Previously on "Unsolved..."
While you were investigating Mr. Torres,
isn't it true that you offered inducements?
I never bribed or offered money to a witness
in this case or any case.
I spent three years on this case.
Don't you tell me that it's nothing.
It's a good read.
I'm just happy that the truth is coming out.
Department cannot make an arrest based on inferences
that cannot be proven.
What about Amir Muhammad?
He visited Mack in prison.
He fits the description of the shooter.
They don't even mention that!
Got a new informant, courtesy of Justine's friends
- at the Bureau. - Name's Percy Locke.
Percy, we hear that you can tell us what
Suge Knight's been up to these days.
Drug game.
You go check into that truck driver
that he done partnered up with.
It's legal, officer.
Just a little side hustle I got going.
I've been helping out with a book
that details the entire murder investigation,
and who I feel are the responsible parties.
His name wasn't always Percy Locke.
In 1995, he went by something else.
Who would've thought the guy who shot Biggie was named...
Amir Muhammad.
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Police say they have no suspects
in the shocking murder of rapper Biggie Smalls,
who was gunned down last night
outside the Petersen Auto Museum.
I'm so sorry for your loss.
Thank you.
I loved your son's music.
A lot of us out here did.
Take as much time as you need.
Hey, yo, Ma, you got change for a dollar?
Here, what is it for?
Don't you have your friends here?
Yeah, but I'm charging them a quarter
to play my ColecoVision.
What? No, you don't make your friends pay money
to play with you.
But Ma, you won't let me go to Fulton Street
to play Galaga.
Let me make some money, please.
Why won't I let you go to Fulton Street?
'Cause there are bad kids there.
- No, not bad kids. - Bad men.
Bad men looking for trouble.
And looking for kids like you to do their dirty work.
Promise me this.
You will always keep your senses.
Be watchful.
I promise, Ma.
I'm just getting my name out, Ma.
I'm meetin' all kinds of people.
Well, are you getting to see LA?
Yeah, it's crazy. Palm trees everywhere.
Even the projects look all majestic and shit.
- Don't forget. - "Price is Right" T-shirt.
In a size medium.
I got you. I love you, Ma.
I need you to do something for me.
I got this girl coming by.
I need you to tell her I'm 19.
- Or better, 20. - What?
- Please, Ma? - I'd do it for you.
- Oh, hi. - Oh, hi.
- I'm Christopher's mother. - I'm Tiffany.
Do you know this boy is 16 years old?
- No. - How could you?
Because you certainly didn't meet him in high school
because he barely goes anymore.
- Goodnight. - Chris, uh...
Really, Ma?
Slammed the door on her face?
What can I say? Girls like me.
Ma, what's wrong?
Christopher, you were on honor roll.
They said you could've got a scholarship.
Got a job now, though, Ma. I'm making money.
Bagging groceries?
That's how you wanna spend the rest of your life?
I'm gonna make a lot of money.
I don't know how, but I'ma take care of you.
Then you need to go back to school.
Like you told me you would in your letters.
I'll go back tomorrow.
- You promise? - I promise, Ma.
Now give me some love.
Lord, God, Christopher.
- Oh, boy. - I love you.
You're a big baby, though.
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Percy Locke,
aka Amir Muhammad,
aka this task force's latest freaking nightmare.
What do we know about him? What about his record?
A few DUls. Pretty much it.
Ah, look who showed up.
All you guys forget to set your alarm this morning?
We were up late tailing Percy.
Yeah, where'd he go?
To a party.
Suge Knight was there.
Are you telling me that our CI was at a party
with the target of our investigation?
He wasn't even trying to hide it either.
Jesus.
What do you guys think?
Is there a... a resemblance to either one of these guys?
Come on, man, you're not actually trying to tell me
you think that the guy who killed Biggie
came to us to help solve Biggie's murder?
I don't even know what to think anymore.
But we need to get Percy in here now.
We lost him after the party.
Probably sleeping it off somewhere.
All right, track him down.
When you find him, Daryn and I will pick him up.
Good work. Good work.
- Hey, wake up. - Ah.
Okay, listen up.
Everyone needs to stop what you're doing
and step away from your desks.
Internal Affairs is here to conduct a search for material
related to the Christopher Wallace investigation.
If any of you failed to turn over anything
as you were previously instructed,
I suggest you produce it now.
What is it?
An interview with a guy who did time with Rafael Perez.
It was hidden in the desk of the senior detective
working the Biggie case.
What does it say?
That Perez told them that he and David Mack
work for Death Row.
That they were at the Petersen the night Biggie was killed.
What does, um...
What does Miss Wallace think about this?
It's been two years since we filed.
So she's careful about getting her hopes up.
- Sure. - But she's encouraged.
And you should be too.
This tape is proof
of an LAPD cover up.
You said it was urgent.
Did you get that wiretap for Zip's nephew?
Have a seat, Greg.
Remember how I told you not to worry about the Torres case?
Yeah.
Did you offer money to witnesses
in exchange for their testimony?
What? No.
You never offered a witness $50,000?
I... I... I told a witness that there was a...
A reward for $50,000.
- A reward. - Yeah.
For you, for me, for anybody who had information.
This was all in the notes that I turned over to you.
- Shit. - "Shit" what?
- I'm not sure that I... - What?
The judge threw out most of the charges.
- No. - Racketeering.
Solicitation to murder. Conspiracy.
No. There's no way.
What's gonna happen to Torres?
Time served.
I spent three years of my life on that case
and Torres gets time served.
- I'm sorry, man. - Eh, it's okay.
I did my job, right?
What about your friend the prosecutor?
Oh, I think he was just in over his head.
I hope he learns from it.
He put you on the stand and let them call you a liar.
He's supposed to have your back.
There's nothing we can do about it now, okay?
- I know, but still... - Daryn, it's okay.
I'm okay.
Let's just focus on Biggie.
Speaking of which,
there's our friend Percy right now.
That's not his Rolls.
No license plate either.
How're you doing, Percy?
We need to talk.
What if we go just back over here?
Requesting assistance on a possible stolen vehicle.
No plates. Late model Lexus.
Going southbound on Hoover.
Copy request. No plates.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Percy. - Police.
- Get down. - Percy.
Get on... get on the goddamn ground.
- Get down. - Get on the ground.
- I was gonna get down. - Get down.
Hands behind your back.
We're working together.
Damn it, man.
'Ey. 'Ey.
"Ey" what?
Nah, come on, yo.
Y'all gonna get me out of here or what?
No. No, not exactly.
You ever take a lie detector test, Percy?
No.
Well, today's your lucky day.
That's bullshit, man.
I risked my life giving you dirt on Suge.
You gave us a trucker who was hauling magazines.
Not drugs for Suge, all right?
That guy was legit.
You on the other hand hit the trifecta.
Gun, cash, and ecstasy in your car.
And you shouldn't have run.
I'm battling with demons, okay?
All y'all had to do was ask me.
What were you doing last night with Suge?
He came to a party that I was at.
I can't control that.
What about trying to carjack a nurse?
You couldn't control that either?
Man, I wasn't thinking right.
I'm on y'all's side.
Can't y'all just move that on out for me? Damn.
Is that why you came to see us in the first place, Percy?
So you had a couple of cops in your pocket?
Ready.
Okay.
You want our help?
You better start telling the truth right now.
Because if you lie, you're going to prison.
You understand?
Okay, let's do this.
Did you participate in any way
in causing the death of Biggie Smalls?
The rapper? Nah, come on, man.
Answer the question.
No.
Did you cause the death of Biggie Smalls?
No!
Did anyone hire you to harm Biggie Smalls?
No.
Wow, he failed miserably.
Wait, so do we really think he knows who killed Biggie?
Or killed Biggie himself?
The test just indicates deception.
It could mean that Percy lies so much
that he doesn't even know what the truth is anymore.
Only thing that makes sense.
So you don't think he's worth pursuing as a suspect?
No, no, no, he's still a suspect.
We are not moving off him at all.
We just don't have any evidence on him right now.
So what do you wanna do?
Well, he's in jail right now,
and that's exactly where he's gonna stay.
You don't wanna use him?
Put a wire on him. We know he parties with Suge.
And then what?
Let's just say, by some miracle,
Percy gets Suge to admit that he ordered the hit on Biggie.
We're still gonna have to put his lying ass on the stand.
Who do you think we're gonna get to roll on Suge?
- His pastor? - I don't know.
But it's certainly not gonna be Percy.
We never should've gone down this road in the first place.
We're moving on.
This case is insane.
All right. Just wait for it.
Be patient, buddy. Come on.
You're ready for the Cardinals, coach?
If we could throw out one base stealer,
I would consider that a win.
- All right. - How you doing?
I'm great. I'm great.
You know, the truth is finally coming out, so...
Right, yeah, the... the tape that you told me about.
- Yeah. - Yeah.
Let's see the department try to lie their way
out of this one.
Well, like today's game, I'd keep my expectations low.
Hey, that's not a huge vote of confidence.
No, it's... you know,
how long has it been since your book came out?
It hasn't really changed anything.
Aw, come on, that's not true. It's just...
Still all you talk about.
Hey, things are good.
Okay? Things are good.
I actually have an interview
for a job with the Feds this week.
Mm?
That is really good to hear, Russ.
No, I... I mean it. I'm... I'm happy for you.
Thanks.
Um, yeah, I have to run, but, uh...
Okay, sure.
So Kurt has a math test on Monday.
Okay.
So don't let him stay up too late
'cause the kids never seem to get enough sleep
- at your place. - Okay.
You got it.
- Bye. - Bye.
All right, guys. Taking grounders.
Whoa.
Look at that breaking ball. Fell right off the table.
Told you.
Remember, you gotta hide your pitches in your glove
so that the batter doesn't know what's coming, all ri...
Dane.
Dane!
- What... - Dad, can I...
Okay, we're... I guess we're done.
Yeah, he has a girlfriend now.
- He's got a girlfriend now? - Yeah.
They're cute.
Wow.
Anyways, um, I don't...
I don't want us to be late for our flight.
All right.
Mm, you guys coming down this weekend...
I needed it.
I know.
Look, this might not be the best time,
but, um, we gotta talk.
About what?
You can't keep doing this.
Doing what?
This isn't a marriage anymore, Greg.
Come on, you have to know it too.
I thought you guys moving up north
was supposed to be temporary.
So did I.
We have a life up there now.
Can't put it on hold forever.
You got your job, you got the case.
I get it. You know that.
But...
there has to be room for us too.
So what? You...
You want a divorce?
Is that it?
Yeah.
Yeah, I think I do.
You know, Chevy designed them to look like fighter jets.
Worked real hard to get the colors right.
Looks good.
You should hear that sweet V8 under the hood.
Nah, this ain't for driving, homey.
It's a gift for Tupac.
You know, a showpiece.
Of course.
When do you think you'll have it ready by?
Monday?
Perfect.
I'll be back from Vegas by then.
I'm taking Pac to see the Tyson fight.
You think Seldon's got a shot?
Man, that bitch is gonna drop in the first round.
Mark my words, I'm telling you.
If you in Vegas,
stop by 662. I'll take care of you.
I will. Thanks.
Man, good work.
Was just gonna sell that trunk to a fan.
You interested in the car?
I know everything about this car.
I rebuilt it ten years ago.
Oh, yeah?
Took me weeks to get it right.
Look at it now.
I got the pink slip inside.
No, you don't.
This is bullshit.
I paid for this car.
We're taking it back to the owner.
Hey, you touch this car, I'm calling the cops.
Hey, this guy says he's gonna call the cops.
He wants to talk to you.
Jesus, what're you doing here?
You've been ducking my calls for two days.
Is that what it takes for you
to come visit me all the way out here?
You could pay for my gas too.
I thought I was damn near in Vegas.
I was just working out.
Come on in.
Thought maybe you went back to Seattle with Donna.
No, no, I guess I got locked in on the case.
Forgot to plug in my cell.
Uh-huh.
So family's good?
Oh, yeah, everybody's great.
We're just great.
I'm gonna go see them in a couple of weeks.
Are you worried about me, Dupers?
Maybe.
That Torres case was a gut punch.
I told you I was okay.
It's not like you to disappear for two days.
Like I said, I got locked into this case.
And maybe you're right.
Maybe I needed some perspective.
What kind of perspective?
Violetta Wallace.
She's the reason this task force even exists.
She lost her son.
You think she gives a shit about the Torres case?
I would say no.
No, we owe it to her to look at every single lead.
And I think I found one.
From the "Suge Complaint" file?
Yeah.
His dog's shitting in the neighbor's yard again?
It's from an auto body shop in El Monte.
This guy says that Suge took his car.
Car. In El Monte.
Yeah, it's a felony.
And right now that's all we need.
Mr. Lopez.
Daryn Dupree, Greg Kading, the LAPD.
Called about a dispute involving Suge Knight?
It wasn't a dispute. They took my car.
- Who's they? - Suge's goons.
How do you know they were with Suge?
I talked to him on the phone.
Are you sure it was Marion "Suge" Knight
from Death Row Records?
He said he was. Then they towed my car away.
And all I got was an IOU for 25K.
Did he say anything else?
He said the '61 Impala that I paid for
belonged to the industry.
- Did he ever threaten you? - Yeah.
I told him I was gonna call the cops, he said, "Go ahead."
He was gonna send his own cops to take the car.
- His cops? - Yeah.
Pink slip for the Impala.
And it definitely belongs to the body shop owner.
Not Suge.
If what the owner's saying is true,
we can get Suge on extortion.
Which would be his third strike.
Now, if Suge is facing 25 to life,
he just might tell us who he hired to kill Biggie.
- Another Impala. - Yeah.
I'm gonna add it to the list,
but I just think we might have something to work with here.
Okay, but Suge wasn't there,
and we can't prove he was on the phone,
so how are we gonna get him on extortion?
We track down the Impala.
- We use it as bait. - Bait?
Return the car to the owner.
We set up cameras all around his shop.
When Suge's goons come to take the car back,
get it all on tape.
How are we gonna know where to find it?
We're hoping he sold it.
Suge is bankrupt. He needs cash.
What?
Ah, we're...
really reaching, huh?
Sometimes that's what you have to do.
Unless you got a better idea.
Well, I don't see Suge having a great eBay rating,
so I think we should start with pawn shops.
- My man. - That's the spirit, all right.
One of the cases I'm most proud of
is the North Hollywood bank robbery.
- The big shoot out. - You worked that?
- Sure did. - Wow.
Well, it was a... It was a team effort.
RHD.
Uh, what about the Biggie Smalls investigation?
I can only be proud of cases that I actually closed.
Look.
You're extremely qualified.
- But... - But, I, uh...
I got a little baggage, huh?
ATF, DEA, Marshals Service...
They all want agents who can testify in court.
Okay.
They don't want an agent
that'll stand up for what's right?
Not if they're gonna blow the case
that they've been building for years.
Sometimes that's all it takes.
Dirtying up one agent.
I don't wanna give you false hope here.
I understand.
Look, I don't need to be in the field.
I can, uh... I can work behind the scenes.
I need a job in law enforcement, that's all.
Please.
I'll see what I can do.
Thank you.
Thanks.
- Russell Poole. - Uh, it's my first day.
Okay, Russell.
Things get busy at 8:30
and when jury duty gets out for lunch.
Otherwise it's pretty slow.
Do I need to show you how to do a pat down?
Uh, no, I was LAPD.
- I'm gonna go take my break. - Okay.
You're officially a court security officer now.
Welcome aboard.
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Well, the car's out back.
But I did my due diligence on it.
I checked the database.
Said it wasn't stolen.
It's not in the system yet.
Well, how do you even know for sure
that this is the car you're looking for?
He's right.
I bet we passed five 1961 Impalas
with Tupac's face on our way down here.
Well, it's not fair.
I paid $20,000 to the lady for this car.
Lady? What lady?
The one that sold it to me.
This lady have a name?
Theresa Swann pawned the car.
She's one of Suge's baby mamas.
Along with his ex, Sharitha Knight,
and Death Row recording artist, Michel'le,
who many say is the one true love of his life.
I'm just putting her in context.
Here's what they all have in common.
They're all in business with Suge.
I know Sharitha managed some Death Row artists.
And Michel'le's a singer. What does Theresa do?
Looks like she's Suge's front.
Check out the name on the corporate title
for Suge's club 662 in Vegas.
Theresa Swann.
Her name also popped up on a Ferrari Suge drove
and some other legal docs.
So it's not a big stretch
that she would hawk Suge's Impala.
What's her story?
She's a suburban mother of two.
Lives out by you in Rancho Cucamonga.
Small world.
You've probably seen her in IKEA.
You know, you don't use someone as a front
unless you really trust 'em, right?
You think she's into shadier shit than just
cars and nightclubs?
Okay.
Think back to when we first started this case.
Who did we talk to?
It was those guys in the Land Cruiser.
And what did they say?
That there was an attractive woman in the Petersen garage...
Who asked what car Biggie was in.
You think she's the spotter?
I'm just asking the question.
That's a big stretch, going from grifter
to accessory to murder.
One thing's for sure, we're about to find out
what kind of a person this Theresa Swann is.
She's now the lead focus of our investigation.
Tricked out truck and a Maserati.
Theresa brings some flash to your neck of the woods.
Yeah, she does.
- Bet that's Suge's truck. - In her name.
Man must be more charming than he looks.
What're you doing?
If that is Suge's truck,
I am not gonna pass up the chance
to put a tracker on his ass.
You're carrying, right?
Come on, man,
I buy my Christmas trees right around the corner.
Shit.
Come on, Greg.
You gotta start carrying a gun, man.
Holy shit. Holy shit.
You gotta start carrying a gun, man.
I know, dude. I know.
You, sir.
Oh, could you step over here, please?
One second.
Lift your arms.
Thank you, sir.
Russ.
Uh...
Fred.
Yeah. Hey.
Hey.
- Uh... - What're you doing here?
I'm, uh, doing my civic duty.
Hoping being a retired cop gets me out of jury duty.
Of course.
How is, uh...
How is retirement?
It's, uh...
Wanna grab a coffee?
Wow.
Come on, you think I wanna be doing this?
Then why are you?
Well, my career options are limited, so...
Ah.
- How's the family? - Great, the kids are great.
Megan, uh, that's a different story.
You think maybe it's time to try to get your old job back?
It's worth a shot.
Did you read my book?
I can barely spell, remember?
You think I read?
Oh, Russ, Russ, Russ.
Six months away from a full pension.
You know?
That's all you have to do is six months.
In what world do you think the LAPD would hire me again?
Huh?
The one where you walk in with your hat in hand
and apologize.
Oh, we both know that's not gonna happen.
Did you hear about that audio tape?
Right? The... the tape that proves... proves...
That the department was covering up?
I know all about the audio tape.
- More than you do. - Okay.
There was no cover up.
Voletta Wallace's lawyers knew everything that was on the tape
the whole time.
And when the judge found out, he was furious.
And all the stuff that the guy said on the tape
was just bullshit.
Russ, he was just another liar
who would say anything he could
to get out of prison.
Okay?
Buddy.
Your book,
it did something.
Voletta's lawsuit did something.
What?
What did it do?
Tyndall told me about the tape.
He also told me
the brass is looking to put together a task force
to re-open the case.
Okay?
So that's all these resources that we never had.
So they're gonna solve the Biggie murder... why?
Because of you.
Because you wouldn't let it go.
But they're not...
They're not gonna solve it, Fred.
'Cause they don't wanna solve it.
You see?
I don't believe that.
I know.
- Thank you, Fred. - Yeah.
- It's good to see you. - Yeah.
Don't be afraid to look me up.
Okay. Yeah.
Yeah.
How was your evening, gentlemen?
Whoa- ho.
Well, I, uh, almost had to introduce myself to Suge.
Otherwise uneventful. What about you guys?
Prepare to have your minds blown.
What? Did I oversell it?
We've been digging deeper into Theresa Swann.
Or should I call her Theresa Rennell Swann,
Theresa Reed, Tammee Swann, or Theresa Lynn Cross?
We tried stacking false ID charges on Corey Edwards.
He didn't even blink.
Yeah, but it's what it looks like she's doing
with the IDs that's interesting.
According to the Sheriff's Department,
Theresa has been buying cars
with false auto loan applications,
and selling them at bargain basement prices.
And they've just been sitting on this?
Wasn't a priority.
It is now.
That's what you call probable cause for a search warrant.
- Let's go get one. - Yes.
What the hell is this?
Mrs. Swann, we've got a search warrant.
Please don't make this any harder than it needs to be.
'Ey, this is private property.
Step back, please. Step back.
- We got rights. - Get your hands off of him.
- He didn't do anything. - Come here.
Here you go.
Lonnie Swann.
I'll run a check.
Her brother Lonnie's on parole.
Yeah, and look what we just found.
We can violate him. Send him to prison.
No, we're gonna need a hell of a lot more than this
to get her to roll on Suge.
What'd you have in mind?
You wanna tell me what this is about?
Loan fraud, fake identities.
You're in a shit load of trouble, Theresa.
We'll see what my lawyer says.
Yeah, you should probably talk to him.
'Cause the way I see it, you either help us,
or we take you to jail and send your kids to foster care.
- Help you how? - Not here, not right now.
Listen, call us, tomorrow.
Or we just come back and arrest you, it's your choice.
Would you like something?
Coffee?
I just wanna know why I'm here.
You're here because you don't wanna go to jail.
Please have a seat.
You brought your girl?
I'm not his girl.
I'm an agent with the Federal Bureau of Investigation.
The FBI?
Why is the FBI here?
I already told you that, Theresa.
This is serious.
You're in a lot of trouble.
Then why are you offering me coffee
instead of putting me in cuffs?
Because we want your help.
And we thought it might make you more comfortable
if we asked you for it here.
Nobody needs to see you walking in and out of the country club.
Okay.
I got each ID from a different place...
Theresa.
We're not just the police.
We're working homicide.
We wanna know about the murder of Biggie Smalls.
- I don't know anything. - Yes, you do.
No, I don't.
This is your opportunity to tell your side of the story,
Theresa. You need to.
Look, we know that you've been doing Suge's dirty work
for many years.
But you're here, and where is he?
We're not together.
He comes to see his daughter, that's all.
- Theresa, are you afraid? - Yeah, she's afraid.
She's afraid to go to prison for many years.
Fed time is mandatory...
Just give us a minute.
Woman to woman.
We'll be outside.
Now you know what we want.
What do you want?
I wanna be left alone.
Yeah.
You're raising two kids.
You got your brother living with you.
That's a lot.
I told you,
I don't know.
I get it.
You're loyal.
Let me tell you something.
Loyalty is bullshit.
What's loyalty got you?
That car? That house in Rancho Cucamonga?
Sitting by the phone, waiting for Suge to call?
It's not like that.
He's the father of my daughter.
Michel'le's got a kid with Suge too.
You know how much he pays her in child support?
I do.
What risk is she taking?
Is she loyal like you are?
Is she willing to go to jail like you are?
All I care about is my kids.
And that's why you have to do whatever it takes
to keep them safe, right?
That's what a mother does.
Evening, Ms. Wallace.
Christopher.
There's a girl outside with your face on her arm.
That's a fan, Ma.
A fan of who? You or me?
Because I made you.
You right.
Okay.
How'd you like the flowers and the limo?
I love it, honey, but listen,
I don't want you to spend your money
on such things like this for me.
I want you to save your money.
Ma, you ain't gotta worry about that.
We ain't never gonna be broke again.
I mean, look at all this.
I see. I see.
I just don't want you to end up like that guy.
McHammer.
Or what his name?
Hammer, Hammer, Hammer.
Now him bankrupt.
- Oh, you a fan? - Oh, please.
Gonna put on the little pants,
do a little Hammer dance too?
Trust, if I got a problem with my money,
I'm calling my accountant.
He gotta count it out to me.
One, two, three, gazillion.
That's not a word, Christopher.
That's how much money I'ma make.
They're gonna have to make it a new word,
'cause Ms. Wallace love furs.
I do, I do.
I can't be out here looking like a bum.
You reppin' big time.
All I ever wanted to do was take care of my family,
like you told me to.
Make you proud of me.
Christopher.
You make me proud.
As a father. As a son.
As a man.
You make me proud.
Showtime, Ma.
I'll see you out there. Front row.
I don't know if I'm ready for your music.
It's so loud, and... The language.
Make sure you watch the cr...
What's up, Ma?
Christopher, calling me from London?
Nah, cancelled that trip. Still in Cali.
Listen, be careful.
I'm not comfortable with you there.
You understand. You know that.
Ma, how many times I gotta tell you,
I'm safe here.
Got nothing to worry about.
Please, Christopher.
Leave as soon as you can.
I love you.
I love you, Ma.
Goodbye, Christopher.
- Best bet. - You think she knows anything?
Well, if she doesn't, I don't know where we're looking next.
We'll figure something out.
Probably has something to do with an Impala.
Definitely.
We'd be heroes.
Might even promote you to detective.
They'll make you chief before that shit happens.
Remember when I told you earlier
that everything was okay?
You were lying, I know.
Donna wants a divorce.
This case is all I got, man.
Thank you.
She's gonna go home, see her kids,
think about things.
But...
But what?
She knows.
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