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[foghorn blares]

[buoy bell clangs]

Son of a bitch.

Finish the goddamn game.

Hey, Al.

Who the hell are you?

It doesn't matter.
I'm here to collect.

For who?

I don't know you.

The people
you been ducking all week, okay?

You owe 5 grand.

Yeah. Let's go.

[scoffs]

I can pay, man.
I can pay. I can pay.

I can pay, man! We just
got to go to the office!

[whimpers]

[groans]

[breathing heavily]

[gun cocks]

[panting]

Jesus Christ, man.
I'm trying, okay?

You busted my hand.
It's not easy.

I'm not rushing you,
idiot.

Just making sure
you don't got a gun in the safe.

I don't have
a goddamn gun.

[breathing heavily]

Nice and easy.

[groaning]

I'm not gonna have
a job now.

But I guess that's not
your problem, is it?

[foghorn blares]

[buoy bell clanging]

[sighs]

That was quick.

He dipped into
company funds.

And you're persuasive.

I'm done.

I'm not doing this
anymore.

You still got a bill
with The Union.

Unless you're ready
to pay,

you need to be
on the work program.

Then I will get the money
and I will pay,

but I am done
cracking heads.

We're well way past the point
of installments, Junior.

You need to come up with a plan
for the full boat.

I said I will pay.

There'll be consequences
if you don't.

Never hurt
a man in blue, right?

Isn't that
your number-one rule?

Pay your debt in a week,
or you'll learn

all about The Union rules
and how they get enforced.

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[Latin music plays]

Welcome home.

Anything to declare?

Uh, nothing to declare.
Thank you.

[clears throat]

_

Sir, could you please
pull into the examination lane?

[exhales sharply]
I'm just grabbing my badge.

I'm a cop.

Sir, I need you to pull into
the examination area.

[police radio chatter]

MAN: Put it in park.

Sit down.

TERRY:
Easy, fellas. Easy.

- [sighs]
- [door closes]

You okay?

[chuckles softly]

So, what... why...
why did you run, Navarro?

I didn't run.

I took my brother
across the border.

Cristobal?

The hell
were you thinking?

He's a parolee, man.

You can't take him
out of the country.

It's a felony.

Better than
a bullet in his head.

He got jammed up
by the Nazi Brotherhood

at Pelican Bay.

They put out a contract.

Yeah, we know.
They had information on your whole family.

Mm-hmm.

There was this deputy

that brings in heroin
for the Nazi Brotherhood.

Cris turned the deputy
to his gang... Southies.

Cut off the Nazis'
main source of revenue.

This whole thing
is about a drug deal?

The whites are making
9, 10 grand an ounce

dealing heroin
from the inside.

They want to make sure
it doesn't happen again.

Wait. Wait. Wait.
So, your brother's on parole.

He's got a contract
on his head,

so you take him to Mexico
so that the...

the Nazi Brotherhood
can't touch him.

Only thing I could do for him...
put him with my parents,

law or no law.

What about
the rest of your family?

One step at a time.

They're coming for Cristobal
first.

We need to get them
protection.

Yeah. We will.

So, you know
that Kaleb sold out your family

to the Nazi Brotherhood?

I think you know I do.

And where were you
the night Kaleb was killed?

[scoffs]

That's what
this is about?

Navarro, no one
can get an alibi for you.

I was
with Walt's mother...

helping her
for the funeral.

She'll tell you.

All right?

So, if I call her
right now...?

Yeah. Call her.

[exhales sharply,
laughs]

- [door opens]
- Whew!

- [door closes]
- Are you guys serious?

You been walking around
thinking I did this?

Come on.

Terry...

you know
I'm not a killer.

I don't know.

Kaleb's dead.

You ran.

And it's family.

And when I found out what Kaleb
did, I wanted him dead.

Truth!

But I can't
snatch a life, bro.

I'm not built like that.

Hey, Dustin.

[cell door closes]

Where's Jamie?

Oh.

Neck-deep
in Maker family research.

She must be bored.

Yeah, I don't think
she ever gets bored.

So, in the meanwhile,
I thought you might be able

to help me
with discovery.

What's discovery?

Oh,
it's all the evidence

from the crime scene
and police investigation

that the prosecution is
going to withhold from us

until the last
possible second.

If you can fill in
some of the answers here,

we can be
much better prepared.

Okay, why don't we
start with...

how'd you get
the flash bombs?

I didn't.

Did Alfie?

Did Alfie what?

Get the flash bombs.

I know
that they were traced back

to the military base
in Modesto.

How did you gain access?

Alfie's mom does administrative
work for the base.

She sometimes
works from home,

even though
she's not supposed to.

She wanted
to keep an eye on him.

So, what,
you accessed her computer?

Yep.

I created a shipment
to a P.O. box that Alfie rented.

And how'd you get
the rest of the weapons?

The AR15s...
80% receivers.

80% receiver?

80% completed.

They don't fire.

Officially,
they're not real guns.

So it's legal
to sell them to anyone.

We got ours online.

[chuckles]

Then we had them milled out
to make them fully automatic.

Okay. And who did
the milling work for you?

Santa Claus.

[groans]

Look at me.

I said look at me!

[groans]

Look! Look at me!

Look at me.

Look. Look at me.

This...

this is for Tenea.

[rapid gunfire]

[J Dash's "Down, Down, Down"
plays]

♪ Okay, okay, okay

♪ I spent $500 on a quartet

♪ 458 with the paint wet

♪ Click, no filter,
tag with a blank check ♪

♪ Throwing money in the sky,
baby, rain check ♪

♪ J Dash kill,
it's a cold case ♪

♪ I ain't getting money,
that's a bold face ♪

[engine shuts off]

[car door closes]

You lost?

I don't think so.

Are you Beau?

I want to know
who's asking.

Jamie Nelson.
I'm your nephew's attorney.

The media follow you?
I don't want the media up here.

Nobody followed me.

Well, I don't know
why you came.

I haven't seen Dustin
for six years.

I don't know the kid.

He used to spend summers
with you, right?

Years ago.

He obviously went nuts
somewhere along the way.

They want to
put him to death, right?

[door opens]

Yes, they do.

[door closes]

Lethal injection,
or is it gas chamber still?

Lethal injection.

To save Dustin, I need
to understand his whole life,

not just
what he did on that bus.

That's why
I want to talk to you.

His mom said
you two used to be close.

Hey, Dad.
I'm going to Sienna's.

Try again.

May I go to Sienna's?

Back by 10:00,
with your homework done.

Dustin would come here
for a few weeks.

I'd put him to work
with my boys...

mowing lawns, cleaning the shop,
stuff like that.

[sniffs]

Then I'd take him fishing
and hunting once in a while.

[chuckles]
Sounds like fun.

Wow.

Look at all this.

Did you teach Dustin
how to work with these tools?

Here and there.

Always supervised, right?

- Of course.
- Yeah.

This looks like
pretty dangerous stuff.

What about
when he broke his arm?

You talking about
when he was a little boy?

Yeah.

This is where it happened,
right?

He was screwing around
with the lathe.

His shirt got caught.

So he wasn't supervised.

You just let the kids
play around in here?

No.

But kids do dumb shit
all the time.

I think
it's time for you to go.

Did you ever
discipline Dustin...

physically?

You're on my property,
and I don't like your questions.

[breathing shakily]

Are you gonna
hurt me now?

Not if you leave.

["Snake River Blues" plays]

♪ Well, I know I'm a sinner

♪ But heaven knows
you ain't no angel ♪

♪ Unh-unh

♪ And this here revelation

♪ Gets more salacious
by the hour ♪

♪ Unh-unh

♪ It's true
I've made mistakes ♪

[car alarm activates]

♪ Please don't hang me
with them snake river blues ♪

[indistinct conversations]

[chuckles]

Can I help you?

You can
get the hell out of here,

or you can wait
for the police.

Excuse me?

You're drinking
with a 15-year-old.

Where's this go next?

We're just friends.

- I'm 21. I...
- So, you have daddy issues,

and you're gonna have
sex-offender status

if you get
anywhere near her again.

I'm not bluffing.

You had no right
to do that.

I had an obligation.

He been your boyfriend
for long?

It's none
of your business.

Who the hell are you,
anyway?

I'm Dustin Maker's lawyer.

Whatever.

I don't
have to talk to you.

Would you rather
talk to your dad?

We can go see him
right now.

You're scared
of him getting angry.

Would he hurt you
if he found out about this?

No.

Have you ever seen him
hurt anybody... like Dustin?

Has he ever been violent
with him?

Why are you trying to get me
to say bad stuff about my dad?

So you can say everything
Dustin did was his fault?

I just want you
to tell me the truth.

You're not
gonna get in trouble.

Boys can get wild.

My dad
would discipline him.

My brothers, too.

But not you.

And yet...

you don't seem like
you're a very happy girl.

You seem like you're trying
really hard to escape.

That doesn't mean
my dad hurt me.

The only one who ever hit me
was Dustin.

[police radio chatter,
indistinct conversations]

[jackhammer pounding]

MAN: Put that back
about 10 feet.

Dump job, huh?

Drive-by. Fell in the hole.

Shooters were fairly liberal
with the application.

There's a couple dozen bullets
in each of them.

So they were
making a statement.

HILDY: What do you got?

Witnesses saw
multiple shooters.

Took off in a small S.U.V.
afterward.

Nobody got the plate.

Where are they now?

TERRY: Ah.

[chuckles]

Thanks.

I'll be back.

Yeah.

Fellas.

They yours?

Yeah.

They Potrero.

Y'all see anything?

Nah.

Did you?

You, B?

Mnh-mnh.

So, y'all just rolled up,
huh?

Just like you.

Just try to make sure
y'all don't lose the bodies,

like you did with Jalil.

Well, there's more metal
in those bodies than blood.

So whoever's
coming for y'all...

they're coming hard.

Watch your backs.

Yeah, you too.

[sighs]

Amelia fell asleep
in the middle of the book.

Demasiado lindo.

[sighs]

I'm back.

I'm not leaving again.

How long
do you see us staying here?

I'm trying
to figure it out, baby.

Just give me
a little time.

For now,
at least we're safe.

Why?

'Cause we got
a bunch of matones

protecting us from the Nazis
or whoever?

I can't let the kids
play out there, Edgar.

Come on.
It's not that bad.

It's a crappy neighborhood.
It's scary.

I'm doing the best I can,
Marciella.

[sighs]

I know you are, baby.

You're taking care of us.

And you took care
of Cristobal.

And I know
none of it is your fault.

But this...

[voice breaking]
is not what I signed up for.

Marciella, por favor...

I got a voice in my head
that wonders

if you're gonna
make it home alive every day.

[sighs] Come on.

I've learned to live with it
'cause I'm a cop's wife.

But I won't live in fear
for my children, Edgar.

[sighs]

I can't.

I'll take them away
before I do that.

Oh, don't say that.

Please don't say that.

I'll figure something out,
okay?

Hey, Commander Criolla.

Veracruz.

I left you a message.
Two, actually.

Well, you got me now.
What's up?

I think you got a problem
with your source...

that tip you gave me.

What, the grow-house hit?
Didn't that pan out?

There was
no grow-house hit.

It was a meet
at a Chinese restaurant.

A meet with who?

Suger Cascade
and whoever was in there.

And the owner of the Chinese
restaurant is Andy Chan,

so you do the math.

Well, that's not nothing.
What's the problem?

The problem is the mix-up,
all right?

There's no mistaking
The Yellow Dragon and a grow house.

I checked
the electrical-company readings,

and there's nothing
unusual there.

And you heard
about the shootings

in Potrero Heights
and Chinatown, right?

Yeah. Yeah, I heard.

So, why was I sent
to a meet

between two gangs
that are potentially at war?

Because somewhere along the
line, the intel got compromised.

It happens.

I'm just saying I'd like to know
what I'm walking into.

Oh. We all would,
but it's not a game of perfect.

You need to learn
how to deal with it.

I'm sorry
we didn't do this earlier.

It took me a while
to realize

my mom wasn't gonna
come get Kaleb's stuff.

Yeah. Yeah.

Makes it more real.

He made this
when he was 12.

He wouldn't
let me near it.

I know you can't give me
a straight answer, but...

do you have any idea
who the killer might have been?

We're working
on a few leads.

Uh,
anything else come to mind

that you might've forgotten
last time we spoke?

No?

[exhales sharply]

A staged suicide.

- The whole thing is just insane.
- I know.

And I know what you all think,
but I still don't believe

that Kaleb killed Walt
in the first place.

I know.

I mean, they were close...
not just partners.

We all had dinner
a month ago,

and they were talking about
their fantasy-football leagues

and working together
for The Union.

The Union?

Fraternal Order
of the Police?

I guess.

They just called it
"The Union."

[elevator bell dings]

All right.

Take care of yourself.

MOLK: I'm just saying,
as your partner,

if you want me
to cover for you...

Molk! Do me a favor...
just stop talking.

[sighs]

Hey.

Just got off the phone
with the U.S. Attorney's Office,

Southern District.

Charges are
officially dropped.

[sighs]

Thank you, Lieutenant.

I've got unmarked units
taking shifts at the house.

Your family holding up?

Good.

How you doing?

[chuckles]

All right.

Just make sure you keep
this family posted, all right?

Yes, sir.

Good.

Hey. We get anything
from the sister?

Uh, no, not really.

[sighs]

All right, then I'm handing
Kaleb's murder over

to one of the Cold-Case guys...
for now.

- Okay.
- Are you okay with that?

Yeah. Yeah.
Leads are dry, so...

I want
to normalize this room,

stick to cases
outside the building, all right?

The two vics in the ditch,
the Chinatown hit.

Get us back on track.

Yeah.

Hey, what time
are you gonna head over tonight?

Why? Uh, you gonna come by
and kiss the ring?

[scoffs]
I'm not kissing shit.

Louise wants to see
her grandparents.

Get the hell
out of my face, Molk!

What?!

Larry.

[door bursts open]

[breathing heavily]

[shouts in Spanish]

[breathing heavily]

[speaking Spanish]

[exhales]

Aw, Jesus!
Can't I get a minute?!

Not this time.

What's going on, man?

[breathes deeply]

Marciella wants me
to tell her

when this thing
with the Brotherhood

is gonna be over.

And I don't have an answer
for her. Do you?

[sighs]

Just got to ask her
to be patient.

Patient...
that's not gonna work.

She's scared
for the kids.

Wants to take them
to Florida.

Look, I know
what you went through

when you lost your wife.

[sighs]

And you came back
to work.

But I'm telling you, man...

I can't do this
without my family.

I lose them...

I've got nothing.

She said you hit her.

That's true.

Did you hurt her?

I don't know.

Did she cry or bleed?

[voice breaking]
I did hurt her.

[sniffles]

I punched her...
in the face.

Do you remember why?

Her brothers
were making fun of me,

and she started to copy them
and [sniffles] uh...

she went on for a week.

She didn't even understand
what she was saying.

What was she saying?

[chuckles]

"Prissy boy."

We were playing football...

and I fell.

And she just said it
at the wrong time.

[sniffles]

I didn't even think about it.
It just happened.

Did it
make you feel bad?

I guess.
I don't know.

Then why are you upset
right now?

[sniffles]

Because my uncle...

when he found out,
he sent me back home.

[sniffles]

He said
I could never come back.

And I never did.

Because you broke the rules...
you hit a girl.

But your uncle taught you

it was okay to hit boys
and kill animals.

And I think
he was the one

who broke your arm
when you were 6.

[sniffles]

I'm done.

Hey, while I'm setting up
the grill,

grab that extra tank of propane
from the garage, will you?

And ask your mother what she did
with my tongs... the new ones.

[clears throat]

Can I talk to you
for a second, Pops?

Aw. Really?

I thought you came early
to help out.

Noticed you shaved, too.

Congratulations.
You know all my tells.

Well, it's not gonna do me
any good, though, is it?

Somehow, still gonna be
losing money here.

Can we just cut with
all the bullshit, please, Pops?

All right.

How much?

$70,000.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Who the hell
did you get into?

Couple different people.

[clears throat]

But The, uh,
The Union bought my debt.

So, what do you
need me for?

I can't pay it, Pops.
That's the point.

There's no money.

I got two mortgage payments,
the girls, Mary.

- And does she know about all this?
- 'Course not.

Because you got it
all under control, right?

[sighs heavily]

What's the payment plan?

Past couple months,
Criolla has me working it off

doing collections.

Criolla?

He's my Union connect.

He takes 10 grand off the top
every time

I knuckle up a civilian
that they got under their thumb.

I'm hurting people,
Pops.

It's not good.

Wait, wait, wait.

You're cracking heads for
this Criolla or for The Union?

Union's been around
since the Gold Rush.

It's always been
cops helping cops,

taking from the bad,
giving to the good...

good people
who got real needs,

not problems
with their goddamn self-control.

Okay, fine. You win.
Okay?

But either way,
I got a problem.

Can you help me or not?

I don't have 70 grand
laying around,

if that's
what you're asking.

[door opens,
indistinct conversation]

I'll talk to some people,
see what I can do.

HILDY: Hello.

I hear the rumbling
of a lou-lou monster!

Grandpa,
I'm almost 12.

[chuckling]
Hey, baby.

Hey, Dad.
How's it going?

All right.

Whoa.

Share the wealth?

I just happen to have
another glass right here.

All right.

[groans]

All right.

Cheers.

Yes, sir.

Mnh.

[drawer closes]

Oh, that's nice.

Yeah,
gift from upstairs.

It pays to get shot,
I guess, huh?

[chuckling]
I heard that.

[clears throat]

[sniffs]

So, what's your take
on Kaleb's murder?

Off the record.

Off the record?

It's a perfect crime.

Yeah.

Two cops dead,
blue on blue,

Navarro with a target
on his back.

Not the way
it's supposed to be.

Things unraveled
after you went down, man.

I keep playing it back
in my head,

trying to figure out what
I could've done differently.

Oh, Terry, come on.

All this would've happened

whether it was you or me
in this office.

I'm just glad
it was you.

[laughing]
I'll bet you were.

We'll get through this.

In the meantime,

no one I'd rather have
as my number 2.

Hey, who,
uh, who calls the shots

for the Nazi Brotherhood
at Pelican Bay?

Random,
but I actually know this.

Um...

Hughes.

Jerry Hughes...?

Gerald Hughes.

Something like that.

Why?

'Cause I want to know
who his number 2 is.

So, any hot dates
on the horizon?

Uh, doubt it, Mom.

You know, the easiest way
is to go online.

And you would know this
because...?

Well, actually, the easiest way
is to not date at all.

Well, what would be easier
is if, you know,

you and Terry
just finally got together.

It's, uh, her partner...
the black guy.

Over my dead body
you're with a black.

Grandpa,
that's racist.

Thank you.

Ah. Here we go.

Girls,
will you help me?

Let me help.

Actually, you know what?
No, no.

Sit down, please.

Sit down. Sit down.

It's 2015. Girls don't need
to clear the table.

Black and white people
are the same.

Gay people get married.

So... you need
to get over it.

You're saying
you're gay now?

[chuckles]

You should come here
more often.

Makes your mother happy.

You want to make Mom happy,
bring her to my house.

Not with that parking
in your neighborhood.

[chuckling] No way.

Well, you can drop her off.
You don't have to come in.

[laughs]

Smart-mouth.

Always thought
that'd get you into trouble.

One of the reasons I didn't
think you should be a cop.

Oh, God.
Give me a break, please.

It's true. You can't just
pop off at people on that job.

Dad, you didn't want me
to be a cop because I'm a woman.

Not 'cause you're a woman...
'cause you're my daughter.

Okay, you know what? I don't
want to do this right now.

Hildy, wait.

[sighs deeply]

God damn it.

I didn't come out here
to get in an argument.

That's what we do,
Dad.

Then just be quiet for a minute
and let me say something.

I'm an old man...
not with the times,

but that doesn't mean
I don't know some things.

I never...

What I know better
than anything else is cops.

I been around them
my whole life.

I know
when they're scared.

I know when
they're just making a check.

And I know
when they're dirty.

Every once in a while,
you see a great one,

and it's obvious.

And that's you.

And I can't claim credit.

I know
I tried to stop you.

But you never gave up.

You knew
what you wanted.

[inhales deeply]

You proved me wrong.

Do me a favor. Keep an eye
on your brother, will ya?

[blows]

FATTY B: Yo.

We need to talk.

Where's all this shit going,
man?

Straight back at Chan.

What else
you need to know?

And where's it
supposed to end up?

I ain't no fortune-teller,
bruh.

That man
chopped up my sister, B.

My sister.

Tenea... she was the only good
in my whole family,

so this price
is gonna be paid.

And we got your back,
Sug.

Potrero for life.

All these little-ass niggas
want blood.

They gonna be
right behind you.

Then half of us
gonna come back dead.

War is war.

Yeah, but you putting up
the whole future of Potrero

for your sister.

And I hate to say it,
but she ain't never coming back.

- [door opens]
- MAN: Come on! Move!

Come on!

What the hell is this?

Nigga just rolled up.

I work for Andy Chan.

Hey, look, man,
I didn't bring a weapon.

So you must be
really stupid.

Or you got a death wish.

I brought a message.

Mr. Chan wants a sit-down.

[indistinct conversations
in Chinese]

["Come See Me Tonight" plays]

♪ Come see me tonight

♪ It feels like the time
is right ♪

♪ For a rendezvous

♪ Only me and you

♪ Don't wait, don't hesitate

♪ It's our finest hour

Sit down... please.

♪ You know the spark in there

You play mah-jongg?

Nah. Dominos.

[conversing in Chinese]

I'm told you want a war.
That's not good for business.

Business is business.

This is about blood.

Whose blood?

You killed my nephew.

And we took the boy
who shot him.

And then
you killed my sister.

Your sister? No.

You sent me her head
in a box.

[chuckles]

[speaking Chinese]

I did not get where I am
by doing something so stupid.

A smart businessman
doesn't hold grudges

or shed senseless blood,

but just quietly
does his job.

That's how you survive.

[speaking Chinese]

Ask around.
I have plenty of enemies.

And nobody will tell you
I operate this way.

The box came from you.

I don't know
where this box came from.

And I'm truly sorry
for your sister.

But it sounds like
someone has tricked you.

And by doing that,
they have tricked me, too.

It has cost me
one of my best men.

You know who did this,
then?

Somebody who wants us
to be at war,

disrupt
our business arrangement.

Get us out the way...

so that they can take it over
for themselves.

[speaking Chinese]

[laughs]

Bottom line is that
San Francisco isn't what it used to be.

Tech boom,
prices through the roof.

It's a numbers game.

Union needed to widen the net,
increase the revenue.

May I...
may I call you Michael?

Of course.

You're obviously
a smart man,

so forgive me when I say
you're missing the point.

I spent 30 years in The Union,
making sure

the guys we served with
were taken care of.

When you bring in civilians,
the circle's broken.

There's no code anymore.

That's...

that's how you end up
with cops cracking heads

to make sure
you get your debts paid.

We're managing just fine.

But I appreciate
the advice...

and everything you did
in the past.

Is there something else
I could do for you?

[chuckles]

Restructure my son's debt.

Spread it out.
Lower the payments.

Make it something
he can actually do.

That's what
the original loan was.

And when he couldn't pay that,
I gave him another option.

He didn't like that one,
either.

So, where does that
leave us?

With me
asking you for a favor.

We're cops.

We take care of each other.
Do this for me.

No. I'm a cop.
You're retired, pal.

No.

You're a dirty
piece of shit.

[chuckles]

I'm gonna shut you down.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

And who you gonna call?
Huh?

The Union goes down,
you go down with it...

you and all those cops
your heart bled for.

And then nobody's safe.

Including your kids.

It's a different world,
Pops.

Do yourself a favor...
go home, enjoy your pension.

Take your time.

Thought I had
an attorney/bond visit.

The hell are you?

We are potentially
your best friends.

I doubt it.

Okay... Neil Whitford.

You were an accountant
on the outside.

That's not
very interesting.

But then you committed
multiple counts

of fraud
and embezzlement,

couple years in Folsom,
and, uh...

is that where the Nazi
Brotherhood picked you up?

Yeah, I'm guessing...

yeah, 'cause that's where
you stabbed one of your inmates.

What is that,
some kind of initiation?

I just don't like
black people.

Mnh.

Then I think
he's racist.

Right. Well, so, prison murder
got you in here,

but, then, you've been
a real go-getter.

Paid your dues,
rose through the ranks,

and now you're... what...
second-in-command?

How long before you get to be
king of the hill?

I'm not interested.

Oh? 'Cause we could do that
for you... like next week.

I don't know
who you are,

but if you think you can
put a hit on the shot caller,

you're a couple of amateurs.

We're SFPD.

So there's not gonna be
a hit.

But we can
make a transfer happen.

So, let's say we transfer
your boy to San Quentin.

Then you become
the shot caller, right?

You run the prison.

Every drug,
every dollar bill,

every piece of ass
goes through you.

But you're not interested.

What do you want?

There's a green light
on a cop and his family...

my partner.

His name is
Edgar Navarro.

Make it go away.

We don't make deals
with cops.

You sure?

'Cause maybe we should just
transfer you.

To Allenwood.

Start you way back down
at the bottom.

Mnh-mnh.
What do you think about that?

It's on you, bruh.

What kind of change
are you interested in?

Hey.

Terry.

We handled it.

[exhales sharply]

Thank you.

I should have told you
everything.

Yeah, you should have.

I'm sorry.

[sighs]

Marciella.
I got to call Marciella.

[cellphone buzzes]

[siren wails]

KOTO:
We sure it's her?

Tattoo was in her profile.
It's definitely Sarah Tran.

Ugh. It shouldn't have gone down
like this.

ROZ: It looks like
cause of death was asphyxiation.

Not drowning?

This gash goes
all the way around her neck.

I'm thinking
she was garroted.

That's old-school.

It's hard to tell
what other trauma there was.

Let's just say
the marine life was active.

I still have
many more tests to run,

but based on decomp,

I'd say time of death
was about six weeks ago.

[sighing] Oh, God.

Another cop dead.

Wait a second...
if she's been dead six weeks,

how did she leave a voicemail
for her husband three weeks ago?

She couldn't.

So, who did?

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