This chart represents the typical asset allocation
of a high net worth individual.
60% in equities,
25% in municipal securities,
10% in real estate, and 5% in corporate bonds.
It's balanced. It's diversified.
A conservative approach that can sustain fluctuations
in the stock market, home prices, or interest rates.
And this is Normandy Parker's chart.
90% of his assets are tied down in one investment.
Sourdough Subs.
I mean, the only people with less diversification
in their portfolios are drug dealers
who stash their cash underneath a mattress.
All right, sir, we got two homicide cases.
Is math class really necessary?
Keep going.
Six months before Normandy's shot,
someone was building a large short position
in Sourdough Subs.
- What's a short position? - Uh, it's when you place a bet
that a company's stock will go down instead of up.
Normandy gets shot,
and the stock drops 20% in a straight line.
So somebody made a fortune.
So you short the stock, you take Normandy out,
and you, uh, get the cash before anyone notices.
- I mean, it's a... it's a smart idea. - Yeah.
Could Sam have been shorting his own stock?
It's doubtful. Sam was the majority shareholder.
He'd make $10 million in the short position
and lose $20 million in stock value.
I say if anything, Sam was a victim of the short position.
If you're dissatisfied with your Sourdough Sam sub,
feel free to fill out a comment card,
and a customer representative will get back to you
as soon as possible.
Look...
Yeah. I'll get you your money.
I just need more time.
"I just need more time. More time."
They always need more time.
I'll double your percentage. 20%.
Yeah?
What?
Oh. No, no more.
Please. Oh!
More.
Now.
You never learn, Sam.
Oh!
No!
Ah!
Chow. Look, just think... this thing through.
I'm no good to you dead.
Oh.
Oh, please.
You have 48 hours to get me my money.
Or else next time,
it won't be shitty sandwiches down your mouth.
Are we clear?
- Yeah? - Yeah.
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Get out of my...
She just jumped in front of my car.
You know, it could've happened to anyone.
Yeah, anyone who was drunk.
Which is what the prosecution will present.
And then it's your job to poke holes
in their bullshit argument.
Well, I can't do that if you won't be honest with me.
- I have been honest. - Why did Cassie move out?
That's none of your business.
Okay, you have been withholding information from me
that is relevant to the case,
and I can't properly defend someone
with my hands tied behind my back.
Cassie and I thought it would be best to live separately
after the accident, for Michael's sake.
Bullshit.
Nobody moves out of her house because her husband
- got into an accident. - We had an argument.
Okay? You happy?
Cassie was all over me.
- What about? - Oh, just...
Picking and prodding and...
Come on, just tell me what happened.
She thought I was cheating on her.
Okay, when, uh, were you planning
on telling me that she can crucify us?
She's not gonna go against me.
Oh, the scorned wife who can put the final nail
in the cross of her cheating husband
opts to testify on his behalf?
- You need to fix this! - I've tried.
Try harder!
Hi.
- Hey, Justin. - Um...
What brings you up here with the living?
Well, I have Normandy's completed autopsy file
and tox report,
and there was nothing illegal in his system
at the time of his death.
Cool. Thanks.
Is there something else?
Yeah, um...
Dinner. Tomorrow? Us?
Me and you?
But, I mean, we work together, so...
That's where most people meet, statistically speaking, so...
Yeah, it's... it's different for cops, right?
Well, lucky for us, I'm a doctor. I'm not a cop.
So 8:00?
And I'm used to women being silent.
They're usually lying on a cold slab,
waiting for me to cut them up, but...
Uh, um...
What's so funny? What's up, Burn?
- Um... - Um...
Uh, I have to get back downstairs.
- The, uh, dead are waiting. - Yeah.
- All right. See you later. - Bye.
What did Burn want?
- Nothing, just... - Hey, heads up.
My office.
We matched on the bike used in the Billy James murder.
- Where? - Abandoned in Crissy Field.
Same make and model from the tire tracks found at the scene.
- Any prints? - I doubt it.
The bike was dumped in a lake.
But I sent it to the lab for results just in case.
Identifiable marks on the bike?
It's a rental from this bike shack in Crissy Field.
On our way.
Adler dug out the name
of the broker who shorted Sourdough Sub stock.
Any connection to Normandy?
Not that she could find. Go prove her wrong.
- Got it. - Yeah.
Listen, I want you to sell 50,000 shares at 32 1/2. Okay?
32 1/2. And don't screw it up this time!
There we go. Thank you.
Well, don't just stand there with your dick in your hand.
We need to take a look at your books.
Oh, okay. You got a warrant for that, sweetie?
Her name is Inspector Mulligan.
Don't I know you?
You don't.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
You're that cop who shot that unarmed black guy.
Yeah. What's that like, to shoot someone?
- You having fun? - A little.
- Great. Let's have some fun. - Ooh, yeah, there's a back room.
It's very private if you want to have your world rocked.
What did you just say?
I was thinking more along the lines of discussing
- your involvement with... - insider trading.
Oh, I'm sorry. Did I hit a nerve?
I have never been involved with insider trading.
You recently set up an account with somebody
- a few months ago... - I start accounts all the time...
Let me finish.
This one was short a large amount of Sourdough Sub stocks.
Sourdough Subs. Okay, yes.
It's a good multiple, top performer in its sector.
Uh, you know, until the golden goose
took two in the dome.
I made a...
I made a fortune for my client with that.
We need to know the name on that account.
Look, we can make this official,
drag you in for questioning.
Okay, okay, okay.
There it is. Otto Brooks. Okay?
- You two ever meet? - No, we only spoke on the phone.
I just know his address, where to send his monthly statements.
- 1310 Hickey Road. - Where is that?
DeBell Golf Club.
- Can I help you? - No.
There you go.
See what happens when you finish your swing?
Excuse us.
Otto Brooks?
Guess that depends on who's asking.
Since when is it a crime to get lucky in the stock market?
It's not, but accessory to murder is.
Normandy dies, and your bank account rises.
That's... that's not a good look, Otto.
Profiting off the downfall of others is the American dream.
Don't hate the player. Hate the game.
Oh.
Two years as a ski instructor in Vail,
one summer as a tennis pro in Miami.
Not exactly the profile for a savvy investor.
Yeah, how does a guy like you
get enough money to play the stock market?
Maybe some divorcée liked the way I looked with my shirt off,
and wrote me a big fat check.
Are we done here? I got another lesson in 10 minutes.
Get this guy off me! Get him off me!
How 'bout I drag your ass out of here
in front of all your little rich friends, huh? How 'bout that?
Aah! Okay, okay! Don't! You're gonna break my arm.
I know. I know I am.
Okay, okay, okay. Just let me go. Let me go.
About six months ago,
I got a call from my old college roommate.
Keep talking.
We hadn't spoke in years.
He asked me if I wanted to make some money.
I said, "Sure, what's the catch?"
He said, "No catch.
"Just keep your mouth shut, do as I say,
and I'll make you a million dollars."
So I did.
What's his name?
Nick.
Rosenthal. Nick Rosenthal.
Normandy's business manager.
Doesn't anyone have a job?
They're all in tech. Free spirits and long lunches.
- Hey, enjoy your ride, guys. - Thanks.
And take lots of pictures.
It's a beautiful day for memories.
Bike ride for the handsome couple?
Oh. What a shame.
Yeah, we need to ask you about a bike that was stolen here
- three days ago. - I told the officer the other day,
people steal bikes all the time.
I stopped reporting 'em because no one ever gets caught.
Here's the make and model number.
We need to find the name of the person,
whoever rented that particular bike,
of all the ones that were stolen.
- Let me check the computer. - Thanks.
Devin and Sarah Steckler.
- Steckler. Got it. - Thanks.
You got it.
Uh, so...
you rented the bike from the kiosk.
And then...
We went to this really cute sidewalk café on Stanyan Street.
They have the best crab benedict I have ever tasted.
They use too much hollandaise.
They do not.
If you could stick to information about the bike,
that would be very helpful.
There was a bike rack outside, so we...
Locked our bikes and didn't think much of it.
I locked mine, but Sarah didn't.
Yes, I did.
Then how did it get stolen?
I don't know, Devin. Why don't you tell me?
You seem to know everything.
Because you didn't lock the bike.
Do we really have to do this in front of the police?
I'm sure they've seen worse.
- Mm-hmm. - We have.
- Mm. - Okay.
When we were done with lunch,
we came outside to finish our ride around the park and...
One... one bike was gone.
Do you remember the name of the restaurant?
Cafe Fruits De Mer. And ask for Andre.
Yeah, tell him Devin sent you.
Or Sarah.
He's a personal friend of ours.
Devin and Sarah? Never heard of them.
They said they were personal friends.
Well, it is my job to make people feel special.
- And I am very good at my job. - Huh.
Look, we're just trying to track down a bike that was stolen
in front of your restaurant.
If it's not on my premises, then it is not my problem.
Do you have security cameras?
We're not some cheap mini-mart
with a camera hanging on the walls.
Look, um, here's our card.
You think of anything, anything at all,
give us a call, okay?
Well, happy hour is 5 to 7. You come back anytime.
Ask for Andre.
- Merci. - Mm.
So you steal a bike in broad daylight
and use it as a getaway for murder.
I mean, it just doesn't make sense.
We need eyes.
There's gotta be a security camera somewhere
that must've seen something.
There. Right there.
Bingo, baby.
That's your bike on the left.
Shit! We're blind.
Um, fast forward.
Fast forwarding isn't gonna make a bus disappear.
Please.
- Three bikes. - Are you kidding me?
He takes it exactly when we can't see him?
You think he just got lucky?
That bus runs every 30 minutes, like clockwork.
Hmm.
He knew that bus was gonna block us.
So I told her,
I'm like, "You're a bad teacher."
She didn't believe me, she's like...
Why do I need to take it...
- I gotta go. - Okay, bye.
- I'll see you. See you guys. - All right.
- Bye. - Yeah.
Isn't make me go to my SAT prep during my summer vacation
enough punishment?
You have to come and embarrass me in front of my friends?
Come on, Michael, just get in the car.
What do you want, Dad?
I'm sorry.
Did you hear me, Michael?
Sorry for what?
Ruining my last year of high school?
Leaving me to take care of Mom?
For all of it.
Just... I just need my family back.
Maybe we don't need you.
Just wait. Wait.
Okay?
All right.
Let me tell it to you straight.
If your mother and I get divorced,
I'll have to support two separate households.
I can't do that and send you to college out of state.
Okay. We are in this mess because of you.
Why do I have to suffer your consequences?
You don't.
All you have to do is help me get our family back together.
You do that,
and I'll pay for whatever school you want.
Otherwise, you're going to community college
right here in the Bay Area.
It's always some sort of deal with you.
This is ridiculous.
Explain this.
Well, my reconstruction expert was reviewing the tire tracks
from the crime scene.
1,000 bucks to look at evidence?
If you want to put a price tag on your freedom,
you might want to start looking for another lawyer.
Is that a threat?
All I'm saying is it is better to be poor and free
than rich and locked up.
Huh. Yeah.
What about this?
We need to focus on your case,
not squabble over my hourly rate.
Oh, don't you ever forget who works for whom.
Okay. This isn't a courtroom,
and you can't bully me like you used to do with the jurors.
I practiced law with honor and integrity.
I wasn't some two-bit DUI lawyer chasing the next paycheck.
Well, this two-bit DUI lawyer
is the only thing between you and prison bars.
Remember that.
You're kicking me out?
You're gonna have to get used to the fact
that you're not in control anymore.
Those days are over, Mario.
Psst!
I heard was Mr. Arkin said.
You don't have to live like that.
Manifest your destiny.
Be the future you want to be.
And what do I do with this?
Hang it in a place that you'll look at every day.
Let it be the guide to getting back your power.
It's half done.
Oh, on purpose.
You can finish it with your wife. Together.
Okay, we'll be here.
All right.
Nick's on his way.
- You need to get that? - No.
What?
Come make coffee with me for a second?
Ah, what's up?
Um...
Burnside keeps asking me out.
Burnside?
Yeah.
What do you think I should do?
Burnside.
I...I didn't think he had it in him.
Well, he clearly does.
Well...
Go ahead, Burnside.
So... what should I do?
What... look here, I'm not gonna be your Dear Abby.
No, no, no. I'm not... I'm not asking you to be.
I'm just... you know.
I think, um, I think Burnside's cool.
You know, he's a nice guy.
And I think if you want to go out with him,
you should go out with him.
You know?
Okay, well, I'm only saying it because, you know,
I'm trying to be an adult and move on from...
what happened between us
- in a responsible way. - Oh, yeah. I get it.
That's the only reason I've even thinking about it.
Yeah.
Well, there's your answer right there. Have a good date.
Hey.
Can I help you?
Yeah, this one said she had information
on Siletti's accident.
You're looking at felony drug possession.
It's not like you got pinched with a gram of weed.
Heroin ain't no joke.
- Think about your future. - I am.
That's why I'm not talking to no cops for nothing.
We can't promise anything
because it's out of our jurisdiction...
I don't care about that.
Just let me go home, and I'll tell you what you wanna know.
I will personally walk this into the A.G.'s office
and tell them how cooperative you've been.
A.G.? What's an A.G.?
This case is being handled by
the Attorney General's office, not the SFPD.
So? What does that mean for me?
What that means is that you tell us everything you know,
and we will do our best to make sure
your charges are dropped.
You promise?
My word.
Fine.
What do you wanna know?
- Tell us what you saw. - I saw it all.
The car hit the woman, the body flying through the air.
Where were you?
I was on the roof, tagging up a billboard.
I heard this loud lady on the phone,
so I looked down to see what was going on,
and car comes out of nowhere and...
Jacked her up good.
I know I should've called the cops,
but I had just scored, and you know how it is.
So...
your boy Otto gave you up real quick.
Gave me up for what?
You shorted Sourdough Sub stock and had Normandy killed, right?
This is how cops treat people who come in voluntarily?
Only the ones that, uh, benefit from Normandy Parker's death.
If you wanna ask me about Normandy's finances,
I'm happy to answer any questions.
But this line of questioning
I'm... I'm not very comfortable with.
Well, we have Otto's bank records here.
Money going from his account into yours.
It's only matter of time before we connect you to Billy.
Why would I hire Billy to kill Normandy for $2 million,
when I can wait for Sam
to run his company into the ground for 20?
Shit.
Ooh.
Don't stop. Keep talking.
Or take your chances with a jury of your peers. Your choice.
Uh...
um, a few months before Normandy was shot,
Sam asked me to transfer $4 million
from Normandy's 401
into Sourdough Sub's main account.
He blamed it on the company needing an influx of cash flow
for their East Coast expansion.
But I-I knew that he was full of shit.
So did you do it?
I would never do that to Normandy.
We were friends.
So you shorted his stock instead.
That's very friendly of you.
I took advantage of a situation.
Sam's been siphoning off funds for years.
I've seen his books.
- They're... they're fully cooked. - Hmm.
It was only a matter of time before the stock went to zero.
Robbing Peter to pay Paul is a flawed business plan.
So who's Paul in this scheme?
I-I don't know.
But whoever it is, Sam owes them a lot of money.
So Sam Rydell's the next Bernie Madoff?
I don't really care.
You still haven't told us why he wanted Normandy killed.
How 'bout 10 million reasons?
Give us one.
Have either one of you ever heard of
a key man insurance policy?
Sam Rydell had a $10 million insurance policy
out on Normandy Parker.
Well, how do you purchase life insurance on someone
if you aren't related?
You become CEO of a publicly traded company,
and then you take out a key man policy
on that company's spokesman.
Sam needed quick cash or his whole scheme would fall apart.
So his own play was to take out Normandy
and collect on the claim.
So if Sam hollowed out the company,
then Normandy's stock is virtually worthless, right?
So that's why Normandy kept playing football
with that aneurysm. He had to make the money.
That means Normandy knew what Sam was doing.
No, no, no. Just another athlete screwed over by the people
he trusted the most. Add him to the list, right?
All right, bring Sam in.
Uh, all we've got are
implications of financial impropriety, right?
He's the strongest lead we got.
The S.C.C. and FBI will take care of any fraud.
We have two dead bodies. Bring his ass in.
Mm-hmm. All right.
Hello?
Amanda.
No, calm down.
Where are you right now?
All right, we're on our way.
Safe's empty.
Oh, my God. They knew where he kept his money.
Who's they?
They made him open the safe. Don't you get it?
Who are you talking about?
Some Chinese guys that came over last week.
They were yelling at Sam,
telling him they were gonna break his arm
if he didn't come up with their money.
Sam's a wealthy guy.
What's he doing borrowing money from Chinese thugs?
He gambles, and it's not like normal people do.
He doesn't stop. The last time he took me to Vegas,
we didn't even make it out of the casino.
He just sat there at the card table
just giving them his money.
All right, you came here today to have lunch with Sam.
Then what happened?
I walked into the den and I saw all of this.
I figured we've been robbed.
Is anything else missing?
His car. I-I know that they took him. I know they did.
- Ma'am, just... just try to calm down. - You're not listening to me.
His phone is still here.
He doesn't go anywhere without his phone.
You can check for yourself.
Okay, okay.
I got it.
Hildy?
You might want to come over here for a second.
- What is it? - Nothing, ma'am.
Is that blood?
Oh, my God. He's dead. They took him. I know they did.
This is weird.
Oh. We're out of practice.
Don't worry, we'll be back to arguing whether we should have
pork chops or lemon chicken for dinner in no time.
Well said.
Can't believe what's going on with the Normandy case.
Uh, Michael.
It's all anyone at school's talking about.
Well, do you think your father wants to talk about a case
- that he would've had... - I don't mind.
- Okay.
It's the lead story on ESPN every night.
They have on these legal experts
who don't know what they're talking about,
breaking down every detail of the case.
Well, if I were still D.A., I would've charged Billy James.
He'd still be alive and we'd get some answers.
The team is gonna wear patches on their jerseys
to honor Normandy.
Number 8. Gone, but not forgotten.
I find the whole thing so sad.
The roast is very good. It's moist.
Thank you.
You should've seen the three burnt ones I threw in the trash.
I'm getting better.
This is nice, being all together like this.
- Thank you. - Mm-hmm.
You know what?
You did the right thing, convincing your mom to come.
It's best for everyone.
You don't know what's best for me.
I look great in red.
So...
Where you going?
Out.
Huh.
So I'm gone for a couple of weeks, and you go all New Age.
Yeah. It's supposed to empower me.
Mm. To do what?
Take control my future.
Hmm.
I'm glad you came tonight.
It's important that we take this thing on together
as a united front.
I know about the conversation that you had with Michael,
the deal you made.
He wasn't supposed to tell you.
Well, he's half you, half me.
And the good half couldn't lie to his mother.
I didn't mean to trick you
- into any kind of... - I know you didn't.
You know, this thing goes bad, Cass,
there's no coming back.
For either of us.
I get how serious this is and that's why I'm back.
'Cause you need me now, and I will be there for you.
Thank you.
But... I have conditions.
Conditions?
Actually, more like stipulations.
- What, are we negotiating now? - No.
This is a take it or leave it deal.
Okay.
I'm listening.
I need you to be 100% honest with me from now on.
No more half-truths.
Never again.
And I want you to treat me as an equal,
as a full partner.
I promise.
I'm the only one.
I cannot do this if I'm one of many.
You above any.
Beg for it.
What?
I want you
to beg me for it.
I'll do whatever you want, Cass.
You know that.
You know, I think I like you like this.
Oh? Like what?
Mine.
Oh, don't even think about it.
It's not fair. All my friends at school wear makeup.
- You're 11. - Almost 12.
Well, when you're almost 16, we can talk about it, okay?
It's not right. The braids are too loose.
- Honey, I don't have time right now. - But you promised.
Okay, come here. Quick, quick, quick.
Who are you going out with tonight?
Oh, just a friend.
- Terry? - No.
- Then who? - You... you don't know him.
Hey, stay still or I can't do it.
Another cop?
No, he's... he's not a cop.
- I thought you only worked with cops. - I do.
I don't understand.
- He helps us solve crimes. - How?
What is with all the questions?
Just tell me what he does and I'll leave you alone.
All right, fine.
He cuts up dead bodies.
Gross.
Coming!
- Hi. - Hi.
- Come on in. - Thanks. Hello.
I heard you cut up dead bodies.
You must be Louise, huh?
Do they ever come back to life like those zombies on TV?
Never. Not once yet. I've been waiting for that.
And when one does, I'm gonna call you, okay?
Okay.
- You look nice. - Oh, thanks. So do you.
Thanks. You ride?
Oh. No, not since I was a teenager.
- Don't be such a wimp, Mom. - Oh.
Cool bike.
Thank you.
Um, are you cool if we just take separate rides?
- Yeah. Yeah, yeah, of course. - Okay.
She'd love a ride on your motorcycle.
All right, fine. Two against one. You win.
I'll do it, okay? Don't get any ideas, Louise.
You're not getting on a bike until you're 30. All right?
- Ready? - Yeah.
- Bye. - Good to meet you.
- Nice to meet you, too. - Love you.
- You good? - Yeah, I'm good.
- Arm. - Oh, thanks.
I don't wanna wipe out.
- You look nice. - Oh. Well, thank you.
You already said that, but...
It's worth saying it twice.
Okay.
This one is yours.
- You ready? - I guess so.
All right, if I go too fast for you, you just let me know.
All right.
All right, you good?
I'm good.
Nope, my dad taught me how to ride.
When I was a little kid,
we used to build bikes together in the garage
and then strip 'em down and...
That was actually my introduction
to doing autopsies.
Hmm. Well, you ride pretty good... for a doctor, that is.
- For a doctor? - Yeah.
Come on. I ride pretty good period.
- You do. - Thanks.
A bunch of my, uh, buddies and I,
we go up to Sturgis every year, you know?
What's Sturgis?
- You don't know Sturgis? - No.
Okay, so it's a town in South Dakota,
but every year in August,
they have the biggest motorcycle rally in the nation.
But it's a 1,400-mile ride from here.
Okay.
Hildy, you've not lived until you've ridden 1,400 miles
on the open road on a bike.
- Really? - Yep.
You're a total motorhead.
Let's just say there's a little more to me
than just cutting up dead bodies.
No, I like it.
Well, my ex did not, but thank you.
Mm.
I'm sorry that you guys couldn't work things out.
- I wasn't supposed to bring that up. - Why?
You're not supposed to bring up ex-relationships
on a first date. That is rule number one.
According to who?
According to an article I read in "Cosmo."
"Cosmo"?
Mm-hmm.
Don't go dissing on "Cosmo."
It's a valuable source of information
for the recently divorced
who would like to ignite a second act.
So...
Is that what this is? A second act?
Well... I'm hoping.
Cheers.
Sourdough Sub stock is down 15% in after hours trading
off reports that SFPD is searching
for missing CEO and founder Sam Rydell.
Hey, I just wanted to give you an update on Sam.
Yeah, gone missing. I heard.
Right. Well, we will find him.
We'll find him, sir.
Uh, if you don't need anything else, I was gonna head home.
You know, every time we make progress in this case,
we hit a dead end.
Sam will pop up, sir.
It's really difficult these days to, uh, disappear.
Soon as he breathes, we'll get him.
Sit.
- I won't tell if you don't. - Uh-oh!
So, uh, word has it that you're going out
for the, uh, the D.A. job.
Is that true?
Nah.
That's just a rumor.
There you go.
No, I probably shouldn't tell you this, but...
I got offered something last year.
- Mnh-mnh. - I turned it down.
For real? Why?
Mm.
Come on, leave this place to go practice law?
I couldn't do it.
Hey, man.
I know you've been through the ringer recently.
But you'll get past this.
All right, you'll feel like a cop again.
Man, I hope so.
There's baggage that comes with the job.
Sometimes it's personal, sometimes it's professional.
Most of the time, it's both.
But it's worth it.
Only people who wear the badge know that.
You know, you can't explain it to someone.
You can't... you can't tell them what it's like to be a cop.
So, uh, how's Hildy doing with all this, huh?
She... she hate me now?
Koto.
Where?
Yeah, we're on our way.
Put those out. We're on the move.
Okay, what do we got?
Vehicle registration, Detective.
Oh, boy.
Thanks.
- All right, see ya. - Yeah.
Hey.
- Hey. - Sam's car?
Yeah.
No damage.
Clearly, he wasn't forced off the road.
Whoever he was with had his keys.
See if there's anything inside.
I got something here. It's a jacket.
What's this?
- S.R. - Sam Rydell.
Uh-huh.
Wang Fun Karaoke Bar. Huh.
Yeah, the Tongs own that spot.
So he owed the Tongs money, couldn't pay up,
they threw him off the bridge.
Or they tried to scare him and something happened.
Either way, it's a long way down.
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