(Patrick) OH, IT'S LOVELY. (Teresa) IT'S A CRIME SCENE.
IT'S A LOVELY CRIME SCENE. (Wayne) HEY. COUPLE JOGGERS FOUND OUR JOHN DOE
ON THEIR MORNING RUN. BODY'S STILL PRETTY FRESH,
SO IT MUST'VE HAPPENED LAST NIGHT.
NO SIGNS OF AN ENTRY OR EXIT WOUND MEANS CAUSE WAS PROBABLY
A BLUNT FORCE TRAUMA TO THE HEAD. AND THEY BROUGHT IN THE GROWN-UPS
BECAUSE THEY COULDN'T DECIDE WHOSE SANDBOX IT WAS? RIGHT. BODY'S RIGHT ON THE CITY LINE.
THE ONLY THING THEY CAN AGREE ON
IS THAT IT WAS A CARJACKING GONE WRONG.
WALLET, WATCH, WEDDING BAND-- EVERYTHING GONE.
OH, NOT EVERYTHING. KILLER WOULD HAVE BEEN
VERY FRUSTRATED TO NOT BE ABLE TO TAKE THIS.
LOOKS LIKE A WHEEL. MOTORCYCLE WHEEL.
I DON'T BUY IT AS A CARJACKING. MAYBE THE MURDERER WAS
COVERING IT UP AS ONE, BUT IF YOU'RE AFTER
SOMEONE'S CAR AND VALUABLES, YOU GRAB AND BOLT.
YOU DON'T WASTE TIME TAKING OFF A CUFF LINK. RIGHT.
CARJACKING-- A GUNSHOT OR A STAB WOUND
IS MORE LIKELY THAN A BEATING. BEATING LIKE THIS TAKES TIME.
THE MURDER WAS PERSONAL. NO SURPRISE THERE.
THE HAIRCUT, THE SUIT, THE COLOGNE--
THIS MAN HAD ENEMIES. HIS COLOGNE TELLS YOU HE HAD ENEMIES?
SURE. OKAY, CONFRONTATIONAL.
FINISHING TOUCH ON A WARDROBE THAT SAYS,
"PAY ATTENTION. SHOW RESPECT."
THIS WAS AN EXTROVERT TOUGH GUY, A PROFESSIONAL,
A BACKROOM POLITICIAN OR A LAWYER, A FIXER,
THE TYPE THAT'S GOOD WITH PEOPLE,
MAKING PEOPLE DO THINGS THEY MAYBE DON'T WANT TO DO.
UH, WHAT HE IS, IS USELESS UNTIL WE KNOW WHO HE IS.
WELL, I CAN DO THAT, TOO.
OH, NO, JANE. I, UH, I CHECKED. THE PHONE'S NOT ON HIM.
THE SIGNAL LIGHT'S STILL ON. PHONE'S IN RANGE.
HIS ASSAILANT PROBABLY THREW IT IN THE TREES.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING? I'M MAKING A CALL.
BUT YOU DON'T HAVE THE PHONE. I HAVE MY VOICE.
YOU STILL NEED THE PHONE. WANT TO USE THE VOICE ACTIVATION?
YOU NEED ITS NAMES AND NUMBERS. THERE IS ONE NAME PROGRAMMED INTO EVERY PHONE,
PARTICULARLY INTO ONE BELONGING TO A MIDDLE-AGED MAN
THAT WAS WEARING A WEDDING BAND.
HOME.
(cell phone rings)
(woman) Hello?
HELLO. THIS IS PATRICK JANE
FROM THE CALIFORNIA BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION.
I WAS WONDERING IF YOU KNEW A MAN 6-FEET TALL, MID 40s,
SALT AND PEPPER HAIR, GRAY CUSTOM-MADE SUIT,
WEIGHING ABOUT 192, GIVE OR TAKE?
That's my husband Gordon Hodge. GORDON HODGE, HMM.
You said you're from CBI? Is something wrong?
UH, JUST A SEC.
IT'S FOR YOU.
(indistinct police radio chatter)
HELLO?
**
(woman) I KNEW SOMETHING LIKE THIS WOULD HAPPEN,
SOONER OR LATER.
(Teresa) WELL, WAS YOUR HUSBAND
HAVING SOME SORT OF TROUBLE LATELY?
GORDON WAS A CRIMINAL ATTORNEY WITH A VERY SPECIAL PRACTICE.
HE HAD ONLY ONE CLIENT-- THE SINNER SAINTS.
BIKERS, ARE THEY?
YEAH, THEY'RE ONE OF THE TOP BIKER GANGS IN THE STATE.
THEY RUN SOME LEGIT BUSINESSES, BUT MOSTLY THEY'RE INTO
DRUGS AND PROSTITUTION, LOW-RENT PROTECTION RACKETS,
THAT KIND OF THING.
FOR YEARS, I BEGGED HIM TO GET OUT, BUT GORDON SAID THAT
A LAWYER NEVER ABANDONS HIS CLIENT. IT'S UNETHICAL.
IT'S WHAT HE ALWAYS CALLED THEM--
NEVER "THE GANG," ALWAYS "THE CLIENT."
WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU SAW HIM?
YESTERDAY MORNING, BEFORE WORK.
GORDON USED TO MEET THESE PEOPLE AT ALL HOURS--
THAT'S HOW THEY ARE. SO WE DIDN'T GET WORRIED
WHEN HE DIDN'T COME HOME LAST NIGHT.
HAD HE BEEN ACTING DIFFERENTLY LATELY?
HE'D BEEN MORE ON EDGE THE LAST WEEK OR SO.
I THINK SOMETHING HAPPENED AT WORK, BUT I'M NOT SURE WHAT.
DID YOU ASK HIM ABOUT IT?
NO, NEVER. WORK WAS OFF-LIMITS.
HE SAID IT WAS BORING.
WHAT WAS THE REAL REASON?
DO YOU THINK HE WAS ASHAMED, OR HE SENSED YOUR SHAME?
HE WANTED TO PROTECT US.
WOULD HIS COLLEAGUES AT THE OFFICE
HAVE KNOWN WHAT WAS GOING ON? NO. HE WAS A ONE-MAN SHOP.
DIDN'T EVEN HAVE A SECRETARY.
GORDON DIDN'T TRUST ANYONE WITH HIS BUSINESS.
(Teresa) ANY IDEA WHO MIGHT HAVE WANTED TO KILL HIM?
WELL, YOU MIGHT WANT TO ASK HIS CLIENT.
HE KNEW ALL THEIR SECRETS.
HE PROBABLY LEARNED SOMETHING THAT HE SHOULDN'T HAVE.
EITHER OF YOU EVER MEET ANY OF THOSE SCUMBAGS?
NO.
YOU TWO MUST BE VERY TORN-- LIVING IN SUCH A BEAUTIFUL HOME,
DRIVING NICE CARS, GOING TO GOOD SCHOOLS,
ALL PAID FOR BY DANGEROUS CRIMINALS,
OR, UH, "SCUMBAGS," AS MY COLLEAGUE SAYS.
DO I WISH THAT GORDON WOULD'VE DEFENDED CIVIL RIGHTS LEADERS?
YES, OF COURSE!
BUT HE BELIEVED THAT EVERYONE HAD A CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHT
TO HAVE A GOOD DEFENSE. HE HAD HIS PRINCIPLES.
THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME.
DID YOU GO TO SOME INTERVIEW SCHOOL I'VE NEVER HEARD OF?
NEXT TIME, GET THE FACTS, SAVE THE EDITORIAL. YES, MA'AM.
I KNOW.JANE DID IT, TOO. HE'S NOT A CBI AGENT.
FROM YOU, I EXPECT PROFESSIONAL STANDARDS. YES, BOSS.
THAT WAS THE CAPTAIN OF THE LOCAL C.H.I.P.s.
HODGE'S CAR WAS JUST FISHED OUT OF A LAKE ABOUT A MILE FROM
THE MURDER SCENE-- NO GOOD FOR PRINTS.
HE SAID THAT TWO WEEKS BACK, THEY BUSTED HODGE
AT A HIGHWAY REST STOP, WALKING TO HIS CAR WITH
2 OUNCES OF COKE AND 2 OUNCES OF METH IN HIS POCKETS.
NAILED HIM WITH FELONY POSSESSION... NICE.
ONLY THE D.A. DROPPED THE CHARGES.
THERE WAS SOME UNLAWFUL SEARCH TECHNICALITY. EITHER HODGE IS A GREAT LAWYER...
OR THE D.A. TURNED HIM IN EXCHANGE FOR DROPPING
THE CHARGES--PLANNED TO USE HIM AS AN INFORMANT. WELL, IF THE SAINTS FOUND OUT--
YEAH, THEY'D KILL HIM. THEY DID KNOW ABOUT THE CHARGES.
THEIR BOSS, VON McBRIDE, POSTED HODGE'S BAIL. WELL, TALK TO YOUR FRIENDS AT THE D.A.
FIND OUT WHAT THE STORY IS THERE.
JANE AND I WILL GO TALK TO THE SINNER SAINTS. OKAY, BE CAREFUL.
(Rigsby) YOU WANT ME TO COME FOR BACKUP? UH, NO. TALK TO FORENSICS ABOUT THE CAR.
JANE, LET'S GO. NOW, PLEASE?
COME ON.
(engines revving)
(birds chirping)
BEAUTIFUL, HUH?
NO, NOT REALLY. I FAIL TO SEE THE CHARM.
IT'S THE GLAMOUR OF MOBILITY.
THAT'S WHY THE GIRLS WENT FOR CAIN AND NOT ABEL.
IS THAT RIGHT? YEAH. NOMADS-- SEXIER THAN FARMERS.
THEY HAVE ROMANCE.
(cell phone rings)
(ring)
LISBON.
I SPOKE TO MY FRIEND IN THE D.A.'s OFFICE.
THEY DIDN'T MAKE A DEAL WITH HODGE.
They let him go 'cause the case was less than ironclad,
AND THEY'VE ALREADY LOST TOO MANY TO HODGE AND THE SAINTS.
LAST 10 YEARS, THEY'VE BEATEN THE RAP IN OVER 50 CASES--
MURDER, RAPE, DRUG-TRAFFICKING. THEY'RE BULLETPROOF.
NOBODY'S BULLETPROOF.
WELL, MY FRIEND SAYS TO STAY AWAY FROM THEM,
that they're bad news.
GOOD, SOUND LAWYERLY ADVICE.
I'LL TAKE THAT UNDER ADVISEMENT.
YOU READY?
WHEW!
(heavy metal music playing)
THERE'S ROMANCE FOR YOU.
WE'RE WITH THE CBI.
WE'RE LOOKING FOR VON McBRIDE.
(sets glass down) NOT HERE, WHICH IS WHERE YOU NEED TO BE.
WELL, CAN YOU TELL US WHERE HE IS?
NO. I CANNOT.
LISTEN, WE'RE HERE FOR INFORMATION,
NOT TROUBLE, BOYS.
WELL, WE'VE GOT NOTHING TO SAY.
(Teresa) I CAN TAKE YOU IN IF YOU WANT ME TO.
I PREFER TO TALK HERE. (man) LIKE I SAID, THERE'S NOTHING TO TALK ABOUT.
WE'RE NOT DOING ANYTHING ILLEGAL.
MR. McBRIDE? (Teresa) IT WAS NICE TALKING TO YOU.
YOUR FOCUS ON THIS PRESSING MATTER
SUGGESTS YOU'RE THE MAN IN CHARGE HERE. YEAH, WELL, KEEP ON WALKING, BLONDIE.
WE JUST HAVE A FEW QUESTIONS FOR YOU. IT WON'T TAKE LONG.
YEAH, WELL, I'M SORRY. I DON'T, UH, TALK TO POLICE OFFICERS
ON THE ADVICE OF MY LAWYER.
YOUR LAWYER'S DEAD.
YEAH, I HEARD THAT. BUT HIS ADVICE IS STILL GOOD.
(pool balls click) MEANS YOUR BUSINESS HERE IS DONE.
OH. YOU DON'T WANT TO KNOW WHO THE INFORMANT IS, THEN?
WHAT INFORMANT? OH, I'M SORRY. FORGET I SPOKE.
(Patrick) OH, I'M SO SORRY.
YOU MESSING WITH ME? YEAH, I'M MESSING WITH YOU. THERE'S NO INFORMANT.
COME HERE.
YOU TOUCH HIM, AND I'LL ARREST YOU.
I WOULD LOVE TO SEE YOU TRY AND DO THAT.
WHAT'S YOUR NAME?
XANDER.
XANDER, YOUR THREATS ARE EMPTY.
SHE'S A STATE AGENT.
YOU'RE NOT GONNA LAY A FINGER ON HER,
AND YOU KNOW THAT, SO WHY PLAY TOUGH?
W-WHERE'S THAT COME FROM, THIS NEED TO INTIMIDATE?
I'M A SADIST, AND I BORE EASILY.
OH. ME, I SEE A DIFFICULT CHILDHOOD--
BAD PARENTING, A LOT OF TORMENT.
BUT I ALSO SEE HOW THAT SUFFERING GAVE YOU
GREAT POWERS OF EMPATHY AND A STRONG CREATIVE SIDE,
AND THOSE ARE THE QUALITIES
YOU SHOULD TRY AND NURTURE IN YOURSELF.
NOT THIS BRUTISH CHARACTER YOU TRY TO HIDE BEHIND.
OH, THAT'S XANDER, ALL RIGHT.
FULL OF EMPATHY.
YOU GUYS WANT A DRINK?
SURE.
SO WHAT'S THIS CRAP ABOUT AN INFORMANT?
HOW LONG HAVE YOU KNOW ABOUT HODGE'S TASTE FOR COKE AND METH?
COUPLE YEARS.
GUY LIKED TO PARTY, BUT HE COULD STILL DO HIS JOB.
COULDN'T HAVE BEEN TOO THRILLED WHEN HE GOT BUSTED.
CASE GOT DROPPED.
MUST'VE WONDERED WHY.
ILLEGAL SEARCH.
YEAH.
EITHER THAT OR HODGE, UH, FLIPPED ON YOU.
THAT SON OF A-- HOLD ON A SECOND, DIAMOND. HE DIDN'T FLIP.
THERE IS NO INFORMANT.
WHERE WERE YOU LAST NIGHT?
RIGHT HERE.
AND I GOT 30 OTHER BROTHERS
WHO WILL VOUCH FOR ME AND EACH OTHER.
LOOK, MAN, NONE OF MY GUYS DID THIS.
WE LOVED GORDON, MAN. HE WAS LIKE A MEMBER OF THE CLUB.
YOU KNOW, HE COULDN'T RIDE WORTH A DAMN. NO, HE COULDN'T, HUH?
HE TRIED, THOUGH.
WHO KILLED HIM?
MY GUESS?
PROBABLY SOME OTHER MOTORCYCLE CLUB
LOOKING TO PUT US OUT OF BUSINESS--
CHAOS BRIGADE, BOLOS PLATA.
(woman) GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF ME! GET OFF ME!
HELP! GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF ME!
GET OFF OF ME!
LET HER GO, AND BACK AWAY!
BACK AWAY NOW! GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME!
(gasping)
YOU'RE MURDERERS!
ALL OF YOU!
MA'AM, TAKE IT EASY. I'M CBI.
MA'AM!
(engine revving)
(engine starts)
(tires peal)
WHO WAS THAT? SHE A FRIEND OF YOURS?
NEVER SEEN HER BEFORE.
MENTALLY DERANGED, SEEMS LIKE. POOR THING.
YOU KNOW, YOU'RE A VERY GOOD LIAR.
MOST PEOPLE SUBCONSCIOUSLY SIGNAL DISHONESTY,
BUT YOU? THERE'S NOTHING. NO INNER CONFLICT.
USUALLY, THAT'S THE MARK
OF WHAT SHRINKS LIKE TO CALL A SOCIOPATH.
WELL, IF BY "SOCIOPATH," YOU MEAN THAT IF YOU CROSS ME,
I WOULD ENJOY WATCHING YOU SUFFER PAIN BEFORE I KILL YOU...
THEN, YEAH, I'M A SOCIOPATH.
SEE YA.
BYE.
(Wayne) SO WE TALKED TO THE GANG UNIT.
THERE'S NO OTHER BIKER GANG WOULD CROSS THE SAINTS
AND RUN THE RISK OF STARTING A WAR THAT THEY COULDN'T WIN.
THIS IS INCREDIBLE. YOU SHOULD SEE THIS.
HOLD ON. ANYTHING ON THE WOMAN IN THE PARKING LOT?
SINNER SAINTS HAVE THEIR OWN WEB SITE.
REALLY? YEAH.
WE CROSS-CHECKED REGISTRATIONS OF THE TRUCK MODEL AND COLOR
WITH DRIVER'S LICENSE PHOTOS FITTING HER DESCRIPTION.
NO HITS. TRUCK MUST BE REGISTERED TO HER HUSBAND
OR OTHER FAMILY MEMBER. McBRIDE'S CLAMMING UP ABOUT HER MEANS HE'S HIDING SOMETHING.
HE'S MERGED TWO OTHER GANGS INTO THE SAINTS IN THE LAST
FIVE YEARS. IT'S THE FASTEST GROWING GANG IN THE NATION. GO TO HODGE'S OFFICE.
SEE IF YOU CAN FIND ANYTHING ON THE GANG'S OPERATION THAT POPS.
AND HAVE THE DEERFIELD P.D.
ISSUE A BOLO ON THE WOMAN'S PICKUP TRUCK. OKAY.
YOU CAN BUY LOGO MERCHANDISE-- SINNER SAINTS COFFEE MUGS,
DECALS, BEACH TOWELS. WHOA! (telephone ringing)
AND SOME VARIOUS OTHER INTERESTING LITTLE KNICKKNACKS. NICE.
YEAH. WELL, IF THEY DO IT, WE SHOULD DO IT.
A RANGE OF CASUAL WEAR, MAYBE?
SENSIBLE SHOES?
I'LL GET RIGHT ON THAT.
OKAY. LISBON LOAFERS.
(computer beeps) FOUND SOMETHING, BOSS.
THESE ARE GORDON HODGE'S CELL PHONE CALLS
FROM THE NIGHT OF THE MURDER.
ALL WERE ROUTINE BUSINESS CALLS--
VON McBRIDE, OTHER LAWYERS, COURT OFFICIALS.
BUT IT'S THE LAST CALL THAT BUMPS.
(computer beeps) 7:23, INCOMING FROM A CONSTANCE HOYT.
"CURRENT ADDRESS UNKNOWN." MUST NOT WANT PEOPLE FINDING HER.
WELL, I WENT BACK THREE MONTHS--
A LOT OF CALLS BETWEEN HER AND HODGE.
DID YOU TRY THE NUMBER? TWICE. GOT ONE OF THOSE COMPUTER VOICE MAIL MESSAGES.
PLUS, I RAN HER NAME THROUGH THE D.M.V.
FOR REGISTRATION OF A BLACK PICKUP TRUCK.
SHE'S NOT YOUR PARKING LOT WOMAN. CHECK VON McBRIDE'S CELL PHONE RECORDS.
SEE IF HE HAD ANY CONTACT WITH THIS CONSTANCE HOYT. (typing on keyboard)
(computer beeps)
BINGO. COUPLE OF CHATTY CATHYS. TALKING THREE OR FOUR TIMES A DAY.
EITHER SHE'S HIS MOM, OR... HIS GIRLFRIEND.
(typing on keyboard)
(heavy metal music playing)
(sets bottle down) (sighs)
(birds chirping, tires crunch, door opens)
CONSTANCE?
(engine starts) WE JUST HAVE A COUPLE QUESTIONS FOR YOU.
I'LL DRIVE! NO TIME!
(door slams)
BOSS, SEAT BELT. GO!
(tires screech)
(engines revving)
BIKE'S GOT TOO MUCH MUSCLE. YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO--
(tires squeal)
(thudding)
(tires rumbling)
(brakes squeal)
DO NOT EVEN THINK OF MOVING.
I GOTTA GET YOU OUT OF THE OFFICE MORE.
(car door opens)
GOT HODGE'S OFFICE KEY? (keys jangle)
SO WHAT'S YOUR PROBLEM WITH BIKERS?
I HATE BIKERS.
WHY'S THAT?
MY DAD WAS A BIKER.
REALLY? I DIDN'T KNOW THAT.
(keys jangle) NO? I THOUGHT YOU READ MY FILE.
WELL, IT SAYS HE WAS A BIG-TIME CRIMINAL.
DIDN'T SPECIFY ANY AFFILIATIONS.
JIMMY MARKS ON THE DOORKNOB.
DOUBT THAT WAS PART OF THE ORIGINAL DECOR.
DOOR CLEAR.
CLEAR.
DESK CLEAR.
(sighs)
CRACKS ARE ON THE OUTSIDE OF THE WINDOW.
MEANS A PREVIOUS BREAK-IN ATTEMPT.
THINK THEY WERE LOOKING FOR SOMETHING,
OR JUST TRYING TO SEND A MESSAGE? (sighs)
MESSAGE WAS DEFINITELY A PART OF IT.
DO YOU PREFER "CONSTANCE," OR "DIAMOND"?
(sighs) I PREFER TO GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE.
YOU RAN FROM THE POLICE, ENDANGERED THE LIVES
OF TWO AGENTS. YOU COULD BE HERE A COUPLE OF DAYS. I DON'T THINK THAT'S RIGHT.
WHY'D YOU RUN? I RAN BECAUSE I'M DEAD IF ANYONE SEES ME TALKING TO COPS.
THE SAINTS ARE ALL PARANOID ABOUT INFORMANTS NOW,
WHICH IS WHY I'M NOT SAYING A WORD. TELL US ABOUT YOUR AFFAIR WITH GORDON HODGE.
(scoffs) I WASN'T SLEEPING WITH GORDON.
OH.
UH... YES, YOU WERE.
IT WAS ONLY A FEW MONTHS. WE WERE JUST HAVING FUN.
IT'S NOT LIKE VON DOESN'T SLEEP AROUND ON ME AND...
GORDON TREATED ME NICE.
YOU HAD GENUINE FEELINGS FOR HIM.
HE WAS DECENT.
HE NEVER LOOKED DOWN ON YOU.
JUST GOT SUCKED IN TOO DEEP WITH THE SAINTS.
DID YOU KNOW HE WAS ARRESTED FOR POSSESSION?
TOLD HIM A HUNDRED TIMES TO BE CAREFUL,
BUT HE GOT DUMB ABOUT IT.
AH, WELL, DRUGS SIMPLY MAKE PEOPLE CARELESS.
YOU HAD TO BE A LITTLE CONCERNED ABOUT McBRIDE FINDING OUT.
IT WOULD'VE MADE THINGS COMPLICATED.
"COMPLICATED" IS ONE WAY TO PUT IT.
SO YOU CALLED HIM THAT NIGHT. THEN WHAT HAPPENED?
DID YOU GO AND SEE HIM?
NO! NO.
I CALLED TO BREAK IT OFF. I HEARD HIM ANSWER THE PHONE,
AND I'D TRIED TO TALK TO HIM, BUT THE LINE WENT DEAD.
WHAT ABOUT THE WOMAN IN THE PARKING LOT? I DON'T KNOW.
VON DOESN'T TALK GANG BUSINESS WITH ME.
HAD YOU SEEN HER BEFORE? SHE'S COME AROUND A FEW TIMES
LAST COUPLE OF WEEKS, SAME THING--
LOTS OF CRAZY YELLING, THEN TAKING OFF.
LOOK...
YOU, UM...
YOU GOTTA PROMISE
THAT VON DOESN'T FIND OUT ABOUT ME AND GORDON.
HE KEEPS HIS CARDS CLOSE.
HE COULD ALREADY KNOW--
KILLED HODGE OUT OF JEALOUSY.
(sighs) TRUST ME.
IF VON KNEW, GORDON'S WOULDN'T BE THE ONLY DEAD BODY.
ONLY ONE OTHER PERSON KNEW.
AND THAT WAS BAD ENOUGH.
WHO WAS THAT OTHER PERSON? (sighs)
WE HAVE INFORMATION THAT SUGGESTS
YOU KNEW ABOUT GORDON AND ANOTHER WOMAN.
YES, I DID.
HOW?
ABOUT FOUR MONTHS AGO, I FOUND A VALET STUB
ON THE DRIVEWAY FROM THE DEERFIELD INN.
SO ONE NIGHT, I FOLLOWED HIM
AND SAW HIM GO IN WITH THAT BIKER GIRL.
DID YOU CONFRONT HIM?
(slicing) MORE LIKE YELL AND HIT HIM.
HE PROMISED HE'D STOP SEEING HER.
I TOOK HIM AT HIS WORD,
AND I NEVER ASKED HIM ABOUT IT AGAIN. WHY NOT?
BECAUSE I DIDN'T WANT TO HEAR HIM LIE TO ME.
MRS. HODGE... (whispers) WHAT?
IF YOU PICKED UP ON YOUR HUSBAND'S AFFAIR,
YOU MUST'VE SUSPECTED ABOUT HIS OTHER ILLICIT ACTIVITIES.
I KNEW ABOUT THE DRUGS AND THE PARTYING.
HE WAS SURROUNDED BY IT.
WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL US ABOUT THIS EARLIER?
BECAUSE GORDON IS DEAD.
ANYTHING THAT I SAID OR DID WOULD NOT BRING HIM BACK.
MY SON DRAWS STARES AND WHISPERS
BECAUSE OF HIS FATHER, AGENT LISBON.
BOTH OF US-- WE DESERVE TO GRIEVE
WITHOUT SHAME AND SCANDAL, DON'T WE?
YES, YOU DO.
AND IF SHE'D FOLLOWED HER HUSBAND ONCE BEFORE,
SHE COULD'VE TAILED HIM AGAIN AND KILLED HIM. NO, SHE DIDN'T DO IT. SHE LOVED HIM.
SHE WAS A PRISONER OF HER HUSBAND'S LIFE.
SHE GETS RID OF HIM, GETS A FRESH START.
PEOPLE TRAPPED IN MISERABLE LIVES
ALWAYS TALK ABOUT ESCAPING. FEW ACTUALLY DO IT.
IT'S EASIER JUST TO CLOSE YOUR EYES
AND PRETEND THE MISERY DOESN'T EXIST.
BOSS, YOU MIGHT WANT TO SEE THIS.
THIS IS FROM A SECURITY CAMERA ACROSS THE STREET.
IT WAS THE THIRD INCIDENT IN TWO WEEKS.
BUILDING OWNER SAID HODGE DIDN'T WANT TO REPORT THE EARLIER ONES
BECAUSE HE DIDN'T WANT DEERFIELD P.D. COMBING THROUGH
HIS OFFICE AND ACCIDENTALLY FINDING SOMETHING
IN HIS SINNER SAINTS FILE. THERE.
MAGNIFY.
(Teresa) THE WOMAN FROM THE PARKING LOT.
SHE CERTAINLY GETS AROUND.
(Von) CHAOS BRIGADE CONTROLS DISTRIBUTION
OVER IN RANCHO ROSA, BUT I FIGURE IF WE MOVE
RIGHT NOW, WE CAN MOVE INTO STRATTON.
WHAT'S UP, MY BROTHERS?
WE JUST HAVE ONE QUICK FOLLOW-UP QUESTION FOR YOU.
(sighs)
I'VE EXCEEDED MY QUOTA OF ANSWERING COPS' QUESTIONS.
AND MY QUOTA OF CRAZY. (laughs)
THE WOMAN IN THE PARKING LOT.
UH, LIKE I SAID, SHE MUST'VE MISTAKEN ME--
SHE WAS SEEN VANDALIZING HODGE'S OFFICE.
SHE FIND ANYTHING SHE SHOULDN'T HAVE?
HIS FILES WERE INTACT. SHE GOT NOTHING.
WE HAVE NOTHING FURTHER TO TALK ABOUT, THEN.
THE SOONER THIS CASE IS CLOSED, THE SOONER WE'RE GONE
AND YOU'RE BACK TO BUSINESS AS USUAL.
LAST NAME IS GUTHRIE.
SHE'S THE SISTER OF A GENTLEMAN I WAS ACCUSED OF KILLING.
FALSELY, OF COURSE.
TRIAL WAS A COUPLE OF WEEKS AGO,
GORDON HIT A HOME RUN. GOT ME OFF.
AND YOU WEREN'T EAGER TO I.D. HER
BECAUSE YOU DIDN'T WANT US POKING AROUND YOUR CASE?
HEY, ALL I KNOW IS THAT SHE'S BEEN COMING AROUND
FROM TIME TO TIME, SAYING SOME VERY OFFENSIVE THINGS.
THANKS FOR YOUR COOPERATION.
YOU THINK SHE KILLED GORDON?
LIKE I SAID, THANKS FOR YOUR COOPERATION.
I'VE GOT ONE LAST QUESTION.
IF HODGE WASN'T THE INFORMANT IN YOUR GANG,
WHO DO YOU THINK IT IS?
I MEAN, I TRIED ASKING THE D.A.,
BUT HE'S KIND OF A SECRETIVE BASTARD, HUH?
WHAT DO YOU THINK?
MR. JANE, WE'RE A MOTORCYCLE CLUB,
NOT A GANG.
AND I CAN ASSURE YOU THERE IS NO INFORMANT.
WELL, YOU'D KNOW BEST.
WHY DOES HE KEEP GOING ON ABOUT THIS INFORMANT?
HE'S JUST TALKING.
LET'S GET DOWN TO BUSINESS.
VON McBRIDE SHOULD BE SITTING HERE, NOT ME.
COURT DOCS SAY YOUR BROTHER RICK WAS AN AUTO MECHANIC.
McBRIDE BLAMED HIM FOR SCREWING UP A REPAIR,
AND YOUR BROTHER REFUSED TO REDO IT.
McBRIDE ALLEGEDLY GOT ANGRY AND KILLED HIM.
NOT "ALLEGEDLY." HE KILLED HIM.
HE BEAT HIM TO DEATH WITH A CROWBAR.
HE MURDERED HIM. AND THE JURY DISAGREED.
McBRIDE ACTED IN SELF-DEFENSE, RIGHT?
THAT'S BECAUSE THAT LAWYER HODGE
MADE IT LOOK LIKE IT WAS MY BROTHER'S FAULT.
HE STARTED THROWING AROUND ALL THESE LIES ABOUT MY BROTHER,
SAYING THAT MY BROTHER WAS A DRUGGIE,
THAT HE WAS AGGRESSIVE, THAT HE WAS MENTALLY UNSTABLE.
SO YOU GET ALL WORKED UP, HARASS THE GANG,
TRASH HODGE'S OFFICE, RIGHT? (scoffs)
YOU WANT TO ARREST ME FOR THAT, GO AHEAD.
I'M NOT GONNA FIGHT YOU. I'M TOO TIRED. YOU EVER TRY HODGE'S HOME?
ONCE.
BUT HIS KID CAME OUTSIDE.
I DON'T HAVE A BEEF WITH HIM,
SO I TOOK OFF BEFORE I COULD DO ANYTHING.
AND WHAT WERE YOU GONNA DO? I DON'T KNOW.
I WAS...
I DON'T KNOW.
I WANTED HODGE TO UNDERSTAND
WHAT HE HAD DONE TO ME AND TO MY FAMILY. WHEN WAS THIS?
TWO DAYS AGO.
THE DAY OF THE MURDER. WHERE WERE YOU THAT NIGHT? HOME.
CAN ANYONE VERIFY IT? I LIVE ALONE, BUT I DIDN'T--
NOW SIX MONTHS AGO,
YOU WERE ARRESTED IN A ROAD RAGE INCIDENT.
GOT OUT OF YOUR CAR AT A RED LIGHT,
ATTACKED A MAN IN AN S.U.V.
WHAT DOES THIS HAVE TO DO WITH ANYTHING?
YOU'RE AN ANGRY PERSON AND YOU EXPRESS IT PHYSICALLY.
(sighs) I'M NOT ANGRY, I AM SAD.
MY BROTHER WAS A GOOD MAN.
THE ONLY CRIME HE COMMITTED
WAS STANDING UP TO THAT BASTARD McBRIDE.
HODGE BLACKENS THE NAME OF YOUR DEAD BROTHER
AND GETS VON McBRIDE OFF. NOW MAYBE TRASHING HIS OFFICE
DIDN'T GIVE YOU ENOUGH SATISFACTION--
PERFECTLY UNDERSTANDABLE IF YOUR FRUSTRATION BOILS OVER.
AND YOU CAN'T TOUCH VON McBRIDE. HE'S GOT 20 BIKERS AROUND HIM
ALL THE TIME, SO MAYBE YOU GO FOR THE EASIER TARGET.
I DIDN'T KILL GORDON HODGE,
BUT I'M SURE AS HELL GLAD THAT HE'S DEAD.
SHE'D BEEN TO HIS HOUSE THAT DAY.
COULD'VE LAID IN WAIT AND FOLLOWED HIM LATER.
PLUS, SHE WAS OUT FOR REVENGE-- NO MORE POWERFUL MOTIVE. WE DON'T HAVE NEARLY ENOUGH TO CHARGE HER.
I SAY WE HOLD HER ON THE VANDALISM.
TRY TO DIG UP SOMETHING THAT PUTS HER AT THE MURDER SCENE.
OR YOU COULD RELEASE HER. SHE'S OBVIOUSLY IMPULSIVE
AND SLOPPY ENOUGH TO GET CAUGHT ON CAMERA.
SHE'LL THINK SHE'S BOUGHT HERSELF SOME TIME.
AND SHE'D TRY SOMETHING TO COVER HER TRACKS
AND IMPLICATE HERSELF.
CUT HER LOOSE, THEN LET'S SHADOW HER.
YES, BOSS.
(groans)
WHERE ARE YOU GOING?
FRESH AIR.
ALL THIS MURDER TALK... "IS RANK.
"IT STINKS TO HEAVEN.
(British accent) IT HATH THE PRIMAL ELDEST CURSE UPON'T."
SHAKESPEARE.
(brakes squeal)
LITTLE LESS PRESSURE ON THE BRAKE PEDAL. (chuckles)
IS YOUR MOM HERE?
MARKET. THAT'S WHY I'M CONFINED TO THE DRIVEWAY.
AH. YOU WANT ME TO HAVE HER CALL YOU?
WE KNOW FELICIA GUTHRIE TRESPASSED ON THE PROPERTY
THE DAY YOUR DAD WAS KILLED.
I-I JUST NEED TO HEAR WHAT HAPPENED.
UH, I WAS LEAVING FOR SCHOOL.
I SAW HER HOP THE GATE AND COME RUNNING UP THE DRIVEWAY,
SO I RAN OUT TO TRY TO STOP HER.
SHE WAS YELLING ALL THIS STUFF ABOUT MY DAD
LYING ABOUT HER BROTHER AND GETTING VON McBRIDE OFF.
THEN SHE JUST RAN AWAY. DID YOUR PARENTS SEE HER?
NO. DAD WAS ALREADY AT WORK, AND MOM WAS IN THE SHOWER.
HUH. ANY REASON YOU DIDN'T BRING THIS UP EARLIER?
I DON'T KNOW.
I FELT BAD FOR HER, I GUESS.
DIDN'T WANT HER TO GET IN TROUBLE.
WELL, JUST NEEDED TO CONFIRM. THANKS.
(engine grinds)
WHOA! (sighs) AW, GOD!
YOU NEED TO RELAX.
IT'S NOT GONNA HELP. I'M NEVER GONNA GET THE HANG OF THIS.
THAT'S AN EASY FIX. YOU NEED THE RIGHT INSTRUCTOR.
ALL RIGHT. SO NOW YOU CAN SPEED UP A LITTLE.
EXCELLENT. I LIKE HOW YOU'RE KEEPING YOUR DISTANCE.
JUST TRUST YOUR INSTINCTS. THEY'RE ALWAYS RIGHT.
YOU'RE A GOOD INSTRUCTOR.
YEAH, I AM, PROBABLY BECAUSE I HAVE
ZERO EMOTIONAL INVESTMENT IN HOW YOU DO--
UNLIKE YOUR FATHER,
WHO I'M GUESSING GOT ANNOYED WITH EVERY MISTAKE YOU MADE.
HE WASN'T THE MOST PATIENT GUY.
PROBABLY DIDN'T HELP THAT HE WAS ALWAYS ON HIS CELL PHONE.
BEEN LIVING WITH HIS JOB MY WHOLE LIFE.
YOU GET USED TO IT.
YOU ALSO GET USED TO THE DRUGS
AND THE CHEATING ON YOUR MOTHER?
HE PROMISED HE'D STOP.
YEAH.
CAN'T BE EASY GOING THROUGH LIFE
BEING LABELED THE GANG LAWYER'S SON.
IT WASN'T REALLY THAT BAD.
I MEAN, GIRLS WOULD COME UP TO ME ALL THE TIME,
TALK TO ME ABOUT DAD AND THE GANG, LIKE I'M COOL...
(chuckles) INSTEAD OF A GEEK, WHICH I BASICALLY AM. EVERYBODY IS.
I AM.
IF HE WAS MY FATHER, I TELL YA, I-I...
I'D BE MAD AT HIM.
DAD DIDN'T MEAN TO HURT ANYONE.
HE WAS JUST DOING HIS JOB.
RIGHT.
WELL, I GUESS I'D STILL LOVE HIM IF HE WAS MY FATHER.
CAN'T SAY I'D CUT HIM THE SAME KIND OF SLACK
IF I WAS MARRIED TO HIM.
ARE YOU TRYING TO BLAME MY MOM?
'CAUSE IF YOU ARE... WHAT?
YOU'RE WRONG, THAT'S ALL.
SHE LOVED HIM, TOO.
WELL, THAT BRINGS US BACK TO FELICIA GUTHRIE,
WHO DIDN'T LOVE HIM AT ALL.
WHAT EXACTLY DID SHE SAY TO YOU WHEN YOU SAW HER?
IT WAS HARD TO TELL.
SHE WAS JUST, YOU KNOW, RANTING, BASICALLY.
DIDN'T MAKE MUCH SENSE.
VERY NICELY DONE.
YOU'LL BE OUT CRUISING ON SATURDAY NIGHTS IN NO TIME.
JUST REMEMBER, TRUST YOUR INSTINCTS.
THEY'RE ALWAYS RIGHT. THANK YOU.
AND THANKS FOR THE DRIVING LESSON. (whispers) YEAH.
(dog barking in distance)
STILL NO MOVEMENT.
LOOKS LIKE SHE'S IN FOR THE NIGHT.
TALK TO VAN PELT RECENTLY?
YEP.
ANY PROGRESS? NOPE.
(engines rumbling in distance) YOU HEAR THAT?
YEAH.
THEY'RE GONNA GO AFTER FELICIA.
McBRIDE THINKS SHE KILLED HODGE,
WANTS PAYBACK.
OFFICERS ON HAMPTON, NORTH OF LEXINGTON,
REQUEST IMMEDIATE ASSISTANCE.
WHAT THE HELL'S GOING ON?
GO BACK IN YOUR HOUSE AND STAY DOWN!
DO THE SMART THING AND GET OUT OF HERE RIGHT NOW!
WE'RE NOT DOING ANYTHING ILLEGAL.
(loudly) DISORDERLY CONDUCT,
CONCEALED WEAPONS, BLOWN EXHAUST PIPES,
PROBABLY A COUPLE OF OUTSTANDING WARRANTS IN THERE!
(man) SCREW YOU, PIG!
WE COULD BUST HALF YOU CLOWNS RIGHT NOW!
SO WHAT'S IT GONNA BE?
WE'LL BE SEEING YOU AROUND.
(engines revving)
YOU REALLY DON'T LIKE BIKERS.
FELICIA, TEMPERATURES ARE RUNNING HOT,
SO I NEED YOU TO STAY AWAY FROM THE GANG'S BAR FROM NOW ON.
(Felicia) YEAH. I'LL STAY AWAY WHEN YOU ARREST VON McBRIDE.
AND WHAT WERE YOU PEOPLE DOING OUT HERE, ANYWAY?
OH, WE THINK YOU KILLED, UH, GORDON HODGE,
SO AGENT CHO AND RIGSBY ARE WATCHING YOU.
OH, COME ON. SHE WAS NEVER GONNA BUY,
"WE JUST HAPPENED TO BE IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD."
I TOLD YOU I HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH THAT.
AND WHO TOLD YOU THAT YOU COULD GO IN MY HOUSE?
OH, THIS? I JUST NEEDED SOME TEA. CUT THROUGH THE CHILL.
CHILL, MY ASS. YOU WERE LOOKING FOR EVIDENCE.
FELICIA, TAKE IT EASY. DON'T TELL ME TO TAKE IT EASY, WHEN THIS GUY'S
RIFLING THROUGH MY UNDERWEAR DRAWER, LOOKING FOR A WEAPON.
IT WAS YOUR CLOSET, ACTUALLY. I WAS LOOKING FOR
BLOOD-SPLATTERED SHOES. GET OFF MY PROPERTY.
YOU'RE VERY TOUCHY. GO.
(indistinct chatter over police radio)
YOU REALLY LOOKED THROUGH HER CLOSET? LAUNDRY,TOO.
SHE'S BEEN ANGRY AND EMOTIONAL ABOUT HER BROTHER,
WHICH MEANS THAT SHE WAS SLOPPY ABOUT HODGE'S MURDER--
DRAGGED EVIDENCE HOME WITH HER.
IT'S JUST NOT INSIDE.
WELL, THERE'S NO GARAGE OR TOOLSHED.
WELL, I LOOKED EVERYWHERE.
WELL, EVERYWHERE EXCEPT THE GARBAGE.
WHY NOT?
WELL, IT'S GARBAGE.
(sighs) YOU DONE WITH THAT?
ALMOST.
(tea splashes)
YES, THE CASE IS STILL ONGOING,
AND YOU ARE A PERSON OF INTEREST.
I'D ADVISE YOU NOT TO LEAVE TOWN.
BOSS?
EXCUSE ME.
DO YOU SEE THAT?
WHAT'S GOIN' ON?
STAY THERE. DON'T MOVE.
(Felicia) I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING WRONG.
McBRIDE MUST'VE SET ME UP.
RIGSBY, PUT HER IN INTERVIEW ONE.
BOSS, NINA AND LUCAS HODGE ARE HERE TO SEE YOU.
SHE SAY WHY? BECAUSE I ASKED THEM DOWN HERE.
RIGSBY, COULD YOU BRING HER THROUGH HERE, PLEASE?
IT'LL JUST TAKE A MINUTE. THANK YOU. ARE YOU GONNA TELL ME WHAT THIS IS ABOUT?
I'M JUST CLOSING YOUR CASE.
(Patrick) THANKS FOR COMING DOWN, MRS. HODGE.
THIS WOMAN'S NAME IS FELICIA GUTHRIE.
SHE MURDERED YOUR HUSBAND OUT OF REVENGE FOR GETTING
VON McBRIDE OFF A CHARGE FOR KILLING HER BROTHER. OH, MY GOD!
NO, I DID NOT KILL ANYONE.
UH, WE HAVE EVIDENCE.
WE JUST NEED YOUR PERMISSION FOR, UH,
LUCAS TO MAKE A FORMAL STATEMENT, SAYING THAT
HE SAW HER AT YOUR HOUSE THE DAY OF THE MURDER.
YOU SAW HER? WELL, HE CAN FILL YOU IN LATER.
HIS STATEMENT WILL GIVE US A BETTER CHANCE AT A CONVICTION.
ABSOLUTELY. ANYTHING YOU NEED. GREAT. THANK YOU.
LUCAS, IF YOU CAN CONFIRM THAT THIS IS WHO YOU SAW,
THEN YOU'LL BE ON YOUR WAY.
WHAT'S GONNA HAPPEN TO HER?
WELL, PROBABLY LIFE IN PRISON.
UH, IF SHE'S LUCKY, SHE MIGHT GET PAROLED IN 25 YEARS.
I SWEAR, I DIDN'T-- I DIDN'T TOUCH HIM!
SHUT UP! YOU TOOK EVERYTHING FROM US.
LUCAS, WE NEED TO BOOK HER NOW, SO COULD YOU IDENTIFY HER? NO, SHE WASN'T THE ONE.
I MEAN, YEAH, SHE CAME TO THE HOUSE-- GREAT. THANKS. THAT'S ALL WE NEED.
TAKE HER AWAY, GUYS. THANK YOU. THANK YOU. (Felicia) NO, I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!
I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING WRONG! TRUST YOUR INSTINCTS, LUCAS. THEY'RE ALWAYS RIGHT.
(breathing heavily) LET'S GO.
(sighing) SHE COULDN'T HAVE DONE IT. WHAT MAKES YOU SAY THAT?
I JUST KNOW. LUCAS, THEY HAVE EVIDENCE.
THIS BITCH KILLED YOUR FATHER! DON'T CALL HER THAT! IT WASN'T HER.
THE ONLY WAY WE CAN KNOW FOR CERTAIN IS IF YOU TELL US
WHO DID IT. OKAY, STOP TALKING TO MY SON. YOU'VE GOT YOUR STATEMENT.
LUCAS, LET'S GO. COME ON! LET'S GO! NO!
LUCAS! STOP!
(sighs) IT WAS ME.
(sighs) WE WERE OUT FOR A DRIVING LESSON.
I WAS DRIVING BADLY THAT NIGHT,
AND MY DAD WAS ON THE PHONE THE WHOLE TIME,
LIKE HE ALWAYS WAS.
(cell phone rings) HE'D GET MAD EVERY TIME I'D MAKE A MISTAKE,
BUT I JUST COULDN'T SEEM TO CONCENTRATE.
BECAUSE OF YOUR RUN-IN WITH FELICIA GUTHRIE THAT DAY.
YOU DIDN'T TALK ABOUT HER UNTIL I ASKED,
'CAUSE YOU FELT SORRY FOR HER.
YOU DIDN'T WANT TO DRAW SUSPICION TO HER,
BECAUSE YOU KNEW SHE DIDN'T DO IT.
YOU WERE TRYING TO DO THE RIGHT THING.
I JUST KEPT SEEING HER IN THE DRIVEWAY,
CRYING, YELLING ABOUT HOW MY DAD LIED ABOUT HER BROTHER.
HIS PHONE JUST KEPT RINGING... (cell phone rings)
AND HE'D GET MAD AT ME AND I'D SCREW UP WORSE,
AND I JUST... I COULDN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE.
NEXT TIME HIS PHONE RANG... (cell phone rings)
I GRABBED IT FROM HIM. I HEARD HER VOICE.
(Constance) Hey, Gordon baby, it's me. Can you talk?
THAT BIKER BITCH-- DIAMOND.
SHE KEPT CALLING HIM "GORDON BABY."
SAID SHE REALLY WANTED TO SEE HIM.
FELICIA GUTHRIE WAS RIGHT. HE WAS A LIAR.
I THREW THE PHONE INTO THE WOODS, AND HE GOT MAD.
HE PROMISED ME HE'D STOP
DOING DRUGS AND CHEATING ON MY MOM.
AND LIKE AN IDIOT, I BELIEVED HIM.
I CALLED MY MOM.
SHE TOLD ME WHAT TO DO.
I GRABBED ALL THE STUFF TO MAKE IT LOOK LIKE A ROBBERY,
BUT I COULDN'T GET THAT DAMN CUFF LINK OUT.
SO I DITCHED HIS CAR IN THE LAKE.
SHE DROVE ME HOME.
THE LIE GETS HEAVY FAST, DOESN'T IT?
I EXPECT AFTER A WHILE,
YOU WANTED TO GO TO THE POLICE AND TELL THEM THE TRUTH.
SOMETIMES I WANTED TO.
MOM SAID NO.
SHE PROMISED IT WOULD BE OKAY.
WELL, IT MIGHT BE...
SOMEDAY.
LET'S GO. (handcuffs jangle)
YEAH, THERE WE GO. (sighs) (handcuffs clicking)
(voice breaking) I'M SORRY, MOM.
YOU KNOW, I HAVE TO WONDER HOW THAT CUFF LINK RIGSBY FOUND
MADE ITS WAY TO FELICIA GUTHRIE'S HOUSE.
THAT IS A CONUNDRUM.
BECAUSE I'LL BET A YEAR'S SALARY
THAT IF I LOOK IN THE EVIDENCE LOCKER,
THE CUFF LINK WE FOUND ON HODGE WILL HAVE MYSTERIOUSLY VANISHED.
OKAY.
I NEEDED LUCAS TO SEE FELICIA GET ARRESTED.
YOU NEEDED HARD EVIDENCE TO CHARGE FELICIA.
SO...
I MADE IT HAPPEN.
BY MAKING AN INNOCENT WOMAN THINK
SHE WAS GONNA GO TO PRISON?
AS IF HER LIFE WASN'T HARD ENOUGH ALREADY.
YES, YOU'RE RIGHT. SHE DOES DESERVE SOME JUSTICE.
IT'S GOOD TO SEE YOU CARE.
YOU KNOW, SARCASM IS THE LOWEST FORM OF WIT.
(heavy metal music playing)
(speaking indistinctly)
(cell phone ringing)
YEAH?
ALL RIGHT.
I'LL BE BACK IN A MINUTE.
(man whispers) HEY, PSST.
OVER HERE.
WHAT'S UP?
UH, WELL, I THOUGHT YOU MIGHT WANT TO KNOW
WE CAUGHT GORDON HODGE'S KILLER.
IT WAS HIS SON.
LOT OF ISSUES BETWEEN 'EM.
AND YOU FELT THE NEED TO TELL ME THIS FROM THE SHADOWS,
DRESSED IN THIS GETUP?
SELF-PRESERVATION.
I FIGURED I'D WORN OUT MY WELCOME WITH YOUR FRIENDS.
THAT'S IT?
THIS IS WHAT YOU HAD TO TELL ME?
WELL, NO. THERE'S ANOTHER REASON.
YOU OPEN THAT ENVELOPE,
AND THE RAT IN YOUR GANG WILL BE REVEALED.
OH, THE RAT.
NOW TURN AROUND AND TRY NOT TO LOOK TOO GUILTY.
WHAT WAS THAT ABOUT?
WHAT, THIS? THIS IS, UH... (chuckles)
IT'S KIND OF FUNNY, ACTUALLY. YEAH, FUNNY?
SELLING US OUT IS FUNNY?!
HEY, MAN. YOU GOT IT WRONG, BRO!
COME ON! GET OVER HERE! HEY! HEY!
(scuffling)
(grunting)
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