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Hi, I'm Jeffrey Tanner.

Welcome to Sophe.

We all know the Internet
changed the world.

Into what?

It can be a platform
to bring us together

or to tear us apart.

I know, because I spent my life

trying to turn it into something

that would connect us all.
Then...

I love you, Dad.
My daughter was murdered.

Nothing else mattered anymore.

Everyone was sure
they knew who did it...

The police, my exwife...

But I was convinced the
wrong man had been convicted

and the real killer
was still out there.

So together with my team,
I built Sophe,

a crowdsource
crime solving platform

powered by the smartest,
most diverse,

independent collection of
detectives on the planet:

You.

Let's get to work.

Previously
on Wisdom of the Crowd...

Nell DeGraf sent
a ceaseanddesist,

claiming Sophe's running code
stolen from AllSourcer.

Are you saying AllSourcer
does actually own the code?

And anything that's
a direct result of it.

But that's everything.

That's all of Sophe.
Make nice with Nell.

And give her a stake
in Sophe? No.

Tell him I might know
who killed Mia Tanner.

You should've just kept
your mouth shut about that girl.

I thought you said
these depositions

were meant to happen
on neutral ground.

This is neutral ground.

You know,

somewhere between
a Renaissance fair

and Henry VIII's
favorite whorehouse.

All this over 136 lines of code.

And you, of course.

They're ready for us, Jeffrey.

Are we absolutely certain
we don't want

to just sell AllSourcer
an interest in Sophe,

and make all of this go away?

Yes. Yes.

All right.

Shall we?

Let's get this out of the way.

Don't want to keep Cruella
de Vil waiting any longer.

Let's try and keep things civil,
shall we, Jeffrey?

Jeffrey. Always a pleasure.

Although I wish it were under
different circumstances.

Which circumstances? You mean,
the fact that you've hired

this... '80s movie villain
to hijack my ideas

because you're
constitutionally incapable

of coming up with your own?

Shall we begin?

Fire when ready.

Mr. Tanner, in your capacity

as the former CEO of AllSourcer,

can you tell us how the company
first came to hire Sara Morton?

The company?

No, the AllSourcer board
didn't have the vision

to find someone like Sara,
much less hire her.

I mean, while they
were focus grouping

which shade of navy

was least offensive
to the most amount of people,

Sara was doing research

that would revolutionize
user engagement.

So you didn't go through the
usual hiring channels, then?

No. Sara wasn't the usual hire.

I have a message

for the tech industry:

You are doing it wrong.

The future of technology
doesn't lie

in likes or shares.

It lies in using
the new global village

to accomplish tasks
no individual ever could.

Important tasks.

Things like determining
how many condoms

are in the student health
center's free condom bowl.

For, research purposes,

I positioned myself beside
this bowl for three days,

and I asked any student
who came by to estimate.

The mean value
of all the student estimates

was 963 condoms.

The correct answer was 962.5,

as one condom
at the bottom of the bowl

had been mysteriously separated
from its packaging.

This is the magic
of crowdsourcing.

An old saying goes
that a person is smart,

but people are dumb.

Well, I'm here to tell you
that, actually,

the complete opposite is true.

The crowd,
when properly motivated

and sufficiently diverse
and independent

in its decision making,

is far smarter than
any individual ever could be.

Now, imagine this same principle

applied to agriculture,
to flood relief,

to the eradication of disease.

To building better and more
innovative businesses.

The world is sitting
on a resource

of our collective wisdom.

I say, let's start mining it.

Hi.

Excuse me. Jeffrey Tanner.

I run a company
called AllSourcer.

Um, yes, I believe
I've heard of it.

Listen, um, I read
your dissertation.

Very impressive.

My dissertation's three months
from publication.

What can I say? I know people.

Listen, the point is,
I want to hire you.

If you can use that research

and apply it to the AllSourcer
business model,

I will build you

any lab you want,
hire you any team you want.

Me?

Yeah.

Why? Because you see things

other people don't.
And I don't want you

seeing them for the competition.

It's my daughter.

Can you just give me one second?

Don't go anywhere.

You offered to cover
the rest of the cost

of her doctoral program,
too, didn't you? Yes.

Guilty. I also,
I covered dental and a 401k.

Do we need to talk
about that, as well?

You know? I mean...

Are we distracting you, Jeffrey?

I'm sorry. I need to take this.

Hello?

You have a collect call

from a prisoner
at Vacaville State Prison.

Will you accept the charges?

Yeah. I'll accept...

Of course I will. Yes.

One moment, please.

Hello?

Is this Tanner?

Yeah, this is Jeffrey Tanner.
Who is this?

I know who shanked

your daughter's boyfriend
in prison.

How about you earn
those billable hours,

and get him to see reason,

while he still has something
left to fight for.

He...

You have got to be kidding me.

Did you know your client
just took off in a cab?

So you know
who stabbed Carlos Ochoa?

Yeah.

It was me.

Heh, two times in the gut, man.

I cranked it real hard
on the second one.

I mean, that usually
does the trick, right?

Guess the kid's a lot tougher
than he looks.

But, I'll tell you what, though,
the question isn't who did it.

It's why.

Did someone put you up to this?

Who?

Did it have something to do
with my daughter?

There you go.

Now you're thinking.

Yeah.

Why are you telling me this?

'Cause I need that
machine you built.

I got a little niece.

Real sweet girl.

Cops are trying to pin a murder
on her, but she didn't do it.

How can you be sure
that she's innocent?

Because she's innocent, man.

Okay.

If they try to charge me
with anything, I'll deny it all.

But you help me get Julia off,

and I'll tell you
everything I know.

Julia Guerrero.

Arrests for assault, grand theft
auto, another assault.

Well, that's a statement.

Ooh! Click the video.

Kill this bitch!

This is not what
I've been led to believe

girl fights look like.

Who did this girl kill again?

Hopefully, no one.

Listen, Cavanaugh's
coming in now

and, he's gonna
fill us in on this case.

If he asks, we got the case from
an anonymous tip. All right?

Wait, hhow did we
pick up this case?

Anonymous tip.

Thanks for coming in, Detective.

Sure hope I don't regret it.

What do we got?

The victim you asked about,
her name is Tammy Wyland.

She and Julia were roommates.

On the night of the murder,

we got a 911 call from one

of the girls' neighbors.

Unis found Tammy
stabbed to death.

So why are you guys
trying to pin this on Julia?

Nobody's trying to pin anything
on anybody.

The cops on the
scene found Julia

in the building's
recycling area,

trying to burn a pile
of her own bloody clothes.

You know what the first
thing she said to them was?

"I didn't stab that bitch."

Okay.

All right. Post it.

Actually, you know what?
I'm gonna post it myself.

So I can make sure
what really happened.

Hold on. What "really happened"?

Tanner, what is your sudden
interest in this case, anyway?

I just want to see justice done.

That's funny,
because I heard that you visited

the girl's gangbanging uncle
in prison.

So you want to come again
with this anonymous tip story?

You're gonna bet your daughter's
case on this girl?

I don't have much of a choice.

He... this guy Flaco

stabbed Carlos Ochoa
to shut him up.

That's a damn big "if," Tanner.

More likely,
this gangbanger needs a favor,

and he figures you're desperate
enough to give it to him.

Sophe partnered
with your department,

but that partnership
goes both ways, remember?

Look, Detective,

I need to know the truth,
all right?

And I think you do, as well.

This is the biggest lead
we've had so far

in my daughter's case.

Now, are you gonna help me,
or not?

Like I told the cops
at the scene, bitch was cray.

"Cray," how?

Specifically.

One minute, she'd be fine, then
all the sudden she's losing it,

running around screaming
that I stole her lingerie.

Bitch is shooting up
in the bathroom,

and banging married dudes,
and I'm the problem?

Flatass spankies
wouldn't even fit me.

The coroner didn't find
any drugs in Tammy's system.

I've been around, okay?

I know what used needles and
puke in the bathroom adds up to.

Okay, what about
thethe married guys?

Do you know any of their names?

Tammy and I met
on the Internet, okay?

She needed a roommate, fast,
I needed a cheap place to crash.

We didn't exactly
share our life stories.

Yeah.

I know what you're thinking.

You see a girl like me and a
girl like Tammy scrapping it up,

you automatically swipe white.

Is that what I do?

I swipe white, do I?

Come on.

What's up?

Can I see you in my office,
please?

Yeah.

Just...

relax.

You tell him, lady cop.

Dude needs to
learn some respect!

You want to explain this?

It's not exactly how
I'd have put it...

Once again, your buddy Tanner

is actively trying
to undermine an SFPD case.

Why are you helping him?

The girl's uncle...

He's a shot caller at Vacaville.

Says he has intel about
what happened to Carlos Ochoa.

And you believe him?

I didn't say I believe him.

But if he's got
something to say,

hell, yeah, I want to hear it.

So, look, you're in here

because you brought in
Mia Tanner's killer.

I'm still out there

because I made too much noise

about how I wasn't sure
it was Carlos Ochoa.

There's a difference

between having doubts

and playing for Team Tanner.

I'm playing for Team Me,
all right?

I need to know

if I tanked my career
for nothing.

I still think
you're being played.

But...?

But... you and I were partners
on the Mia Tanner case...

which, I guess, makes us
partners on this one, too.

And in the unlikely event

that this gangbanger's
telling the truth...

we'll find it out together.

Thank you.

Ms. Morton.

Can I assume that you'll be
with us for the entirety

of this courtmandated process?

Yes.

So, no family emergencies?

No sudden, mysterious
phone calls?

I think you've made your point,

don't you?

So. Jeffrey Tanner
hired you to build

a crowdsourcing
interface for AllSourcer.

Is that correct?

Jeffrey brought me to AllSourcer

because the company was
hemorrhaging users.

Although, as I recall,

he didn't much like my plan
for bringing them back.

You, wanted to see me? Yeah.

My security team tells me

that you're responsible

for the recent uptick
in the firewall breaches?

874 of them in the past week.

Well, there was a vulnerability
in the platform.

I very selectively
decreased protections

so users could take a crack
at patching it up.

In other words,
you let complete strangers

paw through
our proprietary code.

That's not why I hired you.

Actually, it is.

Um, if you read the report
I sent, you'll see that users

have come up with some

impressively
innovative solutions.

This... this kid, Josh Novak,

he sent in a hashtag algorithm
that can scramble user...

We already have
a hashtag algorithm.

Well, his is better.

Anyway, that's not the point.

Each of the users that
I've tapped for this project

has spent upwards of 23 hours
on the site this week.

23 hours?

I doublechecked the numbers.

It'sit's not about

solving the problem,
it's more about...

Galvanizing the users.

You've been trying to get users
to engage with AllSourcer,

when you should have been...

Empowering them to build it.

Exactly.

That's good work.

Thank you.

Um...

if you'd like this
project to continue,

I'm gonna need six more servers,

a patent lawyer
and a bigger hiring budget.

So I can get this...
Josh on my team.

Their lawyer
is furious you left.

Where did you disappear to?

I'm sorry. It's a long story.

I promise you, I'll fix it.

How you holding up?

Well, considering

I've spent the last half hour

being deposed by some
frat boy twit

who wants to get me deported...

Listen. It'll be fine.

If you lose your visa,

we'll keep you in the country
by getting married.

Married? God, no.

Sorry.

That, um...

That didn't come out
like I meant it to.

Um... at all.

Sara?

They're calling me back inside.

We'll talk about this later,

all right?

Yeah. Sure.

Okay, then.

That Julia,
she was nothing but trouble.

She always played that...
what do you call that music

where they shout out
profanities?

Rap?

It was so loud
I could barely think.

And Tammy, she would
always apologize for it.

But whenever I complained, that
Julia would just curse me out.

Tammy's been living

in that unit up there
since last spring.

Against my better judgment,
I let her sign Julia

onto the lease
about two months ago.

But you manage the place?

Just, for the free rent.

I'm really in IT solutions.

Julia was a total psycho.

Remember, she dragged Tammy
down the hall by her hair?

You saw this happen?

Well, no.

But I totally heard them

fighting all the time.-

What about Tammy?

All right, did any of you
ever hear about a...

a drug habit?

Tammy?

No way.

She was, like, so chill.

Even my parents liked her.

What about boyfriends?

Maybe one of them was married,
jealous wife...

Anything?

I never saw her with any men.

Not like that slut Julia.

I told Tammy she shouldn't get
a roommate off the Internet.

If she'd picked
the nice girl with the cats,

she'd still be alive.

Yeah.

Look, it physically
pains me to say this,

but have we considered
the possibility

that the police got it right?

Maybe Julia really is guilty.

A user wants to video chat
with us about Tammy.

Put it up.

Is this... "Cecilia"?

Yes.

My scumbag boss, he was
sleeping with that Tammy girl,

the one that got killed?

His name is Rob Forsythe,
with an "E."

He used to make me buy her
smutty underwear

and put it on the company card
so his wife wouldn't find out.

Hello, married boyfriend.

Of course, it's kind of hard to
keep your mistress under wraps

when she shows up
in the company parking lot

to smash in your windshield.

Anyway, the night
that Tammy was killed,

Mr. Forsythe
went to her apartment

to break it off for good.

Ma'am, are you
in the ladies' room?

It's the only place
I have any privacy around here.

I'm calling Cavanaugh.

So, what? I'm the first guy
to ever cheat on his wife?

No.

You're the last guy
to see Tammy Wyland alive.

We know you were
at her apartment

the night she was murdered.

I was out of there
by about 8:00,

at the latest.

I heard the time of death
was, what?

Around 11:00 or something, right?
Maybe.

So how'd you feel after Tammy
smashed your windshield?

When Tam...

No, dude, you got
that all wrong.

Tammy didn't smash
my windshield.

My wife did.

Your wife? Yeah.

I gave Tammy the boot,

but she kept calling me, begging
to see her one last time,

to get "closure."

So a couple weeks ago, I went,

and the crazy skank
got back at me

by stuffing her panties
under my passenger seat.

Of course, my wife found them,

and the youknowwhat hit the fan.

Girl blowing up your marriage...

Sounds like a decent motive
for murder.

Aw, no. You kidding me?

If anything, Tammy's little
stunt was a wakeup call.

I mean, that and my
ballbuster of a prenup.

I get caught cheating again,
my wife gets everything.

Look,

Tammy was bummed

that she couldn't ride
the Forsythe Express anymore,

but she was totes alive
when I left.

Be right back.

Please tell me
you got something.

He's lying.

Asshat parked in
a handicapped spot

outside Tammy's apartment
the night of the murder.

This says 10:45.

Well within the window
for time of death.

I'm sorry, who's being played?

Ms. Morton.

In the two and a half years you
were employed by AllSourcer,

would you say the
company treated you well?

Decent salary, stock options...

good selection of
snacks in the kitchen?

They were very generous, yes.

So, in light of
all that generosity

from the AllSourcer family,

would you say you at all
feel guilty about jumping ship

with millions of dollars'
worth of stolen IP?

The "AllSourcer family"
wouldn't exist

if Jeffrey Tanner hadn't put

everything he had
into building it.

And the IP was carved out
in the agreement.

Given why he was leaving,

it was too important to him
to leave to chance.

Hi.

Hey. Thanks for coming.

Is this my doctoral thesis?

Yeah.

You ever meet her?

Couple of times.

She, um... she came by
my office once

on her way to lunch with you.

And she brought me a cup of tea.

Yeah.

Do you... really believe
they convicted the wrong man?

Carlos Ochoa?

No, he didn't do it.

But if that's true, then...

The killer is still out there.

Somewhere.

Do you have a theory
as to who...

Not yet.

But someone
has to know something.

Someone has to
have seen something.

Someone has to have
some scrap of information

they didn't know they had.
I mean...

the answers are out there,
you know?

I just need some help.

A lot of help.

You want to crowdsource
a murder investigation?

Am I crazy?

Quite possibly, yes.

But... there's only one way
to find out for certain.

We got something.

Users have been focusing

on Tammy's weight gain,
nausea, mood swings.

First they thought
she was pregnant.

That would've shown up
in the autopsy.

Exactly, but then we posted

the medical examiner's report,

and another set of users

noticed that Tammy had
elevated levels of hCG.

What is that?

Human chorionic gonadotropin.

It's a hormone found in pregnant women.
But it's also a hormone

that women inject when they're
undergoing fertility treatment.

Which would explain the needles
in the bathroom.

Hey, look at this.

I tracked one of Tammy's
digital wallet purchases

to a website called
youkeephim.com.

Yeah, you heard that right.

They market hCG injections

as a way to fake
a positive pregnancy test.

So you can babytrap
your married boyfriend.

I guess it didn't turn out
as she hoped.

Okay, no, I wasn't
happy when she showed me

the results of the
pregnancy test, but I thought

she just wanted some money to
take care of it or something.

Then she starts talking about
how we could "be a family."

I have a family, okay?

So you killed her. No!

God, no. No.

Tammy was 100% alive

when I left at 8:00,
just like I said.

Then why was your car

parked outside Tammy's
apartment at 10:45?

Because parking
in the city sucks.

Do you have any idea how hard
it is to find a welllit spot

in a neighborhood like that
after dark?

All right. Okay, okay.

Just...

I left my car at Tammy's house

and then I walked
to another friend's house.

Okay?

Another girlfriend.

Can you please just
not tell my wife?

It's hard to look this good
on a budget.

Forsythe's story checks out.

He was mixing margaritas
with girlfriend number two

when Tammy was killed.

Even got him on her building's
security camera.

What about other
suspects? He can't be the only

angry ex.

Tanner. What?

I'll run down
every suspect we find.

But if Julia Guerrero is guilty,

I need you to know,

I'm gonna put her away.

Yeah, of course. Yeah.

I got to go.

What's up?

A couple of users saw the bike
on Julia's social media

and then noticed
that it was parked

a few blocks from the apartment.

"FutureMrsSheeran"
and "Eowynner411."

Props on the Tolkien deep cut.

They want to talk.
All right, patch them through.

Hey, Sophe peeps, you're on

with Donita and Rachel
from Crestview Arts Charter.

- Go Sparrows!
- Okay,

I love these kids.

Hey, girls.
Thank you for calling in.

Are you, like, somebody's dad?

Yeah, I'm Jeffrey Tanner.

I'm the head "Sophe peep."

I need for you to step away
from the motorcycle

and just wait for backup.

Does Hermione wait for backup?

Does Supergirl wait for backup?

Please don't touch anything.

Just, can you just step away
from the motorcycle...

What is she doing?

Ooh, we might need some backup.

Put the phone down.
I'm just calling Cavanaugh.

No, no, no, no. Not until
we know something for sure.

Girls, listen, don't
touch anything

until I get there.

Wait, where are you going?

Listen, thank you
little lovely ladies so much.

You've done a
wonderful job today.

Great job. Y'all should be giving
us some citizen detective award

or something.
That is a fantastic idea.

I'm gonna get with my team,
we're gonna get on that

right away. Thank you, guys.

Wonderful username, as well.

The Tolkien... I don't
know what it means,

but thank you.

Damn it, Julia.

Sorry things
turned out like this.

Yeah.

Me, too.

Is this your motorcycle?

You know it is,
or you wouldn't be asking.

We found this...

in your saddlebag.

I should have seen
that one coming.

You don't have any evidence,
so you haul off and plant some.

So are you claiming
the knife isn't yours?

I'm claiming
I didn't kill Tammy.

You know what?
Just take me to prison.

Maybe in my next life, I'll
come back as a rich white girl.

Well, I'll tell you right now this much...
Julia, your uncle sent me.

What the hell
are you doing, Tanner?

I run a crime solving app
named "Sophe." Maybe

you've heard of it?
Yeah, I heard of it. Bunch of

pansyass nerds
playing detective.

Yeah, well, last count there
were a couple hundred thousand

of those nerds on the app.

If you didn't kill Tammy,
they are

your best chance
of getting free,

but only if you tell the truth.

The night Tammy died,

I had a gig as a
shot girl downtown.

Then the damned manager fired me
for showing up high.

To pass out JellO shots!

That's like...

What do you call it,
like, in English class?

Irony.

Yeah, that. Irony.

Anyway, I get home, see Tammy

left the front door open again.

Do you know what would happen

if a person left the front door
open where I grew up?

I mean,

I guess she found out.

Not gonna lie.

I was high out of my mind.

Then I was on the ground.

At first, I couldn't figure out
why my clothes were wet.

Then I saw her.

Bitch looked pretty,

even all cut up with the knife
sticking out of her.

Hold on.

Are you saying the murder weapon
was in the apartment

when you got there?

I didn't touch it, either.

I knew what it would look like,
a girl like me, with my record.

That's why I tried
to burn my clothes.

Then the cops

showed up.

Time they perpwalked me
back through the apartment,

knife was gone.

I thought you guys had it.

How much time was there
between the 911 call

and when the cops
found Tammy's body?

Nine minutes.
That's plenty of time

for the killer
to come back, grab the knife.

And it wouldn't be hard for him

to plant it in the motorcycle
after the fact.

It's not likely, Tanner.

But it is possible.

I like possible.

In his written statement,
Mr. Tanner claimed

that the Sophe prototype wasn't
built on the AllSourcer campus.

Um, it wasn't.

Jeffrey acquired a new space
to work on Sophe.

So you never borrowed
an AllSourcer mainframe?

A cable? A stapler?

I think we've covered this.

If you'd seen the state of the
place, you wouldn't be asking.

The system is online,
and... we are...

live with beta.

Users?

Um, 1,489 volunteers from a
variety of puzzlesolving sites.

All right.

What should we ask her?

You decide.

Um...

Um...

What did the...

Island City company

of Oakland, California make?

My God. Who knew?

They knew. Try another one.

What year did
the Island City company open?

And

who was the company's
first owner?

Let's try something harder.

These are my grandparents.

He's a... he's a
handsome chap, isn't he?

Yes, indeed. Indeed he is.

- This is amazing!
- It's working.

Well, it better bloody work.

I've spent years
building these algorithms.

I mean, years.

Wow.

Um...

I think we should celebrate.
Yes.

Yes? Absolutely.

Shall we? Yes.

I...

I brought this, just in case.

It's actually from Scotland.

I hope you... like Scotch. Yes.

Excellent choice.

Well...

Let's see...

Here's to Sophe.

To Sophe.

The prototype worked,

and the rest is... history.

Can we have another
break, please?

Here's the thing.
Everyone talks about Jeffrey

as this great visionary,

but we both know that Sophe
doesn't work without you.

What do you want, Nell?

I want you to help us all out

by making Jeffrey see reason.

I think you're greatly
overestimating my influence.

What do you want
from your career

over the next, say, ten years?

Do you want to continue

to play Gal Friday
to a man myopically concerned

with solving a single mystery?

Or would you like to be
heirapparent to an empire?

Here's the thing.

AllSourcer may have

a toptier research budget,

but Sophe has the ability
to harness the best impulses

of the entire world...

If, and only if,

the world believes
our motives are genuine.

Sophe isn't about empire.

It's about community.
Now, if you'll excuse me...

Sara...

the rules aren't
the same for us.

One false move, and the whole
world starts wondering

if we got here

because we're the best,

or because we gave some man
in power what he needed.

Any tips on Julia's bike?

We have tons of tips.

"Cut me off in traffic,."

"Plays loud music," "Leaks oil."

Is it weird that
she's growing on me?

Yes. Yes. Yes.

Hey. Nothing from the
traffic cams in the area.

- Damn it.
- I mean, in order for

someone other than Julia
to have planted the knife,

this person would have needed
access to the crime scene

in the nine minutes
before SFPD got there.

Like a guy who lives

in the girl's building.

Who parks his IT company van

right across from Julia's bike.

The building manager.

Yeah.

We need to pay this guy a visit.

Hello?

Sara Morton?

Speaking. Who is this?

Hi, Sara,
it's Mary Beth D'Agostino

from BayAreaCelebs.com.
Do you have a moment?

Um, I'm kind of busy, actually.

What's this about?

It's okay, I'll just
text over the photographs.

Let me know if you want
to comment.

I'm sure our subscribers
would love to hear

your side of the story.

Story? What story?

Hel...

Officers, can I help you?

I think you can. Can we come in?

Um, okay.

You take all these pictures?

I dabble. You dabble.

Looks like you do
more than dabble.

May I?
That's professional grade.

Almost incomprehensible
to the layperson.

You've got some pretty
intimate images here, Kenneth.

Does Tammy know you dabble
through her window?

I... I can explain.

Can you?

She was gonna
call the cops, wasn't she?

- "Did Sophe's Top Woman..."
- What the hell?

You know that this was Nell.

She hired a PI to catch me
breaking my restraining order.

I am sorry.

I know this is awful.

Like an idiot, I set myself up

by sleeping with my boss.

It's not your fault.

They are all reading it.

Aren't they?

Right.

Might as well
get this over with, then.

Everyone...

can I have your attention
for a moment, please?

I'm sure you have all seen
the article by now.

Well, it's true.

As the Internet
so eloquently put it,

Jeffery and I have been banging

for five months now.

More than banging.

I'm actually...
incredibly into her.

Um, I know that this

must seem surprising.

Yeah, not really.

Yeah, it's just that
all the walls here

are made of glass, so...

We can see through your offices.

Yeah, it's like a big fishbowl.

Right. You're great at your job,

and we love you.

Promotion for Rosie.

Kidding, of course.

There are performance
reviews for that.

So, anyway, thank you,
and carry on. Good.

I think they took that well.

They did.

They're not the ones
I'm worried about.

Look, Sara, this...
No, wait, wait.

Let me get this...
let me get this out.

Um...

about what I said earlier.

The... the marriage thing.

Nope, don't remember any of it.

None of it.

It's not that I
don't love you, Jeffrey,

or that I can't picture
a future together with you.

It's... it's because
of Melinda Gates.

Melinda Gates?

Do you know what
Melinda Gates did

before she married Bill?

No.

Neither does anyone else.

After all the good
that she's done,

all that she's accomplished...

The woman has literally saved

thousands of lives,

and the world will
always remember her

as Bill Gates' helpmate.

I'm sorry.

I truly am.

III don't even know how to help.

Finish the case, that's how.

The best revenge is
a platform that works.

Well, that and a flaming
bag of dog crap

on Nell DeGraf's front porch.

Now, that I can
definitely arrange.

Yeah, no, I know just the dog.

He will do such a nice job.

You know, you could be
real pretty if you wanted.

A little more makeup,
maybe some gold hoops.

Anyway, fight the power.

Do the right thing.

Think she got that?
Probably not.

Look, um,

thanks for going down
this road with me.

You didn't have to.

What did we say the first day
we worked together?

Partners always have
each other's backs.

Yeah. Even when one of them

is totally being played.

Really?

Hey, look, man, my mom calls me
about a month ago, right?

She tells me five grand

just shows up on the porch
out of nowhere.

Couple days later, some guy
comes in here in a suit,

claiming to be my lawyer.

This dude knows everything
about the porch money, right?

And he tells me straight up

there's a lot more
where that came from.

But all I got to do is keep
an eye out on this new fish.

Carlos Ochoa. Right, right.

If he says anything
about Mia Tanner's killer...

"Mia Tanner's killer."

That's what he said?

Yeah, yeah. I mean,
you gonna X a dude out, man,

you got to be clear
about the details, right?

I hear Ochoa... he's telling
someone else on the phone

that he might know
who killed her.

So I stuck him.

Who? Who killed her?

I mean, come on, come on,
hell if I know, all right?

Okay... The go...
thethe guy in the suit

that came to see you...

What was his name?

What... whwhat did he look like?

Anything. I don't know, man,

he's just some guy in a suit..

I'll tell you
what I do remember.

This guy came in
on a Thursday, though.

Couple weeks on the loaf,
you know what I mean?

Hey, mashedpotato Thursdays
are better

than beer and ice cream, right?

Okay, I got it. Fine.

The driver's license
of our visitor was bogus.

Ditto with the bar card.

And now we know for sure
there's more to the story.

The cops were wrong.
I mean, I could've

told you that before, but...
Dude, he's standing right here.

Yeah, he is. And he has
new evidence for you.

So my buddy at Vacaville
sent us the signin footage.

Flaco's "lawyer" wasn't
too careful with the cameras.

Someone out there has to know
something about this guy.

Post it.