Major Crimes

* MAJOR CRIMES * Season 05 Episode 12 "White Lies Part 2" Precisely Synchronized by srjanapala

Bless me, father, for I have sinned.

It's been three weeks since my last confession,

and in that time, I have lied four times.

And I-I've begun cohabitating with a man

to whom I am not married.

Let's see. He's catholic.

He's divorced, too.

Not that big of a problem.

Your rules, father. Not mine.

Yeah, well, we're working on that.

Give my best to Andy, would you?

Anything else?

I committed a mortal sin.

I killed a man.

To save the lives of others.

The Bible says, "thou shalt not kill."

God forgives these sins

when they're made in the pursuit of justice

and saving the lives of others.

Except that I am not sorry.

What? There is no guilt.

There is no remorse.

There is no compassion for his soul.

In fact, the more I investigated Dwight,

the less human he seems.

Because of what he did in the courtroom?

And beyond, father.

The murders didn't stop there.

She died hard and ugly.

I'd say poison.

See her face? Vomit around her mouth, nostrils.

Signs of massive convulsions,

which probably broke her own spine.

Well, I'm ruling out suicide.

Well, it looks like she had travel plans.

There goes our last eyewitness.

So, our court clerk loaded the gun for Dwight,

forged the signatures on the evidence bag,

then rushed here to Aryan central to what?

To collect her reward?

And then someone makes sure

she never gets to talk about it.

Yeah, just like Dwight, just like Deputy Simms.

Everyone tied to this conspiracy ends up dead.

I don't think Hai Sun had her last supper here.

I mean, there's dried vomit on her mouth,

but nothing on the carpet.

Some of the storm troopers living here

probably knocked her off, rolled her up in the rug,

and dumped the body. How long ago?

Last night? Not too late.

This room's pretty warm. Hard to be precise.

I'm scraping vomit off her mouth,

and maybe Dr. Morales can tell you what she ingested.

Yeah, and that means we have to look everywhere

for the rest of her vomit.

What a wonderful way to spend the afternoon.

[ Crowd shouting indistinctly in distance ]

All right, I'm gonna see what that's about

and if lieutenant Flynn needs a little help.

Can you please remind our local Nazis

that they lost the war a long time ago?

They'll love hearing that from me.

Sir, how late are we going till tonight?

I promised Mark...

Your junior klan member will have to wait, Julio.

We're working here. Sir, since his mother died,

Mark has changed.

If I could just run by home to put him to bed later...

We'll see, Julio.

I mean, right now, we have to think about Hai Sun

and all the questions that she will never answer.

Me and my team can't get any closer

until all these thugs are gone.

Yeah, Mr. Borja, we're working on it.

We can't remove everyone in a day.

I've already started getting threats on my life.

Yeah, I unders... Are you sure you can make

this site safe for my crew?

I agreed to build a shopping center here, not a graveyard.

I understand, Mr. Borja.

Let us do our job, and we'll be sure your people

are allowed to do theirs, risk-free.

All right? I'll get back to you.

What happened with that Graff guy

you and Mike were questioning?

No outstanding warrants, no criminal record.

Just a couple of arrests for civil disobedience.

And we can't hold the idiot

just because Dwight Darnell liked him.

All right, well, try and convince Graff

that calm here is in his best interest.

This is our home.

Why are you trying to take this from us?

This property is being condemned.

Under gross misuse of authority.

Another symbol of how this nation

is being taken over by savages.

You care more for the advancement

of blacks and border-jumpers than you do for the rights

of the people who built this country.

Well, my people helped build this country, too.

Graff, you want to save your speech

for the next Nazi ice-cream social?

This is an abatement of property

known to house unlawful activities,

and if you incite a riot, this place

is gonna look like a prisoner-of-war camp around here.

Okay?

You might tell chief Howard this is gonna get naughtier

before it gets nice.

Hey, you! Old man!

Yeah, I need back in my place right now!

Sir, you'll get access to your apartment

as soon as we finish searching the building.

I got stuff in my apartment.

Hey, do you want to get back before you get hurt?

See, grandpa, you may think you're in charge here...

And now I feel like things are spiraling apart.

I doubt my own sense of right and wrong

and my belief in the justice system and maybe even my faith.

Doubt is a natural response to tragedy.

Those who chase monsters...

Cannot become monsters in the process.

And if I can take another life with no feeling at all,

then I-I don't know who I am anymore.

Talk about a classic lost soul.

Our Vic is a textbook example.

Anything abnormal in the autopsy?

No sign of a struggle. No sign of any assault.

Like you thought... poison.

Hope it was delicious.

Any clue as to what kind? Uh, not yet.

If you could find a toxic agent somewhere on the property,that would help.

Something that would mix with the contents of her stomach.

She didn't throw up everything.

I have some chicken satay, peanut noodles,

a little shrimp curry, and a whole lot of rice.

Death by combo platter.

Someone served her that last meal, someone she trusted.

Can we prove complicity, doctor?

Oh, I think so.

And that is why Hai Sun wins the lost soul of the year award.

What makes a young girl like this

join the White Power Movement?

It's hard to know.

How old is that tattoo?

Over a year, anyway. Why?

Because if she was having an affair with Deputy Simms,

given where that tattoo is located,

he must have seen it several times.

Hai Sun was part of the conspiracy.

And now she's another dead end.

We may have a new Avenue of approach.

Since most of our best suspects are dead,

we returned to the living and checking out their stories.

Wildred Darnell lied to us.

I went back over all the visitors logs,

looking to see if someone connected to Dwight

might have talked to another prisoner,

and though Wildred never saw her son in jail...

Buzz? She did drop in on a Mr. Jerry Vogel

once in a while.

Uh, back in county,

appealing an 11-year sentence for his third DUI.

11 years. That's one hell of a hangover.

Is Mr. Vogel part of the Aryan movement?

Uh, no, ma'am, but the DUI gives him a low-security status.

And in exchange for protection,

he apparently works as Zyklon's errand boy in county.

Do we have video of Vogel's visits to Ms. Darnell?

Just their last. The rest have been deleted.

Uh, the Sheriff's department manages those records, ma'am.

Our dead Deputy strikes again.

But someone please explain how Deputy Erin Simms

agreed to participate in his own murder?

Makes no sense.

Maybe Mr. Vogel can help us understand.

Buzz?

Come on, Jerry, please. It's been nine months.

I need to see him.

Dwight don't want to visit you, Wildred.

Says he has to stay strong for his trial.

All right, then... then at least tell him

that I love him more than anything in the world

and I'm here for him, no matter what.

And if he changes his mind,

you get a message to me, all right?

I'll tell him...

If... next time you're here, you show more boobs.

I walk out here again and don't see tits, I'm leaving.

Jerry.

Jerry.

What a gentleman.

Well, it doesn't sound like code to me.

Anything else turn up from Naziland?

So far, no weapons, no meth,

no ephedrine, and no vomit from our victim.

I've got a list of the contents that were found in her stomach.