, so everybody can keep
their little corners to themselves,

but, ladies and gentlemen,
PD is solving this case.

I understand Ventura. How does
the state have any claim here?

Our officer found the body.

This could get you
out from under, Woodrugh.

That actress bullshit. You'd be
detailed as a state's investigator.

The Caspere homicide
is your public investigation.

Looking into Vinci PD
is your confidential mandate,

gathering intel
for a grand jury.

This probe is very important
to the governor's office.

Say this goes your way.

How's it play for my boy here
once the dust settles?

Everything shakes out,

you'll be offered a chance
to remain investigator.

In line for a state
detective shield.

We can wipe away
all that admin hassle.

When this is over,

can I just go back
to being on the bike?

You can see abrasions
on his wrists and ankles,

lividity on his torso.

He was bound upside down,
or close to it.

Attorney general's
office has concerns

about obfuscation on
the part of Vinci PD.

Detective Bezzerides, you'll be
primary commander of the detail.

Secondary is gonna be
a Vinci guy, Velcoro.

Your DB was into
a lot of LA County money.

His house was broken into,
so you're going to Vinci.

Vinci detective with you,
word is he's bent.

Work him. Leverage
something to turn him.

We'll have a full state
probe up inside a week.

Caspere's death is
a window into everything.

And what is
"everything" exactly?

You know anything
about the city of Vinci?

It started out as a vice
haven, early 1900s.

Went industrial in the '20s.

Pushed out residents
from manufacturing zones.

Worst air polluter in the state.

Annually emits or processes 27
million pounds of toxic waste.

Reds tried to stop my grandfather
from industrial rezoning.

Same thing.

Geldof's been after us since
we won the last EPA suit.

It's about money,
Detective Velcoro.

Caspere was
one of the architects

of the community
renewal initiative.

Passing legislature,
our city gets to keep

75% of its county tax
revenue for eight years.

And what's that worth?

About $900 million.

Being kept from
the county general fund.

Hell, Ernst, it's our money.

Vinci's a goddamn success
story in a depressed economy.

State's gonna use the homicide to
dig into whatever they can, Ray.

Wherever the Caspere case goes,
we need you running point.

Control the sprawl. Control
the flow of information.

Dixon is secondary to you,
staging out of Vinci.

You'll be
working under a Ventura

detective
commanding the task force.

That clear to you, Detective?

10-4, Lieutenant.
Just one question.

Am I supposed to
solve this or not?

Just no surprises,
Detective Velcoro.

Ray accepts
dualities must be effected

to, uh, serve public interests.

I really do.

Bound?

Vinyl fabric.

You can see the edge of the
buckle's imprint on both wrists.

Tape residue.

Pelvic wounds are from a
12-gauge at point-blank range.

Some kind of Super X heavy load.

Came after the eye stuff.
Official COD is heart attack.

Trauma-induced.

A coup de grace.

Lividity indicates he was placed

in an upright
position after death.

Spent a few hours that way. Nothing
under his nails, no prints.

No trace at all?

His eyes? What the fuck kind
of modus operandi is that?

Doc said it was
hydrochloric acid.

And a shotgun blast happened.

Torture. Somebody wanted
to know something.

Yeah, his house was tossed.

Somebody's making a move.

What? What does that mean?

You knew Caspere?

There's deals
being done upstate.

A lot of money moving around.

What deals?

You pull my string?
Is that how this works?

Jesus, Frank. The more I know,
the better I can deal with this.

This is what you deal with.

Caspere was important
to this thing I have going on.

I've got to clean it up now.

So, you beat the bushes
until you figure it out.

You ain't no sheriff's brownie.
You're a detective.

Who's your best informant?

Are you serious?

Fucking hell, Raymond.

Yeah, yeah,
that's right. Fuck me.

So good to see you.

Why don't you visit me more?

Just busy. The job.

The job. We haven't
had dinner in ages.

That's why I
brought you this, Ma.

Don't give me that "Ma" shit.

It's too late for us
to start all that now.

Well, you ought
to eat something.

Oh, I don't touch bread.

Peel that skin
off for me, Paulie.

So strong.

I saw your old prom
date the other day.

She got fat.

I remember her. Couldn't wait
to have somebody's baby.

She was nice.
She was nice to me.

All the girls are
nice to you, Paulie.

You haven't
figured that out by now?

Want to stay tonight?
We can watch a Clint movie.

You can have your old room.

I'm working on something.

Just came to see...

Who is she, you scamp?

You rake.

You got hound's blood
just like your daddy.

I'm not gonna be
around for a while.

I've got to work
around LA and the coast.

- Special detail.
- Mmm.

Then stay. We can play cards.

You can have your old room.

You been getting any more shifts
at the restaurant lately?

Not with my carpal tunnel. I'd
lose my state check, anyway.

I thought Bill was letting
you work off the books.

Oh, Bill? Don't talk to me
about that motherfucker.

Are you gonna give yourself
up or do this the hard way?

There ain't no easy
with me. You know that.

Damn. I so hate making a mess.

A lot of paperwork, you know.
It messes with you.

Screw you.
I did my time in prison.

We're listing contents
against insurance audits.

See what was stolen.

Well, somebody was looking for something.
Would explain the torture.

Maybe. Guy really
thought about fucking a lot.

Do you mind?

- Psychiatrist appointments.
- He was seeing a shrink.

We need to call every
appointment in that calendar.

Should check all those circled
dates against his GPS.

Yeah.

You pull off that e-cig.
Not a lot of people do.

This place gets a day-to-day
influx of 70,000 people, right?

Where do they live?

I tried one once. It
felt like it was smoking me.

A real cigarette wouldn't
make you feel like that.

Maybe it was just
a little too close

to, uh, sucking a robot's dick.

I don't know.

Caspere was
my bank on this thing.

My disposal company set this up.

Chemical runoff.
We took the risk.

And that risk afforded you the
chance to buy into the corridor.

But I'm telling you,
that buy was never made.

Caspere had me down
for 12 parcels below Monterey.

Frank, I can only account for
what purchases Caspere completed.

Are you saying that I...

Mr. McCandless,

Mr. Caspere had effectively sold Mr.
Semyon the land

while acting as a
short-term holding company.

All we're trying to do is
ensure the deal for our parcel

goes through
despite Caspere's tragedy.

If you got this
transaction legally

documented,
it shouldn't be hard.

You know we have issues.

If we had a fucking paper trail,

we'd be doing
this through banks.

Well, otherwise I'd say you're
in the unenviable position

of being owed
money by a dead man.

That's $5 million of my money.

Hold it, we were
given to understand

that our partnership
was with Catalast.

Had Mr. Caspere made payment,
it would have been.

And your name
would have been added

to the corporate
charter for the development.

But he didn't.

How do I know that?

We're not gangsters, Frank.

This is unacceptable.

Since Caspere's remaining
interests have been voided,

I can provide you
the same parcel, same price.

$7 million.

The same?

We were quoted 10.

Not by me.

Motherfuck.

Motherfuck me.

We sold off our Vinci assets
to put in with Caspere and...

I went liquid for this deal.

What can I tell you, Frank?
It sounds like Mr. Caspere

was playing fast and
loose with your capital.

I can offer you
the buy-in again,

but it sounds like you're short.

I can get it back.

Find another stake,
it'd be worth your while.

Excuse me.

Shit. Seven, he says?

Seven's the same as
ten to me at this point.

Can't round off zero.

Am I diminished?

Is that my message
to the goddamn...

My business
partner takes my money,

gets tortured and murdered,

and what?

I'm waiting on this Velcoro
burnout to make like Rockford?

Get everybody.

Stan, Ivar, his cousins,
our Glendale people.

Fucking Blake,
wherever the fuck he's been.

Frank, we can look at
your remaining assets.

I don't have any fucking assets.

The house and the poker room
were double mortgaged.

This was fucking everything.

That's what you meant.
Frank, why did you...

Leave it. I'll get it back.

Every dime.

That was maybe a month ago.

September.

Celebrated breaking ground
on the Red Line extension,

and the imminent production
of a major Hollywood movie.

Big news for the city.
And Ben had a hand...

Could you tell us anything about

Mr. Caspere's
demeanor at the party?

Was he with someone? A date?

A woman he had been seeing.

I think.

Can't quite recall her name.

Ernst?

A Miss Tascha, I believe, sir.

He see a lot of girls? Enough
you wouldn't know her name?

I believe Ben maintained
an active social life.

We didn't often
cross paths that way.

We only met over business.

You wouldn't have any pictures
from the party, sir,

by any chance?

Something to help
us identify the girl.

Mr. Caspere was
dedicated to his community.

A community of 95 residents.

He did not seem distressed
by anything last you saw him?

No, just the usual headaches.

County can't
forgive our independence.

And you didn't talk to him much

outside of
business get-togethers?

And cabinet meetings,
occasionally.

Well, thank you, Your Honor.
That'll do us.

Do you recall what
time Mr. Caspere

left your house,
night of the party?

I believe around 11:00,
maybe 12:00.

Around the time things broke up.

With Miss Tascha?

Thank you, Your Honor.

Thank you, Detective.

I'd like to see this
solved as soon as possible.

Got his bank records,
phone calls.

Don't know if he had
any of the lines, though.

I'm starting to think he must
have kept other accounts.

Hey, kid, just save it
for the debrief.

Why are you here? You're not
even an investigator, right?

Special detail.
State owns the case.

Found his lawyer, too. Had to
hump all over LA for this shit.

Oh, and this one fag at the bank

tried, like, hitting on me.

Almost clocked the guy.

Yeah? Why would you do that?

Hey, no trouble here, stud. Just
leave me out of it, all right?

His insurance had these forms.

Items likely stolen
from Caspere's place,

we can put out
pawn sheets on them.

What'd you guys get?

Oh, the young man here,
he got a dynamite anecdote.

Last withdrawal
was five days ago.

Nothing jumps except this. Once a
month, $4,000 cash withdrawal.

Let me see this.

The withdrawals seem
to come around the time

of these blank
days in his calendar.

Did you get his GPS?

Yeah.

Here.

There's nothing on those dates.

Car didn't go anywhere.
Says his Mercedes was a lease.

Well, that makes sense.

Not city. Catalast Group.

Why'd Catalast lease him a car?

Maybe somebody should call them.

You tight with him?

I'm not tight with anybody.

Can I, uh, pick up
here tomorrow?

Sure.

I gotta go.

What?

These coordinates.

They're up north.

Monterey County, Fresno, Gilroy.

A lot of them on weekends.

Hey.

Where's Chad?

He's not coming.

What? Why?

You're gonna ask me why? Really?

You fucking prick.

What, that thing at the school?

I apologized to Chad,
and it's between me and him.

That's not the end of the story

- and you know it.
- How's that?

The police said that someone
beat up Wit Conroy.

Said it had something to do
with a schoolyard altercation.

Well, I don't know
anything about that,

but sometimes, uh, a good beating
provokes personal growth.

It's not like you know
any other way, right?

God damn it.

Chad gets anxious
when he has to be around you.

Do you get that?
Do you even see it?

- That's bullshit.
- We talk,

we build models, we write
letters, I got him this recorder.

And how many times
has he written you back?

He needs me, all right,
even if he doesn't know it.

And if he gets anxious,
it's probably because he knows

he's gonna have to listen to his
mom talk shit about his dad.

You... You're bad, Ray.

You're a bad person.

And you're bad for my son.

Don't say that.

You know me.

We had something and...

What I done for you, things
started to slip away from me...

No, you didn't do
that for me, Ray.

Don't you dare say
that you did that for me.

I had a right by any
natural law. I had a right.

I came to tell
you this in person.

Richard didn't want me to.

I'm getting an emergency
writ for supervised visits.

What? No.

We're petitioning
for sole custody.

What?

No, why?

Because this can't
go on. It can't.

I mean, look at yourself.

You will not...
No. Please, please, don't.

You used to have
something, a decency.

You were good at being decent

until something happened.

You were fine as long
as everything else was fine.

But then something happened

and you weren't strong
enough to stay decent.

And now...
You won't get away with it.

I will burn this entire fucking
city to the ground first.

I'll petition for
a paternity test, too, Ray.

If you make me.

Don't. Please. Please, don't.

Don't do that, please.

God damn it, look, he's all I...

All right, I'm a piece of shit,

but that boy is all I have
in my entire shitty life.

No, babe.

Then don't you know
he deserves better?

Oh, fuck. Son of a bitch.

- Some asshole just rear-ended my car.
- Look, you mother...

Fuck.

Fuck!

Son of...

Oh, fuck.

Next time, we put you in trunk.

Fuck!

Jesus, buddy.
What was that about?

Oh, God, thank you. Fuckin'...

Why would somebody
come after you like that, guy?

I mean, that was crazy, right?

I don't know. They just...

What did you do to
piss somebody off?

Can you think of anything?
What does that mean?

I don't know what that
means. I'm asking you.

What you might have did to get
guys like that after you.

Wait, do I know you?

I've never seen you before,
but I saw the whole thing.

And I wish we could
figure out what you did.

Like some kind of behavior that guys
like that would have issue with.

Like mouthed off,
or made a gesture,

or you run a book
in Vinci sweatshops.

What? Is that what this is?

Is what what what is? Is
that what you think this is?

It just seems to me like you
pissed off some serious people.

Maybe you ought to,
uh, take more care.

Just a thought, pal.

Velcoro and Bezzerides to see Dr.
Pitlor. We called ahead.

You do surgeries here?

Only cosmetic.

The clinic employs a small
group of medical professionals

who cover a variety of services.

This is quite a shock.

Anything he might have
told you that indicated

trouble, enemies?

The reputation of this clinic rests
on its discretion, Officers.

Confidentiality.

Your patient was murdered.
He's got no living family.

Somebody burned out
his eyes with acid, Doc.

Well, of course I
am willing to help.

I would hope I can, at least.

What were you treating him for?

A number of things.
Neuroses, anxiety,

a painful past, like many.

Guilt.

Guilt over what?

Ben had a weakness
for young women.

Paying for them,
more specifically.

He frequented escorts,

although it ignited in him
tremendous shame and self-loathing,

which resulted in further
damaging tendencies.

Old cycles.

How long had he been seeing you?

About three years.

Was he making any progress,
his therapy?

I like to think so. His
relapses were less frequent,

and he didn't compound them
with further damaging behavior.

His habit, did he ever
mention any girls by name?

Favorite service? Favorite girl?

No, not that I recall, but I'd be
willing to go back over my notes.

What about the name Tascha?
He, uh, ever mention her?

Did he ever mention violence?
Trouble with a girl, a pimp?

He was sexually obsessed,
but he was not aggressive.

More passive.

That's about as detailed as I'll
get airing Ben's personal issues.

This was helpful. Thank you.

Your ID said
Antigone Bezzerides.

Are you related to Eliot
Bezzerides by any chance?

You know him?

I used to,
a bit, a long time ago.

I did some social theory
with the Good People.

He had a daughter, I remember.

Good Lord, was that you?

I left all that behind.

It was a fucked-up place.

Well, all kinds of
secrets in the world.

All kinds of truth.

Five kids living there
when I was growing up.

Two are in jail now,
two committed suicide.

How's that for social theory?

And the fifth?

She became a detective.

To curb public speculation
in this homicide,

it's become necessary to
announce that our offices

are conducting a criminal probe

into the incorporated city
of Vinci in LA County.

This investigation
is long overdue.

And we ask all state and city
officials to cooperate...

Attorney General
just announced a shakedown.

You're not supposed
to bring that here.

It's short 10.

When you took over from Gene
Slattery, we established terms.

Short wasn't part of it, Frank.

I'm pulling some stuff together.
Adding revenue streams.

I just need a couple of weeks.

I sold the rent farms
and waste disposal business

to pull together corridor money.
You know that.

You still owe
the poker room kickback.

Sell some of that
land if you need to.

Caspere died with my
money in his pocket.

I've had outside the poker room.

Think they can
turn a higher gross.

Higher vig.

What outside interest?

Just so you know,
it's a seller's market.

You seriously gonna
bust my balls over 10 G's?

I kept this place
tight as a drum six years.

Who squashed the undocumented
workers alliance?

That hit and run?

Your son's face was so coke-dusted
he looked like a clown.

Tony, yeah.

My son, I fear,

is losing his fucking mind.

Like his departed mother.

Some people can't
handle the deep trip.

I fear he is a destroyer.

In my day, you understand, it was
about consciousness expansion,

tracing the unseen web.

Children are a disappointment.

Remain unfettered, Frank.

They closer on
who killed Caspere?

Catalyst is
taking over his action.

Everything's happening.

My farkakte offspring I will
set up with a club in Oakland.

Let him be a boy
prince elsewhere.

Whoever killed Caspere,
they have my money.

How's that?

The holding company is empty.

The land was never purchased, and
I'm fucked out of my life's work.

Now I need a direction
to turn, Austin.

Or I may just start
pulling down walls.

That doesn't sound
like a smart play, gever.

Innuendo is nobody's friend.

You're not worried
whoever did Caspere

might be part of
something bigger?

Muscling in on the corridor,
secret handshakes and whatnot.

Ben had his own charity,

and what punched his ticket could
have come from some personal pocket.

Nobody muscles me, Frank.

State attorney will get his
piece, Caspere will get closed,

the world will turn,
uncaring of our struggles.

They close Caspere,

I want a tip.

I want time alone
with the guy that did it.

You are industrious, Frank.

I want to see you
make it through this.

Who wants to move
on the poker room?

Kickback's an extra 15 next week, Frank.
22.50 the week after.

You don't come through then,

I have to
entertain other interests.

It's business.

Sure.

Now this is making
some sense, right?

It explains his home decor.

Nine to one, the cash withdrawal

every month was
a hooker blowout.

Guy's regularly in touch
with criminal elements.

Pimps,

they break in,
tortured him somewhere.

Probably trying to
get access to assets.

I think it's
more twisted than that.

What was done to him,
that shit in his house.

He's into a lot of
stuff we're just scratching.

Well, we can have Woodrugh
work prosts, escort services.

He'd be smooth for that.

Sure.

You know that expression
about flies and honey?

Mmm. The fuck do I want
with a bunch of flies?

Well, you don't have flies,
you can't fly-fish.

What is this fucking place?

Yeah. Suburban flight,

heavy manufacturing
moves inland or overseas,

plants close.

Except here,
a bunch of good capitalists

ran in for cheap leases,
tax incentives,

immigrant labor,
sweatshop economics.

You don't have
a problem with that?

No, my strong suspicion is
we get the world we deserve.

Why are you here? This place?

I did time in the LA Sheriff's.

I just needed better pay.

Regular hours.

I had a son.

They told you
about me, I'm sure.

Yeah, bosses said
you're a solid investigator.

I know you wouldn't think it,
but I don't bullshit.

What would you say if you did?

Can I tell you what you
may or may not have heard,

but almost definitely will
hear about my busted marriage?

Rumors have me killing this piece
of filth who hurt my wife.

Same rumors put me in hock
to a Southland mob.

And if you know who to ask, you
might hear I like to get wet

now and then from
a number of bad habits.

- Any of that true?
- Oh, yeah.

Which parts?

Bad habits.

Never lost one yet.

You?

Oh, I don't distinguish
between good and bad habits.

What's with all the knives?

Could you do this job
if everyone you encountered

could physically overpower you?

I mean, forget police work.

No man could walk around like
that without going nuts.

So, they're equalizers.
Makes sense.

No, I'd still wear them
even if I wasn't on the job.

Fundamental difference
between the sexes

is that one of them can kill the
other with their bare hands.

Man of any size
lays hands on me,

he's gonna bleed
out in under a minute.

Well, just so you know,
I support feminism.

Mostly by having
body image issues.

What's that thing
Pitlor mentioned?

Your dad, the Good People?

It was this, like, commune around
Guerneville in the late '70s, '80s.

Hippie shit.

You had to look out
for yourself, huh?

That's you.

Look, I'm, uh, trying to effect
transparency between us.

The reason being...

I don't know if you know this,

but us, the investigation,

I don't think it's
supposed to work.

Why is that?

State attorney's investigation.

They must have tapped you.
You know, the kid, too.

Why wouldn't they have a team of
state grand jury investigators

working Vinci instead
of just you and the kid?

Why wouldn't the SA
do a full-court press on this?

You want honest?

Tell me, how
compromised are you?

Anyways, good night.

What is that?
Why didn't you tell me?

- What the fuck?
- Hmm?

'Cause that right there is a
bunch of unbridled horseshit.

You've read about the girl.

Goes to jail for
one more fuckup,

tries to say I
did something wrong.

That's it.

Then why didn't you tell me?

'Cause I don't want
to think about it.

Are you gonna lose your job? No.

I got a new assignment
through the state attorney.

I'm gonna be a detective after.

Listen, this paper
talks about you

being in this Black
Mountain Security thing.

I told you, I don't
talk about the desert.

But this Black Mountain Security,
they did things, bad...

So that's it? You're just...
You're just taking off?

Come on, I just told you.

I gotta go to LA
to work for a while.

Special detail.
Special investigator.

That's it.

God, you smell like a bar rag.

They say vodka don't smell,
but that's bullshit.

You smell just like my uncle.

I'm just going
down south a while.

- Mmm-hmm.
- That's it.

And your apartment?

Still there, Em.

What are you doing?

I can't do this
anymore. I tried.

It's work.

It's a good thing, Em.

No.

You barely talk.

I don't know your family.
You don't want to know mine.

- Who are you?
- Oh, fuck off.

Who the fuck am
I supposed to be?

I don't know who
you're supposed to be.

Jesus Christ.

Yeah, fuck off. Go.

God, whatever happened
to you, I can't fix it.

There's nothing wrong with me.

I'll call you this weekend.

Don't. I don't want
to hear from you, Paul.

You can't give
me more than this.

You're not... You're not right.

Sometimes I'm with you
and I can tell that...

Fuck it.

I gotta go.

Don't come back.

It's on you, not me.

I can't see you again, Paul.

You hurt me seeing you.

You're doing this.

This isn't me doing this.

This isn't me.

Frank.

Surprised you're visiting
this pit you stuck me with.

It's hard work up in here.

I gotta say, being back
in here, I don't miss it.

Seems like
a headache looking back.

Fucking right, it's a headache.

Vendors, purchase
orders, licenses.

Every one of these bitches
think that she's Pretty Woman.

I need to know if any of your girls
knew a guy, liked young trim.

Maybe, like, a few months ago.

He booked a date at his place.

In Vinci? The big house?

No, this place small. In Hollywood.
Took-over home.

You remember where it was?

Go ahead, girl, speak.

I write them down.

Danny says you pay attention to
streets, always know where you are.

This guy, he do anything scary?

Anything might have
pissed somebody off?

No. He kind of weak, you say?

Just, uh, want to watch.

Write it down where you met him.

I hope this goodwill does not go
unnoticed on your end, Frank.

Everybody needs friends, see?

This is
Hollywood Division Vice Squad.

Please leave your message after the
beep and we'll get back to you.

This is Detective Bezzerides
with state police detail 93009.

I was hoping to speak
with a vice detective...

If you are satisfied with
your message, press one.

Yeah.

Yo, you
remember that missing girl?

I talked to her old roommate.

Said Vera last called
her a couple months ago.

Asked if anybody had
come around looking for her.

I checked her phone
records and a call

came from a Guerneville address.

How's it going down there?

It's a pain in the ass,
you know?

Not much so far. It's, um... Might
be a hooker job, some pimp.

Let me let you go.
Catch up tomorrow?

Sure.

Bye.

Wait for me!

How's that for detecting?

Caspere had another house.
Place he brought girls.

You check it out?

No, I don't want to go near it.

And my people ain't exactly
proficient in evidence handling.

Figured you'd go in as police,

see what you can,
see what I might need to know.

Grab anything that pushed towards
Caspere's dealing with land purchases.

Yeah, what's going on with that?

Money. Place is about
to be worth a whole lot more.

This is Hollywood.

So?

Listen, I've been
wanting to ask you,

things shake out like I expect,

this time next year, you
might be Chief of PD, Vinci.

How'd that be?

Chief? I don't want that, Frank.

Did I ask you if you want that?
What's up with you, huh?

I'm lining stuff
up for you here.

That job pays 300K a year.

You could hire a hell of a
family lawyer for that.

That right there.

You, uh...

You remember how
we got together?

I remember you dumping a body.

The reasons for
all this, all that,

might not exist for
me anymore. You see?

I got no reason to keep at this.

Meaning you'd consider life
in prison, what, a positive?

No, I ain't saying that either.

What, you have other
options here I'm not privy to?

Everybody's got the one option,

you want it bad enough.

You used to be a hard man.

I'm tired.

Then get some sleep.

After you check the place out.

Get back to me.

And, Ray?

I don't want to hear
you talk like that again.

You want another beer, Ray?

No, uh, I gotta
take off, I guess.

He's keeping you busy.

Yes, ma'am.

You ought to take some time.

A vacation.

Have you ever been to
San Miguel de Allende?

- No.
- That's where I'm from.

Mountains,
waterfalls, this plaza.

Well, that sounds really nice.

Maybe I could show
it to you sometime.

I think the only way I get
a vacation is if I croak.

You should get
another job, then.

It's too late for that, darlin'.

That and about
a million other things.

Your money.

That's not mine.