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Okay.

So basically, you're slumming it
at the A.G.'s office.

I never used that word.

No, I did.
Now you don't have to.

So...in three years, what?

You're running for Congress
or something?

Sir?
Oh, thank you.

I remember the college tour
with my parents.

They wanted Top 25.
I wanted Division I sports.

No,

So Mario's actually
taking Michael

to go visit Oregon State
next week, which is --

Mm, nice. Nice.
Corvallis is beautiful.

I, um, I was -- I was gonna say
it's far from home.

Yeah, I don't think
he's ready yet.

We are here tonight
because of Mario.

If it weren't for you,

we'd probably be over
at The Irish

drinking $5 beers
and having a much better time.

What? This is my one chance

to give the District Attorney
shit to his face.

Anyway, as we all know,

Mario's politics
tilt a little further right

than some of us in the office...

...which
is why I know he can handle

the isolation of being
the only one in his 50s, too.

Happy birthday, Mario.

We love you, but you are old.

And you are fired.

Fun.

- Mm.
- I, uh...

I have to make a phone call.

Excuse me.

What the hell
are you doing here?

Celebrating your birthday.

Maybe you and my wife
can be Facebook friends.

It's not fault.
Greg invited me.

Come on.
Totally your fault.

What does he think he's getting
out of the evening?

Probably...

what I'm going to give you.

This is, uh...

This is not private.

You're right.

Ugh! Finally.

If you don't want me
to pay attention

to what I've read about her,
that's fine, Normandy.

But I will tell you what
my eyes can see.

Mama, please. Look, you don't
know what she's been through.

I can see that
she's very young,

and that she needs someone
to help her

put together an outfit.

Ohh. And you're my mama,
and I love you. Mm-hmm.

But it's my birthday.

I want one night
with no drama.

I wanna dance with
the love of my life.

Hi, everybody.

Hello!

Yeah, you go, girl!

We are so excited you all
are here

to celebrate the birthday

of the best quarterback
on the planet...

Whoo!

...who just happens to be
my bae.

Aw!

I'm so proud and blessed

to have you in my life,
Normandy Parker.

No! No!

No! No! No!

Somebody call 9-1-1!

No! No, no, no!

Someone call 9-1-1!

Oh!

Oh!

Hey, what's going on?

Yeah, Koto wants us
on this shooting downtown.

You got somebody to watch
Louise?

No. Louise doesn't need anyone
to look after her.

She's 11.
She's smart and honest.

You have to work?
Thank God.

Is everything okay?

Yeah, I'll talk to you
when you get here.

All right, I don't even know
what to do about this.

Don't break it!
Are you kidding me right now?

It's not mine. It's Sophie's!

I don't care
whose it is, Lou!

I care that you have it.

A vape? It's a dumb choice.

Okay, so now I'm dumb?

No. You're not, which is why
I'm so disappointed.

You can't just go in my bag!

Cassie, come on.

Jesus Christ.
I was not ogling anybody.

I was being affable.

And I -- Affable?
You're so full of shit.

The -- the woman gets invited

to a relatively intimate
dinner party,

my party,

and -- and she doesn't
know anybody...

Right. Right...except for
Greg Lee, who's basically shitfaced.

Right. Yeah, right, right.
Yeah, you didn't know her.

Oh, you know what?
Come on, Cassie. Oh, my God.

This is paranoia, Cass.
It's textbook.

You're out of control.

I'm -- I'm the one
that's out of control?

So when the two of you left that
table for 10 minutes --

I was making a call.
Bullshit!

Oh, come on!
All right, fine.

No, give me the --
give me the --

Cassie, come on.

Will you stop it?

You changed your passcode.

What is it, Mario?

Come on, you got nothing to hide
from your wife. Right, Mario?

What is it?
You need to stop.

Give me the goddamn passcode.
No!

You need to give me this goddamn
passcode, you asshole!

Get out of my face!

Oh!

Are you okay?
Are you okay?

No. No, no. No.

All right. It's...

Oh!

Oh! No! No!

No, no. No. No, no, no.

No.

Help me.

No.

No!

Gunshots rang out
a short while ago...

...quarterback Normandy Parker

was celebrating
his 30th birthday.

Uh, hey, guys. A couple steps
to your left, please.

Thank you.

Thank you, sir.

Okay.

As you can see behind me,
4D is crawling with police.

No official word yet, but what
I'm hearing supports

what was posted on Twitter --
Normandy Parker is the victim.

I'm gonna try to get inside
and see what I can find out,

see if I can get eyes
on the body, but until then,

stay tuned for more details about
this -- SFPD, excuse us. SFPD.

Excuse us, step aside.

What's up, man?
Keep it going.

Okay,
as you can see behind me,

4D is swarming with police...

Hey, guys.
Hey.

So welcome to the circus.

I like the circus.

This is more like
a perfect storm of crap.

Evening, folks.
Step into my office.

The kid was in the top.01%

of physically gifted human
beings on the planet. Mm.

Two shots back of the head
put an end to that.

It's a shame, huh?

Face looks good.
No exit wounds.

Small gun most likely.

That's probably how
they got it in the club.

Small.22,.380, maybe?
Any trace?

Not yet.

Parker bought the place out
for the night.

Guest list
was about 350 people.

90% of them panicked and ran
when they heard the shots.

Is that the other 10%?

Yeah, staff, Parker's posse/
entourage up there,

and a couple my-friend-got-me
on-the-list types.

Any of them see the shooter?
Not clearly.

A few described a black man
in a dark hoodie

and gray ballcap,
but the lights were out.

What? Like completely?
All but the candles on the cake.

And then it was chaos.

All right, so what?

Somebody shoots a 3-time all-Pro
in front of 350 people,

and nobody can make
a positive ID?

Or nobody wants to?

Well, it's pitch-black,
though.

Everybody's running
for their lives.

Meanwhile, the shooter has
a straight shot out of the club.

Probably blended right in.

Guy clearly had a plan.
Yeah, he had a plan.

Couldn't have been easy
getting that gun past security.

Do we know the setup?
Standard.

Video at the door, the bar,
outside restrooms.

The guy in the blue shirt?

Mm-hmm.
That's the owner.

All right, I'm gonna go see what
I can get out of these guests.

Yeah, okay.
Let's go have a talk.

Hey, Hildy.
Yeah?

How are you?

I'm good. How are you?

I'm getting divorced.

Oh, my God. I'm sorry.
That's...that's awful.

Yeah,
you've been there, huh?

Yeah.
How are your kids doing?

Um...probably not good.

And I keep telling myself
they're fine,

they'll get over it,
and...

The resilience
of a youthful soul

and...

you know, um...

Yeah. Is that
how it went for you?

Your experience?

Yeah. It just takes time,
you know?

Yeah, I guess.

Hang in there.

Okay.

Pro athletes come here
all the time.

I know how they roll.
We always beef up security.

Everybody gets wanded.
Everybody gets patted down.

We search all bags.

Well, somehow a gun
got in here, so --

But not because I didn't take
the proper precautions.

Some asshole
didn't do his job.

Any idea which asshole?

No.
And I am a lousy detective.

So I am counting on you guys
to figure this out.

All right, well, we're gonna
need a list of your staff

and the last 24 hours
of your security footage.

Let me get you that
right now.

Excuse me. Lieutenant?
They told me you're in charge.

Yeah. Who are you?
Andrew Lippman, attorney.

My client's been told
she can't leave

until she's been questioned,
which is ridiculous.

She is traumatized and in
extreme emotional distress.

She's in no state
to answer questions.

Okay. Who's, uh,
who's your client?

Alicia Barnes.

She seems to be talking
just fine.

She's on the phone with
her spiritual advisor.

The love of her life
was just assassinated

right in front of her.

She's just trying
to keep it together

until I can
get her out of here.

Are you Lieutenant Koto?

Yeah. Let me guess.
You're somebody's lawyer, too.

Hi, Bruce.

We get here, woman's splayed out
in the middle of the road.

Guy's got an expired license,
refuses the breathalyzer,

and won't answer any questions.

Just tells me to call Homicide.

Okay, next time
someone refuses the test,

you don't listen
to anything they say,

and you bring them in yourself,
okay?

The guy's the DA.

Mm-hmm, yeah,
and you just got played.

Mr. Siletti, step out
of the car, please.

My wife's having
a panic attack,

so I-I need to make sure that
she gets

the proper medical attention
before you take me in.

We'll have an officer
take care of that. Let's go.

Excuse me.
Your wife will survive.

That woman didn't.

Now I'm sure you wanna kill
as much time as you can

before your blood test,
but we're gonna do this

while the booze is still
in your system. Now let's go.

Exactly what are you implying?
Hey, you want cuffs?

We can do it that way, too.

Let's go.

Can you move
out of the way, please?

Let's do it right here.

We are here live
in front of 4D club.

Um, as you can see...
Hey there, hey.

Uh, Ruggiero.

If I can't see the club, I can't
see who's coming in and out.

You wanna be my eyes for me?

You have to wait
for the press conference

with everybody else.

Screw that.

I'm right here.
You wanna go?

All these lawyers
and nobody's talking.

Yeah, well, put them on a list,
bring 'em in one by one.

All right.
We're gonna head back to 850,

look at that security footage.
All right.

Uh, Lieutenant.

Hey. Serena Parrish,
theparrishreport.com.

Yeah, you, uh,
you can't be here.

Yeah, no, I-I hear that.

If you could just confirm that
Normandy Parker is the victim,

give me a couple of details,
I'll get out of your hair.

Otherwise, I'm just waiting two
hours for the press conference

like everybody else.
Yeah, okay. Come on.

Okay, look, I can actually
help you.

At least hear my pitch
before you just toss me out.

Toss you out?
I'm going to arrest you

for interfering
with a police investigation.

Oh, so you don't have anybody
in custody?

I got you. Come on.

Okay, listen. L-- Wait.

How -- how well do you know
professional football,

Lieutenant?

You know any players personally?
Been in the locker room?

Had drinks with their agents
and wives?

Check out my blog.

Nobody's more plugged in
to this world than I am, okay?

Yeah, I know who you are, all right?
Great!

Then you know how invaluable
of a resource I can be.

Okay, this is a world
of entitled rich kids

who think cops are there
to bust them for weed

and shoot unarmed black men.

You need someone
they can trust.

We can help each other.

We're good.

Thanks. Now, let's go.

Hey, escort the lady to
her vehicle, please? Thank you.

Normandy Parker was
a complicated kid, Lieutenant,

way more than
he put out there.

But I'm sure you'll figure
that out eventually.

You got plenty of time.

Hey, listen.

If you ever cross that line
again, you will go to jail.

Okay? That's a promise.

Hey, shooter's in the wind.

No coffee breaks. Get to work.

Have your partner
come sit next to me

while I watch security footage.

That'll keep me awake.
Ah, but not focused.

Oh, I'll be focused.

Did you guys see Twitter?

What? Let me guess.
They, uh, they solved the case.

#thewhitebitchdidit.

All right, check this out.

Do you hear me right now?

If you ever disrespect me like
that again,

I will kill you.

I will kill you.

I swear to God,
shit will get real, okay?

I guess this is supposed to
prove she was the shooter, huh?

Well, 300,000 tweets
say yes.

The department hasn't even
confirmed the victim yet.

Ugh. Louise likes her.

Of course she does.

Honestly, I'm this close to
losing my mind with this kid.

Hildy.
What?

Two words --

Hot. Yoga.

Don't laugh.
Stop.

I'm dead serious. It has changed my world.

Yeah? In what way?
My skin is clear.

Your skin?
Excuse me.

When I wake up -- Yes? I'm
looking for an Inspector Molk?

Uh, he's not here.
Can I help you?

I'm supposed to draw blood
on a DUI.

He told me to get my ass
down here as soon as I could.

Oh, DUI with a fatality,
if it's Molk. He'll be here.

Come on.

Holy shit.

Hello?
Hildy, it's Dr. Hurst calling.

Hi.
I got your lab results.

I'd like you to come in
as soon as possible

so I can discuss them
with you.

What do the lab results say?

I prefer we didn't talk about
this over the phone.

Can you make it to the office
within the hour?

Sure.

Mom.

Mom?

Were you at that football
player's murder last night?

Alicia Barnes' boyfriend?

Yeah.

Did she really kill him?

That's what
they're saying online.

I don't know.

Is Ashley's mom
taking you to school?

Ashley has the flu.
You have to take me.

I- I have a meeting.

What kind of meeting?
Just a meeting, okay?

I need you to go brush
your teeth, please.

Dad's in town, isn't he?

Are you giving him money
again?

I don't know
where your dad is.

I need you to go brush
your teeth, though. We gotta go.

The technical term

is invasive lobular carcinoma.

Cancer?

Cancer..

that has broken through
the lobule

to invade the breast tissue.

You had said that biopsy
was just a precaution, though.

I did, but you don't perform
a biopsy unless it's possible

that nothing is going to turn
out to be something.

And here we are.

So what now?

I'm gonna refer you
to an oncologist

who will recommend
a course of treatment.

A mastectomy, chemotherapy,
and radiation at the minimum.

What else is there?

Additional surgeries
if the cancer's metastasized.

How old is your daughter?

11.

You'll want to get
your affairs in order.

Front door detail was doing this
most of the night.

The host checks the list,
gives them a stamp,

sends them to either one
of the security guards

for some love and affection.

Very thorough.

Just like the owner said.

Then this guy walks in
about 45 minutes later.

Fits the description
of the shooter.

So he gets his stamp,

gives one guy the nod,
then the other one.

Here it comes.

Hug it out, brother.

So this guy wasn't even
searched at all.

Was he the only anomaly?
Yep.

It's hard to make out his face,
but if this is the shooter,

the security guard
knows him personally.

And maybe knows why
he's there, too.

I'm gonna go check
the employee list. Good work.

There you go.

Brace yourself.

Oh...

That's pretty cruel and unusual.
Yeah.

So, uh, we're still waiting
for somebody

to come over from
the Attorney General's office.

Sure, yeah. Can't have
my own people doing this.

Are you sure you don't want
to call a lawyer or something?

No, I can handle
the arraignment myself.

Did you get the blood test
results back?

Mm-hmm.

So?

.069.
Under the limit.

So you were probably
over the limit

at the time of the accident.

There's no proof of that.

Well, it'll be argued
regardless.

It'll be thrown out, Jim.
It's not evidence.

Okay.

I have the right to refuse
a breathalyzer.

Yeah, you do,

in exchange for a one-year
suspension of your license,

which is already expired.

So I-I guess -- I guess we'll
let the DMV figure that one out.

I mean, you do know what
the DMV is, right?

Christ.

You, too?

That woman died right in
front of me.

She looked me in the eyes,

she asked me to help her,

and then she died.

That's with me
the rest of my life.

So don't act like I'm getting
away with something here.

Hey.

Parent-teacher conference,
right? How'd it go?

Good.

All right, good.
Uh, we got some action.

Keefer found video
of the, uh, possible shooter

slipping through security.

She's running the info on
the guard that gave him a pass.

Hey, what you got?

Darius Tompkins,
65 Crestwood in Daly City.

He's got a couple of arrests for
assault. Might not come easy.

Okay, we're gonna need some bodies.
You'll have 'em.

And I'll keep the call off
the scanners

so you don't have
a national audience.

Cool.

All right.

Hey.

Hildy?

You good to go?

Yeah. Let's do it.

SFPD! Open up!

What do you want?
Darius Tompkins. He in there?

He lives here,
but he's not here now.

Where he at?
I don't know.

What's in there?
Why you care?

All right, you know what?
I smell gas.

Hey! You can't come in here.

It's my duty to come in here.
Where's your furnace?

Hey! She can't just come in here!
Down here?

No!
Thanks.

Hey! Come back!

No one's in there!

Hildy, Hildy!

Drop it! Hands up!

Turn around!
Turn around! On your knees!

Hands up.
On your knees.

All right, cuff him.

Yeah, put him in here.

Hey.

Come on.

What the hell's going on with you?
What?

I've never seen you
turn your back

on procedure like that,
ever.

Well, she was lying through
her teeth, so...

He could've had a gun.
You could've been dead.

At least you.

You need to think about
what you just did.

Tompkins had a bat.

Shooter's been in the wind
for 12 hours now,

so at this point,
I don't really give a shit.

Let's go.

In the matter at hand, given
this is your fourth arrest,

bail is set at $50,000.

Defendant is remanded
to county jail

until the bond is paid or trial,
whichever comes first.

Docket number 2-6-7-6-5.

The People of the State of
California vs. Mario Siletti.

Take it you've chosen

to represent yourself,
Mr. Siletti?

Yes, Your Honor.
Okay, Mr. Siletti.

You are charged with

gross vehicular manslaughter
while intoxicated,

a violation of
California Penal Code 191.5.

How do you plead?
Not guilty.

Defendant entered a plea
of not guilty.

Does the State
have any thoughts on bail?

The State asks for $100,000,
Your Honor.

Why, exactly?

I'm the District Attorney,
Your Honor.

You know that I'm not
a flight risk.

A woman lost her life
last night.

Please, let's not leverage
that tragedy

into a political statement.

Hmm.

Except you just did.

Defendant is released
on his own recognizance.

Let's please move on.

No comment. No comment.

You wanna take first crack?

No. Go ahead.
Try to stick to procedure.

Listen --

Why don't you have a seat,
Darius?

But I wanna say --
Hey, man. Sit your ass down.

Okay.

Look, I've been calling
family services every week,

just like it says
on the notice.

Nobody gets on the line.

Family services?

I had a bad couple of months.

Doesn't mean I don't wanna
support my son.

All right. Who is that?

Why?

Why? Because it matches
the description

of Normandy Parker's shooter.

The only cat you didn't bother
to search that night.

Now you realize that's
conspiracy to commit murder.

No --
Just who is that, man?

No, it's not like that.
Come on, stop playing.

Just tell me who that is.

Darius.

No?

Okay.

Your kid's gonna grow up
telling his buddy

how his father loves to kick it
at Pelican Bay.

Billy James. Damn!

But there's no way
he shot Norm.

No? Why is that?

'Cause they've been boys since
way back, like Pop Warner.

Billy handles
Norm's security now.

They've been coming to the club
for years.

That's why
I didn't search him.

Go.

Did you see
the shooting yourself?

With your own eyes?

No. I just heard the shots.

Then I saw everybody
running out.

I knew the police would be
coming and didn't want a hassle.

There's no way
Billy did this.

No. Way.

Oh, blow it out your ass,
Krasnoff.

Hey, Michael. You seen the news?

Yeah, my fantasy team
is for shit now.

Have you seen the news about me?

No, Dad.
Normandy Parker was

a once-in-a-lifetime talent,
okay?

I mean, who cares about you?

I'm your...I'm your father.

And I'm also
the District Attorney.

And something happened
that you are gonna hear about.

What did you do?

There's gonna be a lot
of hyperbole and speculation,

and I just want you to know --
Okay, Dad, stop prefacing.

There was an accident.

Your mother and I were driving
on the street.

It wasn't well lit.

And a woman crossed
in front of us without looking.

Before I had a chance
to react...

the car hit her.

You killed someone?

No.

She -- she died in an accident.

Jesus Christ, Dad.

Michael, listen to me.

Words are important.

People are gonna say that
I was drunk

or driving recklessly,
and it is not true.

But the media,
and most of the public even,

don't care about the truth.

They want a story that sells,
no matter who it hurts.

But the truth will come out.

Eventually.

Until then, I'm gonna take
some time off from work.

Have fun.

What the hell
are you doin'?!

Wake up, lady!

Hey.

Hildy?

Can you come over?

And you've known
for how long?

Months, you said?

It's not exactly how --

Well, why didn't you tell me,
Hildy?

What, you didn't think I'd be
strong enough to handle it?

You've been through this before
once. It's not your problem.

Bullshit. That's bullshit!

You don't go through something
like this by yourself.

Well, maybe I just didn't feel
like a goddamn lecture, okay?

The doctor told me to get
my affairs in order,

so I was scared to say
anything.

I'm a single mom.
I don't have any money.

I don't know how much insurance
is gonna pay for.

I need to keep working.

Can't have them thinking
that I'm sick.

You know we take care
of our own.

You know that.

And what about Louise?

There's no hat to pass
for her.

Because if I die...

Don't talk like that.

She goes
to her drunk father.

And then after he craps out
in two weeks,

then it's my parents.

I remember being her age.

So much...in front of me.

So much shit
and so much of it bad.

If I'm not here

to help her make
the right choices...

Jesus Christ.
I really screwed this up.

I don't know how to do this.

It's okay.

It's okay 'cause I do.

It's possible the suspect has
crossed state lines,

so we are working in conjunction
with law enforcement agencies

in Nevada and Oregon,
as well as the FBI.

Any citizens who do see
Mr. James

should act with extreme caution

and contact the authorities
immediately.

It's safe to assume
he's armed and dangerous.

Question.
Yeah, Chief.

Has the murder weapon been
recovered yet? Not yet.

Chief, have you seen the video
with Normandy and Alicia Barnes

where she threatens
to kill him?

We're aware of it, yes.

Are you investigating Alicia
as a possible suspect?

Chief, about DA Siletti's
fatal accident,

can you explain why the SFPD
waited two and a half hours

before testing
his blood alcohol level?

Mr. Siletti's case
is in the hands

of the State Attorney General's
office.

You didn't answer my question
about Alicia Barnes, Chief.

No comment.

Chief, does Billy James
have any prior convictions?

SFPD here
to make an arrest.

Is there a suspect
in custody yet?

Do you have a suspect at all?

Are you here to question Alicia
or arrest her?

Hey, I'm-a arrest you unless
you get the hell out of my way.

Everybody, get across the street
or you're going to jail.

Across the street.

The law says we have a right
to be here.

I don't give a shit
what you think the law says.

Back up.

Back up!

Inspectors.

I'm Andy Lippman,
Alicia's attorney.

Is your client inside?

You know, I gotta say,

I'm a little hurt you guys
just showed up here

without calling first.
Not real polite.

Well, we figured
you'd be around, so...

We did think you'd wear shoes,
but...

Look, Alicia's always been
a big supporter

of first responders.
She intends to be cooperative,

but as I told your lieutenant
last night, she's in shock.

Anything she says,
it wouldn't be --

What the hell, Andy?!

I said no 5-0!

She said "5-0."
Mm-hmm.

They're leaving.
Go back inside.

You shouldn't have even
let them in the gate!

Go back inside and let me
handle this!

Hurry up, then!

You guys seem close.

Did you spend the night?

I did you the courtesy
of coming out here,

but I'm not answering your
questions, and neither is she.

You want access to Alicia,
you set up a formal interview,

or you get a warrant.

Otherwise, you're behind
the gates with the rest of 'em.

Have a nice day.

It was just clearly not

the typical attorney/client
relationship, you know?

So you think that's what
she's trying to hide?

A guy she's got on the side?
Oh, no.

No, no, this girl's not trying
to hide anything.

She's, uh, she just wants
everybody to know

she's too gangsta to talk
to po-po.

Her boyfriend was just murdered
in front of her.

I don't think she's really concerned about
her image. Well, she's a celebrity.

I mean, they're all concerned
about their images.

I don't think she's a killer,
though.

Well, we still need her
to talk.

Maybe we just need to use
a language she understands.

Serena?

Yeah.
Hey, I'm Hildy.

Wow, uh, hi. Koto didn't
tell me to expect a woman.

Very cool.
Ah.

Sorry, one second.

Okay.

Wow, so, uh, you must have
your own perspective on things.

Doesn't everybody?

Yeah, but some are
more interesting than others.

So how does this thing work?

Do I just basically tell you
what we know about

the Normandy Parker case,

and then you report it on your blog?
Yeah, yeah, video blog.

Plus a handful of other
social media platforms.

Okay. Yeah, your
message in my package

reaches millions
it otherwise wouldn't.

Cool.

Can I -- can I ask you
a question first?

Yeah.

You've been on full alert
ever since you got here.

You're talking to me,
but you're looking around,

watching the door,
clocking customers.

Even the way you're sitting,
ready to move.

You aware of that?

I don't know.
I mean, I think it --

it probably just comes
with the job, you know?

You're a reporter.
It's not that different.

It's very different.

I'm just a voyeur
looking for a story.

You know, you're --

you're in a constant state
of protect and serve.

There are lives at stake.

The energy of that, it's...
it's next level.

I'm sure there are moments
you probably just wanna

give it all up for something
normal, though, right?

Not really. No.

I love that.

So, uh,
what do you got for me?

Alicia Barnes.

Breaking news now

in the Normandy Parker
murder case.

As the manhunt continues for
suspected shooter Billy James,

police investigators are
looking to Parker's girlfriend,

pop star Alicia Barnes,
for answers.

According to a story
first broken

on theparrishreport.com... Do you
have to scour the news every night?

I'm a public official,
and public opinion matters.

I should know
what they're saying.

...a strong person of interest.

San Francisco District Attorney
Mario Siletti

was arraigned
on felony charges

of gross vehicular manslaughter
yesterday,

after a car he was driving
struck and killed

29-year-old
Graciella Ramirez...

I mean, they just keep saying
the same thing over and over.

According to police,
Siletti was driving

with an expired license
and refused...

Really, I don't know what
you're expecting to see.

The Ramirez family has asked
the Attorney General's office

for assurances that
Mr. Siletti's high profile

earns him
no preferential treatment,

and today, the lead prosecutor
on the case responded.

We'll investigate this case
thoroughly

and prosecute it vigorously,
as we do with all cases.

And we will look to the law
to guide us.

Mr. Siletti will get
no preferential treatment.

Christ.

You two are perfect
for each other.