True Detective

You want milk? Sugar?

Black.

You bang down my door for a staring contest?

A long time ago,

you gave me a man's name on a piece of paper.

I did.

Because you knew what I'd do.

I knew what I'd do.

I didn't know you at all.

Who was he to you, that man?

Me? Nobody.

Some greaser crankhead.

Info come to me,

I pass it on.

Because why not get blackmail on a sheriff's deputy?

That didn't hurt.

But I have a sense of justice.

You know that.

That's why this was so surprising.

That name on the piece of paper,

whoever he was...

he wasn't the man who hurt my wife.

How's that?

They caught the guy last month.

DNA.

I didn't know about it.

I thought the info was solid.

So none of this is a new development.

You've never been in control.

We gonna fight, Raymond?

I would have been different.

Of all the lies people tell themselves,

I bet that's the most common.

I could have.

You fucked me.

I sold my soul for nothing.

If you were selling, it wasn't me buying.

You wanted your hooks in a cop,

so you used my wife's fucking tragedy

to get me to kill somebody.

I didn't get you to do anything.

I gave you a name

and you made your choice.

And that choice was in you before your wife

or any of this other stuff.

It was always there... waiting.

And didn't you use that man

to be what you were always waiting to become?

This thing, your wife--

those are just excuses.

You think you were Superman previous?

And, hey, own it.

You think I'd have done less?

If that's the kind of thing that keeps you out of heaven,

I don't want to go.

Who gave you the name?

Guy one of my guys knew, as I remember.

Told me your story.

Gave up the crankhead talking up the rape.

I never heard of the dude until then. Or you.

He was scum, I know that.

I never even asked him anything.

That guy, I just...

You want out?

You're free.

You ain't had the nerve for this for a while.

I don't want a shoot-out in my fucking kitchen, Raymond.

And I don't want to see you die.

By me or one of my other guys.

I didn't set you up.

And I ain't your suicide ticket.

- ( camera clicking ) - ( police radio chatter )

State lands start at the forest.

Mostly we watch for fires and weed farms.

Some of these shacks have been here since the '30s.

Tech: Scene looks weeks old. Could be a lot more.

Place is totally contaminated.

We'll process, but we might not get anything else.

- You have anything now? - The blood is female.

Dead gonorrhea biophages.

All right, I want a grid search and a cadaver dog.

Jesus Christ. You don't have enough to do?

Give this to Sonoma Sheriff's.

Blake's been running girls

behind your back outside the clubs.

That's not a tremendous surprise.

Ambition fucked him up.

No, it's bigger than you think.

He's got a special stable with Chessani's kid.

Eastern Bloc girls.

Surgery at the Pitlor Clinic, make 'em top gear.

He'll fill me in on it. Don't worry.

You know about these parties they throw?

Rich men.

Politicians, developers.

Caspere was going to these things.

Deals get done.

I need you to give up the man

who tipped you to my rapist.

Give me some time. I'll look him up.

You sure you got time?

On the ropes ain't the same thing as bleeding out.

You know that.

I'm back in the corridor and we're legit.

This past shit you're worked up on,

it can go away.

State's following up, too.

On the DL.

Want my help looking for the girl

who pawned the shit that sent us to the shoot-out.

Irina Rulfo.

We're looking for her, too.

I'm gonna put my other hand up now.

Don't you fucking shoot me, Raymond.

You help me find that hard drive,

I'll give you the man who put you wrong.

Who wants the hard drive?

Corporate guy.

Could be a lot of sensitive footage on that thing.

Where you going now?

To see about killing a man.

You sit back down with a gun on me again...

don't let me see you coming.

I'd like to avoid that, Frank.

Good.

You might be one of the last friends I got.

Wouldn't that be fucked up?

This is part of it. Vinci, Caspere,

those parties we've been talking about.

The missing girl, Vera,

she made her last phone call from that lodge a mile back.

Caspere's GPS put him right here.

Now we've got a scene where a girl's been butchered.

I'm interested in collusions.

And maybe those parties are where your collusions get sealed.

This is important. Somebody died here.

Somebody dies every second of the day

and they're not all lucky enough to do it California.

Uh, ladies, I've been briefed.

I think we've got this now, you don't mind.

This connects to a state's missing persons case, hm?

And we'll be happy to share our findings.

You know of any parties get thrown up here?

A lodge a mile back, off the road?

No, can't say we have. It's private property and not state forest.

Sold it off a few years back.

No noise in the forest? Commotion?

This is my scene, Miss Davis.

So get to it, Sheriff.

Work the girls and the parties.

You work the diamonds.

Figure out where they came from originally.

Maybe we can finger whoever took them.

Velcoro?

He's on the Rulfo girl.

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What?

I thought I killed you.

11 years ago.

Thereabouts.

Maybe I still will.

That right?

Who'd you really kill?

There was a woman,

29 years old.

September 2004.

An attorney.

Dark brown hair.

Underground parking garage downtown.

Yeah, you remember.

They're saying I did a lot of things.

Got a brain condition.