L.A.'s Finest (2019–…): Season 2, Episode 10 - Deliver Us from Evil - full transcript
When was the last time you saw daylight?
Wayland kept Jen here
for Lord knows how long.
God, the shit she must have endured.
Let me out!
She wasn't the only one.
Tanya, Karen.
Well, we know Mallory is Jen.
Do we think Tanya and Karen
might be people Jen knew?
Even before her abduction?
I can see if Emma remembers them.
Call her.
Get some fresh air.
Hi. This is Emma.
Leave a message and I'll
call you right back.
Emma, it's Syd. I've
got a question for you.
Give me a call back.
Yeah...
Well done. You've taken the first step.
Thanks. It's starting to
feel like an AA meeting.
- You know?
- Well, I never met a sailor who didn't drink, so...
You may be on to something.
All right.
I want everybody to ask themselves
how your time in the
service changed you.
We all have our own demons.
Let's use this time to confront them.
All right? McKenna, how about it?
- How about what?
- What keeps you up at night?
Well, I have a teenager,
- so, you know.
- Okay, what else?
Come on, what happened over there?
I mean, you know,
few deployments, back and forth,
shit goes down, you know?
All right, be, be...
Come on. Be specific.
Stuff.
All right, I'll tell you what. You and I
will discuss more in
our one-on-one. Okay?
All right. Moving on.
I'm sure many of you are
familiar with this next exercise.
It is part teamwork, part workout.
Log PT.
Come on, guys! Let's
hear it. Come on now.
Carry your weight.
Keep going all day long!
How we looking, Stephen?
- Ask me next week.
- That bad?
- The polls are neck and neck. Which is fine, except...
- We're broke.
Broke would be an improvement.
Without a miracle, you're
gonna have to bow out.
- What's this?
- A Hail Mary.
You know who Charlotte Hume is?
The socialite? Yeah.
Every member of her
family has a TV show.
Yeah. But Charlotte's the smart one.
Who's known to make generous
campaign contributions.
So what, I just show up, hat
in hand, ask for a fat check?
This ain't the '90s.
All right, you got to ask
for a social media shout-out.
- Seriously?
- She has 70 million followers.
Her endorsement would be huge.
But a fat check wouldn't hurt either.
Okay.
What else you got?
Nathan Baker is blogging again.
Nathan Baker?
Yeah, he's blogging lies again.
Well, hardly matters anymore.
Guy is trolling us, Stephen.
I suggest you craft a response.
Otherwise, don't even bother with
Charlotte Hume or her fat check.
Wow.
Lots of bling on your walls.
And you're, what, a history buff?
Legacy, actually.
My fourth great-grandfather
was in the Civil War.
So, is this, what, round
two of the inquisition?
Old habits. Sometimes I forget I am
a therapist, not a drill sergeant.
You miss it?
It's why I started this retreat.
It's how I stay connected to other
vets who've gone through the same.
- Like you.
- Ha.
Smooth segue.
So, um, why are you here?
Well, I heard the food was great
and the beds are really comfortable,
- so...
- What are you doing here, honestly?
Um...
Um...
My life is falling apart.
My marriage is over, and...
My partner and I seem to
have bullets follow us
no matter where we go.
I see.
- And why is that?
- You got to meet my partner.
You ever think it's all deliberate?
Well, I mean, when
someone's shooting at you,
- it's, like, literally the most deliberate thing.
- No, your marriage,
the... the risky behavior. Are
you running back to the rush?
- "The rush"?
- Yeah, nothing beats the rush of living under fire.
It's why so many vets pursue
law enforcement like you did.
I mean, what else are we gonna do?
Yeah.
I came back a different person.
But I don't miss those days.
I never want to be back in that sandbox.
Yeah, let's...
- Let's talk about Iraq.
- I already told you.
Right.
"Stuff."
Petty Officer First Class Perez, Nancy.
Look at you. That's a good picture.
- How'd you get a hold of my service records?
- I know some people.
Purple Heart, Combat Action Ribbon,
Navy Star. That's impressive.
You want to tell me
about Ibrahim Abboud?
Perez, take the damn shot!
After he was killed,
you lost your nerve.
- You were sent back to rear detachment.
- Yeah, okay.
- I'm just trying to point something out.
- What, that you can read?
I believe all your troubles started
with Ibrahim Abboud and his jihadi mom.
- I did what I had to do.
- Yeah.
And you got commendations.
But you still feel
the need to justify it.
- Your point?
- That you're punishing yourself
for killing Ibrahim
because nobody else did.
It's time to drive on.
- What?
- It's a Corps saying. "Drive on.
Better road lies ahead."
Emma, it's Syd.
I've been trying to reach you.
Give me a call back. It's important.
- Hello?
- Terry, hi, this is Detective Syd Burnett.
I've been trying to find
Emma. Do you know where she is?
No. We were gonna meet for
brunch and she never came.
I just checked her yoga class.
Emma never showed up.
When was she supposed to be there?
Three hours ago.
Something's wrong. I know it.
U... Terry, I got to call you back.
I just got a call about an
abandoned car in North Hollywood.
Patrol ran the plates.
It belongs to Emma Mitchell.
- I want Baines riding shotgun.
- I don't need a babysitter.
Hey, hey. Whoa, whoa,
whoa. I prefer "two guard."
Fine.
Hey, look, it can be fun, right?
I'm a Scarface-pizza kind of babysitter.
And just because it's me doesn't mean
anything has to change,
all right? You can say
whatever you would say
if McKenna was riding with you.
That's such a relief.
This dude was chomping
the box last night,
it was amazing. Well,
until I farted, so...
Chains on the bed and everything?
Yep. All that was missing was a pit
and a basket to put the lotion in,
and would've been the full Buffalo Bill.
See, that's why I don't trust
white men with basements.
Hey, look, I got my thing
just like everybody else,
but if your thing has to happen
underground, that's a problem.
Okay, we got keys, phone, water.
Emma never even unplugged
the phone from the charger.
Rear bumper's busted,
got a broken light here.
Okay. She gets rear-ended,
she pulls over...
Exchange information...
- Gets grabbed.
- You know, this is some brazen shit.
Like, who kidnaps a
woman in broad daylight
in the middle of NoHo?
A middle-aged white man with a basement.
Help! Somebody, please help!
Help! Help me!
Please... What do you want?
Please let me go.
Please. Please.
- Go, go ahead and scream.
- Please. Please!
Help!
But I'm gonna warn you.
- I like it.
- Please, please, please don't hurt me.
- Please.
- You really do look like Mallory.
Please. Please. Please.
What do you want?
Please don't hurt me.
No, no, no.
Please, please, please.
Please... What are you...
It burns.
- Yeah.
- It burns so much.
It should.
It burns so much.
Here, here, here, let me,
let me, let me take the pain away.
I got you, I got you, I got you.
Yeah.
"One pill makes you larger,
one pill makes you small."
What do you want from me?
We could go around
the carousel... again,
or you could tell me
what you told the cops.
So...
What's it gonna be, beautiful?
So how long were you in?
Seven years.
Would've gone career, but women
aren't allowed in sniper school.
Still a boys' club.
- Like most things.
- Yeah.
Women have to meet the standard. Twice.
- Ain't that some shit?
- Yeah.
I bet you were great.
They give you 40 rounds to
qualify as a sharpshooter.
I did it with 12.
- But did you do it twice?
- Hoo.
You okay?
Yeah, yeah, just got a rock.
- I'll meet up with you.
- Okay.
- You're late.
- Hi.
You got somewhere else to be?
I don't like this. There's
no backup for miles,
and you didn't have enough time to prep.
I've been prepping for this
since I was shipped out at 17.
All right, well, you figured out
why both the Korea town assassins
came through this therapy program yet?
No.
Winslow and Hobbs came
through here months ago.
No one remembers them.
But Duke Ingram... He's shady.
What, you think he's... he's
got something to do with it?
He has access to classified files.
He had my military service records.
My real ones, not the
ones the Navy made public.
He has others, too.
All right, maybe someone's
hiring him to recruit assassins
through his therapy program. Can
we... can we get at his files?
Yeah. He keeps 'em
locked up in his office.
We can break in tonight.
When everyone's in the
mess hall, 7:00 p.m.
All right, I got to
go. You know what?
We have to get into
his computer, as well.
Can you ask Fletcher to help us out?
- Yeah. Hey.
- What?
Take this.
What? No.
This is veterans therapy.
- I can't have a weapon, they check.
- Then hide it.
Thanks, Dad.
You're welcome.
District Attorney...
Excuse me, interim.
- Nathan.
- I got your call.
You finally see the error of your ways?
You went after my daughter.
That's a little dramatic.
- I talked to her...
- That is my kid,
- you son of a bitch.
- All right, you...
You could have threatened
me over the phone.
Do we really need the Tony Soprano vibe?
- What's it gonna take?
- I'm sorry?
To make you go away.
You know, when I heard
you were running for DA,
I thought, damn, the balls
- on this arrogant bastard...
- Just name your price, Nathan.
I don't have a price, Pat.
I enjoy seeing you suffer. And that's...
Well, that's not gonna
change anytime soon.
You know the guy that
you beat outside that bar?
He still walks with a limp.
I am proud of the verdict
that I got in that case.
However,
I'm not proud of the sentence I got.
It was excessive, it
was political, it was
motivated by selfish ambition,
and if I could go back,
and change it, I would.
But the past is the past, Nathan.
So how can I help you today?
- Help me?
- I'm running my campaign on integrity.
What better way to demonstrate that
than review the facts of our
case, and it they bear out,
expunge your conviction.
I can't get you that time back,
but maybe I can help you
get back on your feet.
I'm sorry, Nathan.
I truly am.
I'll be in touch.
Is this everything from
Wayland's apartment?
Because there's still nothing on
Wayland's phone or his girlfriend's.
Well... "I'm Beverly Gamble.
I've got type 1 diabetes
and I have terrible taste in men."
No trace of Wayland or
Beverly in the last two weeks.
Syd?
Sorry. I can't stop thinking about Jen
in that basement with this animal.
Don't even do that to yourself.
Detectives, the glass shards
from the broken headlight
you found at the
accident scene were marked
- using microdot technology.
- Great.
- Now, what does that mean?
- On certain makes and models,
microscopic VIN numbers are sprayed
onto the headlamps during assembly,
linking that headlight
to a specific vehicle.
This is your vehicle.
We put an alarm out on it.
Good work, Linda.
Beverly Gamble. LAPD.
- Show me your hands. You're under arrest.
- What's going on?
Your car was used in
a possible abduction.
Wha... What's happening?
Get her out of here.
- What happened to the headlight, Bev?
- I don't know.
- The car belongs to Wayland.
- Your boyfriend.
- Wayland James?
- Yes.
- Where is he?
- I... I don't know.
He told me to pick up the car
at a Walmart in Porter Ranch
- and leave it at the park and ride.
- A woman was abducted using your car.
When was the last time you saw Wayland?
He said he got into some trouble
and that we both needed to lay low.
I went to a motel in Long Beach.
Then, today he left a
message with the front desk,
telling me to move the car.
So he knew where you were staying.
- Did that work both ways?
- No.
Everyone's still in the mess hall.
Ingram doesn't like long dinners, so
- I got to be quick.
- All right.
Fletcher come through?
And, he says you owe him one.
God, not a guy you want to owe.
I'm in.
Winslow's un-redacted military record.
Give me your phone.
Here you go.
Psych evals.
Physical fitness.
I can totally see why they
recruited him to be an assassin.
- Sorry. I didn't...
- No.
It's fine.
Hobbs is no schlub, either.
All right, look, all
this Nancy Drew shit
is really cool, but we got to hurry up.
I'm just gonna search his computer.
Look at this.
"Scout going well. Finding
replacement won't be an issue.
Mission still a go as planned."
This is from yesterday.
This is enough to arrest him.
- No.
- No?
Yes. Yes, he's still planning something.
We got to get him into
an interrogation room
- and get him to talk.
- He's special ops.
Nothing you say or do is
gonna get that guy to talk.
Okay. Then what?
I'm gonna stay here undercover
and convince him I'm
the most qualified person
- for whatever he's planning.
- No. No.
I don't... I don't
like... I don't like that.
That's not... Nothing I
say is gonna matter, is it?
No.
Shit.
- What?
- Someone's coming. Come here.
What? No.
What are you doing? I'm
trying to keep your op alive.
You can't just... Molest me.
I didn't molest you. I was just
trying to kiss you a little.
The hell's going on here?
- Um...
- Um, we're...
This is my boyfriend.
I thought everyone was at the mess...
Hall, and...
You know, we have rules
here. They apply to everyone.
I just, um...
I... He wanted to come and I was like,
you know, "You should do that."
- But, you know, like...
- No, like, come... I wanted to come here.
Not like the... Yeah, but
not the other "come." But...
- You know. It's...
- Anyway...
Chad.
Does your wife know you're here, Chad?
I'm.
I'm in real estate, so
I kind of just wear it.
Gives me a little more credibility.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
You know?
- Got to sell all those houses.
- Yeah.
Told you this was a bad idea.
- Yeah.
- He did. He... he didn't want to come.
Sorry. It's not funny.
This won't happen again.
Good. 'Cause if it
does, you're done here.
I'll... I'll never come again.
- Ms. Hume.
- DA McKenna.
I like the cut of your jib.
- I'm sorry, um...
- Idioms.
I try to learn a new one every week.
There's a book. No big deal.
Do you know what it means?
You, you like the way I look?
No.
It literally means
you're my kind of person.
And so, DA McKenna,
I like the cut of your jib.
Tough on crime,
yet socially progressive.
I could really use your support.
And your contributions.
Well, you could at least
buy me dinner first.
If you really like the cut of my jib,
I wouldn't think you'd mind
some honest communication.
I do love a man who knows what he wants.
And if honest is what we're being,
I've been looking forward
to meeting you in person.
Same.
Well, unfortunately,
this shakedown will have
to continue at another time.
I've got to make my rounds.
I'll check you later.
Geez.
I see you got your "new lead" face on.
- What's up?
- Yes!
Remember the names you found on
the wall of Wayland's basement?
Okay.
We're pretty sure that Karen
was Karen Selby, all right?
Her case was closed a few years ago
when they found a DNA
match of a Jane Doe
who overdosed in Griffith
Park at 19 years old.
- What about Tanya?
- Tanya is Tanya Glover.
Was reported missing 20
years ago at the age of 15.
Last seen leaving for the mall.
She was a diabetic and her parents
said she was supposed to
meet two friends for a movie.
Wait.
- Tanya had diabetes?
- Yeah.
Beverly left behind insulin
pens in Wayland's apartment.
Beverly is 35 years old, which
is the age Tanya would be today.
Beverly is not Wayland's girlfriend.
She's one of his victims.
She look familiar?
She should.
That's Tanya Glover.
She went missing 20 years ago.
She carved her name into the
wall of Wayland's basement.
It's you, isn't it?
You're Tanya.
Don't call me that.
That's who you are.
Tanya is who I was.
Bad things happened to Tanya.
She was weak.
I'm Beverly.
Okay.
Tanya's a victim.
Beverly...
She's a survivor.
Beverly?
I need to know what happened to Tanya.
Wayland took another girl.
And we need your help to find her.
It's been so long since he's
Beverly, he's using you to hurt
another girl just like he did Tanya.
Ever been injected with Diprivan?
It burns.
Like your veins are on fire.
Then came the Narcan chaser,
like adrenaline straight to the heart.
And he would do it over and over again.
And again.
Until you depended on
him to take the pain away.
Did Tanya ever try to escape?
Wayland said he would murder
her family if she ever ran.
Her parents weren't
even looking for her.
Nobody was.
Tanya's parents love her.
They were heartbroken.
They went to the news.
- They offered a reward.
- No, you're lying.
You're lying.
Wayland is the only one who loves me.
He takes care of me.
He teaches me.
Do you remember Mallory?
We were together until she escaped.
How did she escape?
Wayland was being sweet that night.
He was bringing us dinner.
Mallory had gotten one of her
chains loose and hit him with it.
Hurt him really bad.
Wayland went looking
for her when he came to.
But he couldn't find her.
He was scared.
I'd never seen him scared like that.
He never got over Mallory.
He hated her after that.
Said if he ever found
her, he would kill her.
The woman Wayland took
was Mallory's sister.
- How did he find her?
- She found him.
Beverly?
We know Wayland gave
you a way to contact him.
We need that information.
Her name's Emma.
And you already know
what he's gonna do to her.
Please, please, please, please!
No, please! No, please!
Please, please, please, please, please!
No, please, no...
Please!
Yeah.
Welcome back, welcome back.
Welcome back.
Stop, please!
- Please, stop!
- You're really... you're really
you're really like your sister.
She was my favorite.
Please.
Do you know
do you know why I brought you here?
Because no-one can hear you scream.
He made me memorize a
secure e-mail address.
I'm supposed to send him a
message if I ever get into trouble.
Thank you, Beverly.
This is Cynthia. She's a social worker.
She's gonna take you upstairs
and get you started with
victim services, okay?
Okay.
Thank you.
Please let me go!
What the...
What the f...
- Yo, I hate to say this...
- Well, you have time to stop yourself.
Should we consider that
Beverly might be lying?
I'm just sayin'
he's been deep in her
head for a lot of years.
Well, maybe.
I mean, she was with
him for a long time,
she's never gonna really be
able to shake his influence.
Jen escaped and she
still didn't go home.
I never understood that. Why not?
Wayland broke her down.
Turned her into an
addict and a prostitute.
Made her feel worthless.
Damn.
I hope his ass shows up
'cause I got something for him.
You replied to that email way
too fast, he's gonna be here.
We've got eyes on a
suspect at the entrance.
Brown jacket, jeans, ball cap.
What kind of...
LAPD. You're under arrest.
You know, I gave everybody a day pass
for a little R and R in town.
Guess you didn't get the memo.
I'm always the last to know.
You know, we've had a couple
people disappear up here,
turn up in the ravine months
later after the animals got to 'em.
Depression is a real
thing, especially here.
You really think you can
get away with killing a cop?
If I'm smart about it,
and I'm pretty smart.
What?
Why?
Why, after all those years,
would you kill Mallory?
I didn't kill anyone.
Like you never kidnapped
Emma Mitchell or Tanya Glover?
We know Beverly Gamble is Tanya.
Beverly is a lovely girl.
- Loyal and devoted. She's...
- No. No, she's not loyal.
How do you think we found you?
She flipped on you, hard.
- Where is she now?
- Don't worry, we've got her.
I wouldn't be so sure.
Those sweet girls
were quicker to trust a
friendly woman like her
than a strange man like me.
Tanya was a caterpillar.
But Beverly was my butterfly.
She was in on it.
She helped you recruit those girls.
Beverly.
She's alive. Call the paramedics.
This is Detective Syd Burnett,
Robbery-Homicide. I need an ambulance.
We're LAPD headquarters downtown,
social services, room
842. Put a rush on it.
Damn it, McKenna.
Come on, come on.
Come on.
- We're gonna have a little chat.
- Happy to, Detective.
- Syd.
- I got this, Baines. Out.
I don't think that's a good idea.
I don't think you want to see this.
You're gonna tell me where Emma is.
Shit.
- He's good to go.
- Find him a cell. Let's go.
Where to? Old scrapyard in the Valley.
Syd?
I didn't have to be in the room
to know what you did to Wayland
and now you don't call
for backup. What's up?
- If we tip her off...
- Syd.
This is me you're talking to, all right?
Now, we're not goin' in there
unless I know you're good.
I'm good.
LAPD! Emma, if you can hear us,
call out!
Syd?
I didn't... Please, please
I didn't do anything.
Let her go, Beverly. It's over.
Not till I say it's over.
Just shoot her, Syd!
Shut up!
I got you! I got you! I'm on him.
Tell me, Bev. You were there.
Why did Wayland kill Mallory
all those years later? Why?
I was there from the beginning.
Then sweet, precious Mallory came along.
Don't say her name, you bitch.
I never thought I'd see
her again after she left.
It was random, you know?
I just needed a new bar
to watch the game in.
I walked in and there she
was, just pouring drinks.
I followed her for a
few days, watched her.
I was gonna tell Wayland,
but I knew he'd want her back.
I couldn't have that.
So I did what I had to do.
Wayland is gone. He's not gonna
hurt anybody else ever again.
Just let her go.
Tanya, it's you.
She's inside of you. Wayland,
he never changed that.
He couldn't change that.
Tanya, you can stop this right now.
You don't have to pretend, and
you don't have to protect yourself.
Okay?
Just put the blade down.
They came here for help
and you turned them into killers!
They were already killers.
- Just like you.
- You don't know me.
Sure I do. I met
you a thousand times.
You thought you had what it took,
and you got over to the hotbox
and your inner snowflake came out.
But hey, pull,
kill me like you killed that
innocent little ♪♪♪ over in Iraq.
McKenna, put the gun down!
Go ahead.
You're pathetic.
♪♪♪
I killed her.
I killed Mallory.
Sydney...
Come here. It's okay.
It's okay.
Wayland kept Jen here
for Lord knows how long.
God, the shit she must have endured.
Let me out!
She wasn't the only one.
Tanya, Karen.
Well, we know Mallory is Jen.
Do we think Tanya and Karen
might be people Jen knew?
Even before her abduction?
I can see if Emma remembers them.
Call her.
Get some fresh air.
Hi. This is Emma.
Leave a message and I'll
call you right back.
Emma, it's Syd. I've
got a question for you.
Give me a call back.
Yeah...
Well done. You've taken the first step.
Thanks. It's starting to
feel like an AA meeting.
- You know?
- Well, I never met a sailor who didn't drink, so...
You may be on to something.
All right.
I want everybody to ask themselves
how your time in the
service changed you.
We all have our own demons.
Let's use this time to confront them.
All right? McKenna, how about it?
- How about what?
- What keeps you up at night?
Well, I have a teenager,
- so, you know.
- Okay, what else?
Come on, what happened over there?
I mean, you know,
few deployments, back and forth,
shit goes down, you know?
All right, be, be...
Come on. Be specific.
Stuff.
All right, I'll tell you what. You and I
will discuss more in
our one-on-one. Okay?
All right. Moving on.
I'm sure many of you are
familiar with this next exercise.
It is part teamwork, part workout.
Log PT.
Come on, guys! Let's
hear it. Come on now.
Carry your weight.
Keep going all day long!
How we looking, Stephen?
- Ask me next week.
- That bad?
- The polls are neck and neck. Which is fine, except...
- We're broke.
Broke would be an improvement.
Without a miracle, you're
gonna have to bow out.
- What's this?
- A Hail Mary.
You know who Charlotte Hume is?
The socialite? Yeah.
Every member of her
family has a TV show.
Yeah. But Charlotte's the smart one.
Who's known to make generous
campaign contributions.
So what, I just show up, hat
in hand, ask for a fat check?
This ain't the '90s.
All right, you got to ask
for a social media shout-out.
- Seriously?
- She has 70 million followers.
Her endorsement would be huge.
But a fat check wouldn't hurt either.
Okay.
What else you got?
Nathan Baker is blogging again.
Nathan Baker?
Yeah, he's blogging lies again.
Well, hardly matters anymore.
Guy is trolling us, Stephen.
I suggest you craft a response.
Otherwise, don't even bother with
Charlotte Hume or her fat check.
Wow.
Lots of bling on your walls.
And you're, what, a history buff?
Legacy, actually.
My fourth great-grandfather
was in the Civil War.
So, is this, what, round
two of the inquisition?
Old habits. Sometimes I forget I am
a therapist, not a drill sergeant.
You miss it?
It's why I started this retreat.
It's how I stay connected to other
vets who've gone through the same.
- Like you.
- Ha.
Smooth segue.
So, um, why are you here?
Well, I heard the food was great
and the beds are really comfortable,
- so...
- What are you doing here, honestly?
Um...
Um...
My life is falling apart.
My marriage is over, and...
My partner and I seem to
have bullets follow us
no matter where we go.
I see.
- And why is that?
- You got to meet my partner.
You ever think it's all deliberate?
Well, I mean, when
someone's shooting at you,
- it's, like, literally the most deliberate thing.
- No, your marriage,
the... the risky behavior. Are
you running back to the rush?
- "The rush"?
- Yeah, nothing beats the rush of living under fire.
It's why so many vets pursue
law enforcement like you did.
I mean, what else are we gonna do?
Yeah.
I came back a different person.
But I don't miss those days.
I never want to be back in that sandbox.
Yeah, let's...
- Let's talk about Iraq.
- I already told you.
Right.
"Stuff."
Petty Officer First Class Perez, Nancy.
Look at you. That's a good picture.
- How'd you get a hold of my service records?
- I know some people.
Purple Heart, Combat Action Ribbon,
Navy Star. That's impressive.
You want to tell me
about Ibrahim Abboud?
Perez, take the damn shot!
After he was killed,
you lost your nerve.
- You were sent back to rear detachment.
- Yeah, okay.
- I'm just trying to point something out.
- What, that you can read?
I believe all your troubles started
with Ibrahim Abboud and his jihadi mom.
- I did what I had to do.
- Yeah.
And you got commendations.
But you still feel
the need to justify it.
- Your point?
- That you're punishing yourself
for killing Ibrahim
because nobody else did.
It's time to drive on.
- What?
- It's a Corps saying. "Drive on.
Better road lies ahead."
Emma, it's Syd.
I've been trying to reach you.
Give me a call back. It's important.
- Hello?
- Terry, hi, this is Detective Syd Burnett.
I've been trying to find
Emma. Do you know where she is?
No. We were gonna meet for
brunch and she never came.
I just checked her yoga class.
Emma never showed up.
When was she supposed to be there?
Three hours ago.
Something's wrong. I know it.
U... Terry, I got to call you back.
I just got a call about an
abandoned car in North Hollywood.
Patrol ran the plates.
It belongs to Emma Mitchell.
- I want Baines riding shotgun.
- I don't need a babysitter.
Hey, hey. Whoa, whoa,
whoa. I prefer "two guard."
Fine.
Hey, look, it can be fun, right?
I'm a Scarface-pizza kind of babysitter.
And just because it's me doesn't mean
anything has to change,
all right? You can say
whatever you would say
if McKenna was riding with you.
That's such a relief.
This dude was chomping
the box last night,
it was amazing. Well,
until I farted, so...
Chains on the bed and everything?
Yep. All that was missing was a pit
and a basket to put the lotion in,
and would've been the full Buffalo Bill.
See, that's why I don't trust
white men with basements.
Hey, look, I got my thing
just like everybody else,
but if your thing has to happen
underground, that's a problem.
Okay, we got keys, phone, water.
Emma never even unplugged
the phone from the charger.
Rear bumper's busted,
got a broken light here.
Okay. She gets rear-ended,
she pulls over...
Exchange information...
- Gets grabbed.
- You know, this is some brazen shit.
Like, who kidnaps a
woman in broad daylight
in the middle of NoHo?
A middle-aged white man with a basement.
Help! Somebody, please help!
Help! Help me!
Please... What do you want?
Please let me go.
Please. Please.
- Go, go ahead and scream.
- Please. Please!
Help!
But I'm gonna warn you.
- I like it.
- Please, please, please don't hurt me.
- Please.
- You really do look like Mallory.
Please. Please. Please.
What do you want?
Please don't hurt me.
No, no, no.
Please, please, please.
Please... What are you...
It burns.
- Yeah.
- It burns so much.
It should.
It burns so much.
Here, here, here, let me,
let me, let me take the pain away.
I got you, I got you, I got you.
Yeah.
"One pill makes you larger,
one pill makes you small."
What do you want from me?
We could go around
the carousel... again,
or you could tell me
what you told the cops.
So...
What's it gonna be, beautiful?
So how long were you in?
Seven years.
Would've gone career, but women
aren't allowed in sniper school.
Still a boys' club.
- Like most things.
- Yeah.
Women have to meet the standard. Twice.
- Ain't that some shit?
- Yeah.
I bet you were great.
They give you 40 rounds to
qualify as a sharpshooter.
I did it with 12.
- But did you do it twice?
- Hoo.
You okay?
Yeah, yeah, just got a rock.
- I'll meet up with you.
- Okay.
- You're late.
- Hi.
You got somewhere else to be?
I don't like this. There's
no backup for miles,
and you didn't have enough time to prep.
I've been prepping for this
since I was shipped out at 17.
All right, well, you figured out
why both the Korea town assassins
came through this therapy program yet?
No.
Winslow and Hobbs came
through here months ago.
No one remembers them.
But Duke Ingram... He's shady.
What, you think he's... he's
got something to do with it?
He has access to classified files.
He had my military service records.
My real ones, not the
ones the Navy made public.
He has others, too.
All right, maybe someone's
hiring him to recruit assassins
through his therapy program. Can
we... can we get at his files?
Yeah. He keeps 'em
locked up in his office.
We can break in tonight.
When everyone's in the
mess hall, 7:00 p.m.
All right, I got to
go. You know what?
We have to get into
his computer, as well.
Can you ask Fletcher to help us out?
- Yeah. Hey.
- What?
Take this.
What? No.
This is veterans therapy.
- I can't have a weapon, they check.
- Then hide it.
Thanks, Dad.
You're welcome.
District Attorney...
Excuse me, interim.
- Nathan.
- I got your call.
You finally see the error of your ways?
You went after my daughter.
That's a little dramatic.
- I talked to her...
- That is my kid,
- you son of a bitch.
- All right, you...
You could have threatened
me over the phone.
Do we really need the Tony Soprano vibe?
- What's it gonna take?
- I'm sorry?
To make you go away.
You know, when I heard
you were running for DA,
I thought, damn, the balls
- on this arrogant bastard...
- Just name your price, Nathan.
I don't have a price, Pat.
I enjoy seeing you suffer. And that's...
Well, that's not gonna
change anytime soon.
You know the guy that
you beat outside that bar?
He still walks with a limp.
I am proud of the verdict
that I got in that case.
However,
I'm not proud of the sentence I got.
It was excessive, it
was political, it was
motivated by selfish ambition,
and if I could go back,
and change it, I would.
But the past is the past, Nathan.
So how can I help you today?
- Help me?
- I'm running my campaign on integrity.
What better way to demonstrate that
than review the facts of our
case, and it they bear out,
expunge your conviction.
I can't get you that time back,
but maybe I can help you
get back on your feet.
I'm sorry, Nathan.
I truly am.
I'll be in touch.
Is this everything from
Wayland's apartment?
Because there's still nothing on
Wayland's phone or his girlfriend's.
Well... "I'm Beverly Gamble.
I've got type 1 diabetes
and I have terrible taste in men."
No trace of Wayland or
Beverly in the last two weeks.
Syd?
Sorry. I can't stop thinking about Jen
in that basement with this animal.
Don't even do that to yourself.
Detectives, the glass shards
from the broken headlight
you found at the
accident scene were marked
- using microdot technology.
- Great.
- Now, what does that mean?
- On certain makes and models,
microscopic VIN numbers are sprayed
onto the headlamps during assembly,
linking that headlight
to a specific vehicle.
This is your vehicle.
We put an alarm out on it.
Good work, Linda.
Beverly Gamble. LAPD.
- Show me your hands. You're under arrest.
- What's going on?
Your car was used in
a possible abduction.
Wha... What's happening?
Get her out of here.
- What happened to the headlight, Bev?
- I don't know.
- The car belongs to Wayland.
- Your boyfriend.
- Wayland James?
- Yes.
- Where is he?
- I... I don't know.
He told me to pick up the car
at a Walmart in Porter Ranch
- and leave it at the park and ride.
- A woman was abducted using your car.
When was the last time you saw Wayland?
He said he got into some trouble
and that we both needed to lay low.
I went to a motel in Long Beach.
Then, today he left a
message with the front desk,
telling me to move the car.
So he knew where you were staying.
- Did that work both ways?
- No.
Everyone's still in the mess hall.
Ingram doesn't like long dinners, so
- I got to be quick.
- All right.
Fletcher come through?
And, he says you owe him one.
God, not a guy you want to owe.
I'm in.
Winslow's un-redacted military record.
Give me your phone.
Here you go.
Psych evals.
Physical fitness.
I can totally see why they
recruited him to be an assassin.
- Sorry. I didn't...
- No.
It's fine.
Hobbs is no schlub, either.
All right, look, all
this Nancy Drew shit
is really cool, but we got to hurry up.
I'm just gonna search his computer.
Look at this.
"Scout going well. Finding
replacement won't be an issue.
Mission still a go as planned."
This is from yesterday.
This is enough to arrest him.
- No.
- No?
Yes. Yes, he's still planning something.
We got to get him into
an interrogation room
- and get him to talk.
- He's special ops.
Nothing you say or do is
gonna get that guy to talk.
Okay. Then what?
I'm gonna stay here undercover
and convince him I'm
the most qualified person
- for whatever he's planning.
- No. No.
I don't... I don't
like... I don't like that.
That's not... Nothing I
say is gonna matter, is it?
No.
Shit.
- What?
- Someone's coming. Come here.
What? No.
What are you doing? I'm
trying to keep your op alive.
You can't just... Molest me.
I didn't molest you. I was just
trying to kiss you a little.
The hell's going on here?
- Um...
- Um, we're...
This is my boyfriend.
I thought everyone was at the mess...
Hall, and...
You know, we have rules
here. They apply to everyone.
I just, um...
I... He wanted to come and I was like,
you know, "You should do that."
- But, you know, like...
- No, like, come... I wanted to come here.
Not like the... Yeah, but
not the other "come." But...
- You know. It's...
- Anyway...
Chad.
Does your wife know you're here, Chad?
I'm.
I'm in real estate, so
I kind of just wear it.
Gives me a little more credibility.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
You know?
- Got to sell all those houses.
- Yeah.
Told you this was a bad idea.
- Yeah.
- He did. He... he didn't want to come.
Sorry. It's not funny.
This won't happen again.
Good. 'Cause if it
does, you're done here.
I'll... I'll never come again.
- Ms. Hume.
- DA McKenna.
I like the cut of your jib.
- I'm sorry, um...
- Idioms.
I try to learn a new one every week.
There's a book. No big deal.
Do you know what it means?
You, you like the way I look?
No.
It literally means
you're my kind of person.
And so, DA McKenna,
I like the cut of your jib.
Tough on crime,
yet socially progressive.
I could really use your support.
And your contributions.
Well, you could at least
buy me dinner first.
If you really like the cut of my jib,
I wouldn't think you'd mind
some honest communication.
I do love a man who knows what he wants.
And if honest is what we're being,
I've been looking forward
to meeting you in person.
Same.
Well, unfortunately,
this shakedown will have
to continue at another time.
I've got to make my rounds.
I'll check you later.
Geez.
I see you got your "new lead" face on.
- What's up?
- Yes!
Remember the names you found on
the wall of Wayland's basement?
Okay.
We're pretty sure that Karen
was Karen Selby, all right?
Her case was closed a few years ago
when they found a DNA
match of a Jane Doe
who overdosed in Griffith
Park at 19 years old.
- What about Tanya?
- Tanya is Tanya Glover.
Was reported missing 20
years ago at the age of 15.
Last seen leaving for the mall.
She was a diabetic and her parents
said she was supposed to
meet two friends for a movie.
Wait.
- Tanya had diabetes?
- Yeah.
Beverly left behind insulin
pens in Wayland's apartment.
Beverly is 35 years old, which
is the age Tanya would be today.
Beverly is not Wayland's girlfriend.
She's one of his victims.
She look familiar?
She should.
That's Tanya Glover.
She went missing 20 years ago.
She carved her name into the
wall of Wayland's basement.
It's you, isn't it?
You're Tanya.
Don't call me that.
That's who you are.
Tanya is who I was.
Bad things happened to Tanya.
She was weak.
I'm Beverly.
Okay.
Tanya's a victim.
Beverly...
She's a survivor.
Beverly?
I need to know what happened to Tanya.
Wayland took another girl.
And we need your help to find her.
It's been so long since he's
Beverly, he's using you to hurt
another girl just like he did Tanya.
Ever been injected with Diprivan?
It burns.
Like your veins are on fire.
Then came the Narcan chaser,
like adrenaline straight to the heart.
And he would do it over and over again.
And again.
Until you depended on
him to take the pain away.
Did Tanya ever try to escape?
Wayland said he would murder
her family if she ever ran.
Her parents weren't
even looking for her.
Nobody was.
Tanya's parents love her.
They were heartbroken.
They went to the news.
- They offered a reward.
- No, you're lying.
You're lying.
Wayland is the only one who loves me.
He takes care of me.
He teaches me.
Do you remember Mallory?
We were together until she escaped.
How did she escape?
Wayland was being sweet that night.
He was bringing us dinner.
Mallory had gotten one of her
chains loose and hit him with it.
Hurt him really bad.
Wayland went looking
for her when he came to.
But he couldn't find her.
He was scared.
I'd never seen him scared like that.
He never got over Mallory.
He hated her after that.
Said if he ever found
her, he would kill her.
The woman Wayland took
was Mallory's sister.
- How did he find her?
- She found him.
Beverly?
We know Wayland gave
you a way to contact him.
We need that information.
Her name's Emma.
And you already know
what he's gonna do to her.
Please, please, please, please!
No, please! No, please!
Please, please, please, please, please!
No, please, no...
Please!
Yeah.
Welcome back, welcome back.
Welcome back.
Stop, please!
- Please, stop!
- You're really... you're really
you're really like your sister.
She was my favorite.
Please.
Do you know
do you know why I brought you here?
Because no-one can hear you scream.
He made me memorize a
secure e-mail address.
I'm supposed to send him a
message if I ever get into trouble.
Thank you, Beverly.
This is Cynthia. She's a social worker.
She's gonna take you upstairs
and get you started with
victim services, okay?
Okay.
Thank you.
Please let me go!
What the...
What the f...
- Yo, I hate to say this...
- Well, you have time to stop yourself.
Should we consider that
Beverly might be lying?
I'm just sayin'
he's been deep in her
head for a lot of years.
Well, maybe.
I mean, she was with
him for a long time,
she's never gonna really be
able to shake his influence.
Jen escaped and she
still didn't go home.
I never understood that. Why not?
Wayland broke her down.
Turned her into an
addict and a prostitute.
Made her feel worthless.
Damn.
I hope his ass shows up
'cause I got something for him.
You replied to that email way
too fast, he's gonna be here.
We've got eyes on a
suspect at the entrance.
Brown jacket, jeans, ball cap.
What kind of...
LAPD. You're under arrest.
You know, I gave everybody a day pass
for a little R and R in town.
Guess you didn't get the memo.
I'm always the last to know.
You know, we've had a couple
people disappear up here,
turn up in the ravine months
later after the animals got to 'em.
Depression is a real
thing, especially here.
You really think you can
get away with killing a cop?
If I'm smart about it,
and I'm pretty smart.
What?
Why?
Why, after all those years,
would you kill Mallory?
I didn't kill anyone.
Like you never kidnapped
Emma Mitchell or Tanya Glover?
We know Beverly Gamble is Tanya.
Beverly is a lovely girl.
- Loyal and devoted. She's...
- No. No, she's not loyal.
How do you think we found you?
She flipped on you, hard.
- Where is she now?
- Don't worry, we've got her.
I wouldn't be so sure.
Those sweet girls
were quicker to trust a
friendly woman like her
than a strange man like me.
Tanya was a caterpillar.
But Beverly was my butterfly.
She was in on it.
She helped you recruit those girls.
Beverly.
She's alive. Call the paramedics.
This is Detective Syd Burnett,
Robbery-Homicide. I need an ambulance.
We're LAPD headquarters downtown,
social services, room
842. Put a rush on it.
Damn it, McKenna.
Come on, come on.
Come on.
- We're gonna have a little chat.
- Happy to, Detective.
- Syd.
- I got this, Baines. Out.
I don't think that's a good idea.
I don't think you want to see this.
You're gonna tell me where Emma is.
Shit.
- He's good to go.
- Find him a cell. Let's go.
Where to? Old scrapyard in the Valley.
Syd?
I didn't have to be in the room
to know what you did to Wayland
and now you don't call
for backup. What's up?
- If we tip her off...
- Syd.
This is me you're talking to, all right?
Now, we're not goin' in there
unless I know you're good.
I'm good.
LAPD! Emma, if you can hear us,
call out!
Syd?
I didn't... Please, please
I didn't do anything.
Let her go, Beverly. It's over.
Not till I say it's over.
Just shoot her, Syd!
Shut up!
I got you! I got you! I'm on him.
Tell me, Bev. You were there.
Why did Wayland kill Mallory
all those years later? Why?
I was there from the beginning.
Then sweet, precious Mallory came along.
Don't say her name, you bitch.
I never thought I'd see
her again after she left.
It was random, you know?
I just needed a new bar
to watch the game in.
I walked in and there she
was, just pouring drinks.
I followed her for a
few days, watched her.
I was gonna tell Wayland,
but I knew he'd want her back.
I couldn't have that.
So I did what I had to do.
Wayland is gone. He's not gonna
hurt anybody else ever again.
Just let her go.
Tanya, it's you.
She's inside of you. Wayland,
he never changed that.
He couldn't change that.
Tanya, you can stop this right now.
You don't have to pretend, and
you don't have to protect yourself.
Okay?
Just put the blade down.
They came here for help
and you turned them into killers!
They were already killers.
- Just like you.
- You don't know me.
Sure I do. I met
you a thousand times.
You thought you had what it took,
and you got over to the hotbox
and your inner snowflake came out.
But hey, pull,
kill me like you killed that
innocent little ♪♪♪ over in Iraq.
McKenna, put the gun down!
Go ahead.
You're pathetic.
♪♪♪
I killed her.
I killed Mallory.
Sydney...
Come here. It's okay.
It's okay.