Penny Dreadful: City of Angels

Previously on Penny Dreadful: City of Angels...

So then they went back to the beach house,

stayed all night.

We know how this is going to end,

don't we, Randolph?

What do you know about Kurt?

Don't you ever ask

anyone else about Kurt again.

Nice tie.

I couldn't be raped one more time, Peter.

Your best buddy, Jimmy Reilly,

he was murdered last night.

So let's call it what it is:

a declaration of war.

I will fucking shoot you both.

Rio! Rio!

Hands up, son.

Mateo!

Did you kill James Reilly?

With these two hands.

Run!

Long night.

Long night.

Don't beat yourself up.

Guy gave you the slip. It happens.

Seen him around before?

The guy who got away?

Never.

Well, we got this one.

Only a matter of time till we find the rest.

Come on, son.

For Reilly? This little piece of shit?

Take it easy.

This wetback piece of shit

that you put back on the street?

We brought him in, didn't we?

Just him, or did he have help?

We'll determine that when we question the suspect.

Yeah, we sure will.

All right, get him back into the cooler.

You remember the cooler, don't you, Paco?

Yeah, I think you do.

- Hey, step back, Murphy. - The fuck you say?

He's our collar. We'll handle the questioning.

Your collar? He's probably your goddamn cousin!

You saw what they did to him last time.

If you hadn't stopped him, Reilly would still be alive.

What if you hadn't done that shit in the first place...

Hey, hey!

That's enough!

Come on, you, let's go. Let's go.

What do we got?

Kid was staying at a flop

off North Main with three other suspects.

We went in hard. The rest got away.

- Can we ID them? - Fly Rico and his girl.

Third one's a blank.

Young guy. Might be new to their crew.

Got a witness who saw the four of them jump Reilly

the night his body dropped:

Reilly's girl from Sonoratown.

Two-bit junkie. Try that in court.

What's the kid say?

Nothing yet.

Well, that's what you got, then,

nothing, until he talks.

I'll make him talk, Captain.

He's from my neighborhood.

I know how he thinks.

I can get him to open up.

And that's why I put you on the Hazlett case,

but look where it got me.

We got a dead cop, Captain.

You want to find out what really happened to him

or just beat a confession

out of the first scared kid we put the bracelets on?

Kid ready for us?

Michener and Vega get first crack.

Speaking Spanish

We got a machine.

I know you're scared, Diego.

It's okay.

I'm not gonna hurt you.

I just need to go over what happened,

get your side of the story.

You want, I can find your mom when we get done here.

You guys live over the baker in Alhambra, right?

Last time you were in here, I helped you out, didn't I?

And I'd like to help you again,

but we know what you did.

We know.

So for me to help,

you gotta own up to it.

You saw those guys out there.

They're Reilly's boys,

and they don't give a shit about why you did it,

how you might have been justified.

But if you don't talk to me,

it'll be out of my hands,

and those guys will get their turn,

and I don't have to tell you how that's gonna go.

Son, this isn't a put-up job.

We can make our case already.

Reilly beat the shit out of you

right here, in this room.

I saw it, and so did a dozen other guys.

So we know you had a reason for wanting him dead.

And we got a witness who puts you at the scene

when he got rolled.

The girl down in Sonoratown,

and she'll testify.

She won't have a choice.

Reilly's mob will make damn sure of it.

Motive and a witness:

that's enough to convict right there.

First that family from Beverly Hills

turns up in the river,

then the riot.

And four God-fearing white police officers

end up in the morgue.

Now we got another dead cop.

Half the city's out for blood

just like those bull necks in the squad room.

And all they want is someone to blame...

...someone who looks like you and me.

So when they find him,

when they find you,

they won't be content to just put you away.

They're gonna try and send you to the gas chamber.

They just built a brand-new gas chamber

up at San Quentin.

You know that?

Been up there to see it yet, Lewis?

No.

Read in the paper they painted it seafoam green.

Supposed to be soothing.

That's where you're gonna end up, Diego,

unless you play it straight with us, and I mean right now.

We can talk to the DA if you come clean,

but you can't get cute, you understand me?

You can't try to pass it off.

You were the one.

You killed him.

You gotta admit that you killed him.

Or maybe we got it wrong.

Maybe it wasn't you did the killing.

Boss never does the dirty work, right?

So I'm guessing it wasn't Rico.

And it wouldn't have been the girl.

This is a waste of time.

But what about the other guy?

He got a name?

Look, we have enough to convict you right now.

Okay.

Okay?

Okay.

I'm thirsty.

I'll take that Nehi.

Like to have a white man fetch a drink for me

just this one time.

Sure thing, kid.

Coming right up.

He doesn't know.

Man, I been sitting here trying to figure it out.

Are you a cop pretending to be Mexican

or a Mexican pretending to be a cop?

But now I get it.

You don't even know yourself.

- He's my brother. - Right.

No, can't let your hermanito go to the gas chamber, just me.

I told you, I'll talk to the DA.

You're here. He's not.

Yeah, funny how it happened like that.

It doesn't fucking matter how it happened.

You're here, now,

and burning Mateo, man, that's not gonna save you.

That's not gonna do shit.

I'm not gonna burn him.

I won't have to,

because you're gonna help me.

Help you?

Get me the key

when they take me down to the lockup, ese.

What, they don't let the wetback handle the keys?

That's not my job.

Or whatever the fuck.

You got the badge. You got the gun.

You figure out how the fuck we do it.

You're not walking out of here, no matter what I do.

What if I get the gun?

Maybe you leave it lying around here someplace,

or we get in a scrap,

I knock you down, and I take the damn thing.

- They'll kill you. - Then at least I get

a goddamn fighting chance.

Even if they light me up,

I'm taking a few of these bastards with me.

That's for damn sure.

Shit.

They hate you worse than they hate me.