𧑠νλ©΄ ν μͺ½μ μμ, ν μͺ½μ μ΄ ν¬μ€νΈ
window ν€ + μ’μ° λ°©ν₯ν€
𧑠ꡡμ κΈμ¨ : μ΅ν ꡬ문
λ° μ€ : μ μλ€λ¦¬λ λΆλΆ
* : κ΅΅μ κΈμ¨ λΆμ° μ€λͺ , μ¬μ λ»
# : μ¬ μ ν, μν© μ ν
#
Thank god. You're here.
There was screaming
and gunshots upstairs in room 222.
The one... the one on the right.
Right there.
Police! Open the door.
Come on, open up!
#
Glad you could make it.
We have a young female...
Patrice Matigan and Joseph Purcell,
who was gonna be the star witness
in California vs. Carris,
which was one
of the attorney general's
favorite upcoming narcotics cases.
State's witness
and no police protection?
Davis PD had it covered...
That is, until Purcell went AWOL *(νΉν κ΅°μΈμ) 무λ¨μ΄ν(absent without leave)
a few weeks ago.
Didn't want to testify, I guess.
With Purcell dead,
the case against Carris dies, too.
He walks. So obviously,
guys, for all of our sakes,
This is a must-close. μ΄κ±΄ κΌ ν΄κ²°ν΄μΌ ν μ¬κ±΄μ΄μ§
Davis PD is still running
the Carris case, by the way,
so we have to work with them.
Don't freeze 'em out. λ°λλ¦¬μ§ λ§λΌκ³ *freeze out μ«μλ΄λ€, μΆμΆνλ€
Who is Carris,
and where is he or she right now
Rick Carris is the man to
know in the Davis meth business.
He was busted a month ago after a big, *busted ηΎ λΉκ²©μ (λͺ»λ μ§μ νλ€κ°) κ±Έλ¦°
expensive operation. ν λ¬ μ λκ·λͺ¨ μμ λμ 체ν¬λμ΄
He's out and about
on a $2 million bond. 2λ°±λ§ λ¬λ¬ 보μκΈμ λ΄κ³ λμ μλ μ€μ΄μΌ
Purcell here is one
of his top street captains.
Look at that.
This fool is state's
witness against the biggest
Cocaine dealer in the county,
and he's dealing the same drug
Out of his own motel room... like
Carris wouldn't hear about that. μΊλ¦¬μ€κ° κ·Έ μμμ λͺ» λ€μ μ€ μμλ
He must have had a death wish. μ£½μΌλ €κ³ μ©μ μΌκ΅¬λ¨Ό
- Looks like a couple of ounces.
- It's not cocaine.
It's powdered milk.
Yes, that's often
used to cut the product. λλ€μ΄ μ½μ νμ μμ λ릴 λ μ°λ κ±°μ§
Jane?
- What are you looking for?
- The girl had her keys in her hand.
She was only planning
on stopping by.
Oh, no..
Hello.
baby.. Hello.
# Title
#
So what happens to her?
Social services have foster *μμ…, μ…, μν…
homes that specialize in babies.
They'll take care of her
until we can find Patrice's family.
If she has a family.
Social services.
This is Kaylee?
Bye.
#
Lisbon, Jane, Van Pelt,
Detectives Blakely and Preciado,
Davis homicide.
They will be your
liaisons with Davis PD
I speak for myself and your chief μμ₯λκ³Ό λ΄ μ
μ₯μ λ΄μ
When I urge you all
to work harmoniously.
That means play nice. μ¬μ΄ μ’κ² μ§λ΄λ λ§μ΄μΌ
Keep me posted. κ³μ λ³΄κ³ ν΄μ€
Hi. So your name's Blakely?
The first responder was a Blakely.
That was my son.
Poor kid...
First time rolling up on a body. *roll up λͺ¨μ΅μ λλ¬λ΄λ€(λμ°©νλ€)
Puked his guts up later.
He'll be okay.
Listen, just so we're clear,
Now you can call us
"liaisons" if you like,
But this is still
a Davis PD Case.
Our narcotics unit's been
trying to bust Rick Carris for years.
We appreciate your position. λΉμ λ€ μ²μ§λ μ΄ν΄ν΄μ
Have you checked
the liquor store over there
- For surveillance cameras?
- Not yet.
- We're still questioning the guests.
- I'll get on it. μ κ° νμΈν΄λ³΄μ£
I got a dumb question.
How come you guys
let Joe Purcell slip away? *μ¬λΌμ§λ€
Stuff happens, right? κ·Έλ° μΌλ μμ£ , λ
Yeah. Stuff happens.
Yeah. When we bring in Rick Carris,
we'll give you a call.
You're confident *(μ μ μΌλ‘) νμ νλ
it was Carris who did this?
Purcell seems like the type of man
- Who had quite a few enemies.
- Yeah, we're confident.
What if Purcell wasn't the target?
What if the girl was the target?
What makes you think that?
What makes you think she wasn't?
Either way,
She's the place to start
with the investigation
She was only here for a moment,
So the shooter came
in as soon as she arrived,
Which suggests that he
or they followed her here.
So we'll retrace her steps.
What's Patrice Matigan's
current address?
We don't know.
We checked the address on her license
And registration, but she hasn't
lived her for several months.
You're making this
more difficult than it needs to be.
We know whodunit.
This was a hit ordered by Rick Carris.
If he's in town, we'll round him up. *round sbd up (κ²½μ°°·κ΅°μΈμ΄) ~μ μ°Ύμ 체ν¬νλ€ (→κ΄λ ¨ λͺ
μ¬λ round-up)
You guys relax, see the sights. κ΄κ΄μ΄λ νμμ£
We'll call you
when there's any news.
When are you gonna learn
to cool it without being told? μΈμ μ―€ λ΄κ° μ£Όμ μμ€λ μμμ μμ ν λμ?
Come on. They pissed you off, λΉμ λ μ΄ λ°μμμμ
too, the sexist pigs. μ±μ°¨λ³μ£Όμμ κ²½μ°°λ€ κ°μΌλ
They were.
I just said they were. λλ μ§κΈ κ·Έλ λ€κ³ νμμμ
You were saying it ironically. λΉμ μ λ°μ΄λ²μ μ΄ κ±°κ³ μ
Here.
There was a couple of issues
of that in her car.
"Fifty fresh and floral
ideas for a spring wedding"?
Where did Patrice Matigan have this?
Mailing address. λ°°μ‘μ£Όμλ₯Ό 보λΌκ³ μ
"Lacey wells. 65758 Rancho highway."
Let's go.
#
Lacey wells?
You the cops?
Yeah, CBI.
- What's the problem?
- Do you know Patrice Matigan?
She lives here.
What about her?
And where is she?
She was murdered early this morning.
Oh, my god.
#
How long have you known Patrice?
Couple of years, like that.
And she's lived here
with you for how long?
Since Joe got busted. μ‘°κ° μ‘νκ° λ€λΆν°μ
Two, three months.
She couldn't stay with him,
the way he lives. λλ κ·Έλ° μμΌλ‘ κ·Έμ μ΄ μ μμμΌλκΉμ
That son of a bitch!
Now I knew
he'd get her into trouble.
Can you think of anybody
who would have wanted to kill him? κ·Έλ₯Ό μ£½μ΄κ³ μΆμ΄ νμ
Aside from Rick Carris
and any of his crew.
Sure,
Lots of people.
Can you tell us
what happened last night?
Joe called her really late.
He's mad hungry, but he's paranoid. νΌν΄λ§μμ λΉ μ Έμλ
Won't leave his room.
Thinks Rick Carris'
boys are everywhere.
Begs her to bring him some food,
Which she does...
Like a fool.
And that's...
That's the last
I saw of her and Kaylee.
Why would she take
Kaylee out with her
In the middle of the night?
Couldn't you have babysat for her?
I had been drinking.
And she didn't want
to leave Kaylee with me.
She had her flaws, κ·Έλ
λ κ²°μ μ΄ μμμ§λ§
But she was a good mom.
I mean, that kid is always clean
And dry and she's smiling.
Look at how she keeps this place.
Yeah. It's nice.
How does she pay the rent?
Oh, she always has money
when she needs it.
You know, her and me
got busted this last Christmas,
And she came up with, like, *(ν΄λ΅·λ λ±μ) μ°Ύμλ΄λ€[λ΄λλ€]
10 grand to front the bail
And even more for the lawyer.
I mean, we were busted with
a whole ounce of meth, 25gμ΄ λλ λ§μ½μ΄μλλ°
And she made that crap disappear.
- She was into meth?
- No. No.
No, it was my drugs.
But it was in her car,
so you know...
Did you ask her how she got
the money to pay for the lawyer?
She wasn't the hooker type,
So I just figured she had
a rich boyfriend hidden somewhere.
You know, a couple of times,
a dude would come by
And not come in.
You know, she'd go for a ride,
And then she had cash
when she came back.
What did he look like?
He's, like a skinny, tough guy,
Dark hair and drove a blue car.
Excuse me.
It always goes off. νμ μ λμ *go off (경보기 λ±μ΄) μΈλ¦¬λ€
Lisbon.
Just got a call
from Sacramento homicide.
Snitch gave'em a *λΉκ²©μ λͺ»λ§λ
ν¨ (μμ΄κ° λΆλͺ¨λ·μ μλμκ²) μΌλ¬λ°μΉλ€[κ³ μμ§νλ€] (=sneak)
location on Rick Carris. λ°κ³ μκ° λ¦ μΊλ¦¬μ€ μμΉλ₯Ό λΆμλ΅λλ€
He's in Boonville,
halfway between here and Davis.
Get an entry team, we're on our way.
Should I tell Blakely and Preciado?
Of course.
Davis PD are our partners in this.
Hold off on going *hold off on ~λ₯Ό 보λ₯νλ€
in until I get there. *λ΄κ° κ±°κΈ° λμ°©ν λκΉμ§ λ€μ΄κ°λ κ²μ 보λ₯νμΈμ
Thank you, Lacey.
Listen, social services...
They're...
They're not gonna bring Kaylee
back here, are they?
No. I love her and all,
But I'm not... I couldn't...
Don't worry.
They're not gonna bring her back here.
She's goes somewhere okay,
though, right?
I mean. They'll take
care of her good?
Yes... They try.
She's a good kid, so...
#
- Where you going?
- To make the bust. *λΆμ λ¨μμ λ²μ΄λ€, κΈμ΅νλ€
- What do you think? Cover the back.
- Wait.
What? Oh, you guys wanna help
Or you gonna stand
there and pick your nose?
Come on, guys.
Play nice. This is a joint operation
We go in together when our boss
and the entry team get here
This is our arrest
Always has been, and we got
no time to wait for your mommy.
There's always time, all right?
Let's do this right.
Go in too quickly,
and someone will get hurt.
This is real police work, sonny. *ꡬμ μμΌ, μλ€, μ μμ΄(λμ΄ λ μ¬λμ΄ μ²λ
·μλ
μ λΆλ₯΄λ λ§)
People get hurt
- Go push some paper. κ°μ μλ₯λ λμ 거리μμ§ *push paper μ¬λ¬΄μμΌλ‘ μΌ[근무]νλ€, μ¬λ¬΄λ₯Ό 보λ€
- Real police work?
You mean like protecting
a state's witness
Hey, hey. Walk away. Walk away.
Look at me.
All right?
We told 'em not to go in.
If this goes south now, * μν©μ΄ μ
νλλ€, μΌμ΄ λ§λ¦¬λ€
it's their necks. μ λΆ μ μ¬λλ€ μ±
μμ΄μΌ
We don't want to be involved in any way.
Be smart. Let it go.
What's going on?
What are they doing?
Blakely and Preciado
wouldn't wait for the entry team
Tried to talk to them.
They wouldn't listen.
They're out for blood. *μ΄κΈ°λ±λ±νλ€
#
Don't move, cops.
- Get on your knees right now.
- Let's see your hands.
That's our bust. Hand him over.
The hell we will. λ§λ μλΌμ
Walk away.
Hey, calm down.
#
Yes, we get it.
You're very calm
and in control, Rick... *νμ [μ€μ¬]μ μμ§ μλ€
For a man being questioned in
a double murder investigation. μ΄μ€ μ΄μΈμΌλ‘ μ‘°μ¬λ₯Ό λ°λ μ¬λ μΉκ³ λ λ§μ΄μ£
I didn't do this thing.
Although, I've been sat in this
frickin' chair so many times, *μμ²λκ², 무μ§νκ²
- This is kind of restful.
- That's right, isn't it? Many times.
"Assault...
Possession, intent to distribute."
This trafficking case coming up... *λΆλ² κ±°λ, λ°κ±°λ, λ°λ§€
that's three now for you.
You get nailed, you're in for life. λ€μ΄κ°λ©΄ νμ λͺ» λμ€κ² λ€μ
- That's a long time.
- All on the testimony of Joe Purcell.
Look, it's no secret
Joe Purcell's death
Was a huge boon for me, man. *μκΈ΄ν κ²
Come on, it was huge.
And I gotta confess, I was...
Really starting to
feel that life sentence
Breathe down my neck,
but you know what?
I got angels, man.
I got fierce angels on my shoulders. μ£½μ¬μ£Όλ νμ΄μ μ²μ¬κ° λ μ§μΌμ£Όμ£
Are you a man of your word, Rick?
- I am.
- You do what you say you'll do?
Look, I know where this is going. λ νλ €λμ§ λ€ μμμ
This is from Purcell's
answering machine
Hey, Joe. You're a dead man. Dead.
I'm gonna do you my own self. *λ΄κ° μ§μ ν΄μ€κ²
I'm gonna look you in the eye
And cut your heart out
and shove it down your throat, λͺ©κ΅¬λ©μλ€ λ£μ΄μ£Όμ§ *shove μ무λ κ²λ λλ€[λ£λ€]
That is you, isn't it?
Hyperbole is lost on some people. κ³Όμ₯λ²μ΄ λ¨Ήνμ§ μλ μ¬λλ€λ μμ£
*hyperbole κ³Όμ₯λ² *lost on sbd …μ ν¨κ³Όκ° μλ, …μκ²λ νμ μλ(μ€μ€λΌμλ λ§ν¬)
We think you kept your word, Rick.
You found Patrice.
You followed her to
Joe Purcell hiding at the motel.
You killed him and that young girl
just to stay out of prison,
- Just like you said you would.
- No,
I said I was gonna cut
his heart out and feed it to him
Poetic license. *μμ νμ© [μμ ](μμ ν¨κ³Όλ₯Ό μν΄ μμμ νμ©λλ ν격·μΌν).
No, if I had found him,
I'd have kept my word.
Believe me, and I was looking for him.
That's how you know it wasn't me, man.
All right, maybe I wouldn't
have cut his heart out or nothing,
But I definitely would have cut him.
I mean, I've got a reputation
to consider. λλ λͺ
μ±μ΄λΌλ κ² μκ±°λ μ
Where were you last night?
A bar I own, del's tavern.
Until when?
I don't know. 11:30, maybe.
- Anyone with you?
- Oh, yeah.
Sasha.
Sasha. Sasha have a second name? *μ±
Sasha the cocktail waitress.
One young lady in your employ.
That's not much of an alibi.
It's not much of a case, man. μ λλ‘ λ μ¬κ±΄λ μλμμμ
You got no murder weapon
and you got no witnesses.
So you can kiss my ass, κ·Έλ¬λ νλ² λ€λ²Ό 보μλΌκ³
unless you want to get a sun lamp
In here and a couple of beers.
I'll be happy to kick back *κΈ΄μ₯μ νλ€[μ¬λ€]
And listen to you guys
waste your frickin' time.
I guess I'll just hand
you over to the Davis PD.
They're very anxious to talk to you. *μ΄λ§νλ, κ°μ ν λ°λΌλ
All right. Whatever. Look,
I want to talk to
my lawyer now, please.
Okay. So we're done here.
#
Food's here.
Hawaiian?
Cho hates pineapple.
Well, he can take it off, can't he? κ·ΈλΌ λΌμ΄λ΄κ³ λ¨ΉμΌλ©΄ λμ£
Yeah, I guess.
I don't complain when
he and Rigsby order Mexican.
- What is it you don't like about Mexican? μ λ©μμ½ μμμ μ«μ΄ν΄μ? *λ©μμ½ μμμ μ΄λ€ μ μ΄ λ§μμ μ λμλμ?
- Cilantro. I can't stand it.
But I don't make a fuss.
Oh, you don't, do you? Why is that?
Sometimes you have
to go along to get along. μ μ΄μΈλ¦¬κΈ° μν΄μ μ°ΈμμΌ ν λλ μλ λ²μ΄λκΉμ *go along λ°λΌκ°λ€
Well, it's nice to be nice,
But if you want
to get ahead in life, λ¨λ³΄λ€ μμλ €λ©΄
Sometimes you have to be a bitch.
I know you know how.
Gee, thanks.
It's all about the balance, grace.
Yin... yang. μκ³Ό μμ μ‘°νμ
Nice... bitch.
A little bit of
bitch inside the nice,
- A little bit of nice inside the bitch.
- Yeah, I'll work on that.
Keep'em guessing. ν·κ°λ¦¬κ² λ§λ€μ΄μ
#
There's pineapple on it.
- You can take it off.
- I'll know it's been there. κ·Έλλ νμΈμ νμ΄ λΆμ΄ μλ κ±°μμ
So Carris was at del's tavern.
Sasha the cocktail waitress
says she was with him
At his residence at 12:45 a.m.
- When the motel shootings took place.
- She's confident about the time frame, *μκ° κΈ°κ°, μκ° ν, μκ° λ¨μ, μκ° λ²μ
because they were having
sex with the TV on.
And it was the Scottish
guy talking to that actress
- Who married the country singer.
- Carris would have got someone else
To do the dirty work for him anyway.
He was only boasting
When he said about
how he's gonna rip out
Purcell's heart himself.
- He's a drug dealer, not an Aztec.
- That's good. Not an Aztec
You're right. Carris isn't
responsible for these murders.
Why not?
He told you
himself... it's not his style.
He wouldn't have had
the patience to watch
And follow Patrice until
she led him to Purcell.
And if he had found her,
he would have just jumped right in
And hurt her until
she gave Purcell up.
Just for the sake of argument,
let's assume you're right.
Yes, I'm saying that maybe
Patrice Matigan was the target.
- That's the second time you said that
- Well, Patrice...
She was an attractive young woman,
but didn't work
And had a regular supply
of money from somewhere...
Boyfriend.
And was able to make
a very serious drug charge disappear.
Cop boyfriend.
Skinny cop boyfriend
with dark hair that drives a blue car,
If you listen to Lacey Wells.
Detective Preciado
is skinny with dark hair.
He had crossed my mind. μ λ κ·Έ μκ°μ νμμ£ *cross one's mind (μκ°μ΄) λ¬Έλ λ μ€λ₯΄λ€
And a hot-tempered man,
as we now know,
Who probably carries what, a 38? κ²λ€κ° μ΄λ λλλΌ.. 38ꡬ경?
Yeah.
- Yeah.
- I think he does.
- Joe and Patrice were shot with a 38.
- Yes, they were.
- Slow down. What's his motive? *μ§μ ν΄λ΄
- It's a simple crime of passion, isn't it?
He comes upon the woman *~μ μ°μ°ν λ§λλ€
he loves with another man.
- Kills them both. Oh, damn.
- He couldn't have been that surprised. κ·Έλ κ² λλμ 리 μμ΄
- She had Joe Purcell's baby.
- How is she?
The baby.
Fine, I guess.
I mean, she's a baby.
- Keep'em warm and fed, they're happy.
- Let's go have a chat with Preciado.
We're already in hot
water with the Davis PD. *in hot water κ³€κ²½μ μ²ν΄μ
We need to be sure we're right,
- Find out the facts and then act.
- Yes, boss.
Let's see if Patrice really
did dodge a possession charge *(νΉν λΆμ ν λ°©λ²μΌλ‘) κΈ°νΌ[ννΌ]νλ€
At Christmas and let's make sure
The story about the
accident money is bogus. κ·Έ 보μκΈμ λν μκΈ°λ μ§μ§μΈμ§ νμ
ν΄λ΄ *bogus κ°μ§μ, μμ‘°μ (=false)
Then we'll go to the friend, Lacey,
And we'll show her pictures.
If she IDs Preciado
as the man she saw,
And if Preciado drives a
blue car and if he carries a 38,
- We'll go, and we'll talk to him.
- Preciado owns a blue car.
May I have your salad? μ κ° μλ¬λλ₯Ό λ¨Ήμ΄λ λ κΉμ?
#
Oh, Gladys Knight and the Pips. νΌμ± κ·Έλ£Ή νμ°¨λ€
You brought our prisoner back? *bring sbd/sth back ~μ λλ €μ£Όλ€, ~μ λ€μ κ°μ Έλ€[λ°λ €λ€] μ£Όλ€
Detective Preciado, we need
to sit down with you for a while.
- We have a few questions for you.
- What questions?
That's a 38 you carry, isn't it?
You trying to say it was me?
You miserable sons of bitches.
Where the hell do you get the nerve...
Hold on, Steve.
Cool it. Let me handle this
No. No, this one's mine.
Where the hell do you get the nerve
To come up here in my town,
talking to me like that?
What weapon do I carry?
Kiss my ass. μκΈ°μ§ λ§λΌκ³
The California state constitution.
We've come to you
out here out of respect. *μ‘΄κ²½μ¬μμ
We could have found
you in the police station
- And made a fuss.
- You should be glad you didn't.
No, you should be glad we didn't.
You have nothing on me.
We can put you with Patrice. λΉμ μ ν¨νΈλ¦¬μ€μ μ°κ΄μ΄ μμ΄μ
Her roommate, Lacey Wells,
IDed you from a photo.
Come have a quiet
talk with us.
- Clear up a couple of things, no big deal. *(~μ λ§λν) μ 리νλ€[μΉμ°λ€]
- What couple of things?
- This doesn't concern you, detective. νμ¬λμ μ°κ΄μ΄ μμ΅λλ€ *concern (무μμ) κ΄ν[κ΄λ ¨λ] κ²μ΄λ€
- Excuse me. He's my partner.
Leave it alone, dale. Just leave it.
I can handle this.
Let's go.
#
Hi.
Umm.. Good.
Good to meet you again.
What's the matter with him?
- How well did you know Patrice Matigan? μΌλ§λ μ μλ μ¬μ΄μ£ ?
- Let's not screw around here. μ₯λμ§μ κ·Έλ§νκ³
Just tell me what you have,
cop to cop.
Cop to cop?
We know you were giving her money.
We know she got off of
a meth bust last Christmas.
Evidence was lost, right?
From the Davis PD lockup?
- Happens. μΌμ΄λλ μΌμ΄μ£
- We figure you took it.
That's what you figure.
Yes, and we could dig in and prove it,
but I don't want to spend any time doing that.
I'd rather just talk straight with you,
Avoid dragging other good
cops into this mess, right?
Go on.
We figure you and Patrice
were having a sexual relationship.
She was...
She was a confidential informant. *CI
We considered that,
but then she'd be on file, right?
And you would have put in
for the money as a CI expense, κ·Έλ¬λ€λ©΄ μ 보μ 곡λΉλ‘ κ²°μ μμ²μ μ¬λ Έμ ν
λ°
But you didn't do that, did you?
Why? My guess... because
you're an honest man.
Yeah. Sure.
Okay.
I was banging her. So what?
Did you know she was
also in a relationship
With your missing witness?
We had a business relationship.
I paid her for sex
I didn't know or care what
she did when I wasn't there.
You paid her a lot of money. A lot.
Good-looking man like you,
There had to have been
more to it than that. *κ·Έκ²λ³΄λ€ λ λ§μ κ²μ΄ μμμ κ²μ΄λ€
Did she have something on you? μ½μ μ΄λΌλ μ‘κ³ μμλμ?
She was punctual and
clean and didn't say much
- I like that in a woman.
- Did you know your man Joe Purcell was
- The father of her child?
- No.
A lowlife junkie
dealer with your woman...
How'd that make you feel?
Couldn't care less. κ·Έλ¬λλΌλ κ΄μ¬ μμ΅λλ€
Do you,
want the rest of my sandwich?
- I can't finish it.
- What?
It's good sandwich. Try it.
Good sandwich.
What is wrong with him?
Where were you at 12:45 a.m.
Monday morning?
I was at my partner's.
We watched the game.
I was too drunk to drive,
So I slept on the couch.
- At Blakely's? Just you and him?
- And his wife.
Do you have your weapon on you? μ§κΈ μ΄μ κ°μ§κ³ μλμ?
Yes, I do.
Mind if we borrow it for a while,
Have ballistics take a look at it? νν κ²μ¬ μ’ ν΄λ΄λ λκ² μ£ ?
Look, I don't want to
have to make this official,
Talk to a judge or anything.
Once we do that,
the cat's out of the bag for good. μΌμ΄ μ»€μ§ ν
λκΉμ *let the cat out of the bag 무μ¬μ½ λΉλ°μ λμ€νλ€ *for good μμν
If you're clean on this, κ²°λ°±νλ€λ©΄
here's the way to prove it.
Is this the only 38
in your possession?
Yes, it is.
And if you try to hold my hand again,
I'm gonna tear your arm off
And beat you unconscious with it. κ·Έκ±Έλ‘ κΈ°μ ν λκΉμ§ ν¨μ€ κ±°μΌ
Get me? μκ² μ?
Gotcha.
#
Well?
You know,
it's just funny what bad liars cops are.
I guess they're not used to
Concealing themselves under questioning.
I'm a cop, and I lie to you
all the time. You never catch it.
Well, sorry to burst your bubble, νμμ κΉ¨λλ € λ―Έμνμ§λ§
But you're translucent, my dear.
I always know when you're lying.
Sometimes I let you
think you fooled me
Just so you don't feel bad.
Name one time. μ΄λ ν λ² λ보μμ£
Last thanksgiving you
said you were going back east
To your brother's house,
but I knew you were actually planning
On having three days at home alone
- To watch old movies and eat ice cream.
- Okay, so that's one time.
What about Preciado?
His stress pulse rate was thready, *μ€ κ°μ, κ°λλ€λ
dishonest.
Thready?
Hard to describe pulses.
A dishonest pulse feels
different to an indignant pulse.
In this case, hard to say
what he's lying about exactly,
But he was signaling
deception from first to last.
There's something off about
his whole story. Where we going?
- To the zoo. They have new tiger cubs
- Oh. Liar.
Oh, very good.
I'm gonna go and speak with Blakely.
- Blakely's not gonna tell you anything.
- Nah, Blakely's old-school. *ꡬμμ, ꡬμμΈ, ꡬλ₯λ€λ¦¬μγ
‘ μ€λλ
He'll back his partner to the moon, ννΈλλ₯Ό κ°μΈκ³ λ κ±° μμ
But his wife might be less steadfast. *νκ³ λΆλν, κ³ μ λ, λΆλ³μ, λΆλμ
I'll keep the husband
in the office while you go
- And talk to the wife.
- Ah. Sweet.
#
What is it?
- Patrick Jane, CBI.
- Yeah, what is it?
I'd like to speak
with Katherine Blakely.
Sam? Officer Sam Blakely?
Yeah. Now isn't very convenient. κ·Έλ°λ° μ§κΈμ μ μ νμ§ μμμ
If you want to speak with her,
You should call and
arrange something.
Yes, I was just passing by.
That's a shame, Sam μ κ°μ΄κ΅°μ
- I really did need to speak to her.
- Who is it, Sam?
CBI, ma'am. Murder investigation.
- Murder investigation?
- The Purcell-Matigan killings?
The couple I found.
Oh, my lord. Yes.
Terrible thing.
That poor little baby.
Well, I'll... I'll
leave you to it then. κ·ΈλΌ λ§μ λλμμ£
No, ma'am.
It's... You that I wish to speak with.
#
I am so proud of my two policemen.
There are three generations
Of Davis law enforcement
in this family. Three.
When people see the
Blakely name in Davis,
They know that it
stands for something.
- Cripe sakes, ma. It's enough.
- Oh, he hates me bragging on him.
So tell me,
why on earth do you want to ask me
About these killings?
Officer Blakely,
could we have a moment alone, please?
It's okay.
It's kind of confidential
stuff, ma'am.
Well, go on, Sam.
I don't think I should, mom.
Dad wouldn't like it.
Well, you're not your dad.
Just give us a moment.
Go on.
#
Sam was so upset that night.
It was his first time coming
up on a killing. Poor thing.
I remember the first
time dale caught a bad call.
We were newlyweds,
and he came home and he actually cried.
Tried to hide it.
But I told him and I told Sam
That there is no
shame in feeling sad.
There isn't.
You've experienced the same thing,
no doubt.
Death is part of the job.
Yes. Yes, it is.
Sorry. Rambling. μ
μ΄ λ°©μ μ΄λ€μ *ν‘μ€μμ€(νλ λ§κΈ)
What did you wanna talk to me about,
Mr. Jane?
Ma'am, your husband's partner,
detective Preciado,
- Is a person of interest in the case. *μ μ‘°μ΄ μμ£Όμ μΈλ¬Ό ('μ©μμ'λ₯Ό μνν μ©μ΄)
- Steve? No.
He said that he was
here at your house,
Sleeping on your couch,
at the time of the murders.
That was 12:45 a.m. Monday morning.
Was he here?
Yes. Yes, he was.
He... he stayed the night.
Why would you be
interested in Steve?
He's such a straight arrow. *ηΎ λΉκ²©μ κ³ μ§μν[곧μ΄κ³§λλ‘λ§ μ¬λ] μ¬λ
He said that he was having an affair
With Patrice Matigan.
Steve Preciado?
Yes. Why not?
I don't know.
It... it... it just
doesn't seem likely.
Katherine, you're hiding something.
This is a state investigation.
You're obligated
to tell me the truth.
Well, you have to promise
That you will not say it was
me who spoke of it.
I won't tell a soul. *λꡬνν
λ λ§νμ§ μμ κ²
Well, dale says
that Steve has a problem,
You know...
Down there?
Down there.
There's pills for that now.
Yes.
No. He's a hopeless case,
apparently.
Well, that's strange.
That's very strange,
'cause he's the one that told us
He was having an
affair with Patrice.
Oh, well, knowing Steve,
I'm sure he was lying
to protect his machismo *μ€νμΈμ΄μμ λ³΄ν΅ λͺ»λ§λ
ν¨ (κ±°μΉ νλλ₯Ό 보μ΄λ©° νλ) λ¨μλ€μ[λ¨μμ]μ κ³Όμ
Or protecting someone else.
Oh. I-I'm so sorry.
How stupid of me.
- No, it's... it's...
- What happened?
Nothing.
It... it's just a little accident.
What did you say to her?
What do you... what have you done?
He's done nothing. Your father...
My father?
What? What did you tell her?
You knew.
You knew that's who she was.
That's why the two of you
have been whispering in corners
And acting so strange.
No, ma. You got it all wrong.
You don't understand.
Dad wasn't having an affair.
#
Dad, mom thinks that...
What, Sam? What do I think?
You swore on his life. λΉμ μλ€μ λͺ©μ¨μ κ±Έκ³
You swore on your
son's life you would
- Never betray me again!
- Come inside, hon
- I'm gonna tell you the truth, just not out here.
- Oh, no. Not out here.
You're dale Blakely. You're one
of the good guys.
- Get in the house now!
- Detective Blakely!
Shut your mouth.
- You okay?
- Assault. Assault.
I would rethink this
new technique of yours.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. I can't disagree. λμνμ§ μμ μ μλ€μ
#
Now we're arresting them.
Hooray.
We have the right.
He assaulted Jane,
And he looks good for the murders.
Before you charge a cop with murder,
you better look
Better than good. You better look
like the damn Mona Lisa. 'λͺ¨λ리μ' μ λλ‘ μλ²½ν΄μΌμ§
Yes, I...
Because if you're wrong,
we will have no murder suspect,
the Attorney General will
have no narcotics case against Carris,
and we will have wrongly arrested
a distinguished veteran
officer in his home jurisdiction.
Yes, boss.
#
What was the nature
Of your relationship
with Patrice Matigan?
- I was helping her out.
- Helping her with close
to 1,000 bucks a month.
That's a lot of help.
- What did she give you in return?
- Nothing.
Okay. What story did you
tell your wife about the money?
- I... Got nothing left to say.
- How were you making ends meet? *μμ
κ³Ό μ§μΆμ κ· νμ λ§μΆλ€
Did you maybe take a little
drug money now and again?
I never took a penny.
Not a damn penny.
So I guess if Patrice started
asking you for more money,
- you'd have been hard-pressed, right?
- Get me a lawyer.
I'll set that up for you. μ€λΉν΄ λλ¦¬κ² μ΅λλ€
Oh. Where's your service revolver? *revolver 리볼λ², νμ μ μ°λ° κΆμ΄
Agent Rigsby tells me you didn't
have it with you.
It was stolen.
- Yeah?
- Yeah, from my car.
Okay. It's no problem. It happens.
A 38, was it?
That's right.
I'll get you that lawyer.
He's not gonna talk.
- Poor soul.
- He made his bed. He can lie in it.
You know,
I never really understood that one.
Just' cause someone makes their bed,
Why do they have to lie in it?
What's to stop them
from lying in another bed
Or on the floor, for that matter?
Sam Blakely's here.
I'm on it.
#
- Officer Blakely, thanks for coming.
- I got no choice.
- You have my father locked up.
- Is your mother okay?
Don't worry about my mother.
My father is innocent.
- We know that.
- You people are making a big... what?
We know your father didn't do it.
This is from the security cameras
In the liquor store
in front of the motel.
We finally got to look at it today.
This is at 12:40 a.m.
That's Patrice
Matigan's car arriving.
And that is Rick Carris' man.
We misjudged Carris.
He found Patrice,
had a man follow her.
You can see his license
plate right there.
- Can you make that bigger?
- Yes, we can.
We know who it is.
A thug that works for Rick
Carris named Q-Tip.
But get this.
Carris says Q-Tip didn't kill him.
Q-Tip went to kill Joe,
but he got there too late.
- Someone else got to him first.
- Well, that's gotta be a bunch of bull.
Carris says his man Q-Tip
actually saw the real killer,
Saw the whole thing.
So Carris is offering us a deal.
If we let him out, his man Q-Tip
will tell us exactly what he
saw, IDed the real killer.
And you believe him?
Of course not.
It's a transparent con.
Q-Tip killed him all right.
Carris is just trying to save his skin *save one's skin μκΈ°λ₯Ό λͺ¨λ©΄νλ€
By laying the blame elsewhere.
On your father probably. *lay blame on sbd ~μκ² νλ¬Όμ λ€μ§μ΄ μμ°λ€
He must have known about
his connection to Patrice.
So we're gonna play along, *(~μ) λμ[λμ‘°]νλ 체νλ€
Let the shooter come to us.
Carris has set up a
meeting with Q-Tip tonight.
So we'll grab up Q-Tip and
work him until we get the real story.
- So, what do you need me for exactly?
- If this is gonna work,
I can't have a whole
bunch of angry Davis PD
swarming all over *swarm νν λͺ»λ§λ
ν¨ λΌ[무리]λ₯Ό μ§μ΄ λ€λλ€
Carris and his crew.
And the CBI is kind of unpopular
with you guys right now.
Yes, you are.
So... We were hoping you'd
have a quiet word with your chief,
Let him know what we're up to. *μ°λ¦¬κ° 무μμ νκ³ μλμ§
Well, knowing the chief,
he's gonna want to know the details,
When and where you're
gonna be meeting this Q-Tip
And what personnel you
got operating undercover.
Sure. But this needs to stay
close between you and the chief.
We don't want to spook Carris. *λΉκ²©μ νΉν ηΎ (μ¬λλλ¬Όμ) κ²λ¨Ήκ² νλ€, κ²λ¨Ήλ€
He thinks he's playing
us for a bunch of idiots.
I understand.
#
<i>Okay, team. Let the games begin.</i>
Carris is on his way.
He's gonna make the call
when he makes the meet with Q-Tip.
Be ready to act fast.
<i>Clear?</i>
Got it.
Okay.
Roger that.
The warehouse is on fifth and Geary.
Loading dock in the back.
Q-Tip's in the same car
<i>He was on the tape. California plate</i>
5-nora-tom-queen-9-5-7.
- Be there in ten minutes.
- Ten minutes?
I can't get to fifth
and Geary in ten minutes
Well, do your best.
On our way. μ ν¬λ κ°κ³ μμ΅λλ€
ETA to Geary and fifth 12 minutes. *λμ°© μμ μκ°(estimated time of arrival) (→ETD)
Damn it. He won't wait that long.
Officer Blakely,
are you closer to fifth and Geary?
<i>Officer Blakely?</i>
<i>Sam?</i>
#
Blakely, drop the gun!
Drop it!
Carris never made a deal, did he?
No.
We edited the surveillance footage.
Q-Tip was just some guy
That happened to walk
up to the motel at some point,
And, Van Pelt...
She laid in the license plate with,
Photoshop. ν¬ν μ΅μΌλ‘ λ²νΈνμ μ μ’ λ΄€κ³ μ
That's clever. Kudos to you guys. *(νΉμ ν μ±μ·¨λ μμΉμ λ°λ₯΄λ) μκ΄ (=prestige)
We know you're a decent man, Sam.
We know you didn't mean
for things to go down like this. *λ§νλ€ μ€ν¨νλ€
- Just tell us what happened.
- I got nothing to say.
There's no use in
hiding anything now.
There's no use in explaining either
- Take a seat, detective.
- Thank you.
- Son.
- Dad.
Well, there's... there's
always a reckoning. λͺ¨λ μΌμλ μλ³΄κ° μκΈ° λ§λ ¨μ΄μ§ *reckoning (μΈκ°μ νλμ λν) μ¬ν
This is it.
Just... Just tell them the truth.
The truth?
Tell the truth no matter what.
That's the mark of a man, right, dad? κ·Έκ² μ¬λμ΄μ λλ¦¬κ² μ£
Tell the truth.
A man has his honor and his word,
and that's it.
Don't go over the
same ground for god sake. κ·Έλ° μμΌλ‘ κ°μ λ§μ λνμ΄ νμ§λ§ *for god sake μ λ°
- Just give 'em the facts.
- You want the facts? Okay.
Mom suspected
that dad was having an affair.
Well, I asked around on the street.
Pretty soon I hear
that he's keeping this girl,
Patrice Matigan, on the side.
I was mad as hell.
You gotta understand. μ΄ν΄νμ
μΌ ν΄μ
This integrity crap was
banged into me my entire life. μ νμ μ²λ ΄ν¨λ§μ μ£Όμ
λ°μΌλ©° μ΄μμλ€κ³ μ
Right, dad?
Honesty,
honor, family... banged into me,
And then all this time, *κ·Έλ¦¬κ³ μ§κΈκΉμ§ μ
he's keeping a whore on the side? νμͺ½μλ€ μ°½λ
λ₯Ό μ¨κ²¨λκ³ κ³μ
¨λ κ±°μ£
No. Never.
I went and I asked him if it was true,
And he said no.
I knew he was lying to me.
I knew it.
So Sunday night I...
Went back to find the truth.
I thought,
for sure, she was gonna meet dad.
And she went to the store,
went to a motel.
I thought, "aha, I got him now."
Purcell must have thought
I'd been sent by Carris to kill him.
I had no choice.
I panicked. *v. panic
I drove away.
And dispatch called, κΈν 무μ μ΄ μμ΄μ
Sent me right back to the motel.
I was the closest unit.
What was I gonna do? Refuse the call?
I had to take it.
There's always a reckoning.
Patrice wasn't your mistress,
was she?
No.
She was my daughter, Sam's sister.
How did you know?
Sam told his mother
you weren't cheating on her.
I believed him.
But then who was Patrice?
Who was she to you?
And why all the secrecy?
I just figured she had
to have been your daughter.
I never knew Patrice
existed until four years ago.
Her mother was dying.
So...
She got in touch, μ κ² μ°λ½μ ν΄μμ£
Told me I had
A 16-year-old child
I never knew about.
Blew my mind. Just...μ무 μκ°μ΄ μμμ΄μ.
Oh, blew my mind.
You know,
I wanted to tell Katherine the truth,
But...
Y-you know, I...
Oh, my god.
I couldn't do it.
I just couldn't hurt her like that.
Does she know now?
Yeah, she knows.
She knows.
#
Sorry. Busy right now.
Katherine, it's Patrick Jane.
Can you open the door?
I can't.
You can and you will.
I have something I need to give you.
This is Kaylee,
Your granddaughter, kind of.
Here.
She's very fond of cheerios. * A toroidal toasted oat cereal made by w:General MillsGeneral Mills.
That's,
that has nothing to do with me.
And she likes to take
her big nap at 2:00.
- But... what?
- You're all she has.
Social services will be along later
To get the paperwork signed.
The name Kaylee doesn't really suit her,
if you ask me.
If you want to change it,
I'm sure no one will make a fuss.
Oh. Oh. Hey.
You might need those.
Bye.
μΆμ² :