All language subtitles for Terriers - 01x11 - Sins of the Past.FQM.English.HI.C.orig.Addic7ed.com

Previously on Terriers:

HANK: Who's this?
ZEITLIN: Ben.

ZEITLIN: Laura Ross.

She's a free-lance journalist.

A few pieces for local
papers, but mostly online.

HANK: Maybe we can call that
cell, tell her to get out.

Just keep walking.
They're coming.

LAURA: You, who are you?
HANK: I'm a private detective.

I've been working one side of
this thing, you've been working the other,

and I think it's a whole lot
bigger than either of us suspected.

LAURA: Really?

HANK: I'll be in touch.
LAURA: Thank you.

OWEN: Tonight is karaoke night.

KATIE: Two Long Islands.

I don't really remember
much from that night.

GAVIN: There's not much to remember.

You were charmed and intrigued, and
then went home with Professor Owen.

KATIE: I'm gonna lose him.

HANK: You're gonna lie to him.
This never happened.

He can never know about this.

BRITT: Why did you do it?!

KATIE: I don't know!
I don't know!

BRITT: What did I do wrong?
I never want to see you again.

HANK: Hey, I was thinking...
You know what you should do?

BRITT: What?

HANK: Put your shit back, go
into the kitchen, whip up a

sumptuous repast, light some
candles, wait for the woman you

love to come home and have
a great goddamn life.

BRITT: You saying I
should forgive her?

HANK: It's implied.
Just a suggestion.

Or how about this.
Punish her.

Punish her by marrying her and
reminding her every single day

about what she did to you.

BRITT: Or what I could do is
punish her by staying here and

making her move in with you.

BRITT: Hey.
KATIE: Hey.

I thought you'd be gone by now.

BRITT: We got kind of a late start.
You didn't see the truck?

KATIE: Yeah, I saw it. Um, I left
the ring out. Did you find it?

BRITT: I didn't see it.

KATIE: I'll get it.

BRITT: I never asked for that back.

KATIE: Well, I think you should have it
back. I shouldn't even accepted it.

- Okay.
- I didn't mean that.

BRITT: Yeah, I know.
It's cool. Winston, let's go.

KATIE: You're taking Winston?
BRITT: Well... You want him?

KATIE: You just are going
to give him up that easy?

BRITT: What are you talking about?

That's not what... You want the dog? I kinda
got him for you, so if you want him...

KATIE: Yeah, I thought
we got him for us.

BRITT: I can't cut him in half, Katie!
What do you want to do?!

Do you want him or no?

KATIE: He should be with you.
BRITT: Okay, thanks.

Let's go, come on.
Let's go.

KATIE: Wait.

Come here.
Good-bye, Winston.

(sobbing)

I love you.

Good boy.

Good boy.

(sobbing)

BRITT: Come on, Winston.

(whistles)

If you're going to be really crazy,

Steph's bedroll is still up in the attic
if you're so inclined.

I think I'll stick with the guest bedroom.

Suit yourself.

Who's a good sweet potato?

Look at you, you scary. Come here.
Give me a kiss. Give me a kiss.

Oh.. you're so cute. Give me a kiss.

Oh, sorry. I let myself in.
I hope you don't mind.

Probably better not to be loitering
around your domicile.

Smart. Uh, Britt, this is Laura Ross.

- The woman I spirited away from danger.
- In a limo.

So you didn't hang out
with them on their honeymoon?

I think that may have been awkward.

LAURA: Friends of yours?
HANK: Not exactly.

Going through some boxes and these cans.
Nice to meet you.

LAURA: He okay?
HANK: Not really.

HANK: Can I get you water? Anything?
LAURA: Sure.

LAURA: I was admiring your artwork.
HANK: You like that, huh?

The original is in the Guggenheim.

Site owns 3000 acres.

You have any idea what he
plans to build on 'em?

LAURA: Not yet.
I'm actually here about a different case.

HANK: Really?

LAURA: The name Billy
Whitman ring a bell?

HANK: Yeah. I ran into
Whitman during my cop days.

LAURA: I know.
I did a little research into your past.

The Whitman case got you fired.

HANK: Mm-hmm.
And arguably ruined my marriage.

Never could close it, though.

LAURA: Well, I think I
may have just solved it.

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HANK: First degree
possession of a controlled

substance, trafficking within
a thousand yards of a school,

second degree evading police.

You've had quite a night, Dobs.

DOBS: I've had worse.

MARK: Yeah, well, it's about
to get worse if you don't

tell us who's been supplying
you with the shit.

- Rablido.
- Yes, sir.

Mind booking this d-bag for me?

- Oh, absolutely.
- My man.

- Let's go, d-bag
- Get outta here.

I see two weeks living in filth
finally paid off.

- Yeah, well..
- This guy gonna talk?

He just needs time to
contemplate his options.

Alright. While he's doing that
we got something else.

Condo Raper hit Brunswick Heights tonight.

- Christ, that's number, uh..
- Seven

That we know of.

Reynolds is over at county
getting the vic's statement.

Good news, though.
We got a suspect.

HANK: This guy.
Caught fleeing the scene.

KASABIAN: Guess who our witness is?
Billy Whitman.

(chuckles)

MARK: Oh, no shit?
KASABIAN: Yeah.

HANK: Is that name
supposed to mean something?

MARK: The La Jolla Whitmans.
The Whitman Library.

You know, that stadium over at the USV campus?
They built that.

Just so their son
wouldn't get expelled.

KASABIAN: Suspect tried to
boost Whitman's Beemer.

Whitman took exception.
Kept him there till we got there.

HANK: Oh, rich guy's a hero.
This kid here... He's small.

He doesn't match the description
of the rape suspect we've gotten

from any of the vics' statements.

KASABIAN: So maybe a guy with a
mask sweating on top of you...

He seems a little bigger than he is.

HANK: What in the hell is a rich guy like
Whitman doing over in Brunswick Heights?

KASABIAN: All right.
Hank, suspect's in interrogation.

I would like one of you in there
with him before he decides to

ask for an attorney.

HANK: You got it.
KASABIAN: Thank you.

BRITT: You're a cop?
HANK: Detective. It's casual Friday.

BRITT: It's Thursday.
HANK: So, uh... Brett, is it?

BRITT: Britt.
HANK: Whatever.

BRITT: If you're a cop, I
want to lodge a complaint.

That guy assaulted me.

HANK: Yeah, well, you were
trying to steal his car.

BRITT: That's what he says.
I was just admiring the interior.

HANK: From the inside.
Yeah.

Says here you live off DeMille Avenue.

What were you doing
in Brunswick Heights?

BRITT: I was thinking about moving.
DeMille's got too much crime.

HANK: I wonder why.

You've got a larcenous heart,
Mr. Pollack.

You like stealing stuff, huh?
No real prison time.

Just a couple of stretches in CYA.

BRITT: I had a troubled youth.

HANK: So what's the progression, Britt?
Seriously, I'm curious.

One night you decide to break
into a house, steal a stereo.

Except this time you come across a
pair of panties on the floor... soiled.

Give 'em a sniff.

You get excited.

Your heart is racing, but you have
to come back later.

This time you don't have a
WiFi in your crosshairs.

BRITT: What are you talking about?
HANK: I'm talking about this.

BRITT: Dude, this isn't me.
It says this guy's six-foot, two.

HANK: I see a resemblance.
BRITT: He's wearing a mask.

HANK: And dark clothes.

BRITT: Yeah, lots of people
do, man, it's slimming.

HANK: That's funny.
Let me tell you about Slim.

Slim here raped seven women.

He targets women who live alone.

He waits for them to come
home and then he rapes them.

For hours.

And then Slim makes them take a bath to
wash away all the physical evidence.

The last instance was tonight... About
100 yards from where we picked you up.

So what was it, man, huh?

You need Whitman's car for a getaway?

BRITT: I don't know anything about that.
HANK: Yeah? What do you know about this?

'Cause they nabbed this off you when
they brought you in an hour ago.

This is your lock pick set.

Now you think we're going to
find any residue from the

victim's windowsill
on these things? Hmm?

BRITT: She gonna be okay, man?
HANK: Who?

BRITT: The girl he tried to rape tonight?
HANK: Who says he just tried?

MARK: Hey, Reynolds, what
does your victim say?

REYNOLDS: She wasn't raped.
The guy never got that far.

She said something
spooked him and he ran.

HANK: That kid in the interrogation
room... That's what spooked him.

REYNOLDS: Wait, he's not our guy?
HANK: He's a petty thief. He's not a rapist.

My guess is he got the right
place at the wrong time.

Probably saved that woman tonight.

MARK: Oh, you want to
throw him a parade?

HANK: No, but the least we can do
is, uh, cut the charges on him.

MARK: You got to be kidding.
HANK: No, no, no, no, no.

He's just staying mum right now because
he doesn't want to add to his problems.

But if we cut him loose, he might
open up and I.D. the suspect.

He's a good kid, Mark.
He asked about the victim.

MARK: Oh, he's a eagle scout.

Broke in on the woman, saw her
being attacked and then he ran.

Captain, thought you
might want to hear this.

Came in to 911 earlier.

911, what's your emergency?

Yeah, uh, I'm at 1916 Cole Street.
Brunswick Heights.

There's a woman... She's screaming here.
I think she might be in trouble, man.

Send somebody.

HANK: That's him.

(Kasabian groans)

KASABIAN: Kick him loose.

MARK: I'm gonna go have a cigarette.

You know, Dobbs is
squealing in lockup.

Looks like he's ready to start
ratting on his supplier.

HANK: Good, good.
MARK: Yeah.

Prince Valiant running in here to
share his wealth of knowledge?

HANK: This Billy Whitman,
he said he was in the

neighborhood visiting a lady
friend, didn't want to name a

name because she's married.

MARK: Yeah, that sounds about right.

HANK: That thing you were
telling me about him almost

getting expelled from USC,
when did that happen?

MARK: Sometime in the '90s.

It was a frat party gone wrong,
if my memory serves me.

HANK: Must have gone really
wrong for his parents to want

to spring for a new football stadium.
(Mark laughs)

MARK: You would love
that, wouldn't you?

Make Whitman our rapist; rich
white dude with a car that you

would never be able to afford.

Yeah, must be him, right?

HANK: I'm just covering my bases.

MARK: That ain't cream.

HANK: Sweetener.

(Hank groans)

What time is it?

GRETCHEN: 9:30.
HANK: Oh, man, I tied one on last night.

GRETCHEN: Mmm.

HANK: I got in so late, I
didn't want to wake you.

You look beautiful.

GRETCHEN: I have that City
Council thing this morning.

HANK: Oh, okay.
I should move my truck.

GRETCHEN: You don't have to.
It's on the lawn, Hank.

HANK: Hmm.
GRETCHEN: It's funny.

I thought being married to a
cop, I'd be biting my nails

every day until your shift ended.

Turns out I am only concerned for
your safety only when you're off duty.

HANK: Yeah. Hey, um, what
time do we have that thing

tonight with, um, Rick and Sandy?

GRETCHEN: We don't.
That was last night.

(Hank sighs)

HANK: Man, I'm batting
a thousand here, huh?

GRETCHEN: You're just
lucky I can't stand her.

HANK: See? I did it for you.
GRETCHEN: I gotta run.

HANK: Oh, hey, Gretch, I
wanted to ask you something.

Um, you were at USC
in the '90s, right?

GRETCHEN: '92 to '95. Why?

HANK: There was a guy there, who was
probably a few years ahead of you

Uh, Billy
Whitman... Did you know him?

GRETCHEN: What do you think?

HANK: He seems pretty infamous.

There was some kind of scandal,
it was a frat party.

You were probably a freshman.

GRETCHEN: Hank, what are you doing?
Why would you dredge this up now?

Or do you have a list of
all my old boyfriends?

HANK: Billy Whitman was your boyfriend?!
GRETCHEN: Look, what happened with Billy...

The truth is I don't
remember most of it, okay?

And what I do remember, I spent
the last 20 years trying to

forget, so please, respect that.

HANK: Hey!

HANK: Well?
MARK: I don't know, Hank.

Who'd you say she was again?

LAURA: I'm Laura Ross...
and I'm standing right here.

HANK: She's a reporter.
MARK: From what paper?

LAURA: I don't work for dead tree media.
I'm an independent. I publish on the Web.

HANK: So she blogs.
Do you tweet?

HANK: Just look at the evidence, Mark.
It's right in front of you.

We have to reopen the case.
MARK: "We"?!

Kemosabe, only one of us is
still a cop here, remember?

HANK: He's guilty.
Guilty as sin.

MARK: Yeah, I remember you saying
something like that once before.

WHITMAN: This is bullshit. You don't arrest
somebody for a broken taillight.

HANK: You got pulled over for the taillight.
You got arrested for being belligerent.

WHITMAN: How was I being belligerent?!
HANK: There you go again.

Whitman, William.
We'll be in Interrogation. Come on.

WHITMAN: This, this is ridiculous.
Look, write me a fix-it ticket.

Or better, go cite the
valet at Le Chaz.

The taillight wasn't broken
when I got to the restaurant.

HANK: This is really
interesting, Billy.

You don't have much of a rep sheet.

Why would I have a rep sheet?

Because you've been in trouble.
A bunch.

Arrested quite a few times, and
somehow it all just seems to go away.

WHITMAN: I'm gonna have
your job, you know that?

HANK: As long as I can have yours.

Oh, I'm sorry.
You don't have a job, do you?

Or does being a rich prick
who thinks he can get away

with everything qualify
as a profession?

WHITMAN: I want to speak to your boss.
HANK: Let's talk about the women.

WHITMAN: What women?
HANK: How about Monica Seldon?

And Tracy Bright, Gina Randolph,
Hortencia Cruz, April Grace?

What about Nadine Wren?

WHITMAN: I don't know any of these women.
HANK: You don't? Hmm? Huh?

What about this one, huh?
You know this woman, do you?

Hmm?

WHITMAN: No, and I'd
like my attorney here.

HANK: I want you to look real
hard, squint if you have to.

Think back to 1992.

You're a junior in college, and your
fraternity has a party that you sponsor.

And six women, all freshmen, claim they
were drugged and used as party favors.

Charges are filed with the
university and the police,

and then a week later, they're
mysteriously dropped.

The names and records of the
complainants disappear, and then

your family announces they're paying
for the new football stadium!

So these six women you bullied
or bribed or intimidated,

they were all part of the
same sorority... her sorority!

And I want to know if
she was one of 'em!

(pounds fist on table)

(over speaker): So we're gonna
try this one more time.

You're gonna tell me everything
you did to her, all of it!

And you're not leaving
this this room....

MARK: What in the hell
is going on in there?

REYNOLDS: Your partner's losing it.
He thinks Whitman's the condo raper.

He asked for a lawyer about ten minutes ago.
Hank doesn't seem to be in a hurry.

MARK: Aw, shit!

HANK: You're not leaving here till
you tell me what I need to know!

WHITMAN: You want me to tell
you if this woman was as at

some drunken college
orgy 20 years ago?

(photograph rustling)

She's pretty.

Look, if she was there in '92, and if she
looked anything like that, I promise you...

I'd totally screw her.

MARK: Detective!

Could I see you outside
for a second, please?

What the hell are you doing?

HANK: He's the condo rapist, Mark!
That's him!

That's why he was at the
scene the other night.

MARK: Why are you looking
all crazy-eyed, man?

HANK: Look, I checked him
out, and he's got an ugly

history with women as
long as my as my dick!

MARK: That long and that ugly, huh?
HANK: And not People magazine shit.

I'm talking about some disgusting stuff
that his family just makes go away!

MARK: Hank, how much have
you had to drink today?

HANK: I was waiting outside Le Chaz for
this asshole for two-and-a-half hours.

I might have had a little
something just to fortify myself.

MARK: Jesus Christ, man!
HANK: He did to Gretchen!

MARK: What?

HANK: She said she didn't want to talk about it.
It was in the past.

MARK: Maybe that's where you should
let it be, just in the past.

HANK: She's my wife, Mark.
MARK: I know that.

But that's exactly the reason
why you shouldn't be in here

questioning this clown about anything!

Look, man, look, I'll-I'll go dot, okay?
I will go do it.

HANK: You do that.
MARK: I will. I'm gonna do that.

But you have got to let me
clean this shit up.

You can't let the Captain see
you like this, man.

Just go home. Go home.

- You got it?
- I got it, man.

I got it.

Hey.

You said you needed me?

Look at this. Look.

This must've got mixed in when I
emptied the drawer out. Who is this guy?

- I don't know him.
- Well it's gotta be him.

It's the guy she banged.

This is the guy.. look..

If the baby comes out looking like
Wolfman, I guess we'll know.

Hey get rid of that, man.

You don't know what this is.

- That could be any...
- I know I don't know!

I'm trying to figure it out.

I know I've never seen this guy before

and here he is hanging
at a bar all cozy.

That's the guy, Hank, that's the guy.

Hank, you gotta help me find out who
it is. You gotta help me.

And then what?

BRITT: And then I don't know!
And then I talk to him!

Confront the prick! Whatever!
I... I need to know.

Hank, I need to know.

HANK: No, you don't!
No, you don't, okay?

That is not a road you
should be going down, okay?

This road leads to nowhere.

BRITT: You gotta help me.
HANK: I am helping you. I'm helping you.

This is from someone who's
been sober for a long time.

Just get drunk; get shitfaced.

Just stay here.

(ringtones play)

God, I'm sorry.
Uh, I gotta go.

Are you gonna be okay?

BRITT: Yeah. No, it's good.

Sorry I called you down here.

HANK: Oh, no, don't.

Dude, just call me, and I'll
come right back, okay? Please?

BRITT: Yeah.
HANK: Okay, come here.

Come on.
Just breathe; breathe, man.

Don't think bad thoughts.
Don't do anything stupid, okay?

All right?

BRITT: You're the worst sponsor ever.
HANK: I know.

GRETCHEN: I never said that, Hank.
I never used that word.

HANK: You didn't need to.
GRETCHEN: I told you I had a bad experience.

An experience I'd just as soon forget.
Stop pressing me for details.

HANK: Why are you protecting him?!
GRETCHEN: Protecting him?!

HANK: Just like he's always
been protected his whole life

by his family, his money,
his name, his victims!

GRETCHEN: I never said I was a victim.
Why are you so eager to make me one?

HANK: I'm not!
I know this guy, Gretchen.

GRETCHEN: Believe what you want, Hank.
You're drunk.

You're going to hear whatever you
want to hear.

You think I want to hear this, huh?

You think I want to know what
this shit heel did to you?

I think, for whatever reason,
you want to punish him.

Don't do it because he slept with me.

Do it because he's guilty.

- Well he is guilty!
- Okay!

- Guilty as sin!
- All right!

You know what's funny?

For something you apparently can't remember,
you're trying real damn hard to forget.

Well Billy Whitman...

he doesn't have to try.

Because he forgot about you,

the second he was done.

(dog barking in distance)

HANK: We should've had...
MARK: Speak not.

REYNOLDS: Hey.

Mark wants me to bring you
both back to observation.

So, what's this I hear about you
ripping open old wounds, Hank?

HANK: Just trying to put a
period on it, Reynolds.

REYNOLDS: Yeah? Well, with you it's always
an exclamation point.

Heard we got another one.

HANK: Yeah, Caldwell's bringing
her over from County now.

REYNOLDS: You want me
to take her statement?

MARK: Ah, we already did.
She agreed to do a lineup.

REYNOLDS: Of what?
Guys in ski masks?

HANK: It's a voice lineup, Reynolds.

Why don't you hop in there between,
uh, Sanchez and Morrison.

REYNOLDS: Yeah.

HANK: Think there are enough guys in there?
Maybe I should jump in, too.

MARK: Oh, I don't want you
in there with that guy.

You'd end up pointing
your finger at him.

Just let me handle this, okay?

(door opens)

MARK: All right.

Now, this is more about listening
than it is about looking.

Okay?

The men back there,
they can't see you.

If any of these men sound like the guy that
attacked you, you let us know, okay?

NITA: Okay.

MARK: Number one, please
repeat the phrase.

Get on your knees, bitch.
Scream and I'll kill you.

MARK: Number two.
REYNOLDS: Get on your knees, bitch.

Scream and I'll kill you.

NITA: No.
MARK: Number three.

Get on your knees, bitch.
Scream and I'll kill you.

NITA: No.
MARK: Number four.

BILLY: Get on your knees, bitch.
Scream and I'll kill you.

NITA: No.

MARK: Number five.

Get on your knees, bitch.
Scream and I'll kill you.

NITA: I'm... trying.
I really want to help.

MARK: I don't want you to
just pick one, all right?

Now, if none of these men
sound like the man...

NITA: Can I hear number two again?

HANK: Do you mean second from
the right... number four?

NITA: No.
Number two.

MARK: Number two, repeat the phrase.
REYNOLDS: Get on your knees, bitch.

Scream and I'll kill you.

NITA: That does sound
like it could be him.

I can't be sure.

MARK: You did very well.
Okay?

Thank you.

Thank you, gentlemen.

Okay, that's it. Everybody out.

MARK: Wanted to thank y'all
for agreeing to come down.

BILLY: Oh, just try
not to waste my time.

MARK: Yeah, I wouldn't think of it.

My client has agreed to
listen to your questions.

I will be advising him on whether or
not he should answer any of them.

MARK: Well, I'm really not going
to ask too many questions.

I'm just going to share some information,
and you can react to that as you will.

Now, some new information has come to light.
Some developments.

Evidence.

BILLY: I hope it's better than the so-called
evidence you had three years ago.

HANK: Okay, what's up?
MARK: So, where were you tonight, Hank?

HANK: Uh... I'm... I was...
I'm pretty sure I was at home.

Isn't that where I was
at when you got me?

MARK: Right.

(knock at door)

Yeah.

Please, uh. that's for him.

Okay, Hank, Hank...
make sure you drink this coffee, okay?

HANK: I wasn't even on duty tonight, Mark.
I had a few drinks. I let loose a little.

MARK: Yeah, well, how loose?
HANK: What the hell is going on, man?

How come you got me in here?

MARK: Listen, I-I got you in here

so we don't make a mistake, okay?

For both of our sakes.

Just tell me where were you tonight?

HANK: Uh, Corky's.
MARK: Okay.

HANK: And, um...
God, can't we just do this tomorrow?

MARK: Yeah, well, you know, we might.

Billy Whitman was in an
accident tonight, Hank.

HANK: Well, good.
Whoo!

Some good news.
I hope he's dead.

MARK: No, no.

Hank, before we go any further... okay?
As your friend, as your

partner, I am suggesting that
you get your union rep here.

Maybe even a lawyer.

HANK: You think I did
something to Whitman?

MARK: Somebody ran him
off the road, Hank.

HANK: Well, good for them.
Tell me who they are, man.

I'll buy them a drink.

It sure as hell wasn't me, Mark.

MARK: Where did you go after Corky's?
HANK: Uh... I imagine I went to my home.

Probably not, though.
I don't know.

MARK: Did you black out?
HANK: I don't think I blacked out.

I mean... I don't remember.

I sure as hell didn't see black, though.

I see black now.
Black coffee.

So, how is Billy Whitman?

He didn't have a chance
to rape somebody tonight?

MARK: His head hit the steering wheel.
Knocked him unconscious.

They treated him, released him.

HANK: Did he see who did it?

MARK: Nope.

Found some interesting things
in his trunk, though. Ski mask.

Length of rope.
Electrical tape.

HANK: Great.
So you found his rape kit.

MARK: No, we found the shit
that somebody planted there.

HANK: How do you know that?

MARK: Because an hour
before, he got a flat.

He called BMW roadside
assistance... They came.

The technician was
in that trunk, Hank.

He said he didn't see any of
that stuff in there,

so somebody must have planted it.

So I'm going to ask you one more time:

Do you want a lawyer?

HANK: He's in there, isn't he?

I don't want you
to talk anymore, man.

HANK: Do I have the right
to remain silent, Mark?

MARK: You don't have the
ability to remain silent.

HANK: Who's he in there with?
His high-priced mouthpiece?

Kasabian, the mayor, maybe?

MARK: You know what, you need
to shut the hell up right now.

HANK: You want to know if I
planted shit in Whitman's trunk?

The answer is no.
That's a sure-as-shit fact.

And I'll tell you who
did... Whitman did.

He planted his own shit
in his trunk, okay?

He flattened his tire, he got a
prior witness, he ran himself

off the road or he paid someone
to do it, planted the shit in

his trunk to set me up,
and you want to know why?

Huh, Mark?
'Cause he knows I'm on to him!

MARK: Hank, sit down!
HANK: I'm coming for you!

MARK: Sit down, Hank!

HANK: I'm coming after you, you son
of a bitch! I'm on to you, man!

KASABIAN: He'll be gone
by the end of the week.

BILLY: He better be.
HANK: Am I under arrest or what?

This is bullshit.

MARK: Now, I'm not going to even
ask if these look familiar to you.

They're just an unremarkable
pair of women's undergarments.

They're not from any
of the rapes up here.

I actually got them from the evidence
lockup in a totally different jurisdiction.

From a string of rapes in Temecula.

Now, we believe it's
the same perpetrator.

We also believe that the rapes
in Temecula

occurred before he
had time to perfect his M.O.

So, come Monday, these panties...
Well, they're going to get

dropped off at the DNA lab.

And I am sure that they're going to come
back with your joy juices all over them.

Okay.
Detective, that's enough.

MARK: If there's any reason why you
think you should plead out right now...

you'll get a better
deal than you will come Tuesday.

LAURA: He's one cool customer.
REYNOLDS: Yep.

MARK: Hey, can you give these to Gina, have
her sign them back into evidence for me?

REYNOLDS: Sure thing.
MARK: All right.

HANK: Think he took the bait?

You tell me.
You were watching.

Guess we'll have to wait and see.

(rock music blares inside bar)

(music continues inside)

BRITT: Hey, you go to
school with Katie Nichols?

GAVIN: Yeah.
BRITT: She your girlfriend?

GAVIN: Who are you?
BRITT: Hey, do me a favor, smile for me.

GAVIN: Why?

(Gavin groans)

REYNOLDS: Hey. You wanted the
rest of these old vic statements?

MARK: That's right.

Hey, um, why don't you do me a favor
and come in and close the door.

REYNOLDS: So you think this
guy's really gonna take a deal?

MARK: I don't see why he should.
Would you?

HANK: If I were innocent?
Hell, no.

REYNOLDS: What are you talking about?
HANK: Whitman's not the guy, Reynolds.

Never was.

REYNOLDS: What do you mean?

MARK: Apparently, the guy that we're
looking for, well...

He's a cop.

REYNOLDS: A cop?
MARK: Mm-hmm.

REYNOLDS: Since when?

HANK: Since this morning, when
a journalist named Laura Ross came to me

and told me it was you.

REYNOLDS: Me?

MARK: Ronnie, why don't you
just go ahead and have a seat.

And keep your hands
where I can see them.

REYNOLDS: Mark, this is crazy.

HANK: Three years ago, you were nearly
identified in a lineup by a victim.

You panicked.
You knew how I was leaning on Whitman.

So you ran him off the road and you
planted that rape kit in his trunk.

REYNOLDS: You hitting
the bottle again, Hank?

HANK: No.

If I hadn't back then, maybe I would
have seen it clearly, maybe not.

Maybe I was too close.
Maybe I'd still have my job.

Maybe I'd still have my marriage.

But Laura Ross saw it.

She pointed out some
really interesting things.

MARK: The perp knew exactly
how to cover his tracks.

He knew exactly what
we needed to look for.

That suggests law enforcement.

HANK: And guess who consistently was the
first officer on the scene every time.

You.

REYNOLDS: So?
HANK: So...(woman crying over TV)

REYNOLDS (over TV): Just one more time.
Just so we're clear.

He told me to get down on my knees.

HANK: You aren't about the rape.

You're about reliving it,

by making the victim recount to your face

the very things you did to them.

REYNOLDS: Come on, Mark.
You are not buying this load, are you?

MARK: At first, I didn't.
Let me ask you something.

Before you got here,
where did you train?

REYNOLDS: Temecula.
MARK: Temecula.

We found the rapes in Temecula, Ronnie

And they started right after you were hired
for your other career... being a cop.

REYNOLDS: That doesn't prove anything.
HANK: Maybe not, but this does.

That's you 15 minutes ago in the
evidence lockup, destroying

the very piece of evidence that
you were convinced

pointed the finger directly at you.

REYNOLDS: It's not real evidence.
MARK: It is now.

Fellas.

Read him his rights, take him
to the interrogation room.

REYNOLDS: I want a lawyer.

WHITMAN: Well, did you
get your man, detective?

MARK: Appears we have.
Thanks for doing this.

WHITMAN: Gets a rapist
off the streets, right?

MARK: Yeah, yeah, yeah.
HANK: It was a decent thing to do.

WHITMAN: Yeah.
Well, I'm a decent guy.

She, however, charges by the hour.
She'll be billing you for the time.

Gentlemen.

MARK: We owe it to you, Laura.

LAURA: Guess this gets you
out from under the cloud.

HANK: Yeah, sunshine from now on.

MARK: Need to catch up with him.

Thank you.

LAURA: No, thank you.
MARK: Mm-hmm.

(siren wailing in distance)

MARK: Well, it looks like
we finally got it right.

HANK: Laura got it right.
I had the wrong guy.

I did too.

Mark, until tonight...

I didn't know myself what
I did three years ago.

Hey, listen.

I'm kind of new to sobriety.

But I know I owe you an amends.

When we worked together, I was completely
out of control and... I'm sorry.

You were a great partner.

Thank you.

MARK: Thank you.

(car door closes)

BRITT: Talk to Gustafson, man!
MARK: Aw, shit.

BRITT: Talk to Gustafson!
Hank!

Hey, man, what are you doing here?
Hey, guess what.

I got the Wolfman.
I got him, baby!

(howling)

Get off me.

Weasel!

Mark!

HANK: Got to find out what's going on.
MARK: Assault, battery.

Pretty serious shit.
He could've killed the kid.

HANK: But he didn't.

MARK: That's the only thing
he got going for him.

Hey, I'll give you five minutes, okay?
HANK: Thanks, Mark.

What's up, tough guy?

BRITT (sighs): Aw, hell...
(Britt groans)

I took your advice.

Keep drinking.

That was just half of my advice.

You beat that kid pretty good.

Oh, yeah, he had it coming.

No, he didn't.

He wasn't the guy.

What?

The kid you pummeled,
she didn't sleep with him.

What are you talking about?

- How do you know?
- Cause I know.

Cause I've known.

Because Katie told me.

When?

When it first happened.

She didn't know what to do,
so she came to me.

No!

She was desperate.

She hated herself, she made a mistake,
she made a grievous goddamn mistake.

She was lost and she didn't want to lose
you, so I told her not to tell you.

BRITT: What? Why would you say that?
HANK: Because I didn't want to lose you!

Because I knew what you would do!
And look what you did, man!

And look where you're at!

You should've just listened
to me and walked away!

BRITT: You walk away.
Walk away, Hank. Walk away from me.

Just walk away, Hank.

HANK: Look, I...
BRITT: I don't give a shit!

Walk away!

HANK: I'm sorry...
BRITT: Get out of here!

(door opens)

HANK: All right, eeny meeny miny moe.

Scooter, free to go.
You.

BRITT: Me?
HANK: Come on.

BRITT: Cool.
HANK: Open two.

Hey, listen...
if you remember anything more

about last night, give
me a call, all right?

BRITT: Huh.
What do I call you?

HANK: Detective Dolwoh.
Hank.

BRITT: Hank.
Right on.

Hey, what about the other guy?
Asshole with the Beemer.

HANK: I handled him. What were you doing
out there stuck without a ride, anyway?

BRITT: Oh, no, I had a ride.
Dude just bailed on me.

HANK: Sounds like it's time
for you to get a new partner.

BRITT: Yeah.
HANK: In a new line of work.

BRITT: Hey.

I hope you catch this guy, man.

HANK: We will.
In time.

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