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- Oh, yeah? Who?

- You.

Ask her.

She knows what she did.

She picked me up

and she lured me to that place, sir.

And then she got rough.

That's it. That's the simple truth of it,

Mr. Porter.

I had no idea she was a police officer.

I mean, isn't that some form

of entrapment?

Then she handcuffs me,

I'm down on my knees.

She kicks me in the face,

knocks me out cold.

Come on, isn't there some law

against police brutality, sir?

I'm going through a lot of pain

and suffering, Mr. Porter.

Yeah. Well, I'm very sorry

about that, Edmund.

But now that I'm on the case,

we will be petitioning

the judge to reconsider your bail.

We will be pursuing

many, many other options. OK?

I know your little dirty side.

I know you.

You're me.

Come on.

Ray, please tell me you are not

gonna represent that loser.

That loser's daddy

is Culter Pharmaceuticals.

I golf with him Tuesdays

at the Olympic Club.

He's asked me, as a favor,

to defend his boy.

I'm gonna do that.

Is that a problem?

When you were assistant DA,

you used to love

to nail bad guys' asses to the wall

like trophies.

Raymond Porter. I wonder whatever

happened to "crime doesn't pay"?

Gee, Delmarco, I don't know.

Whatever happened to

"innocent until proven guilty"?

I mean, do cops

ever make mistakes?

How about you, Mike?

Ever make a mistake?

Yeah, you know

what I'm talking about.

Would you excuse us?

I need to speak with Jessica

for a minute. In private.

OK, that guy, Delmarco,

tends to go off the deep end.

You be careful.

Ray, you got a client

with a string of murders in his past.

Wait a second, every defendant

has the right to his day in court.

That young man

has no prior convictions...

Ray.

He's the guy.

I nabbed him in the act.

Well, sometimes nabbing the bad guy

is the easy part.

The hard part is learning how to relax.

Yeah. Maybe you know someone

who could help you with that?

I think about that night.

I think about it all the time.

Always thought you'd come back...

...but you never did.

This f***ing skell

runs around grabbing up girls,

sticking a knife into them,

murdering them.

Hell, he deserved

a piece of your mind.

Yeah, Ray will say he was cuffed,

and that you violated his civil rights

and all that bullshit, blah-blah-blah.

But the bottom line is,

it's your word against his.

He was resisting.

Remember that.

And that's your story

and you stick to it.

Don't get fancy, don't get creative.

Just stick to your story,

you'll be fine.

Hell, everything's fine.

And what's not fine can be fixed.

Right?

I guess Culter did impact my life.

He got me promoted.

So?

Do I pass?

Well, almost.

There's just one more thing

I'd like to talk about today.

Shoot. I'm an open book.

I'd like to talk about your parents.

My parents are dead.

They were killed in a car crash.

OK. So...

...now that's what you tell people.

Thought this was supposed to be

related to my job.

I don't see what my parents

have to do with my job.

Well...

...25 years ago,

your father went on a killing spree

which ended with your mother

and his own suicide.

And you've devoted your life

to tracking killers

and you don't see how it relates?

You sure?

I barely remember my parents.

I was raised by John Mills,

my father's old partner.

OK, but it...

- It could be your anger problems...

- I don't have anger problems.

I don't have any problems.

I feel fantastic.

Wow.

Aren't you lucky.

What's your secret?

Jessica, listen to me.

My job is to help you

deal with your feelings.

I deal with my feelings plenty.

Hello?

I miss you, Mom.

- Shepard.

- Shepard,

- where've you been all day?

- Mike?

Be outside. I'll pick you up

in 15 minutes.

- We got a 187.

- OK.

- Jess.

- Hey.

- How are you, Wilson?

- All right.

Wilson, Delmarco. You remember

Wilson, my old patrol partner?

- Hi.

- Hey.

OK, here we go.

Any signs of cause of death?

I don't know, man. But at first glance,

I'd say he was beaten to death.

What's the score?

We're up three, top of the fifth.

Jesus Christ.

Who'd you piss off?

OK, what have we got here?

Let's take a look.

Interesting.

OK, inspector,

let's see what you got.

- I don't think it was done here.

- Right. Good.

- So?

- We should check the tide charts.

What's that?

Hey, Lopez, my key still good?

- Yeah, Mike. Anytime.

- Tomorrow.

She'll be waiting.

Marine unit, my old unit.

Tomorrow, me and you,

we gonna go for a little boat ride.

Hey. Check it out.

- Cigarette burn.

- Nice.

- Perfectly centered. Looks fresh.

- Yeah, let's get a photo.

Get me a photo here.

Close-up of the cigarette burn.

- Nice and tight.

- OK.

One more. Good.

Thank you.

Looks like he's been hit

with a blunt instrument.

Precise. Very professional.

Something like this.

Now batting, first baseman,

J. T. Snow.

- OK, see you later.

- You all right?

Don't sweat it,

you'll get used to it.

It's not that. I think I know him.

His name's Bob, he drinks gin.

Nothing more you can tell us?

I told you, I don't really know the guy.

I met him once, about a month ago.

But you said you were intimate?

I picked up a stranger in a bar

and had sex with him.

You ever picked up a woman

in a bar, lieutenant?

Yeah, in my fantasy life.

All right, I'll give it

to Parker and Lewis then...

- Hey.

- Wait a second. Hey.

- What is she, a suspect?

- Come on, we got the call.

All right, it's yours.

Okey-dokey.

We have got Bob Sherman.

Confirmed death,

eight, nine hours prior to discovery.

The weapon is a small blunt object,

and the kill shot is a blow

to the right temple.

Although this guy was definitely beaten

postmortem as well.

And trace evidence...

... nada.

Look, there are no fibers, no hairs.

I tented this guy.

I even super-glued him up.

I could not raise a single latent.

Sorry.

Shepard?

We'll talk later.

- Hey, Mike.

- We'll find the current that carried

this guy here. Last night was windy.

Flood tide was about five knots.

The body could've drifted a long way.

I bet they could tell us

what happened.

They've seen all the bodies

floating on the tides.

They've seen all the smugglers.

There's hundreds of different

dumpsites, hiding places.

Heroin, cocaine,

illegal pharmaceuticals, party drugs.

You name it. I've chased a lot of guys

right down in there.

I know every nook and cranny,

every secret spot.

I'm like the sea lions.

They're my neighbors.

- See that place in there?

- You live there?

You're one big surprise

after another, stranger.

- You up for a cappuccino?

- You up for finding out who done it?

OK, inspector, back to work.

So, what exactly are we looking for?

Well, I assume you checked

the victim's cuffs last night, right?

I also assume that you would've seen

there was sand inside those cuffs,

which tells us...

Maybe he was dragged

along the beach.

Exactly.

Let's go check out the beach

at Crissy Field.

I don't think anything

would've happened here. Too risky.

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