Major Crimes (2012–2018): Season 2, Episode 19 - Return to Sender, Part 2 - full transcript

- Previously on "Major Crimes"...
- What's Mr. Stroh want now?

Says you got one week
to figure out

how to get rid of either
the boy or the woman.

Taylor: So, our dead gangbangers
were murdered

by the same guy

who's been writing letters
for Phillip Stroh?

We're real close
to catching him.

[ Fire alarm blaring ]

Sharon: LAPD!

It's not over yet.

Unfortunately, the guy who tried
to kill you is still out there.



Rusty, next week, you take
the stand against Phillip Stroh.

[ Breathing heavily ]

Major Crimes 02x19
Return To Sender, Part 2
Originally Aired January 13, 2014

[ Grunts ]

[ Both grunting ]

[ Breathing heavily ]

[ Birds chirping ]

[ Clinking ]

[ Exhales sharply ]

[ Crinkling ]

[ Gasping ]

[ Grunting ]

[ Gasps ]

Sanchez:
It's all right.



I wake up screaming, too.

[ Inhales sharply ]

This place
is pretty scary, huh?

[ Door opens ] You'll feel better after
you say your piece in court today.

- Has there been an arrest yet?
- Don't worry about that guy.

I'm gonna kill that guy.

But what if he doesn't turn up?

All right.
That's enough, Julio.

Uh, Mr. Beck,
you need to start getting ready.

We got a big morning
ahead of us.

[ Knock on door ]

Sit down. Sit.

Yeah?
Woman: It's me.

Oh, my God.
This place...

Ever thought about cleaning up
after yourself, lieutenant?

Yeah, the last person

that said that to me, Sykes,
I divorced... twice.

Rusty, stop helping her
and get in the shower.

What if there's news?

There's not. We've followed up
on every single person

for whom Phillip Stroh
served as defense counsel...

a lot of fun, since he
specialized in sex crimes...

and none of them
are connected to our suspect.

Well, that can't be right.

Okay, so, this guy,
this suspect...

is he going to
come after me again?

We have his fingerprints.
We have his DNA.

We have bullets from his gun.
We have his face on film.

And now we have
the FBI helping us, too.

We will find this guy.

I promise.

We'll find him.

Unfortunately,
it's gonna take awhile.

This is still
the best picture of his face

we could pull off your video
from the chess park.

Sharon:
We've used every

image-processing tool available
to create this composite,

but without a better front-facing
view...

We're screwed.

Flynn: Yeah, so far,
no hit off his prints or DNA

to any database,
State or Federal,

and the bullets from his gun

don't match up to
any known weapon, either.

So, besides this loose
connection to Phillip Stroh,

what's the sum total
we can say about this man?

He's white, about 5'10",
25 to 35 years of age.

Oh, and get this...

A bar customer where
he picked up his last victim

said that the freak
had a good sense of humor.

Which means
he's socially skilled.

And from the way
he interacted with Rusty,

it's equally clear that he is
comfortable with young people.

Whenever I feel bad
about the stuff I've done,

I remember...

Who I was isn't who I can be.

The streets... they brought out
my worst instincts.

But they could also
bring out my best.

If I fight to do better,
who I become is up to me.

- It's up to me.
- Good work, Jake.

[ Applause ] Remember that, guys.
It's up to you.

It is up to you.

Well done.
[ Knock on door ]

Uh, so,
I'll see you all tomorrow,

and remember to hand

your attendance slips
in to the office.

I thought Mrs. Whitley
gave you this week off.

She did, but, uh,
before I left...

What happened there?
Did you hurt yourself?

Oh. [ Chuckles ]
Yeah, I know.

I fell off my bike...
First time ever.

Uh, look, I meant to go away,
but then I thought...

Oh, I know. You're waiting for
Tyler to come back, aren't you?

He hasn't checked in
with us for three days.

I just want to make sure
he's okay.

Wade, I hate to see you
wasting this much energy

on another hopeless kid.

Tyler's more trouble
than he's worth, I promise you.

We can't just abandon children
because they're troubled.

We don't abandon kids.
They abandon us.

And you ought to
know that by now.

Look, finish up your work,
and take your vacation.

Honestly, you look like
you could use a little getaway.

Fritz: The good news
is he's localized.

All of his letters were mailed

from post offices
within this seven-mile radius.

Now,
our behavioral-science guys

feel pretty sure he lives in LA.
[ Taps wall ]

What about the couch covers?

They come from a company
in Phoenix called...

Imperial synthetics.

Now, Sykes has been
going through their invoices

from the past three years,
cross-referencing them

with everything else we know...
It might take awhile.

Captain,
Phillip Stroh's attorney's

waiting in the break room.

Linda Rothman is here?

[ Door opens ]

Taylor: Linda.

It's not like you
to pay social calls

right before a hearing.
[ Sighs ]

Once again, the LAPD
jumps to the wrong conclusions.

I'm here to see Rios,
but since you're both available,

perhaps you can
help our young D.D.A.

Understand the rare opportunity
I'm about to offer her.

Uh-huh.
Just... get to the point.

Unless the situation
has been grossly exaggerated

to justify
a preliminary hearing,

I understand
some deranged young man

has tried to murder
your material witness?

Aah!

That is not an exaggeration.

My client believes he may know
the identity of this young man.

Really?
What a shock.

Ms. Rothman, we already have
evidence that Mr. Stroh

is in communication
with this psychopath.

That's not really evidence,
is it?

An uncorroborated statement

from a rapist
who barely speaks English?

Now, before you get all hot
under your kevlar vests,

allow me to tell you a story

that I feel could make a big
difference in all our lives.

A few years ago,
a boy like Rusty Beck...

Homeless, abandoned...

disappeared off the streets
of Los Angeles.

Atypically for a teenager
in his situation,

this boy was reported missing
to the police.

The detective investigating
his disappearance

managed to alarm a potential
suspect, a young man,

who, in turn, contacted a lawyer
specializing in sex crimes...

An attorney
named Phillip Stroh.

Ms. Rothman.

If the suspect
that you are referring to

is the man who tried
to kill my material witness

and you are
withholding that name,

then you had better
give it to us...

[ Scoffs ]
right now.

Did I imply that I knew
this person's identity?

No, I am simply relaying

information
I received last night.

Let's go back
to the other thing.

Did... did you just say
Phillip Stroh may have

helped someone get away
with kidnapping a teenage boy?

I'm not sure
it was just the one boy...

Or that the crime
ended with kidnapping.

This was delivered
to my house last night.

As you can see,
I haven't opened it,

but I can guess its contents.

There are six names here.

Six names?

How horrible.

However, I will remind you

that the young man
Phillip Stroh advised

was never charged
with any crimes.

Could we have more context?

Perhaps running the names
in that envelope

could provide you with that.

Or, given recent events,
Mr. Stroh might be convinced

to set aside privilege
and identify this young man

if you postpone
his preliminary hearing,

take the death penalty
off the table,

and allow him to serve
his sentence

in a federal prison
of his own choosing.

Excuse me. One moment.

Listen, Rios,
this offer gives you

two for the price of one.

Take it, and be grateful.

Here we go. Charles Perry...
16, a runaway found dead

from multiple stab wounds
three years ago.

[ Cellphone vibrates ] Flynn: The
next two names are teenage boys

who went off the grid
the year before.

Sanchez: Another kid
on Stroh's list

was reported missing
in Vegas in 2010.

And this one, Gary Barton...
He was arrested multiple times

for solicitation in 2011
and then nothing, ma'am.

Finally!
The DNA from our suspect.

You found him?

A familial hit
to a Susan Mills,

currently being held
at metropolitan detention center

on a 20-year
federal drug sentence.

99% probability
this is our guy's mother.

Ah, captain, thank you
for coming back so fast.

Rios, here, has taken

- an extremely stubborn attitude toward...
- Ms. Rothman,

we have just located
the mother of our suspect,

and I expect that
within a few hours,

she will give us the name that
Phillip Stroh is withholding,

and I don't think
that we'll need to

offer your client
a deal after all.

Hmm.

Without a deal,
I'll have no choice

but to discredit
the people's material witness,

if that means anything to you.

Emma: Please tell Phillip Stroh
we're looking forward

to seeing him downtown
in one hour, as planned.

The accused has a right
to face his accuser...

not an obligation.

Mr. Stroh feels
under the weather.

We'll continue without him.

Taylor: Hey, Linda.

Stroh can still
save us the time it would take

to pull this freak's name
from his mother.

Oh, yes,
I almost forgot to say...

as far as securing mama's help?

I wish you luck.

See you in a bit, Rios.

So, Sharon's not even
coming to, like, say hello?

She'd rather be here,
and you know it.

But she's, uh, hunting for
the guy who tried to kill you.

Okay, well,
why can't you come in?

Just for the beginning?

Well, I-I-I can't listen
to you on the stand

because I'm involved
in this case, too,

and hearing you could
get my testimony excluded.

Okay, what happens
after I finish today?

Do I get to go home?

If Rios can introduce

all the threatening letters
against you as evidence

and you do a good job...

Then, yeah, you can...
maybe go home. Mm-hmm.

And if the letters get...
what was the word you said?

"Excluded."
D-don't think about that.

Look, um, this is definitely
not the advice I usually give.

But when you get in there,
be completely honest.

Uh, if... if you tell a lie or
even try to cover anything up,

that Rothman woman will smell it
like a shark does blood.

And you, my friend...
[ Chuckles ]

will be dead in the water.

I, um,
think I need to teach you

how to tie this knot yourself.

Oh.
You're up, kid.

[ Clears throat ] Thank you.

As you walk through that door,

just remember that
I'm very proud of you, Rusty.

Very proud.

[ Heartbeat ]

Grove: Remain standing
and raise your right hand.

Do you solemnly swear to tell
the truth, the whole truth,

and nothing but the truth,
so help you God?

I do.

Be seated.

Could you please spell
your name for the record?

Uh, sure. It's Russell...
R-u-s-s-e-l-l...

Thomas...
T-h-o-m-a-s.

Uh, as a juvenile,
just your first name

and middle initial are plenty.

D.D.A. Rios,
your direct.

Thank you, Judge Grove.

Russell, how do people
normally address you?

Everyone calls me Rusty.

Where do you reside, Rusty?

44111 Los Feliz Boulevard,
Apartment 1109.

And with whom do you live?
My guardian,

Captain Sharon Raydor
of the LAPD.

Why don't you live with family?

My father...

Um... sorry.

My, uh...
My father signed away

his parental rights last year,

and, uh, a while before that,
my mother...

She ran off with her boyfriend.

And why did she leave you?

[ Elevator bell dings ] Uh,
her boyfriend didn't like me.

And my mom had...

has...
has a drug problem.

I-I'm not sure.

Look, if... if you want to know
why my mom ran off,

you have to ask her.

But you'd have to
find her first.

Sharon:
Thank you for allowing us

to interview you today,
Ms. Mills.

Do you know why you're here?

Something to do with my son,
Ryan?

How many sons do you have?

Just one, but I haven't
seen him since 1998

before I stopped using heroin.

Wonderful...
there are 97 Ryan Mills

listed in the federal database.

Do you think
we could have come up

with a suspect
with a more common name?

We're especially interested

in where your son, Ryan,
might be living right now.

Where Ryan might be living?

I have no idea.

Anyway, if he's in trouble,
why would I help you?

Maybe 'cause you're up
for parole in six months.

How do you feel about
another five years in prison?

Your Honor, I object...
I fail to see how the sad story

of Russell's adolescence
relates to the charges

- against my client.
- Your Honor, if the defense doesn't plan

to ask Rusty questions about his
time on the streets, then I...

No, I never suggested
that the witness's character

- should be off the table.
- Ms. Rothman, you're overruled.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Rusty, when you
found yourself alone

on the streets in Los Angeles,
how did you survive?

Hustling.

Mostly, I... I hustled.

By hustling, you mean
engaging in acts of sex-for-hire

with men who picked you up
on the street?

Yes, that's what I mean.

It was easy money,
and I was just trying to

find some way
for Ryan and me to survive.

- And pay for your drug habit?
- Yes.

I was strung out back then,
but one night we met a man...

A nice man.
I thought he was a nice man.

Henry Jinks.

He took an interest in us,

and we moved in
with him for awhile.

He had a place
in Marina del Rey.

Uh...

I'm not sure you'll understand
what happened after that.

Sharon: It doesn't sound
that complicated.

You needed heroin
and a place to stay,

and you started sleeping
with Henry Jinks.

No.

I didn't sleep with him.

Not me.

My God.

I'll go run Henry Jinks' name,
see what comes up.

Flynn: Are you saying
that this really

great guy slept with your son?

There were two bedrooms.

I had one.

Henry and Ryan
shared the other.

I didn't think anything
of it at the time,

except Ryan had
more stability in his life.

How old was Ryan at the time?

[ Voice breaking ] 14...

Almost.

Almost 14.

This is very hard to talk about.
I'm a different person now.

I've written Ryan
several letters of apology,

in case he ever found me...
Part of my making amends.

Letter writing...
runs in the family, I guess.

And what did you make amends
to Ryan for in those letters?

Henry stopped
bringing home drugs,

which was very hard for me.

So Henry...

He gave me $20,000

to go and start my life over
in San Francisco.

Without Ryan?

I was coming back
on his birthday.

And when was that?
The date?

September 15, 1998.

And I did come back,
but Henry had moved away,

and... he took...

he...
he took Ryan with him.

All right, finally,
something we can use.

He was 14 in 1998.
That makes him 29 now.

So, run this through the DMV,
see how many guys we turn up

that are from
Los Angeles county,

and they were born
on September 15, 1984.

Yes, sir. Don't you think he might
have changed his identity by now?

Criminals change their names
all the time,

but they almost always
keep their birthday.

- I don't know.
- Keep me posted, guys.

I'm gonna check on something
for your captain.

I don't know. I don't know.
[ Sniffles ]

Maybe I should never have
gone away in the first place.

[ Sniffles ]

Maybe... maybe...
I should have waited it out.

Tyler.

Finally, you're back.

Hey, Wade.
What? You miss me?

Where have you been?
Oh, you know how it is...

One minute,
you're bumming a cigarette

on Santa Monica Boulevard,

and the next,
you're waking up on Zuma Beach.

Why? Something wrong?

I have to leave.

[ Scoffs ]
What do you mean, leave?

What, like,
away from LA?

[ Scoffs ] Leave and go where?

I don't know yet,
but I wanted to see you first,

see if you were all right.

You're all right, right?

Come on, Wade.
You can't go.

You're, like, the only
person in the whole world

who actually cares about me.

I feel the same way about you,
but I have to go. I have to.

Why, though?

Um...

there's a guy.

What guy?

[ Sighs ] There's a guy
I owed a favor to,

and he wanted me to do something for him.
[ Scoffs ]

I tried to get it done.
I really did.

But I couldn't.

Look, I would have left
already, but I...

I had to see you to say goodbye

and... and to explain

that my going away has...
nothing to do with you.

Take me with you.

Oh, man. Really?

[ Grunting ]

No, no, no.
Tyler, I couldn't do that.

- No, you need...
- Dude, I know what I need.

I need you.

Please don't leave without me.

Please?

Woman: 911.
What's your emergency?

Rusty: Uh, uh,
someone just tried to kill me.

That's the emergency.
I got away.

But he hit me with a shovel,
and he threw me over a cliff.

Sir, do you need
medical attention?

No, but, like, the guy...
He's still up there right now,

and, uh...
He was burying a body.

[ Click ] That's the call

the people's witness described
making to the authorities,

the call
that helped the LAPD

find and unearth four murdered
girls buried in Griffith Park,

the call that led this young man
to be detained by the police,

to be attacked
by Phillip Stroh,

to be threatened at
the defendant's instigation

- from giving his testimony here today...
- Objection!

Your Honor, the prosecution
can present no evidence

that my client attempted to
intimidate Russell in any way.

Your Honor, we have almost 30 threatening
letters that were sent to...

The authenticity of those
letters is doubtful, at best.

Doubtful? Doubtful?!

That's not what you were
saying three hours ago!

Hold on, ladies!
Hold on.

I don't allow cross-talk
in this courtroom.

You'll address me,
not each other.

First...

What are
these threatening letters?

Your Honor, both this boy and
his guardian, Captain Raydor,

received menacing letters
suggesting terrible things

would happen if they continued
to assist the prosecution.

The people intend
to link those letters to...

What you intend to do
and what you can prove today

are two different things.

Neither the prosecution

nor the witness
may enter these letters

into the record during the
hearing if Ms. Rothman objects.

Let's keep it moving,
D.D.A. Rios.

We still have several
witnesses to go.

Your Honor, this is normally
when I would ask if Rusty

could identify the person in the
courtroom who tried to kill him,

but, by sheer coincidence,

Mr. Stroh has fallen ill
this morning.

So, if I may
approach the witness...

Can you point out
which of these six men

held a knife to your throat
and slashed your leg?

Rusty:
Sure. It's number four.

Let the record show

that the witness identified
a photo of Phillip Stroh.

No further questions
at this time, Your Honor.

Ms. Rothman,
your witness.

You didn't wait for the police

after your heroic 911 call,
did you, Russell?

No, I-I didn't.

Your Honor, let's listen to
the rest of the conversation

between the witness and the
emergency operator that night.

- Sir...
- Hey!

Hey, what are you
looking at, huh?!

What are you looking at?!

Sir, are you
under the influence?

No, I'm not under the influence!
Are you?!

Or do you just not care

that you have some killer
on the loose right now?!

All right, sir,
the GPS on your phone says

you're actually
right across the street

from the Greek Theatre.

If you'll just
go stand by the box office,

we'll send some
police officers to you.

Could you give me
your name and age, sir?

Sir? Are you there?
Is anybody there? Hello?

An emergency worker trained
to detect drug users

over the phone
inquired if you were high.

But, I-I wasn't, though. Then why
not wait for the authorities?

Because, obviously,
you knew that the police

would want to speak
with a sober eyewitness.

I-I wasn't drinking
or taking drugs.

Because underage hustlers never do anything
like that, do they?

Your Honor, I object!

Even if Ms. Rothman is more
familiar with underage hustlers

than we're aware,
she can't make inferences

about the witness
based on stereotyping.

Sustained. Ms. Rothman,
the question about drugs

has been asked and answered.

When the police
finally caught up with you,

they asked your age.

And what did you say, Russell?

That I was 18.

But you weren't. You were 16.
You lied, didn't you?

- Yes, yes, I did, but only...
- What else did you lie about?

About having sex for money.

Aha. Okay.

So, how many lies did you
tell the police altogether?

- Between 5 and 10? Between 5 and 500?
- I-I don't know.

Well, you lied about what
you were selling on the streets.

Did you lie about
why your mother left you?

Did you lie about being gay?

Your Honor, I object!
No one ever asked me that!

No one ever asked me that! The witness is a
minor and any question about his orientation

is not only irrelevant
but completely inappropriate.

Sustained.
Ms. Rothman, the witness is 17.

Move on.

[ Cellphone rings ]

Yes, Chief.

I've been listening
to the kid testify.

Thank you for that,
Chief. Thank you.

- How's he holding up?
- Fine. Okay.

Look, when we first picked
Rusty up, he lied about his age,

which makes me wonder... if our
suspect is fixated on boys,

maybe he lied
about his age, too.

[ Snapping fingers ]

Rusty tried
to make himself older,

but our suspect would
want to be younger, maybe.

Right. Thank you, chief.
Thank you.

And thank you
for looking in on Rusty.

- I do appreciate that.
- Glad to be here.

- Stay focused, captain. Later.
- Yes, sir.

Captain, our guy is maybe
pretending to be younger.

How much younger?

Yeah, yeah,
younger means our...

Our batch run goes
from hundreds to thousands.

He's just concerned
about extra printer ink.

Julio, keep September 15th,
but add the next five years.

Flynn: And let's hurry up
a little because this dirtbag

isn't just standing around,
waiting for us to find him.

Captain, I've got a receipt

for 40 sets
of these plastic couch covers

sent to a homeless shelter
for teenagers called Angel City.

And there's a connection
to Gary Barton,

the boy on the list
that was arrested multiple times

for soliciting
before he disappeared.

Each time he was busted,

it was within a half-mile
of Angel City Shelter.

And Charles Perry,
the first victim...

he was a resident at Angel City
when he went missing.

- Excellent, Amy. Julio.
- Uh, Captain, there are thousands

of guys born on September 15th.

It's gonna take hours

to print up all of
their photos from the DMV.

Lieutenant Provenza, grab Buzz
and some consent forms.

We should look
over Angel City Shelter,

and they should
look over these photos.

Rothman: So, let's examine
this 911 call you made

from a different perspective
for a moment.

How many times have you been to

that section of Griffith Park
where the bodies were found?

Five or six... about.

Uh-huh.
And was it fun for you?

No.
It was... horrible.

It was how I made money to eat.

So, it would be fair
to characterize your situation

on the night you made
the 911 call as desperate?

I was hungry, half-naked,
chased by a killer,

and shoved off a cliff.

- I was desperate. Sure.
- Your Honor?

You need to answer
Ms. Rothman's questions

without adding
a lot of extraneous detail.

You understand? Rusty?

I was desperate. Yes.

Beckwith: But those are the kind
of boys we're here to help.

People say they're runaways,
but they're not.

They're more like
thrown-aways,

and we're here to fill
a void in their lives...

Yeah. Yeah, yeah.
Excuse me.

But who orders the plastic
couch covers for this place?

Well, that...
That would be Wade Weller.

He's in charge
of the safe spaces.

Is this Wade Weller?

Do you recognize him?
I don't know. Maybe. The...

Well, this one's the wrong hair
color. I-I can't say for sure.

Does Wade Weller
have his own office here?

He has a desk right here.

Where is Mr. Weller
right now?

Oh, he took a boy
who's been out of the shelter

for awhile to DCFS
for a health check.

Hey, you don't mind
if I have a beer?

I'm a long way from 21.

You're an old soul.
It's one beer.

Be back up in a minute.
Tyler: All right.

[ Controller chimes ]

His application
and employee record.

He lists his birthday as...
September 15, 1990.

This is our guy.
Oh, my God. This is him.

[ Echoing laughter ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

[ Echoing continues ]

Circulate this photo. Wait. I don't
know what you think Wade's done.

But I promise you,
he's a terrific guy.

Let me just call Wade
and get this...

No. Mr. Beckwith,
I'll hold onto this for you.

Do you mind if I look
at your contacts? Thank you.

I have a print match
from his desk.

[ Gunshots, screaming ]

Hey, dude, this game is sick.
I didn't know you play.

Oh, yeah.
I'm a regular killing machine.

I bet. Hey, uh...
What's in the basement?

That where you keep
your victims?

[ Echoing laughter,
conversations ]

No.

No, I wrap my victims up
in plastic couch covers,

like the one
that you're sitting on,

and then I bury them in the
backyard or dump them somewhere.

[ Chuckles ]

Yeah, right.

Fritz: Our cellphone-tracking
equipment is better than yours.

We can tell you where Weller
is within three feet,

but you can get
a warrant faster.

I need to know more
than where Mr. Weller is.

I need to know
where he's going.

Detective. I'll let you know
when the warrant's in place.

The boy that Wade Weller
took to DCFS...

I need his name
and a description.

Mm. Beckwith: Tyler Lang
he's a brunette,

slight build, very sensitive.

[ Gunshots ]

You ready?

- For?
- Time to go.

Sure. Okay. Where to?

Rothman: Even though
you're no longer struggling

with life on the street,

you've still been
under a lot of stress.

How are you holding up?

Fantastic.
Thanks for asking.

Fantastic?
Is that why your guardian

asked the psychologist
Dr. Joseph Bowman

to perform an evaluation
of your mental status?

Because you're fantastic?

No. That was...

Um...

That was for another reason.

What reason?

It was related to a lie
that I told Captain Raydor.

[ Scoffs ] So you're
still lying to the police?

I'm surprised.
About what this time?

About what did you lie
to the police?

- I don't think I can say.
- Your Honor?

I-I-I can't...
I can't answer that.

- I really can't answer that.
- Your Honor.

Grove: Rusty,
you will answer truthfully,

as you have been sworn to do.

About what did you lie
to the police?

I lied about all
of the threatening letters

I had received about my
testimony against Phillip Stroh.

- Your Honor, I object!
- To your own question?! Too late.

You asked and demanded
an answer,

and now these letters
are on the record.

I'd like to read them,
D.D.A. Rios,

if you could hand them over
after we're done here today.

Ms. Rothman?

No further questions,
Your Honor.

D.D.A. Rios, redirect?

No, Your Honor.

I think
we've covered everything.

Fritz: You can spring the trap,
captain.

Weller's still driving north.

If you have patrol in place,
then you want to grab him

off the surface streets
before he hits Chinatown.

This is the time
to throw up your road blocks.

Shut it all down now,
and ride the side streets.

We can't let him get away.

Captain, we're almost there.

You might me to send
the Amber alert for Tyler lang?

Not yet, lieutenant.
I want to locate Weller

before the public
knows I'm looking for him.

Instead of the largest
vehicle-containment technique

ever employed
by the LAPD,

why don't we just pull
the little whack job over?

He's got a child with him,
lieutenant.

I don't want to risk
a car chase.

That boy's got to be
our first priority.

[ Tires screech ]

[ Screams ] [ Tires screech ]

[ Horn honks ]

[ Tires screeching ]

[ Tires screeching ]

[ Police radio chatter ]

[ Helicopter blades whirring ]

[ Horns honking ]

God. God. Wade, it's not
like we're in a rush.

It's probably just
an accident or something.

I don't know.

[ Honking continues ]

I think there's something
going on up ahead.

All right, captain,
you have him two blocks south

of Olympic on Hope Street...
If that's not too ironic.

If you turn in the alley
off of Pico,

it looks like
there might be a parking lot

directly across
from where the suspect stopped.

If you find him
before I get there, good luck.

Thank you, Agent Howard.

All right, Lieutenant Tao,

send out the Amber alert
and get into position.

Copy that.

Julio and Andy, go.

If he runs and leaves
the boy behind,

we are good to go, everyone.

Copy that.

Oh, my God.

This has to work.
This has to work.

The Amber alert
is now out to authorities,

news agencies,
and about 400,000 cellphones.

And we're
about two minutes away.

[ Gun cocks ]

[ Cellphone chimes ]

[ Cellphone chimes ]

[ Cellphone vibrates ]

God. God. God. God.

What? What?
What's it say?

Nothing.
Just, uh, get down, okay?

- Get...
- What?

[ Horns honking ]

Wade?

Wade, what are you doing?

Dude, what is going on?

Okay, just, uh... stay here,
Tyler. I'll be right back.

Wade, you can't just go.
What are you doing?

W-Wade!

Wade!

[ Police radio chatter ]

Wade, hold on...
Wade! Come back!

What the hell?

Wade!

[ Siren chirps ]

LAPD!

Drop to the ground, asshole!

Stop!

[ Sirens wailing ]

- Stop! LAPD!
- Please, don't shoot!

Hey, freak! Stop!
Hit the ground, or we'll shoot!

Cross fire!
Cross fire! Damn it!

Stop! Move back,
or I'll kill him!

- I mean it! I'll shoot this kid in the head!
- Wade, please.

Move back!
It's over, Weller.

Drop your weapon!
Let the boy go!

You want to see this kid dead?
Is that what you want?!

Move back!
I don't have a shot!

He's too close to the boy!

Move back!
He's too close!

[ Gunshot ]

That created some distance.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God!

Last time I qualified
with my weapon,

I scored a perfect target.

Have your friends at,
uh, F.I.D.

Come down and take
my after-action report,

and I'll, uh, check in
with my Union Rep.

Excuse me.

Provenza: Phillip Stroh's
going to solitary

until we decide
about his future,

so you won't have to wear
that tie again for a long time,

and it's the end
of your security detail

because we got rid of the guy
who was trying to kill you.

Captain, I think F.I.D.
Is going to clear me

as long your final report
ends up agreeing with mine.

It will, lieutenant.
Don't worry.

Rusty, how are you?

Well [Chuckles]
wasn't exactly a... a fun day,

but telling you, he knocked
the ball out of the park.

No kidding. You did.

Right.
Thank you, lieutenant...

for everything.

Some of the questions
Ms. Rothman asked maybe...

brought back
difficult memories?

No, it's not that, Sharon.

It's that, um...

I thank...

thank you for everything
that you've done for me,

but I...
[ Sniffles ]

I don't think I should
live with you anymore.

Why?

Well, because I don't think
you'll want me there.

Rusty, why on earth
would you say that?

Because I...

I played chess
with that Wade guy,

and...

and in some ways, um...

not... not... not...
not the illegal ways,

not...
not the violent ways,

but in other ways,
ways that I-I can't fix,

I'm just like him.

- No, no, no, no.
- Yeah.

You are not like Wade Weller.

Yes, I am, Sharon.
I am just like him.

I'm exactly like him,
and I'm... I'm...

I'm just like Dr. Morales
and... and maybe Dr. Joe

and... and all of those guys
who picked me up on the street.

[ Voice breaking ]
And I can't fix it, Sharon.

I-I can't...
I can't fix it.

I am just like them, Sharon.
I am just like them.

Rusty, what you are...

is who I love...

and all of you is coming home.