Lake, the car you're in... What color is it?
The inside is black.
It has one of these big, fancy radios.
A police radio?
Hispanic female in her 20s.
Red didn't come for the cash. He came for her.
It was an assassination.
Casita raid... It wasn't a robbery.
The female victim... She was the target.
Police corruption. The cops are in on it.
If it was anybody else, I'd never believe it.
But it's Jane.
You slept with my sister.
The math is not complicated, Jane.
You and Tom plus nine months!
Did you tell Tom?
No, but I'm going to!
And Pete!
I think we found your SUV.
- Who signed it out? - Gus Tremblay.
Gus Tremblay's a thug.
He ran a two-bit lick crew of dirty cops,
and he shot his mouth off to get laid.
And now it's blowing up on him.
I'm taking you off of this.
You're done.
What are we gonna do now?
Try and figure out who this dead woman is
and why they targeted her.
And that's gonna help us find Lake?
I hope so.
I'm afraid of tomorrow.
Me, too.
Captions by VITAC...
♪♪ *TEN DAYS IN THE VALLEY* Season 01 Episode 08 Title: "Day 8 : Against Type"
Sync corrections by srjanapala
♪ The ants go marching 10 by 10 ♪
♪ Hurrah, hurrah
♪ The ants go marching 10 by 10 ♪
♪ Hurrah, hurrah
♪ The ants go marching 10 by 10 ♪
♪ The little one stops to say "The end"! ♪
♪ And they all go marching down... ♪
♪ To the ground ♪
♪ To get out ♪
♪ Of the rain... ♪
♪♪ Music playing...
♪♪
There are no angels in this story.
But if you're writing about the casita raid,
I'd give it another look.
And if you had half a brain, you'd run, too.
Mm.
♪♪
It's easy...
Okay, so it's easy to assign blame...
Hey, sweetie.
Still writing the article?
I am. And it's late.
I can't take these timelines.
You want me to read it?
Nope. No, thank you.
Why not? I used to always read your articles.
I know, it's just I'm already censoring myself
enough as it is. I can't have your voice
in my head right now, you know?
Fine.
What are you writing about?
Ali, I know you want to fight with me,
but I think there's just too much
going on right now for all of us,
so can we please just pause?
Sure. Let's pause. I don't mean us.
I mean can we pause this argument, this... this tension.
Yeah, Tom. I'll put my tension
in the fridge for you.
You awake?
Yeah.
Did you sleep okay?
I did, actually.
You know why that is?
No. Well, because we spooned.
No, we didn't just spoon, we Swiss Army spooned...
Your leg draped over my leg,
all nestled in, tangled up.
Yeah, it's déjà vu all over the place...
Me scraping you up off the floor,
me putting you to bed...
Well, that's how you like it best.
You get to feel superior, like you're the boss.
I don't want to be the boss.
Well, you're at your nicest when I'm at rock bottom.
Am I supposed to be my meanest?
Ha! Here's my Jane.
Getting her back up, talking to me like I'm an idiot.
- What do you want from me, huh? - Just tell me what happened.
I'm handling it, okay?
Oh, well, if you're on the case, then what a great relief.
I got nothing to worry about. Jane, please, I want to help.
Come on, Jane. You think a cop took Lake?
I do.
Well, do we know who this cop is?
Yes. A consultant on my show.
And were you sleeping with him?
Shut up.
You were.
What did you do, Jane?
Nothing! I didn't do anything!
I told you!
I finally meet a good man,
and you're trying to tear it down and make it dirty.
You asked me a question, and I told you the truth.
You keep saying I'm a liar, but I'm not.
He didn't touch you! He never touched you.
Okay, okay. Whatever you say.
Jane. Y... Mom, you're right.
Okay? I'll be better now.
- I'll be good. - I don't believe you.
- You know why? - Because I'm a liar.
Because I make up stories.
Because you're a little slut!
How's that for the truth?
Open the door, Jane!
We're not talking about this, okay?
Gomez wants me in the office now.
Why? What's going on?
I... Look, I have no idea, okay?
Hi. I just came to get some stuff.
I won't be long.
What is going on with the two of you?
Nothing. Sister stuff.
Don't worry about it.
Could you stop saying that?
Look, you really want to help?
- Of course I do. - Then go to a meeting, okay?
You stink of booze.
♪ Here it comes ♪ And here it comes
♪ Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey ♪
♪ So here it comes ♪ And here it comes
♪ Hey, hey, hey, hey ♪
♪ So here it comes ♪ ♪ And here it comes ♪
♪ Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey... ♪
Sadler.
Hey. Gomez called me into his office. I'm on my way.
You gonna be there? What does he want?
I don't know, but I'm gonna ask him to pull the show.
It seems to be the only thing that Gus wants,
and I can't get it done myself.
Listen, just don't tell him about
the Casita Victim Number One, all right?
I need to dig into this a little more.
Okay. Yeah.
I'll see you there?
Probably not.
I'm off the case.
What?!
Yeah, Gomez found out that I lied about Lake's phone call.
- He sidelined me. - My God.
Hey, listen, it's all right.
Gus has your daughter... Everybody knows it.
They're searching for him now.
Bird... We find Gus, we find Lake.
That's all you need to focus on right now.
In the meantime,
I'll keep working on the identity of the casita victim.
I thought you were sidelined.
Who you talking to?
I don't even know the meaning of that word.
Just taking a breather.
You know, if you would have told us
about Lake's phone call, we could have had her back by now.
She told me a cop took her, so I couldn't trust anyone.
Did Tremblay ever talk to you about a getaway?
He talked about a cabin in the mountains...
Great sunsets, no running water.
Hmm. Well, nothing came up in our search.
He told me that I needed to shut down my show
- if I wanted this to stop, so... - You and Tremblay were sleeping together,
correct?
Yes.
Tremblay's psych profile shows us
that he's been seeing a shrink for three years now...
Depressive, violent thoughts, addictive behavior,
delusions of grandeur... All signs of PTSD.
Now, it's very common for romantic relationships
to tip people like this over the edge.
Oh, my God.
This is not about me.
This is so much bigger than me.
Yeah, you know what's bigger than you, Ms. Sadler?
Your child.
And that's why we're here.
So, your story...
Tremblay did some bad things, confessed to you,
and you made a TV show out of it,
and now he's afraid his secret is out,
even though he told you the secret in the first place,
so he takes your kid to get you to, what?
To, uh, cancel your show.
I guess that's plausible.
How did you get these?
My story?
My story is that Gus was in love with you,
so he told you his deepest, darkest secrets.
But you were only using him, so you take those secrets
and then you throw them out there
for the whole world to see, and now,
well, now he feels betrayed.
Now, I could be biased, but I like my story better.
Public perception of the police department
is very tenuous,
so we have to be very clear with our message.
This is not another story about police corruption.
This is about one man, heartbroken,
delusional, irrational.
What do you want me to do?
I want to hold a press conference
where you speak to your "lover" from the heart.
I don't have to clear it with you
when I want to sleep with someone.
What if it's my husband?
♪♪
I must spent more time on camera than you do, huh?
You're mostly just tap-tap-tap, right?
We're going out on all local stations,
Facebook and Twitter, too.
Well, let's hope it's a slow news day
and they recycle us as filler.
"Gus, I care for you, but you need help and support right now.
Don't make Lake a victim of our relationship.
Don't make her pay for my mistakes."
Do you really expect me to say this?
Keep reading.
"The D.A.'s office is willing to consider leniency
if Lake is returned quickly and safely."
He's gonna see right through this.
We know what we're doing.
This was written and vetted by our top negotiators.
Well, they don't know him.
This is not gonna bring him in.
Ms. Sadler, if your feelings for this man
are clouding your judgment...
Uh, he kidnapped my kid. I think I'll cancel the wedding.
And here I am, all dressed up.
What are you doing here?
Mr. Greene is here to help. Help in what way?
Tremblay thinks he's your boyfriend,
- so if he has... - He's not my boyfriend.
Okay, but you were sleeping with him,
so he needs to see Lake's parents united in finding her.
Frankly, the world needs to see that.
So, can you both, please, put on a brave face here?
Of course. Where do you want me?
Right next to Jane.
We're ready.
Okay. I'll get right to it.
Former Narcotics detective Gus Tremblay
is wanted in connection with the kidnapping
of his girlfriend's daughter, Lake Sadler-Greene, age eight.
He is also a person of interest in the murders
of Kathryn Collins and Russell Howell.
Angus Tremblay is 36 years old. He's 5'9".
African-American. He's a former Narcotics officer.
License plate... two, sierra, bravo, india, six, five, three.
Now, we've got a BOLO out on him...
Jane. You okay?
Ms. Sadler, a few words.
Gus, I care for you,
but you need help and support right now.
Don't make Lake a victim of our relationship.
Don't make her pay for...
Gus, I know you're innocent.
I know you're scared right now. We all are.
This thing has gotten away from us,
and I'm sure that, if you have my little girl,
it must be because you think she's safer with you.
But she needs me.
The studio is gonna shut down the production.
Please, if you're the man that I know you are,
please give me back my daughter.
Bring back my little girl, okay?
You need to bring her back!
- When was the last time you saw... - Jane?
Jane, was this... Was this...
Jane! When was the last time...
No more questions at this time.
Ms. Sadler, if you will come with me, please.
Oh, I need some water.
And don't start with me, okay?
I did what I had to do.
It's your show, Jane... Always is.
Thank you.
Is that what you call
- sticking to the script? - I was giving him a way out.
No. You are fueling a paranoid's delusions.
Why do you think he told me about "Red"
in the first place, okay? He wasn't looking to get laid,
because that was already happening.
He was looking for absolution, forgiveness.
Fine. You don't want to take reasonability. I get it.
Detective Fontana,
can you please escort Ms. Sadler to your desk?
And don't let her leave.
If Tremblay calls you, we're gonna trace that call.
Do you actually believe any of that stuff
you just spewed all over the entire state of California?
Ms. Sadler.
Don't freak out. This isn't a business call.
I just hadn't heard from you in a while,
and I came by to...
You're not Jane.
- Who are you? - I'm, uh... Nobody.
Gu... Wrong house.
No. Dude, dude. Hey.
You just said "You're not Jane," so clearly you know my sister.
Y... Well, I'm, uh, Jane's lawn guy.
I mow her lawn occasionally, and, uh,
I hadn't heard from her in a while,
so, you know, I figured I'd check, uh,
see if you needed a trim,
but it looks good, so I'm gonna go.
Hang on, hang on.
You're the guy on the bike.
You were here the n... The night that Lake disappeared,
so you have five seconds to tell me who you are
or I'm calling the police.
I'm Jane's dealer.
Well, have a seat.
You're gonna tell me everything I want to know
about my sister.
You're okay with this, right?
Just fun, no strings.
Two work-a-holics, no family, no kids...
We're not the marrying kind.
You don't want to have kids some day?
Uh, maybe.
Eventually, at some point.
- Why are you laughing? - Oh, when you
find someone who is the marrying kind?
That's not what I was saying.
I know. I'm good.
♪ This choice is mine...
Actually you are. Okay. Let's go.
Bye. Bye.
Bye. ♪ Take my love away
Can I go get a coffee?
Sure.
Leave your phone.
Hey, come on!
You're leaving already, Jane Sadler?
You can't lave this party. It's amazing.
We were just getting beyond pleasantries
and moving on to intimacy.
We were maybe just about to share
our first inside joke together.
Yeah, these parties really aren't my thing.
Me, either. I can't stand them.
This one in particular's really bad.
I think we're picking the perfect time to leave.
I'd offer you a ride,
but you probably have a personal driver?
Yeah, right. Or a husband?
Do you have a... is there a guy about to pick you up?
Mate, Jane Sadler?
Does she have a husband?
Is this him?
Come on, do you have a husband?
Come on, do you have a husband or not?
Everyone must want to marry you.
I don't have a husband.
- Thanks. - You want one?
Actually, not really.
Good. Great.
Just give me 10 minutes to, uh, change your mind.
You can dump me at any major intersection.
I won't take it personally.
What do we do now, just sit around and pray?
Well, this is the job...
Put out a net and see what comes in.
Friend of yours?
Hey, Jane. I'm so sorry this is happening.
- The studio asked you to come, I'm sure. - Of course they did.
Mm-hmm.
They want me to talk to you...
and I think you know what I'm gonna say.
Shutting down is gonna cost the studio a ton,
- and they don't want to do it. - Obviously.
And they don't want the PR nightmare.
Look, I can't worry about the studio right now.
Production can start up once I get my kid back.
No, they can't. Isabel is locked
into a movie next week.
Network will cut its loses. They'll pull the show, Jane.
All that work for nothing.
And not just your work... Everyone's.
Think of others, Jane.
I've been on this thing for months.
The network loves you.
They'll put you on another cop show.
You can recycle your pitches.
I get it... You want to protect your kid,
but you don't have to call me a hack while you do it.
I didn't say that. You're not a hack.
You know, you got something to say,
- now's the time to say it. - I don't.
Yeah, you do.
Fine.
You're amazingly talented, you have a million ideas,
I'm jealous of your ideas,
but you never write from a place of truth.
I mean, come on, you're an African-American gay man.
There must be an awful lot to say about that.
Being a black gay man is not a skill.
It's who I am. It's not what I do.
W-What's wrong with writing from a place of honesty?
I mean, come on.
You need to just have the courage
to crack it open, get real.
Yeah, well, look where that got you.
Amira.
What are you doing here?
Um, I work here.
Oh. You said you worked for the city.
You never said that you were a cop.
I'm not a cop.
I'm an aide... a glorified secretary, very boring.
Mack, let's go.
I'll call you later, okay?
Oh. Okay.
Bye.
Who was that?
My girlfriend.
Someone's birthday present?
Something like that.
Okay. I'll get right to it.
He's a former Narcotics officer... Angus Tremblay.
He's 36 years old. He's 5'9". African-American.
License plate... two, sierra, bravo, india, six, five, three.
We've issued a BOLO.
Now, that stands for "Be On the Look Out."
I just need a little more time here, Ray.
Listen to me, this isn't what you think.
♪♪
Phone's broke...
for about an hour.
♪♪
Addys, boomers, vikes, and then I got my ladies...
Mary Jane and Lucy.
What's Lucy?
LSD... "Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds."
Right.
Yeah, it's getting really popular again
with the ayahuasca crowd.
Everyone's looking for enlightenment, you know?
Or an excuse.
An excuse for what?
Not taking responsibility.
Jane will make a mistake
and then, instead of being honest about it,
she just escapes...
into work, into drugs, whatever.
Your sister doesn't take LSD.
She's not into that stuff.
Which ones does she take?
Addys.
Performance enhancers.
Like steroids?
Showrunning is like the Major Leagues, you know?
You got to be at your peak if you want to compete.
All this time, she was using training wheels.
No, this is for endurance, not talent.
You think every kid with weed and a guitar
turns into Bob Marley?
Look at this one.
On the outside, it's all smiles,
all innocent and friendly, but it's not innocent.
This pill's a liar.
It's dangerous, it messes with your head,
it... it tricks you into feeling like...
What does it do?
It makes you feel like it's all love.
You should take one.
Why?
Well, if you took one of these...
I could touch your arm like this...
and you would feel it everywhere.
♪♪
Bye-bye! Oh!
- Ahh! - No, you don't.
You... No!
Please don't go!
I'll eat you up, like a...
Black, right?
Coffee?
Thanks.
I talked to your studio.
We came to a compromise. They're gonna continue production,
but they'll pull the show off the air until Lake is found.
Oh, thank God.
I'm sure they spun it to work in their favor.
Mm.
Mr. Davids implied that, well... and not so subtly,
in my opinion... That it could be
a ratings boost for the final episodes.
Any calls about Gus?
Not yet.
I have another meeting to go to, more fallout.
You know you're a political ticking time bomb.
I've been called worse.
Hmm.
You saw the press conference.
That wasn't a press conference.
It was a circus.
What do you want me to say?
There's a kid missing.
And rot on your force that you just acknowledged to the world.
Not rot, one bad apple.
Tremblay was sleeping with the mother, the TV writer,
it got out of hand.
She was on national television talking to him
like he's the victim in all of this.
I gave her a statement to read.
She went off book.
What's the story with this guy?
Who'd he kill at this casita?
Nobodies... bangers. It's nothing to worry about.
Look, we're gonna get him.
I have to respond. Loudly...
Investigation, Inspector General,
full public inquiry... All of it.
Chris, I am this close to saving that kid,
catching Tremblay.
Just let me bring him in first.
Then I'll do whatever you need...
Everything on the table.
All right.
Hermano,
I got your back.
Yeah, that's the problem.
You go down, you drag me with you, Hermano.
There he is.
Hey.
You finally managed to get your ass suspended, huh?
Well, it was better than being transferred to evidence.
Hey, don't knock it. I'm living easy.
Besides, I don't like taking too many risks.
Ah, relax. The casita case is closed.
Besides, evidence would've been bagged and stored
a long time ago if you was any good at your job.
Yeah, well, lucky for you, I'm not.
Personal effects from your Jane Doe.
Made by Madura.
How does a casita B-girl afford this?
Maybe it's not real.
Let me walk you back in.
Hey, you're back.
Does Gomez know you're here?
Just came to get a few things. Won't be a moment.
Heard you on the radio.
Brass must've had a stroke.
Yeah. Brass needed a rewrite.
Everyone thinks this is because of my relationship with Gus.
I don't know. Maybe it is.
It's not your fault.
Don't go buying into all that.
Thanks.
Did you find out anything about the girl...
Casita Victim Number One?
I'm on it.
What, did you get lost on the way to your couch?
Barn-burner... Had to see how it ended.
Did you hear something?
We just got a hit on Tremblay.
He was at a store near San Jacinto
about an hour away. We're headed up there right now.
We'll let you know what we find.
San Jacinto...
What? Does it ring a bell?
Kind of.
Because we don't have any record of a cabin that belongs...
- Did you check in on Quinn? - Quinn O'Farrell?
They were buddies. Maybe they bought a cabin together.
Detective Fontana.
Let me come with you.
No. That's not gonna happen.
I... You need me. I'm the one he'll talk to.
I'm your negotiating tool.
Fine.
Not you. You know this is my handle.
Yeah, and I pulled you off it,
and then you suspended yourself, remember?
Quinn O'Farrell has a cabin in San Jacinto.
Hmm. Let's go.
Just let me know if he's there.
Yeah.
♪♪
Okay, well, if you can't get Ross' team
then get Martinez. We need people here now.
What is it?
It's nothing. It's fine.
Don't tell me... You're getting married.
I can spot a romantic from across the room.
It's my gift.
Is this one of yours?
Yes, this is one of ours... An older piece.
We update our designs every few years
to keep them unique.
But you're sure it's the real thing?
You really shouldn't buy jewelry on eBay.
Detective Bird, L.A.P.D.
I need to know the value of this,
and any information you got on file.
Okay. Right.
Um, do you have a receipt, a name, a date of purchase?
My second wife had our rings engraved.
Jeweler sent it out... You should have a record, right?
I'll search the database and see what comes up.
Appreciate it.
♪♪
You're so hot.
Oh!
What the...?
PJ. What's up, man?
Oh, that's my shirt.
What... what... what are you even doing back here?
Uh, I-I was, um, just looking for the phone charger,
but I'm gonna leave you guys to it.
Not it, but whatever.
Should I put this back on, or we just...?
Okay.
It was nice meeting you.
What are we doing?
As soon as SWAT gets here, we go in.
But he could already be gone.
He could be on the run with Lake.
And if he's up there and we go in half-cocked?
♪♪
"Audentes Fortuna luvat."
I had a date once... Had this tattooed on his arm.
Never asked him what it meant.
"Fortune favors the bold."
Not that night, it didn't.
Here we go.
Request for appraisal about a year ago.
Your bracelet was valued at $10,000.
10 grand?
Who requested the appraisal?
A Ms. Rosita Gonzalez.
She got an address, credit card?
Just don't tell me she paid in cash.
There's an address, but not from Ms. Gonzalez.
Then who?
The original buyer...
I assume Ms. Gonzalez's husband, boyfriend?
Christopher Gomez.
Can I get this printed out, please?
Yeah.
♪♪
Buddy, any luck tracking down Tremblay at the cabin?
I need the address.
This is my damn case, now give me the address.
No. No, I am not calling county.
This isn't some tweaker in a Winnebego.
This is one of ours, so what is the ETA?
Good. We'll be ready.
Backup?
SWAT's gonna be here in five minutes.
We're going in.
You stay right here, no matter what happens, you understand?
- Yeah. - Good.
Oh, keep her safe.
Please, God, keep her safe.
♪♪
Tremblay!
This is Commander Gomez.
We need to talk!
♪♪
Gus?
Wait! Get over here!
No, no, no! No, you can't go in there!
I can go in! Jane...
I can talk to him. He'll talk to me.
- No, you can't! - Yes, I can.
Son of a... Gus?
Cover me.
Gus, it's me...
I need to get you back to your car.
No, no, no. I'm fine. It hit my vest.
I didn't do anything!
I don't have her kid!
4-King-43. Shots fired.
Gus?
Gus, I'm coming in!
Gus... Gus, it's just me.
Oh, Gus, please.
This has all got out of hand.
It's my fault.
Please. Come on. Come out.
Please.
Gus.
Okay.
Where's Lake?
Where's Lake, Gus?
Where is she?
You have to tell me where she is.
Please. This has to stop.
Sadler, I don't have her.
Look, I don't know what they did to turn you around, but...
You know me, Sadler!
You know me.
Look, we just need...
♪♪
Cabin's secure... No sign of the kid.
No, no, no.
She's here. I know she's here.
I'll be better.
I promise I'll be good.
Hey, Jane. Jane!
I'll be good.
I promise I'll be good.
Hey. Did they find Lake?
Jane. Talk, baby.
Talk to me. What happened?
Are you okay? Jane?
John, what are you doing here?
♪♪
Mama! Oh, God!
Oh, my God! Lake!
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God, Lake.
Mama, I missed you so much.
Oh, my... I want to go home.
Yes... Can we go home, please?
Yes, baby.
Yes, we... Yes, baby, we can go home.
Yes, baby, we can go home.
Mm.
Oh, thanks.
Hey, you want half a bagel?
Yeah, that'd be great.
Um, look, Pete, I...
Ali, there but for the grace of God,
I... You don't have to explain anything to me.
Well, I know, but I-I think I need to.
Um...
Tom lied to me.
Yeah, what, about his other woman?
Yeah.
Seriously?
No...
Not exactly.
Just listen.
I was really angry, and I got drunk,
and I did something... Almost...
I almost did something phenomenally stupid.
Hey, been there.
Can I talk to you?
Um...
Can we do that? Can I talk to you?
Yeah.
- Okay. - Hey. Hang on. It's Jane.
Hey, what's up?
♪♪
What?
Yes. Ali's right here. They find her?
We'll both come straight in.
Did they find her? They found her!
Oh, my God! They found her!
- Aah! - Oh, my God.
♪ Hush, little baby, don't say a word ♪
Oh, my God.
♪ Mama's gonna buy you a...
An American Girl with a pink dress.
♪ An American Girl with a pink dress ♪
♪ And if that American Girl with a pink dress doesn't... ♪
♪ Dance ♪
♪ ...dance, Mama's gonna buy you a... ♪
♪ Pair of purple pants ♪
♪ ...pair of purple pants ♪
Well, congratulations, sir.
Yeah. Okay.
Let's, uh... Let's save the back-rubs for later, folks.
We've got a lot of work to do to shut this thing down, okay?
I want a press release written within the hour,
forensics on my desk by morning, okay?
What are you guys waiting for, autographs?
Come on. Let's go. Go, go, go.
♪ And if those skinny jeans are too tight ♪
♪ Mama's gonna buy you a...
♪ A teddy bear night light ♪
♪ ...teddy bear night light ♪
I like that one.
She's beautiful.
Hey.
Come in and say hi.
You must be Lake.
I've heard so much about you.
Mm.
Ohh. That's quite a grip you got there.
This is Detective Bird.
He helped me find you.
No, I didn't do much.
Looks like we got Commander Gomez
to thank for that.
What is it?
Nothing.
Just glad to see this... You two.
We don't get enough happy endings in this job.
You take care, all right?
You did everything, you know?
You believed me.
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Thanks.
How are you feeling? Ah, could be worse.
Must feel odd, huh...
Watching someone else wrap up your case.
It's not about me or my collars.
I'm just happy they're both okay.
Yeah, well, they are.
And despite your lapse, you did have a hand in getting us here.
So...
I need you back.
Good. 'Cause I'm coming back.
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