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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.

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- 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?

Oh, 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.
- Mmm-hmm.

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.

Oh, 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.

Oh, 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...
- Oh, 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?

Uh, 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.

Oh, my God.

Look, I had an unexpected
emergency, okay.

Hmm. 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."

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

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

Mmm.

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?

Eh, 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.
- Hmm.

- 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.

- Ah, 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, uh, Jasmine, the nurse who
usually works the shift and wing

where Maria Alvarado was
staying, was out last night.

- Is she sick?
- Oh, I hope not.

She's on her honeymoon.

How do you find the temps?

The hospital has a
contract with an agency.

- MNA.
- 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...

Oh, 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.

Uh, 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?
- Oh, 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.

- Huh? 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?

Oh, Lord. Oh.

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?

Huh?

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.

Oh, 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?

- Hmm.
- 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.

Oh. Thank you, Bobby.

That's last week's Saver.

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

Oh, 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?

Oh, 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, huh?

- Always is.
- Mmm, 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?

Mmm...

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.

Oh, 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.

Oh, 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.

Oh.

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.

Oh, 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.

Hmm? 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.

Ugh. 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.

Oh, 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.
- Huh?

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

Hmm.

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.

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