I could?
Mm-hm. Yeah, okay. Yeah.
Two-thirty is actually better for me, so, yeah, okay.
That's a personal call, is it?
Uh, can I call you back? Thanks. Bye.
How's the job hunt going? A little tougher than you thought or...?
- Well, carry on. Keep up the good work. - Ahem.
What?
All I was trying to say in there was, you know...
...I want him on the street getting a life, not in there getting a latte.
Why don't you just tell him that, then?
And spoil all the fun?
Do me a favor.
What's wrong with you?
Uh-oh.
This is Juan Ramirez, street name, Prince John of the 9-6 Click.
Push in tighter.
That's, uh, Detective, uh...
What's his name again?
Farr.
Murderous hatred. What happens next?
So no part of you is thinking, "I told you so," huh?
Internal Affairs.
They've been watching Wallowski for a while.
It's not uncommon to run surveillance on Gang Unit cops.
- Got this from IA? - They came to me...
...because of your relationship with Wallowski, which they know about.
All right. Look at her.
She's pissed off at her partner.
She tried to stop him.
It could be argued that she did that once the other cops arrived.
It could also be argued...
...that you thought having a compromised cop was a good idea...
...and there was nothing I could do or say to warn you.
This is a message to you from Internal Affairs.
Your new friend, Wallowski, is under the microscope.
And they want me to stay out of it.
You want me to stay out of it.
Dr. Lightman. What do you want?
Every cop in the city have passed their fitness test.
Police range. Police personnel only.
What's Prince John got on you that makes you wanna kill him?
Have a nice day.
It's not so much fun killing cardboard, is it?
Let me guess. You've seen the video.
Yeah.
You wanna know how I got it?
IA gave me that tape.
Now, why would they be watching you, do you think, in your humble opinion?
What you saw on that tape is my partner subduing a suspect.
Trying to kill him, more like.
Kids like Prince John, they keep guns in the wheel wells of nearby cars.
He was going for a hidden gun.
Oh, so where's the gun now then, in a police evidence locker somewhere?
You working with IA now?
If I was, you'd be at the cop shop.
Answer me. What's going on between you and your partner?
What are you hiding?
You know, you do that whole tough-guy-cop thing really well.
But do me a favor, save it for the customers, all right?
Look, he's a mid-level dealer with the 9-6s.
All right. So if there was a reason to arrest him yesterday...
...what's he doing on the street today?
Herman Farr is a good man, period.
What your partner did on that tape is the beginning of the end for both of you.
What do you care? I'm just the cop you like to squeeze on the street, in the sack.
In the sack?
That's a bit previous, isn't it?
That beating was personal.
Prince John has something on your partner, and you know exactly what it is.
Which makes you a target.
I can take care of myself.
Thank you.
Give this a go, then.
You know, you do need my help.
You just don't know how to ask for it, do you?
- All right. - Hey.
Easy, tiger.
I'll drive.
Dream Send me a sign
Turn back the clock Give me some time
I need to break out Make a new name
Let's open our eyes To the brand-new day
Let's make this quick.
Check it out. Vigilante five-0 bitch.
It's Prince John, right?
Do you know what a prince is where I come from?
- What did you say? - No...
Yeah, but I wasn't talking about your sexual preference.
A prince, where I come from, is a burden on a taxpayer.
Settle.
She's been practicing.
Beat it, snow.
What's she gonna find on you if she pats you down, eh? Seriously.
What's she gonna plant on him, you mean?
Eight ball with your name on it in this pocket right here.
Ask your question. Go on.
What you got on my partner?
- I know he's fat. - That's true. Ha, ha.
You see, I think you can do better than that, really.
- Don't you, Wallowski? - Mm-hm. You know the drill.
- Oh, seriously. - It means we gotta go.
- I'll be back. - Speak up, all right.
Let's go.
That tune-up that Detective Farr gave you, was personal, right?
So that means either you have unfinished business...
...or Detective Farr is on the take.
Or you got something he wants.
- Tune-up? - Yeah.
No.
Well, I got it.
Option two, Detective Farr is on the take.
That's not news to you.
You're gonna take his word over a decorated cop?
That was no ordinary beating.
All right, Farr wanted to kill him.
- Which is why the prince here is on the run. - What, you see me running?
My advice to you...
...dust off your sneakers, princess.
We done?
I need a ride home.
Well, protect and serve.
This is the serve bit.
The good news is Wallowski doesn't have much of a poker face.
Pursed lips and puffed cheeks indicate resignation.
Widened eyes show fear.
Oh, yeah?
We're breaking down the videos into microexpressions.
I'll break you down into microexpressions in a minute.
Put your hand on your heart and tell me you think Wallowski's clean.
What, you mean clean like you?
Give us the room.
Now, look, I didn't mean that in a bad way.
I know what you meant.
Have a seat.
Now what, nurse?
You came up on IA's radar the minute you and Wallowski...
- ...decided to start seeing each other. - That's a business meeting.
I don't have an ax to grind against her, I don't.
You don't trust my judgment where she's concerned.
- I don't wanna see you get hurt. - Yeah.
All right.
- It's a little late for that now. - For what?
I'm up to my neck in it. Come on.
Oh, yeah, copy that.
- North, he's heading it up from here. - Yeah, the gun was in the back...
- Prince John. - I dropped him off an hour ago.
Dr. Foster, can I have a word?
This isn't happening.
- Did he do this? - He didn't say.
Does he know who did this?
If he did, he wouldn't be standing here talking about it.
- Did you ask him? - He's a city cop, 20 years.
You asked him.
Your worst nightmare, he lied to you.
Incoming.
Detective Wallowski, Internal Affairs, Jenkins.
Weapon, please, detective.
What?
Or do you want me to arrest you here?
Arrest her for what?
That.
On what evidence?
Eyewitness.
Open the gate.
So I'm thinking, I distract the guards, and you start digging.
You got a spoon on you?
Well, we got some place here.
Or you could tell me the truth about Farr, huh?
I'll get you out that way.
Look, Farr didn't kill Prince John.
You and I lifted him, an hour later he's back on the street, that's why he's dead.
You don't believe that.
So I bit my lip.
Give me a break.
If one of those gangbangers think you killed Prince John...
...this is the worst possible place you could be, love.
Mind if I speak with my partner now?
I'll get you that spoon.
What took you so long?
She's never gonna rat out her partner.
I mean, you can offer any deal you like, it's not gonna happen.
Uh-huh. So that's your science speaking, is it?
You need me.
- Badly. - Ha, ha.
This is a department investigation, Dr. Lightman.
Do you wanna look good or do you wanna get this right and look even better?
If you are gaming me, I will flush you down the toilet.
You and Wallowski.
Bollocks. You got an innocent cop sitting in jail with a target on her back.
Wallowski is there because we have an eyewitness, motive and no alibi.
You look me in the eye and you tell me you don't have skeletons.
Because, you know, if I start looking, I'll find them.
- What do you want? - Detective Farr.
But not here.
At my place. My comfort zone, not his.
When you find dirt on that woman, Wallowski, which I know there is...
That woman?
Is that your science talking now?
...then you'll give her to me too.
I just saw a boy shot, 95th and Chalmers.
White lady cop threw him out her car, then started shooting.
- And you said an officer was involved? - Wachowski, Willinski...
Something like that.
Works the gangs up here.
I thought I took your desk away.
This is the 911 tape of the eyewitness.
Has an evasive vocal tic. The throat clearing...
...she did it when she was making statements about Wallowski.
Did you come up with this all by yourself?
And if you listen to the tape in its entirety...
It was definitely her.
She gives unnecessary details.
Not answering questions directly.
She's lying.
Maybe she's just old.
Look, you keep doing that.
And it just gets funnier and funnier.
Where did you get the 911 tape from then, eh?
You're not the only one with contacts.
- What, Loker? - Afraid so.
Next time, however, will you run it by me first?
That throat clearing, it's phlegm. She's a smoker.
African coffee, best on the planet.
Is that your son in there, Mrs. Phillips?
Oh, Lord, no. Grandson.
Luis. He lives with me.
How do you take it?
A splash of milk, two sugars. That's me.
Where in Africa?
Kenya.
- Exploding bomb. - Watch that chopper.
- You trying to make your grandma deaf? - Leave her out of this.
Leave her out of what?
You're a cop. I can smell.
How old are you, then?
Nice ink, that.
That's the 9-6s, is it?
You know, the proud, the few. However it goes.
Comedian cop.
You just play your game. You don't mind me, all right?
- How about over here? - Again.
Stop there.
And whoever killed Prince John, I wouldn't breathe a word about that if I were you.
I know nothing about that.
Smart. Keep your mouth shut.
You pick your side in this war carefully, you never know.
- Next time it could be you, couldn't it? - Beat it, snow.
Watch it!
I'll get that if I were you.
So you never leave home without it, right?
Oh, yeah, because I look that stupid.
Keep it. I'm straight.
Snow, I'm beginning to like that.
- It's growing on me. Very creative. - I'm going to Ronnie's house.
Be home for dinner.
It's your favorite.
Ronnie's house, my ass.
Here. Merry Christmas.
It's a firing pin.
Just so long as he comes home, is all.
Right.
- What was I saying? - The shooting.
- Prince John. - Yes.
I'm 110 percent certain it was the Wallowski girl who shot him.
I might be old, but I'm not blind.
You know, there's many different kinds of blindness.
Blind is blind.
Right, yeah.
Well, thanks for your time, Mrs. Phillips.
- That's it? What about your coffee? - Rain check.
Hey, what's up, Bo?
Hi, mate.
Luis.
I thought you was on your way to Ronnie's.
You lost?
Oh, look at you lot, eh?
Matching ink.
You guys must really, really like each other. Or something.
Not that there's anything wrong with that.
It's okay.
Leave that now.
Another day in D.C., professor.
Oh, blimey.
West station by South. I believe in the west.
Your partner has got an alibi this time, her being in jail.
- Who was he? - His street name is Stomper.
Local pharmaceutical rep for the 9-6s.
Who's that one?
Who's that one, eh?
- What's he smiling about, eh? - He's not smiling.
Calm down. It's not a capital offense, you know?
Disperse those clowns.
What, you mean lift them, right?
I mean, they know the dead guy. They're all in the same gang together.
Now, Luis. How you doing, mate? Who's that one over there?
Oh. He's that dangerous, is he?
How does Detective Farr know him?
Hit me in the stomach.
Back off, man.
Is he one of the ones grabbing for power?
Is he?
Hey, if you hit me in the stomach, I'll pay you $50 with a smile.
- Which one is gonna make you look better? - You're crazy.
Look, whoever killed Prince John killed your friend over there.
Right?
Who was it?
Not that lady cop.
Thanks for that.
All right, stomach, not face, all right?
- Ha, ha. - That's really cool.
- Did you see that? - You okay?
Oh, no, I'm fine.
Yup.
You tell your IA friend I wanna talk to that one there.
All right?
This isn't a gang war. It's more like a gang at war with itself.
And he knows it.
He's part of it, he is. He's even picked sides.
Two 9-6s in two days, Suarez.
Busy man.
First off, he's not a man, so try "boy."
See what I mean?
- You call this science? - Well, it sells books, you know?
Ask him why he's so happy his own gang members are dead.
Speak.
You got nothing on me.
The lady cop killed Prince John and set him up.
Why are you lying about her?
You need her out of the way?
You need her where she's easier to get to, right?
Inside.
You know, I'm with you.
Killing cops? Serious business.
Lawyer.
No need.
You're free to go. Get out of here.
All right.
- You know him, do you? - I work Gangs. He's in a gang.
You seem exceptionally relieved to see him walking out of here a free man.
Let me guess. He asked for a lawyer.
- You interviewed him, have you? - A few times.
Always with Wallowski?
I got one for you.
Tell Wallowski you were on the IA payroll when you started doing her?
Why have you kept me waiting out here?
No reason.
You can go now.
I want interrogation tape on him and Wallowski and any other 9-6s.
Get out of here.
I would, but I got work to do.
Let me ask you something.
Is this about catching corrupt cops or is this about saving your friend?
Because I still have an eyewitness.
So you were two blocks away when you heard the shots.
Is that right?
Why don't you let him tell us where he was?
I was two blocks away.
So in this one, Farr is controlling the interrogation.
- He's warning Suarez. - And the next one.
We put you there. We got witnesses.
We know J.T. has a beef with you.
We just wanna hear your side of the story.
I need a break.
You finish this.
Wallowski walks out before the interrogation is over.
They've been in there for hours. She needed a tinkle.
Maybe she was letting Farr blow the interrogation.
- Is there anything here you agree on? - Yes.
There's definitely some kind of relationship between Detective Farr and Suarez.
Agreed. Farr does sound compromised at times.
Well, if Farr's dirty, Wallowski is dirty.
What's that?
- What is that? Guilt by association? - May I remind you...?
Yeah, you may. You've got an eyewitness. I haven't forgotten.
Wallowski is arraigned in the morning. My hands are tied.
If she goes to County, that's a death sentence.
Well, she either gives up her partner or she's on her own.
Thanks for your help.
Oh, you wanted me to lie.
I see now.
- And Mrs. Phillips, are you comfortable? - I saw what I saw.
Let's just get on with it, shall we?
We have a quick video we'd like you to take a look at.
And when I turn that off, just give us as much detail about it as you can.
There were three people. A couple holding hands...
...an old man in a ball cap, and a blue car parked.
Do you know what change blindness is, Mrs. Phillips?
- Changed what? - Change blindness.
We see what we anticipate we're gonna see, even if it changes.
The brain doesn't react to the change.
Right. Like Charles here.
This was actually Loker just a minute ago.
So, you saw Wallowski drop Prince John off...
...but did you look away for any time before the shooting started?
I...
I think I was brewing coffee.
And then when the shooting started, you saw the shooter, right?
Who you thought was the same person you saw with Prince John just moments earlier.
- I was about to bring you that spoon. - How did you get me out?
Change blindness.
What you looking at, Flaco?
Lovely weather we're having.
I'm not talking about Farr.
Balmy for this time of year.
You want me to talk about Farr because you're working with IA, right?
That's how you got me out of jail. You're working some kind of deal?
Right. Well, that's that out of the way, then.
Where do we go now?
Straight to sex?
Look, you know he's dirty, right?
It's not exactly breaking his heart selling you out, by the way.
What if he was? And I'm not saying that he is.
- Is what? - Dirty.
You just said it.
There are two types of dirty. One is who you are and one happens to you.
Oh, Farr is a victim. Do me a favor.
Wanna know how it happens?
- How what happens? - Corruption.
You did it again.
I'm too tired for this.
Well, humor me.
I bought the wine.
So we isolated some of her reactions during the Suarez interrogation.
First interview.
After a softball from Farr, she purses her lips, barely noticeable.
Five months later...
...she looks away, brow furrows, much more intense reaction.
In an interrogation last year, you see disgust around her nose, around her mouth.
And finally six weeks ago...
...her entire body shifts away from Farr, and she leaves the room.
So in terms of intensity...
...her disgust with Farr rises from A to E in lockstep with Suarez's crimes.
As he went from joyriding to homicide.
She's known all along that Suarez and Farr had some kind of deal.
Lightman's watched all of these interviews. How could he miss this?
Change blindness.
That's not bad for 7 bucks, eh?
You know about wine?
It's made from grapes.
What do you do when your partner busts a 14-year-old with a few grams of heroin?
You send them to juvie for a Ph.D. in Criminology or cut them a break?
I don't know.
You tell me.
You start small. You just fudge some paperwork here and there.
Knock a banger around a bit, get a shooter out of him.
You know, that's all very interesting.
But not one mention of Detective Farr.
I'm trying to tell you, you get deep enough in, you can't get back out.
You know, two dead bodies is a world away from fudging a bit of paperwork, darling.
Really.
So get on with it, then.
Candles?
Cabinet. Top left of the stove.
- Sexy music. - On it.
Lube?
Just kidding.
You got a light?
I'm in the mood
Yeah. Home invasion, 85 North Pershing.
I'm in the mood I'm in the mood
Baby, I'm in the mood for love
- Bloody hell. Untraceable, right? - My dad said, "Always have options."
I said night time is the right time
To be with the one you love
You know where night come Baby, God know
You're so far away
I'm in the mood
I'm in the mood for love
Yeah.
Come back to...
Baby, I'm in the mood for love
Hey!
What's that?
Oh, man, he's hit!
- He's down! - What's going on?
Who's next?
Get him!
You got 10 seconds to get your friend out of here or we're done talking.
- All right? - All right.
All right, don't shoot.
I'm in the mood, baby
I'm in the mood for love
Glad you met me yet?
I think it's time to lose those.
Baby, I'm in the move for love
Just saying.
How long are you gonna pretend there's nothing going on?
Oh, you wanna talk about this now?
The IA leaned on my partner to lean on me to give you up.
Now, I'm being disloyal to my partner...
...because you're being loyal to a man who's up to his neck in it.
You're saying Dr. Foster is wrong about me?
Like she's wrong about me sometimes.
It comes from a good place.
You ever hear of off-duty booty?
Suarez is Farr's son.
I wouldn't do that if I were you, mate.
You.
It raises the blood pressure, you know?
I mean, if you want a get-out-of-jail-free pass from the IA...
...you might wanna get it under control, mate.
All right, suit yourself.
But it does make your neck blob out a bit, you know?
Oh, really?
Wallowski.
Well, you can stick a fork in her and all because she's cooked.
You both are.
Did you know that someone shot up her house last night?
Oh, first you've heard of it.
Well, that's a good sign, I suppose.
You wanna know who it was? It was your boy, Suarez.
And when I say "your boy," what I mean is "your son."
Nineteen years old.
Mowing his way through his own gang while you look the other way.
- You okay? - I'm good.
And so is Suarez.
It starts simple.
Right. You're just trying to do the right thing like any real dad would.
You can't protect him anymore.
He tried killing you last night.
Choose.
Your partner...
...or your son.
Detective Farr.
Get me Lightman.
- Now. - He's not in yet.
Well, he bends Farr's ear before the hearing...
...Farr comes in and spills.
Suarez is his son. He's been in the kid's pocket for years.
So you got your dirty cop. Congratulations.
Farr's son killed Prince John and Stomper. He knew they were blackmailing Farr.
And Wallowski knew it too.
She's dirty. I mean, eight hour days with Farr for five years?
That doesn't sound like proof.
Farr takes the heat, says Wallowski knows nothing.
Lying through his teeth, and Lightman put him up to it.
Oh, this isn't about Wallowski anymore, is it?
It's about Lightman.
You can choose, Wallowski or your partner.
Because I will bring down this whole circus act if I have to.
Understand?
Do you need that in writing?
Her contempt for Farr's choices is getting harder to contain.
She knew about Suarez.
And you're sure about that?
Put her in the cube for long enough...
...and if she's guilty, she'll betray herself.
The muscles in your cheek, relax them.
No, no. Hands down.
If you cover your mouth, you give yourself away.
You know, if you teach me how to lie, you might never be able to trust me.
All right.
Pay attention.
Focus on what we're doing.
You're not helping me.
You're just trying to save yourself now.
That was good.
You hid the contempt.
There are four key emotions displayed here.
Disappointment, frustration, disgust, outrage.
And just like contempt...
...any of these would expose Wallowski's role in covering up Farr's crimes.
- And you can show me what to look for? - And what to ask.
Ask her a question she doesn't expect.
That's where you'll find unfiltered emotion, something she won't be able to hide.
You knew there was a relationship between Farr and Suarez.
They were friendly.
Part of our work with Gang Unit is to connect with these kids.
But I had no idea until yesterday they were father and son.
Oh, that's good.
Nice.
Lying comes naturally to you.
Good teacher.
Just part your lips a little for surprise, you know?
They'll be looking for that.
I don't know if I can do this.
Of course you can.
I can't lose the one cop I can squeeze on the street.
Tell me a lie.
Anything you like.
I hate you.
Now, that's brilliant.
You're ready.
You knew Detective Farr had a relationship with Marco Suarez?
We're meant to form relationships with street-level dealers.
- Did you know he was helping Suarez? - No. I didn't know anything about that.
But you do know that he beat Prince John to cover his relationship with Suarez...
...to support Suarez's move to control the 9-6s.
Now that he has confessed, sure, I guess.
Is Detective Farr a good father to his children?
- Which ones? - To his regular, family ones.
- You mean his white ones? - Don't deflect the question, detective.
I'm sorry. What was the question again? Oh, yeah. Uh...
He's incredible with his kids.
Well, don't look at me, Loker. Give it to them straight.
I got nothing here.
zip.
Was Wallowski in on this with Farr or not?
- She's been coached. - Or maybe she's clean.
- And you call yourself scientists? - You call cops who disagree "cops," right?
Unless one of them is dirty.
Well, she's saying Wallowski's clean.
Aren't you, Dr. Foster?
Wait. What are you walking away for, eh? That's not right. Don't do that.
- Never mind. - I'm not going anywhere, so let's have it.
What do you see in her, Cal?
I would have done the same thing for my partner.
It's called loyalty.
That's kind of ironic from where I'm standing.
Well?
Is Wallowski lying?
Yes.
Absolutely.
Farr is not a good dad. She's covering for him.
As for the rest of it, she's not lying.
She didn't know anything about Suarez or any of it.
Dr. Lightman?
Yeah, she's clean.
As a whistle.
My hand to God I didn't mean to
After all
Look what we've been through
Men come in different shades
That's how we're made
The little house on Ellis Drive
Is where I felt most alive
Five years of my life, and for what?
Well, you thought he was just looking after his kid, right?
So you did what you could.
And more.
Loyal to a fault.
- When I say fault, what I mean... - She gets it, Cal.
- Thank you. - Don't mention it.
You don't like me, do you?
I didn't do what I did for you.
No, you did it for him.
Where did he go?
Wasted times
Wanna go grab a cup of coffee?
I'll take a rain check.
Violent colors so obscene
It's all I see these days
These days