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They actually gave me an award.
Can you believe that?
Your old man.
Finally, what is it that the kids say these days?
Getting my flowers.
Dad, you deserve it.
You do so much for the city
and for everyone in it.
Dad got an award tonight.
Wow. Okay.
Well, if anyone deserves, it is you, Pops.
You heard him? - Yeah, I did.
Tell him I said thanks.
He said thanks.
Okay, Dad. If you wanted to talk through Jonathan through me,
you should've just called him.
All right. Look. I'm done, babe.
Tell him I said good night
and congrats again.
Uh, tell him I said thanks again.
Oh, wow. He heard you. He said thanks again.
Bye.
Okay, Dad. It's just us.
I'm just so proud of you.
I wish Mom was here to see you in all your glory.
She was your biggest supporter.
Yeah. My mamma mia.
Not sure she would agree with my diet lately.
Your mother always complained about the way I ate.
She has a reason to.
I don't think the hot dog diet
is the best thing for your health, Dad.
You still kiss the picture?
Every night.
Oh, I miss her.
And I miss her, too.
And I miss you, too.
Well, you're gonna see me tomorrow at 9:00 AM,
so don't be late.
I'll be there 30 minutes early.
I love you, Dad.
I love you, too, sweetheart.
Bye for now.
Okay. Bye.
Is everything set for tomorrow?
Uh, yeah. I'm so excited.
I haven't seen Dad in, like, a month.
Well, you know he's a hardworking man.
- You know, we stay on the move. - Okay.
Right now, I need you to move so I can get in this bed.
-Oh, really? -It's late.
I know, you still can get on top of me.
♪ is just for you ♪
♪ Everything I want is just for you ♪
♪ Everything I do is just for you, girl ♪
- Here you go. -Hey, babe.
I need you.
Finish up, son.
-Every time. -Uh-huh.
So, what's your day looking like?
Well, I got three consultations, two final approvals,
and four new adoption applications,
so let's just say we'll be a little late.
-Uh-hmm. -What about you?
Uh, I gotta hire the rest of the models
for the "Fashion Show" shoot, and got my jog.
Okay. Uh, what happened to Pops?
I thought he was doing breakfast.
He's not answering.
He's probably just tired. Old man's getting old.
- Yeah. Okay. -Like someone I know.
Uh, since you're gonna be late,
Nelson and I, we're probably gonna swing by this evening.
-Okay. That sounds good. -Finish up with him.
- I gotta get going. - All right, babe.
Hey, buddy, let's finish getting dressed.
Come on, man.
Hold there, champ. Slow down.
Mommy, could Gabby take me to go get ice cream?
Gabby is standing right behind you.
-You can ask her yourself. -Gabby,
could you take me to go get ice cream?
As long as I can have some, too.
Yay! -
I do not know how you have so much energy
-to keep up with him. -That's because I stay fit.
Speaking of, are you, uh, still down going
on that jog with me tomorrow night?
Absolutely, yes.
Okay, good. Good, good, good.
Oh my God, baby, you okay?
Yeah, of course I'm fine, but what's up?
So the police didn't call you?
The police? No. No, why?
Um, Gabriel, will you give us a minute, please?
Oh, sure.
Time to get some ice cream. Let's go.
- Come on. - Thanks, Gabby.
Oh my God. Come. Come here.
Jonathan, what's going on? You're scaring me.
Dad's...
Dad's passed away.
What? No. No, no, no, no.
No, no, no, no.
No, no.
First, let me start off by saying
I'm truly sorry for your loss.
Your father, Warden Lancaster,
he wasn't one of ours in the force,
but we still look at him as being one of ours.
I can't imagine what you must be going through.
Actually, it's why I'm here.
I wanna know what's going on with the investigation.
Do you have any leads?
Uh, ma'am?
He was murdered.
I wanna know if you're out there
looking for his killer.
Mrs. Campbell, I'm sorry to inform you,
but the coroner determined that this was a suicide.
There's no open investigation into your father's death.
No, no, there's no way.
He didn't kill himself.
Listen, there was no sign of forced entry,
no defense wounds,
no theft of auto or high-end electronics.
Now, I know these things can be hard to process,
but healing begins with acceptance.
My mother passed away of cancer when I was 10.
My father raised me himself. He never missed a beat.
Cheerleading, school plays, piano recitals,
you name it, he was there.
You know why? Because he promised he would be.
He promised that he would be there if he could.
So now you're telling me that I have to accept
that he chose this?
He chose to leave me?
His grandson?
No, no, no, I refuse.
I refuse to believe any of it, Detective Rueben.
If you are not going to find my father's killer,
then I will.
Mr. and Mrs. Campbell.
Yes?
I'm Deputy Warden Hector Esposito.
This is Assistant Deputy Lester Thompson,
Lieutenant George Lee, Sergeant Joe Crews.
We all had the pleasure of working under your father.
It's a pleasure to meet you all.
My father spoke about the good men
he was working with.
Words can't explain how much
we're gonna miss your father, ma'am.
He was a real mentor to all of us.
Kept us on a straight and narrow.
Yeah, he really did.
He was more than just a mentor.
He took me under his wing straight out of the academy.
He even saved my life during a prison riot.
And, well, we just wanna say how sorry we are for your loss.
He, uh...he was a great man,
and we don't know what we're gonna do without him.
-Join the club. -If you two need anything,
please don't hesitate to call.
You know where to find us.
Thank you. We really appreciate it.
Thank you.
Let's get him to the car before it gets fussy.
Uh, I'll be there
-in a minute. -You sure?
Right behind you, babe.
Okay. Come on, bud.
Remember me, young lady?
Doctor Hughes.
Of course. How could I forget?
You always snuck lollipops to me when I was a child.
These lollipops?
My goodness.
Thank you both for coming.
You have my condolences, dear.
Thank you.
Cherry used to be your favorite.
I hope it still is.
Yes, of course it is.
Um, I'm surprised you remembered.
I may have a bit more snow on the roof
and a little less pep in my step,
but I'll never forget the little girl
that was so proud to see where her daddy worked.
Uh, do you mind if I have a word with Christine, dear?
-Okay. -I'll meet you at the car?
Yes. Our prayers are with your family.
Thank you.
I'll walk you to your car?
Thank you. Yeah.
I always used to love going up to the prison as a child
and playing in Daddy's office
until I got old and realized
how depressing that place can actually be.
Yes, yes. Very true.
Prison is no place for a child.
I'm just sorry that this had to be
the occasion for our reunion.
Me too, Cooper.
I tell you, things were much easier
before they integrated
female prisoners into our facility.
Overcrowding. Hogwash.
I understand.
You know, I worked with your father for over 25 years.
You were knee-high back then,
and your mother just passed.
God rest her soul.
But your father,
he had such a still unwavering focus.
I don't know how he did it, but I do know why.
It's because of you.
He'd happily have gone to hell
and de-throwned the devil himself
just to put a smile on your pretty little face.
Anything he ever did, good or bad,
it was all for you.
Your father was the best man I've ever known.
And I say that with no exaggeration.
This is travesty.
Did Daddy ever seem depressed to you
or voice anything close to depression?
Suicidal thoughts?
Never. Not once.
He was a pillar of strength, a true leader.
He'd make some of the toughest decisions
and the hardest calls anyone should ever have to make,
and he'd still leave work with a smile on his face.
I always admired that about him.
You ask me, something's not right with any of this.
Not right at all.
It stinks to high heaven.
What do you mean?
Don't get me wrong, um...
forensic science is not my field.
But if somebody wanted to...
if they had the proper motivation and tools,
a person could quite easily try to harm someone
and make it look like a--like a suicide.
I...what am I doing? I shouldn't be saying this.
I just mourned a friend who passed...
you should get going.
Mommy.
Huh? Oh, hi baby. Come here.
Sorry.
Is that the grandson
I've heard so much about?
This is Nelson.
Nelson, can you say hi
-to Doctor Hughes? -Hi.
He was Granddaddy's best friend.
Oh, goodness.
Such a proper little gentleman he is, huh?
- Say thank you. -Thank you.
This is my husband Jonathan.
How you doing? Nice to meet you.
Nice to meet you. Pleasure.
Hey, buddy. Come on. Let's get back in our seat
and let Mom finish talking.
Thank you, baby.
How old is he now?
Four.
Already four years been passed.
Time flies.
I can see your father in him.
You do?
Undoubtedly.
Mommy, I'm hungry.
Okay, honey, I'll be right there.
Your boy's hungry.
Don't let the ramblings of an old man stop you.
Well, perhaps we could go to lunch this week.
I can come to the prison.
I'd like that.
Come here.
You be careful, sweetheart.
You be careful.
Will do.
-Good to see you. -You too.
-Take care. -Thank you.
Who's that again?
Um, Doctor Hughes.
He's Daddy's best friend.
He's head doctor at the prison.
I haven't seen him since I was a kid.
He doesn't think Daddy committed suicide either.
Okay. Come on.
Okay.
Let's go, baby.
Honey, why don't you make us some tea, please?
-Of course. -Thank you.
What?
No, no. Nothing's changed.
This is why you called?
I'm not here for your reassurance.
My best friend just died, you heartless bastard,
and I highly doubt he did it to himself.
Fine. Don't worry.
I'll continue to do what you paid me to do.
Yeah.
Like always.
Don't worry.
We just have to cross that bridge when we get there.
♪ Oh, I'm in love ♪
♪ And everything is ♪
♪ All I ever needed ♪
♪ Is someone who cares for me ♪
♪ I'm in love, oh ♪
♪ and knocked on your door ♪
♪ Nobody's home ♪
Get up, Mommy. Get up.
Nelson, let Mommy sleep.
Are you okay, Mommy?
Mommy's okay.
Let's go get dressed, all right? Mommy will be all right.
Uh-hmm.
Are you going to the studio today?
Why?
Well...
because I want you to get out the house.
I know what happened to Dad is a lot on you,
but I really think you need to get out.
Go take some pictures or something.
Are you okay, baby?
Of course I am, Jon.
It's not like you to cancel your photo shoots.
Okay?
You've been drinking all night,
you sleep all day
and all you talk about is this theory of yours.
Now look, I understand.
I mean, I can't even imagine what you're going through,
but this is why I think you need to get some air.
Okay? Go with Gabby. Go for a run. Anything.
Sounds horrible.
I love you. Okay?
I just think you need some
type of human interaction outside of me,
a four-year-old, and a bottle of vodka.
You ready? Come on, let's go.
We should wait for Mommy.
Mommy, come on! -
I'm coming, baby.
Oh.
Hello?
Mrs. Campbell?
Yes, this is she. Who is this?
Hello, ma'am. My name is Kerry Potting
and I'm an attorney with the firm Brice,
Phillips and Chambers.
Oh, okay. What can I do for you?
Well, ma'am, I represented your father
in certain legal matters that are probably best
not discussed over the phone.
Wait, what? - Would you be available
to meet with me in the near future?
Uh, yeah, I can come now.
That would be great. We're located
at 6246 South Dante.
Okay. I'm on my way.
Is everything okay?
Sorry, the...
I have to take a rain check on the jog.
I need to go get ready and change.
Do you mind taking Nelson on the jog?
It's fine. I got him.
Make sure he beats you at racing. Okay.
Oh. Okay.
- I love you. -I love you.
-I got it. -Thank you, Gabby.
Looks like it's just gonna be me and you today.
-Can we get some ice cream? -We sure can.
Mrs. Campbell has arrived.
Send her in.
Mrs. Campbell, thank you so much
for stopping by on such short notice.
- Yes. -Please take a seat.
Um, yes, of course.
So, um, what's going on?
Was my father in some kind of trouble?
No, ma'am. It's nothing like that.
Okay. What is it?
I was retained by your father a little over five years ago
to help manage his personal affairs.
Personal affairs?
My father was broke.
He barely had enough life insurance to cover the funeral,
so I'm not really sure what kind of personal affairs
he would need help managing.
Actually, Mrs. Campbell,
your father had quite a comfortable nest egg
set aside in offshore accounts.
Excuse me?
I was instructed to ensure
that your father's private fund accounts
are properly transferred to you in the case of his death.
So, I just had some minor paperwork I need you to sign.
Wait, are you serious?
Offshore accounts?
Are we talking about the same Robert Lancaster?
Yes, ma'am. I'm positive.
How much money are we talking?
Roughly minus our firm's fee,
a little over 10 million.
If you just take a look at this.
Okay.
Yeah. My Mama Mia.
Not sure she would agree with my diet lately.
Mama Mia.
Okay.
You don't know what this is like,
but you will.
You took away my world.
You will pay for what you've done.
You hear me? You will pay.
Mrs. Campbell, We've been over this.
There was no evidence of foul play.
Your father's case is closed.
Would you just listen to the messages?
Mrs. Campbell, you said it yourself.
The most recent voicemail was over a year ago.
Most likely, whoever that is, just lost interest
-in your father. -Didn't sound like someone
who would just lose interest.
My father was obviously saving those messages for a reason.
He probably felt threatened by this man.
So, now are you gonna do your job or not?
Fine. If it'll make you feel better
and give you peace of mind,
I'll listen to the messages.
Yes. Thank you. That's all I'm asking.
I sent you the email.
I got the emails. I'll listen to them.
You know, whatever it was
that your father was going through,
looks like he wasn't alone.
We got a call earlier today about a coworker of his.
Another suicide.
What? Who?
A Doctor Cooper Hughes.
His wife was asleep upstairs. She found him this morning.
Oh, my God.
Do you know him?
Yes.
He was my father's best friend.
When was the last time you saw him?
He was at my father's funeral this past weekend.
This doesn't feel right.
You can't look me in the eyes and tell me
something isn't fishy about my father,
and now Cooper's death.
Mrs. Campbell.
-I can't say-- -How?
How did it happen?
You don't want to know.
Yes, tell me.
He drank about a liter of bleach,
and then he chased it with a liter of ammonia.
Tore up his insides just like he's...he wanted to suffer.
That sounds like murder.
No sane person would do something
like that to themselves.
I'll look into it, Mrs. Campbell.
And if I find anything new, I'll call you.
Okay. Thank you.
You took away my world.
-You will pay. -So, you believe
the person on this voicemail killed Dad?
And now Cooper as well.
I mean, come on. Ammonia and bleach?
What would make a man drink something like that on his own?
You don't believe me, do you?
No, it's not that I don't.
Maybe it's more so I wish I didn't.
That's what I'm saying. I know I'm not crazy.
No, you're not crazy, baby.
But I do believe you're obsessing.
And I don't like seeing the stress on you.
Jon, my father was murdered.
And the cops that are supposed to be
doing their job ruled it as suicide.
And they know...
it's bullshit.
Trust me. I understand. I do.
But one of us needs to be rational.
You are the rational one in this scenario.
Okay, baby.
Dad is one thing. He was alone.
There's no way to prove that he was murdered
in the first place.
But Doctor Hughes, his wife was home.
You don't think she would've heard someone
attacking her husband?
What if they knew how to keep him quiet?
Or maybe it's more than likely he was grief-stricken
and did it himself.
No matter...
if you wanna believe me or anyone else,
I know something is going on here.
So if you don't wanna be supportive for me
-with me-- -Hey, hey,
I am supportive.
You're my wife.
I love you.
And I love Dad too.
All right? And you're right,
these voicemails, something's not right
and I think you did the right thing
by taking it to the police.
But if there is a psycho out there doing these things,
I don't want you anywhere near him, okay?
Yes, okay.
Look, it's been a long day.
Let's hit the sack.
All right?
I'm right behind you.
Let me just get my stuff together.
Okay.
"Visit Tina at 12:30."
-Hi. -Hi.
Hi. I'm here to see Tina.
I'm sorry, who?
Uh, Tina.
Uh, do you have a last name, ma'am?
No, I can't say I do.
Well, do you have a appointment?
Um, no. I don't.
Then, I'm sorry. I can't help you, ma'am.
You can't or won't?
I can't, ma'am.
Because there's no one here by that name.
Not any employees or patients.
Without a last name,
I can't even point you in the right direction.
Okay.
Thank you.
ID, ma'am.
Hey, Marvin.
That's Warden Lancaster's daughter at the gate.
Let her in.
You were at the cemetery?
Yes.
I've been your father's secretary for about four years.
Christine Campbell.
Linda Hope, and I know who you are.
Your father never stopped talking about you.
It's nice to finally meet you.
Yeah, you too.
Hey, so, uh, do you mind if I go in
and clean up some of my dad's things?
Sure. I don't see why not.
Go on in. It's unlocked.
Thank you.
I'm sorry. I should have asked, would you like some help?
No.
It's just a few books and office supplies.
Okay. Well, I'll leave you to it.
I guess he never mentioned me, did he?
What do you mean? - Your father.
He and I, we were dating for about a year.
Really?
I know he had a number of secrets,
our relationship being one of them,
political reasons and all.
But I want you to know that I really loved him.
He may have had his faults, but he was a good man.
He was good to me.
When you say he may have had his faults,
what do you mean?
I, um,
I just meant...
Do you...
do you know about the money?
I...no.
You do.
No. I-- -Don't you?
Linda.
I need you to help me.
I know my father didn't kill himself
and he left me with
way more money than he even should have had.
There's a woman named Tina
in a mental hospital he was visiting.
I'm just trying to figure all this out
and make sense of everything.
Please.
What was my father into?
I...
we...
Robert was not a bad man.
He just did some things that he probably shouldn't have.
Mrs. Campbell,
what brings you in today?
I'm just packing up some of my father's things.
Yes. Well, I'm acting warden
until court presents a replacement.
I'll be taking over this office
and since your father handles some of the prison's
most sensitive information,
I'm afraid I can't allow you to do that.
But I assure you that we'll have someone box up
your father's personal effects
and we'll send them right out to you right away.
Uh, it's fine.
Do you mind if I at least take the things
that I've packed up?
Yeah, sure.
Oh. Oops.
You have a good day, Ms. Campbell.
You too.
What were you about to tell her?
Nothing. I wasn't gonna say anything.
You sure about that?
Yes. Yes, I'm sure.
You should probably get back to work.
Son of a bitch.
Linda. Linda, it's me. It's okay.
What are you doing here?
I just wanted to finish our talk.
Did you follow me home? - Yes.
I'm sorry. I followed you home. You said...
What in the world were you thinking?
You said my father and you were involved
in a relationship for over a year.
You did? What in the world were you thinking?
Just please tell me.
You need to leave now before I call the police.
Tell me.
I've said all I'm gonna say to you.
Now, this is highly inappropriate.
-Leave! -Okay.
Did you love him?
What?
My father, did you love him?
Yes.
Very much.
We talked about marriage.
Then you of all people can...
you should understand
why I'm trying to figure out
what happened to my father.
I understand.
I do.
But sometimes it's better to just let our curiosities go
so that we can hold on to the good untarnished
memories of those we loved.
I can't do that.
Then you have my sympathy, Christine.
But I can't help. I'm sorry.
So please leave before I call the police.
-You could-- -Leave!
Okay. Okay. I'm leaving.
If you love my father, like you say you do,
but how do you sleep at night knowing what happened to him?
I don't sleep.
Goodbye.
I'm glad you got me out of the house.
I really needed this.
No problem. I'm glad you came.
Nelson gets father-son time. It all works out.
Everything works out the way it should.
-Just gotta give it time. -Yeah.
I guess you're right.
So what are you gonna do about this woman?
Nothing, I guess.
What can I do?
Go to police?
Tell them about your father and this lady.
They already don't believe me.
I need more evidence than some offshore accounts
and a girlfriend.
What about that Tina lady?
I went to the mental hospital on my father's schedule.
They said there is not anyone there by that name.
For all I know, it was just some old reminder
Daddy forgot to delete.
If there was a Tina before, there's certainly not one now.
-Did you check the hard drive? -I tried.
It's just too much stuff to sort through the whole thing.
It's very overwhelming.
I could help you.
Really?
Yeah.
-You wouldn't mind? -No.
I mean, we both got time.
Nelson's with his dad.
Let's go.
-Okay. -Let's finish.
It's just files and files of prison operation stuff.
You'd think he'd have
the prisoners' personal information on a computer,
but it's gotta be on a separate database or something.
Maybe it's all still on hard copy at the prison.
Maybe they're still in the dark ages.
You know what?
Maybe that secretary knows
who that Tina lady is.
I bet you're right.
Look, you've gotta go back to talk to her.
Maybe try a more subtle approach
and not to come off like a stalker.
And that's even if she'll talk to me.
She'll talk to you.
After all, she was in love with your father.
Mrs. Campbell, what are you doing here?
- Hi. - Let me guess.
You were just in the neighborhood?
I came here to talk to the woman who lives here, Linda.
Well, it's gonna be a little hard seeing that
-Ms. Hope is dead. -No.
Apparently another suicide.
Now what bothers me is that
one, she's the third suicide in four weeks
that's connected to that prison.
Two, she's closely associated with your father.
And three, we have a witness placing you here last night,
supposedly around the time of her death.
Now, how do you explain that?
I don't know.
What were you doing here?
I went to the prison yesterday
to collect some of my father's things.
That's when I first met, Linda.
Apparently, the two of them were dating.
And you didn't like that?
-What? -We got a word
that you and Ms. Hope had an altercation.
-Is that true? -It...
is, but not exactly.
I came here to see if she happen to know
what something that might have happened to my father.
Did she say something that you didn't like?
Are you accusing me of something?
Should I be?
What about the man's voice on the messages?
Did you find him, yet?
We're still looking into it, Mrs. Campbell.
You know, I will admit, it's one hell of a coincidence.
You talked to the good doctor at your father's funeral.
He kills himself that same night.
Then you talk to your father's secretary, I'm sorry,
girlfriend, yesterday.
Next thing we know, she's dead, too.
I didn't have anything to do with this.
Maybe not.
So far, there's no evidence of forced entry
or a struggle, just like the other two.
But this was methodical.
She even connected the iron to an extension cord
that was plugged in from another room,
to avoid the electrical surge protectors
on the bathroom outlets.
You're the only outlier that's making me
-question the whole thing. -I have been saying
from the beginning something isn't right
about any of this.
Well, maybe that something is you?
Do me a favor,
don't make any plans to leave town in the foreseeable future.
Just in case I have some more questions.
You have a nice night.
Excuse me?
Yes? -George Lee,
we met at your father's funeral.
Oh, hi. Yes.
Uh, Linda was my mother-in-law.
Oh, my goodness. I'm so sorry for your loss.
My wife is taking it hard.
I can understand.
I guess you can.
So, I heard you were here the night she did it.
I, uh, actually came here to talk to her about my father.
Apparently, the two of them were an item.
Really? Get out of here. Wow.
That explains a lot.
Yes.
I guess they wanted their romance to be a secret.
That sly dog.
Your dad was...he's a great man.
He really made us all feel equal, you know?
Yeah. That's the type of man he was.
Your dad, Doctor Cooper, and now Linda,
that place definitely won't be the same.
Uh...
when was this photo taken?
Oh, man. Uh, it's about four years ago.
It's your dad's birthday, I believe.
I vaguely remember him talking about this.
Yeah. Uh, we surprised him that day.
- Tina made him this huge cake. - What did you say?
Oh, we surprised him.
And you said Tina?
Yeah, Tina made him this cake.
Is-is-is this woman Tina?
Uh, no, no. Uh, her name is Vanessa Espiranza,
but your dad always called her Tina.
As in Tina Turner.
So one night, a fight broke out in the chow hall
and Vanessa went to break it up
and she ended up beating both inmates' asses
like Tina did Ike in the back of that that limbo,
so your dad started calling her Tina
and it just stuck.
Where is Vanessa now?
Um, she transferred to a different prison
shortly after your dad's birthday.
What's going on over here?
Nothing, just having a conversation.
Hmm. I think you should get back to your wife, Georgie Boy.
I think she might need you.
Yeah, maybe you're right.
Thank you for coming.
I know. Thank you.
What are you doing here, Ms. Campbell?
I came here to pay my respects.
Respect?
I don't recall you being too respectful
when you came to the office.
And from what I hear, you weren't too respectful
when you came to visit her the night she died.
I actually came here to talk to her about my father.
Hmm.
I think your presence here is upsetting a lot of people.
I was just leaving.
Maybe you should stop asking so many questions.
It's obviously not working out too well
for the people that you're talking to.
Hey, what's going on?
I wanna know everything that you two talked about.
Now.
Yeah, we just need them by 3:00 PM.
Oh, that would be great.
Okay, thank you.
- Hello. -Yes, ma'am. How may I help you?
I'm here to see Vanessa Espiranza.
And what's the nature of your visit?
Just an old friend looking to visit.
Okay, great. Let me buzz you in.
You know, you're the first visitor she's had in months.
I really think this visit could do her some good.
Is she violent?
Oh, no. She's actually one of our most docile patients.
She's barely spoken a word in months.
She's right here.
Ms. Espiranza, you have a visitor.
Busy 3, busy 3...
Is she...
No, no, no. It's fine.
This is how she normally is.
Don't take it personal.
- Busy 3. Busy 3. -You can talk to her.
Hi, Vanessa. Do you remember me?
It's Christine.
Busy 3, busy 3.
Busy 3, busy 3, busy 3.
What is she saying?
Well, from what we can make out, it's busy 3,
but we don't know who she's referring to
as the busy 3,
but it's what she usually says most of the time.
Well, we do get a couple of sentences from her
every now and then.
Okay.
I'll just let you two talk,
and I'll be right outside, okay?
Busy 3, busy 3, busy 3...
Hi, Vanessa.
I know...I know you don't know who I am,
but you used to work at the prison.
Busy 3, busy 3, busy 3...
Can you tell me how you got here?
Busy 3, busy 3, busy 3...
- Tina... -
-Uh... -Shh.
I'm sorry.
- I'm sorry. This was a mistake. - Busy 3.
Uh...
I know you.
-You're... -Let go. Let go of me.
-Let... -You're...
Let-let go of me. Let go of me.
You're dog evil's daughter.
Help! No! No!
You're evil's daughter.
Let go of me!
Evil! -Ma'am, you have to calm down.
You're evil's daughter.
-Hello? -Mrs. Campbell?
Yes? -Detective Rueben here.
Yeah, I've got some information
about the voicemails that may help you out.
I can come by your place tonight
or you can come by the police station.
Um, I-I...I'm actually on my way home now.
I'll meet you there.
Okay. I'll meet you there.
We checked the voicemails
and the calls didn't originate from either of those two.
They came from a Mr. William Trent.
A feeble 70-year-old man
who's been stuck in a wheelchair for the past three years
after suffering a debilitating stroke.
Why would he harass my father?
Because of his daughter,
Amora Trent.
She was among the first wave of female prisoners
when the penitentiary started housing women a few years ago.
She was also the first to die.
And apparently, she hung herself with her bed sheets.
Another suicide?
After her death, her father received a phone call
from an anonymous woman saying that
his daughter received a certain drug,
and he thinks that's what caused her to commit suicide.
Did he have the police investigate?
Well, he tried. Notified local authorities,
wanted a toxicology
but the prison had already cremated her body.
They said no one came forward to collect her body.
So evidently, your father signed off.
That's why he was upset.
Now, the state was gonna open up an investigation into her death,
but no body, no autopsy, no case.
That's when Mr. Trent started to harass your father.
Uh, this was very helpful, Detective.
- Thank you. - My pleasure.
If there's any foul play, we'll find it.
We appreciate everything you're doing.
I'll walk him out.
So what are you thinking?
What do you mean what am I thinking?
The woman tonight, Vanessa Espiranza,
she called me the evil man's daughter.
And then Detective Rueben tells us
about this man's daughter, Amora.
What if someone did kill his daughter?
And now, all this time later, Daddy, Cooper, Linda,
-just to cover their tracks. -What are you...
baby, you're gonna take the word of some crazy woman
and some grieving father that had a stroke? Come on.
God, you just don't get it, do you?
Well, what am I supposed to get?
The possibility, Jonathan!
What if my dad was involved
or-or did something that was so terrible
that it justified this man killing my father.
What if this woman, Vanessa, is right?
What if my father really is evil?
Then that means the man that I loved and I looked up to
and became the pillar of my life when my mother died,
is just, what, all a lie.
I can't--I can't just handle that.
So I-I need to--I need to either clear his name
or-or find peace for his victim
but either way, I-I can't just let this go.
What? That sounds insane.
You're going too far.
Your father was not evil, Christine.
You know that.
All he ever wanted to do was his best for his family.
This obsession of yours is taking you to a dark place.
A place I'm afraid you can't even come back from.
I don't wanna lose you for something
your father might or might not have done.
Please stop this obsession. For me.
I can't. I can't just...
it doesn't--it doesn't make sense.
This is bigger than just us.
How do you not see that?
-How do you not see that? -Wow.
This is bigger than just me and you.
Wow.
Well, at least I know where you stand.
-Jonathan... -Look, I will not sit here
and watch you self-destruct.
I'm not.
I'm staying at a hotel until you come to your senses.
Jonathan.
Are you serious?
Jonathan. Really?
Yummy.
Hmm. This is good.
Hey, how'd you sleep?
- Oh, I didn't. - I'm sorry, Chrissy.
I know you're under a massive amount of stress.
Breaking news this morning.
As another Orange County, California State
Penitentiary employee has passed away.
What is this? Can you turn it up?
...of suicides that have plagued the prison
the last several weeks.
Reporting to you live in Orange County.
I'm Amy Jones. Back to you, Caroline.
So we just need the paperwork
and we can have that sent to your house.
Hi, excuse me.
Uh, excuse me. I need to see her again.
I'll be with you in just one moment, ma'am.
But you don't understand. I need to see her again now.
I'm gonna have this paperwork sent to your house
and we'll be all set, okay? Thank you.
Okay, listen. Judging by your last visit,
I am not inclined to let you in to see anyone.
In fact, I have half a mind to call security.
Vanessa Espiranza has never lashed out
the way she did the last time you were here.
Okay. I-I hear you,
but I think I know what busy 3 means.
Hi, Vanessa. It's me...again. Christine.
-I just wanna ask you something. -Busy 3, busy 3.
Tina. Okay, okay, okay.
You're not saying "busy 3", are you?
You are saying "BZ-3"
as in Quinuclidinyl Benzilate?
It...is that what you're referring to?
What?
And-and you were the one who contacted
Mr. Trent too, right?
Only one of my crimes.
BZ-3, BZ-3.
The last time I was here, you referred to my father,
Robert Lancaster, as evil.
Is it because he gave you this drug?
Is-is it because he-he injected you with BZ-3,
Tina?
Do you know why?
Because I knew where he kept the dead.
What?
The dead.
Find where he kept the dead.
The dead. What do you mean? Vanessa...Tina?
-BZ-3, BZ-3, BZ-3. -What...
are you referring to Amora Trent?
Are...does... is that who you mean?
Do you mean Amora Trent?
This isn't right.
BZ-3, BZ-3, BZ-3, BZ-3.
What just happened?
She doesn't deserve to be here, not like this.
My father drugged her. I'm gonna find out why.
Hey, leave a message.
Jonathan,
I know you hate me,
and you're really gonna hate what I have to say even more.
But Vanessa was right and so was William Trent.
I really think my dad is evil
and Hector is trying to take over, too.
But in order to prove it,
I have to do something really stupid
to get the evidence that I need.
But when I do,
it'll bring all of this to an end.
I love you.
Hi, can I help you?
Hello, I am Ruth Spencer.
Corporate sent me here to survey your records.
At 9:00 PM? -Yeah.
I'm actually supposed to be on my way to Florida,
to survey a few more of our facilities down there,
but word is you are in a bit of a crisis.
So I get the call to put in some OT,
squeeze you into my schedule, in an attempt to help
to figure out what the hell is really going on.
Yes, at 9:00 PM.
Yeah, yeah, you're right.
I mean, things have been off the wall, lately.
But the thing is,
my acting warden just left for the night
and I don't have anything in the logs
about a scheduled visit from corporate.
Well, probably not, uh, this all just happened two hours ago.
Yeah, maybe I should give him a call.
Oh, I see. You, uh, must be one of the recent new recruits.
Yes, I am, ma'am.
Look, Lieutenant.
I'm all for you doing what you need to do
to follow protocol,
but I just need to get in there to do what I need to do.
I am exhausted. I have been driving all day
and I still have to find a crappy hotel
because corporate office is too cheap
to put me in a hotel without bed bugs.
So the sooner you let me in,
the sooner I can get out of your hair
and to my bed bugs.
Go ahead and scan your badge, please.
Okay. Thank you.
Ma'am, did you find what you're looking for?
Um, I'm actually looking for the inmate death records.
That's not the right place.
Follow me.
Who the hell is that?
No idea.
But central let her in, so she must check out.
Why the hell is she coming out of my records office?
Hey, zoom in on her.
She said she was sent in by corporate
to audit inmate files.
Yeah. We'll get you.
Hey, Hector, you need to get down here.
Yeah. We got a problem.
Help. Help me.
- No, no, no, no, no. -Help! Help!
Help me.
No, no, no, no, no.
Oh, my God.
-Oh, my God. -Please. Please.
You gotta get us out of here. Please. Please.
-Are you Amora Trent? -Yes.
Yes. There's more of us. On the wall,
the side of the corridor will open the door.
-Please. Hurry. Hurry. -I got you. Okay.
No! Oh! Oh, my God!
I told you. I told you I'd get you.
Get over there.
Go! Get to the table!
Move. Now.
Get out your cuffs.
Cuff yourself.
How could you?
Stop.
I said stop. I will shoot you. I promise you.
I'll do it.
Sure you know what you're doing, little girl?
I'll shoot him.
Put the gun down before I blow his brains out.
I promise you.
Drop the gun, Hector.
Kick it to me.
What is all this?
Why do you have these women locked up like animals?
You guys are monsters.
If I'm a monster, then what was good ol' Dad, huh?
He had his faults but he would never do something like this.
News flash, girly.
You can only access this wing with one certain keycard.
10 distinct key cards.
Only given to the chosen, the elite.
Now, let me see.
There's mine.
Ol' Lester here.
Lee and Old Doctor Coop.
But they're both dead now.
Then there's the five guards that are on their way here now.
And, uh, huh, let me see.
Oh, and there was the one
that you used to get in here tonight.
Dad's, no. It's not true.
Why?
I ain't telling you shit else.
You already know too much.
Tell me why or I'll shoot you.
I promise.
Then shoot me.
Okay! Okay!
The next one won't miss. I promise you that.
Start talking.
He called us the Omega Squad.
No. He couldn't.
Oh, he could.
And he did.
He built this himself, brick by brick.
He sectioned off this wing for cleaning.
And him and Doctor Coop, they worked together
to come up with the perfect drug.
BZ-3.
You're right.
So how does Vanessa fit in all this?
Tina?
Oh.
She stuck her nose where it didn't belong.
It's that simple.
I voted to kill her.
But your dad, the genius that he was,
he always said, uh,
"An unreliable witness is better than a dead one.
Less paperwork."
That man was a genius.
And a king.
And we were his loyal knights.
Loyal? Loyalty?
Is that why you killed him?
So you...to take over his throne?
I would've never killed your father!
I worshipped that man!
He put money in all of our pockets!
And he loved us.
And he protected us.
And he said we were the sons he never had.
I would've happily died for him!
And now this place is falling apart without him.
And then here you come along,
making matters worse.
What does that mean? What do you mean falling apart?
Can't you see?
We had a thing going
and now it's all messed up.
The system's messed up.
My father was a monster.
Your father was a hero!
He was a savior!
He did all this for you!
So you and your kid
could have something when he was gone.
This is your birthright!
I didn't ask for this!
I didn't want any of this!
So the least I can do is end it.
Where are you gonna go, huh?
I got the whole prison on lock down.
And the rest of my squad should be here at any minute.
There's nowhere for you to go.
Huh? Where are you gonna go?
Go to the roof. Yes, go, go, go.
Up to the roof. Go, go.
Go up to the roof.
Shut up!
There's a way out up there.
- Go. - Shut up!
Shut up all of you! - Shut up!
Shut up! - You shut up.
You think you're a big man
because you abuse all these women?
Let's see how you feel when you're locked up too,
like an animal.
You'll never make it out of here alive.
Yeah, you're right.
Not without your help.
Are you insane?
I'll never help you.
I told you I'm not gonna miss again.
Get your radio. Call your little boys.
Tell them you killed me and everything's all good.
Do it.
Do it! Now!
Watchtower Bravo.
This is Eagle one, come back.
Go ahead, Eagle one.
The target is down.
I repeat. The target is down.
Terminate the mission.
Copy that.
You listen to orders.
It's good for you.
Get your cuffs.
Now.
Cuff yourself to the table.
Go.
Do it.
You'll never get away with this.
Watch me.
Give me the gun.
Go.
Go. We got it from here.
Hey! - No.
Hey! Hey! - No.
Come on, ladies. We can talk about this.
I got money. I got money!
Come on.
No. No.
No. No!
Baby.
Baby, I am so sorry.
I don't even know what to say.
He's not the only one
that owes you an apology.
Your wife is tougher than all of us.
You were right.
There was more to the suicides.
Well, who could have imagined
it was this twisted prison brothel.
I'm gonna need to officially take your statement
when you're feeling up to it.
Man, can this wait till later?
She needs to go to the hospital and recuperate.
No. No.
No hospitals.
I'm fine.
Are you sure?
I'm fine.
I just wanna go home,
hug my son, be with you.
You two, go on.
Go home.
I'll talk to you later.
A scene, too horrific for words,
has been discovered here tonight.
Barbaric, can't even begin to describe.
Dozens of women, long thought dead,
were found this evening by authorities
who were alerted by an anonymous source.
An apparent sadistic group of corrections officers
here at the Orange County Correctional Facility
were hiding these women
for possibly their own perverse pleasure.
Oh, I think we need a long, hot,
well-deserved shower.
Yeah. I'll run the water.
Gabby?
Nelson?
Nelson.
"Come to Jonathan's office, first floor.
Come alone or you'll never see Nelson again.
Oh, my God. My baby.
-No. -Calm down. Listen to me.
Listen to me. We're gonna get him back, okay?
-Okay. Okay. -Come on. Come on.
Hands up.
Gabriel?
Where...
I said get down now.
Where...where's our son?
Where's Nelson?
Give us our son, please.
You shut up.
You don't get to ask any questions.
But you do.
Where's our son?
He's safe.
He's in my car asleep.
Why did you take him?
What do you want with us?
I want answers and I want them now.
Answers? What do you mean?
You don't understand?
Do you think you know what it's like
to be in a smelly, filthy cell?
No human contact, no lights.
My only reprieve was filthy, sweaty men
who wanna paralyze your body
and use you for their own personal enjoyment.
Huh?
It was you, wasn't it?
Did you kill my father?
Yes, I killed him.
Just like they killed me every single time
they took a little piece of my soul away.
So...
I use these.
I figured if it was good enough for dear old dad,
it's good enough for me.
But how did you escape?
A woman.
She wandered into my cell one night.
I was the first cell she came to.
She told me to run to the roof.
She was gonna try to free others.
She was gonna go back and get them,
but your father and his guards were on her so fast.
I waited as long as I could
but nobody else ever came.
It was just me.
Why didn't you call the police then?
Because your father had the trump card.
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
I know what happened to you wasn't right.
My father is a monster.
But we are not involved in any of this.
I didn't know how much you knew until recently.
So I tracked you down.
I applied for the babysitting position.
I wanted to kill you a million times,
but I couldn't figure out how much you knew.
And then I realized,
you've got to be the most oblivious bitch in the world.
I know this is hard.
You don't know shit
or you wouldn't be here with this guy.
What?
I followed the warden month after month.
He was really careful,
always careful about looking over his shoulder.
All it took was one slip-up, one mistake.
I was finally able to see him
making an exchange with his contact.
What is she talking about?
Tell her.
Give us our son, okay?
Nobody has to know.
Tell her.
Look, baby, she just wants our son.
Nobody knows about your father. I can fix this.
Tell her before I shoot your ass. Now!
Okay. Okay.
Business wasn't going so well.
I had the clientele,
I had the demand, but I didn't have the supply.
After the housing market crash, your father was broke.
He was tired of borrowing money from us.
What are you talking about?
What your husband is trying to say
is he was your father's silent partner
in their own little baby-making factory.
We were raped and impregnated
and our babies were taken from us
and sold to the highest bidder.
No, no, no, no, no, no.
But that's not all, is it, Jonathan?
I know a secret about your happy little family.
You're not just the president.
He's a client.
Nelson was adopted, wasn't he?
Yes.
I may have been raped a million times
but I was only pregnant once.
No, no, no, no, no.
No, no, no.
No! No!
No!
No! No!
You don't know what that pain is like.
I thought I'd never find my son again.
I knew the only way to get him back
was going through the warden.
That's why I never called the police.
My kid was more important.
I knew it was a long shot to ever find him.
So imagine my surprise
when I found out your father
likes to keep it all in the family.
He actually has his daughter raising his son.
Why don't you just back off?
You messed with my family.
You messed with my baby now.
I'm gonna kill you.
What are you gonna do now?
Would you die for my son?
What?
Would you die for my son?
Yes. Yes, I would.
Good.
That's the final answer I came for.
What do you mean?
Look at me.
I'm a mess.
I can't bring a child into my world.
I love that boy too much,
but I needed to know
whoever will have him
will fight back just as hard as I would.
Of course, I will. Where is he?
He's in my car, asleep.
I gave him a small dose of NyQuil
-so he can sleep through this. -Oh, my God.
-My baby. -I know. I know.
I know I won't be winning any mother of the...
of the year awards but I just want him to sleep
through all of this.
Wait.
-One more thing. -What?
Can you please tell him about me?
Tell him I loved him.
Please.
I will.
Who's the bitch now?
Baby.
Nelson, come. Hi.
Mommy's here. Mommy's here.
Oh, come here.
You okay?
-Mommy? -Yes, honey?
-You're late. -I know. I know.
Mommy's never gonna be late again, okay?
- Okay. -Yeah.
Okay.
Okay, come here.
Come.