Murder in the First

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Woman: Chief, will you confirm Calvin Jackson was unarmed

- when he was shot? - Chief Shannon: I can't comment

on an open investigation. Channel 8.

Woman: When will you identify the officer involved?

It's departmental policy not to release the name of the officer

until we've completed the investigation.

We're asking the citizens of San Francisco to please wait for the facts.

Jumping to premature conclusions

doesn't help anyone, including Mr. Jackson's family.

Woman: Meanwhile tonight, a candlelight vigil is being held for Calvin Jackson

at the Mission Terrace Community Church.

We need to talk, Mel.

What, I don't call you back so you stalk me? Good plan.

Well, it would've been easier if you'd had the courtesy

to return any one of my 14 phone calls.

But hey, who's counting?

Have you ever had a private conversation with the defendant you were prosecuting?

God, this is so wrong.

I'm more than a defendant, right?

No... You're not.

You know, there are cleaner ways to end a relationship

than with a felony charge. I-I don't deserve this.

You should've let your wife drive.

- She was sober. - So was I, Mel.

Yeah, I am not gonna argue the case with you out here on a running trail.

Then why did you accept the assignment

if you weren't gonna offer me consideration?

You're a big name case.

Raises my profile.

Well, you could at least drop the DUI,

and we could both walk away whole.

This is an inappropriate conversation on every possible level.

Stop calling me.

- Crowd: From blue on black! - Man: We're black and blue.

- From blue on black! - We're black and blue.

- From blue on black! - We're black and blue.

- From blue on black! - We're black and blue.

- From blue on black! - We're black and blue.

Terry: Then I shouted for him to stop.

By the time I had made it over the fence,

the suspect was already halfway around the corner.

Subject, not the suspect.

Well, he was a suspect at the time.

Oh, at the end of the alley, there was a dead end.

When the... subject realized he was trapped,

he turned to face me,

at which point, his right arm reached for his lower back,

where I had already seen the firearm

tucked in his waistband.

That was before he jumped out the window.

The same as he's told you two times before.

What kind of gun you think you saw?

- You don't need to commit to a make or a model. - It was a short clip, semi-automatic.

Is it possible that what you saw was a cellphone, not a gun?

You wouldn't be the first officer to make that mistake.

No, it's not possible.

I know the difference between a cellphone and a semi.

Of course you do, Inspector.

You'll remain on administrative leave pending findings of this investigation.

Uh, any idea how long that will take?

As long as necessary.

With the exception of your mandatory counseling session,

you're instructed not to discuss this case with anyone

inside or outside the department.

- Do you have any questions? - No, ma'am.

Well, actually, uh, I was on the other side of the building.

I didn't see the suspect prior to the shooting.

Um, truth be told, Inspector Navarro and I

were not in the apartment at the time,

so I-I can't personally corroborate

- Inspector English's story. - Thank you, Inspector.

So...

can you...

tell us exactly what you were doing?

I was controlling three adult females in the living room

when I heard Inspector English in the bedroom ordering the suspect to stop.

When I entered the bedroom, he was jumping out the window.

When he did so, I saw the firearm.

You... personally saw Mr. Jackson with the weapon?

I did. It was tucked into the back of his jeans,

It was the middle to the right-hand side.

How certain are you?

100%.

Or I wouldn't have said it.

Hey there. Good morning, Lieutenant.

Although probably not for you today, right?

I don't have time to talk to you right now.

I heard your inspector who shot Calvin Jackson is African-American.

Who told you that?

Sit in a ladies' room long enough,

- you hear all kinds of shit. - Really?

Sorry. Locker room humor.

You should stick to sports, Serena.

This is sports. It's all about Normandy.

Look, I can't comment during an ongoing investigation.

Okay, how about off the record?

Like I'd trust you.

We both want the same thing, okay? We both want the truth.

See, now that's already a lie.

You want a story.

Truth doesn't matter as long as it gets you

- more clicks on your blog. - Yeah, "true" helps! Come on.

I'll repeat, no comment.

Which is always a confirmation.

All: We want justice! Black lives matter!

We want justice! Black lives matter!

- Crowd keeps gettin' bigger. - Yep.

Hey, did Terry talk to you after his interview?

Nope. He's following the regs. No discussion.

Really? Even with you?

Navarro: Heads up.

All right, what's going on with Billy James?

Well, we may have a visual ID from a waitress at the club.

She's on her way over now.

She said she saw the shooter's face as he ran out.

We've set up a solid photo array to show her.

Okay. Where are you at, Hildy?

I'm working the conspiracy angle,

Looking into Normandy's background.

I'm gonna talk to his business manager, Nick Rosenthal.

And his business partner, Sam Rydell.

You think you might be spinning your wheels with this Sam guy?

Well, he wasn't at the party according to the guest list.

So it's kind of convenient.

Kind of a bad week all the way around for Sam Rydell.

A celebrity spokesman gets killed,

and then his company stock takes a 10 point dive.

We're supposed to meet with him at his place in Marin at 2:30.

So...

Well, actually, not "we" anymore. Me.

All right, Molk, you go with Hildy.

Navarro can handle the photo ID. All right?

Got it.

Sam's Mondo Meat Sub is the best.

Spicy pepperoni, succulent smoked ham,

savory roast beef, and don't forget,

Sam's special sauce.

For a limited time only,

you can get a 13-inch sourdough combo for only $4.99.

'Cause remember, every inch counts.

You can say that again.

Every inch counts.

Hey, go out for a pass, Sam.

- Oh, yeah. - Hey, go deep!

Man: Sam's!

Every inch counts.

I remember that from the NFC championship game last year.

Yeah! Oh, damn.

Me and Norm, we had such a good time.

We were more than just best friends.

He was like... he was like the kid brother I never had.

So why weren't you at his birthday party then?

Uh, well, I sent him a bottle of fizz.

Norm, he knew I didn't approve of the people he was hanging around.

He wasn't a very good judge of character.

- You know what I mean? - Mm.

- Sorry to interrupt. - Oh, hey.

Oh. Um, just...

just tell him I'll, uh, I'll call him tomorrow.

This is Amanda.

Can I get you inspectors anything?

Coffee, water, sandwich?

- No. We're good. - Nothing for me.

Let me know if you change your minds.

So why weren't you into Normandy's friends?

Because they weren't friends.

They're just a bunch of dog fleas.

Hangers-on, users, all of 'em.

- Even Billy? - Especially Billy.

Norm helped that kid out six ways from Sunday their whole lives,

until he finally toughened up and canned the kid's ass,

which I'd been telling him had to happen for years.

A drowning man will just pull you right under.

Well, he fired him four weeks ago.

That's a long time to wait for payback.

If Billy did it.

Do you got someone else on your list, Sam?

No. Just... I...

I just can't see Billy as a killer.

But maybe I don't want to.

Then I'd have to wonder if I was partly at fault.

Did I set this in motion?

Oh, there he is.

Alan. How are you?

Mario. What a surprise.

- How you holding up? - I'm doing well, considering.

Good. That's good to hear.

I'd like to ask for a minute of your time if we could...

I-I only have just a minute.

I'm due back in Sacramento this afternoon.

Perfect.

It's a lousy case, Alan.

I know all the details, Mario.

Then why is your State Attorney coming on like a hurricane?

What is she trying to prove?