["Keep in the Dark" by Temples playing]
♪ Keep in the dark to stay out of the light ♪
♪ Just sleeping in the sunlight ♪
[siren wailing]
♪ La...
ERIC: I need an ambulance. Hurry.
My mom-- she's fucking dying, okay?
Just get over here.
♪ La...
[vocalizing]
[indistinct chatter]
[door buzzes]
[quiet knock]Fisher.
LYNCH: This is an interview
Conducting the interview is Sergeant Ian Lynch,
October 19, 2003, 13:16, Pacific Time.
Present to be interviewed is Eric Fisher.
On June 9, 2003, you sent a complaint
of employee misconduct to the LAPD
about a letter dated May 7, 1996,
written to the California Board of Prison Terms
by Lieutenant Dave Russell,
lead I.O. in the 1983 murder of your mother Mary Fisher,
the crime that you were convicted of in 1985.
Now, in the letter,
Russell claimed he'd discovered additional...
He lied. Lied.Sorry...
Look, Mr. Fish...Lied, under color of authority.
Mr. Fisher, please.
[clears throat]I have to get all this on record.
Russell claimed he'd discovered additional evidence...
"Additional evidence,
"which further pointed towards his guilt.
"I met with Carl Horowitz, the new owner of the Fisher home.
"Mr. Horowitz informed me that he found $150
"hidden in the attic above Eric Fisher's old bedroom,
"the exact amount missing from his mom's purse
on the day of the crime."
Is that enough?
Yeah, sure.
If I killed my mom for that 150 bucks, where was it?
Wasn't on me, wasn't in the house.
At the trial, Detective Russell never had a good answer.
But now, you know, almost 16 years later, I'm up for parole,
and he just goes and he makes one up.
Yeah. I talked to Mr. Horowitz.
He never found the money and he never even met Dave Russell.
Which you knew going in, because my P.I.,
Charlie Shannon, got a sworn statement
from Mr. Horowitz stating he never found any money.
So did I.
Mr. Fisher, even if Dave Russell
admits that he lied...[clears throat]
this is not the home run that you think it's gonna be.
No, I know...There's just not enough to reopen your case.
I-- that's-that's my point.
Look,
if Detective Russell lied
years later about finding money to keep me here,
what else did he lie about to put me here in the first place?
Right?
[paper shuffling]
I have 52 provable lies,
acts of official misconduct
and crimes committed by Dave Russell.
Provable?Yes.
So Lieutenant Russell testified
that you couldn't see your mother through the window.
Yes, 'cause of glare from the sun,
except there was no sun.
March 10, 1983. Overcast all day.
Yeah. That's why he went back when there was sun,
so that he could prove it to the court.
March 23, two weeks later.
Bright and sunny, all day.
Uh, sit down, please.
Sure.
Russell buried evidence intentionally.
Yes. Same way he made it up, like finding the 150 bucks.
Here.
On top. The handwriting.
"Pete Calistana: gardener saw someone..."
"Someone." He saw someone leaving the house.
The gardener saw someone leaving right before I got there.
Go to the next page.
Now, that is from Russell's chrono.
"Pete Calistana." Halfway down.
"Get a statement."Yes. Same name,
same number.
W- Where's the statement? Where's the tape?
Don't ask me. [scoffs softly]
Ask Russell.
[recorder clicks]
[door buzzes in distance]
This is Chris Keller's rap sheet.
Two pages of robbery, burglary, assault.
This is Russell's version.
[taps table]Nothing.
Clean as a whistle.
Because he input
the wrong date of birth.
You think that was a mistake?
If Chris Keller killed your mother,
then why is there no evidence?
Because Russell fucking got rid of it.
Look, why would he lie
to my parole board? Hmm?
To keep me here.
Because if I got out, people would know what he did.
What about what wasthere?
Forensic evidence.
It's his crime scene.
Well, it was kind of crowded.
SIDs, uniforms, other detectives.
So, they were all in on it.
They said, you know, "Forget Keller,
let's-let's frame the Fisher kid."
No, no, no, no. That's not what I'm saying.
Well, it is, kind of.
You're saying that Chris did it.
Ever since 1996, anyway, when he killed himself.
All right, you know what? I told Russell about Chris right away.
So did my dad.
My lawyer tried, but the judge shut it down.
We weren't even allowed to say his fucking name.
Because there was no evidence.
What are you talking about-- fucking evidence! Jesus, man!
You're not investigating shit!
You're protecting him!
I need checkable facts.
All I'm hearing is speculation.
Well, then, you're not fucking listening!
Dave Russell destroyed the fucking facts!
No. Okay, okay. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry I yelled. I shouldn't have yelled.
Wait, just-- okay.
Okay, I-- don't go.
I'll calm down.
Look, you just got here. Don't leave.
Please don't leave.
You just got here! Don't leave.
[paper shuffling]
Okay, take this. Take this and talk--
talk to Shannon!
♪
[indistinct chatter]
[door buzzes in distance]
Get up.
Hey, I'm Benny.
Get up.
I'm fine up there.Give me your card.
I didn't want to touch your stuff, so I figured
I would leave it. Looked important.Shut up.
And you're Eric.
Move your shit.
[sighs]
REPORTER [over radio]: On Friday, the estimated
$274 million Disney Concert Hall
will finally open its doors to the general public.
Heralding the much anticipated...
Oh, Jesus.
...hall, the Los Angeles Philharmonic
will perform Stravinsky's Rite of Springas the...
How was Eric?How do you know where I live?
I'm Charlie Shannon.
[trunk opens]
His case files.
I don't want to know how you got these.
The old-fashioned way.
I tracked down every lawyer that ever touched the case,
every piece of discovery.
I would like you to leave.
If Dave Russell buried evidence, the proof is in those books.
You're a cop. You can make archive requests,
see what's missing.
Take down a dirty cop and get an innocent man out of prison.
A man who bashed in his mother's brains.
Even if you're right, which you're not,
Dave Russell fucked with the evidence.
The man's a detective lieutenant.
A boss.
You want that kind of department?
All right, get the books.
Let's see here.
Uh, this one.
Hey. Come on.
That shit ain't right, man!
Son of a bitch.
Like my sponsor says, you can't quit before the miracle.
It's a process, baby.
If he didn't take the files now, he will soon.
You'll make it happen.
You're the miracle man.
[phone ringing]
SANDY [over answering machine]: Hi.
You've reached Charlie Shannon Investigations.
Leave a message.[beep]
AUTOMATIC PHONE OPERATOR: This is a collect call from...
ERIC: Eric Fisher.OPERATOR:...an inmate at...
No.No, no, not now, man.
Press one to accept the call.
[sighs]
[phone beeps]
ERIC: I blew it, Charlie.
This guy Lynch...
...somehow, he pushed all my buttons,
and I just let him fucking do it.
Yeah, that's not what he told me.
You talked to him?
I called as soon as he landed.
Asked me to bring him your files.
Eric? You still there?
You swear on your life?
On all that is holy, yes.
I swear.
[dial tone humming]
[phone beeps]
MICHAEL: Let's finish it up for 2,000.
ALEX TREBEK: The Quran is written.
Seventh century.
That was in the seventh century.
Michael?MICHAEL: Seven "Cs" for 1,200.
TREBEK: These marine snails
with whorled shells include the largest living snail.
Michael?What are cone snails?
Conch.TREBEK: No.
Scott.SCOTT: What are crustaceans?
TREBEK: No. "What are conch shells?"
Michael.
You know you got to phrase it as a question, right?
Deal. My question is...
...okay if I sit here?
MICHAEL: Uh, Seven "Cs" for 2,000.
TREBEK: 36,198 feet down in the Marianas Trench,
the deepest point on Earth is named "this Deep."
Challenger Deep.
It's called the Challenger Deep.
And that'll do it for the round.[laughs softly]
We're gonna take our first break.
Where'd you learn all this stuff?
[TV announcer speaking indistinctly]
My mom. She homeschooled me.
How'd you get here?
Oh, you mean what am I... in for?
You're not supposed to ask me that.
You don't have to tell me.
My dad left when I was little.
It was just me and my mom.
She taught me during the day and saw guys at night.
She liked sex.
Guys liked her. We needed money.
"All groups of people have kind men and unkind men."
One night, a guy got rough with her.
Huge, mean... unkind.
And he was hurting her.
My mom.
I hurt him back.
When the cops showed up, they said it was my fault.
I mean, your mom must've backed you up, right?
The guy was a Santa Cruz County Sheriff,
a fucking cop.
[buzzer sounds over P.A.]
I should've bit off his leg. [chuckles]
MAN [over P.A.]: Lights out, all blocks, all tiers.
Lights out.[lights clank]
[grunts]
Your turn.
What are you in for?
Uh...
Uh, it's... [stammers]
Me, too.[TV shuts off]
My, uh, my mom.
♪
RICK: We need a warrant. This judge is close.
I don't care if you've got Judge Wapner and a pen
living in your panties; we got to move.
Put it down.
Hey--
The fuck, Karen?RUSSELL: What's the problem?
My partner says the roommate can't consent to a search.
Your partner's right.
You think the roommate knows that? Hey, if he does,
why don't you ask him if he wants to sit outside on
his heels for four or five hours while you go and get the paper?
No paper, no consent.
That's right. You can't. It's an illegal search.
Sir, we can't wait. The vic says the rape drugs are at his place,
but they won't be if we give him time to get home and clean up.
What if you just saw them?
Thoughts, Detective?
We back out, hold the scene, get the paper,
find them when we get back.
RUSSELL: Or you could just stand here
and do nothing.
Lieutenant Russell? Ian Lynch.
Ah, Lynch. Internal Affairs. Yeah.
The Eric Fisher beef.
Yes. Is there someplace we can talk?
Shithead who killed his mother, who I put in prison,
who deserves to die there-- that guy?
Maybe we could sit down.You don't seem like a lifer,
huh, Sarge? [laughs]
Chasing down cops, pushing around papers--
that can't be your dream.
An interview room. That'd-that'd work.
An interview room. My union rep.
Give you the broken chair, make you feel
like a tilted, worthless piece of shit.[laughs]: No, no. No, no.
Straight up, cop to cop.
My office, come on. Okay.
LYNCH: The thing is is that the new homeowner,
Mr. Horowitz, said that, uh, he'd never met you.
Horowitz?
Really?
And that he never found $150 above Fisher's old room.
Seriously?
Huh.
He's right.
I talked to the wife.
Mrs. Horowitz is deceased, sir.
Really? That's too bad. She's a nice lady.
We done?
Did she give you the money?
That's a nice bag.
It's practical.
Smart. Thanks.
They make it in men's, too.
No, she didn't give me the money.
She just told me where she found it.
[recorder clicks]Can we talk off the record?
Um, so it seems that the only person
that can clear me of this beef
is no longer with us.
On the other hand, there's no way that you can prove
that it didn't happen just like I said.
You got a copy of the killer's complaint?
You have the right to request one.
Well, it's a "he said, she said."
These are tough cases.
Huh, this one's even tougher 'cause it's, uh, "he said..."
Look, she died.
And the way I see it, the worst finding
that you can give me is a "Not Resolved."
Now, you want to stick it to a lieutenant,
use me to promote, that's fine. [chuckles]
I'll take the "Not Resolved."
Always a pleasure, Sergeant.
Game over.
Good guys win.
What the fuck?
Give me that blade.
It's okay. I'm almost finished.
Give me the fucking blade.
[toilet flushes]
Want me to do you?
We'd be brothers.
COUNSELOR BARNES: Initial diagnosis on intake here.
As what, man, schizophrenic?
Bipolar?
Look, he needs a psych facility.
All right? He needs real treatment.
I need to dunk like Mike, but that's not happening either.
Look.
Past five years, gen pop has tripled.
We don't have the resources.
On the other hand,
if you're saying he's violent, a danger to himself or others...
That's not what I'm saying. If I say that,
you're just gonna toss him in the SHU.
Yeah, 'cause solitary, that'll fix him right up.
Request a transfer.
Get yourself moved out.
You know Michael Jordan doesn't dunk anymore, right?
The guy sells underwear.
♪
[phone dialing]
[line rings]
SHANNON: Charlie Shannon.
LOUISE: Sergeant Lynch.
Hello.That Russell report
is due today.
You want me to type it up?
My stepson-- he's got a big game today.
He's trying to make the varsity team.
And his mother is too busy.
Oh.
Wish your stepson good luck for me.
[crowd cheering, Lynch laughing]
That's the way you do it!
You slammed it, man.[horn honks]
You're doing the right thing here, man.
Dave Russell's got no idea what's coming for him.
Don't push it.Keep me posted.
[applause, indistinct chatter]
♪
GARCIA: Did you hit your mother with that trophy?
ERIC: No.
GARCIA: Are you lying to me now
regarding what happened to your mother?
ERIC: No.[clattering]
That's it? Wait, I failed?!
No, you fucking-- you rigged it!
I told the truth.
[blow lands]Ow! Fuck!
Did you see that?!
[blow lands][Eric shouting]
GARCIA: You just fucking lied.
LYNCH: His name is Edgar Garcia.
He worked Parker Center back in the '80s.
Yes, I'll hold.
Yeah, I'm still here. Yep.
No, I know that he's retired.
No, I'm looking for his current number.
[whispers]: Jesus.
Yeah, I'll hold.
Right. Th-There's no statement
or why it isn't there and should be.
Look, I know things get lost.
I've got the whole chrono in front of me.
[quiet knock]JOE: Ian?
Yeah, hang on a second. Uh...
What? What's up?Do you want me to get in back?
No, come-- G-Get in.
S- Sorry, I got to, I got to go.
Nice glove.All right.
All right.
If you caught a beef
from manufacturing evidence in a homicide case
a- and you didn't do it,
you're telling me that you would accept a finding
of "Not Resolved"?
If you were an I.A. captain
and one of your people took four months
to investigate one copper's letter to the parole board...
If you didn't do it,
the only finding you would accept is "Unfounded."
You would want complete clearance.
Plate.
Word around the office is the captain's pissed.
You're taking too long, Ian.[door closes]
Just give him the "Not Resolved."
Wrap it up, Sergeant.
I wouldn't mind it if you made lieutenant.
Fuck.
[indistinct chatter]
What are you doing?
Guys are in a hurry.
He's next.
Go.
Let's try Ogden Nash for $200.
TREBEK: Candy is dandy, but this is quicker.
Traci.
TRACI: What is liquor?TREBEK: Liquor is right.
Or Chris Keller.
He's really fucking quick.
TREBEK: ...lofty legs, I'm glad it sits
to lay its eggs. Michael.
MICHAEL: What is the ostrich?TREBEK: Right.
Sorry.
Who isChris Keller?
[TV continues playing indistinctly]
[choking]
You reading my fucking files?
I can't... I-I can't breathe.
[gasping]
You can't do that.
I won't. I swear.
But I got to show you one thing.
Telephone records. March 10.
There were three numbers dialed from your mom's phone that morning.
How much did you fucking read?
Your dad's office, the fire department for help,
and this.
10:22 a.m. Before the murder.
"Subscriber: Does Not Exist."
Now, who could that be?
Here. Keller's mom.
The detective who interviewed her-- Connor, James.
Who gives a fuck?I do.
I give many fucks.
You're my friend.
Connor called her to set up the interview.
But look at her number.
3833. Fuck me.
Fuck Chris Keller.
What a pussy.
He kills your mom, then tries to call his.
But I'm-I'm done.
I- I swear. I won't look at any more.
No, that's okay.
No more crullers, Cap.[grunts softly]
Not why I'm here.
Your I.A. guy, Lynch.
I just ran into Wallis from Valley Bureau.
He said that Lynch reached out to Ed Garcia.
Garcia-- I don't think I know him.
Firearms analyst. Retired now.
Started off as a poly examiner downtown.
Doesn't ring a bell.
♪
Come on, swallow me, you bitch.
Yes! Way to go.Ah!
All right.
See you Wednesday, sweetheart.
[sighs]
That's another reason.
Why you never got married.
You used to say that.
Yeah. [chuckles]
You want to... talk about why you're here?
Sergeant Lynch. Internal Affairs.
Fuck me.
He asked me about the letter,
Eric Fisher's parole board,
finding the money.
What did you say to him?
What the fuck do you think I told him?
Hand to God, the money was in the house all these years.
Letter, the money-- don't worry about that, Dave.
No D.A. is gonna file on you for perjury.
But this Lynch asshole...
...he's not gonna stop with the letter.
I'm not hiding anything.Doesn't matter.
This town, since Rodney K?
Shitting on good coppers is organized sport.
What does your rep say?
[scoffs]
Fuck. [chuckles softly]
I didn't need one.
Russ, pull the pin.
You got 30 plus. Take the money, walk.
You don't owe these bastards a goddamn thing.
Then what would I do?
This Lynch guy comes after you and there's a civil suit,
if I'm you, I take everything but my socks,
put it in Debbie's name, yesterday.
That ain't gonna happen.
[quietly]: Well...
Why start taking my advice now?
Ain't gonna happen.
[siren wailing]
Shoot.
[siren stops]
DISPATCHER [over radio]: All downtown units.
Uh, all downtown units.
Can we have somebody over at a disturbance in front of...
License and registration, please.
My husband's on the job. That's where we met.
I'm a civilian employee.
Please step out of the car, Mrs. Lynch.
Happy to,
if you show me your badge.[chuckles]
You want I pull you out?
Up to you.
JOE: Mom,
you okay?It's all right, hon.
Big Joe. Baseball star.
How's your big sister?
I want to see your badge now.
I'm gonna let you off with a warning this time, Mrs. Lynch.
Drive safe.
Mom, what was that about?
Hmm?
RUSSELL [recorded]: You lied.
You checked in at 3:00,
as Mark Smith, with the money
that you stole from Mary Fisher's purse.
CHRIS: I didn't steal anything.
RUSSELL: Sure, you did.
You stole it the day before.
CHRIS: No, I didn't.
RUSSELL: Right.
Going off tape, 10:51 a.m., Mountain Standard Time.
Bathroom break.
[clacking on tape]
Back on the record with Chris Keller.
Bathroom break is over.
It is 11:02 a.m., Mountain Standard Time.
So this is what I think happened.
Chris, you tell me if I'm right.
March 8th, two days before the murder...
...you go over to Eric's place.
[dishes clinking]
The two of you do dope together. Right?
Louise? Hey.
[shudders]
[exhales]
Hey.
No, no.
Hey.[panting]
Um...
What happened?
[exhales]
LYNCH: Tell me about Chris Keller.
From the beginning.
How did you two meet?
Pacific Tides House.
Uh, it's a drug rehab.
HENRY: Frankly, I-I don't get this.
Um, on the other hand, I don't think I really need to.
I'm just here in support of my son.
And, uh, if that's what it takes,
then I-I'm 100% in.
I guess I'll just sit back and shut up and, uh,
maybe I'll learn something.
BRENDA: Brenda.
Meth addict and alcoholic.
My parents used to leave my brother
and me alone at the house all the time.
And when I was in the third grade, he...
[quietly]: Chris, you know that you are not supposed to be here.
...and smoking in the basement.
And I thought they were really fucking cool...
ERIC: I heard later that he, uh...
that he pulled a knife on a girl.
He threatened her in a meeting.
Need a ride?
Nowhere to go.
I got a place.
I'm Chris.
I got kicked out.
Yeah, I know.
[rock music playing]
[both laughing, music continues over radio]
♪ You can throw out your education... ♪
Yeah.
♪ Easy money
♪ Down to your last dime, yeah... ♪
I'm gonna get you, Kim!
Whew!
[laughs]
[squeals, giggling]
ERIC: What's up, man? You coming in?
KIM: Have you met Chris? He sleeps in that thing.
[laughs]
Aah![laughs] Aah! My eyes!
My eyes!Fuck you guys.
Chris liked that jacket, but...
he fucking loved knives.
[blues music playing quietly over speakers]
Psst.
[quietly]: Don't.
Made you flinch.
[chuckles, snorts]
All right.
[quietly]: Don't. Don't.
Don't.What's he gonna do,
run after us?
I got a better idea. Just leave it. Come on.
HENRY: Uh, this is surprising, Chris.
Uh, most kids don't like stamps.
CHRIS: My dad collected them, too.
Wherever the Marines sent me,
first thing, I bought stamps.
All these here,
from countries that no longer exist.
They must be worth a lot.
Oh, it's not about the money.
It's about the history.
Prussia. 1917.
Pre-revolution.
Before it became the, uh...
you know, the Weimar Republic.
Hitler and all that.
Yes. Uh-huh.
Yeah, boy.
And these...
these are my favorites.
South Vietnam.
That didn't go so well.
MARY: Watch out, boys.
Here come the war stories.
Chris.
Oh. Thank you.
Here's your beer.
Oh, thank you, dear.Mm-hmm.
Iced tea.
Just what we need.
How's the job hunt going?
Um, you know,
me and Chris are fixing up cars.
Mm-hmm. Well, uh, that's not what I was asking.
Close call.
Uh, I got my whole life in here.
Well, we're so proud of you.
Both of you.
Yeah, and cars is fine.
But, you know, you need a real job.
And, uh, you know, I know how hard it is.
It's, uh, clothes and gas money and whatnot, so...
No. No, no, come on.
Look, I'm-I'm...Here.
Take it. Yeah.
You get a job, we'll call it even.
[engine starts]
[rock music playing over speakers]
One stamp's worth 300 bucks,
the whole collection's got to be, what, like, 100 grand?
We should just take the whole thing.
The whole fucking safe.
They're my parents, man. Taking one's bad enough.
It makes sense. First, a whole country disappears,
and then the stamp.
[laughs]They give me everything,
and I let you steal from them.
Hey, what do you give me, man?
I mean, fuck, you don't even pay rent.
I pay for beer, drugs.
Yeah, with my money.Your dad's money.
Now shut the fuck up or you're next!
♪
I want you out of here.Hey.
Apologize now!
For touching my shit!
I'm sorry. For what?
For touching your shit.
ERIC: Then he was gone.
LYNCH: What, he-he just left?
Moved out?
Went back to his dad's place in, uh, in New Mexico.
You know, I-I don't know when he, when he came back to L.A.,
but-but he did.
Before the murder.
You know that for sure?
At 10:22, on the day of the murder,
somebody made a phone call from my parents' house.
Guess where it goes.
Or, you know, where it's supposed to go
if you're not in a panic because you just killed somebody
or if you're not off by one number at the end.
That's Chris's mom's number.
In Thousand Oaks.
Russell never figured it out.
That's the only reason he left it in the discovery file.
Chris left right before I got there.
Maybe while I was there.
Or, you know, outside, at least.
It's Chris Keller, man.
The man the gardener saw leaving.
It had to be.
There was only one set of footprints: yours.
According to footprint expert Dave Russell.
Hey. Hey.
Sorry I'm late.
It's okay.
Only, what? 50 minutes.
I got to go, Dad.
No way.
We made a plan.
Yeah. We had a plan.
As in past tense.Really?
When did that change? Now?
No.
I called you. Check your messages, Detective.Oh, come on.
Hon, you know I don't know how to use that machine.
I don't. I tried.Uh-huh.
I thought we were gonna go see Grandpa.
Yeah. I can't.
I'm trailing for trial, Dad.
I can't. I really can't.
Who's the client?
I mean, uh, what kind of drugs did he deal?
Oh, please.
He's a student.
Mm-hmm.At UCLA.
Weed, then.
Coke.No.
Actually, you know, he got pulled over
for driving while black in Beverly Hills.
And the cop, who kind of reminds me of somebody that I know...
[chuckles]
...claims he smelled weed.
And then, after a highly illegal search,
he found half a joint in the trunk.
If you think he's telling the truth, then make him testify.
Put a half a joint in your purse, see if he smells it.
[chuckles]
Why?
[chuckles]: He's just gonna lie.
He'll lie his ass off.
And then, as soon as he gets off the stand, he'll bust me.
Wow.
I wonder where you got such a bad impression of cops.
Is that why you work in the PD's office?
[chuckles]You think I'm that kind of cop?
No.
No, I don't.
I don't think you're that kind of cop.
Okay? And I...
I don't want to argue with you, but I have to go.
Tonight, then.
Grandpa's, half an hour.
Then we go to the Boardwalk, Skee-Ball.
I'll kick your ass.[scoffs]
Yeah, there is a first time for everything.
I can't. I'm sorry.
[slurps, sniffs]
You know what? You know why I'm a PD?
Why?
'Cause I thought we both wanted justice.
Besides, Grandpa doesn't even know who I am.
Bye, Daddy.
♪
[exhales sharply]
[takes deep breath]
♪
Something you don't want me to see.
[rock music playing over speakers]
Hey, you look happy, LT.
Beer, newspaper, stale beer nuts.
Life doesn't get any better.
♪
[sniffs]
Um...
it's probably not a great time to ask for career advice.
Hmm.
Bottom line, if you're aiming for RHD...
Mm-hmm...you're in great shape.
D-1 working the sex table.
[grunts softly]
Another year, then homicide.
You make... D-2.
Sex table is homicide.
Rape.
It's murder with a live victim.
See your D.A. cut a deal with the date, uh, rapist.
Rich parents.
Half a gallon of home-brewed rape juice
in the fuck-wad's apartment.
Waste of human skin. [sighs]
My mom wonders why I'm single.
[laughs]
You know, some cases gnaw at you.
My first homicide as an I.O.,
turned out that I had a prior caper with the suspect.
He was this kid.
And it's a "he said, she said" assault beef.
It's a reject.Mm.
And three months later...
he crushes his mother's skull in
with his own, uh, baseball trophy.
Uh, stabbed her.
[whispers]: Jesus. Yeah.
So, if the first case sticks,
then maybe the murder doesn't happen.
Coulda, woulda, shoulda, no.That's...
Coulda, would, shoulda.
That's right.
Fun to play, hard to win.
[sighs softly]
[both chuckle quietly]
Yeah.But if you want to make RHD,
I think you're on the right track.
Which you already know.
Which begs the question: Why are you really here?
[laughs] Busted. Hmm.
I'm here to take you home.
[whispers]: That sounds like a plan.
[both laugh]
Oh, uh, actually, sir...
You're joking.
[sighs]
So was I.
[chuckles]
Ay, you got me.
[chuckles]: Oh, LT, you got me good.
[chuckles]
Maybe you should rethink that RHD plan.
Uh, thanks for the career advice.
I'm sorry I barged in like that.
Hey, you take it easy, all right?
[music playing, quiet chatter]
Hey, bud.
NEWSWOMAN [over TV]: ...there is a personal problem that won't go away:
allegations that the governor-elect groped
more than a dozen women.
MAN: I don't think the issue's gonna go away
until he is willing to have
some form of independent,[microwave beeps]
third-party review of those complaints
to see if there's any criminal liability attached.
NEWSWOMAN: Schwarzenegger says he will hire
a private investigator to look into it,
his first compromise but certainly not his last.
DURAND: Look at the pattern.
The same, all of them.
Thin, zigzag lines.
This print, like all the others, came from Fisher's sneakers.
But...
this pattern here, zigzag, yes.
But this one is thicker,
more accentuated.
Different sneakers.
Someone else's?I'll have to do
more analysis.What do you mean? It's a different pattern,
different shoe.
Uh...
somebody else was in the house.
One of the crims, maybe.
Or a patrol cop.
Full report, peer review, okay?
Whatever it takes, huh?
Okay.
Oh, man, no fucking way.
Are you guys working?
This... this-this doesn't add up.
What are you talking about?At the trial,
the coroner said if the paramedics hadn't showed up,
your mom would have died within 15 minutes.
Add it up.
He gets there, parks, knocks,
goes to the garage and back to the front door--
that's five minutes, easy, before you even see her.
I'm sorry.
Then the window, the pliers, the louvers,
climbing in-- that's... another five minutes.
Add in searching, phone calls,
waiting for help. That's more than 15 minutes.
That's way more.
He taking his meds?
[mumbles]: I don't know.
The coroner said 15 minutes. She should have been dead
by the time he found her, but she wasn't.
She was breathing.FRANKLIN: No,
the coroner lied.You killed her.
You planned the whole thing-- you calledHey...
Chris's mom at 10:22 to make it look like
he did it...Okay, hey. Hey.
That's not true.
No. Benny...
Why would the coroner lie?
Because Russell
told him to.
Everyone lies.
The whole legal system
is built on it.
Yeah.
It's right there, man.
"In this world of lies,
"the truth is forced to fly,
"like a... scared doe
in the woodlands."
Like a scared...
white doe.
The doe's white.
Like Moby.
FRANKLIN: Okay.
The coroner didn't lie.
You did.
I hate...
liars.
[grunts] Guard!
[bone cracks][screams]
You killed her!
[door opens, footsteps approach]You killed her!
Who is Eric Fisher?!
Who is
Eric Fisher?!
[knocking]
You okay?
I've been better.
Benny's in the SHU.
He'll be there a while.
Yeah, well...
make sure he takes his meds.
So is this how he did it?
[muffled cough]
The cop who paid his mom for sex,
and he roughed her up-- is this-this how he did it?
He wait... wait till he fell asleep?
He said his mom
was a hooker?
That he killed a cop?
Oh, shit.
It was just him and his mom.
Then it was just him.
You got off easy.
LYNCH: It's not your shoe print.
It's a thicker zigzag pattern.
Y- You see? It's different.
And that's verified?
Someone else was in the house.
And, uh...
the coroner's files.
Sorry. Uh, try this.
The crims--
they didn't notice it in '83.
The analyst says that the science has...
has improved.
Jesus Christ.
The same pattern.
Uh, Eric, someone stomped down on your mother.
[sighs]
And I'm thinking it's...
Chris Keller.
You see that?
The list.
The misconducts of Dave Russell.
We need to go through them now.
It's gonna take a while.
Yeah. I'm not going anywhere.
[clears throat]
Let's...
let's start, uh, from the inside,
then we'll...
...we'll work our way out.
The body.
She was right there. I- I saw her through that...
that window, and th-that's... that-that's how I-I...
I- I got in.
Uh...
I knew I needed to get to her fast, so I...
I ran to my car.
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