Truth Be Told

In the Old Testament,it's called the "Akedah."

God asks Abraham to sacrifice his son,Isaac, to prove his faith.

And Abraham does it without a peep.

That is,until an angel of the Lord stays his hand.

Abraham has passed his test,and he is rewarded,

becoming the father of a nation.

Owen Cave faced his own Akedah,

proving his faith in the lawby sacrificing his son.

Which memberof the Menlo Park Police Department

first identified your sonas the main suspect?

I did.

And, like Abraham,Owen passed his test and was rewarded.

In his case, rising to the highest officeto lead his department.

Eighteen years, ten months, 24 days.

That's how long Warren Cave has satin prison for the murder of Chuck Buhrman.

But has the right Cavebeen serving that time?

Did Warren Cave come to believe

that maybe his father's Akedahwasn't just a test?

Was he a sacrificefor the sins of his father?

That's not Niecey, is it? Your grandbaby?

You've seen her more than her father.Ain't that a bitch?

You listen to your grandmother, okay?

Don't wanna end up in herelike your daddy.

All right now.

Next.

Poppy Parnell. To see Warren Cave.

You don't have clearance.

Check again, please. P-A-R-N---It's plain as day, ma'am.

You no longer have authorizationto visit this inmate

or any other inmate in this facility.

What?

On whose authority?-Not my department.

Next.-Can I leave a message?

No.

Look, I'm just trying to--

I know what you're trying to do.I don't give a shit.

And your white boy got shanked.

Step aside, please. Next.

Where's Officer Hill?

Somewhere else.

The warden doesn't want you tryingto stay here longer than you have to.

You're out on Saturday.

I'm obligated to tell you we can releaseyou into protective custody or gen pop.

Gen pop.

You wouldn't last a day.

That podcastmade you the homecoming queen.

Gen pop.

Sooner the better.

Got it. It's your death warrant.

Heard some reporter's crusading for you.

Do you really thinkyou getting out of here?

I used to think that.

Pine box, my next home.

I'm getting out,but I'm never leaving these grounds.

You ain't either.

Hey, Ingram, I need your help.-What do you need?

Thank you.

Good afternoon.-Coffee?

I was denied access to Warren Caveat Quentin this morning.

I need adviceon how to get back in to see him.

Did they give you a reason why?

No. He was in the infirmary, but---Why?

He was shanked by another prisoner.

"Shanked"?-Stabbed.

But that wasn't the reason for the denialas far as I can tell.

Do I have any legal recourse?

No.

Does the inmate's defense attorneyhave any objection

to you continuing to see the defendant?

He doesn't have one.

Well, his attorney could designate youas an investigator for the defense team,

therefore allowing youcontinued access to the client.

Would that work?

We can look into it.

It's not like Ingramto stonewall me like that.

At least that pretty young thing of hishad some good ideas.

Her little slipup is useless though.

It would take days to get to Warren likethat, and he's already been attacked once.

Is there anyone you can check withto at least find out if he's safe?

Not at Quentin.

I'm pretty sure Owen Cavetook away my clearance.

What are you gonna do?

There are zero degrees of separationbetween the streets and prison.

Drugs, phones, information.

Penitentiary walls stop nothing.

What?

I always forget this side of you.

It's always there just below the surface.

Would your father help you with this?

Not in a million and one years.

There's a guy he used to tradefavors with. A biker named Jerbic.

Daddy did a ton of business with himback in the day.

Hey.

Let me ask you something.

What the hell are you doing?

Is that how you start conversations?

Where you at, Pop?

Heading over the bridgeto handle some business.

Yeah. On Foothill Boulevard.And don't lie. 'Cause Noa called me.

I've been in worse places before.

I'll be fine, Markus.

Why are you playing death wish oversomething you don't even know is true?

I know.

Only two people know,and one of them is dead.

Listen. -No, you listen.

All this you're doingtells me you ain't telling me the truth

about a whole lot of shit.

You know how I know?

Because I used to be a cop,and I used to be your man.

I need to see Jerbic.

I'm Shreve's daughter.

Desiree?

Poppy. His oldest.

Let her in.

Thank you.

So you came in here aloneto parley on a hunch?

I gambled that the history betweenyou and my father would mean something.

Based on what?

Well, you're one and the same. Outlaws.

Different color though.

Remember when yougot out of Quentin in '84?

My father rode by your sidewith all of the Capstones.

Oakland remembers that shit.The world remembers that shit.

Two hundred motorcyclesclogging the highway.

Black motorcycle captain riding with you.

Remember you waved to meat the back of that Monte Carlo

when you gunned itto the front of the line.

Oh, shit.

Why didn't Shreve hook this up?

Because the man I'm trying to helpis Brotherhood.

Journalism makes strange bedfellows.

I'm trying to help someone whose lifemay be in danger because of me.

I need to get a message to him...with your help.

Hey, Herbie.-Hey, Poppy. You drinking?

We keep this bottle hereespecially for you.

I don't remember that kid.-God.

You remember.The boy was slim as a whisper.

Anyway, he's up on the roof whenhe hears the gunshots, pow, pow, pow.

So he starts shimmying upto the drainpipe, right?

By the time the shit had stopped,

he had wedged himself so far upunder the thing he couldn't get out.

We could not find his ass.He was afraid to holler.

His old lady was the one who found him.

Then waltzed him in here talkin' about

we need to break him offa little more of the take.

You know what? We did too.

Keep her ass quiet.

Hey, Daddy.

Hey, sweetheart.Did you come to see your sisters?

Nope, I thought I'd come to see you.

Coming to mass this Sunday?

Yup.-Ingram?

Hey, Daddy.-Oh, look at you.

Hey! Lookit here.I don't drop nothing but pretty babies.

What y'all talking about?-Glory days.

Oh, "Story of a Rebel" number 596?

You don't believe people used to quakewhen they heard my name?

They still do.-There.

See? That's what's up.

So what happened to the fool on the roof?

He got killed in a shoot-outwith the police about a year later.

Whole club drove out to the funeral.

Had East 14th shut down for ten miles.

Who's that?

Here we go.

Hello? -Jerbic told me to call you.

Excuse me, Daddy.

I tried to visit you today,and they told me you were attacked.

Look, I don't have much time.

I only have one question.

Did you know about your mother's affairwith Chuck Buhrman?

That's enough.

Yes.

How?

I saw them together.

I love you.

Melanie.

Did anyone else know about it?

My father.

Owen knew? Are you sure?

He knew for months.

Before the murder?

Yeah.

How do you know?

I told him.

What are you doing here?

Why did you lie?

What are you talking about?-Your affair with Chuck Buhrman.

Did Owen know about the affair?

Of course not.

Isn't that the whole point?Keeping it from your spouses.

Owen had a rock-solid alibi,if that's where you're headed.

Did anyone else know?

Erin suspected, but she suspectedany woman that came into Chuck's orbit.

You believed Erin's alibi?

Anyone who knew Erinbelieved Erin's alibi.

What would have been more unbelievable

would be if she hadn't passed out drunkfor a night.

Mom?

What?