So Help Me Todd (2022) s01e10 Episode Script

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Okay, she can have the car.
Yeah, and the furniture.
I don't know.
My God, we are dividing assets.
What? No.
There's no way I can afford to pay
that much in spousal support.
What? Hold Can you remind
Kathleen that I'm a poor journalist
and not a billionaire?
No, I can't
I can't believe this is happening.
All she did was complain
that I worked too much.
You know? And that's it, okay?
Forget it.
I I'm gone.
All right.
I'm ready.
All of the forms and documents for
the legal separation are complete.
After we file this,
the serve by publication will run
in three newspapers
for 12 business days.
Okay. This is my life,
putting an ad in the
newspaper in Iceland
to tell my missing husband
that our marriage is over.
Okay. Thank you, Susan.
Of course.
When is your wedding?
- Nine months and counting.
- Hmm.
And you're not doing a prenup?
- No, I I didn't want to be
- No, no, no, no. You don't have to explain.
I am probably the wrong
person to consult on that
particular subject at this moment.
Wait, which subject?
By the way, report done.
Todd, take your leg off
the arm of that chair.
Okay, but wait, which subject
are you the wrong person for?
Pirates? Zombies? Lasers?
Blazers.
Pre-nuptial agreements.
- Oh.
- Peter and I aren't doing one.
And that's perfectly fine.
I mean, God only knows what
the future holds for any of us.
Had I realized that I
would one day be responsible
for Harry's membership at
the Wildwood Athletic Club,
I probably would have
gone into my marriage
with a little more protection.
All right, Susan, thank you.
See you in ten minutes.
Todd. Chair. Arm. Leg.
- Thank you.
- Sorry.
- Wait, is she finally divorcing Harry?
- No.
Legal separation.
- Oh.
- She says she's not ready for anything
as drastic as divorce,
but is ready to explore her options.
She needs to cut that jerk loose.
And where are you two going?
Our trial resumes in 30 minutes.
Kathleen Baylis, accused
of murdering her husband.
The journalist?
Oh, right, right, right.
Lyle got that case.
Lucky. Meanwhile, I'm stuck
on Portland's death trolley.
MAX? The light rail train?
Hit all those cyclists,
people are calling it SMAX now?
It's a class action suit, but for
me, it's just a ton of paperwork.
That's the real tragedy.
Hmm. Bye, Todd.
I'm kidding.
Detective Anten,
you're a member of the
Portland Anti-Crime Team,
known as P.A.C.T., correct?
- Yes.
- And this is a special task force
meant to reduce crime in
North Portland, correct?
That is correct.
But isn't one of the fastest
growing criminal organizations
in that area a biker
gang, the Pioneer Ghosts?
I can't quantify that,
but they do have a presence, yes.
Okay. But were you
aware that Keith Baylis
was two days away from
publishing an exposé
on the Pioneer Ghosts and
their criminal activity?
I was aware of that, yes.
Well, a member of the
biker gang could have
framed Kathleen Baylis for
the murder of her husband.
- I mean, they had motive, and yet
- She had motive.
And the murder weapon
was found in her car.
Her alibi is she was sleeping.
Please wait for my
question before answering.
And yet, you zeroed in on my client.
Now, what was the probable cause
for searching Kathleen Baylis's home?
A confidential informant
notified P.A.C.T. that Kathleen Baylis
had bought a 9mm Glock 19
with wiped serial numbers
days before the murder,
and the bullet that was retrieved
from the chest of the
victim matched that weapon.
A confidential informant.
A C.I.
That was your only probable cause?
An unverified anonymous source?
And your client was an angry, bitter,
soon-to-be ex-wife in the
middle of a contentious divorce.
Just stay calm.
Um, there are lots of angry,
bitter ex-wives out there, Detective.
That doesn't make them murderers.
The night of her arrest,
her behavior was very aggressive.
I cuffed her, and she said
- that she was glad her husband was dead.
- That's a lie!
I never said that.
You lying piece of
- Yep, that is the aggression that I saw.
- I understand.
That's enough, Mrs. Baylis.
One more outburst like that
and you'll be held in contempt of court.
Okay.
- Margaret, I did not kill my husband.
- I know.
- That wasn't my gun.
- Yes, I know.
Oh, my God, I'm being framed.
I should take the stand.
The jury needs to hear my side.
Kathleen, that is not a good idea,
especially after that outburst in court.
And the angry text messages,
showing up to his office,
threatening to kill him.
Well, I did want to kill him. I did.
Okay, fine. But he was never around.
He was always working, and
he lied about everything.
I know his job was secretive, fine,
but how do I know he
wasn't having an affair?
How did I know anything?
You felt foolish for ever having
trusted him in the first place.
Yes, but trust me,
if I were going to kill him,
I wouldn't shoot him with a gun.
I would poison him
slowly so I could enjoy
every second of his agonizing death.
Oh, please, you never
really love someone
unless you've fantasized about
killing them at least a few times.
I understand, I really do,
but you cannot share that
sentiment with the jury.
We've already got an uphill battle
- with this Luke Anten, and
- Oh, my God.
I'm going to prison for the
rest of my life, aren't I?
I know you didn't do it,
and I'm going to find
a way to prove that.
Sorry, I'm here to see my mother,
but I seem to have the wrong office.
I'm allowed to work in here.
My last name is also on the door,
plus I'm all out of staples in my cubby.
Hmm.
Ooh, a file marked "Harry."
That sounds ominous.
Yeah, it's all the
bills Mom's stuck with
because she's still legally
married to that idiot.
Here's some additional
research on the Pioneer Ghosts,
but I just think that Oh, it's you.
It's always me.
- And Allison, it's nice to see you again.
- Likewise.
I'm sorry you had to find
this belligerent mole-person
at your mother's desk.
She should be back any moment now,
but fair warning, she's
in a terrible mood.
- Why?
- She's losing her murder trial,
and it's killing her,
so I recommend that
Todd, what are you doing at my desk?
Allison, honey, I
can't have lunch today,
I have to work. Todd, we
have talked about this.
Yes, yes, we certainly have,
and I understand you're losing your case
because there's a problem
with the level of investigative work
provided to you by someone who shall
remain nameless but whose
initials are Lyle Burton.
Todd, we do not have time
for nonsense right now.
An innocent woman is about
to go to prison for life,
and I am running out of options.
Lyle, we need to go through
every single piece of evidence again
and see if we can
come up with something.
On it. The Pioneer Ghost research.
Ah, thank you.
Mom, why are you losing?
Oh, ah.
A very smug detective, Luke Anten,
who I would like to smack.
Very conveniently, a magical informant
made its way into his lap,
and provided probable cause
for a search warrant which led them
right to the murder weapon
in Kathleen's car. It is crap.
- It's crap?
- Yes.
I have looked into
the eyes of murderers before,
and Kathleen is not one.
If she had killed him,
she'd be hiding how much she hated him,
which she's not. I am so angry.
Okay, well, are there
any other suspects?
Ah. A biker gang.
The Pioneer Ghosts.
Keith Baylis was about
to publish a story on them
right at the time of his death.
I mean murder.
But they are a very
tight-knit, secretive group,
and no one is talking.
Not even their leader,
Josephine Fontana,
who's in prison in Salem.
Oh, I'm so angry!
I'm losing, I'm losing this,
and on a case I should be winning.
I need to win.
Okay, you and I, out of here.
- Let's go.
- What? But I can help.
Let's get some lunch.
Allison, honey, yes,
take-take your brother to lunch
and let me work uninterrupted.
What? I don't interrupt your work.
- I help your work.
- Yes, you do.
You are right now. One, two, three
Okay, you can't start counting
before the conversation's over
I don't adhere to nonsense rules.
Go on, right now. Oh.
Why are you so quiet?
What are you plotting?
What? No, nothing. I'm not plotting.
You have 17 floors to confess.
What are you talking about?
- 16. 15.
- Confess what?
- 14. 12.
- Why is everyone counting at me today?
My God. Um
I was thinking I might know someone
who might know if those
bikers are involved
in the case Mom's working on.
Who?
Nobody, just somebody
in prison in Salem.
- It's nothing.
- Who do you know in prison
Veronica?
- Todd. No.
- The leader of the biker gang
You cannot be serious. is a
woman incarcerated in Salem,
and that's where Veronica is.
I think you mean that's where
the woman who ruined your life is.
She has access to this biker woman.
She could ask her a few questions.
It could help Mom's case.
Todd, Veronica is why you are penniless,
license-less and homeless.
I can't park in my garage
because of Veronica.
I'm not going back
into business with her,
or sleeping with her.
I'm just gonna go talk to her.
It's not a big deal.
She's in prison. It's fine.
God, what are you thinking?
This is a terrible idea.
Oh, like you haven't had
any terrible ideas lately?
Look, I'm sorry, I didn't mean that.
I'm just trying to help Mom,
but I won't do it, okay, Allison?
I won't go see her. I won't.
- Allison?
- I'm not going to lunch with you.
I won't.
I won't go see her.
I can't believe I'm
actually here. Seeing you.
I don't
I don't know what to say.
You ruined my life, you
destroyed my reputation,
you lied to me, constantly, you
Oh, oh, now you don't
want to talk to me?
I drive all the way down here,
you don't want to talk to me?
- That's really rich.
- I can't hear you.
Wrong handset.
Oh. Oh.
Okay.
Hi.
Hi.
You look great.
Thanks, so do you.
- A tie.
- Yeah.
Uh, well, it's for work.
I'm a professional investigator now.
- You weren't a professional before?
- No, I was.
I mean, we were.
Our whole agency was,
but you clearly were not.
Hey, okay, whatever.
You know, I just want to be very clear
that I'm only here to get information,
and you owe me that for
everything you put me through.
I could've ended up inside there, too,
so let's not talk about who did what
because you did it.
You did everything.
And you owe me.
Yeah.
Yeah, I do.
Okay. Uh, great.
So, uh, there's a journalist,
Keith Baylis, he was murdered.
And I want to know if,
um, Josephine Fontana,
or someone in her gang
had anything to do
with it. Do you know
Joey? I know of her.
Well, um, I need you to ask.
Ask around. Ask her. Just ask.
I can ask.
Good.
Why do you need me to do
this? Shouldn't the police
- be able to
- The police have identified
somebody else, and they
don't want to believe
that the biker gang had
anything to do with this.
This Detective Anten testified that
Luke Anten?
You know him?
He's a prick and a liar.
He is?
He screwed up a case of
mine years ago, before you.
He lied and said he had a
confidential informant in a case
Wait, wait, wait. That's
what he's doing here.
That's exactly what he's doing.
Yeah, it gets him a
search warrant every time,
but those C.I.'s don't always exist,
and by law, he doesn't
have to reveal them
Who was your client?
You get so excited. I
forgot how excited you get.
Millicent Granger.
She's doing five in here.
Okay, so Anten fabricated a
C.I. to get a search warrant,
which led to the arrest of
your client Millicent Granger.
You are a quick study.
Well
Thank you. This could actually be, um,
this could actually be helpful.
I'm glad.
It's the least I could do.
I'll talk to Joey.
Visiting hours are over now.
Mom. Mom. Millicent Granger.
Millicent Granger of southeast Portland.
I did some digging into your case
Our case. I am the licensed
investigator on this case.
And I am the 736
hours-away from re-licensed
investigator who discovered
that Detective Anten
has a suspicious history of
using confidential informants
to obtain search warrants.
Nobody could put Millicent
Granger at the scene of a crime,
then Anten's magical C.I. appears,
giving him probable
cause to search her house.
And guess what happened there.
Found the murder weapon.
It's the same story.
Where did you get this?
I think you mean where
didn't Lyle get this,
and, uh, let's just say I have
my own confidential source.
- Can you trust this source?
- Yes. Yeah.
Well, this might be
enough for me to file
a motion to reveal a
confidential informant.
And if Anten can't
produce that informant
Then the search warrant is invalid,
and the gun inside Kathleen's
car is inadmissible.
Yes. Can we order?
I am starving. You guys want dinner?
I have my dinner.
Freshly washed carrots and celery.
What? What are you, a rabbit?
Well, at least share.
Your Honor, Detective Anten used a C.I.
again in the case of Millicent Granger,
so I am filing for a motion to
reveal a confidential informant.
I'm inclined to give counsel time
to prepare a written motion.
The matter is continued to Friday.
Thank you.
That's only three days.
Is that gonna give you enough time?
Kathleen, this is the break we needed.
We should talk.
Three days. We have to research
recent motions of this kind.
We'll need a plan in case
they do reveal their informant.
Hey, it's me.
So, I spoke to Joey for you,
and this Luke Anten stuff?
Tip of ye olde iceberg.
You know where to find me.
So, tip of the iceberg, huh?
Tip top. You need to find
a guy named Herb Mulholland.
Herb Mulholland? Why, who is he?
Evidence locker clerk for
the Portland Police Bureau.
- He was arrested by Luke Anten.
- Huh.
And, uh, arrested for what?
Anten said he was stealing
from the evidence locker.
- Stealing what?
- I don't know, drugs, money, weapons?
Just take a closer look
at his search warrant.
I really think it'll
interest you and your
your current employer.
Your mom?
Who told you that?
A woman in here. Celia.
Client of your mother's.
Shot her daughter Kim's boss to death
- on the roof of a parking garage.
- Yeah, I know who she is.
Celia says that you and
Margaret have been playing
"Bring Your Son To Work
Day" for months now.
Yeah, well, I couldn't
get a job anywhere else.
I lost my license, you
know, because of you.
So, yeah, I'm working at
the firm as an investigator.
Just talk to Herb Mulholland.
Was I wrong about Millicent Granger?
No.
See?
I'm trying to make it up to you.
Yeah, I know it's last minute.
Okay, so you're cancelling
our make-up lunch with Mom.
Fine. Great. I don't really
feel like seeing you anyway.
Look, Allison, I'm sorry,
- and something came up at work, so
- What is that on your shit?
Is that a visitor sticker from a prison?
Todd, what the hell are you doing?
I am helping Mom, okay?
- Todd! Don't lean on my car.
- Are you out of your mind?
- You told me that you were not
- Okay, uh, uh
- going to do this.
- Lunch any other day of the week, okay?
- How could you be so stupid? Wait, is that Mom
- Bye.
Does Mom know that you did this? Todd?
Uh, no, no, Todd,
we're meeting Allison for
lunch. I know where it is.
No, no, no, we're not. We need to go
talk to someone named Herb Mulholland.
No, we're not. I have only
a brief time for lunch.
I have to work on my motion to reveal.
This will help with that.
Herb Mulholland is a cop
who was arrested for stealing evidence,
and he was arrested by
Luke Anten, and guess what
Anten used to obtain the search warrant?
- A C.I.
- Bingo.
- All right, let's go.
- Okay.
Put your seatbelt on. Okay, thank you.
All right, let's just say
we're Jehovah's Witnesses
or Church of Ladder
Day Saints or something.
Okay Wait, did you
just say "La-dur Day"?
"Ladder Day"? Todd, it's Latter Day.
With a "T," "Latter." Tuh, tuh, tuh.
No, it's not, it's a celebration
of the ladder they used to climb
Oh, he's here.
Excuse me, Herb Mulholland?
Hey.
I'm Margaret Wright, an attorney.
Look, I don't need a public defender.
I'm representing myself,
and I've already pled guilty,
- so that's that.
- But
So, please, just, uh
Excuse me. You've already pled guilty,
but are you guilty?
Doesn't matter, so please just go.
Hey, Daddy. Daddy, come play with me.
Hey, sweetheart. How about
you go back to playing,
and daddy will be right there, okay?
Okay.
Give me a dollar.
What? Why?
It'll make me your lawyer.
She's a defense attorney. The best.
She's very good at her job.
And as my client, you can
confidentially speak to me,
and, legally, I can't
share it with anybody.
Listen, I appreciate it,
but I don't need your help.
I'll be fine.
You'll be fine going to prison,
and leaving your little
girl without a father?
I think you're just
trying to protect her,
and I understand that. I really do.
I'm a parent, too.
But
she needs you here, with her.
Please, let me help you.
Do I have to give him a dollar, too?
- No.
- Yes. What?
Couldn't hurt.
Drugs went missing from
the evidence locker,
evidence in a case against this
biker gang, the Pioneer Ghosts.
I was told to shut my mouth
and look the other way.
But I reported it
because I was a good cop.
Next thing I know,
I'm being arrested for
stealing a brick of coke
that they hid underneath my bed.
I mean, I got a kid.
I I don't do drugs.
- You were framed.
- It was retaliation.
It most certainly was.
For doing your job
and reporting a crime.
Yeah, but it's my word against
the other cop's, so I'm screwed.
And who was the other cop,
the one who actually stole the evidence,
you know, the one you reported?
Same one that arrested me. Anten.
Detective Luke Anten.
Confirmed. Anten is a dirty cop.
He's been protecting the
Pioneer Ghosts this whole time.
And if he was willing to steal
from the evidence locker
- Then he probably framed Kathleen.
- Uh-huh.
So the bikers could get away
with murdering Keith
and stop his exposé
- on them from being published.
- Mmm.
This will help with the
motion to reveal, right?
Oh, we're way past that now.
We're going to clear both
Kathleen and Herb's names,
and nail Anten to the wall.
Great.
Okay.
Herb, relax, we're just
going to tell the Judge
that you're changing your
plea from guilty to not guilty.
It's very simple, okay? You'll be fine.
Yeah.
State of Oregon v. Herb Mulholland.
Good morning, Counsel.
It's nice to see you again.
Let's get started.
Please state your
appearance for the record.
Good morning, Your Honor.
Margaret Wright, for the
defendant, who's in court.
We would like to change our earlier plea
from guilty to not guilty.
I'm sorry, uh, this is a mistake.
I'm not changing my plea, Your Honor.
- I'm guilty.
- Wha Wait, Your Honor
Mr. Mulholland, I want to confirm
that you intelligently,
knowingly, and voluntarily
entered this plea?
Yes, Your Honor. I'm guilty.
- Herb, please, if we can just
- Very well,
let's schedule the sentencing hearing.
I need a moment.
What is going on?
I found this right here.
- Oh, my God.
- How did he get this?
He was in my house,
this close to my baby girl.
This is a threat, Margaret,
and I-I can't risk
Anten is not going
to get away with this.
I can barely eat.
I'm sick to my stomach.
I can't believe he threatened a child.
So this Detective Anten
framed both your clients,
Herb and Kathleen, to just,
what, protect a biker gang?
I can't believe a detective
helped cover up Keith's murder.
How did you know Keith again, Chet?
- S.J.P.
- You knew Keith Baylis
through Sarah Jessica Parker?
Society of Journalists,
Portland chapter.
- That's what I thought.
- Half the time, Keith never showed up.
He was always chasing after a story.
But when he did, we would
order him a cheese-less pizza.
Lifelong vegan.
It was disgusting.
I wish you could track down his notes
or-or a draft of the story
that he was writing
about the Pioneer Ghosts.
At least then, we'd have something
that might connect
them to Keith's murder.
Well, I'm sure he kept
his notes well-hidden.
All successful investigative
journalists are super paranoid.
Ah. Et tu Brute?
Uh, may I be excused for a second?
Collect call. Do you accept the charges?
Yes, I'll accept the charges.
Hello?
Hello?
Hey, I'm calling to see how
it went with Herb Mulholland.
Oh. Um, you were right.
It was, um He was
Look, I really can't talk now.
Then why'd you answer?
I don't know, I just
I thought you might
have more information,
but I-I really can't talk right now.
What is that noise?
Oh, is tonight family dinner?
- Are you at your sister's perfect little house?
- No.
Is her husband wearing a turtleneck?
Yes, but we're actually at my
mom's condo. Can you just
I feel like there's
a turtleneck involved.
And Lawrence isn't there, right?
He's off working somewhere.
And that cute husband of his.
Chet. How old's their little girl now?
I remember holding her as a baby.
Look, I really can't talk right now,
and aren't collect calls
from prison like $20 a minute?
- Oh, my God, do you want this information or not?
- What's that about prison?
Um
Tell me you were not
talking to Veronica.
What-what is going on?
- Uh, please? Allison?
- Allison.
It's just your idiot son,
talking to the woman
who destroyed his life.
Okay, um, I can explain.
Mom, look, Veronica is
What could possibly possess you to
Oh, my God.
She's your informant, isn't she?
- She told you about
- I told him
- Herb Mulholland
- this was a mistake.
- and Millicent Granger.
- I told you not to do this.
Yes, but I only went to her
because she was helping you,
and can you please stay out
of this? You're not helping.
- We're just staying over here, right?
- Yeah.
Todd, I cannot
have a known criminal
involved in my cases!
Okay, but she is helping
us. Because of her,
we are on track to expose Luke Anten,
and keep Kathleen and
Herb from going to prison.
Because of her, you
almost went to prison.
I thought you were done with her.
Oh, yeah? Just like
you're done with Harry?
A legal separation?
Come on, Mom, just divorce that loser.
I mean, talk about somebody
destroying your life.
I can't even look at you.
No, no, and a no.
Kathleen,
- I know we've gone over this before,
-
-
- but can you think of any other possible place
that Keith might have left his notes?
He was just always so secretive.
About everything.
Who he met with, where he went,
what he was working on.
Maybe there's a safety deposit
box that you didn't know about?
No idea.
We barely talked toward the end.
Maybe if he had just put
me first every now and then,
we might've actually been
able to make it work, but no,
it was all work, all
the time. And bowling.
Bowling?
Oh, yeah, took up
bowling, out of the blue.
Joined a league, the whole deal.
I'm still paying for that
stupid locker down there.
A locker?
How often did he visit
the bowling alley?
A few times a week. Maybe more.
Are you thinking
I'm gonna need the name
of the bowling alley,
and that locker number.
Absolutely.
Uh, hello.
You are ten minutes late.
Oh, so you are speaking to me.
I figured three strikes, I was out.
- That's baseball.
- I know that.
Three strikes in bowling
is called a "turkey."
Yeah, I know that. Wait,
how do you know that?
And am I the turkey in this situation?
Yes. More like the Dodo bird.
But right now, we need to break into
locker number 52, which
is right over there.
Uh, I think your
friend Sergeant Security
might have an issue with that.
Give me a moment.
I will create a distraction,
and then you can swoop in.
Wait, you'll create a what?
Hey, lady, what are you doing?
Hey, this is our game.
You can't do that.
What the hell?
What are you doing?
Okay.
Thank you, Lea Luna.
Okay.
Thank you.
Jackpot.
Thank you.
Whoa.
Hey, what are you doing?
She hit that 7-10.
Hold this, please. Thank you.
Oh, let's go. Let's go.
- I got everything.
- Okay.
Also, since when did you
become such a good bowler?
Your mother did have a
life before children, Todd.
- Okay, so, Keith is investigating the Pioneer Ghosts.
- Uh-huh.
He discovers they're paying off Anten
so he'll overlook all
their criminal behavior,
but when Keith starts
digging deeper into Anten
He discovers corruption
inside of P.A.C.T.
I mean, good God,
it is not just Anten who's a dirty cop,
it is the entire task force.
This must have been a whole new story
that Keith was working on.
So the Pioneer Ghosts
didn't kill Keith? No.
It was the crooked cops of P.A.C.T.
that did it to silence him.
Right, and it was a high-profile murder
of a prominent investigative journalist,
so they had to pin it on
somebody to cover themselves.
And who better than Kathleen,
the "bitter ex-wife."
You drop a weapon into her trunk,
and, bang, she's an easy target.
Well, you got to admit,
we only uncovered all this
by talking to Veronica and
- Todd, I don't want to hear it.
- I'm just saying,
- we got her information
- Todd, it was a stupid thing to do.
- There are plenty of other ways
- I'm just saying, we never would've
Okay, Todd, don't just say. Just listen.
These are Keith's words.
"The extent of the
corruption is outrageous.
They were taking bribes from criminals,
making false arrests, planting evidence,
entrapment, lying on the stand,
skimming money and drugs off the top."
I mean, this is infuriating.
We got to take this to the D.A.
Like now, like right now.
A dead man's journal isn't
enough to prove anything.
We can't accuse one cop,
let alone an entire task force,
of corruption without
rock-solid evidence.
Well, what qualifies as rock-solid?
We need someone to testify.
Keith must have had a source,
someone on the inside,
someone that he knew,
like a cop at a at a police station.
Okay. Or, I was gonna mention,
it looks like Keith was going
to this barbecue restaurant
in Beaverton called "All You Can Meat"
every Thursday around
2:00 p.m. for weeks.
What does that have to do with anything?
Mom, All You Can Meat?
- He was vegan, remember?
- Oh, yes.
Why would he be going to the same place
at the same time to eat nothing?
Unless he was "meat-ing" someone
in particular every week.
Like his source?
Yes. You see?
You are a good investigator
without Veronica.
2:00 p.m. All You Can
Meat at 485 Pine Street.
Need to identify Keith Baylis's source,
but that could be pretty
much almost anyone here.
This isn't even the half of it.
Look at this, case after
case of warrants and arrests,
all tainted by P.A.C.T.
I knew Kathleen was innocent.
In my gut, I could tell.
I don't know. I have to admit,
when she said she fantasized
about killing her husband, I
Oh, please, everyone does that.
I still fantasize about
pushing my ex off a cliff.
That's how I knew I loved him.
What about you?
Oh, of course, I'd never actually do it,
but occasionally,
since Harry disappeared,
and maybe once or twice before,
I might have casually
thought about an ice
pick. In the shower,
where it would be the easiest to clean.
Are you sure you only
want a legal separation,
because this sounds a lot like
I am just not ready to divorce him.
And I'm certainly not
ready to kill him. Or am I?
Come on, Susan.
You've never been so angry at Peter
- that you thought about killing him?
- No. Angry, yes, of course,
but not angry enough for an ice pick.
Todd, though, I've
fantasized about killing him.
Whenever he was annoying
or wouldn't shut up,
I just wanted to smother
him with a pillow.
Careful. Todd's exes have a
habit of ending up in jail.
Good point.
What happened between
him and the one in prison?
Veronica.
I don't even want to talk about it.
Well
Years ago, she helped him get his
private investigator's license.
- He was flailing
- And failing, at life.
And then he met Veronica. Period.
And she set him on a new course.
She was a veteran P.I.
She showed him the ropes,
and she encouraged
his natural curiosity.
And instinct for troublemaking.
And then they set up a
small agency together.
It was his true calling,
and he was so happy.
But the whole time,
she was setting him up as the fall guy
for her own criminal activity.
Forgery.
Witness intimidation.
Illegal wiretapping.
So she framed him.
Because she is a liar
and a con artist, and a sociopath.
But Todd, he couldn't resist her.
He was like a moth to a flame.
And he has his mother to thank
for keeping him out of jail.
The end.
Wait a second.
This is the third case
where the found weapon
was wiped clean, no prints.
Let me guess.
A magical confidential informant
sweeps in to cement the case.
Just like Kathleen's case.
But how is P.A.C.T. getting
away with all of this?
Luke Anten.
They hide behind his
golden boy reputation.
They cover their tracks, the
insiders look the other way
and enable him.
And when all else fails,
they silence those who get in the way.
It just makes my blood boil.
Mm-hmm.
But their days are numbered
because we are going to stop them.
Okay, we're looking for someone
working with the Portland Police Bureau.
So it could be a cop,
a dispatcher, a crime scene tech.
Informants always look nervous,
but inside, they're strong, steely.
How many customers are there?
Uh, around 40.
Okay, let's start by
narrowing the age range.
20 to 60-year-olds.
Okay, well, let's rule out
the coddled ten-year-old whose mommy
is literally spoon-feeding him.
Good luck to the future girlfriend
who will never be
able to make him happy.
And nix anyone else with kids,
this wasn't a family affair.
This is an adult, working solo,
likely single, maybe lonely.
Okay, that narrows us down to
about a dozen possible options.
Oh, this guy kind of looks like a cop,
but I think he's on a date.
A first one. An awkward one.
Oh, she's paying. That's nice.
Oop, nope. They went Dutch.
Yeah, welcome to the friend zone, buddy.
Wow. Well, if she's not smiling,
this is also their last date.
Yeah, she's not smiling.
Okay, I think I should
focus on anyone dining alone.
Hmm, I guess I did teach
you a few good things
on those late-night stakeouts.
Yeah, a few good things. Yeah.
Okay, how many left?
Alone? Uh
Five.
All right, rule out anyone with tattoos
unless they're military related.
Okay, down to three.
So close.
Yeah.
College student is out.
Well, you should tell
her grades don't matter.
Yeah, it's who you meet along the way.
Okay, two left. Wait.
High school athletic coach.
It's not him.
Which means
It's a woman, isn't it?
Yeah. I'll talk to you later.
Hello.
I think we have a friend in common.
Keith Baylis.
But
he's dead.
Suzi, you were Keith's source.
How did that come about?
I work for the I.T. department
at the Portland Police Bureau.
I monitor documentation,
tracking cross-communication
within departments,
and inter-server constituencies.
Okay, well, she's talking robot,
so it's a good thing you're here.
What types of
communication do you track?
All types.
Police reports, body cam
footage, evidence locker logs.
Emails between members of P.A.C.T.,
the special task force?
Yes. I see everything.
False arrests, skimming drugs,
planting evidence, taking bribes.
I wanted to report it,
but
I was scared of how they'd retaliate.
So, you went to Keith Baylis.
No, he came to me.
He was looking for an inside source.
He was smart. He knew someone in I.T.
would have the info.
And so he found me at
my regular lunch spot.
- All You Can Meat.
- And he convinced me that
it was the right thing to do.
But
now he's dead,
and it's all my fault.
No, it's not your fault.
It was the right thing to do.
But now we need you to testify
because my clients are being framed
for crimes they did not commit.
But P.A.C.T. is so powerful.
They kill people.
- I mean, what if
- An individual is vulnerable.
But with you, we would be four.
And with Herb Mulholland
and Kathleen Baylis,
we'd be six, and there are others,
people who shouldn't be in jail.
We will stand together.
They cannot take us all down.
This is so Magnificent
Seven. It's so awesome.
- More like Yellowstone.
- What, the park?
Boys, focus.
Suzi, we cannot bring
down P.A.C.T. without you.
I'll do it.
I'll testify.
But how will you protect me from them?
We work with the D.A.
to put every single
one of them behind bars.
We demand protection
for you from the state.
And we gather all the
information that you found,
the intel, the corruption,
and we make it very, very public.
I happen to know another
very brave journalist
from the Sentinel.
Story broke. Front
page. By Chet Venables.
"The P.A.C.T. Task
Force has been suspended
and is under investigation
for widespread corruption."
We're looking at it right now.
And the D.A. is right here,
and she just told us
that an arrest warrant for Luke Anten
is being drafted as we speak.
So, I'm I'm free?
- I'm free. You did it.
- Yes.
You did this. Thank you.
Because of you, P.A.C.T.
won't be terrorizing
the streets of North Portland anymore,
and we'll get justice for Keith Baylis
by proving P.A.C.T. was
responsible for his murder.
And what about Herb Mulholland?
Don't worry. He'll be fine.
Wow.
All charges dropped.
What do you know?
Yeah, Herb and Kathleen are free,
and the D.A. is trying
to put Anten away.
See? You can trust me.
Yeah, I don't know about that.
Oh, you don't know.
No.
Well, I enjoyed this little caper.
Gave me something to do.
And
I liked being in your ear again.
Yeah, it was good. It was.
- But
- Felt like I was back out in the real world.
Free.
But
this has to be goodbye.
I just wanted to look you
in the eye one more time,
and tell you that you
nearly ruined my life,
and I will never forget that.
I know.
And I'm sorry.
I really am.
But we do make a good team.
Made a good team.
But not anymore.
Goodbye, Veronica.
All right, I'm ready.
All right,
this cancels the request
for legal separation
and nullifies the
service by publication.
And this is your
preliminary signature pages
for your divorce proceedings.
There, here,
and here.
Okay.
This should get the ball rolling,
and then I am free.
And no ice pick.
I will get these processed and filed,
and we will be on to the
next step by Wednesday?
Thank you, Susan.
And don't let this sully
your view of marriage.
You are going to be very, very happy.
And your wedding is
going to be gorgeous.
Thank you, Margaret.
How do you feel?
The same.
Uh, less encumbered maybe.
Hey Oh, uh, am I
interrupting something?
Yes.
What have you got there?
Oh, uh, 49 signed statements
of injury and personal
grievance records.
The death trolley.
Notarized, spell-checked,
reprinted after unfortunate
coffee-spill incident,
- and ready to file.
- All right, just leave them there.
Mom, I know you're
still mad at me about
We don't need to discuss
that matter any further.
Look, okay, yes,
there was a giant flashing
neon sign saying "no."
Really? Where?
No, like, metaphorically, over my head,
following me around. I knew it was wrong
to contact her, and yes,
ironic to be getting help
from the person who
hurt me.
She nearly destroyed you, Todd.
Your whole life.
But I had you.
To protect me, helping me,
and-and that's what I
wanted to do for you. Help.
You need to make smarter choices.
I know.
- I thought you were changing.
- I am.
I am trying. I'm on my way towards that.
I really am.
And I am never going to see her
or speak to her ever again.
I promise you. I'm done.
Okay.
It's a good thing she still has
eight more years on her sentence.
Come on, let's get lunch.
Really? I was like 99%
certain you weren't gonna ask.
Wait, can we eat at the bowling alley?
They have amazing corn dogs,
and I want to see some more of these
- sick bowling skills you have.
- Sick?
Why do you use "sick" as a compliment?
Okay, fine, dope bowling skills.
- "Dope" is drugs.
- Okay, insane bowling skills?
"Insane" is crazy.
All right, you're a great bowler, Mom.
- And you are not.
- Jacket.
Oh.
Your Honor, the State of Oregon
would like to thank Ms.
Caron for her cooperation
and seeks to reward
leniency for information.
Namely, a grossly reduced sentence.
Her testimony against
Detective Luke Anten
was a crucial factor in
uncovering widespread corruption,
and helped us to put him behind bars.
Agreed. You are now a
free woman, Ms. Caron.
Congratulations.
Thank you, Your Honor.
Thank you very much.