Truth Be Told (2019) s03e08 Episode Script

Can you tell us about that moment,
when you realized you
might not come home?
It was, uh
It was terrifying.
- Please, stop. Stop. Just leave that.
- Mm-hmm.
My life had been so,
uh, normal up until then.
It was scary how quickly
everything changed.
You a glutton for punishment?
Throw this shit away.
Anything weird about that room to you?
Like what?
I don't know. Is it too perfect?
It's called rich parents
and a housekeeper.
Emily's home now,
so focus on getting a confession
from the kidnapper. Okay?
Emily, the entire
nation watched and waited
as the search to find
you seemed to run cold.
While you were locked in that cage,
how did you keep from losing faith?
All the love I got from
people really saved me.
It's like I could feel it, even
though I, like, didn't have my phone.
So thank you, all of you.
You were my squad.
Hey.
Why would Finney need to
pay a useless piece of shit
like Bill Ochoa, huh?
Listen, I had my team do a deep
dive into Bill's financials.
Turns out old boy is a VC with
investments in all kinds of companies.
- Yeah.
- So you've gotta ask yourself,
which one of these would Finney
need for one of those mixer parties?
Ah. OPD found hidden cameras
all over that house
- Bam.
- but they weren't able to trace
where the security feed went.
They said they'd never
seen such a complex system.
So what we need to do is find the feed,
which means locating the server.
Now look, I may have a contact.
Could get me closer to this shit.
Well, let's go.
No, no. Wait a minute, Poppy.
My guy, Frankie, he's, uh
He's kinda off the grid, you
know? I have to go at this alone.
- Oh, Markus.
- I know, I know, okay?
You've seen it all before.
Plus, you're Shreve's
daughter, so you know everything
- about the streets and
- Shreve is not my biological father.
- What?
- My mom was pregnant with me when they met.
Holy shit.
And then what's worse,
she even went back to the man
for a time, when I was young.
Just up and left me,
Shreve and baby Desiree.
And you've been holding on
to this all on your own, huh?
You're the only person I've told.
I mean, I wanna tell Cydie and Desiree,
but the minute I do, I feel like
they'll treat me differently.
Well, I got you
no matter what.
You're one of my few day-ones,
and that shit ain't gonna change.
Ever.
Me, too.
You better just go on off
to meet your secret contact,
and I am going to, uh, track Eva down.
Even though she's not a day-one.
I can tell something is off.
All right, Pop. I'll call you later.
Okay.
For what it's worth, Shreve
and I have been discussing
how to go about bringing more
jobs into the neighborhood.
Um, Sybil's been working with
a lot of teens in the community,
so rest assured there will be interns
and employees of color on the payroll.
Hmm. Cheers to Sybil.
To Sybil.
- There you are, dear.
- Mmm. Thank you.
I've been meaning to ask
you your role at Questeur.
Uh, I know you and Lee
started the company together.
We did, but it's really his baby.
Uh, I make appearances, um,
promote our philanthropy,
stay on top of investors, but
the tech is where he shines.
Well, I'll admit I doubted your
commitment to our community,
but Lee really proved himself when
he unlocked that account for us.
He did what?
One of the members of the
trafficking ring was using Questeur
for God knows what.
Being able to see his activity
really helped the case.
I heard about the ring, but I
had no idea about any of this.
- Oh, uh, I hope I didn't overstep.
- No, not at all.
Lee and I lead very separate lives.
I don't know what he's
doing half the time,
but what he did needs
to be kept under wraps.
If investors find out,
they're not gonna be happy.
I mean, privacy is
everything in our business.
Of course.
What What is this?
- Peter, explain.
- I don't know what this is.
- What am I looking at?
- That's you, Peter.
That's you with Marv
Lanelle, Emily's kidnapper,
- your coke dealer, who I spoke to earlier.
- I thought you'd stopped that.
I did.
After we got Marv's address, we
could pull CCTV footage from the area.
That's you, Emily, hours
after you went missing.
According to your testimony,
you were blindfolded and
bound at this point, right?
Can someone please explain
what the hell is going on?
They were conning you.
Both of them.
Peter's drug habit had him
in debt to his dealer, Marv.
That added to his gambling debt.
- Right, Peter?
- It wasn't much.
100K? Not that much?
I finally got Marv
to fill in the blanks.
Peter needed a way to pay it all
off, but he didn't have the money.
He needed yours. You're the
one with the family money,
but your accounts are separate.
So he had Victor siphon
funds out of your account.
Emily found out.
She contacted Marv with a
mutually beneficial plan.
- Emily.
- Oh, shit!
You scared me, asshole.
This is a terrible fucking plan.
We are gonna get caught.
We won't. I checked.
No security cameras.
My car and the blood make it
look like there was a struggle.
That way, they can't
dismiss me as a runaway.
All right, so when I "find you,"
right, there's a payout for me.
Your stepdad gets a cut, right?
What's in it for you?
Fucking fame, dude.
I never said that. That
drug dealer guy is lying.
Obviously, he's just
trying to save himself.
Yeah, I considered
that. And then I, uh
I looked at your Instagram
feed and I saw this, uh
this bear in your bedroom,
one that wasn't there
after you went missing.
See, something bothered me about
her room, the way it was left.
And then I realized what it was.
There was nothing in that room
that was worn out or loved.
No doll or blanket or or bear.
Emily, when kids go missing,
they don't get the opportunity
to pack for the trip.
You took it with you, didn't you?
No.
No, I donated that bear weeks ago.
I went back to Marv's
house, and I found this
stashed between the
mattress and box spring.
That's your donated bear.
Emily
I just wanted people to know who I was.
You know, Emily, this charade of yours,
it took valuable police resources away
from people who are actually victims.
You understand?
Emily will take
responsibility for her actions.
What about him?
No, I only knew what was going
on after Marv approached me
about getting the reward money up.
Honey I would never
use Emily like this.
You were stealing from me.
And then, when you found out that
Emily wasn't actually missing,
you didn't say a word.
Peter.
I know, I know.
What can I do?
I will I will go to rehab,
okay? I I promise. I
Rehab? Oh, no, no, no. Peter,
no, no, I don't think so.
But where you are going,
you're gonna have plenty
of time to get sober.
- Frankie.
- Killebrew, it's been a while.
Frankie. What's good, man?
Yeah. Same old, same old.
I hear that.
Looks like you got more stuff
since the last time I was here.
You gotta keep up with the times.
Yeah, well, times are desperate,
and I need your skills.
I need you to trace the feed from
a camera surveillance company.
- I'm your guy.
- Good.
Come on, it's a pupil-free
day. Let's go for a hike.
Oh, man.
I canceled a date last night and
fought through rush hour traffic
to bring you Zachary's, and your
ass still didn't eat a slice.
Mm-mmm.
Hi, Vince.
I'm here to check on Eva. She
hasn't returned any of my calls.
You have no idea how
hard this has been on her,
and I'm pretty sure she is not
in the mood for company right now.
What are you, her guardian?
Excuse me.
Eva
What's going on?
You tell me.
Well, uh
Aames and I found payments
implicating Finney on Questeur.
We think he was paying Ochoa
for the hidden security cameras.
We may be able to access the footage.
Well, this
this could be the evidence
needed against the johns,
and to take Finney down too.
I thought my interview was
supposed to help bring down Finney.
"Coming forward might help
launch an official investigation."
That's what you told me.
Well? Your podcast
should've been out by now.
Hey, uh, how about we take a
beat? I can warm up some pizza.
Oh, thank you.
Eva
I told you after we got Sun,
we may not need your interview,
and now we have this whole other
I need my interview.
I need people to know
what Finney did to me.
I bared my soul to you.
Worst moments of my life.
The least you could've done was air it.
Okay, I'm just gonna say it.
Okay.
If your students
If their parents heard that
you were recruiting girls
Then what? If they heard, then what?
What would they have thought of me?
Eva, we have this new
path to get Finney.
One where you won't have
to sacrifice yourself.
So I'm not airing your interview
because I'm trying to protect you.
Oh, my God. Spare me with
the whole martyr bullshit.
You know what I did. You know.
I warned you that I
wasn't a perfect victim,
so I don't understand.
Oh, you you enjoy this.
What?
You prey on people like
me, like like Warren.
- What?
- You sent an innocent boy to prison,
and then created a whole-ass
show about rescuing him.
- That's so low.
- Oh, it's true.
You pride yourself on being
this great truth-teller,
but you refuse to be honest.
- It's not true.
- It's true!
- It's not true!
- It's true. It's true.
Tell me what my students and my parents
would think of me if they knew.
- I don't know. I don't know!
- You can tell me.
You can tell me because it's
the same fucking thing you think!
Hey, hey, hey, hey, let
us just take a step back
and de-fucking-escalate.
Please.
I won't pretend to understand
what this whole ordeal
is dredging up for you
but you do not have a monopoly on pain.
Aubrey made you one of
these every time you rowed?
- Mm-hmm.
- That's some true love shit.
Regattas always stressed me out,
but he had a way of knowing
when I was all up in my head
without me even telling him.
That's what's up.
TRINI G.O.A.T.
Now he's so far away, though.
Back in the Life, there were a
couple of times where I was, like
This dude's the one, like
He's really feeling me,
but he would get bored,
or my pimp would just pass
me off to someone else.
I figured most guys are just
out for themselves, you know
but totally not Aubrey.
No. No, not Aubrey.
Come in.
- Everything okay, girls?
- All good, Ms. Killebrew.
Can we, um, go get some ice cream?
Trini, honey, I don't know.
Please, Mom?
You wanted me to get back to normal.
Take your phones. Keep them on.
- Of course. Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.
- Love you.
- Love you.
Hey.
Did your contact come through, or
do you wish you brought me as muscle?
Well, the files are populating now.
Well
That's a lot of files.
Yeah, but this is not
a whole security feed.
These are individual videos.
Look. This one is from 2019,
so clearly, they've
been hosting these mixers
at that house for a minute now.
This file looks
different from the others.
What the
That looks like a young Finney
with an even younger girl.
Is Finney being blackmailed too?
Yeah, but by who, hmm?
And to do what?
- That's what I'm about to find out.
- Hold up, hold up.
You wouldn't let me talk to him,
but now you're just gonna
go waltz up in there?
Well, now we have ammo.
- Well, then I'm going with you.
- Nope.
Now it's my turn to go alone.
I'll see you later.
- Excuse me.
- Wha
I'm so sorry. I tried to stop her.
No, it's okay, Alicia.
Well, this is a surprise, Ms. Scoville.
I'm sure it is.
Please, sit.
Thank you.
- So what's on your mind?
- As you may know,
I'm looking into the sex-trafficking
ring that was recently exposed.
I was disappointed to
hear from my OPD contacts
that a detective was involved.
He certainly doesn't
represent all law enforcement.
No, no. There are good cops.
Detective Sun, however,
is not one of them.
And I also discovered he
was reporting to someone.
Well, this all sounds like great
fodder for, uh, one of your episodes,
but if you'd like to hear my take
on the proliferation
of crime in Oakland
you'll have to schedule an interview.
I'm just swamped right now.
Fine.
I'll schedule something
with your campaign manager,
although I'd love your
initial take on this ring.
It's a scourge on the city.
Hmm, indeed.
And from what I've learned,
traffickers prey on
weaknesses, vulnerabilities.
They use secrets from
your past to get you
to do things you might not want to do.
That's true.
I've heard that as well.
Please make sure Alicia
gets you on my schedule.
- Uh, it's good to see you again.
- Mmm.
I didn't think you
ever wanted to see me.
What?
Aubrey, I love you.
How are things in here?
Believe it or not, the
Tater Tots are bomb.
For real, though, how are you?
I don't know.
I've been thinking a lot.
About what?
About what happened.
I just feel really bad.
Did you know what was
gonna happen at the mansion?
I knew about the mixer.
Not everything,
but I did know you
were gonna go meet men.
I I guess I just thought if
if you didn't wanna do
anything, you could just say so.
Wh Like I said no to going
to that party in the first place?
Or putting on that skanky-ass dress?
I mean, how did how
did that work out for me?
- I'm so sorry about that, Trini.
- You said that you loved me.
- I do!
- Then how could you do this to me?
I don't know. I I just
I got caught up.
You made me think that I had
had to do that stuff for you.
Trey had me thinking I needed
to make you do it for him.
I'm so confused.
It was fucked up.
The whole thing was fucked up.
You win.
Oh. Fingers crossed.
The election is still a
few days away, though. So
Fuck the election.
I beg your pardon, I
Wait, don't I know you?
You're
You're the principal at Oak Creek.
Your school gave me such a warm welcome.
It's not how I remember it.
Do you need more supplies? More books?
Just reach out to my office.
We'll get you whatever you need.
The youth of Oakland are
my number one priority.
Don't I know it.
Thirty years ago, my name was Tamara
Ring any bells?
That's back in the day
Did we party?
Oh, we partied
You were in law school
I was in high school.
We tore it up at the Kennel
Club that first night.
I was so impressed a white
boy could dance like that.
Never did make it back there, though.
You were too busy taking me
to the Claremont or the Mark,
introducing me to your classmates,
judges, lawyers, clerks.
I was your girl, taking care of
them so they'd suck up to you.
But I wasn't enough
You had me bring in
Nadia, China, and Tuesday.
I bled for you.
And you sold Lola up to Seattle,
saying it would help my
mother get her green card.
They deported her June 21st, 1994.
She died the next May.
I'm so sorry
but I don't know what
you're talking about.
You're scared I'm recording you
I'm not
but you recognize me now, don't you?
You have me confused with someone else.
You took everything from me.
My mother, my pride, my worth.
Sounds like someone really hurt you.
Go to hell.
Ms. Pierre,
I'm sorry you're
filled with such anger
but maybe someday, you'll
you'll be able to channel it
into something more productive.
Hey.
Melanie and I didn't go get ice cream.
I just needed to talk to Aubrey,
so she she took me to see him.
I I I broke up with him.
I'm sorry that I lied.
Not just this time, but about the tape
and and getting in that stupid
car with Aubrey's fake cousins.
All of it.
You have all of my forgiveness.
Hmm.
I just
I feel like I I have no control
over my body, my mind, anything.
You've been through something
so hard, so traumatic.
But your Dad and I, we're here.
We're here.
Why is it so hard with him?
I get th that he's trying to help.
But every time I see him, I just
Mmm.
I don't know, honey, m
maybe that's something
Chheng can help us figure out.
Mm-hmm.
Fuck.
Finney seemed rattled.
Damning sex tapes, bugged offices.
He's not just being blackmailed.
Maybe he has a boss.
I'm gonna need higher ceilings.
But then, who's at the top?
My money would be on Ochoa.
He has that security company, you know.
He's definitely capable
of tapping Finney.
Yeah.
Hmm.
Hey, it's Aames.
Aames, you're not gonna believe this.
Finney's dead. He was run
down in a parking garage.
Looks personal too. Driver
hit him a couple of times.
My God.
Oh, my God.
Long story I spoke with him
an-and it was clear he
was afraid of someone.
So was Sun.
I thought Sun was afraid
of Finney, but uh
Maybe they're afraid of the same person.
Yeah, I gotta go. Just,
uh, fill me in later.
Yeah.
Wow.
Well, OPD doesn't have a Frankie,
but they'll find the videos.
Even if they do this
shit ain't gonna work out.
You know why? 'Cause nothing
fucking works out for me.
- Oh.
- No, no.
Finney is dead, okay?
Can't get answers from a corpse.
Trey is shot.
My little g
My little girl, she got turned
out right under my own roof
wh-while I was doing what? Hmm?
Playing security guard
after OPD shot me.
Nah. My life is fuck up
after fuck up after fuck up.
Keep the faith.
You've been down before.
You fought your way through Santa Cruz
and into policing a
neighborhood you loved.
You started a one-man security
firm out of your garage
that now employs 25
good, hardworking people.
You're anything but a fuck up, Markus.
You have a huge heart
and a family that adores you.
So do I.
Markus.
Look, everything bad started when
I fucked things up with you, Pop.
Let's be real. You know that.
I am going to chalk this lapse in
judgment up to you drinking again.
I had my suspicions, but
I didn't wanna believe it.
You're throwing away
ten years of sobriety.
You're better than that.
The hell I am.
Please don't make me a home-wrecker.
I'm not my mother.
Surprise!
What? It's not my birthday or Christmas.
Happy New Year!
Happy Halloween!
You didn't get a single
birthday or holiday
all those years you were in the Life.
- So, now we're making up for it.
- Mmm.
You people are like extra,
extra. But I love it.
Well, the Scovilles do love a party now.
Well, that's 'cause of Mama.
She put the X in excess.
It's all right. We got you.
What've we got? What've we got?
Thank you.
Man, your mother would have loved this.
You ever wonder if Mama
went so overboard on parties
because she felt guilty for leaving us?
I think she wanted to
celebrate the people she loved.
Come on. Talk to me, sweetheart.
Tell me how to make us right.
I think
I think you know more about
Alexander than you're telling me.
I told you all I know.
I don't understand how one man
could be so beloved by the Parnells
and so hated by Mom.
- Okay.
- Ooh.
Here we go.
Happy birthday, Melanie!
Happy birthday, Melanie.
You got it.
Okay. So, um, this song is
I guess it's an oldie now.
Uh, it used to inspire me
when we were all teenagers,
and I hope it does the same for you.
Can you ever fully know anyone?
It's an unanswerable question.
The kind I hate to deal in.
And yet it is a question
that's been plaguing me
both personally and professionally.
So many people show only
fragments of themselves.
The The strongest,
kindest, the most accepting,
the parts they want the world to see.
But what happens when you
dig deeper, look closer?
Sometimes the picture that
develops is better, richer.
But sometimes it reveals ugly truths.
Recognizing that someone isn't
who you thought they were is
never easy.
Especially if their
duplicity hides behind a badge
or a campaign promise.
The ugly truth is that some
of the people we've entrusted
to protect and serve use their power
to deceive and exploit.
Still, they comprise only a fragment
of what I fear will be an even larger,
uglier picture.
Daddy?
Hey, sweetheart. You got a minute?
- Yeah.
- Let's go see Uncle Bug.
You two really wanna hear
about Ellie and Alexander?
Leona is a lot of things,
but she isn't a liar.
Alexander Michael Troy showed
people what he wanted them to see.
But for Elinor,
her prince turned out to be a
controlling, abusive son of a bitch.
She could have told me.
And risk losing you?
Elinor understood that you
would kill any soul who hurt her.
It took months until she accepted
that what he was doing to her
wasn't all in her head, like he said.
She left him.
I only found out after the fact.
And even then, she only told me.
Shame plagues so many survivors.
I mean, for months, our parents
thought she was still with Alexander.
Now that ended the second she walked
through the door with you, Shreve.
Oily jeans, leather coat.
You didn't stand a chance.
Especially when they found
out Elinor was pregnant.
But Mama loved Daddy.
Why would she go back
to a man that hurt her?
To protect you and Desiree.
Alexander showed up outside
the church playground
and swore that he'd changed.
She didn't believe him,
but she knew what his
showing up there meant.
That he could get to the girls.
Mm-hmm.
Bug, the food's up.
Rudy's calling me over. Back soon.
You okay?
Is anyone who we think they are?
Only God, Popsicle. Only God.
Tomorrow we're gonna go to the
park. We're gonna go to the park
- Hmm.
- all day, I promise. Okay?
That sounds like the
good old days, doesn't it?
I'm sorry. I, uh I thought
I had the night off, all right.
No, you obviously have
more important things.
Look, uh, it's better this way
because Justin wants
to spend some time with Max.
Doesn't he? Bye, Billy.
- Come on.
- Bye-bye.
Bye, Maxie.
Yeah.
Andrew Finney is dead.
He was run over.
And I I just wanted
you to hear it from me.
I know it's a lot to process.
He got what he deserved.
I'll be okay.
Really?
Yeah.
I had some tough
conversations with myself
and realized that
holding on to the past,
it just hurts me,
and it hurts those around me.
I'm sorry about earlier.
I lashed out, hoping you'd clap
back and give me what I deserve.
Thank you.
And I owe you an apology too.
I should've told you about the podcast.
And, yes,
I judged you.
Thank you for your honesty.
Of course.
And when you're ready,
I I I'll need your help again.
Finney wasn't the head
of the trafficking ring.
We think he was being blackmailed
into bringing girls and
johns into the operation.
So, we just have to figure
out who was blackmailing him
and stop them from
trafficking more girls.
And find his killer.
Do you want some tea?
I've got, uh, chamomile, mint, ginger.
Yes. Thank you.