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Markus!

Is that goddamn door open? Huh?

Aames, go with him.

Hey!

Where'd that goddamn video of my daughter come from?

I'm not fucking around here!

Was it Trey? Answer me, goddamn it!

An angry daddy's a hot daddy.

-Was it him? -Markus. Hey.

Calm down.

What the hell was that?

I found a cache of porn videos inside.

One of them was Trini and her boyfriend.

Well, she's lucky the door was locked.

What can I do?

You can find that fucker Trey.

Because I need to know how the hell a pimp has a video of Trini.

There's no way she could've known that was happening.

She would never allow Aubrey to just record her like that.

Aames and I will track Trey down.

He has hundreds of files to answer for. And Drea's murder.

What about Rochelle?

Aames is taking her in.

Right now, all you need to worry about are Zarina and Trini.

A man's bike is like his wife.

You can look but keep your hands to yourself.

I meant no disrespect. I swear.

Ever since I heard that V-twin thump at the Get Out the Vote,

I have been looking for this gem.

Did you happen to catch Finney's face when you guys roared in?

Some men just can't appreciate auditory bliss.

-Lee. -Hackman.

You and Questeur are coming here to push us locals out.

Absolutely not. Our intention is to work with the neighborhood, Mr. Scoville.

Sounds like my Indian's not the only thing you know about.

You're an Oakland legend.

One I hope will let me visit this beauty again sometime.

Unless you'd consider selling it. In which case, name your price.

Well, even if hell freezes over, a man can't sell his wife.

I feel the same way about my custom BSA, '47 Indian and the 1919 PowerPlus.

Now, that is a bike I'd like to see.

You should stop by anytime.

My wife, Sybil, is on me nonstop about this mayoral race.

It'd be a relief to not talk politics for a while.

Okay.

Love you, Mama.

Dearest Elie, Looking down at you in my arms last night,

I couldn't tell where my skin ended and yours began.

I felt the same rush at Sweet's Jazz Club on the night we met.

I knew then, I wanted to be with you forever. I still want that.

I am counting the seconds until you are back in my bed with me.

Until I can love you again and again. All my love, Alexander.

Hey. Come in.

I have been desperate for an update on Trey. Did you find him?

Aames found his house.

Okay. So, did y'all arrest him?

He wasn't there.

One of his girls was. OPD has her in custody.

You think she killed Drea?

No, Trey is still our likeliest suspect.

Okay, well, did you at least find anything useful in his house?

Not so far.

But Aames is gonna try and get me in

to see if Trey's girl, Rochelle, will help us find him.

If only you knew someone who worked with teenage girls all day long.

I'm overstepping again, aren't I?

Aames and I are doing all we can.

Even Boisterous has their entire research team focused on Trey.

If there's anything you can do, I'll let you know.

Now, you know your father and I love you, right?

Your father saw a video last night of you and Aubrey having sex.

Now, we'll circle back to the sex part.

But first, baby, did you know you were being recorded?

Did you know you were being recorded?

No.

Did Aubrey introduce you to anyone named Rochelle or Trey?

-Why? -'Cause they had the goddamn video.

Who else has seen it?

That's what you're worried about? That boy recorded you having sex!

No, Aubrey would never do anything to hurt me.

You two are done. That's it. It's over.

He loves me.

-Sweetheart. -What the hell you know about love?

-Markus. -No!

No.

You're smarter than this, Trini.

And we raised you a hell of a lot better than that!

I don't even know who you are anymore!

-Baby! Come on. -Hey! Come back here!

Hey, hey.

-We need answers. -And you need to cool down, all right?

Let her get through the shock of this.

She is heart over head, just like me. Remember what the therapist says.

Yeah, some gotta feel before they fix. Right. But that ain't me.

We got about ten, 15 minutes before someone sounds the alarm

on your presence.

So, how do you want to play it? Good cop, nosy podcaster?

I think I should talk to her alone.

Yeah. My hunch is that she hasn't had the best experience with men,

so I can connect with her woman-to-woman.

So when she tried to take your head off, that was connecting?

I have interviewed white supremacists, cultists,

men who've killed their cats just because they could.

I will be fine.

All right.

-All right. Let's go. -Thanks.

This way.

In here.

Damn.

You must be dying for a bite of Rochelle.

But, girl, you can't afford me.

And what about Drea Spivey?

How much was Trey selling her for?

Okay.

Let's start smaller.

How does Trey know Trini and Aubrey?

They both appeared in one of the videos we found at Trey's.

I don't gotta talk to you.

The boys ain't got shit on me. They just holding me here 'cause they can.

Rochelle. You are in over your head.

But I can help you.

I can get you into subsidized housing, a job-training program.

You can leave prostitution behind.

Be safe from Trey.

Bitch, I'm safe with Trey.

You sure?

'Cause if he did kill Drea,

what's to stop him from doing the same thing to you?

Please.

Trey and I got a good thing.

You don't understand, 'cause clearly you ain't never had it.

No rock on your finger, no spark in your eye.

You don't understand love.

You can see all that, but you can't see through Trey.

Well, I hope his love is enough to keep you safe from this place.

Or maybe he'll just leave you in here to rot.

Bye, Mama.

There she is.

Daughter number one.

-Hey, Daddy. -Hey.

What's going on?

Just sitting here thinking.

Did you and Mama ever go through a--

I don't know, a rough patch?

Of course, we did.

Every couple does. We got over it.

What's this about?

You thinking about Ingram?

No.

But tell me about Finney.

Lillian said it didn't go well with him.

The man's running for office. Comes with the territory.

Do you think he's a threat?

He knows some people who could be. You should be careful.

I know.

Right on time.

-Daddy, you remember Principal Pierre? -Yeah. Hey.

-How are you, sir? -All right.

I've got some of my guys watching over your school.

I appreciate that.

Our superintendent thinks that Drea's murder is nothing to worry about.

And it won't cause more problems with Finney?

The Capstones ain't going anywhere.

The sooner he gets that through his skull, the better.

-I'll talk to you later. -Thanks.

Thank you, Daddy.

So how'd it go with Rochelle?

She'd rather rot in jail than hurt Trey.

I know trafficking victims require a specialized approach,

but I never expected her to actually think she was in love with her pimp.

I need to regroup. Try a different approach.

I don't know why I hadn't thought of this sooner.

I have a close friend who's a social worker.

I bet she knows somebody who specializes in the field.

I'll reach out to her.

Thank you.

Brought you some chai.

Thank you.

You really love him, don't you?

And you think that he--

I know.

I know Aubrey loves me.

Now, the decision to have sex…

is yours.

Was yours.

I'm just sorry you didn't feel like you could come to me.

I just didn't know what to say.

You could've said that.

But, honey, we have to figure out a way to talk to each other, okay?

Good.

You know how much I love you.

I know.

Your dad loves you too.

Okay.

Will you enlighten us about how victims view their pimps?

Traffickers. That term should really replace pimp.

They aim to be their victim's world.

They'll spend weeks, months,

even years figuring out what their victims need and want most.

Fancy clothes, drugs, makeup, acceptance, attention.

And then they give it to them?

Yes.

Eventually, most victims get so dependent on their trafficker for those needs,

they believe it's love.

Rochelle definitely believes it.

Could Drea have believed it too?

Possibly.

It happens so often, we have a term for it.

-Trauma bond. -How do you break trauma bonds?

I'm sorry. Doing it again.

No. I was wondering the same thing.

Until that bond is broken,

Rochelle will never turn on Trey, will she?

Unfortunately, no. And severing that bond isn't easy.

Many of these victims don't even know what a healthy relationship looks like.

So I try to model one from the beginning.

It starts with trust.

I'd imagine building trust requires a connection.

Say someone felt that with a trafficked girl.

How would you advise approaching her?

The first thing to consider is where they are,

how they are, and meet them there.

I do all I can to make victims feel safe.

They're in enough danger as it is.

I stay warm, open.

I don't insult what they're doing or their traffickers.

No one wants to feel judged.

-You Drea's friend? -Yeah.

And I think you are too.

Hopefully one conversation leads to another, and then another.

You just have to have the patience to hang in there.

Heard you were in here with a working girl.

Something about a small-time pimp?

And a suspected murderer.

Uh-huh.

Emily Mills comes first.

So you're looking into a business associate of Peter Reynolds,

Emily's stepdad?

Joana said that Victor and Peter stopped speaking

after the business went under.

-Sounds kinda thin. -Well, that's the best lead I got,

and the guy's dodging my calls,

so I'm headed to his store later.

Have fun chasing your windmill.

Hi, Mom.

If you're looking for a code name, honey, keep looking.

I love my mom. Everyone does.

Well, son,

neither the Capstones nor Boisterous have found anything on Trey.

Well, Trey is smarter than we thought.

All the videos have their EXIF data stripped out.

It's gonna take forever to trace 'em.

Well, I may have a lead on finding Trey here,

but it's based more on hope than anything else.

-Windmills everywhere. -What?

Nothing. Good luck.

Damn it.

-Still no word from the Siddons? -Nothing. I even tried his office.

And that was Poppy who just texted me. Nothing solid on Trey or that video.

Well, I guess everyone's doing their best.

And what's that supposed to mean? I'm not doing enough?

Did you hear me say that?

No.

Here I was hoping you'd finally be ready to apologize to Trini.

-Excuse me? -She thinks that you hate her.

-What? -That. You are so angry.

Angry?

Rina, you don't know the half.

All I see is fucking red.

How did our little girl get caught up in a sex tape with some wannabe Ray J?

And on top of that, this murderous pimp gets to see my baby,

my little girl.

Who knows how many times? And he's still out there.

And what am I doing? I'm here.

Making calls, leaving voice mails.

And how's that gonna make up for the fact that I let that little scumbag

-in our house? -No, we both did that.

I should've known better.

All right. Let's put that fire to work. Go see Aubrey.

Make sure he didn't share that video with anyone else.

You sure?

Take Aames. He'll keep you straight.

Get Aubrey and his parents talking.

When you get back…

I'll talk to Trini.

Yeah. All right.

I'm looking into Emily Mills's disappearance.

Sad about Pete's kid.

So you and Peter were business partners?

That's a strong word.

Pete came up with the company name. I did everything else.

Which meant I had to work through my dad's cancer,

my divorce, my sister's funeral.

Not that Peter ever noticed or cared.

Do you blame Peter for the bankruptcy?

Nah. We both knew going into tech would be a gamble,

unlike this place.

People always have hideous art they pretend to be proud of.

What were your interactions like with Emily?

What interactions?

I've learned more about her from CNN and The Mercury News, man.

And what about Peter and Joana?

-You keep in touch with them? -No.

But hey, send 'em my way if their frames ever need an upgrade.

Tell me you fix DIY jobs.

Thanks for your time.

Hey, Markus. How you holding up?

I got your message.

I thought it'd be a little safer here.

Look, I'm gonna be honest with you.

I am a family friend of Drea's,

but I'm also a journalist looking for the person who killed her.

I recognized you at the diner.

And I knew from jump you cared about Drea. Rochelle taught me how to read people.

You're good at it.

How's her mom?

Drea talked about her nonstop.

The good and the bad.

She's doing the best she can.

Still sober?

That's what's up.

I go by Coco, but my real name is Devon.

Devon? That's a pretty name.

Trey says it sounds like a white girl's name.

Trey, my boyfriend.

Your--

You been together long?

A minute.

Obviously, he wishes he could hang out with me more,

but he's with his main most of the time.

His main?

Rochelle.

The main girl. His bottom bitch.

That's why things were so much better at Shit Camp. No Rochelle.

Shit Camp sounds interesting.

We called it that 'cause of the smell.

Trey and I used to joke about it. That's where me and him met.

At this farm camp for underprivileged kids with some dumbass name I don't remember.

My grandma didn't wanna deal with me, so she shipped me there one summer.

They thought shoveling manure would make us feel less poor or something.

Like you don't have enough mess to deal with in the city.

Right.

No way! Fusion Grill's here?

You really gonna treat me, no cap?

If that means "no lie," then no cap.

Hey, Mr. Killebrew.

What the hell were you thinking, huh? Recording my daughter?

-What are you talking about? -Don't fuck with me!

Hey. Easy. Just tell us who you showed the tapes to.

-Who the hell are you? -Aubrey, what's going on?

Mr. and Mrs. Siddons, I'm Detective Aames.

-Is Trini all right, Markus? -No, she's not all right,

which you both would know if you'd pick up the goddamn phone.

-We work. -Yeah? Well, you know what your son did?

He made a sex video of himself with my daughter.

Son, is there any truth to this?

-Aubrey! -It was just for me. A stupid guy thing.

-I love Trini. -Who else did you show this video to?

-Nobody! -That's bullshit!

-All right, easy. Come on. -Hold on!

I found it in a pimp's house.

-My son doesn't know any pimps. -Really?

You don't know a pimp?

-You don't know someone named Trey? -No.

Dangerous. Rap sheet longer than my arm.

-I don't know any Treys or criminals. -Maybe Aubrey's phone was hacked.

-It happens all the time. -Are you serious right now?

-I think you need to go, Markus. -Easy. All right. Come on.

Come on. Let's go.

-This ain't over. -We'll be in touch.

Thank you. Let's go. Come on.

-It's all right. -Fuck.

Hey, you might consider going a little easier--

What? With what that little shit just pulled?

-Hey, I'm not defending the kid. Okay? -Fuck!

Hey.

Trust me, I lose sleep obsessing over

how I can make sure my son doesn't pull a move like that.

But we still need to find out how that tape ended up at Trey's, right?

Yeah. Right. All right, I got you.

This is a fucking nightmare.

All right.

Stay strong. Almost there.

Five, four, three, two-- Come on.

And one.

All right, now. Take a breather.

All right. Slowly up.

One more round to go, I know you can do it.

Okay, the body achieves what the mind believes.

Believe in yourself. I do.

Okay. One more deep breath.

I get it. I know you wanna quit, but you got it.

Come on, now. Let's take a nice breath.

All right, let's jump back in now.

You can jump back in for five or ten if you can for the final stretch

but break it off.

Start pumping those legs. Come on, now.

Get out of your comfort zone.

-Oh, my God. So sorry. -No, that was me.

-Wait, aren't you the counselor here? -Thank you.

I am, but I also help out with the tennis team. I played at UCLA.

A Renaissance man.

I wouldn't go that far.

-You looking for Eva? -Yeah. Is she still in the PTA meeting?

That's tomorrow night.

Well, she certainly seems to burn the candle at both ends.

Your boss is a hard one to pin down.

Eva and I have been friends for a long time.

Most people make the mistake of assuming that they know her.

I do my best to avoid assumptions.

More of the world should learn from your example.

I mean, if they did, people might truly get to know each other.

You think so?

I mean, do we ever really get to know someone?

Good question.

I'd say only if you're really open to hearing their truth.

Gotta go.

Where did you find these?

They were tucked behind a picture of Mama

that I found in one of the boxes Leona brought.

Who is Alexander?

Alexander Troy was someone your mother was with before we met.

-What happened? -She said it didn't work out.

She met a better man.

One of the letters is dated after you were married.

Four years, three months and two days after our vows, she went back to him.

You and Desiree stayed with me. You don't remember.

I figured out how to comb hair with one hand

and change a diaper with the other.

-It only lasted a few months and then-- -She left us. She left you.

But she came back.

That's what matters. She came back.

How could you just take her back?

How could I not?

You and I both know the danger of letting one mistake define you.

She asked for my forgiveness, and I gave it,

because I loved her, and she loved me.

And we hung onto that.

She wanted to forget about him and so did I.

We kept looking forward to get back to us.

We had Cydie, and we redefined our family,

our life.

Is he my biological father?

Yes.

Why didn't anyone tell me?

It was Elinor's to tell.

I took her lead.

You gotta understand, sweetheart, this was a different time.

She had so much shame.

Being pregnant, unwed, a good church girl.

I didn't care about any of that.

I didn't care about anything but loving her and then loving you.

That's all I wanted.

It was true then and it's true now. You are my daughter.

And I love you.

I love you too, Daddy.

Thanks for coming over.

Sorry I'm late.

Had to approve a press release.

All right, look, I have a confession to make.

Wait, what-- This isn't real?

California sparkling wine. What?

I knew who you were the second that we met.

I recognized you from the Get Out the Vote at your high school.

I didn't see you.

Well, I was putting out fires somewhere else, but my office took photos.

They photograph all of the boss's events.

So you're in politics.

I know that can kind of be a hot button.

Depends on what side you're on.

Fourth generation Democrat.

I work for Andrew Finney. He's running for mayor.

Yeah, definitely saw him at the rally.

There you go.

Seemed a little out of his depth.

Like he was playing at being a politician.

Well, he's gonna win.

I wouldn't work for him if I didn't believe that.

And what exactly do you do?

I'm a deputy campaign manager,

so I do a bit of anything.

I've been working to secure this big endorsement and--

-The press release. -Uh-huh.

Today it finally came through.

Congratulations.

Cheers.

Lemon or lime for the seltzer?

Give me a shot of Irish.

Coming right up.

I know that look.

Hey.

That's a man ready to kill for his family.

You remember when you first rolled up to my house,

honking your horn thinking Poppy was supposed to run right out?

Man, I wanted to smack you into another time zone.

You better thank Lillian for keeping you alive.

You don't cross a man's daughter.

I understand that now.

You know, back in the day

when Zarina first told me that she was pregnant with Trini,

a little girl, shit, I was scared as hell.

But then, I thought about you…

and how you are with your girls.

You remember when Trini was, what, five, six?

You would bring her in here for daddy-daughter dates.

You'd set her in the booth with that doll…

-Yeah. Addy. -Addy.

You'd order two Shirley Temples.

-One for her and one for the doll. -And one for the doll.

Easier times, right?

Fatherhood's a marathon, not a sprint, son.

We both got daughters better than any father deserves.

All we can do is try and be worthy of them.

I appreciate you.

Trouble?

Cops been tailing Tupelo and Hugs.

That's Fruitvale and Maxwell Park.

That's Finney flexing, thinking he already won.

Want me to bring our boys in?

Like hell, we double down. Put every Capstone on patrol.

Tell Tupelo I'll meet him.

Yes, sir.

Good morning, Oakland. Our top stories today:

It's been 13 days since Oakland teen, Emily Mills, went missing,

and investigators still have very few answers.

A straight-A student a--

What the hell, Eva?

You told them real milk.

I knew this was gonna happen.

All this is getting to you.

That girl out there, doing the walk of shame.

It's not what you think.

She invited me to Finney's fundraiser.

I got a plan.

Well, don't I feel better.

What about you showing up to that no-tell motel?

Cruising the blade. Look, you can't keep going like this.

I got it under control.

I got it under control.

Fine.

Fine.

Then what about me?

Look, I can't be the only person that you trust.

How many times are you gonna want me to put you back together all by myself?

You said you wanna work with Poppy.

Work with her.

Let her in.

Or get the hell out, before it's too late.

Please.

I've been up all night thinking how Drea's life changed in an instant.

Did one choice lead her into trafficking?

One person?

How can a single relationship have that power?

What one person sees as an act of abuse and betrayal,

-another views as love, friendship. -Hey, baby. What's up?

-Hey. -Hey.

Good, how are you doing?

Who's right?

Recently, I spoke with women who professed their love

for someone I deem abusive and manipulative.

Another person I know was deeply wounded by someone they loved,

yet they chose forgiveness, sacrifice and commitment.

If I'm being honest, I struggle to understand their choices,

but what gives me the right to judge?

Poppy, I have something to tell you.

Secrets are a currency I am overly familiar with.

Now I think it's doing me more harm than good.

I haven't thought about any of this stuff in years.

Not until…

Drea.

And it's like I'm right back to being 15 years old.

I'm those girls on the blade.

Ankles aching, trapped in a motel not knowing who's gonna come in next.

Feeling so dirty and…

used.

So ashamed.

All because of him.

He was a law student at Stanford.

He said he could help my mom get her green card.

You know, but there was always some… hiccup or delay.

Until he scored an in with a court clerk.

He said if I-- You know, I just spent some time with this guy,

my mom's paperwork would just move up the chain.

But I didn't want to.

I didn't.

But I had to do what I had to do.

Well, and then he said that, that clerk, you know, he…

transferred departments, but he had a new contact for me.

And one more guy just turned into one more and…

favors turned to threats.

And what could I do?

I mean, he knew everything about my mom.

And the whole time--

Whole time, I'm so sure that he loves me.

How did he do that?

How did he do that?

Part of me is sitting here right now…

wondering if I still love him.

Yeah.

None of this is your fault.

None of it.

You are doing a lot of good in this world.

Well, I wanna do more.

I need to do more.

Well,

you know anything about summer camps for disadvantaged kids?

I do.

I do.

Are you here to sell me that 741?

Not today.

I'm guessing you didn't come all the way out here to Palo Alto

just to talk torque and cogs.

Your endorsement handed Andrew Finney an unbeatable lead.

That's a problem for me and you.

I don't follow.

You want to bring Questeur into my neighborhood.

A place where the Capstones have been watching over for decades.

Finney wants to stop us cold.

So, if Finney stops you, you'll stop my Questeur campus?

Capstones can be a potent enemy.

You saw what we did at Get Out The Vote.

That could be us at every community hearing,

every planning meeting.

We can also be a powerful friend, if you tell Finney to back off.

I could tell him at his next fundraiser.

Why don't you join me?

Yep, I checked every piece of security footage.

Walked the whole camp.

No one else besides me has been up here in days.

Now, which camper do you think came up here?

James Benjamin III.

Goes by Trey.

Oh, Jimmy. He wasn't a student.

He was a counselor.

Had a real gift for bonding with the kids.

One sec, I think I have something.

Our pimp was a camp counselor.

A master of deception.

He conned Rochelle, Devon and Drea. All smart girls.

Man, Jimmy.

Miss that guy.

It's too bad we had to fire him for knocking out the activities director.

Jimmy's temper always got the better of him.

There we go.

You know, that asshole lied to me?

Aubrey looked me dead in my face and told me that he never met Trey.

Apparently, Aubrey volunteered as a junior counselor.

-Trey took him under his wing. -Yeah, I bet he did.

Aubrey is friends with a pimp?

Trini needs to hear this. Her boyfriend's a shady piece of shit.

Hey!