Rogue (2013) s01e09 Episode Script

Too tough to die Blessed are those who believe Who believe and have not seen I wasn't there and it's got me wondering No room to turn Let alone learn And I am I'm too tough to die (Dull footsteps) - Fuck! - Aargh! Aargh! I take it you're not letting me in.
- I don't wanna wake Ruby.
- I'll be quiet.
I might not.
I just wanted to see how you were doing.
Where's Max? Where are they keeping him? They won't let us take the remains for burial until next week.
I want to see him.
You don't.
You know, I used to push him out of the tree house.
He'd fall right on his back.
Wind knocked out of him.
He'd just laugh.
He always did that when he was hurt.
He'd .
.
just laugh.
He couldn't breathe and Ijust left him there.
I took off with my friends and I always left him behind.
Alec, this isn't your fault.
Oh, I know that.
It was Grace.
Or Jackie.
Whatever the fuck you call her.
And she's gonna pay for what she did.
You wanna know the weirdest thing? I don't blame her.
You brought that bitch onto the docks, into our house.
You.
You're right.
This is my fault.
I know that.
But right now, you and I, we need to come together.
I saw your face.
When you realized Max was deadand not me .
.
I saw it in your eyes.
Thisdisappointment.
You can't believe that.
You need to find a way to forgive me.
I can't afford to lose another son.
Alec One day you're gonna lead this family.
Family? What family? You call this a family? Open wide.
(Chatter) - Are hers the only ones? - Okay.
Yeah.
- We're done.
- Alright.
Can I help you? Detective Lucas Mitchell.
San Jose PD.
I'd like to speak with Detective Travis, please.
Get in line.
One children's drawing.
Excuse me.
I trained her.
We're friends.
I just wanna go in and make sure she's okay.
Five minutes, please.
Five minutes.
You shouldn't be seen with me.
Just tell me it was self-defense.
Yes.
Tell them everything, Grace.
Cooperate.
Don't give 'em another reason to crucify you.
There is still a mole in the department, Mitch.
If I start talking, if I tell them what I know, I'll be dead before I get in front of the judge.
Oh, they've got me right where they want me.
They can kill me ten different ways before I get to the arraignment.
Mitch just walk away.
Before they get to you, too.
You know, when cops lose it, people think it's because something big happened.
You know, they shoot an innocent or their wife leaves them - something like that.
But I just woke up one day and I couldn't face another shitty fucking alley and looking at another dead body.
My nerve It just vanished.
One day to the next, it was gone.
I transferred out of here, took that desk job in San Jose.
I stopped giving a shit.
I was sleepwalking, Travis.
You woke me up.
I'm not gonna disappear on you now.
- I'm so scared.
- Hey.
It's okay.
It's okay.
Toughen up.
You let me just see who comes out of the woodwork.
Thank you.
- Where is she? - Being processed.
Okay, what we have is a decorated but emotionally unstable officer who took the law into her own hands with tragic consequences.
Get a confession and get her downstairs in a timely fashion.
- No surprises.
- Sir.
With all due respect, it may not be that simple.
Travis is nothing if not stubborn.
Correct me if I'm wrong, but this whole clusterfuck happened on your watch, didn't it? - Yes, sir.
- Grace Travis was your responsibility, wasn't she? - Yes.
- You have one chance to get this situation under control before the media run wild with it.
I will not see my career sacrificed on the altar of your incompetence, Lieutenant.
Sir.
We need to bring Internal Affairs in on this.
Leave that to me.
Excuse me.
I'm looking for Grace Travis.
- She's my wife.
- Give me a second.
She was arrested earlier this evening, brought here.
I suggest you take a seat, sir.
Okay.
Fine.
Let's go.
They'll probably go after you for murder so you plead to manslaughter.
I know what they're gonna do.
I've been on the other side of this table 100 times.
They've got your prints on a gun which puts you at the crime scene.
It's clear what their line on motive will be.
Let's see what they come up with in the interview.
Anything you wanna tell me now that may help? No.
- (JIMMY) Excuse me.
- Yes? I'd like to speak to whoever's in charge of the Max Laszlo murder.
Dad? Dad, that's the guy from the neighborhood watch.
- Yeah, I know.
- What's he doing here? Lieutenant, I should be in on this interview.
No, you should be directing traffic at the Coliseum.
I was her handler.
She trusts me.
You're not listening.
It's over.
You knew Grace was back under and you lied about it and you covered up the attempt on her life.
That's a career-ender, even without your sordid romance with confidential informant number 237.
That iscomplicated, Lieutenant.
I gave you fair warning.
You're done.
Expect a call from IAD.
Could you come with me, sir? Stay here.
Hey.
Who was that? You don't read the papers? I'm Deputy Chief Campbell.
I'm taking personal charge of your son's case.
You mean his murder? There's been an arrest.
Her name is Grace Travis.
You know her better as Jackie Hays.
What's she saying? Is she admitting to it? - I can't discuss that.
- Is she here? I want to see her.
I'm sorry.
That's not possible.
You will be free to attend her arraignment - if there is one.
I wanna know what happened.
We'll get to the bottom of it, Mr Laszlo.
- Sir.
Mr Laszlo.
- What happens next? She will likely be charged within 24 hours.
She'll then be transported to Oakland County to await arraignment.
She's a police officer but she will receive no special treatment from us.
While you're here, we'd appreciate it if you'd answer some questions.
You want to interrogate me? Just a few questions.
It may help bring your son's killer to justice.
No-one wants that more than me.
- What are you doing here? - Oh, shit.
I was gonna ask you the same question.
- You working for Jimmy? - Excuse me, Detective? Are you working for Jimmy Laszlo? I heard you the first time.
I just had to hear it again.
You know I'm getting the axe? Well, shat-on ex-cops don't make very effective police moles.
I'm sure you can be effective when you need to be.
Look, you're right.
Jimmy's got somebody in the department.
They've been two steps ahead of us for years.
And no-one's that smart.
Not even me.
What are you doing at his offices in the middle of the night? I don't got that many moves left.
If I find out who the mole is, bring him in, and that person's higher up than me, I might have enough leverage to keep my pension.
Trust me or not, I don't give a fuck.
I saw you, you know.
Stealing recovered evidence from Max Laszlo's body.
His fucking keys.
Why don't we take a poke around while Jimmy's down the station? Alright.
Jesus Christ.
When did you first meet Jackie Hays? Summer last year.
August, I think.
She started doing favors for me around the docks.
What kind of favors? She introduced me to a few business opportunities.
Legitimate, of course.
Were you aware she was an undercover officer? No, I was not.
When did you become aware she was undercover? A few hours ago, on the news.
At no point did you suspect Jackie Hays might have been law enforcement? No.
I've met undercover cops in the docks before.
You can smell them a mile away.
Jackie was unlike any undercover cop I've met before.
Why? After our introduction, she had zero interest in my business dealings.
No interest in union corruption.
Missing containers.
Drugs.
WMDs.
All the usual stuff that cops like to obsess about.
What did she talk about? Her son.
Sam? She talked about Sam, as Jackie? She confided in me that Sam had been killed in a drive-by shooting.
And she was gonna find the killer since the police couldn't.
It was at that time I started to worry about her.
About her mental state.
What worried you exactly? At times she seemed delusional.
I started to distance myself but then my son My son Max came home and she became fixated on him.
How do you mean? She got it in her head that Max had killed her son.
Max? Which is insane, because Max was incarcerated at the time of the shooting.
Of course, now it's clear what she was planning.
My regret is that I let her into my life.
That I allowed the relationship to progress as far as it did before I could see how disturbed she was.
How far did it progress? She's your undercover agent.
You must know how effective she can be.
We need you to be perfectly clear, Mr Laszlo.
Did you and Grace Travis have a sexual relationship? She was always just Jackie to me.
What is taking you guys so long? We have a situation that requires IAD now.
'What situation? What are you talking about?' Nobody called you? You sure this is his office? This is all his mail.
What did they pull off the body? Oh, you know.
Watch, keys - usual.
Everything was burnt to a crisp.
Grace really did a number on him.
Allegedly did a number on him.
Aren't you adorable! Oh.
Hey, wait a minute.
Santa Rita County.
He was writing to somebody from prison.
What is that? Code? Chess moves.
Yeah.
Yeah.
He was carrying on a game from the inside.
I wonder who with.
Rufus Zapata.
Mr Travis.
Sorry to keep you.
What's going on? Where is my wife? If you come with me, I'll answer your questions and hopefully you can answer some of mine.
It would be very helpful for Grace.
No.
I don't want to leave my daughter.
- You look after her.
- I'll be fine.
Okay.
Come on.
How much did you know about your wife's relationship to Jimmy Laszlo? We never discussed her work.
Did she tell you she and Mr Laszlo were sleeping together? Like I said we never talked about her work.
But Grace wasn't undercover.
She was on leave.
You knew that, right? She told me she was back on the job.
Any work she did with Jimmy Laszlo was extracurricular.
I know you're trying to get a rise out of me.
- It's not about that, Tom.
- Oh Can I call you Tom? Did Grace tell you what she planned to do once she found who killed Sam? Did she tell you how far she was willing to go? Sleeping with Jimmy, burning bodies.
Is there nothing she wouldn't do? Talk to me, Tom.
You can still help your wife.
You know what? Maybe if you'd done your fucking job, none of this would've happened.
She gave her life - our life - to this fucking job! And where were you when she needed you? You left her out in the cold.
What do you expect? Now you want to crucify her for doing your fucking job? For chasing down the son of a bitch who Who what, Tom? Who what? Am I free to go? I have a daughter to look after.
So what grade you in? Ninth.
You do good in school? I do well in school.
Yes.
What do you wanna be when you grow up? A cop.
Just like my mom.
(Door opens) Must be getting pretty crowded next door.
Yeah, a little bit.
So who's in there? The usual suspects.
Duffy, Campbell, McClintock.
Well, tell them to come and say hello, instead of hiding out there in observation.
Do you want to see your husband and daughter? I can give you a couple of minutes if you want.
They're here? - Evie? - Dad, what happened? What is it? Let's go.
Mr Travis.
I can give you a couple of minutes with your wife now.
- We're leaving.
- Excuse me? Dad, what are you talking about? - You don't wanna see her? - We gotta go.
Dad Listen, sweetheart, I'm sorry, but we gotta go.
- We gotta go home.
- No.
I'm staying.
I wanna see her.
Listen, you need to get some sleep.
- No, it's Mom.
- Hey, Evie, just Please.
Trust me on this one.
We gotta go.
Let's go.
Where are they? I'm sorry but they've gone.
Gone? What are you talking about? They left.
Did you tell them that they could see me? I did.
Your husband chose to leave.
I'm sorry.
I don't understand.
You've put them through a lot, Grace.
- Fuck you.
- Okay.
Hey.
But I'm still willing to listen to you.
- Fuck you.
- You're provoking my client.
Fuck you.
You only get one chance to cooperate here.
That's straight from the top.
You want professional courtesy, you help us.
If not, we treat you like any other perp, put you in general holding.
How do you explain the wounds on your face and your body? I was in a car accident and I fell asleep at the wheel.
I hit a truck.
- Did you report this accident? - No.
I'm sure you know that already.
So you left the scene of an accident? Charge me.
We have your fingerprints on a gun found at the murder scene.
Do you want to explain that? No, she doesn't.
Forensics are going over the entire pier.
You may have torched the scene and it may take us longer to get results, but are you willing to bet they're not gonna find your DNA inside that pier? I was a UC at the docks.
There's a million reasons why my DNA would be there.
What about Max Laszlo? Will they find his DNA under your fingernails? - You don't have answer.
- No.
No, I'm okay.
I had plenty of run-ins with Max Laszlo.
Yeah, it's entirely possible.
And will they find Jimmy Laszlo's DNA under your fingernails, too? What the hell has that got to do with anything? Or maybe they'll find his DNA elsewhere on your person.
What was the true nature of your relationship with Jimmy Laszlo, Grace? - Excuse me? - How long, Grace? How long were you two sleeping together? What evidence do you have to support these accusations? We have a statement from Mr Laszlo.
He came in voluntarily.
He had lots of interesting things to say.
He's lying.
Just think about it.
- He has every - Grace, stop talking.
Now.
If there was a sexual relationship, it will come out at trial.
You know that.
My client has nothing more to say.
No defense lawyer will ever risk putting you on the stand.
You just fucked your own trial.
Now .
.
do you want to cooperate? I'd like to consult with my client in private, please.
Any credibility you may have had is gone.
Any sympathy the jury may have had for you is gone.
You've gotta plead.
You've got to cooperate.
Is that your advice? That's my advice.
Then I want another lawyer.
I wanna go to lockup.
Sir, IAD is asking for you.
IAD? What's the situation? We had to pause the interview.
She just fired her lawyer.
Had to put her in holding until we find another one.
- We need to talk to her.
- Of course.
Of course.
But you think she's gonna let you without a lawyer present? You guys should get some coffee.
(Music blaring from car) (Music off) (Sniffs) (Door bursts open) The party's over.
Kiddies.
Who the fuck are you? I'm the fucking landlord.
Get the fuck out.
There's no landlord here.
This place has been vacant for years.
I grew up in this house.
Show some fucking respect.
It's what you need, bro.
You know who my father is? No.
Tell me.
Jimmy Laszlo.
(Laughter) Shit.
That name supposed to mean something? Yeah? Jimmy Jimmy what again? Laszlo.
Looky here, see.
We got a nice little evening going down here.
I don't want to spoil it, putting brains all over this nice wallpaper.
Did your daddy put up that wallpaper? Offyougo.
"Show some respect.
" (Laughter) What the fuck? Oh, shit.
Laszlo What the fuck? Where the fuck is everybody? I called a meeting.
I told everyone but they're Cowards, that's what they are.
No sense of loyalty.
Rats leaving the The sinking ship, yeah.
What about it, Joe? They're scared, boss.
When they found out about Jackie being, like, a cop an' all They'll crawl back when the heat blows over.
Least you know who your friends are.
Yeah.
Last night, Jackie Hays - that fucking cunt - was picked up for the murder of my son.
She's being transferred to Oakland County within the next 24 hours.
Now, who do we have on the inside who can handle this? - Sabrina Christi.
- Right.
She's doing life without parole.
We make things a little more comfortable for her in there, she'll do it.
Give her whatever she wants.
And tell her to make it fucking painful.
Where's Alec, boss? Alec.
- Oh, my God, baby.
- Oh, relax.
It's okay.
- What happened to you? - It's nothing.
What's for breakfast? Breakfast? I could murder some eggs.
I've been up all night worried about you.
Oh, God, I'm starving.
Where were you? Please, Cath, I need to have a clear head.
Today's gonna be a big day.
What are you talking about? Today's the day.
What about Jimmy? Me and my father are done.
Where the fuck are those eggs? (Dog barking) Jesus tap-dancing Christ, what? Are you Rufus Zapata? Rufus is in the park like he always is.
Oh.
What's he look like? He looks like a guy playing three games of chess at the same time.
Thank you very much, sir.
Too bad what happened.
Max was a smart kid.
- Nice guy, too.
- A nice guy? You know he went to prison for assaulting an officer? Of course.
I saw it happen.
- That happen here? - Mm-hm.
So would you like to tell us about it? Mr Zapata, Max Laszlo is dead.
Any information you give us could help us bring his killer to justice.
We had a game going after dark.
be in the park after 10.
Fine, I said.
But Max, who weighs maybe a buck-50 soaking wet, charges right up and cracks the cop on the head.
Hit him four or five times before the cop even reacted.
Like he was trying to get hit.
The other cop had to jump in and save his pussy ass.
From Max.
(Laughs) All right, thanks.
What Oakland cop would let Max Laszlo get four or five good hits in? He must have seen his arrest sheet.
Who was it? Richard Stecky was the arresting officer.
I don't recall who the punch bag was.
The name's been redacted.
Kept out of public record due to the sordid history of the Laszlos intimidating witnesses and victims of crime.
I want to know who that cop was.
If Max beat him hard enough, there might be a medical report in there with the original notes.
- Yeah.
Yeah.
- (Phone rings) Yeah, it's Wilson.
'Need you back at the Precinct.
' Yes, I'll be there.
Hey, I've just I've just got a question for you.
Something's kind of been bothering me.
Why are you carrying this around? My son drew it before he died.
What's it supposed to be? I don't know.
I know you.
- You don't know me.
- Sure I do.
I locked you up in Fruitvale two years ago.
(Laughs) What are you? A cop? (Shouting) She pulled my hair right out! Fucking cunt! Take her down! Take her down! Stop it! (Shouting) Whatever they say about you guys, no-one can say IAD don't dress for success.
Detective Wilson, it appears you've been getting away with a lot of shit for a long time.
RegretsI've had a few.
Withholding information.
Obstruction of justice.
Falsifying the identity of a confidential informant.
Sexual misconduct with a confidential informant.
No, she wouldn't use that word "misconduct".
That's your word.
Running a UC without authorization.
- Concealing evidence.
- Alright, I get the picture.
I'm gonna get shit-canned.
Is there any way we can speed this up? Let's talk about Grace Travis.
I'll take that as a no.
Ma'am, can you follow the light, please? Ma'am, we need you to respond.
Okay.
We all know money's been down.
Earnings have been bad for years.
- (Door opens) - You're late.
- Where's Jimmy? - Jimmy's not here.
I called this meeting.
- What the fuck is this? - Either stayor leave.
It's your choice.
Times have been tough.
I can live with that.
What I cannot live with is we had an undercover cop on our docks, sticking her nose into our business.
And the worst part about it? My father knew all along.
- No fucking way.
- Come on.
- Way out of line.
- Lloyd.
It's the truth.
How do we know that? Go ahead.
Ask him.
See what he says.
My father knew Jackie Hays was an undercover cop and he did nothing about it.
He knew and he carried on with her, endangering your lives, your livelihoods, your fucking freedom, your families.
And now my brother is dead.
Killed by the very hand of the cop my father invited into our world.
Now, I love my father, but I will not follow him one more goddamn day.
You're fucking moving against him? That's exactly what's happening.
The train is leaving the station.
He's the only one who doesn't know it.
You know how close you are to going to jail? Hm? All of us.
Cos some fucking broad gave him a hard-on.
It's the oldest goddamn trick in the book.
Now I say it is time for a change.
It is time to start earning again.
New leadership.
New guard.
New start.
Who's with me? Fuck it.
I'm in.
Are you with me? What are you doing touching the mail? I'm sorry, ma'am.
I'm looking for Detective Fleming.
I couldn't find him at the station.
- Who are you? - I'm Detective Hoffman.
- San Francisco PD.
- Frisco? What are you doing out here? Is Detective Fleming your son? - Maybe.
- Does he still live here? This is the only address I have for him on file.
Ma'am, I understand he's working the murder case of Max Laszlo.
I may have some important information for him.
- Murder? - Yeah.
- Little Max Laszlo is dead? - Afraid so.
Oh.
I always figured it'd be the older one to go first.
- You knew them? - Of course.
So did they live around here, then? They live around here? That was their house for over ten years.
Thank you very much for your time.
Thank you.
Hey, Wilson.
Yeah, it's me.
What are you? (Muffled police radio) Copy that.
I'll take a look.
(Footsteps outside) (Door opens) (Muffled screams) (Coughs) (Splutters and chokes) (Groans)