Major Crimes (2012–2018): Season 6, Episode 10 - By Any Means: Part 1 - full transcript

My beautiful family...

Let me just begin by
saying how much I loved you

and how much I felt
your love in return.

How that love encouraged

and inspired me every day

to be the best
person I could be.

I had a great job.

I had a terrific husband,

amazing children.

Blessed in this way, I'm not
letting bitterness at the end

destroy the wonder
of all that came before.



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Today we honor
commander Sharon raydor,

a cop's cop, an
exceptional mother,

a loving wife, and
a great good friend.

She was also a person of faith.

She believed in
rules and law and god.

These beliefs gave
her the strength to lead

and compelled her to uphold
the values by which we live.

Those of us gathered here today

feel her passing as
a personal tragedy

for which we will mourn
for the rest of our lives.

But to the community
in which she lived

and the civilization
she struggled to defend,

her death is nothing
short of calamity.



In moments like
this, we often hear,

"it's better to light a candle
than to curse the darkness."

And so, in my heart...

I light a candle...

In Sharon's honor.

But I curse the
darkness, also...

This awful shadow
falling across our hearts,

a cloud darkening the
principles for which she stood.

I ask that, with
Sharon as our example,

that we leave her today
re-committed to the rule of law

and dedicated to
the cause of justice

for which she
sacrificed her life.

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Let us pray.

Lord, into your hands, we
commend our sister Sharon.

We thank you for
the wonderful things

you bestowed upon her life.

We pray that you open the
gates of paradise to your servant

and elevate the hope
of those who remain.

Until we all meet in Christ

and are with you and
our sister Sharon forever,

we ask this through
Christ our lord.

Amen.

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Detail!

Return arms!

Detail!

Dismissed!

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It's the, uh, eulogy.

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Lieutenant.

That was very touching.

Thanks for coming, Emma.

Um, hard day. It is.

And I'm sorry to bring this up,

but I have something
urgent we need to discuss.

Here? It'll only take a second.

You've probably heard
that over the last few months,

several people connected to...

Phillip stroh...

Have died, yes, yes. Yes.

One suicide, four accidents.

Or five murders all
across the country.

But now I have reason
to believe that Phillip stroh

is already in L.A...

And a potential motive
for why he came back.

And that motive would be?

I'm trying to verify it
through other agencies,

but I feel confirmation
is imminent.

Do you have protection?

Yes.

But...

I'm not worried about me.

Sorry, lieutenant.
I'm gonna head out.

Yeah. Uh, rios?

Expect me in your office
sometime late tomorrow morning.

I'll be there.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

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We're all clear, ma'am.

We'll be out front
if you need us.

Thank you. Have a nice night.

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Correct me if I'm wrong.

You two guys were
protecting d.D.A. Rios.

Sir, I did a sweep of the
house and the grounds myself.

There was no one here,
and there were no alerts

from our security
alarms all night.

So, what the hell
happened? Can't say.

We rang the bell in the morning,

and when she didn't
answer, we entered,

turned off the alarm, and
we found her in the pool.

And she was outside
alone because?

She liked to have
a swim before bed.

Maybe she didn't
want us back here.

I don't know.

"I don't know."

You guys had one job.

Nolan.
Yeah.

Better start sending
out your résumés, guys.

This way.

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Andrea. Where is she?

At the morgue.

She was an officer of the court,

and her body does not
belong by the side of the pool.

What happened? As of now,
it's an accidental drowning.

Bullshit. This was stroh.

Just give me a second,
Andrea. Give me a second.

Sanchez.
- Sir, no forced entry,

towel is folded up,
clothing on the chair.

S.i.d. Is skimming the
pool for hair samples.

Her cellphone and laptop
were still inside the house...

Password-protected, so
I sent them over to cyber

to see what they
could do. All right.

Emma told me yesterday
that she thought Phillip stroh

was back in Los Angeles.

Andrea, do you have any idea

where that information
could have come from?

She always kept me in the loop.

But I haven't
been back to work since...

I-I know. It's... It's
been hell for all of us.

Look, uh, why don't you check
Emma's files, her phone logs?

Uh, Amy?

Amy? Oh. Hey.

Hey, it's tough.

It's tough. I know. I know.

I'm sorry, guys.

I'm sorry.
- We're all doing it.

It's okay, it's okay.

Lieutenant, I heard this
was an accidental drowning.

Yeah.

A 35-year-old avid swimmer

drowns in her own pool.

- Lieutenant.
- Guys.

We're, uh, still working it.

It's too early for a report.

Maybe... I'll
hang out for a bit.

Suit yourself.

Just remember that I am
the incident commander...

Not you.

Ah, great.

Everyone, this is
Karl, Emma's neighbor.

His parents are out of town,

but he was nice enough
to get up and give us a tour.

Hey. I'm sorry, guys.

So sad. She was
a really nice person.

Well, thank you. Um, Mike.

Karl, show them
what you showed me.

Right. Um, well, this gate's
been around for forever.

It looks stuck, right?

But the bottom's just
dug into the ground a little.

If you pull it up...

Why is the gate even here, Karl?

I think the old owners of these
houses were, you know, related

and sort of going back
and forth all the time.

I used this gate, too,
like, in middle school.

If a frisbee would come over,
I'd just go through the gate

and, like... okay, Karl, okay.

Did you hear any noise
in your yard last night?

Sorry. No.

I just got back from Thailand
day before yesterday,

and I-I hit a wall at like 9:00.

Karl, was there ever
a lock on this gate?

Oh. Uh... Yeah.

I wonder where it went.

I, um... I might have a
picture of it on my phone.

You want me to text it to you?

Yes, please.

Number's right there.

Thanks.

I mean, I can climb
over this fence easy.

All you got to do is,
like, get your hands on...

No, no, ka... Karl.
We believe you.

Okay. Okay?

Can we look around
your backyard?

- Oh, sure. Yeah, no problem.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Wait for us.

Wes, get a copy of that photo

and text that photo
to the rest of us

and make sure it
gets in the report.

Yep. As soon as I get it.

And while you're at it,
Nolan, you and Paige

expand your canvass
of the neighborhood

to include Karl's street.

I'll go with them and look
for home-security cameras.

I'll get s.I.D. To
print this gate.

Lieutenant, before you
start throwing around

words like "murder"...
Less than 24 hours ago,

Emma told me that
she thought Phillip stroh

was back in Los Angeles,
and now she's dead.

You think that's a coincidence?

This is an emotional
time for your division.

Given your history with stroh...

You want to hand over
the murder of a deputy d.A.

To people it won't
upset, good luck.

As for our history,
all that means is,

we hit the ground running.

And I intend to give chase...

Unless you're replacing me.

Are you replacing me?

You better be right
about this, lieutenant.

I am.

Now, if you'll excuse
me, we have to bring

our so-called history
with Phillip stroh to an end.

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Like joy,
I'm finding that grief

can't be absorbed all at once.

It... it... it's... For me,
it's coming in stages.

There's, um... Shock

And then denial and sorrow

and sometimes anger

because there's so much more
I wanted to do with all of you...

So
much more of your lives

that I wanted to see.

Hello? Oh, hey, lieutenant.

What are you doing?

Just sorting through stuff
so Andy doesn't have to.

We've been to the storage unit,

and apparently mom never
really threw anything away.

I'm finding art projects,
mother's day cards...

My first ballet shoes.

I'm sorry.

Andy has life
occupancy at the condo,

but some of this
stuff he doesn't want...

For example, the
Christmas village,

which right now
I'd like to move into

and curl up like a ball. Hm.

Save room for the rest of us.

Hey. Can you stay for lunch?

Um, Ricky, just
excuse me a second.

Gus and I have
been at it all morning.

There's nothing else for
us to do for them right now

except keep them
fed. Hey, lieutenant.

Gus. Very nice of
you to pitch in like this.

Uh, where's rusty? He
hasn't come out here yet,

but I think I heard him in
the shower a while ago.

And Flynn?

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Really nice, uh, speech...

Eulogy, whatever it was.

Well, I'm just thankful I
was able to get through it.

Look, there is no...

Good time to ask this.

I need your help...

With a very
difficult notification.

An accidental
drowning? No.

This is a murder.

I thought Emma had
bodyguards. What happened?

Well, they think someone
gained access to her house

through a neighbor's
yard, but they can't prove it.

Yeah. Look, how much
work have you done

on stroh's other
potential victims?

Before rusty gives
you the rundown,

let me make something clear.

He is not leaving this building.

Andy. Look, I'm sorry, kid.
There's no messing around.

Your mother made me promise
that I would take care of you

and protect... I-I start
law school in three weeks.

Emma is dead, and we know
that stroh is back. And I can't...

Andy, this is not
what I meant by "help."

Yeah? Well, the last
time I just stood by

and let someone
do what they wanted,

how did that work out, huh?

How did that work out?!

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Andy...

In the end, her
heart didn't seize.

It... it didn't skip a beat.

It just stopped.

And the doctor said that
that had nothing to do with us.

Now, stroh will not
stop with Emma.

If you promised Sharon that
you would protect this boy,

I need him to tell us
everything he knows.

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First was Gordon ducrest,

stroh's sixth-grade
science teacher.

He was found electrocuted
on the side of his house

about a year ago.

He was caring for his
wife, who has Alzheimer's,

and his kids never
heard of stroh.

Next was stroh's
high-school girlfriend... Lynn.

Yes. She was a former
lifeguard from Ohio

who also drowned
in her own pool.

Right. And her parents
say that Lynn and stroh

broke up when they were 16

and they don't remember
much about him,

though they say he was... Odd.

No shit. Yeah.

Well, about a month later,
Clyde Fowler of Ann arbor,

who taught stroh in law
school, supposedly shot himself.

Now, Clyde's sister says
that he was in perfect health

and showed no indication of
depression and left no note.

She had never
heard of stroh, either.

She also told me that
Clyde used to travel

two or three time
a year to Europe,

but that he quit
about a year ago,

saying that he couldn't
afford it anymore.

The traveling stuck
out to you. Why?

Well, because Elizabeth Dunn,

the Colorado woman
who died in a car accident...

Her ex-husband, Aaron,
said the same thing...

That she used to take their
kids over the winter break

to all these different places

and that she had
stopped about a year ago,

claiming she was low on funds.

Which brings us to stroh's
stepmother, Carolyn sayles,

who fell off a hiking
trail in Arizona.

Yeah, well, one
of his stepmothers.

Stroh's father, Tyler,
had three wives...

Stroh's mother,
who I can't find;

Carolyn sayles; And then
another woman named jinny.

But jinny says that
she never met stroh

and that Tyler, who died in
1998, never had mentioned him.

Well, that's...
That's all I have.

Hobbs?

There was
nothing in Emma's office

suggesting any new
information on stroh,

though she noted a
conversation with Interpol

on her call sheet.

Cyber found an
encrypted folder on her desktop.

They're working on opening it.

Encrypted
folder. Sounds promising.

Why would stroh come
back now? Revenge?

What, against your
sixth-grade science teacher?

That's a big risk to take

for something that happened
to you when you were 11.

For a normal person
maybe, but a psychopath?

Who knows what
provokes a nutjob like that?

Well, my mom
said that stroh coming back

might have something to do
with the reason he moved to L.A.

In the first place.

Also, we...

Aah!

You
scared the shit out of me.

Yeah, I get that a lot.

What have I missed?

Um, well, they were just
talking about you, actually.

I've, uh, recorded everything
if you want to play it back or...

Never mind that.
It's just... Dylan...

You promised me
video of their offices,

not of your underage hooker.

She's not my hooker.
She's my girlfriend.

Look, I know it's
not easy for you,

but just chill, seriously,

and... and be impressed
with what I've accomplished.

What you're
hearing is a live feed

coming from six separate phones.

Apparently Mr. Provenza
wasn't forwarded the photo

sent from neighbor bro Karl

Who was
helping them investigate

last night's accident.

My American accent
was, like, awesome, dude!

It's hilarious.

Anyway, as the police

were checking out the
gate to Emma's backyard,

I had a sniffy in my pocket,

creating a rogue access
point for their phones.

It gave me their
contacts, calendars,

browser history, albums.

And the oh-so-innocuous picture

they were anxious
for me to text them

infected all their
device with malware,

and now I have full
autonomous control of their cells.

Oh,
and, uh, a bonus.

Detective Wes Nolan.

New to me. Okay.

"Okay"? That's your
response? "Okay"?

How about, um,
"Dylan, what you've done

during your five months
in L.A. is truly amazing.

Setting up this house?

Renting the home behind
rios? Putting yourself at risk?

Walking around in the very
midst of a billion detectives...

That's courage,
Dylan. That's genius."

I'm happy you're
pleased with yourself,

but I still can't see them.

You're about to.

Of course, I could turn
on their cellphone cameras,

but, uh, that would
only give us a view

of the ceiling or their pockets.

But Mr. Buzz has a recognized
device paired to his cell,

and if it's what
I think it is...

Score!

They're
practically staring at us. Look.

No longer
a practicing boy scout,

but always prepared.

Julio, let's collect all the
phone data from Emma's lines...

Her home, her work,
anything that's... ah, chief.

I, uh, assume that
you're here for an update.

That, and when you get a moment,

some... some housekeeping
issues to discuss.

What? Is this about her office?

Are you moving
someone in there already?

Lieutenant, it
hasn't even been a...

Kid looks miserable about
what happened to his mother.

Did you have anything
to do with killing her?

No.

Doesn't mean I can't
enjoy her death a little.

One second. Listen.

No one is coming in here

to take Sharon's
place, all right?

Go ahead.

Pack her stuff.
Buzz will help you.

Buzz. Trouble in
police paradise.

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Can you get me into that office?
Sorry.

Mr. Buzz left his
cellphone on his desk.

Oh, don't complain.

I'm giving you more than your
money's worth here. Really?

If the Cyprus
police had kept you

until you were tried for
what you did to that girl...

She wasn't a girl.

She was 15, fully functional.

She came on to me,
not the other way 'round.

I pass for 15, too.

I get carded everywhere I go.

Sounds exhausting.

I know how much it hurts to
lose a parent when you're young.

Yeah, I just wish that, um...

You know, I spent all morning
listening to her old voicemails.

I-I wish...

You could talk to
her one last time.

I know.

Before she died,

your mother made two
video messages in case...

Well, I copied the one
for your whole family

onto these yellow flash drives.

The blue one is just for you.

In her note, she said
if anything went wrong,

to hand these out a
week after the funeral,

but she didn't know
what was about to happen.

And her message to you...

I think you need
to watch right away.

I hear
what you're saying.

This other drowning

looks similar to what
happened to rios,

but for me to put the
department on alert,

I need to see proof
that stroh is back.

Well, would another dead
body help you with that?

Because they're coming.

Here's a compromise.

I'll allow you to investigate
Emma's death as a homicide

for two more days,

but if this turns
out to be stroh,

whatever we do, make
sure when we get to trial,

he can never say that
we violated his rights.

Oh, I promise you,

stroh will never speak
in a courtroom again.

Finally, lieutenant...

Something upon which
we can fully agree.

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Andy, maybe we won't
make our honeymoon,

but having our marriage
recognized by the church

means we may be together

in an even more beautiful
place than Ireland.

Ricky, my firstborn and the
big experiment

on which I learned
sticking to the values

that I tried to convey to you

helped me to hold
on to them, too.

Oh, Emily, you lived
out my childhood dream.

Seeing you dance

reminded me of the best
moments of my childhood,

when I was free,

watching myself spin
around in the mirror

without a care in the world.

Thank you.

Oh, rusty, I hope you
never have to see this

and we have many
more years together.

But in case I'm not there,

beyond how much I love you,

I want you to consider

how to protect yourself
from Phillip stroh.

Your weapon may be important
as your last line of defense,

but your true security
will come from two things

that I know are
difficult to accept.

First, rusty, try not to
think of stroh as a monster.

That is how I have
always worked...

Not by distancing
myself from criminals,

but trying to relate to them.

Imagining stroh as alien
will make him harder to see.

Next, you cannot solve
this problem alone.

No matter how much
you have learned,

you are not a detective.

Share your ideas
with... with Andy

and with the lieutenant.

Let the people who love you
and care about you help you.

Trusting people we love
makes us vulnerable, I know.

But your ability to allow
yourself to be vulnerable here

will be your greatest
advantage over stroh.

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You look a
little better this morning.

You sleep okay?

Yeah.

Um, not really. Me neither.

Of course, I don't
have a protection detail.

So, mom never said.

How much danger
are you in, really?

I-I don't know.

Depends on my connection
to these other victims.

And I've talked to everyone
who I thought could help,

and i-I've looked
all over the Internet

for any mention of these people,

but I still just can't see
what we have in common.

Uh-huh.

And when you looked all over
the Internet for these people,

you used a search engine? Yeah.

Well, then the one thing
that connects those names

is the fact that you
looked them up.

You know who else
probably looked them up?

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Can't talk long.

I, um... I just wanted
to say good morning.

So, uh, good morning,
Ella.

Uh-huh.

So sweet of you to call,
but I got to get going.

It's a busy day.

Do you, um... do you
think I can stop by tonight?

I have an opening at 10:00.

Want me to put you down?

I can't afford to save
it and you not show.

I'll... I'll... I'll pay for it
whether I get there or not.

Just... Just hold
it for me, okay?

Okay.

Hey, um, I'm sorry,
baby.

I've... I've got to go, okay?

Hey.

Uh, they're talking to
somebody I don't know.

That's Sharon
raydor's real son.

Probably just more
of the same whining,

but turn it up.

In my job at capra,
we're sometimes asked

to locate computers making
specific Internet searches.

Capra/denny? Shit. Who are they?

A major U.S. defense contractor.

Cyber experts.
Yeah, I can do that.

They won't find me. Don't worry.

But with capra involved,

lucky for us we're not
on the l.A.P.D. Intranet.

I put through an initial request

to my boss' boss this morning,

asking for a list
of I.P. Addresses

containing everyone
who's searched the web

for those five people
up there on your board,

and we've already
matched some users.

I see devices for Sharon
raydor, d.D.A. Hobbs,

d.d.a. Rios, buzz Watson, me.

Patrice provenza?

She has a computer. I don't.

Fritz Howard,
Brenda Leigh Johnson,

rusty's home computer.

Finally, one that is identified

only by an I.P. Address
based out of Nepal.

Nepal?

Someone probably
using a proxy server.

Routed it out of Nepal
to hide his actual location.

Unprotected proxy server.

My god, you do need my help.

No.
When were
these searches from?

This may accelerate
things in a good way.

Can you prove that it's stroh?

Probably not, but if we
have his I.P. Address...

Is it possible to see everything
else he searched for, too?

Maybe, but capra/denny
will not respond to a warrant

under circumstances like this,

so I don't know how you're
gonna explain it in court.

Well, we won't ever be in court.

We're bringing stroh
down by any means.

I'm serious.

They're always so certain
of themselves, aren't they?

To answer your concerns,
let me see what I can dig up.

But if they can access
my Internet searches...

It may take a day
or two. That's great.

This is a good thing, Dylan.

They're finally
doing what we want.

Speaking of computers,
cyber says they cracked open

that folder on Emma's laptop.

It's some sort of
document written in Czech.

Go get it translated, please.

Well, I guess my encrypted
folder is about to do its job.

You may say "merci"

to Interpol officer, m. Saisset.

He's perfect.

Right. Okay.

Keep an eye on them.

If I'm not back by midnight,

remember to input
the combination

to your little blackmail clock.

You
mean enter the password

to reset my dead-man switch.

It's irritating, that switch,

considering how
much I spent saving you

from the police in larnaca.

I completely appreciate that.

And... and I love
the fee we agreed on,

but, uh, don't pretend
you wanted me as a friend,

'cause we both know
you're incapable of that.

And the dead-man switch
has nothing to do with blackmail.

It's just to make sure that,
should anything happen to me,

the FBI will receive
a complete dossier

on everything you've
done and intend to do.

Releasing access to all that
information destroys my life,

as well as yours, so
this isn't blackmail.

This is insurance to make
sure that when all this ends,

we're both living
happily ever after...

And as far away from
each other as possible.

But we're not finished yet,

so I'll type the code in early.

You see?

I'm safe today.

Dead-man switch.

Well, the name seems fitting.

Listen, this is very important.

Until I get back,
no multitasking.

You need to leave
your girlfriend alone,

listen to these
people very carefully.

If you hear the name bechtel...

Jim bechtel, in particular...
Call me immediately.

You got it?

Jim bechtel. Got it.

♪♪

Jim bechtel. Who
the hell is that?

Sorry to bother you, sir.

Is this your house? Yes.

Detective Wes Nolan, l.A.P.D.

Jim bechtel.

L.a.p.d.?

What's going on?

Safety check.

There's been a report of a
dangerous man in the area.

Is there anyone
else in your house

we should be concerned
about... Children, staff?

You alone, sir? Yes, yes.

No... no one's here on
Saturdays or sundays...

Including me, usually.

What... what dangerous man?

Step back inside
the house, please.

Oh, my god.

Phillip? Phillip!

What do you want?
What I've always wanted.

You'll be happy to know
my search is almost over.

You're... You're
a serial killer.

The police are looking
for you. They are?

Well, I better make
this quick, then.

I told you over
and over again...

I have no idea
where Gwendolyn is.

I believe you, but I
still need your help.

And so do the police.

You're not working
with the police.

I am a little,
believe it or not.

I'm glad I found you here

instead of your
place at the shore.

A little cold out
there this time of year.

Please. This isn't necessary.

I can't help you.

Look, look, look,
just leave, Phillip.

I'll never tell anyone
you were here.

And I swear... there's
nothing I can do to help.

Don't underestimate
yourself, Jim.

Is that your computer?

Yes.

You logged in?

Yes.

Use it if you want.

I will.

And don't move.

Seriously? You keep
all your passwords

on a post-it note
taped to your computer?

That's incredibly
dangerous, Jim.

Take the computer. Take it.

That's very generous.

So unlike the way you
treated me when I was a kid.

I'll leave the computer here...

With you.

Aah!

Aah! Aah!

I pray that this family

that we brought to life

brings each one of
you joy and comfort.

I think I've already gone
on longer than I intended,

so let me just say that
the... the most important thing

that I want you to
remember always is that...

♪♪

I loved
you with my whole heart.

♪♪

And you filled my life...

Filled my life with joy...

and grace.

Watching it again, huh?

Yeah.

Well, I miss her.

And Emily and Ricky
went out with their dad.

Well, pretty soon it's
gonna be just you and me,

I guess.

No.

No, not just you and me.

Look, as long as we
hold on to each other,

which is what she wanted,
we hold on to her, too.

What's this?

The wedding photos came today.

Oh, my god.

Well, at first, I was thinking,

"she didn't even get a chance
to see our wedding pictures,"

but then I thought, "at
least she had the ceremony,

and she had it
where she wanted it."

That... that is a perfect day.

Yeah.

Look at your mother.

Isn't she beautiful?

Ah, look.

Here's one of just
the two of you there.

Hey, do me a favor, kid.

Turn the light on so I
can see it a little better.

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Looks like we're
making progress of a sort,

but I still don't know how
we're gonna introduce

all these searches Ricky got...

Buzz, just hang on for a second.

Um, everyone,
there will be no trial.

But, sir, if stroh
has an accomplice,

how we describe this
evidence could jeopardize...

Well, considering how
stroh's accomplices end up,

I seriously doubt
that it will matter.

So, these blue dots
we're looking at...

They represent the people
that stroh was searching for.

Brenda Leigh
Johnson, Fritz Howard,

rusty Beck, and Louie provenza.

Ah. Well, I was feeling ignored.

And then there are names
that are totally new to us,

like Albert fularz,
retired lawyer in Nevada.

And others
we've identified

are Catherine
Davidson in Atlanta,

William Putnam in
Austin... Both living.

Now, here in L.A., we
have a Jim j. Bechtel

and a Ms. Bechtel.

Now, I have a good
address on Jim bechtel.

He's a retired real-estate
developer on the westside,

unmarried.

Ms. Bechtel doesn't show.

Maybe an ex? Hmm.

And several different
searches for a Gwendolyn.

Gwendolyn bechtel
m-may be Ms. Bechtel.

He could be trying to
find out where she lives

'cause there's also a
"Gwendolyn Bakersfield"

and a "Gwendolyn Fresno."

Fresno?

Stroh must be more
desperate than we thought.

Of all the new people,
the only match we get

in the city of L.A.
is Jim bechtel.

All right, let's do
a safety check

on Mr. Bechtel's residence.

Amy, why don't you take cami

and pay a call to
Mr. Bechtel's house?

Nolan, Nolan, could I...
Could I see you a second?

Sir.

I've got a special
assignment for you.

It could be a little risky.

Do you understand
what I mean when I say

we're going to take stroh
down by any means?

Jim
bechtel. L.A.P.D.

Mr. Bechtel?

Car's in the driveway.

Yeah. Let's... Let's
look in the backyard.

I'm concerned for his safety.

Okay.

At missing persons,
we'd have to call this in,

ask for permission.

Well, if we're on a
wild-goose chase

and stroh isn't
at the end of it,

you may be back
in missing persons.

And if your good friend Mason

puts someone else in
charge of major crimes,

the lieutenant will retire,

and who knows what
a new commander

would want to do?

I mean, it's...

Oh, my god. Oh, my god.

Oh, my god. Call it in!

Damn it!

Four king 64
requesting a backup

and paramedics to my location.

Also, notify major
crimes to respond.

I count five stab wounds,
mostly in the abdomen,

tightly grouped
and angled upward.

Like he was facing the killer.

How long ago?

Partial lividity, so
dead 10, 15 hours.

Lots of blood around the body.

And a trail of drops
heading for the front door.

Victim was probably
stabbed here, fell.

I'm not seeing defensive wounds.

And no
signs of forced entry,

though the patio doors were
wide open when we got here.

Nothing appears to be stolen.

Phone, wallet,
watch... All here.

Computer's open with
post-it that says "password."

If this is stroh...
It's definitely stroh.

Then why
change his m.O.?

I mean, this isn't an
accident. It's a murder.

We wouldn't be
here if it wasn't for

the searches we got from capra.

But who is Jim
bechtel to Phillip stroh?

Buzz, grab his laptop.

We're gonna have to
give it a thorough search.

What are
you thinking, tao?

That we are going to be
finding a lot more bodies

before this is all
said and done.

That your work? They
needed a kick in the ass.

This should take
us to the next step.

Oh. Be sure to add
that to your little dossier.

Lieutenant, you're gonna want

to have a powwow
with chief Mason.

The danger level
has gone way up.

Hurry, lieutenant.

I need this to be over with.

♪♪

Sorry. They haven't been
able to get around to me yet,

so I won't be able to go
with you guys to the airport.

It's all right.

And that you wanted to
go to the airport with us

means you really are family.

I'll tell Andy to come
back and get you.

God, I wish you
didn't have to leave.

Me too.

God.

♪♪

Mom really loved
this place, didn't she?

I can feel it by how
much I want to stay.

Well, you can always visit.

Or... or maybe, uh,
you'll tour through L.A...

Tour?

Rusty, I'm your sister.

And I've come up here
specifically to tell you,

"please, please, please
take care of yourself."

Losing mom is...

It's gonna take me

maybe the rest of my
life to deal with that.

I just...

I can't lose you, too.

♪♪

You were looking for
something to make you believe

that Phillip stroh
murdered Emma rios.

Well, our investigation
of Emma's death

led us directly to the
murder of Jim bechtel.

But what's the connection

between a retired real-estate
developer in his 70s

and the drowning
of a prosecutor?

Am I missing something?

Yes. You're missing Gwendolyn.

I did it! Ah!
Gwendolyn?

I told you sending e-mails...
Dylan.

I'm trying to listen.

On bechtel's computer,

he recently e-mailed
with an old neighbor

from chagrin falls, Ohio,

who asked for the whereabouts

of his ex-wife... Gwendolyn.

We found a divorce
filing from the 1980s

between a Jim bechtel and
a one Gwendolyn bechtel,

who claimed as
her dependent, sir,

a 17-year-old
son... Phillip stroh.

That means Jim bechtel
was stroh's stepfather.

But help me with this
because I don't understand.

Stroh made a good escape.
Why would he come back?

Because he's
running out of time.

That encrypted file
from Emma's computer...

We finally got it
translated from Czech.

They're medical records
from a hospital in Prague,

dated 11 months ago.

And you'll notice, chief,

that the patient's name
has been redacted,

but we know he's
male, 6'2", 190 pounds.

And, according to his
doctor, dying of cancer.

Cancer?

Stage 4, terminal, in the lungs.

Slow-moving, but
eventually, sir...

Explains why he's back.

And going through his
bucket list of revenge.

They're buying everything.

It's like you're the
count of monte cristo

getting back at all the
people who've mistreated you.

Oh, come on. I've
done a great job.

Admit it.
I know this is Hollywood,

but if you could stop
congratulating yourself

for just a moment.

I'm trying to listen.

And the Gwendolyn
he was searching for

all over the Internet was his
mother... Gwendolyn stroh.

Where is she now?
Hard to tell.

There's no one by the
name of Gwendolyn stroh

or Gwendolyn
bechtel in Los Angeles.

Maybe she changed her last name.

Yes, but if we're
going to find her,

we have to continue to
investigate her son... Phillip.

All they need now is a
hint of where Gwendolyn is,

and we're nearly done.

But if he's really here

and we're ordering
extra protection...

48 hours. That's
all I ask, is 48 hours.

I need to take off
for a few days myself.

Get ready for a quick exit.

Don't worry. I
have this. I hope so.

Half the fee depends
on your finding my mother

before they do, and so far...

Don't worry.

I have one of the best police
departments on earth helping me.

♪♪

All right.

You guys are the
experts here. Not me.

And for now,
lieutenant, you're right.

We'll figure out what to
do after stroh's in custody.

Or dead at my feet.

Yeah.

Dead at your feet
would be kind of perfect.

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