True Detective

It's been 66 days

since the alleged murderers of Vinci city manager Ben Caspere

engaged police in one of the deadliest shoot-outs in state history.

The so-called Vinci Massacre

was determined closed by Attorney General Geldof,

who used the conference to announce his candidacy for governor.

Benjamin Caspere was a corrupt individual

and he was killed by the dangerous psychopaths

who engineered the tragedy in Vinci.

In examining how to protect

the state's most overlooked places,

I can finally only come to one conclusion.

No comment yet from the governor.

In other news, construction is expected to break ground

next week on the state's central rail line.

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Help you with something?

Security, hmm?

Frank Semyon.

Stick with what you know.

You didn't have to quit. I told you that.

None of that went down right.

State came in.

Better to walk before they make you run.

We'd have helped you with that.

Geldof closed the case. You're clear.

He's saying the Mexicans did Caspere?

Anybody come to you asking about that?

Caspere, the Mexicans?

You and Teague, he talk to you much when you were working together?

What did you come here for, Lieutenant?

Learned some things about Dixon.

Wondered if you knew anything.

Anything about what things?

He had a lot of photographs, some other stuff.

Might've been into some people.

Bought another Charger.

Yeah.

I appreciate a good rut.

Well, I gotta tell you-- sorry about this--

but these row houses

are reserved for municipal employees.

And now that you're not one...

You fucking evicting me?

Hey, I got them to give you 60 days.

And I wanted to come tell you myself.

Come on, Ray,

you don't want to live here anymore.

I gotta go to work.

Sure.

Thank you.

This is short 200.

I told you about this. What do I tell Mr. Frank?

He can buy beer, he can pay the rent.

Tell him to have it tomorrow or I'll put you on an ICE bus.

Immigration, do you understand?

Okay.

Jesus Christ.

Sexual harassment's a political tool.

You pay a compliment, a chick lawyers up.

That shit's about looks, too.

Difference between something like what I'm here for and flirting

is how good-looking a dude is.

How's that fucking fair?

Now, this reflex to project blame upon the victim

is going against the sorts of habits we want to encourage.

Detective Bezzerides, how do you feel about your actions?

Can I just ask, what the fuck are you doing here?

Who wouldn't want her sexually harassing you? Am I right?

See, that kind of thing there

could be considered inappropriate.

What? It was a compliment.

Oh, it's all right. It's all right.

I understand.

But I don't know.

I mean, what can I say?

I...

just really like big dicks.

Yeah.

It's not just length.

Everybody's always talking length, but-- it's fine.

I mean, girth, too.

I really want to have trouble handcuffing the thing, like.

Um, I'm not sure--

you know, that might be taken--

What?

I thought you wanted me to share.

This is a safe circle, right?

- Hell, yes, it is. - Hey, let her share, man.

- Yeah. - Yeah.

This man just received a commendation for bravery

for one of the worst firefights in LA County history.

I don't think anyone would argue Mr. Woodrugh's facility for killing.

All right, damn it--

We're amenable to putting this entire matter behind us.

I just want to forget that this terrible thing ever happened

and get on with getting my life back.

I did not do anything.

And I am innocent.

Black Mountain. Pandhar village.

I wasn't there.

I wasn't at Pandhar.

How many men did you kill then?

How many at Vinci?

We want any violation involving this incident dropped.

And we want Miss Lindel's earlier probation violation expunged.

That was your publicist, right?

Got the tabloids to try smearing him?

And now you feel okay about dropping the allegation?

I've learned a lot in therapy.

I'm listening to my higher power.

I saved lives in Vinci.

Oh, and did they fully account

for whose bullets killed those civilians?

Yeah, they did.

I just don't want what happened to me to happen to anybody else.

Detective Woodrugh works insurance fraud now.

So you got him off the street.

Congratulations.

Are we still talking?

You're going for the deal, so take it.

She is a fucking liar.

I think we're past all the name-calling.

We could still pursue a civil case, Mr. Woodrugh.

Detective Woodrugh.

Rate's changed.

I need you to offer me an old-times'-sake price.

Frank, man, this economy?

Start me a tab, Lloyd.

Frank Semyon?

Who are you?

Our name is Gonzales. We work here.

How's that, friend?

We had an arrangement with Santos.

Nobody's seen him.

Long time now.

We heard.

So it is time to ratify our arrangement.

We never had one.

And I don't need partners.

Door's in the same place, amigo.

Can I help you, Cisco Kid?

The fuck?

Frank, what the fuck are you doing in here?

Ship seems a little loose today.

Micro naps, Frank.

Michelangelo took 'em.

You remember Archeron Waste Management?

You sold it off.

After we sprinkled that corridor valley with heavy metals.

So?

So it's closed.

The guy I sold it to, Ali Komunyakaa,

who I never saw finish a beer,

gets drunk and drives off a hillside in Ventura.

All of a sudden.

Not everyone has our physical fortitude, Frank.

Like Caspere.

Ben was king fuck of pad pulling.

You deal with pimps,

you get pimpish results, Frank.

Couple months back,

you said that there were outside interests looking at the poker room.

Who?

Foreign interests.

Some fuck. I don't remember.

I haven't been in touch since.

Your boy hasn't moved to Oakland.

I've noticed.

No.

But you moved to Glendale.

Shame, that.

Mm-hmm.

And your kid Tony.

My family ain't your concern, boychik.

You've been running girls through the poker room.

Not so much as a heads up to me.

Penance is an extra five a month.

Get out of my office, Frank.

Next time, wait for an invitation.

I'll let you get back to your process, then,

Michelangelo.

Mr. Semyon.

You don't direct me, Khe Sanh motherfucker.

I'm Chinese.

Ben, go stand in front of the fucking tank.

Mr. Velcoro was a person of interest

in a state investigation into corruption.

Which yielded nothing.