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I've never told anybody this, except Vince.

In my desperation to, um, prove myself,

I became just as bad as him.

What does that mean?

Andrew insisted that in order to work on my mom's case, he needed more.

So…

Nice to see you again, Lev.

Mind if I introduce you to a couple of my new girlfriends?

This is Cha-Cha and Peaches.

Nice to meet you, lovely ladies.

Shall we?

Tamara.

Lev is the richest fucker in our class,

and we have him eating out of the palm of our hands.

He's gonna be a huge asset to my career, Tamara.

What would I do without you?

You gave me two stars. All to be my main girl.

So, you were a bottom?

The girls…

where'd you find them?

Just girls I knew.

Ones with bad home situations, kinda like mine.

Most of them just needed money and didn't know how to get it.

I remember thinking at the time, "Maybe I am helping them."

I'm having a hell of a time tracking this Marv Lanelle guy.

He's had no more contact with Emily's stepdad,

and his last known address is a dud.

He's a low-level dealer, right?

Could hit up Dimitri in Vice,

get some of his contacts who deal the same shit.

- Is something up? - Get up.

Is this a joke?

Detective Sun, you're under arrest

for tampering with evidence and obstruction of justice.

Dead man walking.

No! No!

Hey, hey. It's okay, it's okay, baby.

Look, just... We're here, all right?

- Baby. - I can't take it.

- I can't take it. - Everything's okay.

It was just a bad dream.

- No. No. No. - It was just a bad dream. Shh.

Everything's okay.

- Hey. - Congratulations, Detective.

You found our CUBO.

Thank you.

We have Sun in custody, but, uh, he's lawyered up.

He's not saying a word.

The officer at the evidence cage remembers Sun checking out the needle and floss.

Oh, and we found something on Sun's desk.

That's info on Alameda County Juvenile Hall.

- Where they're holding Aubrey. - Mm-hmm.

- Maybe Aubrey knows something. - And Sun was pressuring him to keep quiet.

Maybe now that Sun's gone…

- Think we can trust him? - I don't know.

I mean, he's a predator.

And a victim.

But he still has a perspective in all this,

and I think we should hear it.

Especially if he knows anything about Finney.

All right.

Poppy, there's, uh... There's one other thing.

Uh…

Sun had a copy of, uh, Shreve's arrest records.

I'm thinking he was gonna leak 'em to the press,

make the Capstones look bad.

Mmm.

Yeah, that'd be my guess.

He had one specific file flagged

that's, uh… …an incident of assault that sent your father to prison

for a year in the '80s.

Yeah.

That's what landed me at Miss Shirley's.

Right.

Well, Shreve must've been one hell of a boxer

based on what he did to this, uh, Alexander Michael Troy guy.

What?

Well, that's the guy's name that your pops nearly beat to death.

I know you hated the fundraising stunt, but Finney's got me in a bind.

The Caps are still in jail, and now he's coming for The Knock.

I'm sorry, Shreve. I really am.

Then put a leash on Finney and the rest of his attack dogs.

With all due respect,

I thought it was you who owed me a favor after your last request.

You put Sybil and myself, and our company, in a very tough position.

Why would I wanna help you again?

Follow me.

Proof of trust.

You're serious?

I never joke about my bikes.

I, uh, appreciate you coming, Leona.

The timing worked… …with my trip back.

Since our last visit, I've been thinking a lot more about my mom

and that time in her life before she met my father.

You mean the majority of her life?

I'm just curious about…

what she was like back then.

Like, what did she wanna be?

Did she... Did she have any major boyfriends before she met my father?

- Don't like thinking about him. - Why?

Because… …then I get mad at Elinor,

and I don't like speaking ill of the dead.

Oh, come on. It's not speaking ill of the dead if it's the truth.

- I just wanna kn... - She should have married Alexander.

- Alexander? - Yeah.

I mean, he was basically already part of the family.

He used to treat my girls to ice cream.

Girls cried for weeks when Elinor ended it.

Why did she end it?

Because Shreve came rolling in and knocked up your mother.

Okay. This... This Alexander person, what was he like?

Hmm. He was interested in everything.

I mean, he could rival you

in your knowledge of world politics and current events.

Mmm. Seems like we'd have a lot in common.

Shared interests.

Trini, how often have you been having these night terrors?

Uh, every night since she's been home.

But she doesn't always remember…

…the details once she's awake.

Trauma can manifest in a body in a lot of different ways.

I urge you not to push Trini

to try and recover these memories.

If it happens, it'll happen in its own time.

I understand what you're saying, Doc, but this is a very unique situation.

All right?

We need more specifics on Trini's assault so that we can press char...

How soon should we be getting her back into her old routine?

Maybe we can start introducing a schedule...

Zarina.

I really wish you wouldn't cut me off, okay?

- Like I said, we need to press charges... - Markus, Trini said she doesn't remember.

Why don't you just drop it

and be grateful that your daughter is sitting here with us?

I know you both wanna help Trini…

Yeah.

…but at this juncture, we really need to let Trini lead her own healing.

Do you have anything you wanna say?

My nightmare wasn't about the assault.

It...

It was about Aubrey.

I can't stand the thought of him in jail, or juvie, whatever.

It makes me sick just thinking about it.

I'm so worried.

And I just...

I love him.

As the money started rolling in…

Finney leased this tricked-out apartment for us.

Started spending a lot of time there.

You know, my mom was so overworked,

she accepted whatever lie I told her about where I was.

Did Finney send you to particular recruiting spots?

I mean, what was his strategy?

Oh, I did that shit all on my own.

That dress really brings out the color of your eyes.

You know, when I said that I didn't feel pretty in my old clothes,

I really didn't expect you to...

I wanted to help.

I want you to have nice things.

Here. Look at this ring I got myself.

You paid for that yourself?

That's what I've been saying. I live for myself now.

- Try it on. - Jasmine, go wait in the car. Now.

- Vince, this is... - I said now, Jasmine. We gotta go.

I know what you and your "friends" have been doing here,

and it's disgusting.

Preying on girls? Here of all places?

You should be ashamed.

You stay away from my cousin and this church, you hear me?

I'd never seen anyone care enough about these girls to protect one of 'em.

Vince saw how young I was. I was just 17.

He offered to help me get out.

Gave me his card.

Told me to call anytime.

Mmm. That's when you left?

No.

No, I thought I could still trust Finney.

And I figured, you know,

he's made enough money and connections to secure our future together.

I was still so in love with him.

I fucking wish I would've left then.

What were your interactions like with Sun?

He was someone Trey would threaten me with. Sort of.

Like, let me know the law was in his pocket.

You know, if I ever walked out or snitched.

Made me feel like I had no choice but to go along with the plan he had for us…

and for Trini.

I did, though, have a choice. And I made the wrong one.

Did you ever see Detective Sun at the mixer house?

No, sir.

What about this guy?

Did you see him there?

No, I... I've never seen him.

I mean, except on TV, signs and stuff.

There was this one time.

I-I was with Trey when he met up with Sun over at the blade.

It... It was this motel right off the Boulevard.

I got the feeling he spent a lot of time there,

'cause the motel staff let him walk around like he was the boss or something.

When was this?

Right around the time I went to Mr. And Mrs. Killebrew's for dinner.

I was feeling stressed

'cause Trey was telling me he was short a girl.

I remember Markus telling me about that dinner.

It was just a couple of days after Drea was killed.

Trini must have been Drea's replacement.

I'm so sorry, Ms. Scoville.

Please, I-I just need to know. How is Trini?

So, Sun had Mr. Motel out there on a leash this whole time.

Mutual beneficial criminality.

Sun kept other cops from hassling the motel.

He got a free off-the-record room.

Aames.

Whoa.

I think we just found the Pulp Fiction briefcase.

Mmm. But do you have a guy who can open it?

I may have one better.

Yeah, you sit next to someone in a cramped car

while they unlock their phone enough times…

you pick up a few details.

Okay, we're driving home separately.

Yeah. Serial number's filed off.

Oh. Cage officer was right.

The needle and floss Sun took from Drea's evidence.

That's not the only one. These are unused.

All this time, we've been assuming it was Trey who was tattooing the girls.

What if it was Sun?

That's a stretch.

Is it?

That's gotta be Bruno Pascal's tie.

Right. Yeah, Drea's john, he left a tie behind.

And when he went back to get it, he overheard Trey and Drea's argument.

You know, it never made sense why Trey killed Drea.

Pimps rely on the girls for income.

Maybe...

Maybe Sun was in the room with Trey, or he came in after.

Fuck.

Yeah. So, how's our girl holding up?

You know, any more talk about visiting that little snake Aubrey?

No, but she's pretty pissed.

Hasn't left her room in hours. Where are you?

Um, I'm at the bank.

But listen, I'm at the teller, so I'm gonna have to call you back, all right?

Talk to you later.

Detective.

Now, we already told Fostokowski and the DA

you're not gonna get anything out of us

on this trumped-up obstruction of justice bullshit.

Well, I disagree.

You know, I talked to the, uh... To the officer at the evidence cage.

He remembers Sun checking out the needle and floss.

You don't have shit, Aames.

We both know that floss and needle broke chain of custody.

It'll never stand up in court.

No, I... I have shit.

Yeah, I got shit.

All this shit.

All this from that roach-infested office of yours.

You see...

See, I think you're the muscle behind this, uh... this trafficking operation.

Yeah, you drug the girls… …you brand them,

maybe even put a bullet in someone who steps out of line.

You wanna explain to me what you had to do with the murder of Drea Spivey?

Oh, that must've pissed your boss off.

Depleting his inventory like that, right?

Who is he?

You better start flippin' and talking like a fucking show dolphin,

'cause I got you for murder.

See, now you wildin' out.

No. One of the blade girls gave your ass up.

Hooker's word against mine.

Oh, we don't just have her word.

No, Sun.

We spoke to one of Drea's johns,

and what he said, in conjunction with what we know from Drea,

well, this all… points to you.

So here's what I think happened the night Drea was murdered.

I'm tired.

Get you some more blow then. You ain't done.

Come on, man.

You stop when I say so.

You owe me, girl.

Not anymore.

That should be enough right there. I don't wanna keep going, Trey.

I already made payout. Why would I do...

I take a leak and all hell breaks loose? What the fuck's going on out here?

Bitch don't wanna work.

But we straight now.

Go on. I'll get her right for the mixer.

Get on the bed.

I ain't going to no mixer. I heard what happens there.

Oh, you going.

Right after you break me off some.

Lie down.

No.

- What'd you say? - I wanna go home.

That's not happening.

Get off of me. No...

Get off of me! You... No! St...

Please stop.

You tried to fuck her, didn't you?

- She wasn't having it. - Get off me!

- No. - Kevin.

A child.

She was a child.

And you held her down.

You forced yourself on her.

Right?

She was a child.

Sixteen years old.

- I don't do that shit. - Okay.

Kevin.

You're an ex-cop, and you're going in. You're going in.

You're gonna to be known as a child rapist.

- That's the lowest of the low. - I didn't rape her!

She was outta line. She taunted me.

How?

I was just trying to ink her for the mixer.

I know you got kids.

I seen your screen saver.

Two little girls.

What the hell kind of father does this shit?

Shut the fuck up!

How'd you like it if your girls had to take it up the butt

with some dirty old fuck...

- Do not talk about my kids! - Please!

Girl, let's go. You got a john waiting.

Hello?

Hey, what you doing here?

Came to ink her for the mixer, but she's lights out.

Oh, shit. For real?

Yeah.

What? She don't need it now.

Is there anything… …on the table here, Detective?

I'm sure the, uh... the DA's office would consider shaving time off his sentence

if he tells us who he's working for.

And?

You better watch your back, CUBO.

What if it was a mistake talking?

What if she's never able to see me the same way again?

Is it her you're really concerned about?

Seriously, how are you even here with me right now?

I'm here to help with the moment after this little fit passes.

You shouldn't put up with me.

You know what I was planning to do to Jasmine.

- Mmm. - How close I was.

I forgave you for what you did as that motherfucker's instrument a long time ago.

Hey. But hear me, Eva.

None of it matters if you won't forgive yourself.

Check this out.

I had an associate hack into it.

Get what you pay for with these gas station throwaways.

What am I looking at?

You're looking at the call log.

You see right there? Ochoa, he placed a call as soon as the place was raided.

He must've been warning someone or-or calling for help.

I haven't been able to identify who yet.

That phone number looks familiar.

There it is. Finney's private cell.

Ochoa called Finney after the mixer was raided.

Well, that's the whole game, isn't it?

Sure.

Let us know we're on the right path, but…

This wasn't exactly collected legally, right?

But…

if our theory is right,

Ochoa is a john at the mixers that Andrew Finney organizes,

Sun is the muscle who inks the girls,

and these are the pimps.

But is this the whole ring?

I don't know.

But these cases need to move forward, Poppy.

We have to be careful, though.

If Sun is scared to talk…

…the players must be heavy hitters.

I don't give a fuck, Pop. All right?

Finney. Ochoa. They have to pay.

I mean, that's all I've got.

Are you okay, Markus?

I haven't seen you like this in a while.

Am I okay?

Well, uh,

my daughter, she hasn't slept through the night

ever since she was kidnapped and sex trafficked.

Not that she would allow me to comfort her.

But you know who she does wanna get a hug from?

The boy who set her up to be raped.

So, no, Poppy, I'm not okay.

I'm sorry.

I can't believe Sun was doing this right under my nose.

It's not your fault. But Eva was right.

Ochoa leads back to Finney.

We have to stop him, Aames.

Well, I am trying to find something in Sun's financial records.

But so far, every road dead-ends at Questeur.

He was using the app?

Daily.

Transactions incoming and outgoing.

I can't believe I'm up against this shit again.

How so?

I got proof that Emily Mills's stepdad made contact

with a guy we believe is his dealer.

My working theory is that Peter owes money to this guy.

- And he used his daughter as collateral. - Yeah.

We need to find the dealer, but Questeur is stymieing me.

Mmm. You're so close, but… …why do you sound so defeated?

Fostokowski's got us working overtime on this case.

And, uh, in the meantime,

I find out after the fact that...

That Max walked for the first time.

Mm-hmm. You're a great father.

Don't be so hard on yourself.

Well, look, I… …may have an angle on how to pierce Questeur.

I just... Ooh, I really don't wanna use it.

Well, it's a good thing you like me so much.

Oh, you're okay.

What's the good word, Pop?

I'll let you know when I hear it.

- Hey, Daddy. - Hey.

Case got you busy, Popsicle?

Well… …that's, uh…

That's actually why I'm here.

I was hoping that you would facilitate a meeting for me with Lee Hackman.

I need to access some private Questeur accounts.

- He won't like that. - So, you won't even try?

Whoa. Where's that bass coming from?

When Aames arrested Detective Sun,

he found some information on you Sun was preparing to leak.

About your arrest.

After Mom died.

Keep trying to paint me as some kind of monster.

I just...

I never spared a thought for the actual victim in that fight.

A man you nearly beat to death.

Look, after your mother passed, Alexander came calling.

He wanted custody.

- He wanted me? - He had no right.

- To at least meet me? Why not? - Because I'm your father.

I could've stayed with him when you went away

- instead of being abused by Miss Shirley. - I made a holy pact with Elinor

on her deathbed to never let that man into your life.

- Why? - I didn't ask.

I didn't need to. Her word was enough.

- So y-you just... you just turned him away? - He said he wouldn't leave without you.

- Shit got heated. I did what I had to do. - You could've killed my father, Daddy.

I was protecting you.

Protecting me? Protecting me from what?

Leona thinks Alexander's great.

You spoke to her? Before me?

Don't worry.

I didn't tell her anything.

I guess that's something I learned from you.

Just set the meeting with Hackman, please.

Okay. So, did Finney contain himself

to just trafficking women,

or was his operation into other things?

- Like? - Like drugs. Gambling.

I'm just looking for hard data

or anything with a paper trail that we can use to corroborate your story.

It's the truth, not a story.

That goes without saying, Eva.

Finney never stepped into the drug game. Too much risk.

Drugs you can only sell once.

Women, you can sell over and over, and over.

It's remarkable that you were able to stay clean.

Some of my girls weren't so lucky.

- Tuesday! Wake up! - Oh, my God.

Go get some water.

Nadia, call 911. Tell them she's overdosing.

All right.

Should we turn her on her side?

- Put the phone down. - Huh?

We cannot afford this scrutiny.

But… …I'm responsible for her.

Then you should've taken better care of her.

What do we do?

Uh, we have an emergency.

You protected her.

She didn't make it.

Finney slipped out, and they rounded us up like we were the criminals.

How did you get out?

Once they realized I was underage, they got in touch with my mom.

She came down to the station and bailed me out.

I hadn't seen her in weeks.

I'm sure she was relieved to see you.

I'm not sure if she wanted to hug me or smack me.

Then one of the officers started asking questions

about me being a minor in an apartment with drugs.

INS eventually took her into custody and deported her.

She was dead within the year.

I never got to say goodbye.

I'm so sorry.

It took me losing everything to realize the truth.

He never planned on helping me.

- Hey, Vince. - I'm so glad you called.

And that's why there's no proof of my time with Finney.

I had to leave it all behind so he wouldn't realize I was leaving.

Did he ever try to find you?

Vince set me up with his family in another county.

I changed my name, my look. Enrolled back in high school.

You moved forward.

It's fucked up.

Sometimes… I miss him.

All that manipulation just made me forget that he was my pimp…

not my boyfriend.

What happened to Nadia?

I haven't seen her since the day I walked out.

I don't even know her last name.

- But you tried to contact her? - No, I-I couldn't.

I mean, what if Finney used her to pull me back into the life?

But you brought that girl into the life.

You didn't care enough to help her get out of it?

I'm sorry. I-I-I'll strike that.

No. Leave it in.

I'm a coward.

And it would be a relief to stop pretending otherwise.

- I'll see you next week. - Okay, thanks.

Ugh.

Need a little bit of help there?

Oh. It happens every time.

Thank you… …uh…

Markus. Killebrew.

Sounds familiar. Have we met?

No, not exactly, Olivia.

My daughter, Trini, she was, uh,

rescued the night your husband Bill was arrested.

I have nothing to say to you.

Please, just-just list... just listen. You seem like a good person.

Okay? And…

…you can't possibly support what your husband did.

So, please help me find peace for my daughter.

You would want the same thing for your children.

My children would never end up as hookers.

Excuse me?

Your husband raped my daughter.

Please. He went to a party.

He didn't know anything

- about any underage girls. - Oh, my God.

- And he didn't sleep with anyone. - Open your goddamn eyes!

You're crazy.

You need to stay away from me and my family.

Okay, baby, come on.

Out of bed. Let's go.

- Not until you let me see Aubrey. - Oh, no.

I can't do that, baby. That boy hurt you.

Hurt people hurt people.

You have to move on, Trini.

Not wait around for people who don't deserve your love.

You mean like you did with Dad?

There is no comparison between your father and Aubrey.

Do you think I don't remember what he was like when he was drinking?

Before he left?

What about the time he threw a hammer through the wall

because the fire alarm wouldn't stop beeping?

You tried to play it off the next day like it was some joke,

but I remember you crying.

I'm sorry I didn't protect you from that better.

But that doesn't change my decision.

Your father has a disease,

a disease that he worked on for years before I took him back.

And in that time, I learned how to properly value myself,

separate and apart from any man.

You need to learn how to put yourself first right now.

So, why don't you tell me how you're gonna do that?

Maybe I could go for a run this afternoon outside?

- Really? - Yeah.

It's about time I start getting back into shape for crew.

I miss the water.

Of course.

All right.

- Text me as you go. Okay? - Yep, course.

Mmm. All right.

I can tell you're off the wagon.

- You tell Rina about it? - That's not my business.

I don't want her to see me like this, you know?

Nothing worse than where you are right now.

When you're in that place, you can't see no way out but destruction.

You know, Poppy told me about the tape you made

with Joshua.

How you handled Elinor's death.

You ever regret that shit?

I held a man's life in my hands and nearly snuffed it out.

I still feel the reverberations of my actions.

And I don't know if that means that I shouldn't have done it…

or I should've killed him when I had the chance.

Let me take you to a meeting.

No, there's one close by. I-I'll just walk there.

Markus, listen to me.

No matter how dark the shadows gets around you, you keep talking to me.

- All right? - All right.

Love you, brother.

I love you too.

Hey, Cooper. Thank you for meeting me.

Hey.

Hey, um…

Look, I-I'm-I'm sorry for what happened.

You know, I tried to help out that podcast lady and Principal Pierre, but…

…maybe I could've done more.

Do you still wanna help out?

What you need?

I wanna get a message to Aubrey.

So, you were a bottom?

The girls, where'd you find them?

Just girls I knew. Ones with bad home situations, kinda like mine.

Did Finney send you to particular recruiting spots?

I mean, what was his strategy?

Oh, I did that shit all on my own.

Damn it.

What happened to Nadia?

I haven't seen her since the day I walked out.

I don't even know her last name.

But you tried to contact her?

No, I-I couldn't.

What if Finney used her to pull me back into the life?

Damn it.

Damn it.

I can't use it.

They'll crucify her.

Thanks again for coming, Mr. Hackman.

Well, don't thank me yet.

I'm here as a favor to Shreve and I don't know what I can actually do to help you.

And… …privacy is one of the core tenets of my company.

W-What you're asking me to do, to... to violate, it's unprecedented.

Hmm. Maybe for Questeur.

But not Noveur, your first company.

Oh, now, there's a name I haven't heard in a while.

Yeah. You started it at Stanford, right?

The first company to be in the message board space.

I started it with my engineering school bursar money.

It was, uh, mostly X-Files recaps and local sports.

I was very cool.

Yeah, as I recall, a few of your female users were being harassed,

sent death threats.

They asked for protections, for restrictions against hate speech,

but the majority of your users voted against it.

They wanted to keep the status quo,

a mecca of unregulated privilege.

But you stood up for your most marginalized members.

I did.

But now, finish the story.

Noveur went under shortly thereafter.

But do you regret it?

Not for a minute.

Okay.

I'll do it, but you cannot breathe a word of this to anyone.

No one knows I'm here, not even my wife Sybil.

So if anything ever gets out,

I will have to deny ever having given you access.

- We understand. - Thank you, sir.

Yeah, well, thank her father.

Shreve's an extraordinary man.

It seems like you have his gift in you.

All right.

So, these are transactions.

So, for example,

this is a payment from Andrew Finney to… …Kevin Sun.

Look, there's... there's Trey. Roger Errons.

Payments from the arrested johns.

The transactions are the day before the mixer.

They were buying their way in.

We need to find a way to make this stick legally.

Okay, if they were buying their way in,

why is Finney paying Bill Ochoa?

There are payments to him going back months, maybe more.

Maybe Ochoa isn't just a john.

What if he's a part of the ring?

Well, doing what? I mean, wasn't he a-a VC or something?

Huh. Oh, uh, M-Mr. Hackman, there's-there's one more name.

A Marv Lanelle.

He may be connected to the Emily Mills case.

Okay. So, y-y-you're going to be receiving an anonymous message

containing a plain text doc of the unlocked accounts

of Finney… …and this Marv Lanelle guy.

But there'll be identifying features

so that you cannot trace it back to Questeur.

And remember, not a word.

- Not a word. - Thank you, sir.

Mm-hmm.

Thanks again for coming.

Oh… …you're very welcome.

And, uh, say hi to Shreve.

I will.

What?

I meant what I said about Emily Mills.

She deserves to be found.

Yeah, she does.

Marv Lanelle?

I got a warrant to search the apartment.

Get control of your dog or we're gonna tase it.

Gage, go.

Gage, go!

- All right, let's go. - Oh, hey...

Oh, Marv, what have we got here?

I had... There was a... You know?

- Fuck. - Farran!

Stop! Don't move!

- Get on the ground! - No, no.

Get on the ground!

Ow, ow, ow.

Shut up.

Cuff him.

Emily Mills?

Please help me. Please.

Please.

Please.

Please. Please help me. Please.

Please help me.

- Okay. It's okay. - Please help me. Please.

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