(cheering)
(men grunting)
(crowd shouting indistinctly)
YES! HIT HIM!
HIT HIM AGAIN! KILL HIM!
KILL THAT SON OF A BITCH! UH, DO YOU WANNA JUST--
YEAH! BREAK... HIS... FACE!
(crowd cheering)
(squeaking)
UHH!
(crowd cheering)
(body thuds) WHOO!
(bell dings)
SO... YOU MUST HIT A LOT OF GUYS, HUH?
WELL, I'M A COP, SO IT COMES WITH THE JOB SOMETIMES.
IT'S ONLY EVER SELF--
THAT IS SO HOT. I WOULD LOVE TO SEE YOU HIT SOMEONE.
OH. UH... MAYBE.
(laughs)
(chuckles nervously)
(laughs)
(chuckles)
(bell dings, crowd cheers)
(grunting)
(crowd cheering)
(man grunting) YES!
WHOO! WHOO!
(cheering continues)
(creaks)
(woman screaming)
(continues screaming)
(crowd cheering)
**
CHARLOTTE MITCHELL WAS HER NAME. SHE WAS A BOOK WRITER,
WRITING A BOOK. GOT CONTROL OF THE CRIME SCENE.
IT'S GONNA BE A WIDE SUSPECT LIST. GET STATEMENTS
FROM ALL THE SECURITY GUARDS, VENDORS, AND ATTENDANTS.
FIND OUT WHO COULD GET BACKSTAGE. RIGHT. IT'S GONNA BE HUNDREDS, AT LEAST.
LOOK, UH, JUST TO BE CLEAR, I DON'T OWN THIS ARENA.
I SIMPLY PROMOTED THE FIGHT. I HAVE NO LIABILITY HERE.
WHAT WAS CHARLOTTE MITCHELL'S CONNECTION TO YOU?
SHE WAS WRITING A BOOK ABOUT THIS FIGHT,
ABOUT MY GUY, MANNY FLACCO, AND ROWDY MERRIMAN.
SHE SAID IT WAS A... MICROCOSM OF WHATEVER. I...
I FIGURED ANY P.R. FOR MY BOY MANNY IS GOOD P.R.
THAT'S THE KIND OF KID HE IS.
GOT THE INITIAL REPORT FROM THE M.E.--SHOT TWICE,
CLOSE RANGE. HAD A PURSE, MONEY, JEWELRY ALL INTACT.
ESTIMATED TIME OF DEATH-- 8:30, 9:00 P.M.
(cell phone rings) THAT WAS RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FIGHT.
EXCUSE ME. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU SAW MS. MITCHELL?
(sighs) WE WERE SUPPOSED TO SIT TOGETHER DURING THE FIGHT.
SHE DIDN'T SHOW UP. SIR...
WHY ARE YOU STARING AT ME LIKE THAT?
I WAS STARING?
OH, I'M SO SORRY. MY MIND WAS ELSEWHERE.
THAT'S CHARLOTTE MITCHELL, RIGHT? AND YOU'RE, UH...
AND YOU'RE LEONARD ARTASH, PROMOTER.
LET'S GO TALK TO THE FIGHTERS, SHALL WE?
REALLY?
WELL, RIGSBY JUST TOLD US IT WASN'T A ROBBERY.
WE KNOW IT WASN'T SEXUAL.
LOOKS LIKE IT WAS IN COLD BLOOD, SO NOT A CRIME OF PASSION.
WHAT'S THAT LEAVE US? I'D BET YOUR PENSION
THIS HAS SOMETHING TO DO WITH THE FIGHT.
BUT MANNY AND MERRIMAN WERE IN THE CAGE
WHEN SHE WAS SHOT. ARE YOU A DETECTIVE?
NO.
WELL, THEN.
(camera shutter clicking)
MANNY FLACCO, YOU'RE THE MAN. YOU WERE FANTASTIC IN THERE.
MESSED HIM UP LIKE HE WAS DOG MEAT.
YOU'RE GONNA BE CHAMPION OF THE WORLD. YOU HEAR ME?
(man) CHAMPION OF THE WORLD. (speaking indistinctly)
YOU GOTTA DEAL WITH THIS NOW? YES, MA'AM, WE DO.
WHAT'S THE PROBLEM, BEA? WHO ARE THOSE GUYS? THEY'RE COPS.
OH, COME ON NOW. CAN IT WAIT? LET THE KID ENJOY HIS WIN.
TALK TO HIM AFTER HE CHECKS IN WITH THE DOCTOR. I DON'T NEED THE DOC.
HEY, BETTER SAFE THAN SORRY, RIGHT? MANNY'S GOT NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS.
NOTHING TO DO WITH WHAT? CHARLOTTE MITCHELL WAS MURDERED EARLIER THIS EVENING.
CHARLOTTE MURDERED? OH, MY GOD.
STAY COOL. DON'T GET EXCITED.
SHE WAS FOUND SHOT TO DEATH IN A SERVICE CORRIDOR
UNDERNEATH THE ARENA. HAPPENED DURING YOUR FIGHT. YOU KNEW AND YOU DIDN'T TELL ME?
MANNY, COME ON. YOU KNOW WE'RE TRYING TO PROTECT YOU. LISTEN, I DIDN'T WANNA SPOIL YOUR NIGHT.
WHO DID THIS? THAT'S WHAT WE'RE LOOKING TO FIND OUT.
YOU LIKED HER A LOT, HUH? THIS LADY, UH, WHAT'S HER NAME?
"WHAT'S HER NAME?" CHARLOTTE MITCHELL.
YEAH, I LIKED HER.
EVERYBODY LIKED HER. SHE WAS GOOD PEOPLE.
YEAH, SHE WAS. YEAH.
**
OKAY.
GREAT.
WELL, THANK YOU.
UH, WHERE'S MERRIMAN'S ROOM? OH. SO WE'RE DONE NOW, ARE WE?
OH, I'M SORRY. YOU HAVE SOME QUESTIONS. YEAH.
SHE HAS SOME QUESTIONS.
YOU DON'T WANNA GO BACK THERE.
(imitates Alec Guinness as Obi-Wan Kenobi) THESE AREN'T
THE DROIDS YOU'RE LOOKING FOR.
UHH! (crash)
(grunting)
(panting)
TOUGH NIGHT, HUH?
UH... LISTEN. CONSOLATION-WISE,
YOU KNOW WHAT NIETZSCHE SAID.
WAS UNS NICHT UMBRINGT, MACHT UNS STAERKER.
MAN, WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?! YOU KNOW WHAT?
I DON'T EVEN CARE. GET YOUR BUTT OUTTA HERE!
I'M CBI. I'M INVESTIGATING A MURDER. OH, YOU'RE A COP?
WELL, NOT OFFICIALLY. NO, MAN, SCREW MURDER. I GOT A ROBBERY TO REPORT.
THAT LITTLE FANNY-PACK FLACCO WOULDN'T HAVE WON DIP
IF HE DIDN'T HAVE THE STINKIN' REF IN HIS POCKET!
SON OF A BITCH WAS HEAD-BUTTIN' ME THE WHOLE NIGHT! OUCH.
WHO GOT MURDERED? CHARLOTTE MITCHELL.
NO KIDDIN'? THE BOOK WRITER?
(scoffs) DAMN. THAT'S MESSED UP.
AIN'T GONNA BE NO BOOK NOW, I GUESS. HUH.
THEY RAPE HER AS WELL? SHE WAS KINDA HOT.
HELLO?
(chuckles)
EITHER YOU'RE A GENIUS MANIPULATOR
CONCEALING YOUR COMPLICITY IN THE CASE,
OR YOU'RE A... DIMLY LIT CLOWN.
WHICH IS IT?
YOU WERE RIGHT, BIG MAN. SAY THAT AGAIN, YOU SON OF A BITCH!
WHY DON'T YOU GET BACK HERE, SEE WHAT ONE OF YOUR MOUTHS CAN... HEY! HEY!
COME ON.
UH-HUH. UH-HUH.
I'LL GET BACK TO YOU.
(hangs up telephone)
BALLISTICS CAME BACK. 9-MILLIMETER WEAPON.
RIFLING PATTERNS AND STRIATIONS ON THE BULLETS
INDICATE THE GUN USED TO KILL CHARLOTTE MITCHELL
WAS ALSO USED IN A MURDER BACK IN 2001.
THE WEAPON WAS NEVER RECOVERED.
THE KILLER WAS A MAN NAMED JOE REYES.
GOT OUT EIGHT MONTHS AGO. EARLY RELEASE.
CHO'S STILL WORKING THROUGH SUSPECTS FROM THE ARENA.
TAKE RIGSBY AND TALK TO REYES.
FIND OUT WHAT HAPPENED TO THAT GUN.
I'M GONNA GO TALK TO THE VICTIM'S FATHER. RIGSBY'S... BUSY.
WITH WHAT?
MR. LaROCHE IS INTERVIEWING HIM. OH?
A MAN NAMED TODD JOHNSON WAS MURDERED
WHILE IN CBI CUSTODY.
YES. COP KILLER, BURNED TO DEATH IN HIS CELL.
I JUST WANTED TO GET YOUR OPINION ON SOME THINGS.
YOU WERE AN ARSON INVESTIGATOR BEFORE COMING TO CBI, RIGHT?
YEAH, IN SAN DIEGO.
YEAH. ARE YOU FAMILIAR WITH... PYROPHORIC IGNITERS?
SURE. LIQUID OR SOLID?
USED IN CONJUNCTION WITH A XYLENE ACCELERANT?
OVERKILL, I'D SAY.
REALLY?
AND THE FIRE SAFETY SYSTEM HERE IN CBI--
EASY TO ACCESS AND DEACTIVATE?
TOP-OF-THE-LINE E.S.F.R SYSTEM? NO.
BYPASSING THAT TOOK REAL KNOW-HOW.
YOU COULD DEACTIVATE IT, COULDN'T YOU?
YES, I COULD.
ARE YOU ACCUSING ME?
ARE YOU CONFESSING?
(chuckles)
YOUR FATHER IS STEVEN ROBERT RIGSBY.
YES, HE IS.
WHAT DOES HE GOT TO DO WITH THE INVESTIGATION? USED TO BE AFFILIATED
WITH THE IRON GODS MOTORCYCLE GANG, YES?
WELL, YOU KNOW HE WAS.
YES, I HAVE HIS SHEET HERE.
ROBBERY.
NARCOTICS.
ASSAULT.
MANSLAUGHTER. QUITE THE RASCAL.
LOOK, I HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH MY FATHER.
NOTHING AT ALL? NO CARD AT CHRISTMAS?
NOPE. WE DON'T TALK. I DON'T KNOW WHERE HE IS.
(door opens) LaROCHE.
YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO INFORM ME
WHEN YOU TALK TO ONE OF MY PEOPLE. THAT'S NOT A RIGHT.
THAT'S A COURTESY WE EXTEND ON OCCASION.
WELL, IN THE FUTURE,
I'D LIKE YOU TO EXTEND THAT COURTESY TO ME.
(pen clicks)
THANK YOU, AGENT RIGSBY. THAT SHOULD DO IT.
(congregation) * ...SHALL HE LEAD
* EVERY FOE IS VANQUISHED
* AND CHRIST IS LORD INDEED
AMEN, AMEN. (congregation) AMEN.
WELCOME.
WE HAVE NEWCOMERS, BROTHERS AND SISTERS.
MAKE 'EM FEEL WELCOME.
(applause) (mouths word)
JOSEPH REYES?
MY GUN. A-A WOMAN WAS KILLED WITH MY GUN?
SAME ONE YOU USED BACK IN 2001.
(sighs) SO YOU JUST CANNOT ESCAPE THE SINS OF THE PAST.
ALL YOU CAN DO IS ASK THE LORD'S GUIDANCE
AND YOU KNOW, KEEP ON, MAN.
DID YOU KNOW CHARLOTTE MITCHELL? NO, MA'AM, I DID NOT,
AND I DON'T HAVE THAT GUN ANYMORE EITHER.
GOT RID OF IT BACK WHEN YOU SHOT THAT GUY?
WHAT DID YOU DO WITH IT? I GAVE IT TO A LADY FRIEND OF MINE AT THE TIME.
WHAT DID SHE DO WITH IT? THAT I DON'T KNOW. I HAVEN'T SEEN HER SINCE MY ARREST.
WHAT WAS THE LADY'S NAME?
UH... DAWN. DAWN MAY.
ADDRESS? DON'T KNOW. LIKE I SAID,
I DIDN'T LOOK FOR HER WHEN I GOT OUT.
AFTER FINDING MY FAITH, I REALIZE I HAD TO TURN MY BACK
ON ALL MY EVIL WAYS AND ALL THE PEOPLE
THAT COULD POSSIBLY LEAD ME BACK THERE.
ALL RIGHT.
THANKS FOR YOUR TIME.
WHY DID YOU KILL THAT MAN BACK IN 2001?
IF YOU DON'T MIND MY ASKING.
(scoffs)
I DON'T KNOW, MA'AM.
IT WAS FOOLISHNESS.
LOOK, I-I DID A LOT OF BAD THINGS BACK IN THE DAY,
AND THAT WAS JUST THE ONE THEY CAUGHT ME FOR.
THIS IS GOD'S PLAN.
(woman laughs) HERE IT IS. I FOUND IT.
(man) GOOD, GOOD, GOOD, GOOD. OKAY.
HOLD IT UP. DAD. (laughs)
NO, COME ON. HOLD IT UP. HIGHER, HIGHER, HIGHER. OKAY.
IT'S JUST A TOWN HALL REPORT. NO, IT'S YOUR FIRST NEWSPAPER ARTICLE--
(video pauses)
(sighs)
SHE WAS A GOOD GIRL.
A FINE HUMAN BEING.
WE'RE SORRY FOR YOUR LOSS, MR. MITCHELL.
HMM. (whispers) THANK YOU.
WOULD YOU MIND TERRIBLY IF I JUST TOOK A LITTLE LOOK AROUND?
UH, NO, UH, NOT AT ALL.
THE KITCHEN IS, UH, THERE, AND HER OFFICE IS THIS WAY.
THESE...
ARE HER NOTEBOOKS.
SHE KEPT GOOD NOTES.
I TAUGHT HER THAT.
I APOLOGIZED TO HER ONLY LAST WEEK,
TEACHING HER A DYING PROFESSION.
JOURNALISM'S DYING, YOU KNOW.
ALL THIS...
INTERNET.
UH, MAYBE WE SHOULD GO IN THE LIVING ROOM, MR. MITCHELL.
UH, YEAH. THANK YOU.
SURE.
I'LL BE RIGHT THERE.
CAN I GET YOU SOMETHING TO DRINK, MR. MITCHELL?
SOME WATER, MAYBE?
YEAH. THAT WOULD BE VERY NICE, THANK YOU.
(click)
IT'S NEWSPAPER ARTICLES.
NO, I'VE BEEN PUBLISHED IN REAL NEWSPAPERS BEFORE. THOSE WERE NOT REAL NEWSPAPERS.
YES, THEY WERE SO! NO, THEY WEREN'T.
NO, OKAY. ALL RIGHT, ALL RIGHT.
NOW I WANT YOU TO READ FROM IT.
COME ON. READ FROM IT.
I'M READING IT.
OH, HA HA. OUT LOUD! (laughs) GO ON!
(giggles) "GROVE PARK INTERIM MAYOR JOYCE FRANKLIN
"PRESIDED TODAY OVER THE OPENING
"OF A BRAND-NEW SENIOR CENTER
NAMED FOR RETIRING COUNCILMAN SAM CHAPIN."
UH... THERE.
READ THE WHOLE THING. COME ON.
"THE CENTER WILL SERVE THE GROVE PARK COMMUNITY
AND THE SURROUNDING AREAS..." (thud)
"LOCAL RETIREES CAN LOOK FORWARD
TO A WEALTH OF PROGRAMS, INCLUDING WATER AEROBICS..."
JANE!
HEART ATTACK. AMBULANCE.
(cell phone beeps)
(breathing heavily)
(man) MERRIMAN HAS NOT MADE UP ANY GROUND
WITH 2 MINUTES TO GO IN ROUND 3.
THANKS. LET US KNOW.
FLACCO IS CONTINUING TO PUMMEL MERRIMAN...
THE DOCTORS SAY TOM MITCHELL HAD A MAJOR CARDIAC ARREST. HMM. I COULD HAVE TOLD THEM THAT.
THEY WERE ABLE TO STABILIZE HIM, BUT HE'S STILL UNCONSCIOUS.
THEY'RE GONNA KEEP HIM IN I.C.U. UNTIL HE WAKES UP. POOR MAN.
OH! FLACCO WITH A SOLID RIGHT.
OOH. WENT DOWN AND STAYED DOWN.
OH, YEAH.
BUT I'VE BEEN LOOKING THROUGH MITCHELL'S NOTEBOOKS.
ASIDE FROM A WHOLE BUNCH OF STUFF ABOUT THE DANGERS
OF MIXED MARTIAL ARTS FIGHTING AND BLOOD MARKERS,
SHE WAS LOOKING FOR A FIGHT FIXING ANGLE.
WHAT DO YOU THINK? MERRIMAN TOOK A FALL?
AH, I CAN'T SEE IT. IT'S WORTH KILLING OVER, THOUGH.
A LOT OF MONEY TO BE MADE ON A SURE THING.
SEE WHAT HE HAS TO SAY ABOUT FIGHT FIXING. (remote control clatters)
(punches landing)
MR. ARTASH?
ALL RIGHT, 60/40 SPLIT.
AND AN OPTION FOR HIS NEXT THREE FIGHTS.
HEY, ALTERNATIVELY, GO EAT A SHOELACE.
I WANT--HEY. I WANT THE DEAL DONE BY FRIDAY.
CALL ME BACK. (laughs) WE GOT IT!
MANNY FIGHTS FOR THE TITLE, SIX MONTHS' TIME.
$2 MILLION PURSE.
HA. CAN I PICK 'EM OR WHAT?
YOU SEE THAT KID WITH THE LONG HAIR?
HE'S GONNA BE MY NEXT CHAMPION. MARK MY WORDS. FIGHT FIXING--WHAT CAN YOU TELL US ABOUT IT?
NO, THAT DOESN'T HAPPEN. THE BOARD FINDS OUT,
EVERYONE INVOLVED IS DONE FOREVER.
AND YOU NEED A FIGHTER WILLING TO TAKE A DIVE,
WHICH MERRIMAN ISN'T. (Lisbon) NO?
EGOTISTICAL JERK LIKE HIM?
COME ON! STICK THE JAB AND SHOOT IT.
STICK AND SHOOT! (grunting)
GET OFF THE ROPES!
YOUR FIGHTER LOOKS BIGGER AND STRONGER.
SHOULDN'T HE BE WINNING? HE'S SLOWER AND DUMBER.
(continues grunting)
YOU'RE FLOYD BENTON, AREN'T YOU?
DIDN'T YOU TRAIN MANNY FLACCO? USED TO, UNTIL HE GOT TOO BIG AND SMART TO LEARN.
COME ON, SON OF A BITCH. STICK IT! MOVE! COME ON!
AH. POLICE OFFICER.
HOW'D YOU KNOW?
POLICE AND FINE WOMEN ALWAYS THINK THEY GOT A RIGHT
TO BE WHEREVER THEY'RE AT, AND YOU AIN'T NO FINE WOMAN. I'M HERE ABOUT CHARLOTTE MITCHELL.
YEAH. POOR GIRL.
YOU THINK IT WAS ABOUT THE FIGHT?
WHAT DO YOU THINK?
I THINK IF IT WASN'T ABOUT THE FIGHT,
YOU WOULDN'T EVEN BE HERE.
WHAT ASPECT OF THE FIGHT DO YOU THINK WOULD MOTIVATE MURDER?
(chuckles) YOU'RE THE DETECTIVE.
WHAT, AM I SUPPOSED TO DO YOUR JOB FOR YOU?
WHAT IF I DO YOUR JOB FOR YOU?
IS THAT A FAIR EXCHANGE?
SHOOT.
(lowers voice) ARTASH'S PROSPECT HAS A TELL.
HE TAPS HIS FOREHEAD BEFORE HE THROWS A RIGHT UPPERCUT.
WHEN HE DOES THAT, YOUR GUY
SHOULD STEP TO THE RIGHT AND THROW A HOOK.
HUH.
DAMN, IF YOU AIN'T ALMOST CORRECT.
YOU GOT A GOOD EYE.
WELL, THANK YOU. NOW IT'S YOUR TURN.
CHARLOTTE MITCHELL-- WHO KILLED HER?
DON'T KNOW. BUT I WILL SAY THIS.
THERE'S MORE TO MANNY FLACCO THAN MEETS THE EYE.
OH. AND WHAT'S THAT?
JUST A VIBE I GET.
DOES THAT VIBE HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH THE FACT
THAT HE FIRED YOU AS HIS TRAINER?
I'M A BIGGER MAN THAN THAT.
OKAY, LISTEN UP. COME HERE. COME HERE, COME HERE, COME HERE.
LISTEN, THE MAN THERE...
THERE SHE IS-- JOE REYES' OLD GIRLFRIEND.
KEEP ON GOING. ALL RIGHT. COME ON NOW.
KEEP MOVIN'. (Cho) DAWN MAY?
WE NEED TO TALK. WHAT'S THIS ABOUT?
YOU REMEMBER A GUY NAMED JOE REYES?
WE NEED TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO A GUN HE GAVE YOU. COULD YOU GUYS KEEP IT DOWN?
PEOPLE AROUND HERE MIGHT GET UPSET,
THEY KNEW ABOUT MY PAST BUSINESS. THE GUN--WHAT'D YOU DO WITH IT?
I GAVE IT TO MY COUSIN BOBBY.
I DON'T KNOW WHAT HE DID WITH IT.
WHERE'S YOUR COUSIN BOBBY?
DEAD. GOT BLOWN UP IN IRAQ.
(cell phone rings) EXCUSE ME.
HELLO? I DON'T KNOW WHAT HE DID WITH IT.
AGENT RIGSBY, THIS IS J.J. LaROCHE.
WHERE ARE YOU? WE NEED TO TALK MORE.
I'M WORKING A CASE. When are you coming back in?
WELL, I COULDN'T SAY. IT'S AN ACTIVE CASE.
I COULD AGENT LISBON TO BRING YOU BACK.
Should I do that?
I'LL BE THERE IN AN HOUR.
...TWO KIDS I'M TRYING TO RAISE RIGHT WHO DON'T KNOW
THE KIND OF LIFE I USED TO LEAD. MA'AM, WE WON'T SPEAK
TO YOUR CHILDREN ABOUT THIS UNLESS WE NEED TO. YOU READY?
YEAH. THANK YOU, MA'AM. WE'LL BE IN TOUCH. THANK YOU.
SAYS SHE WAS AT A PARENT-TEACHER CONFERENCE
THE NIGHT BEFORE LAST. SHOULD BE EASY TO CHECK.
ANYTHING WRONG? WHO CALLED?
NOTHING. NOBODY.
YOU SAID THERE HAD BEEN NO CONTACT.
BUT PHONE RECORDS SHOW SIX PHONE CALLS FROM YOUR FATHER
BETWEEN JUNE AND JULY OF 2008.
WHAT DOES THIS HAVE TO DO WITH SOMEONE BURNING
A COP KILLER TO DEATH HERE IN CBI?
NOTHING... DIRECTLY.
BUT IT DOES SPEAK TO CHARACTER.
YOU'RE QUESTIONING MY CHARACTER?
DID YOU KNOW THERE ARE CRIMINOLOGICAL STUDIES
THAT POSIT CRIMINALITY AS A HERITABLE TRAIT?
LIKE EYE COLOR OR A BARITONE VOICE.
WH-WHAT?
I JUST MEAN... IT MAY NOT BE YOUR FAULT, AGENT RIGSBY.
YOU MAY SIMPLY BE PREDISPOSED TO CRIMINAL BEHAVIOR,
SCIENTIFICALLY SPEAKING. LOOK, MY FATHER CALLED ME
ABOUT A MIX-UP WITH HIS PAROLE OFFICER.
WAS I SUPPOSED TO IGNORE HIM? HANG UP?
AND DID YOU FORGET THAT CONVERSATION,
OR YOU JUST CHOSE NOT TO SPEAK OF IT? I FORGOT.
ARE WE DONE HERE? I THINK WE'RE DONE.
(knock on door frame) HEY. I GOT SOMETHING.
A SECURITY GUARD HAD A RUN-IN WITH CHARLOTTE MITCHELL
BEFORE THE FIGHT.
SHE WAS TRYING TO GET INTO THE DRESSING ROOM AREA.
DIDN'T HAVE THE RIGHT KIND OF ACCESS LAMINATE,
SO HE WOULDN'T LET HER IN. SHE GOT AGITATED, MADE A SCENE,
AND HE THREW HER OUT. THIS WAS AT APPROXIMATELY 6:30.
6:30? AND THAT PUTS HER IN THE ARENA AN HOUR
BEFORE THE M.E.'s ESTIMATE. YEP, AND THAT MEANS FLACCO AND MERRIMAN
BOTH HAD OPPORTUNITY. THEY'RE SUSPECTS, TOO. BRING 'EM BOTH IN.
SEE WHAT THEY HAVE TO SAY UNDER QUESTIONING. OKAY.
(elevator bell dings)
MR. MERRIMAN, YOUR ASSOCIATES ARE GONNA HAVE TO WAIT OUTSIDE.
OH, THEY'RE COOL. THEY'RE COOL OUTSIDE.
HEY, FLACCO, YOU LITTLE PUNK! YOU USED PLASTER WRAPS,
DIDN'T YOU? I KNOW A LITTLE PUNK LIKE YOU DON'T HIT THAT HARD! MR. AND MRS. FLACCO, WHY DON'T WE TALK IN MY OFFICE?
COME ON, BABE. OH, NOW YOU RUNNING AWAY, MANNY? JUST LIKE YOU DID
IN THE CAGE, HUH?
2 MILLION PEOPLE SAW ME KICK YOUR BUTT. LIVE WITH IT. OH, HELL, NO. COME ON!
CONTROL YOURSELVES, BOTH OF YOU.
LOOK, EITHER OF YOU TRY ANYTHING,
AND I'M GONNA PUT YOU IN CUFFS. SO LET'S JUST CALM DOWN
AND GET BACK TO BUSINESS.
(smacks lips)
I THINK YOU LIKE GETTING BEATEN UP.
A LITTLE MASOCHISTIC STREAK THERE, HUH?
UHH! (men shouting indistinctly)
THANKS FOR THAT. THANKS.
BREAK IT UP, GUYS! THAT IS ENOUGH!
(grunting) (Lisbon) BREAK IT UP!
GET OFF ME! (screaming)
(Lisbon) BREAK IT UP NOW!
DO YOU PEOPLE EVEN KNOW WHAT YOU'RE DOING?
SIT DOWN, MR. LIMA. NO! NOT UNTIL YOU TELL ME
WHY YOU'RE SETTING MANNY UP TO GET JUMPED.
MR. LIMA, HOW WE CONDUCT INTERVIEWS IS NOT YOUR CONCERN. IT IS IF IT ENDANGERS MY FIGHTER.
MANNY SHOULDN'T HAVE BEEN CALLED IN HERE ANYWAY.
HE'S GRIEVING FOR CHARLOTTE. WE JUST NEED TO ASK HIM A FEW QUESTIONS.
NOW, PLEASE, TAKE A SEAT. WHY? I MEAN, YOU GOT THE MAN YOU WANT ALREADY.
YOU MEAN ROWDY MERRIMAN? YOU SAW HIM. HE DOESN'T LIKE IT
WHEN HE DOESN'T GET WHAT HE WANTS,
AND HE DIDN'T GET WHAT HE WANTED FROM CHARLOTTE. AND WHAT DID HE WANT?
GUESS.
NAH, I DIDN'T KILL THE WRITER LADY.
WHY WOULD I? I'VE LOOKED AT YOUR RAP SHEET.
THERE'S A HISTORY OF VIOLENCE AGAINST WOMEN.
PFFT. MAN, IF I SLAP A BITCH, IT'S 'CAUSE SHE ASKED FOR IT.
BITCHES LIKE TO GET SLAPPED. DON'T ASK ME WHY.
DID CHARLOTTE MITCHELL ASK FOR IT? NO, SHE DIDN'T.
BUT I ASKED HER, THOUGH, YOU KNOW? HUH.
YOU KNOW, SHE WAS LIKE... (high-pitched voice) "EW!"
YOU KNOW, I DISGUSTED HER, MAN.
NICE, CLEAN, COLLEGE LADY. SHE REJECTED YOU. HOW'D THAT MAKE YOU FEEL?
LIKE I HAD TO CALL ANOTHER BITCH TO BREAK ME OFF A PIECE,
WHICH I DID. NOW SHE WAS RESEARCHING YOU AND FLACCO.
MAYBE SHE FOUND OUT SOMETHING ABOUT YOU
YOU DIDN'T WANT ANYBODY TO KNOW.
(scoffs) MAN, YOU KNOW WHAT? I GOT NOTHIN' TO HIDE.
I'M STRAIGHT UP THUG, AND I'M PROUD OF IT.
YOU KNOW, WHAT THEY GONNA SAY ABOUT ME THAT
AIN'T ALREADY BEEN SAID, HUH? NAH. LITTLE MR. PERFECT--
HE'S THE ONE GOT SECRETS TO BE HIDIN'. FLACCO-- WHAT'S HE GOT TO HIDE?
(scoffs) I MEAN, HE WAS KNOCKING BOOTS
WITH THAT WRITER LADY, FOR ONE,
DOGGING ON THAT NASTY LITTLE WIFE OF HIS. YOU GOT PROOF OF THAT?
(scoffs) PROOF, MAN. ASK THE PUNK, DUDE.
HE'LL BE LIKE... (whines in high-pitched voice)
YEAH, GO ASK HIM.
(blinds clatter)
MR. FLACCO?
DO YOU WANT YOUR WIFE PRESENT DURING OUR INTERVIEW?
NORMALLY, WE DO THIS ALONE.
I NEED HER HERE. I GOT NO SECRETS FROM BEA.
OKAY. WHAT WAS YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH CHARLOTTE MITCHELL?
SHE WAS WRITING A BOOK ABOUT ME AND ROWDY, ABOUT THE FIGHT.
WHICH STARTED WHEN? SINCE I STARTED TRAINING FOR THE FIGHT,
ABOUT SIX MONTHS AGO.
AND HOW ABOUT WHEN YOU WEREN'T TRAINING?
WHAT DOES THAT MEAN? DON'T ACT DUMB, MANNY.
SHE WANTS TO KNOW IF YOU WERE SLEEPING WITH HER. WHAT? NO.
LOOK AT ME WHEN YOU SAY THAT. HONEY, I WASN'T SLEEPING WITH HER.
"HONEY"? (scoffs) PLEASE.
SO HE'S SLEEPING WITH HER? SO WHAT? BEA--
NO. I DON'T WANNA HEAR IT NOW.
WE'VE BEEN TOGETHER SINCE I'M 13,
MARRIED SINCE 17, 4 KIDS.
YOU THINK I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON?
HE'S A PROFESSIONAL ATHLETE.
I BLAME IT ON THE WOMEN. MEN DON'T KNOW ANY BETTER.
BABY, I NEVER S-- AND YOU KNOW WHAT? MANNY'S GOOD. HE DOESN'T GO ALL CRAZY.
BUT WE DO HAVE THE NURSE AT THE PHYSIO CLINIC,
THE TWO WAITRESSES IN VEGAS, THE GIRL AT LEN'S CLUB--
WHERE WERE YOU THE NIGHT OF THE FIGHT, MS. FLACCO?
BACKSTAGE.
I-I CAN'T TAKE IT WHEN MANNY'S FIGHTING.
I WAIT UNTIL IT'S OVER.
WAS ANYBODY WITH YOU?
YES. PLENTY OF PEOPLE. THERE'S ALWAYS PEOPLE AROUND.
BUT YEAH, YOU KNOW WHAT?
(gasps) I COULD HAVE SNEAKED OFF AND KILLED THE LADY...
ONLY I DIDN'T. WE DONE?
FOR NOW.
BEA, COME ON. NO, NO, NO.
DON'T BE MAD. NOT HERE.
YOU WANT TO TALK TO FLOYD BENTON.
THE LADY WAS GONNA WRITE ABOUT HOW HE DOPES
HIS YOUNG FIGHTERS AT HIS GYM.
THAT'S WHY WE TOOK MANNY OUT OF THERE.
WHERE WERE YOU THE NIGHT OF THE FLACCO/MERRIMAN FIGHT?
AT THE FIGHT. I HAD TO BUY A TICKET. YOU BELIEVE THAT?
CHARLOTTE MITCHELL ASKED YOU
ABOUT STEROID USE AT YOUR GYM, CORRECT?
BEATRIZ FLACCO.
SHE HASN'T LIKED ME SINCE SHE WAS A LITTLE GIRL IN PIGTAILS.
WHAT'S BEATRIZ FLACCO GOT TO DO WITH THIS?
SHE TOLD YOU THAT CRAP. WE HEARD FROM NUMEROUS SOURCES
THAT FLACCO FIRED YOU AS HIS TRAINER
BECAUSE YOU WERE PUSHING STEROIDS ON HIM.
NO ONE WAS PUSHED TO DO ANYTHING. BUT THERE WAS STEROID ABUSE,
AND CHARLOTTE FOUND OUT ABOUT IT, RIGHT?
BIG SCOOP. ATHLETES GET JUICED.
STEROID ABUSE IS A CRIME.
(laughs) SO ARREST ME. I WON'T RESIST.
I'VE DONE FAR WORSE THINGS THAN ABUSE STEROIDS.
I WOULDN'T HURT A LADY OVER SOME PICAYUNE NONSENSE LIKE...
STEROIDS? PLEASE.
(chuckles)
THEY ALL HAD MOTIVE, AND THEY ALL HAD OPPORTUNITY.
HMM. WHAT ABOUT THE NOTEBOOKS?
I READ HER LAST SIX MONTHS OF NOTES.
THERE'S NOTHING USEFUL THAT I COULD SEE. COULD I TAKE A LOOK?
BE MY GUEST.
EXCUSE ME, AGENT.
MR. REYES, WHAT BRINGS YOU HERE? LOOK, I JUST SAW ON TV THAT THAT LADY WHO DIED--
HER FATHER JUST HAD A HEART ATTACK.
NOW IS HE GONNA BE OKAY? I'M NOT SURE YET. HE'S IN I.C.U.
HMM.
WHAT'S UP, MR. REYES?
LOOK, I-I LIED BEFORE.
TAKE A SEAT.
THANKS.
(clears throat)
(mug clatters)
GO AHEAD.
WHEN I TOLD YOU I DON'T SEE DAWN ANYMORE,
WELL, I-I DO... SEE HER EVERY NOW AND AGAIN.
Y-YOU KNOW, FOR OLD TIMES' SAKE. HEY, WHY NOT?
YOU PEOPLE GOT ME THINKING ABOUT THAT DAMN GUN
AND ALL THE MESS IT'S CAUSED, SO I WENT TO SEE DAWN,
AND SHE TOLD ME SHE TOLD YOU SHE GAVE THAT GUN
TO HER COUSIN BOBBY, WHO PASSED. THAT'S RIGHT. WE CAN'T TRACK THE GUN PAST HIM.
YEAH, WELL, IT'S NOT TRUE WHAT SHE SAID.
SHE DIDN'T GAVE THAT GUN TO BOBBY, GOD REST HIS SOUL.
SHE JUST SAID THAT BECAUSE BOBBY'S DEAD,
AND HE CAN'T DENY IT, YOU KNOW?
SHE DIDN'T WANNA GET INTO TROUBLE. WHAT DID SHE DO WITH THE GUN?
(Spanish hip-hop playing)
(engines rumbling)
FRANK LOPEZ. WE NEED TO TALK TO YOU.
CBI? I AIN'T NEVER BEEN QUESTIONED BY THE CBI. GUYS...
THANK YOU.
(clears throat)
WHAT YOU GOT?
TEN YEARS AGO, A WOMAN NAMED DAWN MAY
GAVE YOU A 9-MILLIMETER HANDGUN. SHE DID?
YOU STILL HAVE THE WEAPON? WHY DO YOU ASK?
WELL, THE GUN WAS USED IN A MURDER TWO DAYS AGO.
OOPS. DAWN MAY. THE NAME'S NOT RINGING ANY BELLS.
WHAT KIND OF GUN WAS IT?
9-MILLIMETER.
OH, YEAH! YEAH, IT WAS A NICE WEAPON. A GLOCK.
YEAH, DAWN.
SKINNY, CRAZY GIRL. (chuckles) WHAT HAPPENED TO DAWN?
OH, SHE'S FINE. AND THE GLOCK?
OH, I LOST IT. YOU LOST IT.
YEAH. FOUR YEARS AGO... AT A CLUB CALLED, UH...
NARCISSUS. YOU KNOW IT?
THERE WAS A SCUFFLE. I HAD TO RUN OUT AFTER SOME PUNK.
NEXT TIME I LOOK, THE 9 WAS GONE.
IT'S A NICE WEAPON, BUT WHAT CAN YOU DO?
UH-HUH. AND, UH, WHERE WERE YOU TWO NIGHTS AGO?
(laughs)
I WAS HERE.
ANY ONE OF THESE GUYS WILL TELL YOU.
YOU DON'T BELIEVE ME? YOU CAN LIE-DETECT ME.
I AIN'T WORRIED.
(cell phone rings)
**
WHAT'D YOU GET?
THAT GUY LaROCHE-- HE WANTS TO TALK TO ME,
WANTS ME TO COME IN. WHAT'D HE TALK TO YOU ABOUT?
OKAY, LOOK, UH, I HAVE TO TELL YOU SOMETHING.
UM... I SHOULD'VE TOLD YOU BEFORE, BUT I DIDN'T.
(breathes deeply) TWO YEARS AGO, MY DAD CALLED ME,
AND HE WAS GETTING HIT WITH A PAROLE VIOLATION.
SEEN CONSORTING WITH KNOWN CRIMINALS,
AND HE WAS LOOKING AT A FULL 20-YEAR BIT IN FOLSOM.
SO YOU ALIBIED HIM OUT.
YEAH. I SAID HE WAS WITH ME AT THE TIME, BUT... (sighs)
I'M FAMILY. SO THE PAROLE OFFICER
WANTED TO KNOW IF THERE WAS ANYBODY ELSE THERE,
YOU KNOW, WHO COULD VERIFY IT, AND... I SAID YOU.
WHAT? IT JUST CAME OUT OF MY MOUTH.
I SWEAR TO GOD, IF I COULD'VE TAKEN IT BACK, I WOULD'VE.
BUT THEY NEVER CHECKED BACK WITH YOU,
AND EVERYTHING SEEMED FINE, SO I JUST FORGOT ABOUT IT
UNTIL LaROCHE STARTED QUESTIONING ME.
SO YOU INVOLVED ME IN YOUR PERJURY,
AND NOW P.S.U. IS INVESTIGATING IT.
IF LaROCHE FINDS OUT ABOUT THIS, MY CAREER IS OVER.
YEAH, IT IS, UNLESS I LIE AS WELL, BACK YOU UP, RIGHT? LOOK, I'M SORRY, MAN.
I KNOW I'VE PUT YOU IN A BAD SPOT.
I'VE BEEN A COP CLOSE TO TEN YEARS.
NEVER LIED TO ANOTHER COP, NOT ONCE.
LOOK, I'M NOT ASKING FOR YOU TO LIE NOW.
I JUST... I WANT YOU TO DO WHAT YOU THINK IS RIGHT.
YEAH.
(keys turn in ignition, engine starts)
SO WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO? (gears shift)
I'M NOT LYING FOR YOU.
(Artash) MANNY FLACCO WILL BE FIGHTING
FOR THE MIDDLEWEIGHT CROWN ON CINCO DE MAYO.
IT WILL BE A SECOND AMERICAN REVOLUTION.
WHAT A COUNTRY.
WHERE ELSE CAN A KID FROM THE BARRIO
AND A SON OF ARMENIAN IMMIGRANTS
COME TOGETHER TO MAKE SOMETHING LIKE THIS HAPPEN?
ME, A GUY, WHO FIVE YEARS AGO, OWNED A FEW PARKING LOTS
AND A COUPLE OF RESTAURANTS AND NIGHTCLUBS?
AND A KID WHO NEVER GRADUATED HIGH SCHOOL.
BUT WE HAD A DREAM, AND TODAY THAT DREAM IS A REALITY.
GOD BLESS AMERICA.
ANYTHING ON MITCHELL'S NOTES?
NOT A THING. (click)
MANNY FLACCO IS CHALLENGING FOR THE MIDDLEWEIGHT CROWN.
LEN ARTASH JUST ANNOUNCED IT.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
GOING TO TALK TO LEN ARTASH. YOU COMING?
(grunting)
PULL GUARD!
REVERSE, REVERSE, REVERSE.
WATCH THE GUILLOTINE! ARTASH, GOT SOME QUESTIONS FOR YOU.
YOU WERE BORN IN AMERICA, YES? THAT'S RIGHT.
AND YOUR PARENTS ARE ARMENIAN. YES. WHY?
WHAT WAS YOUR FATHER'S NAME? ARIK ARTASHIAN.
WHAT'S YOUR FATHER'S NAME? FLOYD.
UH-HUH. AND YOUR MOTHER?
NANCY. WHAT IS THIS ABOUT?
NANCY--DOESN'T SOUND LIKE AN ARMENIAN NAME.
NO, IT'S NOT. IT'S WHAT SHE CALLED HERSELF
WHEN SHE GOT HERE TO AMERICA. WHAT WAS SHE CHRISTENED?
NARGIZ.
AND DO YOU HAVE--
NARGIZ. I BET THAT MEANS SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL.
IT'S A FLOWER.
EITHER OF YOU RECOGNIZE THIS?
NO. WHAT IS IT?
IT'S CHARLOTTE MITCHELL'S NOTEBOOK.
YOU KNOW WHAT THAT SAYS?
WHAT ABOUT YOU?
NO. WHAT DO YOU THINK IT IS?
I DON'T KNOW. SOME KIND OF CODED SHORTHAND, MOST LIKELY.
DOESN'T MATTER. UH, I'LL BET HER FATHER KNOWS WHAT IT SAYS.
DOCTORS SAID THAT THOMAS MITCHELL HAS TAKEN A TURN
FOR THE BETTER. UH, EXPECTED TO REGAIN CONSCIOUSNESS
IN 12 TO 24 HOURS, RIGHT? RIGHT.
RIGHT, SO THERE WE HAVE IT. THOMAS MITCHELL WILL TELL US
WHAT THIS SAYS, AND THEN I'LL BET WE WILL FIND OUT
WHAT CHARLOTTE LEARNED THAT GOT HER KILLED.
I WENT THROUGH THAT ENTIRE NOTEBOOK.
THERE WASN'T ANY SHORTHAND IN IT.
REALLY? HOW WEIRD. WONDER WHERE IT CAME FROM.
(clears throat) YOU SERVED IN THE MILITARY,
DIDN'T YOU, AGENT CHO?
YES.
RANGERS, WAS IT?
SPECIAL FORCES.
AH. HMM.
SO... YOU UNDERSTAND THE CONCEPT OF HONOR.
THAT'S AN AFFIDAVIT THAT WAYNE RIGSBY SIGNED
SAYING THAT YOU AND HE SPENT AN AFTERNOON
WITH HIS CRIMINAL FATHER.
YOU REMEMBER THAT DAY, AGENT CHO?
AGENT RIGSBY INITIALLY CLAIMED
TO HAVE NO CONTACT WITH HIS FATHER
THEN BECAME EVASIVE WHEN CONFRONTED WITH HIS FALSEHOOD.
LOOKING INTO IT, I... DISCOVERED THAT...
WAYNE PROVIDED AN ALIBI THAT KEPT HIS FATHER OUT OF JAIL...
AND YOU WERE PART OF THAT ALIBI.
SO...
I JUST NEED YOU TO CONFIRM...
(papers rustle)
ON YOUR HONOR...
THAT YOU WERE INDEED THERE THAT DAY.
YES, I WAS.
I WAS THERE WITH AGENT RIGSBY AND HIS FATHER.
OKAY.
GOOD.
(pen clicks)
WHAT DID YOU DO THAT AFTERNOON...
THE THREE OF YOU?
GIVE ME SOME DETAILS.
(folder sliding)
I DON'T RECALL.
NOTHING AT ALL?
STRANGE.
I WAS THERE.
I'LL SWEAR TO IT.
YOU NEED ME TO SIGN SOMETHING TO MAKE IT OFFICIAL?
NO.
THAT WON'T BE NECESSARY.
THAT'LL BE ALL. THANK YOU, AGENT.
(pen clicks)
(indistinct conversations, telephone ringing in distance)
I TOLD HIM I WAS WITH YOU.
ALL RIGHT, LET'S GO. WE'VE GOTTA GET TO THE HOSPITAL.
JANE AND VAN PELT ARE ALREADY THERE. YOU GUYS OKAY?
LET'S GO. I'LL EXPLAIN ON THE WAY.
(monitor beeping steadily)
(lowered voice) ALL CLEAR IN MITCHELL'S ROOM.
HALLWAY'S CLEAR.
(lowered voice) ALL CLEAR HERE.
(telephone ringing in distance)
WAIT A MINUTE.
(woman over P.A.) PAGING DR. BENDER.
I THINK I SAW REYES. HE'S HEADED YOUR WAY.
PAGING DR. BENDER, PLEASE.
(indistinct conversations)
I SEE HIM, CHO. CUT HIM OFF.
MR. REYES.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?
UM, I WAS JUST COMING TO PAY MY RESPECTS. NO, YOU CAN'T BE HERE. WE HAVE TO LEAVE NOW.
WAIT. I DIDN'T MEAN ANYTHING. WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
DON'T ARGUE, MR. REYES. RIGHT THIS WAY. COME ON.
(woman speaking indistinctly over P.A.)
(plastic squeaks)
(door closes)
(monitor beeping steadily, ventilator whooshing)
(curtain rings rattle)
MR. LIMA, PUT YOUR HANDS ON YOUR HEAD WHERE I CAN SEE 'EM.
MR. MITCHELL LEFT THE I.C.U. YESTERDAY,
BUT I'LL BE GLAD TO PASS ON YOUR BEST WISHES.
WHATEVER. YOU GOT NOTHING.
THAT NOTEBOOK SHORTHAND CRAP WON'T FLY IN COURT.
TRUE ENOUGH. I HAPPENED TO WRITE
THAT NOTEBOOK SHORTHAND CRAP MYSELF.
CHARLOTTE MITCHELL WAS MURDERED BECAUSE SHE DISCOVERED A SECRET.
I SIMPLY HAD TO CONVINCE THE KILLER
THAT THE SECRET DIDN'T DIE WITH HER. ET VOILà.
AND THIS SHOULD FLY NICELY IN COURT.
YOU GOT IT ALL WRONG-- SAVE IT. THIS IS THE GUN THAT WAS USED
TO SHOOT CHARLOTTE MITCHELL,
AND YOU'RE THE ONE WHO KILLED HER.
MM-HMM-HMM. (handcuffs clicking)
YOU CAN HAVE THESE BACK NOW, MR. MITCHELL.
I, UH...
I'M SORRY, BUT I-I SCRIBBLED IN ONE OF THOSE.
THAT'S, UH, HOW WE CAUGHT THE MAN THAT SHOT YOUR DAUGHTER.
I HOPE YOU DON'T MIND.
NO, NO. THAT'S, UH...
SO... UM, IT'S OVER?
Y-YOU'VE SOLVED THE CASE?
YES. NOW WE'RE JUST TYING UP SOME LOOSE ENDS.
(monitor beeping steadily)
NEVER--NEVER WOULD'VE FIGURED SUGE LIMA AS A MURDERER.
YEAH, THAT'S TERRIBLE.
SHOCKING. YES, IT IS.
WHAT FOR?
SO, UH... IS THERE ANYTHING I CAN DO TO HELP?
THERE IS, ACTUALLY.
YOUR--YOUR MOTHER'S NAME-- THE, UH, THE FLOWER? YES. NARGIZ.
NARGIZ, WHICH MEANS...
NARCISSUS-- SAME NAME AS YOUR CLUB,
NAMED IT AFTER YOUR MOM.
YEAH.
CLUB NARCISSUS,
WHERE FRANK LOPEZ LOST JOE REYES' GUN.
YEAH, THE ONE HE GOT FROM DAWN MAY.
THAT ONE.
WHO? WHAT?
YOU DON'T KNOW THE GUYS, BUT WE KNOW HOW YOU GOT THE GUN
THAT LIMA USED TO KILL CHARLOTTE MITCHELL,
AND YOU'RE UNDER ARREST. STAND UP. THE ONLY THING WE DON'T KNOW IS WHY YOU HAD TO KILL HER.
AND THAT'S WHAT WE'RE GONNA FIND OUT. (handcuffs clicking)
MR. FLACCO, DO YOU REMEMBER AROUND A YEAR AGO,
GIVING BLOOD TO BE TESTED?
SURE. RESULTS CAME BACK,
SAID I WAS AS HEALTHY AS A HORSE. SUGE TOLD ME.
SUGE LIED.
HE AND ARTASH SUBMITTED THE SAMPLES
UNDER SUGE'S NAME INSTEAD OF YOURS JUST IN CASE.
MARKERS SHOWED A HIGH LEVEL OF PROTEIN
THAT INDICATES CRANIAL BLEEDING AND SPINAL LEAKAGE.
OH, MY GOD.
CHARLOTTE MITCHELL FIGURED OUT THE SWITCH.
I KNOW THAT BLOOD SAMPLE WAS MANNY'S, NOT LIMA'S.
IF MANNY GETS IN THAT CAGE, HE COULD DIE.
WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT, LADY?
AND HOW'D YOU GET YOUR HANDS ON THOSE TESTS? STOP THE FIGHT, LEN, OR ELSE.
ALL RIGHT, ALL RIGHT. I'LL STOP THE FIGHT. CALM DOWN.
(beep)
WE GOT A PROBLEM.
THOSE SONS OF BITCHES.
THEY RISKED MANNY'S LIFE.
NO M.M.A. AUTHORITY WOULD LET HIM IN THE CAGE
IF WORD GOT OUT.
IT'S ONE DOCTOR'S OPINION. HE LOOKS FINE TO ME.
DO YOU REALLY THINK YOU'LL GET AWAY WITH THIS?
I WILL TELL EVERYONE.
LET GO OF ME.
(gunshot)
(crowd cheering in distance)
(gasping)
IT'S GONNA BE FINE, BABY.
WE'RE GONNA MAKE IT THROUGH THIS.
(elevator bell dings)
YOU GOTTA FEEL FOR THE GUY. HE LOST HIS LIVELIHOOD.
MEH. LOST A LIFE OF GETTING HIT IN THE HEAD,
BUT HE GOT HIS MARRIAGE BACK. SEEMS LIKE A FAIR TRADE TO ME.
AREN'T YOU THE ROMANTIC.
MAKES THE WORLD GO ROUND.
(indistinct conversations, telephone ringing in distance)
HEY. CHO.
THANK YOU.
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