All language subtitles for The Division s02e04 Forgive Me, Father

Hey, Nora.

Come here often?

I'm having flashbacks to my dorm room in
college.

Who found the body?

Homeless guy over there.

White female, late teens, over 20, found
wrapped in this bed sheet, naked

underneath.

Degree of rigor mortis, I'd say she's
been dead eight to ten hours.

A lot of blunt force trauma, probably
sexually assaulted.

Looks like a ruptured breast implant.

You finished with her?

Yeah. She's all yours.

Thanks.

Well, it definitely isn't a crime scene.

Probably a body dump.

Probably threw her off that overpass.

Victim's wearing makeup, nails are
manicured, professionally done, no more

I'd say, a week ago. So she's not from
the street, at least not for long.

She's got a little rose tattoo here on
her right ankle.

Yeah, mine's on my left.

Got it when I was about her age.

Well, let's see what a friend up there
knows.

No color fix, perfect skin, no track
marks.

So who are you?

How did you end up here?

Mom, you know what?

What? Whales don't even fit.

Nope, they're mammals. They have warm
blood, just like us.

We should be able to swim in the water,
too. Puppy wears your hat.

It's over there by the lockbox.

Daddy's here!

Daddy!

Hey.

Hi. You all set?

Guess what?

What? I got you a present. A present?
Yep. Check it out.

Binoculars! Wow!

I'll help you this way.

See, I hope you see the whales.

Watch.

Are you okay with Point Reyes, right?

Whale watching, yeah. I wish I was
going.

Come here, puppy.

Do I have to wear that? Yes, you do.

About next weekend.

Can we switch it? I may have to go to LA
for a few days.

Yeah, it shouldn't be a problem.

Listen, about Benjamin for lunch, I
don't want to... Yes, no tuna fish.

Yeah, I just think he might be allergic.

He'll be 100 miles from the nearest
tuna. Come on, let's go.

Hi, Mom.

I love you. Have fun, okay?

Okay.

I noticed you had a woman in your car.

Oh, she's a friend. She's giving her
lift to work.

Oh, you know that L .A. trip is a
possible record deal?

Yeah, they're sending some A &R people
up tomorrow night.

Gonna check me out and watch me play at
the station.

In case you wanted to come by.

I can't.

I'm busy.

Okay. No problem. See you another time.

Bye.

The preliminary coroner's report lists
the cause of death as inconclusive.

Time of death was between 10 p .m. and
midnight. The victim had multiple

contusions, broken bones, evidence of
sexual assault, but it's unclear if that

assault led directly to her death. We're
waiting for a toxicology and the

autopsy. This person doesn't list. Their
fingerprints aren't on file. They don't

even have a place to start.

Are there any distinctive markings or
piercings on the body?

She had a rose tattoo.

It's not that distinctive.

Why do women have rose tattoos?

Okay, Amy just faxed me the serial
numbers on our victim's breast implants.

Anyway, I called the pharmaceutical
company that made them. They sold those

implants to a Dr. Joseph Culp, cosmetic
surgeon.

Anyway, that's his address.

Just spoke to his nurse. You can catch
him at his office if you leave now.

Right, perfect. Yep.

Where did you put yours?

My what?

Rose tattoo.

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

Hey.

Hi. What's up?

D .O .S.'s Javier Gomez, single gunshot
to the chest.

Still had his wallet, I .D., and a
couple hundred in cash when the body was

discovered. My guess is somebody was
after Javier's little white friend. Ah,

ecstasy, our breakfast of champions.

So what, they go all the trouble of
killing him and they don't take his

Well, patrol was in the area, heard the
shots, responded with lights and sirens,

so they probably scared the damn perp
away.

Well, did they catch anybody?

Saw a Los Primos gang member down the
block, gave chase, guy caught his gun,

when he went back... Yeah, no gun. Yeah.
Any 911 call?

Yeah, there was one from a grocery store
owner across the street there.

Juan Rio.

I heard a gunshot, and I ran out and
took a quick look, and I saw a man

from the alley.

Out into the street, and that's all I
know.

Could you identify him if you saw him
again?

No. It was just a shadow.

Well, if you only saw a shadow, how do
you know it was a man?

Well, you can tell from shadows.

How long have you owned this store?

Since 1974.

Wow, 1974.

Neighborhood was beautiful back then,
huh?

You know this neighborhood?

Oh, yeah. I lived right on Guerrero
Street.

Really? Uh -huh.

I bet you shopped at the Miguel Diaz
Market, huh? As a matter of fact, it was

right near my house. There was a
laundromat and then the furniture place

then the market.

And to this day, Mr. Diaz made the best
chicken tortas I've ever tasted, man.

Well, that's because you never tasted
mine.

I don't sell hot food anymore. I barely
sell anything.

You remember how it was, Inspector?

There were families here.

Men went out and made a living, an
honest living, a hard living.

But now it's just drug dealers and
thieves.

Well, there's still good people here,
though.

A few.

Don't you think you owe it to them to
try and identify the person that killed

this young man?

I only saw a shadow.

Mira, Mr. Rios.

Ya tu sabe. If you don't identify him,
we may not have a case.

And if he goes free, you know he's going
to come back here and do the same thing

again.

You ever seen these before pictures?

They always have, like, a spotlight
shining down on them.

I mean, Cameron Diaz would look like
Danny DeVito on one of these things.

fooled by this?

Five million women a year.

Come on, all plastic surgery isn't bad.

I dated a woman once, a breast implant.

And how did you feel about that?

I felt fine.

They felt different, but it was a good
kind of different.

I mean, it's not about how I feel.

It's about how the girl felt about
herself. And after the surgery, she felt

secure, more comfortable.

Having the perfect body and the perfect
nose is still not going to make you

happy.

Hi, I'm Joe Cole.

I'm Inspector DiLorenzo. This is my
partner, Inspector Basso.

Listen to me, I've got to make this
quick because I am up to my ears in

rhinoplasty.

Let's talk in my office.

I found the information you're looking
for.

I placed those implants, 34D saline,
just over two years ago into a woman

Lucy Sanders.

And how old was she? She was 18 at the
time, but of course she was very mature

for her age.

Of course.

Wait.

What can you tell us about her?

Well, let's see. She was mature,
responsible.

She was a beautiful young woman who was
very insecure about her one minor

deficit. Well, two, really.

Tough crowd. I usually get a big laugh
at that line.

Is that actually what you tell the women
that come to see you?

I'm honest with them.

All right.

Here's the reality, Inspector.

Bigger is better.

People want bigger.

Breasts, bigger cars, bigger homes,
incomes.

Size matters.

I improve the lives of my patients.

In my own way, I believe I save their
lives.

When did you last examine Lucy?

Final post -op would have been about a
year ago.

Do you notice any trauma to her body
unrelated to the surgery itself?

No, never.

What's happened to her? She was found
dead this morning.

Oh, my God.

We'll be needing any and all personal
information.

Yeah, um...

I should have a file here for the next
of kin.

There we go. Everett and Martha Sanders.

Modesto, California address.

You know, in vice, I worked mostly
undercover.

I never really had to do any of these
notifications.

After the questioning, you can jump in
when you feel comfortable.

Yes? I'm Inspector DiLorenzo. This is
Inspector Basso.

I'm afraid we have some terrible news.

Mr. Rios, why don't you have a seat
right over here, okay? Can we get you

something? Un cestito? Un cafe?

No, I'm okay right now. And we're not at
that right now.

This is Juan Rios. He owns a grocery
store around the corner from where the

Gomez murder took place.

He's a little hesitant, but we think he
can ID the killer.

He's a suspect.

Um, Arturo Colon, high up the food chain
in Los Primos, patrols home in the

vicinity after the shooting. He threw a
gun into the bushes as they gave chase.

When they got back, there was no gun. So
in the interim, one of the mice in the

area took the gun and crawled back into
his hall with it. Probably.

Which means we'll never see it again.

So basically, we gotta manipulate this
poor man into snitching on one of the

members of one of the most dangerous
gangs in the city.

Colon's being held somewhere in the
Bayview area. We're gonna go interview

Raina, why don't you bring Mr. Rios some
lunch and keep an eye on him until we

get back?

Sure.

There was a woman in Gabe's car when he
came to pick Ben up.

So?

So, some bimbo blonde.

And?

And maybe he's moved on.

She said she was a friend he was giving
a ride to.

Please. He just wanted to marry me
yesterday.

Meg, you're the one who called off the
relationship, really. That's going up.

Why do you care?

I care. I don't know exactly why, but I
do.

Well, maybe you care because Gabe's a
great guy.

He loves you. He loves Ben. Really, what
more do you want?

I think you should care.

That's enough truth for now, okay?

Can you tell us where she was living?

In an apartment with some girls she
worked with at

Neiman Marcus.

They were all aspiring models.

Lucy wanted to be a model from the time
she was 12.

She'd come home with these fashion
magazines and cut out pictures of the

girls. She practiced in the mirror for
hours, like she was on a

runway. It wasn't our number one career
choice for her, but, I mean, you hear

stories about that business.

But we didn't want to discourage her
from it either.

She practiced so hard, posing.

It was her dream.

And I believe she would have succeeded.

Lucy was so attractive.

She lit up a room.

You couldn't take your eyes off her.

And how often did you speak to her?

Almost every day, first.

She got a big promotion at work, and she
was very busy.

No training in retail, but in less than
a year, they made her a buyer.

Beautiful and smart.

I have to forgive her father for
bragging.

See, she's our only child, Inspector.

And we were married 17 years before she
was born.

I was told I couldn't conceive.

She was our miracle baby.

When was the last time you spoke to
Lucy?

About a week ago.

She said she was feeling a little burned
out.

Talked about moving back home for a few
months.

We're just going to need her address and
telephone number.

And that's going to be all the
information that we need for now.

I had 20 years with my daughter.

wonderful years.

And that's what I'll choose to remember.

Not this.

You ever get used to that?

Do you get used to that the day you
quit?

You are.

Why don't we go somewhere quieter, Mr.
Rio?

Yes.

It's okay?

Yeah.

Um, would you like anything to drink?

Oh, no, no, no, thank you.

No.

Um,

Mr. Rio, look.

I can see that you're afraid, and I'll
be honest with you, I would be too, but

one thing I do know is that fear can
cripple a person, you know?

It just shuts you down.

It takes over your life, and one day you
wake up and realize you don't even have

a life.

I was trying to help.

I know, I know, and you did.

You came forward, you called the police.

Most people wouldn't even do that.

Javier, you know, I gave him a job, and
I offered him a future. The victim?

He worked for you?

Sorry to hear that.

I tried to keep him away from the drugs,
the poison, but I couldn't.

I failed. No.

No, Mr. Rios. He failed. That was his
choice.

He came into the store drunk.

He was screaming.

His eyes were wild.

And I followed him out to the alley.

I couldn't allow him to do this. Wait a
minute. Are you kidding? I had my gun

with me.

And I shot him.

What do you want to know about Lucy for?
Is she in some trouble?

She is.

Weren't you suspicious at all when she
didn't come home last night?

Home? Well, we were told you were one of
her roommates.

That was a scam for parents.

She hasn't lived in our apartment for
over a year.

Well, they also think she worked at
Neiman Marcus, but we know that's not

She did work there a while.

That's where we met. On our off days,
I'd go with her when she made the rounds

of modeling agencies.

How'd that go?

Not too well.

Lucy took rejection hard.

I remember one day she was just...

in tears, saying nobody wanted her.

The agent had told her she was already
too old to make it. She was so

Then she met Victoria, and things
changed.

Victoria.

Oh, this woman. We met at a nightclub.
She ran a dating service. Not like a

massage parlor. This was regular dinner
dates and stuff with lonely men.

Victoria Jameson.

That's her name. You know her?

Yeah, I know her. Oh.

I was hoping she'd ask me to work for
her, too, but she turned me down because

she said I didn't have the right look.

You know, big boobs, small waist, long
legs.

So what happened after Lucy started
working for Victoria?

She had money, clothes, everything I
always dreamed I'd have.

Except I didn't have the right look.

I guess I'm just not lucky.

Yeah.

Amy?

You don't know how lucky you are.

I don't suppose you read him as Miranda
Rice.

Why would we Mirandize him? He's only a
witness.

Not anymore, he isn't.

Brenda took him into the interrogation
room, started talking to him in an

to convince him to testify, and he
suddenly switched gears and confessed to

murder. What?

And he thought better of it, hired
himself a lawyer, and now denies

Which... leaves us with a huge problem.
This confession is inadmissible in a

court of law because it was given in a
custodial situation.

So we can't act on any of the
information in the confession. We can't

search warrant or test for gunpowder
residue.

I thought you were told just to watch
him. He looked like he needed somebody

talk to.

Where's he going?

Home.

Without evidence independent of his
statement of guilt, we can't hold him.

Juan Rios is a free man.

We're going to need a list of all of
your clients that Lucy saw.

I don't think that's wise. There are
people on that list who could destroy

career with a phone call. Why don't you
let me worry about my career and you

just give me what I asked you?

As soon as you produce a warrant, I'll
produce the list.

But you're not going to find her killer
among my clients.

I screen every one of them very
carefully.

What exactly are your screening
procedures?

They need references.

I do a credit check.

I naturally make it very clear that my
girls are paid for their companionship.

And nothing more. Of course, because if
they were paid for sex, then you would

be a pimp, wouldn't you?

A pimp, Inspector?

I took Lucy, who was from some hillbilly
family raised by cousins in Podunk,

Idaho, and turned her into a woman.

She didn't know what a salad fork was.

The only wine she'd ever had came with a
screw cap. The only stocking she ever

wore came packaged in a big plastic egg.

I took her and I molded her into the
kind of woman who can accompany a man on

weekend trip to New York and not
embarrass herself or me.

And what do I get for all the time and
effort I invested in her?

She quits.

She leaves me. When?

Six months ago.

She fell in love and couldn't work
anymore.

Well, now I'm going to solve your case
for you and tell you who killed her.

Really? Mm -hmm. Matt Walden, her
boyfriend.

You'll find he had a history of beating
women. My guess, he finally went too

far.

Just give me a second.

She told me to believe he's gone.

Yeah, I can tell you're all broken up
about it, Matt.

So where were you last night,
specifically between 10 p .m. and

You don't believe I had something to do
with it?

F3 felony assault arrest.

Man, all against women.

I've had some problems with anger
management in the past.

And I've overcome them.

And where did you meet Lucy?

I met her at a party for Paris and Nikki
Hilton at the Drake Hotel.

I promoted it. That's my job.

You're a professional party giver?

It's harder than it sounds.

Anyway... When a friend told me that
Lucy worked for Victoria Jameson, I was

surprised. I mean, Lucy was so innocent.
She didn't belong in that kind of

environment. She talked to me about how
she wanted to be a model.

I told her I'd try to help.

We began dating.

One thing led to another.

I got her to quit working and asked her
to move in with me.

How long until you lived together?

Two months. I had to ask her to pack her
bags.

She started drinking heavily.

And using drugs. I found cocaine,
amphetamines, all in the apartment.

I'm against drugs.

Sure. I mean, some morning she was so
drunk she couldn't even go to work.

Well, she said she stopped working.

Well, for Victoria, but she wanted to
earn her keep, so I hooked her up with a

friend of mine who had an entertainment
lounge.

A strip club.

So you got her a job as a stripper.

It was her decision.

And it was high class, topless only, no
touching allowed.

Okay, let me just sum this up for you.
You conned this girl into believing that

you loved her, and you'd actually get
her work as a model. You probably spent

what little savings she had, and you
sold her body so she could continue to

support you.

No, that's completely wrong.

Okay, she liked to dance. She loved the
attention. She was starved for attention

constantly. And when exactly did you
start beating her, Matt?

Can I speak with you alone?

Your partner, she didn't get it, okay? I
mean, I cared about Lucy.

But she could get out of hand.

Maybe once or twice I had to show tough
love, but it wasn't a big deal, like,

you know.

You had to save her from herself, right?

Exactly.

You and I, we're guys.

We understand. We know how this is. We
have a bond.

I would prefer to talk just to you and
get the chick out of the room.

Right.

A couple things, though, Matt.

Number one, you're very close to having
a bond between my foot and your ass

right now. That's about the only bond
we're ever going to share.

Number two...

The chick's name is Inspector DeLorenzo,
and if I ever hear you refer to her as

a chick again,

I'm going to go ahead and refer you back
to number one, okay?

You better have a very good alibi after
where you were last night between 10 p

.m. and midnight.

I was at home watching television by
myself.

That's not good enough.

Why don't you grab your coat?

Why? Because we are going to finish this
discussion at the police station. No.

He didn't kill that girl.

He was with me last night.

I thought I told you to stay in the
bedroom.

We were supposed to go to a movie, but
we had a fight.

I can see that.

It was my fault.

Yeah, okay.

Come on.

Is this I'm being arrested now?

Good guess.

You know, these handcuffs are cutting
into my skin. That's police brutality.

No, man, it's tough love.

It's tough love.

Matt Walden's alibi for Lucy Sanders'
murder checks out. He was with his new

girlfriend. Can we interview this
girlfriend? She's got a huge black eye.

Matt's handiwork.

The CD convinces her to press charges,
so at least we might get him behind bars

this time.

Small victories are nice. I'm looking
for the big one, guys.

How close are we? Probably okay.

Lucy just keeps thinking deeper and
deeper.

Honestly, I have no idea where this is
going to end.

CD, it ends with her death.

You're a police officer investigating a
homicide, okay?

I am desperate for some good news.

Officer Presley is alive.

I just won $50 million in the California
State Lottery and have decided to split

it with you.

Now, the crime scene tech found exactly
zero pieces of evidence at the site of

the Gomez murder. No hair, no clothing,
fibers, no footprints, nothing.

We went back and camped for other
witnesses, a neighborhood full of

Tommies?

Yeah, dumb, blind kids.

It's a Who song.

Actually, the album is called Tommy. The
lyrics you just referenced are from the

song Pinball Wizard.

You think I'm like 80, don't you, Jenny?

No, not 80.

Hey, check this out.

Javier Gomez, a crime victim who died in
the alley two nights ago? Yeah.

Also died in a car accident two years
ago.

Pretty unlucky guy.

Same birth date and social security
number? Same. This could be my good

So he's either a fugitive or an illegal
alien.

Not a fugitive. At least not in this
country. His fingerprints weren't found

any database.

It assumes identity credentials cost big
money, so it was not some poor border

hopper. Somebody with cash was behind
it.

Maybe the guy he was selling the X for
fronted him the money.

Maybe.

Maybe not.

We went to the Roxy Burlesque, Lucy's
last known place of employment. She

there about a month before the manager
fired her so she didn't smile at the

customers. Apparently she didn't enjoy
stripping and doing lap dances. Hard to

believe. He felt sorry for her, so he
introduced her to a film director that

knew. Lies in Morsex number 22.

Pro time videos, artistic exploration
into the carnal world of the girl next

door. That's your girl next door.

Yes, it is.

Look at a guy's face.

A face is the least important part of a
man.

There's no truth in a man's face.

I just don't know what she was thinking.

Maybe this was her...

last attempted fame, or maybe she'd even
given up at this point.

She did it to herself.

She came from a good home. She had
parents who loved her. I mean, she had

choices in life. She just made the wrong
ones.

You said the director goes to the girls?
They don't come to him?

Why don't you find out where this thing
was shot? Maybe we found Lucy's last

residence.

How are you today, Mr. Rios?

Fine, thank you.

Shed your sleep.

Like a baby?

Most killers do.

Mr. Rios came in here today freely
because he's an innocent man.

But if you're going to continue with
comments like that, we're leaving now.

We're sorry. My partner's comments are
completely inappropriate.

Don't you apologize for me.

Somebody's got to.

Mr. Rios, the crime victim, the man you
knew as Javier Gomez, who you admit

worked at your store at one time, He was
an illegal alien from Mexico.

Javier Gomez was an alias. Were you
aware of that?

No. He presented to me what I believe to
be proper identification.

Why did you hire him?

Hire him? Why did you murder him? That's
what I want to know. For quite some

time, Mr. Rios has been suffering from
delusions, bipolar disorder.

That accounts for that ridiculous
confession he made yesterday.

Okay. And has this... Disorder been
verified by a psychiatrist?

Diagnosed this morning.

Well, nothing suspicious there.

Mr. Rios, we sent Javier's fingerprints
to the Mexican police, and he did have a

criminal record.

Petty stuff, nothing significant.

But what was significant was his real
name.

And his real name was Martin Rios.

Yes.

Any relation to you?

Rios is a very common name.

Yes.

The manager of Martín's building also
said that an older man would often come

and have to pay his rent for him.

The man he described was you.

I paid some of his bills, yes.

Did you do that for every part -time
employee, or...?

Was my team special to you?

We know he was your grandson, Mr. Rios.

He looks just like you.

What we don't understand is why you blew
a hole right to the center of your

grandson's heart.

Okay. I have nothing more to say.

I killed no one, and I'm going home. Sit
down, please.

This conversation's over.

No, your client has an outstanding
speeding ticket that he's gone to

Excuse me. We're very backed up here, so
you need to sit down. Sit down, Juan.

You're not going anywhere.

Well, we almost had him.

If this guy is not a hardcore criminal,
we can break him. We just need the right

approach.

What do we hit him with next?

Come on.

Plea bargain.

Self -defense theory, what?

Maybe we're approaching this the wrong
way.

Maybe we don't hit him at all.

Warren, it's cleared on your ticket, Mr.
Rios. $400 fine, and you have to appear

in court.

Free to go?

Make sure you show up on the date
specified.

Come on, Mr. Rios.

They ruined our neighborhood, ¿Verdad,
Mr. Rios?

Con esa droga, esa ganga.

Well, they have no respect for life.

No, I know. Kids are not the way they
used to be.

Mi amigo Victorino, he died of a drug
overdose when he was 14 years old.

That's too many.

Two 12 -year -olds died last week.

12 years old?

You know, I remember, do you remember
Father Salsido? Remember from Our Lady

the Ascension Church?

He was trying to put together a block
watch to get them out of the

remember? Y le quemaron la iglesia.

The whole church burned down.

They beat him into a coma.

Yeah, I remember.

Uh -huh.

We moved away after that.

Pero tú te quedaste, huh? You stayed
there.

I had no place to go. This conversation
has nowhere else to go.

Your grandson was a gangster, sir. You
brought him to the United States. You

gave him a job. What happened? We have
nothing else to say. No, wait.

You don't know him.

He was a good boy.

He became a gangster.

That's right, Mr. Rios. That's right.
The gang made him a gangster, and he was

no longer that boy that you looked. What
did you two argue about on the morning

of the murder? Do not listen and do not
answer. No, wait.

I said to him that I would give him the
store and everything I had if he would

just stop.

And he said to me that he and his
friends were going to burn down the

Like the church?

So you felt you had to do something,
right? See?

So I got my gun and I ran out into the
alley. I was just going to scare him.

And I tried to take the drugs away from
him.

But he was too strong for me. And he
began to laugh at me. And he said that

was never going to stop.

So I had to do it.

I wasn't going to allow him to poison
another child.

It wasn't your decision to make, though,
was it, Mr. Rios?

I believe it was.

She comes in here sometimes.

Does she ever make a movie in here?

Could be. I don't know.

Does she keep a regular room? Nobody
keeps a regular room here, lady.

Do you remember seeing her in here two
nights ago?

Yeah, I remember her.

Only because she stole some of my
sheets.

Stole your sheets? Yeah, some of my
sheets right here in this room on the

corner.

All right, here we go.

You sure this is the right room?

The guy she was with rented the room for
one hour for about six o 'clock.

He came back down to the desk at seven o
'clock and paid cash for the whole

night. I guess he was having a good
time.

Did you see them leave?

He left about 8 o 'clock.

The next morning, I checked the room.

No sheets. I get docked for that. Out of
my own pocket. What about the woman?

Well, it was. She was giving it away.

I looked outside once. I noticed the
door was open and a couple of guys

up off the street.

And you did nothing?

None of my business.

Did you see her leave?

Come to think of it, no.

Look, I got to get back to the desk.

You ought to take all the time you need.

CD?

Just trying to figure out where Lucy's
head was at before she died.

God, she must have felt so trapped and
terrified and alone.

Okay, let's just, for the sake of
argument, say that this is the crime

Now, there's a lot of people outside.
How do they get a body out without

seeing it?

Simple. Wrap her up in a sheet and drag
her out into the alley like a piece of

garbage.

Jen? Yeah?

You want to go listen to some music
tonight?

Music? Mm -hmm. At a club?

Oh, this wouldn't be jazz music, would
it?

Well, maybe.

Band led by a...

A certain doghead piano player?

Possibly.

Yeah. Yeah, I'll go.

Oh, good. Okay. Where are they playing?

Excuse me.

Can I talk to you for a second?

Yeah. I'll wait for you downstairs.

All right.

Okay,

look.

All right, here it is. You told me not
to talk to Mr.

Rio, then I did.

I screwed up.

But, uh, it's a bad call.

But I sensed he needed to talk.

And, um, I acted on my intuition. That's
just who I am, Inspector.

So, look, just rip me apart right now.
Let's just get this over with. Because

those looks you're giving me are fate
worse than death.

Marina, I am not here to rip you apart.

You just need to use better judgment.

I know.

I know.

Well, the truth is, most basically
honest people have an attack of

They can't live with what they did.

They want to confess. Usually that
happens within 24 hours of the crime,

then they shut down. So, yes, your
instincts to talk to Mr. Rios were

The way you went about it was wrong.

And I'm really sorry.

Don't be sorry. Just don't let it happen
again. Trust me, I won't.

Thanks.

Lucy died of heart failure.

Heart failure?

High levels of cocaine and alcohol in
her blood were contributing factors.

Okay, what about all the bruising and
the broken bones?

Determined to be post -mortem.

No doubt occurred from dropping her off
the overpass.

The lab says there were six distinct DNA
samples on the bed sheet.

She must have stopped breathing when she
was with one or more of these guys.

They panicked, thought they killed her,
and decided to get rid of the corpse.

Okay, so we don't have a murder, but we
do have a multiple rape. We could bring

in the death clerk, show him some mug
shots.

She was prostituting herself.

Even if we could identify these men,
determining who she gave her consent to

who she didn't, that's an impossibility.

We can't just give up on this case.
There is no case. This case is closed.

Contact the parents, explain to them.
We're very sorry, but there's nothing

we can do.

We should tell them in person.

I'll drive.

You know, if you don't mind, I'd like to
go alone.

Are you sure you're all right?

Could have called ahead and reserved a
table away from the bar.

Meg, if I didn't drink when Teddy turned
me down, I'm not going to drink now.

No, I blew it. It's over.

Case closed.

Your case, on the other hand, remains
open and in some serious need of

reevaluation. My case?

Just walk down the stage now.

So I guess you made it.

Oh, great.

Really great.

Thank you.

This is not the same band though, right?

Well, the bass player and I, we played
before.

Oh. But the percussionist is a new guy.

So I guess Ben told you, no whales.

Yeah. He told me no whales.

He said actually that you guys saw a sea
serpent.

The Loch Ness Monster.

I kid you not, he's out there.

Listen, I've got to be in this meeting
right now with the record people.

Okay.

So why don't you stay for a second, sir?

New babysitter. Camp.

Okay. No problem.

But thanks a lot for coming.

She meant a lot to me, Magda.

You're welcome.

Bye.

Gabriel.

She wasn't murdered?

We saw her face, the cuts and bruises.

They were made after her death.

How?

That has yet to be determined.

But if they were made after her death,
then she wasn't beaten.

She didn't suffer?

I don't believe that she did.

I suppose we can be grateful for that.

We did our best to educate her about the
world, Inspector.

But I guess our best just wasn't good
enough.

I don't think you can blame yourselves
for this, Miss Sanders.

You've only seen our daughter in death,
Inspector.

I want to show you how she lived.

I'll make you some coffee.

Her first day of kindergarten.

She was captain of her soccer team in
grammar school.

She loved us.

I just don't know how this happened to
my little girl.

All your questions Begging

you To keep on searching Never

resting Running out of air

Disbelieving Cause you're not seeing

Spending, spending precious time

Precious