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Previously on Rogue...

Daniel Jameson. The man who
was killed in the restaurant.

Did he hurt you?

Flores...

She died. In her cell.

Coumadin. It showed up in her
system in enormous quantities.

Someone gave her an overdose.

Get me Marty Stein.

I don't know where
Ethan Kelly is.

You're gonna help me.

Should've taken care of me
when you had the chance.

There's still time.

You are gonna tell me
where she is,

- or I swear to...
- God?

Is that what you were
going to say?

God isn't going
to help you, Detective!

No more than God

helped that stupid bitch
colleague of yours.

Once you take this,
we're square.

Tommy's debt to you is cleared,

and he no longer works for you.

Motherfucker!

What the fuck is wrong with you?

- What did you do?
- I did nothing.

Where is he, you son of a bitch?

What the fuck did you
do with Tommy?

If you ever even think
of laying a hand on me,

it'll be the last thought
you ever have.

Tommy's dead, man.

He's long gone.

Welcome to the land of fuck.

What's Coumadin?

It's a fast-acting
blood thinner,

and it had no reason
to be in Maria's body.

There were massive amounts
of it in her system.

And the prison pharmacy,
it doesn't even carry it.

This kind of overdose,
somebody wanted her dead.

Revenge for killing Jameson?

Makes sense.

Or someone wanted to shut
her up about something.

I think we find out who
slipped her the Coumadin,

it gives us the why.

What about this "Flores"
she mentions?

God. No idea.
We've been looking into it,

but we don't exactly have
much to go on right now.

Yeah.

Thanks.

Mrs. Jameson
is in Interview Two.

Think she's involved?

I don't know.

Might as well start
at the beginning.

You're late.

Yeah, what do you want?

A Pepto'd work wonders.

For ten bucks, you'd think

they'd give you
that on the side.

Yeah, well, I'm busy.

I was thinking,
opening night at the bar.

I'm going to bring the squad by.

I'm in this to make a living.

No, no, no. One thing you
gotta know about SFPD Narcs,

we pay for our own booze.

Yeah, that's good to know.

I also got a little delivery

lined up for you later on.

No, no, no, no.
I'm not your fucking bagman.

You'll be anything
I want you to be.

- Is that a fact?
- Yeah.

I got a witness, saw you and
that half-mongoloid Tommy

going into Nelson's crib.

Then they also saw you leave,

while Nelson was
bleeding out on the carpet.

Your witness is mistaken.

I guess I have to get
a couple of dozen other

citizens who will say they saw
the same fucking shit.

Perk of the profession.

Res ipsa loquitur.

Baby, no Latin? Catholic school.

The fuckin' thing
speaks for itself.

Bottom line, on a good day

you're guilty as an accessory
to murder.

On a bad one,
intentional murder.

So, you can do
your ten minimum or

you can become another happy
employee at Oaks Enterprises.

If you want,
you can still go to the cops.

But who do you think they're
gonna believe? You or me?

What do you need?

Now you're talking.

Mrs. Jameson, hi.

I'm Detective Clea Annou.

This is Detective Bethany Doyle.

Sorry for your loss.

First off, I want it noted that.

Mrs. Jameson is here
of her own free will,

and will...

Stop. Stop, Brad.

I'm Daniel's widow.

God that sounds strange.

I... I'm not stupid.

I've seen enough TV to know

that I'll eventually be
a person of interest.

The woman that killed him,

was it one of his girlfriends?

You don't have to do this, Emma.

Some people call what we had
an "open" marriage.

We called it a "pragmatic" one.

All right, have you ever heard
the name Maria Alvarado?

No. We never discussed his...
Women.

That's what kept it pragmatic.

Maybe you might recognize her.

She's barely older than Deanna.

Deanna?

Our daughter. She's 15.

It's obvious Emma had no idea...

It's sick.

I'm sure you think
our entire marriage was sick.

I don't judge, Mrs. Jameson...

We both know that's
a lie. Everybody judges.

I assume Mr. Jameson didn't
bring his girlfriends home.

We were not sadists.

We weren't into threesomes.

Or at least I wasn't.

But it seems I can no longer

vouch for anything about Daniel.

Did he bring them to hotels?

He had an apartment in the city.

And before you ask,
I don't know where it is.

Did you ever see a check
or a credit card bill?

Why don't you ask her?

She's dead, Mrs. Jameson.

What happened to her?

Overdose.

Jesus.

We think someone had her killed.

Wait, you think I had
something to do with this?

Look, Mrs. Jameson has been
fully cooperative, Detective.

She's been
through a lot already.

And if you intend
to charge her, I insist...

Shut up, Brad!

I have nothing to hide.

All right.

Like I said, I'm sorry
for your loss.

Thank you so much for coming in

and being so cooperative.

You guys are free to go.

Everybody who hates men,
raise your hand.

How do you know the
"pragmatism" wasn't her idea?

A guy cheats on you,

tell me you wouldn't
cut his cock off

and toss it in the bay.

God. What happened
to growing old together?

All right, why don't you try
to find Jameson's apartment,

maybe there's something in there

that'll tell us who Maria is.

I'll gonna go to the psych ward.

We need to find out who gave
her the drugs and why.

What about the wife?

I'll just have Cooperman
look into her.

My gut, she has nothing
to do with this.

You know what
I remember from Harvard?

Other than Hogan's

classroom cross-examinations.
No, what?

That and you were full of shit.

Harlow asked you the holding
of Sherwood v. Walker.

Right.

You tap danced for 10 minutes.

Yeah. But he bought it,
didn't he?

You never read the case,
did you?

You really need to ask me that?

You should have called me
when you left San Francisco.

My God.

Look, I had an unexpected
emergency, okay.

Still full of shit, I see.

Listen. You were
in the middle of the trial...

What, they don't have
phones in Chicago?

You know what, you're right.
You're right. I'm an asshole.

Look. Thank you
for meeting with me.

I know you could've said you
were busy and I appreciate it.

I am.

For some reason, people just
keep on killing each other.

Yeah, imagine that.

And I kiss the Lord on
both cheeks every day for it.

Between me and you,

I get a little wet when
the foreman of the jury

stands and says, "Guilty."

I wouldn't be surprised
if you're the next DA.

They'll have to wheel
Cooley out on a gurney.

So, Kelly,

besides kissing
my very shapely butt,

- what do you want?
- I'll tell you.

I bought a bar actually...

What happened to
the security business?

I had a change of heart,
I guess you could say.

I am not using my position
in the DA's office

to expedite your liquor license.

I'm not asking that, all right.

Actually, I already have one.

Always cutting
corners. Who did you pay off?

Nobody.

But that's my problem.

Have you heard of a detective
by the name of Casey Oaks?

I've heard the name.

Well, he got me the license.

I never asked him for anything.

And by the way,
I didn't take it.

I want this done right.

I don't want to owe
anybody anything.

Not even a cop?

Especially not a fucking cop.
No.

What do you want from me?

You're an ADA.

You have sources.

I'd like you to look into
this guy for me.

Translation,
get you leverage over him.

Okay, look.

I get the feeling that he's
not going to leave me alone.

And I'd like him out of my life.

Why do I get the feeling

you're not telling me
everything?

Fugitive tip line,
how can I help you?

I understand, ma'am.
Where was this?

Where in upstate New York?

No, sir,
she wasn't missing last month

but thank you for your call.

You know, Patrick,
sometimes I wonder

what's going on in your head.

To be honest, most of the time
I feel the same way.

You punched out Marty Stein.

Were you going to tell me?

- It was personal.
- Personal?

Yeah, well, you can expect
personal service

with an assault complaint.

You're shitting me.

No, I wish I was.

Captain Lockwood down at the
Fourth just called me.

Fuck it.
Son of a bitch deserved it.

Maybe he did.

But he's Mia's, or Anna,
whatever the fuck

her name is today,
he is her lawyer.

And that puts you puts you
in a conflict situation.

- Okay. Hold on.
- No, no.

You are off the investigation.

Come on.

Come... For fuck's sake!

We usually have three
or four temp nurses here

on any given shift.

One of the regulars is sick,
on vacation, you get the idea.

Anyway,

Jasmine, the nurse who usually
works the shift and wing

where Maria Alvarado was
staying, was out last night.

- Is she sick?
- I hope not.

She's on her honeymoon.

How do you find the temps?

The hospital has a contract
with an agency.

Okay.

- Medical Nursing Agency.
- Okay.

Do we have a home address
for Dominique Lacour?

She's the temp
who worked last night.

I've got nothing on file.

Print out the information
on MNA for Detective Annou.

Well, we scrutinize
every nurse's work history,

and require several
recommendations on each one.

We've never had any complaints
on Dominique before.

Personally, I think...

That's odd.

What?

Dominique wasn't sent
to Mayfield last night.

We sent Jill DeCarlo.

Okay, can you get her
on the phone for me?

Absolutely.

I don't like this any more
than you do, Detective.

Hi Jill. It's Nancy from MNA...

No, not today.

Listen, actually, I have
a police detective here

and she'd like to speak to you.

Calm down.

Sure, we'll talk later.

Hi, Jill. Detective Annou.

It's fine. It's fine.

Listen, Nancy's telling me
that you were assigned

to Mayfield last night but...

Can you e-mail that to Nancy?

Thank you.

She's saying your office sent
her a cancellation e-mail.

No way.
It would be here if we did.

I'll call you back in a minute.

I'm going to need everything
you have on Dominique Lacour.

Yo, dude, watch the Retros.

Say what?

Fuck.

You popo, ain't you?

- Shit, I ain't done nothin'.
- Yeah?

Someone gave you the green
to buy those kicks.

Was my cousin, man.

What's his name?

- I forget.
- Forgot?

Maybe I should
take you downtown.

- You wanna go downtown?
- Come on, man.

Maybe we can work something out.

This dealer, Nelson.

- You know him?
- He dead.

Yeah, what about the guy
that works for him?

Where does he live?

Fuck, man,
you want me to be DOA?

Okay, get up.

Get up, get your fucking hands
behind your back, man.

- You got anything...
- All right. No.

- Chill what?
- Chill, dude.

Start talking. What?

Between me and you...

I don't see anybody else
around. Do you?

Come on.

Then start talking, all right?

Come on. Breathe.

Breathe. Come on, breathe

I want to know everything

there is to know
about Casey Oaks.

- You hear me?
- Oaks'll kill my ass.

I wouldn't worry about Oaks,
I'd worry about me.

Now I wanna know
who he works with,

where he goes, who he fucks...
You hear me?

Nelson kicked up to him
every week.

So he shot him.

I won't say nothing.
I swear to God.

What else? What else? What else?

Sometimes I'm his muscle.
I do what he tells me.

Did you kill Tommy?

- Did you kill Tommy?
- No, no, no, no.

Did you kill him?

Did you kill him?

I didn't want
to do it, man, I swear!

Oaks tells me, "Belly,
kill the skinny fucker".

Please don't kill me, man!
Please.

I will tell you anything
you wanna know.

Just please don't kill me.

Fuck!

Listen to me. Listen to me.

You're gonna tell me everything.

Starting with where the body is.

This was a terrible mistake.

Yeah, I wish it were
a mistake, Dominique.

Is that what the hospital
told you?

They think that I...

I need this job, Detective...

I would never...

I'm always very careful
to only give the patients

what the doctor prescribes.

You can check the records.

I did.

I did. And the prison pharmacy

doesn't even carry Coumadin,
which is what you gave her.

I gave her what
the pharmacist gave me.

Well, the thing is
I spoke to him.

And he denies ever having
given you Coumadin.

- He's lying.
- Look,

what I'm really interested in

is why you were at the
hospital in the first place.

Your agency said
they never sent you.

Then why would I go?

Lord..

The Agency e-mailed this
to me yesterday.

I wouldn't go
unless they sent me.

I swear I didn't do
anything wrong.

Can I take this with me?

Good news. Bad news.
Which do you want first?

I could really use
some good news.

The e-mail to the nurses,

they weren't sent from
the Nursing Agency.

They were, however,
sent from the same IP address.

Bad news.

That address has been burned.

That means someone
wanted Dominique

at the hospital that night.

And they're being very careful

to cover their tracks.

What's that?

This is the complete works
of Dominique Lacour.

- From the agency.
- You want me to...

No, I got it. Thanks.

Grant that through
the passion, death,

and resurrection of your Son

may he share in the joy
of your heavenly kingdom...

Forever.

Yes, Lord. Forgive me.

Forgive me.

All right.
We'll check into it, sir.

Thank you.

Sam, you got something?

Yeah, could be.

A guy saw a woman

being dragged out of a van
by three guys.

Okay, I got this. Thank you.

Where's Tommy?

I don't know. He didn't
show up for work yesterday.

He was supposed take the girls
to school this morning.

I was late for work
because of him.

Well, you could have called
me, Donna, if you needed help.

I don't need your help, Ethan.

I don't want your help.

Look, all I know is that

Tommy got involved
with some bad people.

He was trying to get clean.

Look, if you want me to look
for him, I'll look for him.

Something has happened to Tommy.

Someone has hurt him.

If somebody hurt Tommy,

they're gonna pay for it, Donna.

I can promise you that.

You always have
the answers, don't you?

Did you know when you guys
were all overseas,

Ray and I e-mailed every day?

Whenever I wrote
that I was worried,

he said, "Don't worry, babe.
It's okay, it's cool."

"Ethan's got my back."

You got Tommy's back too, Ethan?

This is a waste of time.

You talk a whole lot for someone

who's supposed to be
observing only.

Just my opinion.

The more time we waste,
the further away Mia gets.

This is the best tip
we got so far.

Snatching Mia
from that ambulance

was pretty fucking
sophisticated.

The only way the caller saw that

is if they wanted us
to see them.

Tell me something, what the fuck

do you want from me, Patrick?

There's higher powers
at play here.

I'm just going by the drill.

Yeah, that's a waste of time.

That's my opinion.

We found this about
100 yards over there.

Well, why you showing me?
Put the dog on the scent.

Go on.

Could be bones.

Afternoon, ma'am.
Welcome to Quick Rental.

Looking for a rental today?

Are you okay, ma'am?

Can I get you anything?

God, I'm so sorry.

Aidan. Um...

This is so embarrassing.

Here.

Very kind.

My husband...

We were on vacation in Chicago,

and we had, um...

We had a fight.

- Did he hit you?
- No.

No. No, he would never
do anything like that.

No man should ever lay a hand
on a woman.

Right. You're right.

He's a good man.

I... I said some things, Aidan,

some things that I wish
I could take back.

- Ma'am...
- It's Katherine.

I...

I just need to say I'm sorry.

And take him back home.

I'm...

Not sure what I can do to help.

I can't find him.

He's not answering his phone.

We rented

a car from your company
a few days ago.

And I was thinking,

hoping that,
maybe you could just

tell me where he is.

We have a strict policy
on giving out customer...

I... I'm so scared that

he's not gonna come back.

I know it. And the kids...

I just...
If I could just talk to him...

Give me his name.

Ethan Kelly.

There's too much cilantro
in this, Pop.

What the hell is
Cesar doing back there?

It's the end of the week.
We had to use it up

before it goes bad.

Then use it as garnish. Cesar!

Too much cilantro.
Tastes like potpourri.

Whatcha got there?

It's a mind bender.

Keep grabbing at straws
and pulling a short one.

Cesar!
I'm gonna go kill him, Pop.

I'm gonna kill him.

Cilantro is good for the soul,
and right now,

your soul needs some good.

Dominique Lacour. What'd she do?

Nothing I can prove.

Yeah, well, I have faith
in you, baby. You'll do it.

Okay, sure.

- Shit!
- What?

If someone does something
once, it's a mistake,

it's an unfortunate mishap.

You do it twice...

Love you, Pop.

Three years ago, Maria's nurse
at the psych ward,

Dominique Lacour,
was investigated

for an "accidental" death
at an elderly care center.

The man's name was
Robert Parkinson.

It could just be a coincidence.

Elderly people die.

Of a bad mixture of
prescription drugs?

Careless or unlucky?

Or intentional.

Talk to her again.

Good to see you're hard at it.

Wait a minute.

Don't tell me

you thought I'd forgotten
about your little errand.

Well, I was hoping.

You gonna learn to love me.

Address is on it.

They're expecting it
first thing.

Quid pro quo, baby.

You scratch my back,
you stay outta the can.

Now, I don't get any quid,

you're gonna get
a shitload of quo.

You with me?

That's my boy.

Run along now.

Don't be late.

There were bones
in the burn pit.

Too charred to test?

They're not sure yet.

They also found a molar.

One molar.
That's fucking convenient.

Yeah, Lab's checking the DNA
as we speak.

How come we never get the lab
to move that fast?

Because, my friend, we don't
have the full weight of the

federal government behind us.

You're not buying
any of this, are you?

What's important is that.

Special Agents Wilson
and Murray are.

It's CYA.

Cover your ass.

They want Mia to be dead,
so the whole thing goes away

and they don't look like
the assholes that they are

for losing her
in the first place.

Yup, it looks like your friend
dropped the car off

on Tuesday at 7:05 a.m.

He didn't rent
another one, did he?

Not from us.

There's other car rental
places in town?

The closest one is
about two hours north.

What about an airport?

Another two hours.

A train?

That would be south in Sterling.

A good six hours from here.

Thank you, Bobby.

That's last week's Saver.

You can get the new one
at Carl's down the block.

Thank you, but this is great.

Yes. I'm calling
about the Chrysler.

Is it still for sale?

Yes, I'd love to see it.

I'll call back.

Hi, I'm calling
about the Camaro.

Is that still for sale?

That's great.

This afternoon's awesome.

I...

I can call you
a dentist for that.

Doc Miller. He uses gas.

I'll be okay.

Again, I'm sorry
about the Impala.

If I'd known...

Story of my life.

I'm always a day late.

Thank you
for the lemonade, Ricky.

This...

This wouldn't be the guy
who bought it?

No. It was
a couple of sorority girls.

Well, thanks again.

I can't believe this fella
is wanted by the cops.

He seemed like such a nice guy.

Well, these felons can be
charming as hell.

That's how they get away with
their crimes, I suppose.

You don't think
I'm involved with him.

No, of course not.

Is my Mustang
his getaway vehicle?

You could say that.

What branch of law enforcement
did you say you with, dear?

I'm not.

I'm a skip tracer.

Bounty Hunter.

Like Dog?

Just like Dog,

without the mullet.

I love that crazy
son of a bitch.

Me and the Mrs.
Never miss an episode.

My life should be so exciting.

Before I go, can you
remember anything

specific this guy
might have said

about where he'd be headed?

He didn't say.

Said he needed
the car to run well.

Assumed he was
taking a long trip.

What did you guys talk about?

Devil's in the details?

- Always is.
- Let me see.

We mostly talked about baseball.

The Cubbies were on.

He didn't know much
about the game.

Hell, the Giants haven't had
pitching since 2012.

Did my guy said that
he was a San Francisco fan?

Not specifically.

He said he loved sittin'
in the bleachers

in old Candlestick
with his buddies.

He didn't think he could
go for AT&T Park.

So maybe my guy was headed
for San Francisco.

Yeah. Yeah.

Come to think of it,
that would make sense.

Take it easy.

Get off me, man. Get off me.

Oaks sent me.

Why the fuck didn't you say so?

- Are you Pierre?
- Yeah.

Just look at it from
my point of view, Dominique.

I'm not accusing
you of anything.

I talked to the cops
three years ago.

They said I didn't do
nothing wrong.

Okay, but you have to admit,

from my point of view,

that's two of your patients.

I don't give a damn
about your point of view.

Who are you?

She's a cop.

Detective Clea Annou,
SFPD Major Crimes.

You okay, Ma?

She's asking about
Willow Forest.

But she was just leaving.

You heard her. Get outta here.

If she'd just answer
a few questions.

She ain't sayin' nothin'
without her lawyer.

Go.

Who did you say
her lawyers were again?

Drake Munroe.

They bill like
a thousand an hour.

You don't think it's weird
that a part-time nurse

is represented by
a high-powered firm like that?

Weird is one word for it.

We should just bring
Dominique in.

We don't have enough,

not with lawyers like that.

Not yet.

Are you eating
a bacon burger from Billy's?

It creeps me out how you can
smell food through the phone.

Food's my porn.

Will you save me half?

All right, who caught
the nursing home case?

Hold on a sec.

That would be.

Detective Colleen Morrison.

Division?

Retired three years ago. July.

That is the same time that.

Dominique's case
was ruled an accident.

Find out where she is now.

You'd think it'd be a democracy,

but it's really
more like a Ricktatorship.

One minute, he's this
law-abiding sheriff

and now he's a cold,
remorseless killer.

Here's another
interesting tidbit.

They never say the word
"zombie" once.

There's walkers,
biters, floaters,

with humans being
the deadliest of them all.

Crap, I'm boring you.

Jocelyn?

No...

No, keep going.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to ramble.

It's just so nice
to have someone to talk to.

I'm sorry. I'm just preoccupied.

So, who's in San Fran,
if you don't mind me asking?

Just an old girlfriend.

Ever been before?

Before this morning,

I've never been out of Nebraska.

You know, I'm ahead of schedule.

I don't have to go to
Seattle right away.

My conference doesn't
start until Monday.

If your girlfriend's busy
working or whatever,

I mean, I could show you around.

Are you okay?

You're sweating.

I'm just really hot.

You like frozen smoothies?

Blueberry is my favorite.

Tell you what.

I'll fill up
and get us one each.

My treat.

Hey.

And, um,
a box of Trojans, please.

Holy shit.

Give me the phone.

Quick.

Welcome.

Colleen Morrison?

Just Colleen.
I'll be right with you.

Jesus, I thought I was
done with you people.

Colleen, I'm so sorry
to bother you.

If it wasn't for the murder
of an 18-year-old girl,

you'd have never seen my face.

I left the force
three years ago.

Not sure how I can help.

Well, a person of interest
is a nurse that you arrested

before you started
cutting flowers.

Dominique Lacour.

Doesn't ring a bell.

Really?

I'd think you would've
remembered this one.

Why's that?

Because it was
one of your last cases.

Sorry.

So why'd you quit?

Sixteen years in,
three to retirement.

Look around.

No one spits in my face here.

I don't have guns pointed
at me by 10-year-olds.

Flowers make people happy.

Working in narcotics,
do you know how many times

I made anyone,
let alone myself, happy?

Yeah, I hear you.

It's not exactly
what you'd call a party.

It's tough.

What did my report say?

That it was an accident.

Well then,
I guess it was an accident.

Please hold a minute, sir.

Hey, is the boss around?

- I haven't seen him.
- Shit.

- What?
- I think I've got

a live one on Drubeskaya.

There's a call on hold

from a place called
Harmony, Colorado.

A double homicide
at a gas station off the I-70.

The last number called
before they were killed

was the tipline.

What line is this on?

Two.

Detective Finnegan, CPD.

Hey.

Not now.

This will only take a second.

I just need you to run

a plate number for me
right here.

You're kidding me, right?

I've got a brief due
in like, 22 hours.

Did you look into Oaks yet?

Yeah, I dropped everything.

You know what, Regan,
this is serious.

I'm not kidding around here.
Come on.

Yeah, and this is my real job.

The one I actually get paid for.

I'm sorry, between finding
out if a liquor license

was obtained through nefarious
means and my career,

the choice isn't close.

It's not just about a license.

Look, Oaks just made me
his bagman.

I just delivered $50,000
to some asshole

by the name of Pierre.

- For what?
- I don't know.

I followed the guy to a house
in the Sunset District.

A few minutes later,
a woman came out.

- I figure she has the money.
- Did you follow her?

No, I got a plate number.

Look, if I can figure out who
Oaks is paying and why,

that gives me leverage.

Maybe I can get out
from under him.

Fuck.

Oaks has got something on you.

I want to know what it is.

This has been real, Ethan.

Do me a favor, lose my number.

I am trying to do
the right thing.

Look, I've done a lot
of bad shit in my life,

things I'm not proud of.
All right?

Things I wish I could take back.

I don't know, look.

But there's no taking back
in this world.

I understand.

But, all I want to do

is I want to sit in my bar
and serve drinks

to other damaged souls
that are trying to forget.

But this piece of shit cop
won't let me do it.

He is an officer of the SFPD.

And I see a goddamn way out.

But my good old friend, the ADA,

the symbol of the law,

a warrior for justice,

you know what she says to me?

"Nah, I'm too busy
for you, Ethan."

Come on, Regan.

Help me out.

All right.

Okay.

You should have
finished law school.

You'd have made
a hell of a trial lawyer.

Give me the plate number.

Here.

Okay.

You sure you got this right?

Yeah. What do you mean? Why?

It says it belongs
to a Detective Clea Annou.

Major Crimes, homicide.

No shit.

Let's not jump the gun.

It could be a case of
wrong place, wrong time.

Come on, you don't really
believe that, do you?

No. But do you have any idea

how hard it is
to prove a cop is dirty?

Let alone two dirty cops.

That blue line is thick, Ethan.

If I step on the wrong toes,
my career is over.

I need the SFPD to win cases.

And if I'm right
and we prove it,

what happens to
your career then?

I mean, this could be a whole

hell of a lot bigger than
just two dirty cops, Regan.

Okay.

I'll look into Oaks.

That's Oaks.

And that's her.

- Can I hang onto these?
- Sure. Yeah.

Yeah.

Thanks, Regan.

Just be careful, okay?

The clerk's Troy Varrone.

Poor kid just got
the job last week.

And this one?

His name is Ron Wakefield.

He's the one who
called your hotline.

On the way to Seattle for
a pharmaceutical conference.

Looks like he thought
he was getting lucky.

What about the security footage?

We're a small town.

No cameras? You're kidding?

This sort of thing
doesn't happen here.

Officers are canvassing
the area.

And?

No one's been able
to ID your girl.

She killed my partner.

She's not my girl.

What about this
poor schmuck's vehicle?

We haven't found it yet,

but we were able to get into
his phone's GPS.

He was headed to Seattle.
Originally.

About 20 minutes before
he pulled over to fill up,

he reset his GPS
for San Francisco.

You should have seen
Colleen's face

when I mentioned
Dominique's name.

I thought she was gonna shit.

She fucking knows something.

Maybe she fucked up something
with Dominique's first case.

Maybe she was
pressured off the force.

Is that half of your bacon
burger still in the fridge?

With your name on it.

I'll get it for you.

I need a coffee anyway.

I think we should
talk to her last partner.

What the fuck?

Look at this.

Casey Oaks.

Isn't that the guy who came
into Maria's interrogation?

That's one big fucking
coincidence, if you ask me.