L.A.'s Finest (2019–…): Season 1, Episode 2 - Episode #1.2 - full transcript
Previously on "L.A.'s Finest"...
5 years ago the DEA had me
investigating Gabriel Knox.
And my cover got blown.
I was tortured, shot, and left for dead.
Knox disappeared after that.
You think he's here in L.A.
And Ray Sherman knows how to find him.
Ray Sherman has been
running off at the mouth
about being on Knox's payroll.
I want Gabriel Knox.
As long as Knox is protecting him,
Sherman's not gonna talk.
You can't keep going after him.
When I'm done,
I won't have to go after him...
he's gonna come to me.
Dante?
Your partner crossed the line.
Calling me is crossing the line.
Don't do it again.
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[Filtered breathing]
[Locks disengage]
[Filtered breathing continues]
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[Lid slams, locks engage]
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[Pounding on door]
[Inhales sharply]
- [Pounding continues]
- Okay. I'm coming.
[Sniffs, exhales sharply]
[Both grunting]
What the...?
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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]
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www.addic7ed.com
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?
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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.
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- ♪ 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]
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Hey.
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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]
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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.
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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]
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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.
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[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...
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[Explosion]
[Screams] What a kick in that gun!
WALDO: Uh, what happened?
Missed him. That's what.
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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.
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[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]
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[Sniffles]
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...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 ♪
Synced & corrected by kinglouisxx
www.addic7ed.com
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
5 years ago the DEA had me
investigating Gabriel Knox.
And my cover got blown.
I was tortured, shot, and left for dead.
Knox disappeared after that.
You think he's here in L.A.
And Ray Sherman knows how to find him.
Ray Sherman has been
running off at the mouth
about being on Knox's payroll.
I want Gabriel Knox.
As long as Knox is protecting him,
Sherman's not gonna talk.
You can't keep going after him.
When I'm done,
I won't have to go after him...
he's gonna come to me.
Dante?
Your partner crossed the line.
Calling me is crossing the line.
Don't do it again.
♪♪
[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]
♪♪
♪♪
Synced & corrected by kinglouisxx
www.addic7ed.com
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.
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[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]
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[Sniffles]
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...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]
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[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!
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- [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?
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McKenna, let's take a ride.
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[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.
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[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.
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[Siren wailing]
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[Mouse clicking]
[Computer beeps]
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[Clicking continues]
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♪ 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.
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[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 ♪
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[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 ♪
Synced & corrected by kinglouisxx
www.addic7ed.com
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