Sugar

Haven't been sleeping well.

Nightmares.

Doubt I'm the only one these days.

Although Wiley looked pretty rested.

- Hello. - Good morning.

Good morning. Everything okay?

Yeah, I'm just calling to check in and say good morning.

Well, thank you. Good morning.

- How's your dog? - He's not my dog, okay?

He's a dog. And he's a dog who snores and kicks in his sleep.

So he's... Unfortunately, he's...

What's the word?

Unhaltbar ? Okungaphatheki?

Untenable.

Right. Yeah, he's an untenable dog.

I better get to work,

but I was wondering, have you heard anything?

About the Siegel girl?

Yeah.

You mean, since you called me four hours ago?

No, it's all been quiet on my end.

Okay. That's good. We'll talk later. Thanks for...

Sugar, I'm gonna say it again. I don't like this case for you.

I know.

Why does she keep saying that? What's she so worried about?

I mean, other than the drugs and bad dreams,

and sometimes my hand shakes,

I'm fine.

Another beautiful day in California.

Hey, I've been calling you.

Sorry. I needed to sleep. I turned my phone off. What's wrong?

Last night, this man ...

Sorry. I'm... I'm making breakfast. This man came over,

- asking about Carmen and about you. - Shit.

I didn't say anything. I played dumb.

"What do I know about my sister

- " and her business?" Right? - Okay.

I just don't think that they believed me.

So sorry to bother you, but my kids are here,

and this guy really freaked me out.

- It's okay. I'm on my way. - Okay.

Seriously?

I... I didn't mean to.

Great job, Teresa. Super-duper.

Hey. You okay?

I'm so sorry, but I had no choice.

There she is. Finally. Melanie Matthews.

Charlie is an old friend I like to work with.

Yep.

A civilian, but I trust her.

I was in the shower.

Uh-huh. What's up?

Where?

Okay. I'm on my way.

Right now she's got eyes on Melanie Matthews.

Not that I think Melanie is behind Olivia's disappearance.

But after my talk with her yesterday, it's clear

she knows more than she's letting on.

- Hey. Sugar got a dog? - Hey, Charlie.

He's not mine. How long has she been in there?

Eight and a half minutes.

How was she? How did she seem?

I don't know, Suge. She seemed like a lady driving her car

- from one place to another. - Uh-huh.

- What, you think Olivia Siegel's in there? - I don't know who's in there, Charlie.

See that brand-new F-150 truck?

- Yeah. - It's a nice truck, huh?

- For a neighborhood like this, it's nice. - Uh-huh.

You see the truck across the road? Exact same, F-150.

You see the creepazoidal sitting in the front seat?

He's not listening to music. He's not on his cell phone. Eyes wide.

- Oh, yeah. He's working. - Uh-huh.

I don't like it.

I'm gonna go take a look.

If I'm not back in, say, ten?

Got it. And I'll get their license plates to Ruby.

Okay.

Again, like I said, I have no idea.

- Right. - But since your friend Clifford is

an asshole and a wife-beater and... from what I can see

the prime suspect in Teresa's sister's murder case,

if I did know where he was,

I would have said something to the cops long before you ever asked.

I think you're lying.

I honestly don't know.

Oh, my God. I can't... Let's try something different.

Vasquez, as in Carmen.

Breakfast boy, would you bring the...

Olivia connects to Carmen Vasquez

connects to Clifford Carter connects to Melanie...

No, I hear you. It definitely tracks. The...

The logic part tracks for me.

But on an illogical, like, intuitive level

connects to whoever the hell's upstairs,

- so... - Shit.

Not now. I've gotta go.

Not now.

I think you're lying, but I'm not completely sure

because you made some logical points.

So, we're going to put your friend Teresa's hand inside this blender...

Not now.

- Turn it on... - What?

- And see what happens. - What?

You'll scream, of course. We know that.

- The kids will hear you scream... - Please, don't.

And start to cry.

- But what will you do? - Please stop.

What will you say about Cliff then?

That's what I'm really curious about.

Come on.

So let's see.

- No, no! Please! - Okay! Jesus Christ, I'll tell you!

- Oh, I know. - No!

Stop it!

Teresa, open up!

Teresa, open the door!

Teresa, I know you're in there. I can hear you. Open the door. Come on.

The more, the merrier.

Come on, Teresa.

We've discussed this, Teresa.

When I ring, you answer.

My bad about the door. We were making smoothies.

Who are... who are these guys?

Who are you, buddy?

First of all, I'm not your buddy. I'm an officer of the court.

Secondly, Teresa Vasquez is my probationer.

You're her PO?

This place is a mess. What are you gonna do?

Did you forget that Child Protective Services are coming in an hour?

You forgot you had an appointment. You forgot. You forgot your... Great.

Right. Everybody out. Come on. Out. You, you, you, you, out.

You stay and help her clean. Get out!

I'm gonna start running fucking IDs

and seeing anyone else in parole violation.

Get out! Come on. Go. Out, buddy. Out.

Nah. Nah, man.

What "nah, nah"? Get out!

That suit? That watch? Oh, no.

A real PO... an actual PO... could work his entire life

and not pay for that shit.

You like the suit?

Why don't you tell me who you are, pal?

I'm strangely tempted. But what if instead...

What?

That'll be Charlie.

What?

What the fuck?

You're coming with me.

- They don't move. - Okay.

Stay.

- Get the kids. - What the fuck, Sugar?

Exactly.

Told you to watch this truck like it was your mother.

I... I know.

Fuck.

- Thank you. - All right.

- All right, Charlie. Get 'em outta here. - Got it. Hey, what about the dog?

Boss.

It's a trick.

Call Manny.

No answer.

- All right. We gotta go. - What? What?

We gotta go.

I can't believe you were following me.

Come on. In. Good boy.

It's all right. I got you.

Well, hello, stranger. This is a pleasant surprise.

I hope you don't mind me showing up like this.

Not calling or nothing.

No, not at all.

Would you like to come in?

So I need a favor.

Of course, you do.

John Steven Sugar, born September 2nd, 1976 in Chagrin Falls, Ohio.

One of two kids. Father's an electrician.

Died when John was 12. Mother, retired teacher.

Let's see. Smart kid.

Got good grades at his public school.

Top of his class at Vassar. After that... and this is interesting

he enrolled at the DLI in Monterey.

That's the Army language school. Super intensive crash course.

Russian, Spanish, Urdu, whatever.

Stuff that takes years to learn, these guys learn in weeks.

No shit.

- So who goes to this place? - Lots of people.

Military officers, future State Department officials,

- future foreign diplomats. - Future spies?

Sure. Who is this guy, Kenny?

Keep digging.

Well, I'm glad nothing happened to you.

Glad you weren't hurt.

You gotta tell me what's going on.

Why were you there?

How do you know Teresa?

I volunteer at a shelter.

I do outreach, helping women get out of abusive relationships.

A while back, I helped Teresa get away from her nightmare of a husband.

And then a month ago, her sister Carmen calls me.

I mean, both great ladies. Both shit luck with men.

And Olivia was helping me then. I mean, she... she loved it.