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Chief, will you confirm
Calvin Jackson was unarmed

when he was shot?
I can't comment

on an open investigation.
Channel 8.

When will you identify
the officer involved?

It's departmental policy

not to release the name
of the officer

until we've completed
the investigation.

We're asking the citizens
of San Francisco

to please wait for the facts.

Jumping
to premature conclusions

doesn't help anyone,
including Mr. Jackson's family.

Meanwhile tonight,
a candlelight vigil

is being held
for Calvin Jackson

at the Mission Terrace
Community Church.

We need to talk, Mel.

What, I don't call you back
so you stalk me? Good plan.

Well, it would've been easier
if you'd had the courtesy

to return any one
of my 14 phone calls.

But hey, who's counting?

Have you ever had
a private conversation

with the defendant
you were prosecuting?

God, this is so wrong.

I'm more than a defendant,
right?

No -- You're not.

You know, there are cleaner ways
to end a relationship

than with a felony charge.
I- I don't deserve this.

You should've
let your wife drive.

She was sober.
So was I, Mel.

Yeah, I am not gonna argue
the case with you

out here on a running trail.

Then why did you accept
the assignment

if you weren't gonna
offer me consideration?

You're a big name case.

Raises my profile.

Well, you could at least
drop the DUI,

and we could both
walk away whole.

This is an inappropriate
conversation

on every possible level.

Stop calling me.

From blue on black!
We're black and blue.

From blue on black!
We're black and blue.

From blue on black!
We're black and blue.

From blue on black!
We're black and blue.

From blue on black!
We're black and blue.

Then I shouted
for him to stop.

By the time I had made it
over the fence,

the suspect was already
halfway around the corner.

Subject, not the suspect.

Well, he was a suspect
at the time.

Oh, at the end of the alley,
there was a dead end.

When the... subject realized
he was trapped,

he turned to face me,

at which point, his right arm
reached for his lower back,

where I had already seen
the firearm

tucked in his waistband.

That was before he jumped
out the window.

The same as he's told you
two times before.

What kind of gun
you think you saw?

You don't need to commit to a make or a
model. It was a short clip, semi-automatic.

Is it possible that what you saw
was a cellphone, not a gun?

You wouldn't be the first
officer to make that mistake.

No, it's not possible.

I know the difference between
a cellphone and a semi.

Of course you do, Inspector.

You'll remain
on administrative leave

pending findings
of this investigation.

Uh, any idea how long
that will take?

As long as necessary.

With the exception of your
mandatory counseling session,

you're instructed not to discuss
this case with anyone

inside or outside
the department.

Do you have any questions?
No, ma'am.

Well, actually, uh, I was on
the other side of the building.

I didn't see the suspect
prior to the shooting.

Um, truth be told,
Inspector Navarro and I

were not in the apartment
at the time,

so I-I can't
personally corroborate

Inspector English's story.
Thank you, Inspector.

So...

can you...

tell us exactly what
you were doing?

I was controlling three adult
females in the living room

when I heard Inspector English
in the bedroom

ordering the suspect
to stop.

When I entered the bedroom,
he was jumping out the window.

When he did so,
I saw the firearm.

You...personally saw Mr. Jackson
with the weapon?

I did. It was tucked into
the back of his jeans,

It was the middle
to the right-hand side.

How certain are you?

100%.

Or I wouldn't have said it.

Hey there.
Good morning, Lieutenant.

Although probably not
for you today, right?

I don't have time to talk
to you right now.

I heard your inspector
who shot Calvin Jackson

is African-American.

Who told you that?

Sit in a ladies' room
long enough,

you hear all kinds of shit.
Really?

Sorry. Locker room humor.

You should stick to sports,
Serena.

This is sports.
It's all about Normandy.

Look, I can't comment during
an ongoing investigation.

Okay, how about
off the record?

Like I'd trust you.

We both want the same thing,
okay? We both want the truth.

See,
now that's already a lie.

You want a story.

Truth doesn't matter
as long as it gets you

more clicks on your blog.
Yeah, "true" helps! Come on.

I'll repeat, no comment.

Which is always
a confirmation.

We want justice!
Black lives matter!

We want justice!
Black lives matter!

Crowd keeps gettin' bigger.

Yep.

Hey, did Terry talk to you
after his interview?

Nope. He's following the regs.
No discussion.

Really? Even with you?

Heads up.

All right, what's going on
with Billy James?

Well, we may have a visual ID
from a waitress at the club.

She's on her way over now.

She said she saw the shooter's
face as he ran out.

We've set up a solid photo
array to show her.

Okay.
Where are you at, Hildy?

I'm working
the conspiracy angle,

Looking into Normandy's
background.

I'm gonna talk to his business
manager, Nick Rosenthal.

And his business partner,
Sam Rydell.

You think you might be spinning
your wheels with this Sam guy?

Well, he wasn't at the party
according to the guest list.

So it's kind of convenient.

Kind of a bad week all the way
around for Sam Rydell.

A celebrity spokesman
gets killed,

and then his company stock
takes a 10 point dive.

We're supposed to meet with him
at his place in Marin at 2:30.

So...

Well, actually,
not "we" anymore. Me.

All right, Molk,
you go with Hildy.

Navarro can handle
the photo ID. All right?

Got it.

Sam's Mondo Meat Sub
is the best.

Spicy pepperoni,
succulent smoked ham,

savory roast beef,
and don't forget,

Sam's special sauce.

For a limited time only,

you can get
a 13-inch sourdough combo

for only $4.99.

'Cause remember,
every inch counts.

You can say that again.

Every inch counts.

Hey, go out
for a pass, Sam.

Oh, yeah.
Hey, go deep!

Sam's!

Every inch counts.

I remember that from the NFC
championship game last year.

Yeah! Oh, damn.

Me and Norm,
we had such a good time.

We were more than just
best friends.

He was like -- he was like
the kid brother I never had.

So why weren't you
at his birthday party then?

Uh, well, I sent him
a bottle of fizz.

Norm, he knew I didn't approve
of the people

he was hanging around.

He wasn't a very good judge
of character.

You know what I mean?
Mm.

Sorry to interrupt.
Oh, hey.

Oh. Um, just --

just tell him I'll, uh,
I'll call him tomorrow.

This is Amanda.

Can I get you inspectors
anything?

Coffee, water, sandwich?

No. We're good.
Nothing for me.

Let me know if
you change your minds.

So why weren't you
into Normandy's friends?

Because they weren't friends.

They're just a bunch
of dog fleas.

Hangers-on, users,
all of 'em.

Even Billy?
Especially Billy.

Norm helped that kid out
six ways from Sunday

their whole lives,

until he finally toughened up
and canned the kid's ass,

which I'd been telling him
had to happen for years.

A drowning man will just
pull you right under.

Well, he fired him
four weeks ago.

That's a long time
to wait for payback.

If Billy did it.

Do you got someone else
on your list, Sam?

No. Just -- I...

I just can't see Billy
as a killer.

But maybe I don't want to.

Then I'd have to wonder
if I was partly at fault.

Did I set this in motion?

Oh, there he is.

Alan. How are you?

Mario. What a surprise.

How you holding up?
I'm doing well, considering.

Good. That's good to hear.

I'd like to ask for a minute
of your time if we could --

I- I only have just a minute.

I'm due back in Sacramento
this afternoon.

Perfect.

It's a lousy case, Alan.

I know all the details,
Mario.

Then why is your State Attorney
coming on like a hurricane?

What is she trying to prove?

How about that power doesn't
change the process?

You're a defendant
like anyone else.

Equal before the law.
Oh, bullshit.

If that were true
and there weren't

any political advantages
to hammering me,

this would be a negotiated plea
about a tragic accident.

Wait. You came here
to negotiate with me?

No, to ask
for equal treatment.

A misdemeanor,
not -- not a felony.

No DUI.

Alan, my entire life
is on the line here.

You know that.
Your life?

You killed a woman.
What about her life?

The victim deserves
to have you prosecuted

to the full extent
of the law, Mario.

DUI, felony
vehicular manslaughter.

I'm sorry.

No, you're not.

You love this.

You still think
I wanted your job.

If I'd wanted it?

I'd have it.

Enter.

Why was Siletti here?

Trying to go around you.

Hoping I'd give him
some special consideration.

What did you tell him?

The truth. He's a sack of shit
and deserves the maximum.

That's why I assigned
my most aggressive attorney.

Okay, then.

No mercy.

The guy body-checked me
and shoved me out of the way.

Everybody was freaking out,
trying to get down or run

or hide, like he was gonna
keep shooting.

Hmm. Luckily, he didn't.

Now everything taking place
right here is being

audio and videotaped,
so it's on the record.

Shelly, I'm gonna show you
photos of six different men

that match the description you gave us.

I'll hand you the folders
one at a time.

And you let me know your
decision about each photo

before I show you
the next one, okay?

Okay.
Here we go.

No.
Okay. Quick.

It was so dark in there,
and his hood was up.

For folder number two
is that a yes or a no, Shelly?

I guess no.

No. That's okay.

Take your time.

Sorry.

Mm-hmm.

No, no, I agree with --
hang on one second.

Hi. Nick Rosenthal.

Hi. Inspector Mulligan.
Inspector Molk.

Come on in.
Have a seat, sit down.

Yeah. Hey, look. I gotta go. Call you back.

I still
can't believe this happened.

Keeps me up nights,
you know,

thinking how Norm's dead
and Billy James is still --

still out there somewhere.

You were at the club the night
Normandy was killed?

Yeah, but I didn't see it,
though.

I was, uh...
in -- in the men's room.

I, uh, I heard Alicia start
singing and then the gunshots.

I just, uh, I-I froze
and stayed where I was.

Do you personally know Billy James?
Sure.

Did you see him that night
at the club?

I- I had no idea
he was there.

I thought Normandy had
cut him off,

which should've happened a lot
earlier, in my opinion.

Did you advise him
to fire Billy?

So many times.

Why is that?

Billy was a dead beat.

All he had going for him
was the fact

that they grew up together.

Normandy had trouble
with "no."

He let himself get taken.

Believe me, I know.
I signed all the checks.

Normandy was generous
to a fault.

That's why his finances
are such a mess.

Wait. His entire contract was
worth over $100 million.

I mean, how bad could things
have been?

$100 million over 7 years

comes out to an annual salary
of $14 million.

50% off the top
goes to Uncle Sam,

10% to his agents,
plus my fees.

You know, $100K a month
to the publicist.

$200K to make sure
the hangers-on are comfortable.

Oh. Thank you.

And, uh, you know, he had
four car leases,

three mortgages,
two kids in private schools,

and a partridge in a pear tree.

Do you see where
I'm going with this?

So you're saying that
Normandy Parker was broke.

Not broke. Cash poor.

90% of his wealth was tied up
in sourdough sub stock.

The three of you look
pretty tight.

Yeah. Sam's the one
who introduced me

to Normandy in the first place.

I've been Sam's business manager
since, you know,

before he opened
his first sandwich shack.

We're gonna need access
to Normandy's financial records

as soon as possible.

Whatever, whenever,
just let me know.

Can you tell me, uh,
what you were thinking

in the final moments
before the shooting?

There was no time to think.
I was just reacting.

As a cop, as a soldier,
that's what we're --

we're trained to do.

Your file says you were in
the first Gulf War.

Correct.
Did you see combat?

I've seen more combat
in the Tenderloin

than I ever did at Desert Storm,
so...no.

Is, um...

Is Calvin Jackson
the first person you've killed?

I was in pursuit of an armed man
who I thought was a murderer.

I acted appropriately
in that situation.

Terry, I'm not here to judge
your actions in the line --

Well, everybody else is.

I am a killer cop.

A black killer cop

that killed a black boy --

an unarmed black boy.

They think that I'm a traitor
to my race.

Focusing on the public's
perception right now

is not going to help.

I would recommend
you spend time

with people who know
the real you.

And while I know
you can't discuss

the specifics of your case,

you can look to family
and friends for support.

I know you're a widower.

Are there people in your life
you can turn to?

Not really.

There is yet unconfirmed
reports that Calvin Jackson

was killed by
a black homicide inspector.

SFPD has refused to comment.

If the police don't have
anything to hide,

why don't they release
the name of the cop?

That's right.

Hey.
Hey. Morning.

Yes, thank you.
Ooh, you look like crap.

Thank you.

How long have you been
watching this?

Calvin Jackson's mother thinks
the department...

...is stonewalling
to protect the officers.

I have no faith in the police.

They murdered my boy,
and now they're covering up.

Black, white, doesn't matter.

That officer shot
an unarmed young man

trying to surrender.
All right, enough TV.

Hey. How many more black
men have to die like that?

So what, you came all the way
across the bridge

just to come over here
and monitor my --

my television programming?

I didn't know you were
a masochist.

Well, I've already
had my head shrunk.

Let me deal with this
in my own way.

So when I'm dealing
with a crisis,

you want to move in with me.

But when you're dealing
with a crisis,

you wanna just shut me out,
do it all by yourself?

That's not how it works,
Terry.

Talk to me, all right?

Tell me what's going on.

Well, I've been, uh...

I was so sure
of what I saw.

I've been telling everybody,
you know,

how I did the right thing.

But now I don't...

I don't know
if I even believe myself.

I told Internal Affairs
that I saw the gun, too.

What?
Mm-hmm.

Hildy, no.
Yeah.

You should not have lied
about that.

Well...

You're my partner,
you know?

So if you saw a gun,
it's 'cause there was a gun.

I got teams in the field
working overtime, Chief.

I want every person

in your department
working on this 24/7!

The Mayor is flipping out.
I need to give him something.

Yes, I'm listening.
I want updates on the hour!

You know I'll keep you
in the loop, sir.

Yes, sir. Of course, I --

Your job's on the line here!

Ugh!

What? A mother and her
son are here to see you.

Why? I-I don't have time
for that, okay?

No, you -- you want to talk
to these people, Lieutenant.

I always tell my kids

never touch a gun.

I- I don't even buy them
those toy water guns.

Never touch a gun.

Isn't that what I tell you
and your brother?

Yes.
Say that again.

Yes, ma'am.

And to bring it to school?

This boy has no idea

the world of trouble
he could've gotten into.

Where'd you get the gun,
Darryl?

I was just hanging
with my friends,

and then I heard sirens.

I was running to see
what happened,

and it was just laying there
on the ground.

Do you remember where
exactly?

Um...in the weeds?

Next to the tree.
Then I heard people coming

and got scared
and ran off with it.

Which tree?
Not a real one.

The one on the wall,
near the fence.

Is that the tree, Darryl?

Yeah.

I found it right there.

I'm sorry.

Not as sorry
as you're going to be.

Come on, sir. Please.

Yeah, yeah, totally...

There's a lady waiting
for anybody in Homicide.

Said she knows where to find
Billy James.

Why didn't you send her
upstairs?

She refused to get cancer
from the metal detector.

Great. I got it, Molky.
You go upstairs.

She's all yours.

Afternoon, ma'am.
Inspector Mulligan, Homicide.

You took long enough.
Sorry about the wait.

I understand you have
some information for us

about Billy James.
Is that right?

That kind of information
don't come free, Missy.

Oh, yeah? How much are we talkin'?

$100.

Wow. That's a lot.

Let me see. I got...

$32.
Deal.

All right.
What do you got for me?

This guy?

He'd been sleeping on my goddamn
bench in the Dogpatch.

Hey. No, no, no.
It's okay. Calm down.

Have you seen
this guy before?

Yeah? Where is he?

Hey, hey.

Structure north,
corner of Cove Park.

Go.

Go left!

Suspect is on foot,

headed south towards
22nd Street.

Officers in pursuit.
requesting backup.

Aah! Aah!

Stay down!

Stay down! Don't move!

No weapon.

Get him up.

Ho, ho, ho!

Ah. What you doing with
your piggy bank, Billy?

You should've held up
at the Ritz-Carlton, fool.

Could've had room service
till we found you.

You're under arrest for
the murder of Normandy Parker.

Anything you say can and will
be held against you

in a court of law.

You have the right to consult
with an attorney

and have an attorney present
during questioning.

Nobody thinks
you did this on your own.

Somebody pushed you
into it, right?

Normandy dumps his wife,

the mother of his kids,

for that little pop tart --

practically just a kid
herself --

leaving Daphne
to cry on your shoulder.

She's a beautiful woman.

You've known her
since high school.

Things happen. I get it.

I mean,
they were separated, right?

She had a right
to her own life.

It's not like she was...

cheating on him with you.

Right?

What planet are you from?

Personally, I don't understand
why she told him.

She told him 'cause she was
trying to make him jealous.

I mean,
she was fully using you.

Obviously,
you know that, right?

Normandy decides to blame you
instead of her

and shitcans you for it.

That'd piss me off to the max.

Ain't that right, Hildy?

Somebody noticed, right?

Somebody came to you,
made you an offer.

Maybe even blackmailed you.

That makes more sense.

You had no choice, right?

Just so you know,
an admission of guilt,

that actually means a lot
to the D.A.'s office.

So you should probably help
yourself here

and just tells us
who hired you.

Otherwise, you'll be taking
the whole fall.

I want a lawyer.

Yeah, I think so.

Yeah, well, if you have it,
send it over.

I'd really like to see it.

That'd be great.

Hey, you know what? Let me, uh,
let me call you right back.

Okay? All right, thanks.
Bye.

Mario. What are you doing here?

Had to stop by, check in,
see how you're managing.

It's all good. It's all good, thanks.

I also wanted to give you
a heads up

the State may put your name
on the witness list.

You and everybody else
at my party.

That's the move, right?
Find my enemies.

Well...

Nobody in this office is gonna
perjure themselves to hurt you,

so don't get paranoid.

Oh, so you'd testify then
that I wasn't inebriated

the night of the accident?

I mean, you saw that
I wasn't impaired.

Well, your B.A.C. report
came in under the limit.

Well, not enough to convince
the State Attorney.

She kept the DUI
on the table.

'Cause she's trying
to make a name for herself.

Ambition beats justice.

But you already know that,
don't you, Marty?

Look, whatever it is
you're trying to imply, I --

You know, when I hired you,

I saw an attorney who knew
how to win.

For the right reasons.
Exactly.

That's what
I'm talking about.

The right reasons.

If I'm called, I am duty-bound
to testify truthfully.

I read a headline
this morning.

"New Day for San Fran D.A.

"'I intend to restore
the public's trust

"in the Hall of Justice,'

"said acting District Attorney,
Martin Reardon.

'No one is above
the rule of the law."

You meant me, didn't you?

Go home, Mario,

or go somewhere else.

Well...

Nice to see you, Marty.

You look good at my desk.

Hey, man.
Hey.

I took the liberty of ordering
for both of us.

Cheers.
Cheers.

Uh...

So what, you brought me here
to work on my morale or...

No, uh, actually, I...

I wanted to see your face
when I tell you

we recovered
Calvin Jackson's weapon.

Where?

Right where he dropped it
during the chase, by this mural.

A kid grabbed it up.
A 10-year-old.

And they're sure that it's
the right one?

Yeah. Forensics pulled Jackson's
fingerprints off the magazine.

I was losing my mind.

I was losing my mind.
Hey.

He made the choice, not you.
All right?

I'm back.

I'm back!
You're back.

Just as soon as you requalify.
Mm. Mm-hmm.

And, uh, and the Chief,
he, uh, he has one request.

All right, well,
if it's the Chief,

- then it's not a request.
- Yeah, true enough.

He wants us to get out in front
of the public's reaction

with a news conference,
starring him and you.

I don't know, man.
I don't...

Hey...

You...you shot someone
in self-defense, all right?

That's what we'll say
at the press conference

'cause that's the truth.

I gotta make a statement?

Just a brief one.
I'll walk you through it.

You set the record straight,
you start closing cases again.

You okay with that?
What if I wasn't?

Well, like you said,
it's not a request.

Not a request.
Yeah.

Inspector English,
the commission unanimously

finds you clear
of any misconduct.

Thanks.

Hey, hey, hey!

Hey, all right.
Yeah!

Welcome home. All right. All right.
Thanks, fellas.

Good to see you. Hey, man. All right.
Good to see you.

Hey, you.
Hey.

So what, uh, did I miss
that I couldn't see on TV?

Uh, Billy James --
he lawyered up.

And the club waitress couldn't
pick him out of a photo array.

All right, so what was put on
the voucher when you booked him?

No weapon.
But 4 grand in cash.

So he could've left town,
but he didn't.

Mm, not really enough
to start a new life,

even in Mexico.
Mnh-mnh.

Planned a murder
minus an exit strategy.

Unless he stayed and was waiting
for something. Or someone.

Like maybe the rest of the payout?
From whoever hired him.

Mm-hmm.
That's why he never bounced.

Hey, Terry.
Molky.

How you holding up?

I am good.
Good, good.

You know, listen,

there's something I wanted
to say privately to you

is just that I'm just really
sorry that you had to go through

all that drama publicly.

Thanks, Molk. Appreciate that.

I mean, you know, as far
as I'm concerned,

there's -- there's just --
there's no such thing as --

as -- as white cops
or -- or black cops

or -- or female cops,
and that we're all --

we're all just cops,
you know?

Well --
Anyway, I-I just --

I- I know it must've been
really hard

for you to go through,
and I --

I'm just really glad
it's all over.

Okay.

Okay, I appreciate that.

Thanks, Molk.
Yeah.

Whoop. Okay.
Yeah.

Thanks, Molk.
Yeah.

I get what you're saying.
I understand that.

I know you wanna keep him
in custody. So do I.

But simply put, there isn't
enough evidence

for me to charge him with murder
at this point.

Okay, we just need a little more
time to lay track.

You got no usable
security tapes.

You got no witness ID.
You got no murder weapon.

That's no case!

I can't charge him
on wishful thinking.

Billy James is the shooter,
Martin.

Well, then you rearrest him
when you have enough

actual evidence
to make the case.

In the meantime,
you cut him loose.

You see, Reardon's just
looking for votes.

He wants to keep
this gig long-term.

Never thought
I'd miss Siletti.

All right, let's get practical.

We need a judge to authorize
a tap on Billy's phone

and a transponder in his car.

He doesn't leave his grandma's
yard without us on him. Clear?

What if Billy is sticking
around town just to wait

for his partner to make
this final payment?

He feels safe, he's gonna slip.
He's gonna make contact.

We just gotta be patient.
All right.

I can't even imagine

what the hell you thought
you were doing.

How is harassment supposed
to work in your favor? Huh?

I got three complaints
about you in one day.

That's a personal record.

Right? Martin Reardon,
Melissa Danson,

the Attorney General, himself,
for Christ sakes.

Were you -- were you gonna
hit up the Governor next?

If I thought it would
help our case

and if I had a personal
relationship --

I- I told you already.

The only personal relationship
that matters is with your wife.

I didn't engage you
for marital advice, Al.

You know, your mouth is
your number one problem.

But your wife is number two
on that list.

If Cassie decides to testify
for the --

She can't be compelled.

But we can't stop her
if she wants to.

She decides.

So how is that gonna go
exactly?

Because the rest of your life
depends on what she does,

including jail time,
disbarment,

permanent status as a felony,

and all of the consequences
that go with that.

Hell, you -- you couldn't even
visit Canada.

Are you married, Al?
Divorced.

Then you don't get it.

Um, one more thing.

You're still behind
on your bill, Mario.

I need a check by tomorrow.

We want
justice! Black lives matter!

We want justice!
Black lives matter!

We want justice!
Black lives matter!

Inspector Terrance English
has served

the San Francisco Police
Department with distinction

for nearly a decade.

And in that time,
he's proven himself to be

of excellent character
and reputation.

The Police Commission has
determined that his actions

were performed in the best
interest of public safety.

Therefore,

he will be reinstated to duty
effective immediately.

Inspector English has asked
to make a personal statement.

Thank you, sir.

It is our job
to protect and serve

every member of our community.

And I will continue to do so

as long as I have the honor
of wearing my star.

I offer deep condolences

to Mr. Jackson's family.

Uh...

Thank you, Inspector --
Oh, I'm not done yet.

Excuse me.
Sorry.

Look at me.

Look at me.

I'm the same color
as Calvin Jackson.

This isn't about race.

That day, I had every reason
to believe

that I was chasing
an armed murderer.

I saw the gun.

I saw him reaching for his gun.

Now at the time, neither one
of us knew he dropped it,

but that day,

Calvin Jackson
was prepared to kill me.

Now the gun was recovered,

and Mr. Jackson's prints
were on it,

but...

my question is this --

would the community

have put together just as many
vigils and protests

for me...

if I had been killed...

in the line of duty?

Now I'm done.

Thank you. There will be
no more questions.

Thank you. Thank you, all.

They don't want to see you,
Mario.

I have had a miserable day and I
don't wanna fight with you.

So can you just tell your sister
that I'm here?

No. I won't.

For years I've been saying
she should take Michael

and leave your lying ass.
Let her go.

Well, why don't you slam
the door in my face --

You're not supposed
to be driving.

That's the least
of my problems.

You wanted to talk.
Here I am.

I miss you.

I'm asking for you and Michael
to come home.

I need you, Cass.

We're a family.

You know, I keep seeing that
woman over and over,

her body hitting
the windshield.

I can't sleep.
I can't either.

Yeah, 'cause you're worried

about what's gonna happen to you.
Because I am worried about us.

Do you ever think
about her?

Mario,
her kids, her husband.

All the time.

I destroyed a family
in a second.

I- I -- How do I fix that?

I can't.

I can't.

That's the first time I've ever
heard any regret from you...

about anything.

20 years
we've been married.

You picked yourself
a lousy partner.

Well, I thought you picked me.

Yeah. It was the best decision
I ever made.

'Cause you made me better
than I was.

You still do.

I screwed up, Cassie.

I've been so selfish.

I've done so many
stupid things.

And I let you
get away with it.

All the women...
Not so many. No.

And if I hadn't been arguing
about the latest one...

Don't -- don't -- Cassie don't.
...if I didn't grab that phone,

you would've still been
watching the road.

And I'd have still
been tanked.

This is my fault, not yours.
Not in any way at all.

Okay?

So don't -- don't do this.

Cassie...

Hey.

Will you and Michael
come home?

I don't know.

Hey.
Hey.

I, um...

I wanted to...
I wanted to see you.

Yeah, come in.

I saw the news.

Yeah. Yeah.
You spoke from your heart.

Right. Uh, Chief's pissed.

Well, he's not gonna be
once he sees

all the positive stuff
on Twitter.

I hope so.

Um...
No, no. Wait, wait.

Hmm?
Hey, Terry!

Hey, missy. What's --
what's happenin'?

Uh... We're having
a movie marathon.

You should stay
and watch with us.

Movie -- no, no, I'll just
let you two do it.

- No. -No, you can stay. -No,
I just wanted to drop by --

No, no, no. You're gonna stay.
Come on.

All right, this...
I'll leave you to it.

No, you gotta stay.
No, we want you. You gotta stay.

Are you sure? Yeah, for sure.
For sure, for sure.

I mean, is there enough popcorn
in there for me or...

There's more. It only takes
three minutes in a micro.

How long does it take? -Three minutes.

How long does it take?
Three minutes.

In a what?
In a micro.

In a micro?

Turn it on.
All right.