YOUNG WOMAN: Where'd you film this?
Union Station, Saturday.
Who is she?
I don't know.
They just had a sign on the piano
that said anybody can play.
She sat down.
She started playing.
She's so talented.
Wish I had the money to travel.
Play music anywhere.
I want to go to Paris.
Someday I'll have the money to take you to Paris.
Stay here.
No! Pedro!
Martin!
Talk to me, mijo.
Hey.
It's Papa, huh?
It's Papa. I'm here.
No.
No...
No.
Somebody help!
Goddamn it.
Pathetic.
Fucking asshole.
I could've cut you six ways from Sunday
with that noisy machine going.
They wouldn't even hear you scream.
-
What time is it?
It's late. It's late.
I got a name for your little brown guy.
Tito Garcia.
That is everything you need to find him.
All right.
I owe you one, man.
No, you don't.
I'll be in hock up to my ears for years with you.
Well, let me know when we're even, okay?
Yeah.
-You got Wallace on the bench. -Yeah.
And Hakeem Rashad on my right.
'27 Yankees.
Yeah, well, I like to think that we're the Gashouse Gang,
-so fuck the Yankees. -Fuck the Yankees, yeah.
You know, uh...
you may have to tell Wallace where you got that.
You sure?
Yeah. Yeah.
Got to run.
Don't want to lose my parking spot.
There's street cleaning, I don't want Darryl to grab it.
-I hear you. -And certainly, you ought to do something
about this lock.
I mean, a goddamn monkey with a credit card
could get past it.
-It did. -Yeah.
Be careful, Billy.
This Tito Garcia's a slippery little shit and I don't...
I don't like him.
Appreciate it, JT.
-See you. -Yeah.
JT: Fuck.
This is the real shooter, Tito Garcia.
Mm-hmm. So, what, this just fell out of the sky or something?
I have a source.
Your Honor, this is some bullshit, okay?
And he even knows this is bullshit.
I have it on very good authority that this is the shooter.
I'd like his trial testimony taken now
before the trial even starts.
Okay, and then you're gonna do what?
Accuse him of murdering Peña and Friedman?
BILLY: That's exactly what I'm gonna do.
Look, Your Honor, a conditional exam is highly unusual.
He's just creating a distraction.
Why don't you just subpoena him for the trial, Mr. McBride?
-Thank you. -Your Honor, we believe that he's a flight risk.
He's an illegal immigrant
and we don't want to wait for him to end up in Mexico.
HAKEEM: Okay, so where is the proof, any proof whatsoever,
that Garcia is connected to the crime?
Where's the proof?
That's something I can't reveal in open court.
We do know that this is not the kind of guy
who respects a subpoena.
So I want to get his testimony on the record
so as I don't lose another witness.
I'm sorry, Your Honor, I-I really hate to bog you down
with meaningless things such as proof.
But we still have no proof
and this is still a court of law, is it not?
I know this is a court of law, Mr. Rashad.
Mr. McBride, we do need to know
that your information is credible.
I can tell you who, but if I tell you anything more,
then I would have to do it with, uh, an emptier room.
WALLACE: Okay, fine.
Well, who's your source?
-James T. Reginald. -James...
James T. Reginald. Wow, that's...
He had a nervous breakdown. The guy had a breakdown.
-He's not reliable whatsoever. -Yeah, so you're a fucking
-psychiatrist now or something? -James T., that's all you got?
Clear the room. I need to speak to Mr. McBride ex parte.
Ex parte? You...
-Really? -WALLACE: I don't want him
to have to reveal any of his attorney work product
about his source.
Yeah.
-BILLY: Patty. -Yeah.
Yeah, it's kind of just...
Yes. Yep.
Yep. Open or closed?
-WALLACE: Close the door, please. -Sure.
How is he?
He's better.
WALLACE: Hmm.
I haven't seen him since that night, you know.
Yeah. I can tell you where to find him.
I know where to find him.
Poor fucking guy.
God, he was...
he was a brilliant lawyer.
Yeah, he was.
But, man, the system just broke him.
Okay.
Let me... just...
think for a minute.
You want to cool it with the pen, Rain Man?
I know JT and Billy go way back, but JT's a fricking lunatic.
Yes, and I'm very comfortable with that.
Did Billy take my plea deal to your client?
Lawyers are required to do so.
You didn't answer the question.
Mmm. I think I did.
What do you think?
She's not here to think, she's here to listen.
Oh, man. Are you okay with that?
Mr. Rashad, I've decided to grant Mr. McBride's request.
Ex parte, Your Honor? -WALLACE: We've discussed it.
You've made your points; I've listened.
And now I've made my decision.
Well played.
BILLY: Thank you.
What did you say in there?
The judge and JT have history.
So we used it.
I went here. Why would you go low
-when I put my hand up to go high? -Because you do it weird,
and I always end up hitting you with my fingertips.
-No, that's not how it works. -And it's stupid, that's why.
And I look like an idiot.
ELENA: Pay special attention to Ms. Vogel.
She's head of the school board and she's not a big fan.
But I thought today was the MTA meeting.
That's tomorrow.
-MARISOL: Oh, shit. -
ELENA: Are you okay?
Yeah, just give me one second.
I called you ten times.
-It was actually 13. -I've never called anybody
-ten times before. -13.
-Whatever. Can we have a conversation, please? -No.
You're gonna have to make an appointment to see me.
Talk to Elena.
Elena.
-MARISOL: Hi! -Hello, my friend.
Looks like it's just you and me.
Yeah, I'm so excited.
What days are you free?
WYATT: I'm free right now.
ELENA: Right now does not work.
Could you maybe do Thursday?
No, thanks.
Hakeem's not doing us any favors
-offering this plea deal, you know. -Really.
Look, I don't want to plea-out either,
but I also don't want to keep tap-dancing
like an asshole, pretending it's not on the table.
Excuse me. We need to see a Detective Roman, Keith Roman.
OFFICER: Yes, sir. Let me, uh, just get him on the line.
-Hey. -Roman!
Oh, hey, man.
-Hey, bud. -Uh, I was just on my way out.
Well, listen. We got a guy we need you to find
and bring him in; we got to depose him right away.
Sorry, man, I don't have time.
-You'll, uh, have to fill out the paperwork, okay? -No.
-We got to get this done today. -Well, I'm late for a family
obligation, so you'll have to fill out the paperwork
like every other fucking attorney.
All right? Have a good day.
Thanks, Roman.
-What a dick. -Yeah, he's an asshole.
Look, I think I'm gonna go over to Garcia's last known address.
-You got that, uh... -Yeah.
-Where is it? -Borrow your pen?
-Yep. There. -All right.
954...
How's the food?
JULIO: It's bad.
All I want is a cheeseburger.
I wish I could bring you one.
-I'm-I'm kind of scared having that thing you... -Don't.
-What? -Shh.
They record these conversations here.
My parents might find it.
What should I do?
Don't do anything, okay?
Okay.
Don't-don't be scared.
Okay.
I love you.
I love you, too.
LOOMIS: Let's go!
What do you say, Tommy?! Got to go for the ball, bud!
-He never gets in there. -Come on, Spence! -It's fine.
Come on, buddy.
Let's go!
Sorry, Detective. Um, do you have a minute?
-Hi. -Hi.
-Sorry, who is...? -Uh, sorry. I'll be right back.
-Yeah. -Thank you.
You know this is totally inappropriate, right?
Sorry, but you ran away before we could tell you
-that we found the shooter. -That's funny,
'cause we have the shooter sitting in jail right now.
Right, but the court just ordered this guy to testify.
Do you know him? Do you know where I could find him?
You're crazy, you know that?
What do you mean? What...
I'm here with my family right now,
and you come here with this horseshit.
Yeah, well, our client is...
-I swear to God, if you come at me again... -Let go of me.
-I'm a cop. -Let go of me.
Think I don't know where you live?
-Let go of my arm. -Think I can't do things to you?
Jesus Christ.
Jesus, man, what just happened?
Fuck.
Who'd you tell about Tito Garcia, huh?
What? I didn't tell anyone.
Then how the fuck did she get his name?
Wh-Who the fuck is she?
She works with Billy McBride.
I am not going down over this shit, man.
Hey, man, you got to keep it together, okay?
There's parents here, okay?
-Oh, hey.
-Did you find Tito Garcia? -No.
-You know that I'm in here! -MARVA: I just want to make sure
-everything's okay. -Marva, give me a second.
MARVA: Okay.
Goddamn it.
Tito?
OFFICER: Get on the ground!
Stop resisting!
Stop fighting!
That was fuckin' close.
LOOMIS All right, well, did it work?
Yeah.
Yeah, it worked.
LOOMIS: All right, well, calm down...
and catch your breath, all right?
Jesus Christ. Are you eating?
Mm, why do you care?
I've got a fuckin' bleeding ulcer, and you're stuffing
-your goddamn face. -I gotta eat, man.
I don't what you want me to tell you.
I didn't sign up for this, Danny.
Mary keeps asking me what's wrong.
And my kids...
Man, all I can think about is, what happens if...
All right, it's almost over.
We got one last thing to do, and then we're done.
It better be almost over,
because I'm fuckin' done, you hear me?
-You're gonna be compensated. -Yeah? I don't give a fuck
-about the money. -Listen to me,
you gotta calm the fuck down-- it's gonna be okay.
ROMAN Yeah. It better be.
My fucking stomach.
I can't listen to you fuckin' eat.
MAN: Hey.
-Billy McBride? -Yeah, yeah.
-Agent Clayton, right? -Yeah. How you doing?
Yeah, have a seat.
-Oh, this is my associate... -Yeah.
I'm Patty Solis-Papagian.
-Hey. How are you? -Hi.
BILLY: I really appreciate you
-coming out like this. -Sure. Yeah, well,
you know, Joe, uh, Joe Farley vouched for you,
and he's one of the few honest guys I know, so...
-Yeah, he's a good guy. -Yeah.
What's up?
BILLY Well, uh...
I'm representing this, uh...
we're representing this kid in a double homicide.
A few hours ago, ICE picked up
this guy Tito Garcia-- we think he's the real killer.
-Okay. -PATTY: Also, we called the deportation center to see
how long they're gonna be holding Tito, and they said
that he's already processed and out of the country.
What?
-Right. -Yeah, so, you know
as well as I do no government agency
-works that fast. -No. No, they don't.
Can you track him down for us?
Are you sure that this Tito Garcia is your guy?
Because...
-that's a big ask. -Yeah, I know it is.
He may be connected to a big cartel.
You guys would be pretty interested in that,
wouldn't you?
Yeah. All right.
Let me see what I can do.
Okay. I owe you one.
Well, we'll see.
We really need this guy.
I'll give it my best shot.
-All right? -Okay.
I'll call you tomorrow, Patty.
-Where you going? -I'm going to see somebody.
-PATTY: Well... -How long you known Billy McBride?
What?
Uh, how long you known Billy McBride?
Oh, no. No, no. I had... I had a really bad day.
-Oh. -Yeah.
-Oh. Okay. -Okay.
PATTY Okay.
Yeah, but thank you.
-Yes. -So, yeah.
-Nice to meet you. -Yep.
Thank you for staying so late. Thank you.
-What are you doing here? -You're not taking my calls.
-Nobody doesn't take my fucking calls. -No. I have a meeting.
I'm gonna have to call you later.
Okay, you don't want to make me your enemy.
Fuck you.
Fuck me? I'm your most important meeting.
I'm your most fucking important meeting always.
Do you understand me? You need to let go
of this Julio shit-- you know what's at stake.
-If anything happens to Julio... -Then what?
Go ahead. Finish that sentence.
I fucking dare you to finish it. Go ahead.
Mm-hmm. That's right.
Running for mayor is expensive.
Don't answer that.
Do not...
answer that.
Hi.
No, not at all. I'm not busy.
Yeah. I'll be right there.
Hi.
-Oh, hey, honey. -Hi.
-How's it going? -Good, good. How are you?
So, I interrupted something important?
No. No, no, not at all.
Something's not right.
Did I do something wrong?
Oh, no, no, not you.
-Oh, okay, I'm glad. So... -No, no. Um, not at all.
-No. Quite the opposite. -What is it, then?
Um, it's about Julio's case.
Oh.
I think there's something...
bigger behind it.
-I mean, not that it's not big already. -Uh-huh.
There's a lot more to it than you...
meets the eye, I guess you'd say.
And, uh, there's something creeping me out about it.
I don't know what it is yet, but something's creeping me out.
Do you know Tom Wyatt?
Yeah, I know who he is.
-I don't know him, but... the real estate guy, right? -Yeah.
One of my most... generous donors.
-Hi, Tom. Hi. -How are you? -Didn't know he was here.
How's it going?
-Good. -Loving this music, huh?
TOM: It's beautiful.
Look at these guys, man.
Playing away. So talented.
Everybody's just kind of ignoring them.
Yeah, it's so funny.
-Hmm. Hi there. I'm Wyatt. -I'm Billy.
-Billy McBride. -Nice to meet you.
-Pleasure. -Julio's lawyer.
Oh, shit, that Billy? Wow, man,
it's an honor to meet you. Seriously.
Well, right back at ya, man.
Marisol has told me a lot about you.
-Really? -Hear you're doing
really great work for Julio.
-That's great. We appreciate it. -Sure hope so.
Well, yeah. Everything going okay with the case?
Seems to be, yeah.
-Yeah? -Yeah.
That's great.
Really good.
Tom?
I'm sorry that I cut our meeting short,
but I know you understand.
Oh, no, it's fine. I was just, yeah,
just coming up to say hi, and...
Marisol's time is extremely valuable.
I get it.
-Until next time, Billy. -Next time.
-Nice to meet you. -Yeah, nice to meet you, too.
Billy.
BILLY: Son of a bitch.
Shut up! I'll be right there!
Jesus fuckin' Christ. Are you shittin' me?
I am here to inform you that you will now
-be staying away from me. -Yeah, I've been staying away from you.
-You know what this is, huh? -Do you know what time it is?
-That is a restraining order, for your information. -Oh.
Okay. -It states that you will stay
100 feet away from me
-at all times. -It does? Yeah, is that right?
-That's right. -Okay. Well, see,
it's normally 50 to 100 yards.
But here's the thing--
this is not a restraining order, honey.
-Oh, no, it is. -It's written
in fuckin' pencil on a notebook page.
-You made this up, okay? -It's real.
-You understand? -It's here. It's real.
-I know you're not well, -Yeah, it's here, but...
-and you don't understand things. -And you don't just
bring it over yourself with some fuckin' guy.
The authorities have to serve it.
So why don't you and meathead get away
-from my fuckin' door, okay? -Oh, my God.
-ROBIN: Baby girl. -Oh...
-You're doing it again. -Go back to bed, honey.
-He's not... -Don't listen to this shit.
BILLY: I need you to get off my fuckin' porch.
-Come with us now. This is not -You and fuckin' meathead here
-what you think it is. He's not well. -need to get off my porch.
-Okay? Listen to me. -You took my bra, huh?
-I don't know where your bra is. -Jerk off into it?
-No, I didn't jerk off into anything. -Come with me,
and Misty will take care of you, and will shield you
-and will bring you someplace safe. -Okay, you know what?
You know what? Consider me served!
All right?
This is a restraining order.
I accept it!
Okay.
I'll stay 150 miles away from you.
How's that?
Well, I live in Santa Monica.
Come on, Misty.
I...
-Yeah. -Yeah.
Sorry about that, honey.
It's just she's a fucking nutjob.
That was embarrassing.
Like I said, I'm sorry about that.
Sometimes when I drink too much, I, um...
well, I kind of black out.
Not exactly black out, but...
I...
I lose sense... the sense of time and place
and people and lunatics.
And... this one here,
she was a real tilt-a-whirl, she's...
Are you kidding me? I have my share of mistakes,
and... tilt-a-whirls.
Yeah, but I got a feeling yours is junior league next to mine.
When I go in a bar, if there's a nutcase
in there, I'm like a heat-seeking missile.
I go right to them every time.
Oh, you'd be surprised.
Let's have a competition.
-I guarantee you I'll win. -Okay.
Once I had a guy
-who tied me up... -Everybody does that.
...so I looked like I didn't have any arms and legs.
Oh.
That got him off.
Okay, you win.
Aah! Aah! Get off!
Hello.
JEFF: Good news. They found Tito Garcia.
-No shit? -Yep. They're gonna ship his ass
-back to L.A. -Fantastic.
Well, listen, tie his ass up good.
Don't let him get away. Santy Claus is gonna be
really good to you this year.
No problem. Can't wait to look under the tree.
-See ya. -All right, I'll talk to you later. Bye.
All right.
You look happy.
I am happy.
That was my FBI buddy.
They found Tito Garcia.
The real shooter.
Found him in Mexico.
-That's great. -You know,
this could be really good for Julio,
if we get him back here, 'cause...
well, it could even get his case dismissed.
That's amazing.
What's up with you? Where are you going?
I-I-I have an early meeting. I need to go.
You don't want to have a celebratory drink, or...?
-Oh, I'd love to, but I need to go. -Okay, honey.
-Bye. Mmm. -Bye. Mmm.
-See you, okay? -I'll see you later, okay?
Oh. Hi. Hi.
Oh, my God, Marisol Silva.
-Uh... -This is my daughter, Denise.
Nice to meet you.
Uh, great talking to you
-about Julio's case. Yes. -Oh, yeah. Absolutely.
Uh, I-I love you.
-Uh... -I love you.
I'm... I'm so sorry. That was weird.
-Yeah, it w... it was. -MARISOL: It wasn't, it wasn't.
Let's... find time to talk later?
-I have to go to a meeting. -Anytime. Yeah.
Yeah. Pleasure to meet you. Good to see you.
-Good to see you. -Good to see you. Okay.
What are you talking about?
Marisol Silva? Are you freaking kidding me?
I told you before, we're friends.
And we've got work together. I told you.
You know, you should invite her over for dinner.
-I'll cook. -Okay. Nothing wrong with that, I guess.
Oh, my God, Dad.
-
You know what? I am so happy that you...
I am so happy that you like somebody like her.
I mean, she's so cool and she's smart, and...
we're gonna be best friends.
-You need to calm down. -I knew that you were
acting differently, I just couldn't put my finger on it.
I haven't been acting differently.
And this explains so much.
Just try not to scare her off, all right?
What am I, some kind of monster? I scare people off?
I didn't say you were a monster, but... you know.
You know how you can be.
Marisol Silva.
WYATT: You know, we should put
one of your Carl's Jr.s in there.
At least I know you'd show up for work every day.
-It'd be great. -I don't eat that every day.
-LOOMIS: Once a week, tops. -Oh, three times this week,
that I know of, minimum.
Hey. What are you doing here?
Does the name Tito Garcia mean anything to you?
Uh, should it? What...
Uh, what-what about Tito?
Well, Danny, you might be interested to know
Billy McBride has the FBI bringing him back from Mexico.
What the fuck? Wha-What is this, Danny?
-I'll take care of it. -Who the fuck is Tito? What...
-He's, uh, Roman's guy. -Danny, this is the shit that
-I don't want to know about. -I know, I know.
No, you say you know, but then I keep finding out about this shit
-'cause it keeps coming up. -Okay, we can't afford
any more of your fucking mistakes, so...
-we're gonna do this my way. -Marisol...
Tom...
without me as mayor,
all of this is fucked,
-and so are you. -Hey, you got to win first.
I will win-- but I'm also gonna keep my eye on Billy McBride.
-Yeah, is that what you call it, keeping an eye on him? -Yeah.
Whatever it takes to keep Billy McBride away from your business.
And I'm also gonna make sure Julio stays out of prison.
You know, I just don't trust that you can do both.
Well, you don't have a choice.
You need me as your fucking mayor.
WYATT: Now I get pulled into this fuckin' clusterfuck?
-She's forcing my hand--
now I got to fuckin'...
-Fuckin'... -Okay, okay.
-You do Tito. Tito first. -I-- yes, I got it, I got it.
Then you find out all the people that work for McBride,
-and you fuckin' handle it this time. -Geez. I...
-Fuck.
-MAN: Yep?
Uh, we got a problem.
This one Gabriel might like.
Federales picked up a guy,
uh, Tito Garcia, who needs to keep his mouth shut.
Tom thought Gabriel would enjoy shutting it for him.
So... whatever you want to do.
Be creative.
-MAN: Okay. -
-Fuck.
BILLY: Little tiny yard like this,
all your guys looking for it,
and you didn't find it the first time?
Where was the gun?
It was in the fence behind the trash cans.
Original search warrant didn't cover
the common areas of the property.
Yeah, it's never stopped you before.
ROMAN: We go by the letter of the law, McBride.
This new search comes off of any anonymous tip.
Of course it was anonymous.
-You want to cause trouble? Is that it? Yeah? -Yes.
-Keep talking, okay? -Come on, Roman. Come on, dude.
HAKEEM: Once we test the ballistics and the prints,
it's gonna be a slam dunk for us.
Same model, same caliber as the murder weapon.
It's a good thing your client knows about my plea deal.
-Yeah, we're not taking it. -
Hang on, guys.
Excuse me for a minute. Hello.
Hey, we, uh... we lost Tito.
BILLY: What?
How the hell did that happen?
JEFF: Ah, the federales had him,
and then... disappeared, I guess. Ambushed or something.
Look, I'm sorry about the bad news,
but we're gonna keep trying, okay?
BILLY: Well, update me, all right?
Thanks, Jeff.
What's wrong?
That was Jeff. They lost Garcia.
Shit.
Okay, here we go. I want the Cobb salad, right?
Instead of iceberg, I want romaine.
Instead of blue cheese, I want Parmesan, okay?
-Does it come with bacon? -Mm-hmm.
-Absolutely no bacon. -This ain't the Four Seasons.
They bring it how they bring it, all right?
I like it how I like it, and I want the vinaigrette
instead of the whatever dressing, okay?
Thank you.
-Coffee. -Mm-hmm.
So you don't understand
because you don't even like food.
-Yeah, I do. -Anyway...
And I-I know that you don't want to talk about this, but...
the plea deal's gonna bite us in the ass.
I'm not letting the kid plea out.
You do understand that if we don't present it,
we're gonna get disbarred, right?
This kid's been through hell and back, okay?
I'm not gonna look him in the eye and say,
"I know you didn't do it, but go to jail for 11 years anyway."
Well, we don't even know if he's innocent.
-I won't do it. -Why?
I told you why.
All right, so do you know what it means
to plea to voluntary manslaughter?
-No, not really. -Okay.
So what it is is that... you'd be agreeing
to say that you killed Marcos and Hunter,
but that you didn't plan it.
Right? That it was in the heat of the moment.
Um, so with that deal, you're looking at 11 years.
Uh, with good behavior, you could be out in seven.
Is that clear?
So you... you think I should take the deal?
Uh, well...
Do we want to take it?
-Um... -
Yeah. Yeah, if you did it,
I think it's the best-case scenario.
-Yes. -But I didn't kill them.
Right, you didn't kill them.
-Okay. Yeah. -I didn't.
Okay, so you tell me
why the cops just found the murder weapon at your house.
-I don't know anything about that. That's the truth. -Right.
And you had the gun in the video why?
That's not the gun from the video. It can't be.
What are you talking about?
I lied to you about something else.
Okay.
Sorry. I just thought you and Mr. McBride were gonna get...
I don't care.
-The gun I had, the one that was in the video... -Mm-hmm.
...I didn't throw it in the ocean like I said.
I gave it to my girlfriend to hold onto.
Why wouldn't you just give it to us?
I-I don't understand that.
Because it was my brother's.
I don't know what he used it for, but...
I was just worried
that it was gonna get me into even more trouble.
Where's Mr. McBride?
Yeah, he couldn't make it.
BRITTANY: Can I just be honest with you guys?
Like, there is no silver lining for me.
Like, I-I wake up, and every day is so goddamn hard.
Man, I wish that I could go back in time
and live my life over again.
Minus all the stupid fucking choices I made.
But I can't, right?
I can just be here now.
Anyway...
Yeah, that's it. Thanks.
MAN: Think I really needed to hear that tonight.
Thanks, Brittany.
Yeah.
MAN: Tito Garcia is on his way.
Gabriel's grateful you sent him our way.
He delivered you some fresh flowers
to show his appreciation.
H.R. Pufnstuf, who's your friend when things get rough?
'cause he can't do enough
-It's time for breakfast. -
golden flute
from off the bay
come and play with me
on a trip
-
to a kooky old witch...
Time for healing, no more peeling.
in the sky
materialize
the sea grew rough
on and on
was watching, too
bold attack
was fighting back
racer crew
they flew
But who would get there first?
had washed ashore
so mad and sore
and screamed away
-
when things get rough?
'cause he can't do enough
when things get rough?
he can't do enough.