Murder in the First

Get me a Dad's. Wintergreen.

And everything in the register.

Okay. No problem. No problem.

Just stay calm.

I am calm. Open it.

Okay, put it in the bag. You're doing good.

No, wait. Don't...

Where did you get the gun?

Oakland. All legal.

So, Mr. Samnang, you mentioned the victim pointed the gun at you.

Yes.

Ah. But when we arrived, the gun was stuck in his pants.

I don't know. Things happened fast. I see my life before my eyes.

So you don't know whether he pulled the gun out or not?

You don't understand. People afraid of you.

But me? I'm afraid all day long.

I was robbed three times last year by men with guns.

Police come too late.

Okay, I believe that's all we need.

If you have any questions or need anything from us,

here's my card.

You mind if we just see the, uh, security footage?

Just to confirm what you told us.

No problem. You see I did the right thing.

I stand my ground, like they say.

3x02 Tropic of Cancer

So bullet was .22 caliber.

And it bounced around inside like you'd expect.

And then I'm still waiting for some more interesting stuff.

Something more interesting than the cause of death?

I think so.

For starters, I sent blood samples to toxicology

to see if he was taking any enhancements.

Enhancements? You think he was juicing?

Well, P.E.D.'s help in two major ways.

They increase lean muscle mass

and then they speed recovery from injuries.

So here you have a guy who had 5% body fat,

and his muscles have muscles on top of them.

But if you dig a little deeper,

then you'd find out what the game actually did to him.

So he had global ligament damage on both ankles.

He had twice torn and repaired ACL.

He had surgically repaired

subscapularis and supraspinatus.

My point is, you know, you have this 30-year-old guy

who's got the body of a senior citizen.

You know, so I'd be shocked if he wasn't taking something

to help him play at that kind of level.

But then even that doesn't explain the biggest find I had.

What was that?

Oh, he had a-an aortic aneurysm, about 3 centimeters.

Aneurysm. Now that can be fatal, right?

Yeah, it can be.

I mean, for the average person, you monitor it,

and then you operate if the aneurysm grows,

like another centimeter.

But Normandy's cardiovascular system

was taking such a beating every day

that his aorta could've popped, like,

next time he stepped on the field.

So do you think he knew he had it?

No, I think the doctors would've said, you know,

"you have to have this operated on."

So I don't think he knew. I mean,

he's a world-class athlete in the prime of his life.

And, you know, last thing he was thinking about was

death by natural causes.

Well, how would the team doctors not have found it?

I mean, he just got a $77 million extension, right?

So would he not have had a physical at some point?

I don't know.

Maybe echocardiograms aren't part of the deal, you know?

The teams with all that money...

They just care about shoulders, elbows, and knees.

But they missed a time bomb sitting right up in his chest.

Forget about how you think

you feel about me personally for a second.

This is a high-profile, easy win, right?

I am dropping a ripe piece of fruit in your lap right now.

Well, you know, Ken, I'm not gonna beg you,

so it's your loss. Oh.

Maybe you have to be an actual criminal to get

one of these defense attorneys to represent you.

Why you dressed like that?

You know, it's time for school.

- I'm not going. - Why not?

'Cause I don't want to spend the whole day hearing about

how my father's a drunk and a murderer.

And you're okay with that?

Normandy Parker's girlfriend,

pop sensation Alicia Barnes, refuses to comment.

Meanwhile, police are on the hunt for

Mr. Parker's close associate and childhood friend,

- Billy James... - You don't have anything earlier?

No, it's just I was under the impression

that it was important for me to see the doctor

as soon as possible. So...

Right, well, it'll have to, I guess. Thank you.

Oncologist can't see me for a week.

Oh, well. Just another million cancer cells, right?

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Hey.

This, uh...

This whole thing you're going through,

it's a... it's a life changer, you know?

To say the least.

It's a lot to handle...

just all on your own.

You need help.

So...

I think I should move in with you.

- What? - Yeah.

- Hey. - What's up?

What's happening?

Jesus. What's with all the kombucha?

We're cops, for Christ's sakes.

You should try it.

Come on. Come on. Take a walk with me.

This is gonna be a shitty conversation,

but we... we gotta have it, okay?

Minimum, we're talking months of chemo.

There are gonna be days when you won't be able

to get out of bed, much less, uh, cook or do laundry

or even take Louise to school.

You know, she's gonna need somebody to be there

in a way where you can't be.

And I wanna be that person.

All right, now I don't wanna make you uncomfortable.

You know, I'll sleep on the couch or... or whatever.

But...

Hildy, you and Louise

are the closest thing I have

to family now,

so I wanna take care of you.

I wanna help you beat this thing.

I was there when your wife died, Terry.

I saw what you went through, how paralyzed it made you.

Please don't try to turn this on me, okay?

You're looking for a second chance,

and I'm obviously not in the position to say no.

But...

the really shitty conversation that we need to have

is the fact that, no matter what we do,

the odds are...

you're gonna lose me.

Hey.

Mnh-mnh.

So who's our first victim?

Daphne Parker, Normandy's ex-wife.

Daphne...

What you got?

Uh...

Let's see.

Looks like soon-to-be ex-wife, according to SLY.

They're still hashing things out.

This your new homework?

I need a distraction. Yeah.

Ooh. Heads up.

Hey, Alicia.

Can I get a picture? It's for my daughter.

Sure.

Awesome. Thank you.

You two. We need to talk.

Okay, well, I'm all about talkin'.

Right this way.

So...

I wanna know who made the leak to the press

calling my client "uncooperative."

Ah, what leak?

They all quoted an SFPD source,

and you're the two cops who came sniffing around.

So do me a favor. Cut the bullshit.

Okay. Uh... Andy, is it?

Andrew. Lippman.

Okay, Andy, you need to go back out, come back in,

and reconsider the tone that you're using with me.

Oh, you got a problem with his language?

I'm getting death threats.

Normandy's fans want to kill me.

You need to issue an apology.

You're playing this all wrong, Alicia.

Oh, you think I'm playing?

No, I think you're legitimately scared.

I get it.

But this is a homicide investigation.

And whether you like it or not, you are in it.

So stop pointing fingers and start figuring out

who your real friends are.

Do you understand?

The SFPD are my friends...

until I don't do exactly what they want.

Then they start talking shit about me to the press.

"TheWhiteBitchDidlt" is trending on Twitter.

Thanks, friend.

You think that has anything to do with the video

with you threatening him on it?

You mean outside the Ferry building?

- Mm-hmm. - Yeah.

I got in his face for, like, 30 seconds.