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Get me a Dad's. Wintergreen.

And everything
in the register.

Okay. No problem.
No problem.

Just stay calm.

I am calm. Open it.

Okay, put it in the bag.
You're doing good.

No, wait. Don't --

Where did you get the gun?

Oakland. All legal.

So, Mr. Samnang, you mentioned

the victim pointed the gun
at you.

Yes.

Ah. But when we arrived,
the gun was stuck in his pants.

I don't know.
Things happened fast.

I see my life before my eyes.

So you don't know whether
he pulled the gun out or not?

You don't understand.
People afraid of you.

But me?
I'm afraid all day long.

I was robbed three times
last year by men with guns.

Police come too late.

Okay, I believe
that's all we need.

If you have any questions
or need anything from us,

here's my card.

You mind if we just see
the, uh, security footage?

Just to confirm
what you told us.

No problem.
You see I did the right thing.

I stand my ground,
like they say.

So bullet was.22 caliber.

And it bounced around inside
like you'd expect.

And then I'm still waiting
for some more interesting stuff.

Something more interesting
than the cause of death?

I think so.

For starters, I sent
blood samples to toxicology

to see if he was taking
any enhancements.

Enhancements?
You think he was juicing?

Well, P.E.D.'s help
in two major ways.

They increase
lean muscle mass

and then they speed recovery
from injuries.

So here you have a guy
who had 5% body fat,

and his muscles have muscles
on top of them.

But if you dig
a little deeper,

then you'd find out what
the game actually did to him.

So he had global ligament damage
on both ankles.

He had twice torn
and repaired ACL.

He had surgically repaired

subscapularis
and supraspinatus.

My point is, you know,
you have this 30-year-old guy

who's got the body
of a senior citizen.

Mm.

You know, so I'd be shocked
if he wasn't taking something

to help him play at that
kind of level.

But then even that doesn't
explain the biggest find I had.

What was that?

Oh, he had a-an aortic aneurysm,
about 3 centimeters.

Aneurysm. Now that can
be fatal, right?

Yeah, it can be.

I mean, for the average person,
you monitor it,

and then you operate if
the aneurysm grows,

like another centimeter.

But Normandy's
cardiovascular system

was taking such a beating
every day

that his aorta
could've popped, like,

next time he stepped
on the field.

So do you think he knew
he had it?

No, I think the doctors
would've said, you know,

"you have to have this
operated on."

So I don't think he knew.
I mean,

he's a world-class athlete
in the prime of his life.

And, you know, last thing
he was thinking about was

death by natural causes.

Well, how would the team doctors
not have found it?

I mean, he just got
a $77 million extension, right?

So would he not have had
a physical at some point?

I don't know.

Maybe echocardiograms aren't
part of the deal, you know?

The teams with all that money --

they just care about shoulders,
elbows, and knees.

But they missed a time bomb
sitting right up in his chest.

Forget about how you think

you feel about me personally
for a second.

This is a high-profile,
easy win, right?

I am dropping a ripe piece
of fruit in your lap right now.

Well, you know, Ken,
I'm not gonna beg you,

so it's your loss.
Oh.

Maybe you have
to be an actual criminal to get

one of these defense attorneys to
represent you.

Why you dressed like that?

You know,
it's time for school.

I'm not going.
Why not?

'Cause I don't want to spend
the whole day hearing about

how my father's a drunk
and a murderer.

And you're okay with that?

Normandy Parker's girlfriend,

pop sensation Alicia Barnes,
refuses to comment.

Meanwhile, police are
on the hunt for

Mr. Parker's close associate
and childhood friend,

Billy James... You don't
have anything earlier?

No, it's just
I was under the impression

that it was important for me
to see the doctor

as soon as possible. So...

Right, well, it'll have to,
I guess. Thank you.

Oncologist can't see me
for a week.

Oh, well. Just another
million cancer cells, right?

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Hey.

This, uh...

This whole thing
you're going through,

it's a -- it's a life changer,
you know?

To say the least.

It's a lot to handle...

just all on your own.

You need help.

So...

I think I should move in
with you.

What?
Yeah.

Hey.
What's up?

What's happening?

Jesus. What's with
all the kombucha?

We're cops,
for Christ's sakes.

You should try it.

Come on. Come on.
Take a walk with me.

This is gonna be
a shitty conversation,

but we -- we gotta have it,
okay?

Minimum, we're talking
months of chemo.

There are gonna be days
when you won't be able

to get out of bed, much less,
uh, cook or do laundry

or even
take Louise to school.

You know, she's gonna need
somebody to be there

in a way
where you can't be.

And I wanna be that person.

All right, now I don't wanna
make you uncomfortable.

You know, I'll sleep on
the couch or -- or whatever.

But...

Hildy, you and Louise

are the closest thing I have

to family now,

so I wanna take care of you.

I wanna help you beat
this thing.

I was there when your
wife died, Terry. Okay.

I saw what you went through,
how paralyzed it made you.

Please don't try to turn this
on me, okay?

You're looking for
a second chance,

and I'm obviously not
in the position to say no.

But...

the really shitty conversation
that we need to have

is the fact that,
no matter what we do,

the odds are...

you're gonna lose me.

Hey.

Mnh-mnh.

So who's our first victim?

Daphne Parker,
Normandy's ex-wife.

Daphne...

What you got?

Uh...

Let's see.

Looks like soon-to-be ex-wife,
according to SLY.

They're still
hashing things out.

This your new homework?

I need a distraction.
Yeah.

Ooh. Heads up.

Hey, Alicia.

Can I get a picture?
It's for my daughter.

Sure.

Awesome. Thank you.

You two. We need to talk.

Okay, well,
I'm all about talkin'.

Right this way.

So...

I wanna know who made the leak
to the press

calling my client
"uncooperative."

Ah, what leak?

They all quoted
an SFPD source,

and you're the two cops
who came sniffing around.

So do me a favor.
Cut the bullshit.

Okay. Uh...Andy, is it?

Andrew. Lippman.

Okay, Andy, you need to
go back out, come back in,

and reconsider the tone that
you're using with me.

Oh, you got a problem
with his language?

I'm getting death threats.

Normandy's fans want to kill me.

You need to issue an apology.

You're playing this
all wrong, Alicia.

Oh, you think I'm playing?

No, I think
you're legitimately scared.

I get it.

But this is
a homicide investigation.

And whether you like it or not,
you are in it.

So stop pointing fingers
and start figuring out

who your real friends are.

Do you understand?

The SFPD are my friends...

until I don't do
exactly what they want.

Then they start talking shit
about me to the press.

"TheWhiteBitchDidIt"
is trending on Twitter.

Thanks, friend.

You think that has anything
to do with the video

with you threatening him on it?

You mean outside
the Ferry building?

Mm-hmm.
Yeah.

I got in his face

for, like, 30 seconds.

So that's your whole thing?

You think that makes her
an actual suspect?

Well, Twitter does.

And y'all aren't saying
anything, which is cool,

but it's like this.

Either they're gonna come up
with a story

or you're gonna come up
with a story.

So, I mean, come on, you might
as well just tell me

what went down that night.

This was about a month ago.

Okay.

Normandy had lunch
earlier that day with Daphne.

And...

he didn't tell me about it,
so I got pissed.

All right.

I don't even know why
I'm sitting here right now.

You should be talking to her.

Daphne. Why is that?

Because she and Billy
were hitting it.

Normandy's ex-wife
and Billy

were having
a sexual relationship?

I heard Normandy and Billy
fighting about it

when I came home,

same day Daphne and Normandy
had their lunch.

He told me he wanted
to alter the prenup

so she got less money
in the divorce.

Daphne flipped

and told Normandy she'd been
with Billy.

She just wanted to hurt him,
I guess.

So Normandy came home,
found Billy,

and fired him that night.

So Billy was no longer employed
by Normandy

at the time of his death.

As far as I know.

I never saw Billy
around again.

Thank you.

I still haven't heard
what you're gonna do

about the death threats.

I need protection.
I want cops outside of my house.

Right. You have security,
don't you?

Uh, my cell's on the back.

Tell them to reach out
any time, day or night.

I'll make sure they get it.
Oh, God.

Right.

Oh, that's right.
You can't even look at me, huh?

Is that 'cause you stole my man
and now he's dead?

Okay.
Right?

You know what?
Keep looking down, snowflake.

What did you call me?

Alicia... I'm sorry.
Are you deaf now, too?

'Cause I can say it louder,
you twig-nosed bitch.

Okay. Let's not do this here.
Excuse me?! You know what?!

You're trashy. You're trashy.
Get her out of here.

You know what? Money doesn't buy
Daphne.

So -- so this is how SFPD
handles their business, hmm?

Take a deep breath. We'll be
with you in a moment.

Come on. Come with me, please.

Girlfriend and the wife?

We forget how to schedule
interviews?

They showed up unannounced.
It was a fluke. I'm sorry, sir.

All right,
this is your investigation.

Control it.
Yes, sir.

All right, Billy's grandma,
Rainelle James,

lives in the East Bay.
Go talk to her.

Hildy and I will take
the ex-wife.

I'm gonna split you two up

so we can cover more ground,
all right?

Uh...

There a problem?

No problem, sir.
Loud and clear.

Mrs. Parker, we appreciate
you coming down.

So I assume that you know
we're looking for Billy James

in connection with
your husband's murder.

I heard, but it's crazy.
Billy would never hurt Normandy.

Where is Billy now?

No idea.

Oh, really?

Oh, that's -- that's weird.

I just assumed that
you would know,

given you guys are having
an affair.

Weren't you?

Don't answer that.

Normandy fired Billy
when he found out, right?

I also know that Normandy had
plans to alter your prenup

after
the contract extension.

And the way he treated Billy
was...

I mean, the guy was loyal
like a dog,

and Normandy treated him
like a servant.

I see why you two found
each other.

He screwed you both, right?
Right?

I mean, plenty of relationships
are based on less.

So Billy kills Normandy.

You two live
happily ever after.

He does it before
the prenup is altered.

But whose idea was it
to kill him?

Was it his or yours?

Unless you're charging her,
this interview is over.

Daphne, let's go.

It was one time. That's it.

Daphne, don't say --

Look, I'm gonna talk,
if I wanna talk. I wanna talk.

Okay.

I knew it was a mistake
as soon we went there.

Billy did, too.

And nothing -- nothing ever
happened with the prenup.

The law is the law.

Normandy just lost his head for
a minute and then he let it go.

I don't even think it was
his idea in the first place.

Whose idea
do you think it was?

Probably his business manager,
Nick.

He was always on Normandy...
about money.

Normandy and I were together
since we were kids.

It's a bond.

Married or not, that's a bond.
And I would never wish him dead.

I would never wish that
on my babies.

I mean, believe whatever
you want, but believe that.

Are we done?

Yeah, thanks.

How do you think the gun
got back in his pants?

I mean, come on.
He never drew it.

So what? The DA's office already
said, "No, thanks."

We're wasting our time.

Yeah, but Reardon is two clicks
to the left of Siletti.

And -- and if he saw this,
maybe he'd change his mind.

I think he'd be very interested
in an unjustified shooting.

Except this wasn't really
unjustified.

And Reardon's top dog now.

Power breeds
a conservative mind-set.

Okay, wait, wait, wait.
Wait, here.

Here -- here it is.

See? See? Look.
He never drew. He lied.

He didn't lie. He probably
assumed he'd pulled it

or was about to, and put the two
things together in his mind.

Like he said, he was scared.
What if he didn't know?

What if he was just pissed
and trying to make a point?

He killed someone,
so the why matters.

There's a difference between
vigilantism and self-defense.

Uh, look, is there another angle
so I can see his face?

Ay, yi, yi.
Just indulge me, okay?

Um, yeah. I have this from
the front door in the corner.

It's kind of far, but at least
it's angled toward the register.

Hey, stop the tape.
We're not there yet.

Just stop it.

Now rewind it just, like,
two seconds.

And hold it.

That guy right there.

The one leaving just as Tim
was headed in.

You recognize who that is?

Holy crap!
Mm-hmm.

That's Billy James.
Jesus.

Just seconds before
the robbery.

Every great investigator
gets lucky sometimes.

Where is this?
Corner of Polk and Geary.

Do we know which way
he was headed?

Uh, I've got
surveillance footage

from the bank
across the street.

He walked right across
the parking lot. No car.

With a bag of groceries.

Suggests he's hunkering down
in the area.

Let's start knocking on doors.
All right.

Good work.

That was a waste.

Yeah.
If Billy's hunkering down,

it's definitely
not around here.

You know,
you should go home.

You should be with Louise.
I'll do the paperwork.

Well, she's at
a friend's house.

In the middle of the week?

Yeah, I don't wanna be alone
with her

'cause then I'd have to tell her.

Well, maybe you can get away
with skating through

this whole thing without
telling anybody, right?

That sounds like a plan.

Great.
My doctor called.

I don't feel like
calling her back right now.

I don't wanna deal with more bad news.
Call her back, Hildy.

Dr. Hurst.

Hey, it's Hildy Mulligan
calling you back.

I just got your message.

Thanks for calling me back
so quickly.

I have news.
Okay.

There was an error
on the part of the lab,

and your biopsy results were
switched with another patient's.

In 20 years of practice,
I've never had this happen.

I assumed there were protocols
in place, but apparently not.

The results of your biopsy

were negative.

What do you mean "negative"?

Your mass was benign.
You don't have cancer.

But I want you to know,
with your family history,

your infrequent doctor visits,

your reluctance
to get mammograms,

this diagnosis could very well
have been legitimate.

You're at an age where
none of this is theoretical.

And you need to do a better job
at monitoring your health.

You only get one life,
so consider this a wake-up call.

Okay?
Yeah.

Thank you.

What is it? What happened?

She said I don't have cancer.

What? How...

What?
How is that possible?

I don't know. I don't --
I don't understand.

She said that they...
they somehow got the...

the lab results mixed up
or...

Oh, hey. You can't just
go in there.

Frank.

Good to see you.

Sorry, Mr. Tucker.
He just came in.

It's okay, Christy.
Mario's a friend.

You're in
some hot water, huh?

Uh, lukewarm.

That's not what they're saying.
Well, "they" weren't there.

It's dark as hell
on that street,

and this woman jumps out
in front of my car.

I slam on the brakes.
She's practically on top of me.

There's nothing
I could've done.

You know, at the end of the day,
it's a nothing case.

The police report is out there.
You refused a breathalyzer.

I drew.069 officially.

Two hours after the accident.

They test you out on the field,
you're gonna blow a.085.

In court, that's shitfaced.
This is never going to court.

Really?

The D.A. of San Francisco
gets busted

for vehicular manslaughter
with special circumstances.

You really telling me
this is a nothing case?

You sound like
you're interested.

It's a bad fit.
It's a perfect fit.

Mario, I'm the last guy
you want on this.

Half the judges in this town
hate me.

Plus, the minute I come aboard,
your press attention doubles.

That's two strikes against you
right there.

Look, unless you're willing
to come work for me,

you're gonna have an election to
win after you beat this thing.

I got the perfect guy
for you.

Really?

Are his offices
in the Galleria,

maybe next to
the food court?

Don't be a snob, Mario.

For what you got,
he's the best in town.

Oh...

So should we talk or...

About...what?
About last night?

Yeah.

Can we not?

Can't we just
enjoy the moment, please?

Yeah, sure.

But last night was
pretty great.

Yeah, it was.
It was something good.

All right.

Should we go to work? Mm.

Is this the same tie as yesterday?
Yes, it is.

It's the same?
Mm-hmm.

Can I call you Mario?

Okay.

Good.

Mario.

I just want you to know
that I know how you feel.

Right? You're embarrassed,
humiliated,

angry, overwhelmed,
confused.

It's all entirely normal.

I- I know this because I have
done hundreds of these cases.

DUI is all that I do.

Listen, Al?
I- I...Whoa. Sorry.

You don't have to do
the whole hand holding,

ya-dee-da thing for me, okay?

I'm gonna make this easy
for you.

All you have to do is walk
a deal down to the AG's office

and have them sign it.

It's a nothing case.

Oh.

Okay. But, mm...
Uh, how so?

First of all,
I wasn't drunk.

You can check
the police report.

And no, I wasn't speeding.

It was a dark night, and this
woman wearing dark clothes

jumped out from between
two cars right in front of me.

Looking at her cellphone,
she's completely distracted.

There's nothing I can do.

And no one
can prove otherwise.

Hey, Janet, can you print up
a couple of fee agreements?

Yeah, yeah.
And -- and -- and check who

at the Attorney General's office
is handling Mr. Siletti's case.

It's Melissa Danson.

Well, never mind on that
last thing.

Why,
you are making this easy.

The people over
at the AG's office --

they're my people.

Prosecutors,
law and order people.

They know me,

and we all want this thing
to go away.

Melissa Danson's tough,
but she's fair.

Now you go in
with misdemeanor vehicular,

she's gonna make a face,
but in the end,

she'll go for it.

Okay.

Billy James is still
in the wind, huh? Yes, sir.

Well, maybe one of you can
pluck him out of the wind

before I retire, huh?

You guys, the Chief is already
2 miles up my ass,

and I am tired
of making excuses.

Sir, it's not like anybody's
sleeping on the job here.

All right, we got
a full dragnet out.

We got airports, bridges.

We got foot patrol working
every neighborhood

from the Marina
to Ingleside.

And we think the situation
with Normandy's ex-wife

is gonna really help us, too,
so we're digging there.

So you think her thing with
James amounts to something.

Well, she's still
sole beneficiary

on his life insurance.
I talked to Normandy's lawyer,

and he said that he had plans
to change the designation, so...

But Billy got to him first.
Yeah.

Lines up pretty neatly
for the two of them.

Can't really ignore it.

Yeah, you can't bank on it
either.

You get anything
from James' grandmother?

She said she didn't know
anything,

and, uh, and I believe her.

Yeah, but she's gonna call
as soon as he shows up, right?

Hey, a guy in Excelsior

saw someone matching
Billy's description.

Said he's staying in
the apartment above theirs

over on Silver and Madison.

Oh, great.

I appreciate you coming down,
Mr. Arkin,

but there is no deal
to be made here.

Wait. N-no deal at all?
Just straight to trial?

Well, unless your client cops
to the felony.

That's not happening.

Well, then we're back
to my original point.

Ah, Mr. Siletti said
you were tough, but, um...

but I mean,
you know, he's --

he's never even had
a speeding ticket.

As far as the incident
is concerned,

there's a mountain
of reasonable doubt.

Your client
tell you that, too?

No, just looking
at the facts.

I was there, Mr. Arkin,

at Mr. Siletti's dinner party
the night of the accident.

I left early, but I and every
other guest there

saw how much he was drinking.

Well, moderately, according to
the test results.

Which he manipulated by refusing
to test at the scene.

Yeah, honestly,
I...

I'm mystified.
Is this personal for you?

Because otherwise, I don't see
the upside for you on this case.

And you've made a living off
that mind-set.

Nobody really cares
about drunk driving.

Why clog up the courts
when we can get people like you

to plead them out
to infractions?

Well, like you say,
it's a living.

And then, you're free to spend
the taxpayers' dollars

chasing real bad guys.

You know, transnational gangs,
human traffickers --

Mario Siletti is the chief
law enforcement officer

in the city
of San Francisco.

His actions left
a man widowed

and two children without
a mother.

And you want to make
an example of him.

You bet your ass I do.

If we don't hold him
to the highest standard,

then shame on us.

What you doing?

I'm making a vision board
for a client.

A vision board?
Yeah.

It's a collage

of images, words,
and objects

to represent the goals
you have for your life.

Collage. Wow.

This place really is
full-service.

Oh, I don't do them
for everyone.

Just people who need it.

Oh, good. You're here.

I was expecting
a phone call.

Oh, we're better off having
this conversation in person.

Now, I, um, I've been doing
this a long time.

So when a client walks into
my office and he says,

"I got a slam dunk case
for you, Alfred,"

I just smile and nod
and then I buckle up,

and still Melissa Danson
blindsided me.

How?
You didn't make the deal?

No, there's no deal to make.
Those are her words.

And that didn't completely
surprise me,

but this other thing --
There is no other thing.

Why didn't you tell me that
she was at your birthday dinner?

How is that relevant?

She saw you drinking.

She knows who else
saw you drinking.

I tested under the limit.

That is
the only real evidence.

How the hell did you
screw this up? Come on!

The screw-up was yours, Mario.

Do you actually buy this whole
fraternity of prosecutors thing

you tried to sell me?
Because, oh, man,

Melissa Danson doesn't.

She wants your head
on a goddamn stick.

I don't believe it.
Believe it!

Yeah, we got a lot
of work to do.

I need the name
of that restaurant

so that I can interview
the waiters

and get a copy of the bill.

I need the names of everybody
who was at that dinner,

and exactly how much
you had to drink.

It helps to write it down.

Go, go, go!

Let's see those hands!

Ma'am, is
there anybody else in the apartment?

Ma'am, I need you to calm down.

Get out! Look, we ain't done nothing
wrong, all right? It's okay.

SFPD! Come out with
your hands up!

Shit.
We got a runner!

Get down!

All right, face me.

So vic's name
is Calvin Jackson.

Family said none of them have
any connection to Billy James.

So what happened?

I didn't see his face,
but, uh,

I saw the gun in his waistband
when he went out the window.

So I started chasing him.

Uh, and when he hit
the dead end in the alley,

I saw him reaching for the gun,
and I just -- I just reacted.

What?

There's no gun.

What do you mean?

No gun on the body,
nothing nearby.

No, there was a gun.
I saw it.

Copy that.

Hey.

You haven't returned
any of my calls.

What's going on?
I- I need to talk to you.

Call me back, please.

Hey.

Hey!

Take those things out of your ears.
What?

How long are you gonna pull this
shit about not going to school?

I don't know.

How long are people gonna keep
talking about you?

Ohh.

So that's how it's gonna be.

All right. Little bit of
gossip's got you so upset,

you gotta stay home
and hide?

You're 16, Michael.

You actually wanna
survive college?

You better start getting
your act together.

My act together?
Yeah.

Are you kidding me?

Mr. Law and Order telling
everybody to live their life.

You are a liar and a hypocrite,
and now everybody knows it.

You watch your mouth. Or what you're gonna
hit me? Go ahead! Come on, Dad, do it!

Mario, stop it!

What is the matter with you?

He provoked me.

So what?!

Cassie?
I'm taking him to my sister's.

Now is not the time.

Aw, gee, I'm sorry
it's inconvenient for you,

but this place has turned
completely toxic,

and I'm not putting him
through it.

This is perfect.

He'll get all the coddling he
wants at Linda's. She's a pro.

You know what? I'm not putting
myself through this either.

Wait, what does that mean?
Wait, you're leaving, too?

Yes. I'm leaving, too.

Are you kidding? Do you not see
what I'm going through here?

Yes, I see it
and I've had enough.

That's great.

Everyone else is piling on.
Why not my wife?

Don't you dare lecture me
about loyalty.

You cheated on me and you just
manhandled our kid?

You pissed on
our family, Mario.

You're getting
what you deserve.

Black lives matter!

Black lives matter!
Black lives matter!

This is Serena Parrish
with theparrishreport.com

with exclusive news connected to
the Normandy Parker murder case.

As you probably know,
SFPD has been searching

for Normandy's long-time friend
Billy James

in connection with his murder.

Acting on a tip
from earlier this evening,

police descended upon
an apartment

located
in the Excelsior district,

where James was believed
to be staying.

Details are still sketchy,
but a chase ensued,

resulting in my man being shot
and killed by police.

Interestingly enough, that
dead man was not Billy James.

He has no connection
to Billy James

or Normandy Parker.

His name was Calvin Jackson.

I just got this one
from the range.

Soon as the lab tests
your weapon,

you'll get it back, all right?
All right, thanks, sir.

Hey, Terry.

Considering what's going on
out there,

keep your head down, okay?

Okay.

I'll probably work
a little bit late tonight.

Hang in there, Terry.

You know Garcia taught himself
to play guitar on his leave?

Two weeks can be
a gift, bro.

All right. Thanks, guys.

Hey.

Hey.

Do you wanna
come over tonight?

Oh, uh, I don't think that'd be
such a good idea.

I think it would actually be
a great idea.

I know what you're going
through. I've been there.

No. You haven't,
not like this.

Well, I don't think
it's a good idea

for you to be holed up alone
right now, okay?

Trust me, all right?

Yeah, you're probably right.
But, uh, it doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter. You saw
what it was like out there.

Protesters, media. This time,
they're coming for me.

And if they find me, cool.
I'm-a deal with it.

But I can't risk involving
you and Louise. I won't.

Okay.

Okay.

How do I make sure that

you don't fall off
the face of the earth?

There's nothing
you can do about that.

I can make you promise
to call me tonight.

What? You're gonna make me?
Mm-hmm.

Okay. I promise.