Truth Be Told (2019) s03e05 Episode Script

Where's Trini? Don't you
die on me, you motherfucker.
Where's Trini? Where is she?
Where is my baby?
You okay? You okay?
Trey was our best lead
to find Trini, Pop.
So, no. I'm the fucking
opposite of okay right now.
He may have been our best lead,
but he wasn't our only one.
Look, uh
Eva and I think Andrew
Finney may be a trafficker
and that he's involved
with Trini's disappearance.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Mayoral
candidate Andrew Finney?
What are you talking about?
You think he took Trini?
Yes, indirectly.
Remember the chains
from the Gilded Karat?
Yeah, bought by, um, that woman.
Alicia Rodriguez. The campaign manager.
- Yes. She purchased them on his orders.
- Yeah.
Well, what did he say?
If he's involved, we can't
let him know we're onto him.
- Poppy
- It would just
It would put Trini in
even greater danger.
- We cannot tap dance around this lead.
- Then help us look into him.
Markus, you see things
that other people can't.
All right, I'll
I'll get a few of my guys
to help me do some digging.
- Solicitations, expunged cases.
- Right.
Anything that we can
connect to trafficking.
I'm gonna keep digging
around the recording studio.
Someone must've seen something.
All right. Well, just keep me posted.
Hey.
- Do you need to go to a meeting?
- No. I just need this nightmare to end.
I'll talk to you later.
I've asked my dad and the Capstones
to help find some of the artists
that went through the studio.
Local boys who might've known Trey.
I wouldn't hold out hope.
But, uh, what about the studio itself?
Aha.
- Remember Rochelle?
- Mm-hmm.
Her name is on the lease.
I'm headed back down to OPD.
Try and talk to her again.
And then there's this symbol.
It matches what we found
in Drea's motel room.
Oh, wow.
I would've never guessed this was you.
It's Finney's tattoo. His special brand.
The one he would only
give his prettiest girls
that he would send to the rich johns.
Wait. Is that why Trey
was at Castle Tracks?
Marking Trini before sending
her off to Finney's circle?
I hope not.
Hold on.
Wait, wait, wait, wait.
There were no tattoos on Drea.
So, why was a needle in her room?
Maybe Trey tried to brand
her and it got left behind?
What if she knew what it would lead
to, fought back, and he killed her?
If I would've known what
that tattoo would mean,
yeah, I would've fought
back like hell too.
Th These johns, it's their wealth.
It makes them more entitled, more cruel.
Yeah, not that Finney gave a shit.
He would send me right back out.
I couldn't even stop to take a shower.
Oh, don't you worry. We'll get him.
I'm thinking of paying Alicia a visit.
Just trying to suss out who's
in Finney's inner circle.
Well, just be careful.
- We don't know if we can trust her yet.
- I got it.
Getting people to trust
me is my specialty.
- Hey, Rina, look. I, um
- I've been messaging Trini's followers.
TikTok, Snapchat Questeur.
There's nothing.
- I can help.
- I got it.
Hey, Frankie. Where are
we with Andrew Finney?
Yeah. As far back as you can, man.
And as fast as you can.
I'm proud to say that the Bay
of the Bulbs Community Garden
has thrived since its inception.
With time and some nurturing,
the seeds that we have planted here
have grown into a strong
and vibrant garden.
Which is why that transformation
is the perfect symbol
At least he's offsetting
his carbon footprint.
What are you doing here?
All right, here we go.
I need to talk to you, Alicia. Can we
Yeah.
What's going on?
I'm worried that Andrew
Finney and his associates
are doing some very illegal shit.
And I don't want you, or
anybody caught up in that.
Illegal? Are you talking
about the chains again?
Sort of. It's It's hard to explain.
Look, Andrew is the kindest,
most hardworking, sincere person.
There's something I have to tell you.
But if I tell you, I risk losing
you. And that is not what I want.
Hey. I don't want that either.
Eva, you can tell me anything.
Andrew Finney sexually
trafficked me when I was 15.
What?
I That That can't be right.
Why would I lie? I mean, think about it.
Doesn't Cuban link chains seem
a little unusual as donor gifts?
I don't I don't know. I guess.
I-I-I thought people
gave them to their kids.
They were giving them to pimps.
Pimps who funnel young girls to them.
This is crazy.
This is is crazy.
And And if he knew
you in that context,
why would he risk being around you?
Maybe he just doesn't recognize
me, or he doesn't remember me.
And this is almost 30
years ago. I was just a kid.
Oh, God. I feel like I'm gonna vomit.
Baby, it's okay. It's okay.
It's gonna be okay.
Did you target me
because you knew that
I worked for Andrew?
At first.
But then I got to know
you, and everything changed.
And tha that's why I'm
I'm trusting you with this now.
Please.
I can't work for him knowing
what he did to you. I'll resign.
No.
Me and Poppy Scoville, we're
building a case against him.
But we need somebody on the inside.
If you stay, you could help us.
What do I have to do?
Property records, uh, phone records,
donor lists, his schedule.
Any Anything that you can give us.
Finney is sending underage girls
somewhere.
And we have to find out where.
All right. All right, just give
me give me a couple of hours.
Thank you, baby. Thank
you, thank you, thank you.
It's gonna to be so weird
pretending like everything's normal.
No, babe.
It's not that hard. I've
been doing it for years.
Shit.
- Hey. Is Alicia gonna play for our team?
- She is. But, uh, we got a situation.
Markus just got here. I think
he's about to confront Finney.
Well, you can't let that happen.
Finney might get spooked and force
Trini even deeper into the shadows.
- Markus is a grown-ass man.
- You have to stop him.
Hey, hey, hey. Don't.
No. No, I can't wait. I
need to talk to him now.
Why? You think he's gonna
spill everything to you?
Look, I know. I get it.
You wanna do something.
Yeah, I wanna find my daughter.
I think Finney's guilty too, but
we have to prove his involvement.
Why you so pressed
to take him down, hmm?
Because I think he's responsible
for Drea's murder and Trini's abduction.
Isn't that enough?
I'm about to get his schedule.
We can't tip him off,
so we could do nothing
or we could take a ride.
Hey.
Deigning to speak to me
inside. Must be my lucky day.
Well, it certainly isn't mine.
Your friend over here is saying he
can't find Rochelle in the system.
She was released.
- What?
- All charges dropped.
No, that can't be right.
Well, Drea's case is closed. Trey
did it. I already spoke to Charise.
So did I. But how does that
let Rochelle off the hook?
She lied to the police.
She had Drea's necklace.
She even recruited girls. Was
there nothing you could hold her on?
That is item number 463 I
don't like about the OPD.
Right behind the automatic
toilets that flush too early.
Oh, I know that look.
Is there anyone I need
to call ahead to warn?
Ah, I doubt you have enough time
to call everybody working the blade.
Aames.
Just be careful with Rochelle.
I got your warrant to
search Victor Ignas's cabin.
How did this come through so fast?
- You tell me.
- Emily Mills.
Well, hopefully, something in that cabin
explains why Victor lied about
his relationship with Peter.
Fuck that. Let's close
this case. I miss my kids.
Yeah, so do I.
- Thanks, Gary, for your help.
- Shit.
I bet you a hundred bucks
that's the first time he's
ever picked up a broom.
Yafet fled unimaginable
conditions in Eritrea
to create a brand-new
life here in Oakland.
He built this place with hard work.
Oh, now you're a champion of
immigrants? Get the fuck out of here.
hoodlums raided his shop.
Another terrifying example
of the smash-and-grab epidemic
that is plaguing the Bay.
When I was a City Council member,
I built a rock-solid relationship
with the chief of police.
And I am calling upon him now
to institute the same
anti-gang initiatives
that OPD has used in the
past to great success.
Yeah, "success" my ass.
I was in OPD back then.
Nothing but shaking down
Black folks for sport.
You know, I I never stopped to ask.
How are you and Zarina holding up?
At the moment, I'm not sure that we are.
Our history is complicated.
I hear you on complicated history.
Gary, thank you. Thanks
for helping out here today.
Oh, Alicia, great. Thank you.
This is Alicia. This is Yafet.
Markus, look. The box.
Be in touch with Alicia. Thank you.
- What do you think? More chains?
- Probably. Let's see.
There's no location on his next
stop. It just says, "personal time."
All right then.
Let's go spend some personal
time with Andrew Finney.
I, um heard about
Trini from the Capstones.
- I'm so sorry this is happening.
- Thank you.
I don't know how you did
it when Drea went missing.
And I'm so sorry that I
missed you at the repast.
I wanted to stay, but then I had
an emergency at the hospital, and
Please. It's all right.
How can I help?
You want me to answer
your phone while you rest?
You need groceries? Anything.
Uh, well, actually,
I've been going through
Trini's social media
and messaging her followers.
Oh.
Wow. This is long.
I marked anyone who seemed
sketchy, and maybe you know someone,
and we can ask Aames.
See if they have a record.
I'm happy to help.
Thank you.
I just I don't know what else to do.
The Capstones will turn up something.
I know it.
We know you've been fucking
around Castle Tracks, Wawa.
Tell us who else has
been working with Trey.
I swear I don't know shit!
Boy.
Come on, man!
Shreve, OPD's been
rounding up Capstones.
Shit.
Let's go.
Trey was supposed to take me
to get Dippin' Dots at Raging Waters.
Maybe we should do, like a
memorial for him or something.
- Ooh, that's a dope idea.
- Shut the fuck up.
Your job is to earn, and you hoes
been slacking while I was gone.
- But Trey just passed away.
- Bitch, I ain't Trey.
Matter of fact, I'm gonna up your quota.
'Cause you can't whine
with a dick in your mouth.
Rochelle, Rochelle, Rochelle.
Aw.
I'm surprised to see you bossing
these nice, young girls around.
Word on the street is
there's a new bottom bitch.
Um Mimi?
She was Trey's sidepiece, right?
- Mimi?
- Mmm.
That dumb snow bunny
can't even run herself.
You don't know what
you're talking about.
Oh, well, if you're still the bottom,
why don't you have your own room?
It's all over the blade that
you are on a bunk bed now.
Which one of you bitches
spreading lies on the track, huh?
What, you wanna get sent to
a mixer up in Claremont Hills?
End up like Sunshine,
with one of those pervy fucks
carting you off to Tajikistan?
Hey, hey, hey.
Uh, it's me.
I'm the one starting the rumors.
You play games with me,
I play games with you.
Watch yourself.
Look, this is a waste of time.
He's not gonna be trafficking
girls in broad daylight.
I should go over and talk to him.
No, Markus. You know we can't do that.
- Hi. Sorry I'm late.
- Hey, you. Mmm.
What did you do?
Are you f Are you
kidding me right now?
- Happy birthday, baby. Huh?
- Oh. Oh, baby.
We've been following this man
just to catch him spoil his wife?
- No, it's a front. No, no.
- Come on, man.
Guys Guys like that,
they gotta make everyone believe
that they're upstanding citizens.
Including their families.
You know what? Fuck this. I'm out.
Where are you going?
I can't keep chasing my tail.
Fine. I'll stay on him by myself.
What the hell is your
endgame, hmm? No, really.
No principal cares that
much about a student.
And why you so obsessed with him?
I'm sorry. I I'm going
home to see my family.
- Look what I got you. Huh?
- Oh, baby. It's the one I wanted.
- Here you go.
- Oh, thank you.
Look at this.
I didn't realize Drea followed Trini.
I didn't either. That's her handle, huh?
There's so much I didn't know about her.
I'm sorry. I know Drea's
case is closed, but I
I shouldn't have asked you to do
No. No, it feels good to help.
Everybody keeps telling me
how relieved I must be
that Drea's killer's gone,
but I just feel sad.
I panic when I think that we
lost our only connection to Trini.
Then I panic when I start thinking about
what could be happening
to her right now.
When I'm not mad, I'm crying.
How the hell did you handle nine
months of Drea being missing?
So many times I damn
near started using again.
But then I kept reminding myself
that my little girl was relying on me,
and only me, to bring her home.
I mean, I did everything myself.
Made calls, copied
flyers, went door to door.
You did all that yourself?
I alienated pretty much
everybody during my addiction.
But all of that changed
once Markus got involved.
I mean, you have no idea
what a difference it made
to know that someone else cared.
And with everything he's got going on,
he still offers to take me to meetings.
You got a good one.
Say hello to Finney Fort Knox.
Donors, mailing lists, calendars.
- Alicia came through.
- Amazing.
I found Rochelle. She mentioned
something about a mixer
in Claremont Hills. Ring any bells?
Something they started after my time.
Reconsidered.
Yo, I need champagne, ten bottles.
Do you know how many of these I
get a day? You are the least funny.
Come on now. I like the Oak
Creek booze, and so does T.
Aubrey? Aubrey, this is Poppy.
Yes.
Is Trini okay? Are-are you safe?
This party's getting buck wild.
People might leave if they
don't get their bubbly.
- Where are you?
- Uh, I I'm not sure.
I-I need something, honey.
Anything about where you are.
Yeah. The big-ass house in
the hills. You can't miss it.
On the corner. Come
straight through the front.
- Don't wander off near the putt-putt.
- A putting green?
That's right. And don't go near
Aubrey? Aubrey?
- Shoot!
- Okay, okay.
Uh mansions in the hills.
That's Montclair, that's Piedmont, um
Claremont Hills, where Rochelle
said there'd be a mixer.
Roger Errons.
Lives in Claremont Hills. Donated
$300,000 to Finney's campaign.
Putting green.
I'm guessing you recognize that.
No? I'll jog your memory.
We got a warrant to search your cabin.
We found this and dozens
just like it inside.
Am I being charged with something?
Shit.
Yeah, you're gonna smell real
nice for those boys in San Quentin.
Felony drugs and kidnapping.
- Way to overachieve, Victor.
- That's not mine.
You lied to me about Peter Reynolds.
- You wanna lie to me about this?
- I'm not.
Victor, I am tired.
I'm so fucking tired.
And I am tired of
the tip line cranks.
I am tired of splitting my focus.
I am tired of missing my son
and I'm tired of girls
vanishing from this city.
- Where is Emily Mills?
- I don't know.
No! I sw I swear!
Yes, yes, I lied. I lied,
but just about Peter.
Okay? I I-I'm supposed to be sober.
He's my He's my drug buddy
and he-he needed a favor,
and I just
He He gave me a hookup.
Just a couple of toots, gratis.
- What kind of favor?
- Banking.
I used to dabble in accounting
before I took up coding
and he needed a few complicated
accounts set up offshore.
- The Caymans, to be exact.
- That sounds shady, Victor.
It-It's all legal! Mostly, I think.
Account numbers. Routing info.
Banking names. All of it. Now.
Bag this.
Hey.
I think we may have
found Trini and Aubrey.
Holy shit. Where? How?
Claremont Hills, but she's
at the risk of being moved.
Possibly out of the country.
All right. Send me whatever
you got. I'll get a warrant.
I will, but listen, be careful.
The people who may be trafficking
her are connected and powerful.
Like politically, monetarily?
Like all of the above.
Andrew Finney could be involved.
Are you fucking kidding me?
I wish I were.
All right. I'll call my favorite judge.
I'll personally pick
the team that goes in.
Hey, sweetheart.
- Everything okay?
- Daddy.
What's wrong?
We may have found Trini and
Aubrey in-in Claremont Hills.
If I sent you the address,
could the MC ride up there?
Of course.
But it'll only be me, Troup and Leo.
Wait, why?
OPD's been rounding up my men.
Seventeen, 18 of 'em
busted on bullshit charges.
That's almost the whole crew.
Probably Finney's doing.
Okay, w Listen, Aames
is gonna get a warrant,
so do not go in. Please.
This is strictly observational.
What's your gut tell you?
That I wish I had eyes on it.
Then my eyes are your
eyes. I'll be there.
I love you.
Hey, can I get you some tea?
- How about a back rub?
- Come here.
- Whoa, damn!
- Mm-hmm. Yeah.
That baby is on the move.
Yeah, for the last hour.
- God.
- Wow.
I remember when I was
pregnant with Trini,
and this used to freak me out.
The protrusions and the
ripples in the stomach,
made me feel like there
was an alien in there. God.
What about now?
It means life.
And I appreciate it.
I appreciate a lot of things.
Mmm.
I love you. I never stopped.
I love you too.
And we are gonna be okay.
Shit.
Wait, wait, wait. I thought you
said this judge was your friend.
I am sorry, Poppy.
He won't sign the warrant.
He is citing lack of evidence.
All we got is a kid at a party.
I'll keep trying.
Don't do anything rash.
Just hang tight.
Hey, some of those mixer girls
can be smuggled to other countries.
- If we don't get to Trini now
- I know. I know.
Aames is doing everything he can,
and I cannot ask my
father to go in there.
If this were Emily Mills, the
OPD would already be there by now
with the FBI and Seal Team Six.
What if Emily Mills were there?
Or everyone thought she was.
Getting OPD to raid the mixer
thinking Emily Mills is there?
Just a thought.
- You could go live.
- Ooh.
What other choice do we have, Poppy?
Your elderly father and two bikers?
Half the johns will be on their
way to the Maldives by then.
Come on. Give me one
good reason why not.
Reginald Haney.
Who?
My first editor at Mercury News.
I can still hear his
voice ringing in my head.
"The truth is all you have,
Poppy. Don't fuck it up."
But the truth isn't all you have!
Poppy, you have discernment.
You have compassion.
You have the wisdom to know
when some untruths are worth it.
This could ruin my entire career!
My-My friendships, my marriage,
all were laid on that altar.
If Finney becomes mayor
how many Dreas and Melanies,
and Trinis will he exploit?
I know.
- Do you?
- Mmm.
You are all Trini has.
You and your podcast.
- We can't let him get away with this.
- I know.
Come on.
Okay.
But after we do it, I'm
going out to that house alone.
- You can't go.
- No. No. No.
Listen, you were just at the fundraiser.
We can't run the risk of him
seeing you at this party too.
What if he recognizes you
or figures out who you
are or that you outed him?
It's too dangerous.
You can't go.
You're right.
I'll stay here in
case Aubrey calls back.
Okay, I'm, uh
Jot down some thoughts
before we go live.
Good evening.
I usually come to you
edited and perfected,
because you deserve
the best version of me.
But today, I am speaking
to you live out of urgency.
All season I've been chronicling
the disappearances of Black
and brown girls in Oakland,
specifically related to trafficking.
Through careful investigation,
I believe that I've uncovered
the location of one of them.
I've done my due diligence
and presented all of the evidence
to the Oakland Police Department.
But they claim it's not enough.
And right now, this girl
remains in grave danger,
held against her will.
I have since received a tip
that Emily Mills may
also be at this location.
The OPD has done a lot of
crowing in front of the cameras
about their hunt for this girl.
Is it all a front?
Empty promises to redeem
their tarnished reputation?
To the men and women of the OPD,
are you willing to do whatever it
takes to find these innocent girls?
Are you?
My name is Poppy Scoville
and I need you to reconsider.
- Hey, baby. Wake up. Wake up.
- Oh, my God.
- It's Trini.
- What?
Look, I just spoke to Poppy. She
thinks she might know where Trini is.
- Oh, my God. Let's go. Let's go!
- Whoa, whoa.
Listen, I'll go. Okay? You
shouldn't even get out of bed.
This baby's gonna be fine.
Wherever you go, I go.
Zarina, we have no idea
what we're gonna find.
And that's why we go together.
Let's go.
Fuck it.
- Get all teams inside.
- Copy.
Teams of four.
Two through the font,
two through the sides.
- Emily Mills? Emily Mills? Emily?
- Emily? Emily Mills!
Emily?
- Emily Mills?
- Um. Okay.
Emily Mills? Emily Mills?
Check upstairs. Emily
Mills, are you in there?
Are you okay?
- I'm scared.
- I'm scared too.
Trini?
Trini?
Hello?
Whoever is behind this door,
I want you to know that
I'm not gonna hurt you.
My name is Poppy Scoville.
I'm a friend of Trini
Killebrew. Maybe you know her?
I want you to know
that I'm here with you.
You're safe. I'm not gonna
hurt you. Come on out.
I know you.
Melanie?
Melanie Sanchez?
Oh, honey, we've been looking
for you for a long time.
Just make sure you send somebody.
Fast.
- Are you okay?
- I don't know.
- Trini! That's my daughter! Move!
- Trini! No, move!
- What's going on?
- Baby!
- Trini! Trini, baby! Baby.
- Trini!
It's okay.
It's all right, baby. It's okay.
- Daddy, I told you not to go in.
- I had to.
Well, are you okay? What's wrong?
I'm fine.
I saw 'em leaving. I
couldn't just sit there.
I know.
It's gonna be okay.
Trini's gonna come home.
I'm proud of you.
Hell no. No. No. No, no fucking way!
Who are they talking to?
- I don't know.
- How long will she be gone, miss?
My name is Peggy.
She'll be in Child
Protective Services
until you've been vetted
- and cleared of possible child neglect.
- What?
I'm sorry. It's for her own safety.
Honey?
- Mom.
- This is
It's gonna be okay, baby. Okay?
We'll get you home real soon. All right?
- It's okay. It's okay, baby. It's okay.
- Okay?