"Chow at 01800." "Make yourself at home, son." "Voil?" "." "Not exactly the breakfast of champions." "You used to love those things." "When I was a kid." "I'm almost a teenager, Mom." "Um, you're 11." "I'm thinking about going vegan." "Oh, yeah?" "Well, we'll see." "Oh, my God." "Ew, you're right." "They are gross." "Can I sleep over at Maya's later this week?" "It's Mackenna's birthday, and she's having a slumber party." "Is Maya the one with the brothers?" "No." "You know how I feel about her." "You don't even know her." "Don't do this to me." "Louise, what's going on with you?" "Nothing." "Goodbye." "Breaking news." "We go live now to our affiliate in San Francisco as Police Chief Thomas Hernandez makes his first public statement." "In light of the school-bus massacre and shooting rampage perpetrated against this city by two very sick but very..." " You're late." " Yeah." "No shit." "All good?" "Oh, adolescence..." "it's a bitch." "...how these suspects organized and executed this crime." "This... can never happen again." "Terry." "Questions?" "Listen, how long do we have to hold on to the truth here?" "That commission ain't giving out commendations." "If the Chief finds out he went on the record with the wrong story, he'll claim we withheld information about a cop-on-cop crime and throw our asses under the bus... the school bus." "I don't get it." "Why don't we just tell Koto that Kaleb killed Walt and nip it in the bud?" "It's a partial explanation for the suicide, right?" "And he's asking about it." "I'm gonna tell Koto." "All right?" "I'm gonna speak with Kaleb's mother tomorrow, see what she thinks about his suicide before she finds out her son killed his own partner, all right?" "Then we'll tell the Lieutenant." " Yes." " All right?" "Hey, Terry, we, uh... we got to go." "We're gonna be late for that thing." " Later." " Yep." "...extremely trying time." "The families of Walt Martin and the victims of..." "I had to get us out of there." "Oh, okay." "First night." "Did you get any sleep?" "No." "I was freezing all night." "There were all these sounds, too... footsteps, doors..." "I mean, you can hear everything." " Mm." " You can't see any of it, though." "Um, you can't..." "can't see anything." "You should have blankets." "I'll make sure you get some." "Dustin, do you mind if I ask you about your childhood?" "I don't care." "Do you remember getting hurt when you were young?" "I, um..." "I, uh, broke my arm when I was 6." "I saw that in your medical records." "It looks like it was pretty bad." "Yeah, it was just, um... an accident at my uncle's machine shop." "What happened, exactly?" "I don't, um..." "I don't remember." "At all?" "At all." "Um..." "I mean, I don't..." "I don't remember the accident or going to the hospital... or any of it." "Hmm." "Can we not do this?" "I don't feel like answering questions." " You want to ask some?" " Yeah." "Are they going for the death penalty?" "It's possible, yes." "All right, well, I want to plead guilty." "Wait a minute." "That's... not how it works." "The state attaches special circumstances." "You don't just plead guilty." "Why not?" "The court's not inclined to let you make that kind of emotional decision without first examining the facts of the case." "A trial helps everybody understand what happened and why." "I wouldn't be doing my job if we simply pled guilty." "I-I didn't ask you to save my life." "But your life is worth saving, Dustin." "Bullshit!" "Hey!" "Okay, it's..." "I mean, look, best-case scenario, I'm... staring at walls for the next 50 years." "How's that worth anything?" "Because every human being's life is worth something." "I haven't gotten to know you yet, but I know that you're much more than what you did on that bus." "What I did on that bus was just about the only thing I got right in my life." "Your life has just begun, young man." "I was supposed to die on Green Street." "It was supposed to be over." "But it's not over." "And it's not gonna be over anytime soon." "Even if we lose a trial and you're sentenced to death, you're gonna spend the next 20 years waiting out appeals on death row." "Like it or not, you have to consider the fact that you do have a future." "You don't have to spend your time staring at walls." "You can continue your education." "I don't want to continue my education." "The only way you're gonna survive your incarceration is by putting your mind to good use." "I want to get out of my mind." "I want to get out of this world." "Why can't you just end this?" "I don't want a trial." "A secret on a secret." "I used to love this stuff when I was a kid." "Now it just eats at me." "I know, right?" "All right, we got to get our heads on this second secret..." "who killed Kaleb?" "Do you think there's any chance, any possibility, that it wasn't a cop?" "No forced entry, no sign of a struggle." "Could've been family, right?" "A family member?" "A friend?" "What type of a cat uses a blowtorch on a bullet wound to fake a suicide?" "That's some real forensic-type shit." "It's got to be a cop." "You think Kaleb's murder was linked to Walt's?" "I mean, two partners... killed, you know, within a matter of days of each other." "I'd say, yeah, hell of a coincidence if it wasn't." "We don't even know if Walt was murdered, right?" "I mean, it could've just as easily been friendly fire, and he lied about it because of the guilt." "Or maybe he didn't even realize that the bullet came from his gun." "No, he was pretty..." "he was pretty close." "Could've been a perfect diversion." "You know?" "You saw how it was in those tunnels." "Well, if it was connected, do you think it was some kind of cop-on-cop conspiracy?" "Ugh." "All right, let's say someone on the force bribes Kaleb to kill Walt." "Kaleb finds the opportunity, he does the deed, and then when he reports back, instead of the money, he gets a bullet." "Oh." "Kaleb used his own gun to kill Walt, so not much of a plan." " You don't think so?" " No." "Look, nobody saw Kaleb pull the trigger, so it could be friendly, it could be deliberate." "And all those cops that were down there... no one brought up his name." "No one brought up Kaleb's name in any of those interviews." "So if he wanted to get away with killing Walt, he could've." "If Walt wasn't already dead." "All right." "We'll clear everybody in our room, and then we'll move up from there." "You trust me?" "You trust me?" "Yeah, I trust you." "It's so beautiful." "Sometimes I forget I actually live here." "Home." "It's hard to walk in this room and not see Walt and Kaleb." "Uh, we, uh..." "we lost two brothers." "Let's do the right thing and check up on their families, make sure they're holding up, all right?" "Uh, hey, where's, uh..." "where's Navarro?" "Uh..." "Bixby's Dance Studio." "H-He's, uh... he's got a morning waltz class, sir." "His... his daughter's quincea?" "era is this Sunday." "Got it." "All right, uh, Molk," "I'll let you catch Navarro up to speed." "Does anyone know what is taking Ballistics so long on the bullet that killed Walt?" "I don't know, but, uh, I'll ask Wesley." "And Kaleb's suicide... we got something more than just the M.E.'s report?" "Uh, we're still working on it." "Probably another day or two." "All right." "Listen, uh, I'm not the type to pay too much attention to press conferences, but we've got a record number of open cases and a city in PTSD staring at us." "So let's keep our heads down, redouble our efforts." "When we get a couple of wins here, things will settle back down." "All right." "Let's get to it." "All right." " Welcome back." " Yeah." "Veracruz, hold up." "Uh, uh, hi, Commander Criolla." "I know you've been deep into Suger Cascade." "Somehow, your crew got made." "I got something that might put you right back into the middle of things." "A grow-house hit's about to go down." "That's the address and the time." "I got it from a C.I. who's got a connect in the power company." "Yeah, thanks." "So, how you doing now that, uh, Captain Kolb is gone?" "Trains are on the rails." "We getting a new boss?" "Soon." "So keep your nose clean, kid." " Here you go, ma'am." " Thanks." "Look at you." "Lookin' good today, girl." "Really?" "Hmm." "Thanks." "So, what you got?" "All right, so, Fairley and Jimenez were in court, and Molk was processing a prisoner." "You?" "Phone records clear Dooley, uh, Wong, Jordan, and McCutcheon." "So now all we have left is Navarro and Junior." "That shouldn't be too bad." "I'll take Navarro," " you take my brother?" " Nah, you should clear Junior." "Since we have to talk around Kaleb's murder, it would probably take you half the time it takes me, so..." "Ugh." "It's bad enough having to investigate my brother." "Now I have to actually lie to him, too?" "Nah, just a find a way to his alibi without causing alarm." "We'll file a report, and then we'll loop Koto in." "And then we have to investigate every cop in this building." " Yes." " Great." "Hey, what you doin', jura?" "Cristobal." "Welcome back, Hermano." "Thank you." "Hey, hey, you hungry?" "'Cause I been dreamin' about Fogo de Ch?" "o for months, bro." "All you can eat." "Hey, not tonight." "We're having a family dinner at the house." "Marciella's been cooking up a feast for you all day, homey." "She ain't a woman to say no to, right?" " Verdad." " That's right." "Oh, man." "Hey, listen, um, you stay with us until you get back on your feet, understand?" "Oh." "Means a lot, bro, but, uh, is... is Marciella cool with that?" "As long as you stay out of trouble." "Besides, if you stay here with your friends, be back at Pelican Bay by the end of the week." "Man, I'm rehabilitated, homey." "Santo Cristobal!" "I'm good!" "Santo, my ass." "Get in the car." "The only santo I see is "Santo" Claus." "Damn!" "How the hell do you" " put on weight at Pelican Bay?" " Shut up, man." " Shut up, man." " Hey, hey, hey." "Chill out, bro." "I'm still your big brother, fool." "Ah." "Look what the cat dragged in." "You still working on this piece of shit?" "Remember when we were all crammed in that front seat on those long-ass rides to Yosemite?" "I just remember you puking up on Dad when we came through the tunnel going to El Capitan." "That's why the upholstery was the first thing I replaced." "Wow." "You're hitting the bottle early, huh?" "It's my day off." "And in about an hour, Chelsea and all of her grade-one class are gonna be here for a little tea party." "It's the perfect time for a cocktail." "Well, there's been a lot of that lately for you, though, huh?" "You keeping tabs on me?" "No, I'm not." "Just an observation." "You drank at my house the other day." "Just softening the landing before I go home." "What about Walt's funeral?" "I mean, you were clearly..." "drunk." "I smelled it on your breath." "You reeked of it." "Just... just stop, okay?" "Do you think I'm the only one who notices, Junior?" "I mean, it's pretty embarrassing." "So, what... were you drinking in the morning, or did you go off on a bender at lunch, or what..." "You need to back off." "Where were you that morning of Walt's funeral?" "What were you doing?" "Who were you drinking with?" "Oh, Hildy." "Just because you were married to a drunk doesn't give you the right to come over here and grill me on what I do and where I go." " You understand me?" " Yeah." "Yeah, I got enough bullshit in my life." "Hi, Hildy." " Thought I heard someone." " Hey, Mary." "You here for book club?" "No, um, I'm actually not gonna be able to do it tonight." "Oh." "Okay." "Hey, um, i-is my brother okay?" " Hey." " Hey, Terry." "Listen, are you going to this quincea?" "era?" " Uh, that's the plan, yeah." " Yeah, great." "Okay, listen, so, I've put together a list of relevant F.A.Q.s. People are gonna ask me what to wear, you know, what to bring, do they have to dance." "And, I mean, Navarro is..." " he's going out of his mind." " Yeah." "Have you seen him, by the way?" "Uh, about an hour ago, and then the butcher called... some kind of crisis with the pork." "All right, I'll, uh, catch up with him later." " Good luck with this." " No, that's... that's for you." "Oh." "Can I help you?" "Alyssa." "Hey." "H-How did you get in here?" "Well, belive it or not," "I have a knack for getting in places." "That could be, uh... really come in handy." "Yeah, well, um, you told me that I should get in touch with you if I remembered anything about that dancer, Sarah." "Yeah." " Right." "Here." " Uh..." "Um..." "Well, she... she told me that she wasn't into her husband." "Like..." "like, she was totally over the guy." "Yeah, y-you know, you actually already told us that." "Oh." "Oh, I did?" "Yeah." "But, I mean, it's okay." "I mean, the investigation's closed." "She's called her husband." "Sarah's alive," " and it sounds like she's doing just fine." " Oh." " Thank you very much." " Really?" "Wow." "That's... that's great." "Unless you're her husband." "She... she left a voicemail, ending it." "Poor guy." "Yeah." "Um..." " Hey." "What is it?" " Uh..." "No, um..." "I..." "I just, uh..." "I got into a fight with a friend just now and, uh..." "Well, not really a friend, and I-I don't know." "All of a sudden, I-I started thinking about you and how nice you were." "Oh, God." "This is so embarrassing." "I'm such an idiot." "I-I'm..." "I'm sorry." "I'm really sorry to have wasted your time." "No, no, no." "Wait, wait." "You're not wasting my time." "I promise you this is the best part of my day." " Hey." " Hey." "Did you, uh, get things squared away with Junior?" "No, not yet." "What's that?" "It's Walt's ballistic report." "I intercepted Wesley." "Decided I'd, uh, hand-deliver it myself." "And tell Koto what?" "Kaleb killed Walt, just like the report says." "And what about what the report doesn't say?" "Well, we should clear Homicide." "That's the plan, right?" "I hope you know what you're doing." "Fake it till you make it." "Yes." "Thank you, Dad." "I will." "Yeah." "Uh, I will." "Hey, listen." "I got to go." "I-I'll call you later, all right?" "Bye." "Hey." "Hey, the, uh... ballistics report came in." "Finally." "Took them long enough." "Yeah, you don't want it, though." "There's a reason why Kaleb committed suicide." "According to Ballistics, he killed Walt." "Murder-suicide... in the Homicide Unit?" "Jesus Christ, Terry." "We can't catch a break." "Yeah." "Well, at least it's tidy." "You know, it could, uh..." "could be worse." "Look, this is gonna leak if we don't get out in front of it." "You're with me, right?" "Of course." "That's correct." "Due to the ballistics results, we are reclassifying the death of Walt Martin to friendly fire, killed in the line of duty." "The bullet that ended his life came from the gun of his partner, Kaleb Peat, who subsequently took his own life before any of this information came to light." "Hey, Terry." "Ah." "Koto, you scared me." "You need something?" "I, uh..." "I just left this behind." "Yeah." "Hope you don't mind." "No, of course not." "I, uh, been meaning to return it." "Yeah, I guess, uh, you never had the pleasure of your dad micromanaging every aspect of your life, did you?" "Ha." "Well, all I had was this, so in my head, he was, uh..." "he was pretty perfect." "All right, man." "Thanks." "All right." " Hey." " Hey." "What's the matter?" "Ohh, I don't know." "You got to check me here, okay?" "So, I tried to cross Junior's name off the list of suspects, and I can't." "No phone records." "He never clocked in." "He's... he's got no alibi." "All right." "So I probably just haven't found it yet, right?" "Maybe." "Maybe." "And then I went to his house to talk to him about everything, and he was drunk, and he was super, super defensive." "And then I..." "What?" "There was a blowtorch in his garage." "Ooh." "But, I mean, everybody has a blowtorch, right?" "Well, I don't know about that." "Ah." "Please tell me that I'm crazy." "Please tell me that my brother did not kill Kaleb." "You need to check that out." "That's, uh, Kaleb's personnel file." "I got it from Koto." " All right." " And, uh, apparently," "Junior and Kaleb worked vice together back in the day." "There's an incident report." "Well, what's it say?" "That they got into some boxing match back in the day at Hunters Point." "They were sharing an informant." "Junior accused Kaleb of, uh, stabbing him in the back or something like that..." "I don't know." "I never heard anything about it." "Where's Junior now?" "Uh, Mary said he drove to East Bay for the night." "Uh, we're gonna have to corner him when he gets back, Hildy." "I know." "I need a drink." "You want to go get a drink?" "That's the last thing I need." "Thanks, though." " All right." " All right." "I'm gonna go, then." " Be careful." " Yep." "You, too." "Hey, what's this?" "This is a family dinner, come hell or high water." " Can you manage?" " Of course." " Okay." " This is a nice surprise." "Mm." "Hey, buddy." "Can I have my fried rice?" "Yeah." "Sure." "Let's eat." "Come on." "The office looks very interim." "I need to get you in here." "Hey." "I'm really glad you came." "Did you, uh, get to school today?" "I had a sore throat." "Uh-huh." "Uh, Michael, not now." "Michael, put your phone away." "So..." "I had a small victory." "Mm?" "Ellis signed the order sending Maker to jail." "Oh." "It's about time." "This Jamie Nelson is gonna fight me on everything, down to the temperature in the courtroom." "You should fry that kid." "Really?" "And why's that?" "Because he's worthless." "He adds no value to the world." "And that's your judgment?" " Let's just have a nice dinner." " No." "You... you... you don't just lightly send someone to their death." "You... you consider everything involved." "You make an intelligent decision." "He killed 18 kids." "What's the decision?" "It's someone's life, Michael, and I'm responsible for that." "I have responsibilities." "And if you got your ass out of your room and got to school, you might appreciate that." "Let's just..." "Sorry." "I'm sorry." "Well, it must be something." "It's a Chinese restaurant." "You saying they growing herb in the back of restaurants now?" "Look, all I know is Criolla said it was legit." " It's Suger in the flesh." " Mm-hmm." "What the hell is this?" "This is more than our cut." "That's everything from the last house... 100% of our take, Brother Hong." "And please... give your boss our condolences about Victor Chan." "I'm here to make things right." "The money's no good." "You know the rules." "We trade blood for blood." "It's the only way to avoid consequences." "The boy who killed Victor Chan was Jalil Thompson." "He confessed to five-o, took a piece." "Been down now for a few days over at Spruce Street Juvie." "He's off our yard, man." "Leadership knows." "Do your work." "Then we even." "Brother Hong." "Go." "You know that we're family, right, that... that I'm your brother?" "Christ, it's... it's bad enough you keep me in the dark about Kaleb's murder, but then you ask me for a goddamn alibi?" "I mean, what's the matter with you?" " Do you have an alibi?" " I'm not done with her." " Answer him." " Why don't you explain yourself?" "We found your brand of whiskey at Kaleb's apartment" " the night he was killed." " So what?" "So you've been drunk lately, and you've been belligerent." "And why do you have a blowtorch in your garage?" "What's that supposed to mean?" "Oh, you... you think that's the smoking gun?" "Okay, look, yeah, I-I confess." "I shot him, and then I doctored it up to make it look like a suicide." "Jesus Christ!" "Really?" "Five minutes ago, I thought he killed himself, and you guys aren't even giving me a second here" " to process this." " Give us an alibi." "We read his file, and, uh..." "and you two have history." "That was over a year ago, and it was a scuffle." "Let me tell you something." "Kaleb and I, we were tight." "He was like a brother to me." "I lost someone I genuinely cared about." "Junior, where the hell were you?" "!" "God damn it, Hildy!" "I was with someone, and it wasn't Mary." "I've been having an affair with another woman." "That's my..." "that's my big secret, okay?" "Are you happy?" "Can she corroborate your story?" "We meet up at the Devonshire on Market and 6th." "I was going there to break up with her." "And if you don't believe me, you can check the security log at the time of Kaleb's death." "All right, what... what..." "what about this girl?" "Does she..." "does she have a name?" "Her name's Alyssa." "You're such an asshole." "Hey." "Easy." "Hey." "What time is it?" "7:30." "Jesus." "I have to go, but you can stay as long as you want." "And there's breakfast on the table if you're hungry." "Who eats breakfast at 7:30?" "Last night was pretty incredible for me." "I just want to say that, Alyssa." "Oh, sweet Alyssa." "Oh, boy." "Hi." "Good to see you." " Hi." " Hey." "You two look gorgeous." "You, too, Mary." " Hey, Steff." "How's it going?" " Good." "Can you drop the gift over there for me?" " Yeah." " Thanks, babe." "I've never been to one of these before." "Looks like so much fun." "Yeah." "Absolutely." "Nice to have the family together." "For sure." "Let me grab a drink." "I'll see you in a bit." "Okay." "Hey, Hildy." "Hey." "I want to introduce my friend Alyssa." "Hi." "Nice to meet you." "Hi, Alyssa." "Nice to meet you, too." "Uh, I'm gonna grab a drink." " Great." "You look great." " Oh, thanks." "You, too." " You look nice." " Thank you." "You, too." "You want to talk about work?" "Oh, no." "We got one more person that still needs to check out, but right now is probably not the time." " Is that Navarro's brother?" " Yeah." "Wow." "Prison put some years on him, huh?" "Yeah." "And some ink." "Yeah." "I'm gonna go check him out." "You good?" "Yeah, I'm good." "See you in a bit." "Louise." "Really?" "With the sugar?" "No." " You got to stop, please." " Listen to your mom." "Yeah, what he said." "Going over your speech?" "Ha." "My speech, uh, my dance, trying not to sweat right now." "Probably thinking about that second mortgage you have to take out to afford all this, huh?" "And I got to do it three more times, homey." " Ooh." " I couldn't have had one boy?" "I was just gonna say that." "I appreciate you doing this, though, for real." "It's been a tough week." "The thing that happened with Kaleb... difficult for everybody to swallow." "Not for me." "What do you mean by that?" "Exactly what I said." "Since when do you not like Kaleb?" "Know what, Terry?" "To tell the truth this is the last thing I want to talk about today." "Tomorrow, we can kick it all day if you want." "Cheers." "Congrats." "Um, I'm a little nervous." "Um..." "So, Anna, as you go out into the world as a young lady," "I want you to know I love you." "You'll always be in my heart." "And no matter what happens, su padre siempre estará contigo." "Salud!" "Salud!" "Cheers." "My daughter, everyone." "Help!" "What is this, a beatdown?" " Bring it!" " This ain't no beatdown." "This is payback for Victor Chan." "Victor Chan?" "!" "Blood for blood, bitch." "Wasn't me!" "I ain't the one who killed your boy!" "It was Kormega!" "I swear on my ma!" "Kormega's the one who did him." "The homicide of Carl McGinness, a human being, the homicide of Pam Stevens, a human being, the homicide of Sandra Duffy, a human being, the homicide of Hector Velazquez, a human being, and the homicide of Craig Spether, a human being..." "Mr. Maker, do you understand the charges brought against you?" "Yes, Your Honor." "Very well." "And the prosecution?" "How would you like to proceed?" "The court will be seeking special circumstances necessary for capital punishment, Your Honor." "How does the defense plead?" "Mr. Maker wishes to enter a plea of guilty on all accounts." "Would you repeat that, Ms. Nelson?" "Your Honor, Mr. Maker accepts all of the allegations and enhancements at this time and pleads guilty as charged." "Mulligan." "Yeah, what's this about?" "What?" "When?" "Okay, yeah, I'll be there soon." "I'm on my way." "Is his mom there?" "Okay." "Yeah, no, I should be the officer present, so... thanks for the call." "I appreciate it." "Okay, bye." "Hildy?" "Hildy?" "Jalil Thompson was murdered in juvie, but I guess that was just a nothing case, right?" "Let's get this over with." "Is that your son, ma'am?" "Yes, it is." "You here to say sorry?" "Yeah." "Then what?" "You go back home?" "To see your kids?" "You got kids?" "I have a daughter, yeah." "Good." "You go back to your house, and you hold your daughter in your arms." "You squeeze her tight and tell her everything is gonna be all right." "Then you think about how you killed my son... my angel." "I got no one left." "Nigga's dead." "We good." "There ain't nothing good about a dead nigga." "There is if it stops a war." "You right." "I'll go talk to his moms." "She's ours now." "She's our responsibility." "No doubt." "You good?" "For tonight." "But a storm's coming."