L.A.'s Finest (2019) s01e02 Episode Script
Defiance
1 [Filtered breathing.]
[Locks disengage.]
[Filtered breathing continues.]
[Lid slams, locks engage.]
[Pounding on door.]
[Inhales sharply.]
- [Pounding continues.]
- Okay.
I'm coming.
[Sniffs, exhales sharply.]
[Both grunting.]
What the? That's Atticus.
He's with me.
[Grunting.]
Can't find Ray.
Where is he? [Straining.]
Tell your girlfriend to back off.
- [Punch lands.]
- [Grunts.]
I've been looking for your brother, Dante.
It's 3:00 in the morning, Arlo.
Yeah, that's what your cheap-ass clock says.
Analog, bro? Really? - [Grunts.]
- As you can see, I am very upset.
Club Cyrk was torched.
$20 million in fentanyl is missing.
And so is Ray.
So, it seems to me like you got more than just interior-design problems.
Ray wouldn't torch that club.
And there's no way he would cross Gabriel Knox.
You know, I thought the same thing about eight hours ago.
[Grunts.]
Find your shithead brother.
And get my damn drugs back! [Grunting.]
[Breathing heavily.]
Knox would hate for this to get messy.
[Exhales sharply.]
Let's go.
[Coughs.]
[Groans.]
- [Door hinges creak.]
- ZACH: Daddy? Hey.
[Sniffles.]
Hey.
Stay there.
Stay there.
It's okay.
[Breathing heavily.]
Come here.
Come here.
It's okay.
It's okay.
Can I go to Mom's house? When you move as fast as I'm movin' All the toxic things that I'm using SYD: What are we doing on Tujunga? Nobody takes Tujunga.
You're wasting time.
Just make a left right here.
- I know how to get there! - The app says there's a shortcut.
- Make a le - The app can suck it! I know L.
A.
[Jamaican accent.]
Sista girl is right.
De app is always faster.
Wait a minute.
Is someone talking in the backseat? Someone I told to shut his face five minutes ago? I ain't playing with you, Gil.
Why ya givin' da man grief? 'Cause you made us chase you, jackass.
My people were born to run.
I have an obligation to flee.
All right, your fake-ass Jamaican accent is getting on my damn nerves.
So, what are we gonna do with Usain-I-tried-to-Bolt? We don't have time to book him.
Detectives, detectives, if you could see your way to letting me go wit tonly a warning You could just slow da car.
I'll hop out.
You don't teven have to come to a stop.
BOTH: Shut up, Gil! You know what? There's always, uh No, Syd.
- Yes.
- What? You could always what? - Everybody got their own demons - [Tires screech.]
Everybody fightin' - Hey, Syd.
- What's up? Nancy.
Practice ended 20 minutes ago.
[Sighs.]
She's mad.
[Sniffs.]
Why does it smell like snoop just farted in here? - [Thumping.]
- GIL: [Muffled.]
Dis ain't civilized.
Let da man out! You've got a perp in the trunk.
No.
Izzy, we wouldn't do that, all right? We've got a snitch in the trunk.
GIL: I'd prefer "confidential informant.
" - That's lit.
- Right? I promise I won't tell Dad.
Thanks, darling.
Seat belt.
[Tires screech.]
Hey.
Can I help you? - Huh? - I live here.
You need something? Dad, I'm gonna need some new cleats! Syd, save me some lasagna.
Oh, you better claim that now.
I can't make any promises.
PATRICK: After we finished the floors, we opened up this wall to the kitchen.
- Hey.
- Hi.
Hey, honey, this is Steven Hines.
This my wife, Nancy, and her partner.
- What's up? - They're detectives.
Steven grew up in this house.
20 years ago.
- Oh.
Really? - Yeah.
He was outside when I came back from my run.
Yeah, I was just checking out the old neighborhood.
I just invited him in to take a look and, you know, warned him we updated a few things.
Basically gutted his childhood memories.
Looks great.
It's beautiful.
Thank you.
Uh-huh.
Uh, listen, um, I don't want to interrupt your whole day.
Patrick, thank you.
Nice to meet you.
You know what? I-I left my phone in my jacket in the car.
- I'll walk you out.
- Oh, perfect.
All right, who ate all the damn lasagna? Say something.
You can't just show up here like this.
Shit's happening.
Okay? Ray's gone.
I can't find him.
There's drugs missing.
That sounds like a Ray problem.
Yeah, he's done some stupid things, okay? But Ray would never do this, and you know that.
Dante, you need to go.
We cannot talk about this here.
You know your partner torched Cyrk.
Syd wouldn't do that.
She did.
And now Ray and me are caught in the middle of this.
So, please, Perez I need you to help me find Ray.
Okay? I I-I have nowhere else to go.
I will do whatever I have to do to protect him.
You don't know what Knox is capable of.
I'll see what I can do.
You need to lay low.
Okay.
All all I know is, um, Ray's been hanging with this this new guy.
His name's Sonny.
He lives in Hollywood.
So, I'll dig up what I can.
I'll text you.
Okay.
I'm sorry for putting this on you.
I always wondered when we'd see each other again.
I just never imagined it would be like this.
- I know what you are - [Sighs.]
- I know what ya like - [Keypad beeps.]
- Hello? - So, what do you got for me? That's a dangerous question coming from such a beautiful woman like yourself, Syd.
It's never gonna happen, Fletch.
So, uh, what'd you find out about Ray Sherman? Oh, boy's been off the grid 24 hours, no cellphone activity, no fastrak, credit cards, bank account, all quiet.
He's either dead, or he don't want to be found.
Why you looking for him? Playing a game of chess, and it's his move.
Hmm.
What about, um, paperwork for club Cyrk? Standard boilerplate stuff Although Ray did take out a pretty large equity loan on his building last year.
His younger brother, Dante, was the cosigner.
All right, find out everything you can about Dante, and I'll call you back in an hour.
Can't your boys down at the LAPD handle this? No, actually.
They'd be way too busy serving a warrant at a brothel in Koreatown fronting as a massage parlor.
Uh How do you know where I am, Syd? Smokey Robinson voice, bad Korean elevator music in the background, your limited finances.
You're a dangerous woman, Syd Burnett.
Don't you ever forget it.
[Keypad beeps.]
Y'all got Wi-Fi? [Speaking Spanish on TV.]
¿Dónde estabas? Library.
[Spanish on TV continues.]
What do you care? There's no milk.
The eggs are gone.
There's nothing to eat.
When's the last time you cooked something? [Speaking Spanish.]
I did.
I bought it last night, and your boyfriend drank it all.
- EDDIE: You got a mouth on you, huh? - You're supposed to feed us.
That's what mothers do.
They feed their kids.
[Spanish on TV continues.]
Hey.
Don't let Mom know I gave you this.
Go get yourself something to eat.
Thanks.
Hey.
Don't buy candy, Nico.
It's gon' be all right Ya Yo, what up, hey, how you dern? Lemme talk, now it's my turn Light this blunt, now let it burn Hear this music, know its worth A-okay, meeting adjourned Jumpin', y'all did not know I can learn Boston legend, Larry Bird, we gon' tour around the I want a billion Benny's so I can blow them at Denny's I turned this song to a melie Gon' rip the bartenders empty Now we be blowing confetti I'm young and I'm ready I'm hungry, I'm sweaty, I'm cheddy I'm '90s like "Ed, Edd N Eddy" Go hit that celly, damn Mama do that belly dance We be puffin' smelly plants Sing like it's R.
Kelly's jam Made it to the promise land - Why does she do that all the time? - Hmm? Pretending to be dead.
It's weird, right? She's a typical teenager, screaming for attention.
It'll cost us like, uh 300 bucks? What, in therapy? Yeah.
Retail therapy.
- [Chuckles.]
- Bags, shoes, jewelry.
It's not getting better.
No.
But at least it's not, you know - [quietly.]
piercings.
- Don't.
- [Cellphone chimes.]
- Guys, I just got tagged on a viral video.
It's a beautiful day.
We're out here on the Wilson Trail.
Come on.
Are you gonna get in this? MAN: No.
Just keep going.
He's being shy.
So you just get me and the view.
You can see the whole city.
Look.
There's Dodger Stadium.
And a little bit further up, we might be able to see the ocean.
What are you doing? - [Gun cocks.]
- Oh, my God.
Eric? Eric, no.
No! [Gunshots.]
[Grunts, gasping.]
What is she doing? [Gasping continues.]
[Gasping stops.]
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God, are you seeing this? - I was tagged.
- What's happening? Yeah, me too.
Is something wrong? Izzy, is this real? Yeah.
Look at her eyes.
Hey.
What's up? Dad, I think a girl just died.
- What? - We heard gunshots.
She looked scared, like really scared.
[Cellphone chimes.]
I gotta go.
You guys, don't watch that.
And don't tag anyone else.
Okay.
[Police radio chatter.]
I can't believe the girls saw that video.
Is Izzy okay? Yeah.
Strangely calm.
- [Siren chirping.]
- Tough kid.
I don't know.
She didn't even flinch.
Some people are just built that way.
Syd, I need you to be straight with me.
- All right.
- Did you burn down club Cyrk? Yeah.
I did.
Shit.
I wasn't expecting that.
BAINES: Syd.
Talk to your boy right here.
Look at him, with the sling.
I'm telling you, man, you gotta lose it.
It's not a good look.
- Zero swag.
- Yo, I got shot.
That was four days ago.
Come on, now.
You gotta man up.
Now, if that was me Oh, here we go with another "back in the day" story about if it had been you.
You would've had a leg hanging off, take down three masked bad guys while making yourself a sandwich.
Two sandwiches.
- I would've been making two sandwiches.
- Oh, Jesus.
And you need to learn how to effectively exaggerate, - my friend.
- I got shot, Baines.
- You were grazed.
- My shirt was soaked in blood.
- Back me up, McKenna.
- Your lip was quivering.
You were crying like a baby.
[Helicopter blades whirring.]
[Camera shutters clicking.]
Victim's Denise Bradshaw, 22, gunshot wound to the arm, fatal shot to the back, no witnesses.
Well, according to this storylive feed, there are 800,000 witnesses.
And counting.
WALKER: Yeah, except no one can I.
D.
the killer.
Eric.
She said "Eric" during the live feed.
That's got to be our shooter.
Well, Denise Bradshaw knew her killer.
That's a start.
.
380 automatic.
Sometimes you win Sometimes you don't And there's $20 Says you won't You're late.
Yeah.
I had to take care of something.
What? Hey, I got some weed.
I get to roll it this time.
No, the papers aren't in It's it's just for protection, okay? That's all.
If you tell me why You trust me, right? Yeah.
Okay.
SYD: The only help I want is the name and address of your C.
I.
- Can you do that for me? - I'm sorry.
I can't give you that.
I don't feel comfortable giving you that information.
Okay.
Wait a minute.
Hold on, Syd.
Maybe I can help another way.
You know that's the only way to get Knox.
Hunting Gabriel Knox it's foolish.
- It's dangerous.
- Yeah.
I know.
You've said it.
You've made your point.
Look, have you really thought about what you're doing? I mean, how does it end, Syd? You gonna get yourself killed? So, now you're worried about me? Hmm? Cute.
You're my daughter.
Let me help you.
I already have a partner.
Keep her out of it.
Don't force her to choose your partnership over her badge.
Wow.
[Chuckles.]
Look at you giving advice on partnerships.
Not your strong suit.
I'll find another way.
[Engine starts.]
Wait.
Odell Watkins.
Hey.
- Was this you? - Oh, come on, man, absolutely not.
This is disrespectful.
Did you do this? - [Chuckles.]
- Did you? McKenna, help me out here.
You went too far.
- Yeah.
- I did not do this.
[Chuckling.]
No.
I am innocent.
Somebody call the cops.
I got feelings, man.
I swear on my mother's eyes I wouldn't do that to you.
- It wasn't me.
- You swear on what? - It's an old expression.
- Yeah, really old.
Hey, McKenna! Where you going? Go ahead! We got this! Hey, check this out, all right? One of the last calls Denise Bradshaw made was to this burner phone, which was purchased in a three-pack at a quick mart in Encino.
- Can we I.
D.
the buyer? - No.
Paid cash, there's no surveillance, but look at this call and text history.
Yeah.
So, this phone's just been used to communicate - with our victim, Denise? - Mm-hmm.
It was activated a week ago and went dark right after the murder.
So it has to be the killer.
- Eh - He bought three phones.
So we are looking at two more potential victims.
Another one of these phones was activated right after it was purchased.
This guy's a possible serial killer.
So, I'm gonna get whatever subscriber info I can on this phone.
- Once I get a name, I'll cross-ref - No, no, no, no.
Let's not wait.
I mean, he could be already on to his next victim.
[Keypad beeping.]
[Ringing.]
WOMAN: Hello? You're sure it was the same hiking trail - where the woman was murdered.
- Yeah.
The Wilson Trail.
I watched that video like a dozen times.
- Where'd you meet this Eric? - In the coffee shop where I work.
He came in about a month ago.
We exchanged numbers.
We met up at a diner after work one night.
The next day, he called and asked me to go hiking.
I got there first.
We, uh, smoked a joint in the parking lot.
Do you remember his car? Mustang.
New.
It didn't even have plates yet.
So, tell us what happened on that trail.
Just try to relax.
You're doing great.
[Voice breaking.]
Thank you.
About halfway up the trail, he asked me if I brought my phone.
He wanted me to film myself on storylive.
I thought that was odd.
I told him that I wanted to go back, and he got angry Really angry.
I had that little voice in my head telling me that I needed to get the hell out of there, so I ran.
I got in my car, and I drove away.
Can you describe Eric? Light brown hair, blue eyes.
[Indistinct conversations.]
[Bell dings.]
Are you okay? Hmm? Yeah.
Yeah.
I'm just trying to think.
[Indistinct conversations continue.]
[Chuckles.]
This is my brother's jacket.
You didn't tell me why you were late today.
What are you talking about? Just tell me if you have a girlfriend.
Ahh.
Yeah.
I do.
I'm staring at her right now, and she's beautiful.
Hey, is is your phone charged? Yeah.
Why? Mine's dead, you know.
Thank you.
Hey.
Come on.
Let's get out of here.
No, wait.
We have to pay.
No, we don't.
This is crazy.
Just go.
Go.
[Door hinges creak.]
[Dog barking.]
[Birds chirping on TV.]
MR.
MAGOO: Oh, hello.
Listen to the happy laughter of those friendly natives.
Ah, what a joyful lot And a good audience, too.
[Door hinges creak.]
the joke well.
What's this? [Chirping continues.]
Great balls of fire! What a monster! Waldo, hand me my .
300 Magnum elephant gun.
Ooh, I can just see it hanging in my trophy room.
Now I'll just separate this grass, lay my gun barrel across this hammock.
Steady, Magoo.
Steady.
Stay where you are - [Clattering.]
- my pretty prize.
One [Explosion.]
[Screams.]
What a kick in that gun! WALDO: Uh, what happened? Missed him.
That's what.
You know you can get yourself killed sneaking up on people like that.
Says the lady with the gun standing over a dead body in a tub.
What are you doing here? Following you.
Why are you here? Looking for him.
Looks like someone got to him before you did.
What's he to you? Old C.
I.
of a friend.
Odell Watkins.
I had hoped that he would give me a new lead to Knox.
He's the one who put me onto Ray Sherman Who must have found out and killed the poor naked bastard.
No, that's not Ray's style.
And what do you know about Ray Sherman's style? Nothing.
He's a businessman.
He owns clubs.
He's with Knox.
He's a drug dealer.
And you bite your lip when you lie.
I thought we were gonna do this Knox thing together.
What happened to no more secrets? Like "tailing your partner" secrets? No.
Like "burning down club Cyrk" secrets.
Was that really your only option? Yeah.
Yeah.
It felt pretty solid at the time, actually.
See, you ask me a direct question, I will give you a direct answer.
You're my partner, McKenna.
- I'm not gonna lie to you.
- Let me help you.
Let's get Knox the right way.
Well, I tried the right way.
Exhibit a Naked black man facedown Which leads me to, we need to get the hell out of here 'cause I don't need them connecting this to us.
Bring him back alive! This is messed up.
Dead body upstairs.
It's a crime scene.
Someone's got to call it in.
- Yep.
Somebody does.
- So, you know, you gonna N-no.
Hell no.
I was that somebody last week.
What? That was a lunch order.
That was a Nancy McKenna lunch order.
"Oh, I'll have a toasted bun.
If you could scoop out the middle of the roll, that'd be great.
Aioli on the side, easy on the onions, extra pickles.
If there is Dijon mustard, I'd like that in a separate container so nothing touches.
" I didn't know it was an issue.
If it takes more than five words to describe the order, it's not a freaking sandwich.
[Beeps, rings.]
MAN: 911.
[Indistinct conversations.]
Are you being helped, sir? Joseph Vaughn.
I'm waiting for my daughter Syd Burnett.
Detective Baines.
I didn't know Syd had a father.
I I mean, you you have to have a father.
You know, the sperm and the egg and the X, Y thing.
You know, it's just that she never really talk about personal stuff, you know? Someone's here to see you, Detective Burnett! We need to talk.
Now is not a good time.
I'm not asking.
Do you know who her dad is? Never met him.
I don't think they're close.
Yo, is that the Joseph Vaughn? Lots of stories out there.
Don't believe everything you hear.
In the academy, they used to talk about him like a lesson in what not to do.
Taught to you by some corny-ass house mouse who never strapped on a gun belt.
I'm sure whatever happened, he has to live with it every day.
I warned you.
I told you to leave it alone.
No, no, no! We don't even know that Odell's death had anything to do with me looking for Knox.
Listen to yourself! You're starting to believe your own bullshit.
I don't have to listen to this.
Yes, you do.
Odell he wasn't just my C.
I.
, baby.
He was my friend.
He trusted me.
This This is on you.
[Door opens.]
[Sniffles.]
Please go away.
Walker's running down a strong lead on the Wilson Trail killer.
[Sighs.]
You didn't tell me that "Silky" Vaughn was your dad.
"Silky"? Yeah.
I got to Narcotics a year after he left.
Legend has it he was so smooth undercover, he could talk his way into or out of any situation.
Obviously he wasn't that smooth 'cause he got fired.
[Chuckles.]
Yeah.
You know, when I was a kid, these punks caught me walking home from school alone.
Chased me down, beat my ass, and took my walkman.
Walkman? How old are you? Jesus.
My point is, I'm sitting there on the curb, licking my wounds, wiping my tears.
This young cop comes up, drives me home, even buys me a Slurpee on the way.
The next day, he comes back to my house and tells me and my folks that those guys that roughed me up are never gonna bother me again.
Let me guess.
That cop was Joseph.
No.
Is any part of this story true? No.
[Chuckles.]
And nobody called your dad "Silky," either.
[Laughs.]
You're such an ass.
Well, this ass made you smile.
Look, Syd, I know you're going through a lot.
But if you need something I'm here.
Thanks.
[Inhales deeply.]
[Sniffles.]
and the view.
You can see the whole city.
- Look.
There's Dodger Stadium.
- Hey.
You all right? SYD: I'm fine.
Let's worry about her.
Well, obviously the killer gets off on killing his victim while they're live on social media.
Are there any other cases with the same M.
O.
? Baines and Walker just interviewed someone who they think could have been his first target.
So, Denise Bradshaw was his second.
Killer bought three phones, so we have to assume he's planning on at least one more.
This Eric Lacey is a serial killer in the making, if that's even his real name.
He fits the description of half the white dudes in L.
A.
But we do know he drives a brand-new mustang with no plates.
Okay.
New car.
We can track him down using the unique Bluetooth identifiers from the tires.
Denise's co-workers said that Eric picked her up on the way to the park.
Probably one or two cars that went the same route in that time frame.
Find the car, we will find Denise's killer.
It's worth a try.
[Computer beeping.]
These are the towers that recorded the Bluetooth signal.
So, let's see who owns these cars.
We can eliminate most of these.
This unknown driver's got to be the one.
Damn.
It's a dealership in Nevada.
That doesn't help us locate Eric Lacey.
Wait a minute.
The Bluetooth numbers are unique to that Mustang.
We can re-create the path the car took by identifying the cell towers the signal connected with.
We've got multiple hits on that Bluetooth signal in that same area on two consecutive days.
Then that's where we look for his car.
Let's go.
Unh, that's tight Make a move, make a move, yeah, right - I see everybody - WALKER: Syd, this is no time to shop.
All right? We got eyes on the Mustang.
That's tight Make a move, make a move, yeah, right - Oh, I'll take this one.
- I see everybody in here getting hype Bought to bounce, back to it - Keep the change.
- Hold up, y'all This the last call, ain't it? Better finish all your alcohol, got dangit I've been on a roll, on a call, no planning, way a scheme Bet a brother dream, take over the planet Bring the rhythm to the whole nation like Janet Falling with no source of balance 808 my target practice, wait a minute No panic, let me fix it up 'Cause I bring the flavor like your favorite [Car alarm blares.]
[Car alarm deactivates.]
I got him.
Green and blue plaid shirt, light jeans, dark sneakers.
LAPD! Let me see your hands! [Gunshots.]
[People screaming.]
Put it down! Put it down! [Gunshots.]
Eric Lacey, LAPD! Drop the gun! - [Gunshot.]
- Drop the gun! Police! You're just adding time, brother! Let it go! - [Grunts.]
- Don't move! You guys good? Get over here.
You like grabbing girls, huh? Yeah, you got me.
You think you solved the problem, though? [Handcuffs click.]
She deserved to die! They all deserved to die! [Siren wailing.]
Eric Lacey, you're under arrest for the murder of Denise Bradshaw.
[Car door closes.]
[Sighs.]
Not exactly the plan I drew up, Syd.
- I don't like to wait.
- Clearly.
[Cellphone ringing.]
I got to take this.
Sorry.
I got caught up with some stuff.
That was the longest hour of my life.
What do you got? I just sent you the sealed juvenile files and prison records for your boy Dante.
You owe me.
I am operating in a suboptimal work space, hooked up to a friendly hands Wi-Fi with the bandwidth of a baby monitor, and I got the Korean medusa giving me the hairy eyeball.
Yeah, your thank-you card's in the mail.
Let me take a look at the file.
Hold on.
[Cellphone chirps.]
It's a recent photo and his juvie record.
Are you sure this is the same Dante Sherman? - Ray Sherman's brother? - I'm positive.
And while we're on the subject, Syd, you might want to think twice about digging too deep in your partner's business.
I'm not into your personal drama.
- It messes with my qi.
- [Keypad beeps.]
Hello? Syd? Ain't that a bitch? McKenna, let's take a ride.
[Engine shuts off.]
- [Car door closes.]
- SYD: Do you know about 20 years ago, Ray Sherman's little brother, Dante He got shot trying to Rob this place.
His young latina accomplice she was the getaway driver, which is probably why nobody could ever identify her.
Yeah, they were wanted in a series of robberies.
Okay.
You made your point.
Oh, no, no, no, no.
I was just getting to the good part.
So, Dante He wouldn't give up his girl.
So Dante went to prison for her For this sweet little angel.
And Nancy Perez She would go visit him.
That's enough.
Is it? Is it enough? All that talk about, "I got your back, we're in this together, Syd" That was bullshit.
- This is not the same.
- He was in your house this morning.
I get it, right? I I get it.
I know how it is.
Dante didn't give you up.
You owe him, right? You don't know shit, Syd.
[Indistinct conversations, elevator bell dings.]
[Elevator doors open.]
Lieutenant Calloway.
Been a while.
Yeah.
I know word on the street is I died of a broken heart.
But here I am.
I said no strings.
You did.
How's Robbery Homicide treating you? A lot better than Narcotics.
A lot less drama.
[Chuckles.]
I'm hoping you could help me with something.
- All right.
- A couple of my guys in the DEA were tracking a shipment of fentanyl.
Club Cyrk was the drop spot.
We were drawing up a warrant to hit the place when it suddenly burned down.
Fire Marshal said it was arson.
Yeah.
I heard about that.
I heard you and your partner were there the night before the place got torched.
Apparently involved in some kind of ruckus.
Ruckus? Can you describe the ruckus, sir? - Were you there or not? - Yeah.
We were there.
We were having a couple drinks.
Manager got out of pocket.
Me and McKenna handled it.
That's it.
So, what's up, Jay? 'Cause this is a simple call.
You didn't have to come all the way up here.
A shitload of drugs went missing from Cyrk before the fire.
There are a lot of eyes on this.
Sounds like you and your boys need to get your story straight.
I like the beard.
Thank you.
[Siren wailing.]
[Mouse clicking.]
[Computer beeps.]
[Clicking continues.]
Baby, I'm lost Baby, I'm lost [Indistinct speaking on TV.]
Know that I'm lost Baby, I'm lost What's up with the gin and tonic? Thought you were a bourbon guy.
It was Odell's favorite.
They're full of surprise [Indistinct speaking on TV continues.]
Baby, I'm lost, lost, lost, lost Yes, I am Who's on the mound? Kershaw.
He's a bull.
Stubborn Never gives in to a hitter.
That's what makes him so great.
Great as he is, he can't get a win without a team behind him.
Baby, I'm lost Lost in your touch I need it so much I'm lost in your eyes They are full of surprise Baby, I'm lost, lost, lost, lost Ahh, ha-ha-ha [Engine shuts off.]
[Indistinct talking.]
What's up, Detective? You want to pat me down real quick? [Indistinct talking continues.]
[Indistinct speaking on TV.]
- Hey.
- [Sighs.]
Hey.
Oh, come on in.
Thanks.
Can I get you something? Beer? Soda? No, I-I can't stay this time.
Um, I just Wanted to bring you this.
[Scoffs.]
Look, you don't have to do that, all right? I know.
I just you know, I want to make sure you're good.
Thanks.
[Sighs.]
Look, if, um If people, you know, start to come around asking about me, or when we were kids You don't even have to worry, all right? I got you.
I know.
I know.
Um All right.
- Okay.
- All right.
Hey, Nico Don't go buying candy with that.
[Chuckles.]
[Lexxi Saal's "Come Out Wherever You Are" plays.]
Finders keepers, losers weepers Up in flames like high fevers Got a secret, can you keep it? - [Engine starts.]
- Don't let them hear you breathing Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ah, ah [Vocalizing.]
Dante, it's gonna be okay.
This is the last time.
We'll have enough money to take Nico and move out of town.
Hey.
That's him.
Nancy, you got your phone, right? Mm-hmm.
Okay.
Okay.
If something happens, you call Ray, all right? Wait.
Be careful.
Yeah.
[Man shouting in native language.]
[Gunshot.]
[Shouting continues.]
Dante! [Gunshot.]
- Go! - Shit.
No! Go away, Nance! Go, Nancy! Go! Do it! [Engine starts.]
No more monsters in my head They're right here with me instead I got a secret, can you keep it? Don't let them hear you breathing [Gun, badge thud.]
Come out, come out wherever you are Come out, come out wherever you are Don't try to run, you won't get far Come out, come out wherever you are Come out wherever you are
[Locks disengage.]
[Filtered breathing continues.]
[Lid slams, locks engage.]
[Pounding on door.]
[Inhales sharply.]
- [Pounding continues.]
- Okay.
I'm coming.
[Sniffs, exhales sharply.]
[Both grunting.]
What the? That's Atticus.
He's with me.
[Grunting.]
Can't find Ray.
Where is he? [Straining.]
Tell your girlfriend to back off.
- [Punch lands.]
- [Grunts.]
I've been looking for your brother, Dante.
It's 3:00 in the morning, Arlo.
Yeah, that's what your cheap-ass clock says.
Analog, bro? Really? - [Grunts.]
- As you can see, I am very upset.
Club Cyrk was torched.
$20 million in fentanyl is missing.
And so is Ray.
So, it seems to me like you got more than just interior-design problems.
Ray wouldn't torch that club.
And there's no way he would cross Gabriel Knox.
You know, I thought the same thing about eight hours ago.
[Grunts.]
Find your shithead brother.
And get my damn drugs back! [Grunting.]
[Breathing heavily.]
Knox would hate for this to get messy.
[Exhales sharply.]
Let's go.
[Coughs.]
[Groans.]
- [Door hinges creak.]
- ZACH: Daddy? Hey.
[Sniffles.]
Hey.
Stay there.
Stay there.
It's okay.
[Breathing heavily.]
Come here.
Come here.
It's okay.
It's okay.
Can I go to Mom's house? When you move as fast as I'm movin' All the toxic things that I'm using SYD: What are we doing on Tujunga? Nobody takes Tujunga.
You're wasting time.
Just make a left right here.
- I know how to get there! - The app says there's a shortcut.
- Make a le - The app can suck it! I know L.
A.
[Jamaican accent.]
Sista girl is right.
De app is always faster.
Wait a minute.
Is someone talking in the backseat? Someone I told to shut his face five minutes ago? I ain't playing with you, Gil.
Why ya givin' da man grief? 'Cause you made us chase you, jackass.
My people were born to run.
I have an obligation to flee.
All right, your fake-ass Jamaican accent is getting on my damn nerves.
So, what are we gonna do with Usain-I-tried-to-Bolt? We don't have time to book him.
Detectives, detectives, if you could see your way to letting me go wit tonly a warning You could just slow da car.
I'll hop out.
You don't teven have to come to a stop.
BOTH: Shut up, Gil! You know what? There's always, uh No, Syd.
- Yes.
- What? You could always what? - Everybody got their own demons - [Tires screech.]
Everybody fightin' - Hey, Syd.
- What's up? Nancy.
Practice ended 20 minutes ago.
[Sighs.]
She's mad.
[Sniffs.]
Why does it smell like snoop just farted in here? - [Thumping.]
- GIL: [Muffled.]
Dis ain't civilized.
Let da man out! You've got a perp in the trunk.
No.
Izzy, we wouldn't do that, all right? We've got a snitch in the trunk.
GIL: I'd prefer "confidential informant.
" - That's lit.
- Right? I promise I won't tell Dad.
Thanks, darling.
Seat belt.
[Tires screech.]
Hey.
Can I help you? - Huh? - I live here.
You need something? Dad, I'm gonna need some new cleats! Syd, save me some lasagna.
Oh, you better claim that now.
I can't make any promises.
PATRICK: After we finished the floors, we opened up this wall to the kitchen.
- Hey.
- Hi.
Hey, honey, this is Steven Hines.
This my wife, Nancy, and her partner.
- What's up? - They're detectives.
Steven grew up in this house.
20 years ago.
- Oh.
Really? - Yeah.
He was outside when I came back from my run.
Yeah, I was just checking out the old neighborhood.
I just invited him in to take a look and, you know, warned him we updated a few things.
Basically gutted his childhood memories.
Looks great.
It's beautiful.
Thank you.
Uh-huh.
Uh, listen, um, I don't want to interrupt your whole day.
Patrick, thank you.
Nice to meet you.
You know what? I-I left my phone in my jacket in the car.
- I'll walk you out.
- Oh, perfect.
All right, who ate all the damn lasagna? Say something.
You can't just show up here like this.
Shit's happening.
Okay? Ray's gone.
I can't find him.
There's drugs missing.
That sounds like a Ray problem.
Yeah, he's done some stupid things, okay? But Ray would never do this, and you know that.
Dante, you need to go.
We cannot talk about this here.
You know your partner torched Cyrk.
Syd wouldn't do that.
She did.
And now Ray and me are caught in the middle of this.
So, please, Perez I need you to help me find Ray.
Okay? I I-I have nowhere else to go.
I will do whatever I have to do to protect him.
You don't know what Knox is capable of.
I'll see what I can do.
You need to lay low.
Okay.
All all I know is, um, Ray's been hanging with this this new guy.
His name's Sonny.
He lives in Hollywood.
So, I'll dig up what I can.
I'll text you.
Okay.
I'm sorry for putting this on you.
I always wondered when we'd see each other again.
I just never imagined it would be like this.
- I know what you are - [Sighs.]
- I know what ya like - [Keypad beeps.]
- Hello? - So, what do you got for me? That's a dangerous question coming from such a beautiful woman like yourself, Syd.
It's never gonna happen, Fletch.
So, uh, what'd you find out about Ray Sherman? Oh, boy's been off the grid 24 hours, no cellphone activity, no fastrak, credit cards, bank account, all quiet.
He's either dead, or he don't want to be found.
Why you looking for him? Playing a game of chess, and it's his move.
Hmm.
What about, um, paperwork for club Cyrk? Standard boilerplate stuff Although Ray did take out a pretty large equity loan on his building last year.
His younger brother, Dante, was the cosigner.
All right, find out everything you can about Dante, and I'll call you back in an hour.
Can't your boys down at the LAPD handle this? No, actually.
They'd be way too busy serving a warrant at a brothel in Koreatown fronting as a massage parlor.
Uh How do you know where I am, Syd? Smokey Robinson voice, bad Korean elevator music in the background, your limited finances.
You're a dangerous woman, Syd Burnett.
Don't you ever forget it.
[Keypad beeps.]
Y'all got Wi-Fi? [Speaking Spanish on TV.]
¿Dónde estabas? Library.
[Spanish on TV continues.]
What do you care? There's no milk.
The eggs are gone.
There's nothing to eat.
When's the last time you cooked something? [Speaking Spanish.]
I did.
I bought it last night, and your boyfriend drank it all.
- EDDIE: You got a mouth on you, huh? - You're supposed to feed us.
That's what mothers do.
They feed their kids.
[Spanish on TV continues.]
Hey.
Don't let Mom know I gave you this.
Go get yourself something to eat.
Thanks.
Hey.
Don't buy candy, Nico.
It's gon' be all right Ya Yo, what up, hey, how you dern? Lemme talk, now it's my turn Light this blunt, now let it burn Hear this music, know its worth A-okay, meeting adjourned Jumpin', y'all did not know I can learn Boston legend, Larry Bird, we gon' tour around the I want a billion Benny's so I can blow them at Denny's I turned this song to a melie Gon' rip the bartenders empty Now we be blowing confetti I'm young and I'm ready I'm hungry, I'm sweaty, I'm cheddy I'm '90s like "Ed, Edd N Eddy" Go hit that celly, damn Mama do that belly dance We be puffin' smelly plants Sing like it's R.
Kelly's jam Made it to the promise land - Why does she do that all the time? - Hmm? Pretending to be dead.
It's weird, right? She's a typical teenager, screaming for attention.
It'll cost us like, uh 300 bucks? What, in therapy? Yeah.
Retail therapy.
- [Chuckles.]
- Bags, shoes, jewelry.
It's not getting better.
No.
But at least it's not, you know - [quietly.]
piercings.
- Don't.
- [Cellphone chimes.]
- Guys, I just got tagged on a viral video.
It's a beautiful day.
We're out here on the Wilson Trail.
Come on.
Are you gonna get in this? MAN: No.
Just keep going.
He's being shy.
So you just get me and the view.
You can see the whole city.
Look.
There's Dodger Stadium.
And a little bit further up, we might be able to see the ocean.
What are you doing? - [Gun cocks.]
- Oh, my God.
Eric? Eric, no.
No! [Gunshots.]
[Grunts, gasping.]
What is she doing? [Gasping continues.]
[Gasping stops.]
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God, are you seeing this? - I was tagged.
- What's happening? Yeah, me too.
Is something wrong? Izzy, is this real? Yeah.
Look at her eyes.
Hey.
What's up? Dad, I think a girl just died.
- What? - We heard gunshots.
She looked scared, like really scared.
[Cellphone chimes.]
I gotta go.
You guys, don't watch that.
And don't tag anyone else.
Okay.
[Police radio chatter.]
I can't believe the girls saw that video.
Is Izzy okay? Yeah.
Strangely calm.
- [Siren chirping.]
- Tough kid.
I don't know.
She didn't even flinch.
Some people are just built that way.
Syd, I need you to be straight with me.
- All right.
- Did you burn down club Cyrk? Yeah.
I did.
Shit.
I wasn't expecting that.
BAINES: Syd.
Talk to your boy right here.
Look at him, with the sling.
I'm telling you, man, you gotta lose it.
It's not a good look.
- Zero swag.
- Yo, I got shot.
That was four days ago.
Come on, now.
You gotta man up.
Now, if that was me Oh, here we go with another "back in the day" story about if it had been you.
You would've had a leg hanging off, take down three masked bad guys while making yourself a sandwich.
Two sandwiches.
- I would've been making two sandwiches.
- Oh, Jesus.
And you need to learn how to effectively exaggerate, - my friend.
- I got shot, Baines.
- You were grazed.
- My shirt was soaked in blood.
- Back me up, McKenna.
- Your lip was quivering.
You were crying like a baby.
[Helicopter blades whirring.]
[Camera shutters clicking.]
Victim's Denise Bradshaw, 22, gunshot wound to the arm, fatal shot to the back, no witnesses.
Well, according to this storylive feed, there are 800,000 witnesses.
And counting.
WALKER: Yeah, except no one can I.
D.
the killer.
Eric.
She said "Eric" during the live feed.
That's got to be our shooter.
Well, Denise Bradshaw knew her killer.
That's a start.
.
380 automatic.
Sometimes you win Sometimes you don't And there's $20 Says you won't You're late.
Yeah.
I had to take care of something.
What? Hey, I got some weed.
I get to roll it this time.
No, the papers aren't in It's it's just for protection, okay? That's all.
If you tell me why You trust me, right? Yeah.
Okay.
SYD: The only help I want is the name and address of your C.
I.
- Can you do that for me? - I'm sorry.
I can't give you that.
I don't feel comfortable giving you that information.
Okay.
Wait a minute.
Hold on, Syd.
Maybe I can help another way.
You know that's the only way to get Knox.
Hunting Gabriel Knox it's foolish.
- It's dangerous.
- Yeah.
I know.
You've said it.
You've made your point.
Look, have you really thought about what you're doing? I mean, how does it end, Syd? You gonna get yourself killed? So, now you're worried about me? Hmm? Cute.
You're my daughter.
Let me help you.
I already have a partner.
Keep her out of it.
Don't force her to choose your partnership over her badge.
Wow.
[Chuckles.]
Look at you giving advice on partnerships.
Not your strong suit.
I'll find another way.
[Engine starts.]
Wait.
Odell Watkins.
Hey.
- Was this you? - Oh, come on, man, absolutely not.
This is disrespectful.
Did you do this? - [Chuckles.]
- Did you? McKenna, help me out here.
You went too far.
- Yeah.
- I did not do this.
[Chuckling.]
No.
I am innocent.
Somebody call the cops.
I got feelings, man.
I swear on my mother's eyes I wouldn't do that to you.
- It wasn't me.
- You swear on what? - It's an old expression.
- Yeah, really old.
Hey, McKenna! Where you going? Go ahead! We got this! Hey, check this out, all right? One of the last calls Denise Bradshaw made was to this burner phone, which was purchased in a three-pack at a quick mart in Encino.
- Can we I.
D.
the buyer? - No.
Paid cash, there's no surveillance, but look at this call and text history.
Yeah.
So, this phone's just been used to communicate - with our victim, Denise? - Mm-hmm.
It was activated a week ago and went dark right after the murder.
So it has to be the killer.
- Eh - He bought three phones.
So we are looking at two more potential victims.
Another one of these phones was activated right after it was purchased.
This guy's a possible serial killer.
So, I'm gonna get whatever subscriber info I can on this phone.
- Once I get a name, I'll cross-ref - No, no, no, no.
Let's not wait.
I mean, he could be already on to his next victim.
[Keypad beeping.]
[Ringing.]
WOMAN: Hello? You're sure it was the same hiking trail - where the woman was murdered.
- Yeah.
The Wilson Trail.
I watched that video like a dozen times.
- Where'd you meet this Eric? - In the coffee shop where I work.
He came in about a month ago.
We exchanged numbers.
We met up at a diner after work one night.
The next day, he called and asked me to go hiking.
I got there first.
We, uh, smoked a joint in the parking lot.
Do you remember his car? Mustang.
New.
It didn't even have plates yet.
So, tell us what happened on that trail.
Just try to relax.
You're doing great.
[Voice breaking.]
Thank you.
About halfway up the trail, he asked me if I brought my phone.
He wanted me to film myself on storylive.
I thought that was odd.
I told him that I wanted to go back, and he got angry Really angry.
I had that little voice in my head telling me that I needed to get the hell out of there, so I ran.
I got in my car, and I drove away.
Can you describe Eric? Light brown hair, blue eyes.
[Indistinct conversations.]
[Bell dings.]
Are you okay? Hmm? Yeah.
Yeah.
I'm just trying to think.
[Indistinct conversations continue.]
[Chuckles.]
This is my brother's jacket.
You didn't tell me why you were late today.
What are you talking about? Just tell me if you have a girlfriend.
Ahh.
Yeah.
I do.
I'm staring at her right now, and she's beautiful.
Hey, is is your phone charged? Yeah.
Why? Mine's dead, you know.
Thank you.
Hey.
Come on.
Let's get out of here.
No, wait.
We have to pay.
No, we don't.
This is crazy.
Just go.
Go.
[Door hinges creak.]
[Dog barking.]
[Birds chirping on TV.]
MR.
MAGOO: Oh, hello.
Listen to the happy laughter of those friendly natives.
Ah, what a joyful lot And a good audience, too.
[Door hinges creak.]
the joke well.
What's this? [Chirping continues.]
Great balls of fire! What a monster! Waldo, hand me my .
300 Magnum elephant gun.
Ooh, I can just see it hanging in my trophy room.
Now I'll just separate this grass, lay my gun barrel across this hammock.
Steady, Magoo.
Steady.
Stay where you are - [Clattering.]
- my pretty prize.
One [Explosion.]
[Screams.]
What a kick in that gun! WALDO: Uh, what happened? Missed him.
That's what.
You know you can get yourself killed sneaking up on people like that.
Says the lady with the gun standing over a dead body in a tub.
What are you doing here? Following you.
Why are you here? Looking for him.
Looks like someone got to him before you did.
What's he to you? Old C.
I.
of a friend.
Odell Watkins.
I had hoped that he would give me a new lead to Knox.
He's the one who put me onto Ray Sherman Who must have found out and killed the poor naked bastard.
No, that's not Ray's style.
And what do you know about Ray Sherman's style? Nothing.
He's a businessman.
He owns clubs.
He's with Knox.
He's a drug dealer.
And you bite your lip when you lie.
I thought we were gonna do this Knox thing together.
What happened to no more secrets? Like "tailing your partner" secrets? No.
Like "burning down club Cyrk" secrets.
Was that really your only option? Yeah.
Yeah.
It felt pretty solid at the time, actually.
See, you ask me a direct question, I will give you a direct answer.
You're my partner, McKenna.
- I'm not gonna lie to you.
- Let me help you.
Let's get Knox the right way.
Well, I tried the right way.
Exhibit a Naked black man facedown Which leads me to, we need to get the hell out of here 'cause I don't need them connecting this to us.
Bring him back alive! This is messed up.
Dead body upstairs.
It's a crime scene.
Someone's got to call it in.
- Yep.
Somebody does.
- So, you know, you gonna N-no.
Hell no.
I was that somebody last week.
What? That was a lunch order.
That was a Nancy McKenna lunch order.
"Oh, I'll have a toasted bun.
If you could scoop out the middle of the roll, that'd be great.
Aioli on the side, easy on the onions, extra pickles.
If there is Dijon mustard, I'd like that in a separate container so nothing touches.
" I didn't know it was an issue.
If it takes more than five words to describe the order, it's not a freaking sandwich.
[Beeps, rings.]
MAN: 911.
[Indistinct conversations.]
Are you being helped, sir? Joseph Vaughn.
I'm waiting for my daughter Syd Burnett.
Detective Baines.
I didn't know Syd had a father.
I I mean, you you have to have a father.
You know, the sperm and the egg and the X, Y thing.
You know, it's just that she never really talk about personal stuff, you know? Someone's here to see you, Detective Burnett! We need to talk.
Now is not a good time.
I'm not asking.
Do you know who her dad is? Never met him.
I don't think they're close.
Yo, is that the Joseph Vaughn? Lots of stories out there.
Don't believe everything you hear.
In the academy, they used to talk about him like a lesson in what not to do.
Taught to you by some corny-ass house mouse who never strapped on a gun belt.
I'm sure whatever happened, he has to live with it every day.
I warned you.
I told you to leave it alone.
No, no, no! We don't even know that Odell's death had anything to do with me looking for Knox.
Listen to yourself! You're starting to believe your own bullshit.
I don't have to listen to this.
Yes, you do.
Odell he wasn't just my C.
I.
, baby.
He was my friend.
He trusted me.
This This is on you.
[Door opens.]
[Sniffles.]
Please go away.
Walker's running down a strong lead on the Wilson Trail killer.
[Sighs.]
You didn't tell me that "Silky" Vaughn was your dad.
"Silky"? Yeah.
I got to Narcotics a year after he left.
Legend has it he was so smooth undercover, he could talk his way into or out of any situation.
Obviously he wasn't that smooth 'cause he got fired.
[Chuckles.]
Yeah.
You know, when I was a kid, these punks caught me walking home from school alone.
Chased me down, beat my ass, and took my walkman.
Walkman? How old are you? Jesus.
My point is, I'm sitting there on the curb, licking my wounds, wiping my tears.
This young cop comes up, drives me home, even buys me a Slurpee on the way.
The next day, he comes back to my house and tells me and my folks that those guys that roughed me up are never gonna bother me again.
Let me guess.
That cop was Joseph.
No.
Is any part of this story true? No.
[Chuckles.]
And nobody called your dad "Silky," either.
[Laughs.]
You're such an ass.
Well, this ass made you smile.
Look, Syd, I know you're going through a lot.
But if you need something I'm here.
Thanks.
[Inhales deeply.]
[Sniffles.]
and the view.
You can see the whole city.
- Look.
There's Dodger Stadium.
- Hey.
You all right? SYD: I'm fine.
Let's worry about her.
Well, obviously the killer gets off on killing his victim while they're live on social media.
Are there any other cases with the same M.
O.
? Baines and Walker just interviewed someone who they think could have been his first target.
So, Denise Bradshaw was his second.
Killer bought three phones, so we have to assume he's planning on at least one more.
This Eric Lacey is a serial killer in the making, if that's even his real name.
He fits the description of half the white dudes in L.
A.
But we do know he drives a brand-new mustang with no plates.
Okay.
New car.
We can track him down using the unique Bluetooth identifiers from the tires.
Denise's co-workers said that Eric picked her up on the way to the park.
Probably one or two cars that went the same route in that time frame.
Find the car, we will find Denise's killer.
It's worth a try.
[Computer beeping.]
These are the towers that recorded the Bluetooth signal.
So, let's see who owns these cars.
We can eliminate most of these.
This unknown driver's got to be the one.
Damn.
It's a dealership in Nevada.
That doesn't help us locate Eric Lacey.
Wait a minute.
The Bluetooth numbers are unique to that Mustang.
We can re-create the path the car took by identifying the cell towers the signal connected with.
We've got multiple hits on that Bluetooth signal in that same area on two consecutive days.
Then that's where we look for his car.
Let's go.
Unh, that's tight Make a move, make a move, yeah, right - I see everybody - WALKER: Syd, this is no time to shop.
All right? We got eyes on the Mustang.
That's tight Make a move, make a move, yeah, right - Oh, I'll take this one.
- I see everybody in here getting hype Bought to bounce, back to it - Keep the change.
- Hold up, y'all This the last call, ain't it? Better finish all your alcohol, got dangit I've been on a roll, on a call, no planning, way a scheme Bet a brother dream, take over the planet Bring the rhythm to the whole nation like Janet Falling with no source of balance 808 my target practice, wait a minute No panic, let me fix it up 'Cause I bring the flavor like your favorite [Car alarm blares.]
[Car alarm deactivates.]
I got him.
Green and blue plaid shirt, light jeans, dark sneakers.
LAPD! Let me see your hands! [Gunshots.]
[People screaming.]
Put it down! Put it down! [Gunshots.]
Eric Lacey, LAPD! Drop the gun! - [Gunshot.]
- Drop the gun! Police! You're just adding time, brother! Let it go! - [Grunts.]
- Don't move! You guys good? Get over here.
You like grabbing girls, huh? Yeah, you got me.
You think you solved the problem, though? [Handcuffs click.]
She deserved to die! They all deserved to die! [Siren wailing.]
Eric Lacey, you're under arrest for the murder of Denise Bradshaw.
[Car door closes.]
[Sighs.]
Not exactly the plan I drew up, Syd.
- I don't like to wait.
- Clearly.
[Cellphone ringing.]
I got to take this.
Sorry.
I got caught up with some stuff.
That was the longest hour of my life.
What do you got? I just sent you the sealed juvenile files and prison records for your boy Dante.
You owe me.
I am operating in a suboptimal work space, hooked up to a friendly hands Wi-Fi with the bandwidth of a baby monitor, and I got the Korean medusa giving me the hairy eyeball.
Yeah, your thank-you card's in the mail.
Let me take a look at the file.
Hold on.
[Cellphone chirps.]
It's a recent photo and his juvie record.
Are you sure this is the same Dante Sherman? - Ray Sherman's brother? - I'm positive.
And while we're on the subject, Syd, you might want to think twice about digging too deep in your partner's business.
I'm not into your personal drama.
- It messes with my qi.
- [Keypad beeps.]
Hello? Syd? Ain't that a bitch? McKenna, let's take a ride.
[Engine shuts off.]
- [Car door closes.]
- SYD: Do you know about 20 years ago, Ray Sherman's little brother, Dante He got shot trying to Rob this place.
His young latina accomplice she was the getaway driver, which is probably why nobody could ever identify her.
Yeah, they were wanted in a series of robberies.
Okay.
You made your point.
Oh, no, no, no, no.
I was just getting to the good part.
So, Dante He wouldn't give up his girl.
So Dante went to prison for her For this sweet little angel.
And Nancy Perez She would go visit him.
That's enough.
Is it? Is it enough? All that talk about, "I got your back, we're in this together, Syd" That was bullshit.
- This is not the same.
- He was in your house this morning.
I get it, right? I I get it.
I know how it is.
Dante didn't give you up.
You owe him, right? You don't know shit, Syd.
[Indistinct conversations, elevator bell dings.]
[Elevator doors open.]
Lieutenant Calloway.
Been a while.
Yeah.
I know word on the street is I died of a broken heart.
But here I am.
I said no strings.
You did.
How's Robbery Homicide treating you? A lot better than Narcotics.
A lot less drama.
[Chuckles.]
I'm hoping you could help me with something.
- All right.
- A couple of my guys in the DEA were tracking a shipment of fentanyl.
Club Cyrk was the drop spot.
We were drawing up a warrant to hit the place when it suddenly burned down.
Fire Marshal said it was arson.
Yeah.
I heard about that.
I heard you and your partner were there the night before the place got torched.
Apparently involved in some kind of ruckus.
Ruckus? Can you describe the ruckus, sir? - Were you there or not? - Yeah.
We were there.
We were having a couple drinks.
Manager got out of pocket.
Me and McKenna handled it.
That's it.
So, what's up, Jay? 'Cause this is a simple call.
You didn't have to come all the way up here.
A shitload of drugs went missing from Cyrk before the fire.
There are a lot of eyes on this.
Sounds like you and your boys need to get your story straight.
I like the beard.
Thank you.
[Siren wailing.]
[Mouse clicking.]
[Computer beeps.]
[Clicking continues.]
Baby, I'm lost Baby, I'm lost [Indistinct speaking on TV.]
Know that I'm lost Baby, I'm lost What's up with the gin and tonic? Thought you were a bourbon guy.
It was Odell's favorite.
They're full of surprise [Indistinct speaking on TV continues.]
Baby, I'm lost, lost, lost, lost Yes, I am Who's on the mound? Kershaw.
He's a bull.
Stubborn Never gives in to a hitter.
That's what makes him so great.
Great as he is, he can't get a win without a team behind him.
Baby, I'm lost Lost in your touch I need it so much I'm lost in your eyes They are full of surprise Baby, I'm lost, lost, lost, lost Ahh, ha-ha-ha [Engine shuts off.]
[Indistinct talking.]
What's up, Detective? You want to pat me down real quick? [Indistinct talking continues.]
[Indistinct speaking on TV.]
- Hey.
- [Sighs.]
Hey.
Oh, come on in.
Thanks.
Can I get you something? Beer? Soda? No, I-I can't stay this time.
Um, I just Wanted to bring you this.
[Scoffs.]
Look, you don't have to do that, all right? I know.
I just you know, I want to make sure you're good.
Thanks.
[Sighs.]
Look, if, um If people, you know, start to come around asking about me, or when we were kids You don't even have to worry, all right? I got you.
I know.
I know.
Um All right.
- Okay.
- All right.
Hey, Nico Don't go buying candy with that.
[Chuckles.]
[Lexxi Saal's "Come Out Wherever You Are" plays.]
Finders keepers, losers weepers Up in flames like high fevers Got a secret, can you keep it? - [Engine starts.]
- Don't let them hear you breathing Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ah, ah [Vocalizing.]
Dante, it's gonna be okay.
This is the last time.
We'll have enough money to take Nico and move out of town.
Hey.
That's him.
Nancy, you got your phone, right? Mm-hmm.
Okay.
Okay.
If something happens, you call Ray, all right? Wait.
Be careful.
Yeah.
[Man shouting in native language.]
[Gunshot.]
[Shouting continues.]
Dante! [Gunshot.]
- Go! - Shit.
No! Go away, Nance! Go, Nancy! Go! Do it! [Engine starts.]
No more monsters in my head They're right here with me instead I got a secret, can you keep it? Don't let them hear you breathing [Gun, badge thud.]
Come out, come out wherever you are Come out, come out wherever you are Don't try to run, you won't get far Come out, come out wherever you are Come out wherever you are