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You bought 10 smartphones
from Chestnut Connect,

is that right?

Yeah.

Um, they were Christmas presents
for Normandy's crew.

I wanted to make
a good impression.

Did you give one to Billy?

He was Normandy's
number one.

I wanted to make sure
that he liked me.

Well, here's one of the phones
that you bought.

We found it
in Billy's possession.

So?

It's his phone.

What does that have to do
with me?

Well, it's passcode-protected,
so we can't hack it.

There could be
information on it

that could help us
break the case.

You know Billy didn't do this
all on his own.

Is there any possible way
you would remember

what the passcode
might be?

It was a joke.

I made the passwords the same
for all the phones.

Please tell me
you remember it.

Sure.

I mean, Billy might have
changed it since then.

All right, well,
you got eight chances

before the phone permanently
erases itself so...

No pressure.

Alicia.

Hey, online dating is the only
way to really meet people.

What?
How else are you gonna do it?

Hey, you're up, guys --
domestic, female.

All right.

Thanks.
Yep.

Fellas, Alicia unlocked
Billy's phone. Whoa!

She's finally useful
for something.

That's mean.

They're not our friends,
Hildy, okay?

Don't overinvest.

Okay, well, Keefer's waiting
on this phone, so...

I won't start the celebrations
just yet.

Hey.

Hey.

Speak.

I got a female D.B.
in an ugly state,

to say the least.

The neighbor
who called it in

wouldn't open up the door
to talk us.

Uh-huh.

He told us that
he heard a lady screaming

and then he hit 911 and then
turned up the volume on his TV.

By the time we got here,
victim was D.O.A.

No suspects.

Is this her apartment?
Not sure yet.

We got to call in
to the landlord.

All right, good.

Hey.

Bet you're glad
you got here before lunch.

This is one of the worst
beatings I've ever seen.

I can feel three breaks in her
mandible alone.

Her left orbital socket
is basically dust.

Done by somebody's hands?
I think so.

An instrument would have
literally caved in her face.

There's a lot of breaks.
They're all shallow.

These are just
the newest ones,

'cause she shows hematomas at
various stages of absorption.

Punching bag.

Yep. Pretty much.

Is that her?

Uh, could be --

I mean, general height,
weight, coloring,

but, given the damage,

I'll probably need to run prints
for a positive I.D.

So, I'm ready
to remove her.

Maria?

Uh, sir, this is
an active crime scene.

My daughter! Where is she?! Sir.

Sir!
Sir! Please!

Maria!

Sir, please!

No!

You want to know
who did this?

Her husband --
Freddie Rivera.

Federico.

He hurt her
since they got together.

She finally threw him out
two days ago,

changed the locks.

He came back,
didn't he?

I'm gonna put out
an A.P.B.

Any idea where
we might find Freddie now?

He runs
with the Mission Locos.

They're always around.

He has them watch Maria
when he can't.

Gangbangers, you know?
Mm-hmm. Yeah, I do.

Okay,
we're gonna get on this.

We'll be in touch.

I begged her to...

I begged her to come home
to me a-and her mama.

She said no.

I said...I would sleep
outside her door,

keep her safe.

She wouldn't let me.

I should've done it
anyway.

I should have been here.

I don't really know
what I'm looking for.

Well, keep going.

We'll know
when we see it.

He deleted
all of his e-mail accounts...

deleted
his text messages...

cleared his search history.
Yeah.

He knew he'd have to give
outside access to his phone.

Did he delete his photos?

Those are always
hard to lose.

These albums date back
to Christmas.

Okay.

Kind of scroll.

Okay.

Nice life, huh?

Yeah.

Oh!
Oh.

That's Normandy's wife.
Mm-hmm.

I can see why
Billy liked her.

Mm-hmm.

Easy.

Okay, okay.

Keep going. I'm getting embarrassed now.

What is it with guys
and their cellphone cameras?

They never expect
to get caught.

Women know better.
Mm-hmm.

What about voice memos?

Huh. Okay.

Timing's right on that. You're right.
Let's hear it.

Yo, I'm not sure about this.

Billy, come on, man.

This a win-win for you.

I mean, Normandy's the only one
who loses here.

And who better, right?

So, what's your life been like
since he cut you off?

Does he give a shit?
I mean, you're nothing to him.

15 "G" ain't enough,
man.

I know, man,
but the way he treated you,

come on, Billy.

I would have thought
you'd done it for free.

20.
I'm taking all the risk here.

All right, well,
you know what we'll do?

5 up front,
15 when it's done.

Half up front.

Look, this is what I got
right now.

When Normandy's out of the way,
I'll be back in Alicia's life,

and I'll have access
to more money.

You know that, all right?
And I'll pay the rest later.

Yo, I'm not using
my own piece.

You don't need to.
I'll get you one, all right?

It's clean.
I got all this planned.

May 17th.

Yo, that -- that's
his birthday.

What do you care?
End of voice memo.

There you go.
All right.

That's Alicia's father --
Paul Barnes.

I recognize the voice.
That's him.

That's not good enough
for a warrant.

Ah! I-I, uh, brought Barnes in
for an interview

right after Lippman got,
uh, arrested.

Uh, it was recorded.
We can compare audios.

Good idea. Do that.
Yes, sir.

Billy must have thought
it was insurance --

you know, if he was ever gonna
cut himself a deal.

That's why he gave it
to his lawyer.

Or he kept it
to blackmail Barnes

for the rest
of the money...

which got him killed
instead of paid.

But he outsmarted
the smart guy.

He gave us Barnes.

Assuming
the audio matches.

It'll match.

What?

A promise is a promise.

Dad, I didn't -- I didn't
actually expect you to do it.

Get in.

What?

That was a dick move of me,
asking you for a car.

You had every right to be
pissed off at me, Michael.

Okay,
but that's no excuse.

I shouldn't
have squeezed you.

You negotiated.

Eh, not really.

True.

You can take it back
if you want.

I don't.

It's yours.

And you're gonna need a car
next year

when you're away
at college.

Is that actually
gonna happen?

You can wherever you choose.
It's up to you.

So, press down
on the brake,

push the button
on the right.

Thanks, Dad.

I'm gonna Uber home,
all right?

Have fun.

Okay.

Yeah, you're right.

Red is your color.

Hey.

Hey.

Michael loves
his new car.

Good thing he didn't ask
for a Ferrari.

No, he's a good kid.

Eh, when he's not
acting like a jerk.

Cristal.
At 11:00 in the morning?

It's your favorite --
2004.

So, what are
we celebrating?

Oh, where to start...

my new job,
our second act together.

I love you, Cassie.

The end
of our legal troubles.

And the beginning
of our future.

Well, we still have
the civil case.

We don't.

Mr. Ramirez decided to drop
the lawsuit as of this morning.

You settled with him.

Okay,
so how much are we paying?

Mm.

Ahh!

Wait.
I- I don't understand.

I explained
to his attorney

they didn't have a case that
would ever go to trial.

He agreed.

Because the criminal charges
were dropped.

No, because Mr. Ramirez
is a criminal.

Had him investigated.

What did he do?

He's an undocumented
immigrant.

Gave me all the leverage
I needed.

You blackmailed him.

Mm!

I aligned our interests.

We both wanted
to protect our families.

You haven't learned
a thing.

Well, that's not fair.

Okay, Mario,
we are paying him.

We don't have to.

We killed his wife,

and we took a mother
away from her kids.

The guy wants $15 million,

with a third of whatever he gets
going straight to his lawyer,

"Mr. You Don't Win,
You Don't Pay."

If you don't make
a fair settlement,

I will cost you
even more.

I'm gonna take
half of all your assets

and a big percentage
of your future earnings

for spousal support.

You'll have to pay the
attorneys' fees for both of us,

and good divorce attorneys
aren't cheap.

Or...you do
the right thing.

This is blackmail,
Cassie.

This is leverage.

Wow.

But you know I'd miss you,
right?

Oh, now you're
just playing me.

Mnh.
You love it.

We make an excellent team.

Mm-hmm.

Mm.

Here.
Thanks.

What's with
the funeral music?

You're gonna
put me to sleep.

Well, the sugar
will keep you awake.

How do you -- how do you
drink that thing?

Mmm! I love 'em.

Tastes like my childhood
and Type II diabetes.

Oh, here.
Hold that.

Hold it.
Okay.

It's Koto.

Yes, sir?

Where?

We're on our way.

Change of destination.
Drive-by shooting.

Why us?
We're closest.

Sure you don't want her?
Gluten-free.

I got to drive.

Hey.

- Excuse us.
- Thanks.

Hey.
What do you have?

One eyewitness.

Most excitement he's had
since his first hard-on.

And did you I.D.
the victim?

Uh, Federico Rivera,
per his license.

I'm waiting
for the light,

and I hear these pops
like firecrackers,

just like everybody
always says.

And then, suddenly, that car
smashes into the stop sign,

and then I see
this other car --

What type of car, Ted?

Not a car --
a pickup, actually.

Old.
White, I think.

He busts a "U'ie" right
in the middle of the street

and peels out that way --
like, east.

North?
North.

You see the driver?

Male...

What about
a license plate?

Uh...

I thought drive-bys
only happened in Oakland.

Well, now you know better.
Welcome to San Francisco.

We got your contact info,
Ted.

Okay.
So, good luck.

I'll watch the news!

Hey, you were right.
Rivera has a long sheet.

How'd you know?
Oh, we're psychics.

That's cute.

So, assuming
Freddie came home,

knocked down the door,
and killed his wife,

it does-- it doesn't seem
like a random event

that he got his own ticket
punched by lunchtime.

He was in Locos.

That drive-by could've
just been a turf thing.

Yeah. I mean, he died either way.
Mm-hmm.

And we know which way
the -- the shooter went,

so maybe we check
the cameras that he went by

before he had
to change streets.

Yeah.

The beauty
of a high-crime neighborhood --

besides keeping us
fully employed --

is that businesses actually
have decent security cams

and are happy to share.

So, here we go.

Here's some angles
near the crime scene

where you'll see
a white pickup.

I've isolated these frames
that show us a partial plate.

There's only one
unknown digit --

a number, not a letter.

A single variable,
0 through 9.

We got this guy.

Yes.
Thanks, Kami.

Say thank you.

Thank you, Kami.
Mm-hmm.

Aw.

What?

It's registered
to Angel Silva.

Shit!

Doesn't mean he was
driving it, right?

Does he even have
a record?

Nada.
He's a law-abiding citizen.

He's got motive, though.
Yeah.

What's the alternative?

Go grab him up.

He's a good man, Lieutenant.
He did us a favor.

"Us," Navarro?

He closed the case.

Vigilante justice
isn't justice.

Sometimes.

We don't take sides.

Sure we do.

Just go make the arrest,
okay?

I don't like it,
either.

Voy!

Angel?

Sí, voy.

Mr. Silva.
Is that your vehicle?

Yes.

Did you happen
to loan it out today?

No.

Vehicles can get...borrowed
without your permission

or stolen.

It's okay.

I know why you're here.
Just do it.

The gun's still
in the car.

Step to me.
Turn around, sir.

Angel Silva, you're under arrest
for the murder of Federico Rivera.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say may be used
against you in court.

You have a right to
the presence of an attorney

before and during any questioning.
What are you doing?

If you cannot afford it,
one will be provided to you...

Mrs. Silva, your husband
is being arrested

for the murder of Federico Rivera.
Freddie's dead?

...these rights?
Thank God.

But it wasn't my husband.
Rosa.

You're wrong.
He was with me all day.

You know I wasn't.

Oh, you -- you tell them
you didn't do this, Angel.

Just tell them.

I should have killed
him years ago. No.

He doesn't know
what he's saying.

He's cr-- He's crazy
from grief.

Rosa.
Let's go, Mr. Silva.

Angel, no.
Let's go.

You can't take him!

Do you have any family
that you can stay with?

Ahora sólo somos nosotros.

Se lo suplico,
por favor.

Lo siento, señora.

Muchísimo.

Sí algo que podemos hacer,
por favor llámame.

So...

The top display
shows the WAV form

of the voice identified
as "unknown male" in green.

The bottom display

shows the voice identified
as Andrew Lippman in orange.

Two key words recurred in all
of the recordings I analyzed --

"Normandy,"
highlighted on the left,

and "Alicia,"
highlighted on the right.

Now, comparing intonation,
pitch, bass, and treble levels,

vowel shape, sibilance,
et cetera

definitively shows you

these two voices cannot be
the same speaker.

That's a proof that Lippman didn't hire
Billy to kill Normandy -- right there.

We know he didn't kill Billy.
His alibi's rock solid.

We have multiple witnesses.
We have video confirmation.

Show them
the Barnes' graph.

All right.

So, the, uh, WAV form
on the bottom in blue

is the voice identified
as Paul Barnes.

Same keywords highlighted.

And...

It is the same voice.

I'll handle
Lippman's release.

I want Barnes
in custody A.S.A.P.

Go pick him up.
Yeah.

Is that you, Kat?

Hey, Paul.

Go away.
She's not here.

I know.
I need to talk to you.

The cops have come knocking
three times now.

Paul?

I'm clean and sober.

Wow.

I forgot how good you look
when you're sober.

Hm.

Turn around.
Let me see you.

That was for her.

This one's for me.

911, police and fire.

What is the exact location
of your emergency?

My name is Kat Cooper.

I just shot somebody.

What is your location?

What is your address,
ma'am?

Hey, Kat.

Oh.
I'm glad it's you.

We know each other.

Less to explain, right?

Did the officer
that arrested you

advise you
of your rights?

Sure.

Doesn't matter.

Doesn't change anything.

Well, now that
you know your rights,

do you want to tell us
what happened?

I came here
to kill that man.

And I killed him.

That's what happened.

Did Paul threaten you
in any way?

I know you're trying to help me.
Thank you, but don't bother.

Whatever happens
to me now,

at least he'll never
touch our little girl again.

It was worth it.

When we drive out,

just focus straight ahead
like they're not there.

It looks better than
if you try to hide your face.

Thank you.

All right. I don't want
to put her on display.

She doesn't
deserve that.

I don't care what the D.A. says.
He can go to hell.

Right. So, back door?
Yeah.

Will I have
to take my clothes off?

A female deputy
will search you.

It'll be quick.
Don't worry.

I'm not sorry
I killed him.

I know you're not.

All right.
I got here.

Kat, I have to leave,

so Inspector English will
escort you from here, okay?

I'll be okay.

You ready?

Yes.

Let me go right now!

Let me out!

Get me out of here!

Glad
to see you, Inspector.

What happened?

Seems she checked out of rehab
when she heard the news.

Called herself a ride
to her favorite liquor store,

where she still has
an account.

Picked up a bottle
of organic vodka.

'Cause she cares so much
about her health, yeah.

Guzzled down half of it.

Made herself
a traffic hazard

wandering down the center line.

All right, I'll take her
into custody.

You're welcome to her.

No, not again.

Okay.

All right.
I got it, I got it.

All right.
I'll help you rinse, okay?

Rinse.

Spit.

Rinse again.

Spit.

Turn around and face me.

Mm. Okay.

You all right?

Okay.

All right.

Okay, sit here.

This is just a quiet room
for you, all right?

Okay?

I'll make sure
nobody bothers you.

Try to get some sleep,
all right?

Is it true...

...what my mom did?

We'll talk about it
when you're sober, okay?

I want to thank
the people of San Francisco

for allowing me to serve them
as district attorney.

It's the second greatest honor
of my life,

after Catherine agreeing
to marry me.

But effective today, I have
formally resigned from office

and will be joining the firm

of Tucker, McCart,
Wireman, Clay & Chang.

And we are thrilled
to have you.

Thank you.
Mr. Siletti.

Why are you
switching sides?

I'm not.

I'm still
on the side of justice,

but being a defendant
has open my eyes.

You know,
the system is broken,

and that's not just
a liberal mantra.

If the district attorney
of San Francisco

can be over-charged
and over-prosecuted

for political advancement
or payback,

then justice is not blind.

"Justice is accidental,
and innocence is no protection."

But, no, don't quote me on that.
That's actually from Euripides.

Any comment
on Melissa Danson's resignation?

Res ipsa loquitor.

Cesar, will you stand up,
please?

This is Cesar Ramirez,

who...lost his wife
in my accident.

The absence of any legal
liabilities doesn't change

my moral responsibilities
to him and his two children.

Catherine and I have funded
a trust for the Ramirez family

to provide an income
of $50,000 a year,

until Mr. Ramirez's children
both turn 21.

And I would like to present
the first payment

to Mr. Ramirez.

Thank you,
Mario and Catherine.

Hey.

Hi.
Has Silva been processed?

Yeah.
All squared away.

Good.

Not really.

I mean,
there are bad guys,

and then there are good guys
who make a mistake.

Yeah, well, murder
is a pretty big mistake.

Yeah, of course,
but if somebody did that

to one of my daughters,

you be locking me up,
too, sir.

Okay, if the D.A. reduces
the gun enhancement

then, with no priors, Angel
could be out in 10, 11 years.

Maybe.
But 11 years, man.

That's tough. Yeah, and
tougher on the wife.

She loses her daughter
and her husband.

Okay, we're not
social workers here.

No, sir.

He's got five girls
at home.

I thought it was six.

Well, yeah. I mean,
if you count his wife, it's six.

Decision, decisions.

Get the one
with double sugar.

Aw, don't touch me,
man.

Inspectors?

There's someone here
to see you,

says she's
Angel Silva's daughter.

I didn't know Angel Silva
had another daughter.

Neither did I.

I haven't talked to my father
in three years -- or my mother,

until she called today
to tell me that my sister's dead

and my father's a hero.

We're very sorry for
your loss.

My father's no hero.
He's the devil.

Wait. W-What?

His real name
isn't even Angel Silva.

It's Diego Perez.

He changed his name when
we had to get out of Phoenix.

When was this?
13 years ago.

I was eight.

He was an enforcer
for La Eme.

I heard my mom say
he'd started talking too much.

We'd have been better off
if La Eme had just found him.

Was he ever arrested?

'Cause none of this came up
off his prints.

I don't know.

I just know my father
beat all of us all the time.

My mother, Maria, me...

back as far
as I can remember.

Freddie was just
another asshole like my dad.

My sister, she was sweet.

Hard men find soft women,
you know?

I'm not soft anymore.

I decided I'd never
let a man hit me again.

But Maria,
she thought it was love.

They loved her to death,
didn't they?

How you doing, Diego?

Claudia came by
and talked to us.

That girl
is a lying whore

that we had to kick
out of the house.

Anything
she tells you is --

Can and will be used
against you.

Phoenix P.D. has you down
for 13 unsolveds.

13.

You kept busy, vato.

You all don't know shit.

What we do know
is that you cut a deal

to testify
against La Eme...

and which -- not that
you had much of a choice

with that kind of body count
against you.

But then the word got out,
right?

And La Eme was gonna kill you --
probably slowly.

And so adios, Diego.

Hello, Angel.
Great name for you.

Here I was
gonna talk to the D.A.,

try to get you a break,

'cause you're a family man,
right, like me?

Everything I do
is for my family,

if you don't know that.

Yeah, Claudia told us
all about

how you do
for your family.

You taught your wife
and both your girls

what to expect
from a "real man."

You groomed Maria for Freddie.
He finished the job you started.

So, new plan, Diego.

You're gonna be in the system
under your true name.

La Eme's strong
in Cali prisons.

Who knows, maybe the carnales
forgot all about you.

But I don't think so.

They're gonna
find you -- easy.

Sleep tight.

Close 28!

I took care of business.

I closed your case!

You owe me something!

You should --
You should thank me!

You should help me!

Do you hear me?!

Hey.

Oh, hey.

Maria Rivera?
Yeah.

You know,
if there is a God --

and right now,
I'm not too convinced --

he must have been on a coffee
break when this was happening.

Yeah. You get the feeling that
God drinks a lot of coffee.

I get the feeling
God drinks a lot, period.

But you didn't come here
to...wax philosophy with me,

did you?

Is she the only young female
in the morgue right now?

No, it's been a rough week
for the ladies.

Ms. Rivera makes three.

Any O.D.s?

You only met Paul.

You didn't know him.

You're right.

You think you understand,
but you can't.

He made me.

I was a part of him.

And now he's dead.

Everyone that I love
dies.

That's the phone
that I helped you unlock.

Mm-hmm.

What's on it?

Your father and Billy planning
Normandy's murder together.

I don't believe you.

Listen to it.

Audio can be faked.

Do you want
to listen to it?

Sure.
Play it.

All
right, you know what we'll do?

5 up front,
15 when it's done.

Half up front.

Look, this is what I got
right now.

When Normandy's out of the way,
I'll be back in Alicia's life,

and I'll have access
to more money.

You know that, all right?
And I'll pay the rest then.

I'm not using
my own piece.

You don't need to.
I'll get you one, all right?

It's clean.
I got all this planned.

May 17th.

Yo, that -- that's
his birthday.

What do you care?

And then he killed Billy
to cover it up.

Blamed the whole thing
on Andrew Lippman

so he could keep a sexual
and economic hold on you.

It almost worked.

Did you tell my mother?
Is that why she did it?

No.

She had her own reasons.

He kept her from you.

He made her think
that she was crazy

for believing
the truth.

I think killing him
was the only way

that she could...guarantee

that he wouldn't do any more
damage to either one of you.

I want to go home.

C- Can I go home now?

Home is a crime scene,
Alicia.

Let me take you back
to the retreat.

I'm not going back there.
Rehab doesn't help.

I can handle my shit
myself.

Well, this is -- this is
a lot of shit, though.

That's not your problem,
is it?

Come with me.

I want to show you
something.

Why are you making me
look at this?

Her name's Lizzie.

She O.D.'d, like you.

Only with less luck.

How old is she?

17.

What did she take?

What difference does it make?
She's dead.

If you want to stay alive,
you need to change,

or else that's you
lying in there,

under the sheet
in the meat locker.

And your mother
threw everything away

for nothing at all.

Can I see my mom?