Hand of God

Her name is Melanie Jaswinsky.

Single shot, small caliber,

point blank to the throat.

The last thing she saw on God's green earth

was her killer's face.

I hope it was good-looking.

Purse was found near the body.

One of those big satchel jobs.

Contents were gone.

Lab found traces of cocaine,

yellowish in color.

The good shit.

Drug deal went south?

No prints, no witnesses, no weapon.

We got nothing but a pretty girl with a hole in her throat.

Kick it over to Narcotics.

City controller is busting my stones

on all the overtime hours logged last pay period.

All right.

Hey, out there in radioland, you're listening

to the best station in Stockton.

Don't touch that dial.

The station that makes you want to listen.

Here's what's happening.

A 39-year-old unidentified man

went berserk last night...

- Where are you? - Car broke down.

What am I supposed to do until you get here?

You have to stall.

Wilson, don't wait for Apex.

I need you to get in your car...

Too late. He's here.

Stay on the line.

Are not releasing any information

until they complete their investigation.

- You Apex? - Got the money?

It's on the way.

Suspect's death.

Aah!

Pernell! Wake up, man.

- What? - Goodbye.

What are you, fucking nuts?

Oh, yeah, that's real funny coming from you.

- Yeah. Get out of my house. - Hey...

You gave me three fucking days.

Well, I'm taking them back, just like you took

your support for the name change, Judas.

Judas?

Judas Iscariot with a lariat.

You hung me out to dry.

"Anything for a friend," right.

Don't let the door hit you on the way out.

You think I fucking want to be here? Huh?

I got no place else to go

since you told Crystal about Olinari.

That's what this is about?

You big baby, you're going to put that on me?

You swore your silence. Now she's God knows where.

Because she got a buffoon for a husband...

An old man on a messed-up acid trip.

You drove her away, not me.

I had a shot, Bobo. You took that away.

Look, no more talking, all right? Just get out.

Mind if I put some fucking pants on?

I don't care what you do.

Ask Elvis or Man In the Moon over there

if they want to see your pants on or off.

You do whatever you want.

I'm going to do what the fuck I want.

Yeah, yeah. You can eat my food, right?

You can leave your pubic hairs on my soap.

You can sit there with your totem pole face

in front of my TV.

I don't care. But you know what?

If I come home from work and you're still here,

I'll be calling 911 and telling them I shot an intruder.

Get the fuck out of here.

Crystal?

Honey, are you hurt? Huh?

She's dead.

Wilson's dead.

It's a he.

Wilson's dead.

Okay, Crys.

You got a little hickey from the, uh,

from the air bag. Can you stand?

Come on. Come on, sweetie.

I'm going to help you stand, okay?

Come on. Stand up, baby.

- Ohh. - Okay.

Come on.

I'm taking you home.

I can't leave her.

Him. Yeah, we can. We're going to, okay?

I'm going to call Wildlife Control.

You get in the car, okay? I'll be right back.

Trim's going to get another coat.

You're never satisfied, are you?

We're almost there. We're getting there.

Just got a few little touchups.

Gonna replace the strike plates,

light switch covers.

- Hey. - It should be done today.

Hmm.

It looks beautiful.

S-So what are you going to do with it?

I'm going to put it on the market.

I'm sure it'll go pretty quick.

This neighborhood's on the rise.

So it's not going to be for you?

I got my dream house in escrow, KD.

I don't mind if you stay here until it sells.

I appreciate that.

Hey, I, um...

- This is for you. - Hmm.

Oh, no. That wasn't the deal.

- You know that. - I know that.

I know, but I thought about it,

and you've got this place looking better

- than before the fire. - I'm not...

I think it's fair.

I'm not taking your money.

Put it towards a new truck.

My truck... My truck fits me.

It barely runs.

Oh, but...

Don't you want something nicer?

Ohh.

When I first got out of prison,

I went to the state fair in Sacramento.

Fairly cheap. The food was good.

Lot of people smiling.

It was good for an inmate who taught himself not to.

I'll bet.

They were raffling off this new Cadillac.

5 bucks a ticket.

The money was gonna fund some youth center,

so I bought two, and I won.

- Wow. - Mm-hmm.

So you're lucky.

Well, I was that day.

It was a compact one, but it was real nice.

What happened to it?

Well, I drove it a lot.

And I slept in it a couple of times,

and I played the stereo.

It was the nicest thing I ever owned.

But about a month after they brought it to me,

I ran it into the back of this Spanish guy's truck.

Didn't mess it up too bad.

I didn't have insurance, and I was drunk,

so I just traded him.

Well, no wonder you quit drinking.

Drinking didn't have much to do with it.

I probably would have given it away sober.

I have a hard time

holding on to nice things.

And, uh...

- What? - I need you to call Olinari.

Say whatever it takes to get him here.

Okay.

I'm serious.

Okay, but you really need to see this.

Somebody do something!

And no matter how hard you hit

or how far you run,

there's no escaping Him...

Not for me, not for you, not for anyone...

Because you've been found! You've been found!

There he is.

Worldstar sensation.

I guess, like a half million other people,

he's already seen it.

Tell me he's not going to press charges.

Oh, that's the least of my concerns.

You mind?

Judge Stanton just denied our motion

to postpone voir dire.

But hey, all the evidence is circumstantial.

Me versus McCauley on the likeability scale,

no contest.

I'm not making guarantees,

but shit,

I have pulled off miracles before.

But then...

there's you.

I've heard all this before.

I'm going to be dancing around sketchy DNA,

poking holes in witness testimony,

but the jurors aren't going to care

because they're going to be looking at you

and thinking about the video

where you punched a preacher in the face.

You think she loves me?

- What? - Crystal.

I'm not exactly the guy

you should be asking that question to.

Ah, come on, Nick. You know her. You talk to her.

Love or not, she doesn't want to be with you.

I don't see that changing.