Major Crimes (2012–2018): Season 6, Episode 12 - By Any Means: Part 3 - full transcript

Phillip Stroh and his young British accomplice make progress towards their endgame. Lieutenant Provenza pushes Assistant Chief Leo Mason to put more resources into the case. Rusty unearths an important clue.

Previously on "major crimes"...

Less than 24 hours
ago, Emma told me

that she thought Phillip stroh

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

As the police were
checking out the gate

to Emma's backyard, I
had a sniffy in my pocket,

giving me their
contacts and the picture

they were anxious
for me to text them

infected all their
devices with malware,

and now I have autonomous
control of their cells.

They're practically
staring at us. Look.



I need to take
off for a few days.

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.

I was with another woman.

Don't worry, it was
my boss's mum.

I have the name and
address for the woman

who used to be Gwendolyn stroh

in San Marino, right
next door to Pasadena.

Well, what's her name?

Good evening. I'm
lieutenant Michael tao, l.A.P.D.

You are Abigail
atwood, I presume?

Gwen. Did you say "Gwen"?



I hope you're not talking
about my mother that way.

Sorry, who are you?

Hunt sanford, and
Abigail atwood,

she's my mother. What the...

Oh, you're kidding me!

All of my businesses and
properties have cameras,

including Abigail's home.

They store locally

on sd cards in the camera...

Shit! Locally!

What is that?

More importantly, who is that?

That's no one,
lieutenant geezer.

That's no one.

♪♪

Buzz, what happened?

I don't know,
sir, but there shouldn't

be anything wrong with the file.

We'll see.

That man in the video,

I feel like I
recognize that guy.

Yeah.

Yeah, he does look
strangely familiar.

It's not
enough of my face.

No, you can't tell
anything from that.

Mike, find anything
on that file?

I think the video
has been deleted.

It appears to have
been corrupted remotely.

Remotely?
How is that possible?

What about the cloud?

No, it's all local.

How is that possible?

I hate technology.

I don't give a damn
what anybody says.

It does not make us safer.

How could it just disappear?

Unless it was designed

to blow before we picked it up.

Whenever you get a clue

as to what's going on here,
lieutenant, let me know.

Maybe we should try

unplugging our
system and rebooting it.

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa. Shit, shit, shit.

What the hell are you doing?

You unplugged your
system without turning it off.

Do you know how
dangerous that is?

That video you
wanted me to find, sir,

is ready to play in electronics.

♪♪

Reboot, reboot.

Son of a...

Come on. Reboot.

Reboot!

Well?

I think someone's spying on us.

They knew we were
watching the video

of Gwendolyn stroh's visitor,

and they knew how
to corrupt the file.

Spying on us? How?

We have really
serious safeguards

on the l.A.P.D. Intranet.

And if that
were breached,

I.t. Division would
know immediately.

But the new
smartboard in the murder room

isn't on the intranet
because we wanted to be able

to download stuff off the web.

And our cellphones, they're
not on the intranet, either.

My cellphone has a
passcode and a thumbprint.

All of us have that.

Are you saying just one
of us was hacked or...?

It may be everybody.

How could that have happened?

We were all at Sharon's
funeral together.

Someone could have
set up a clone cell tower

to override and substitute
our own Wi-Fi connections.

Our cellphones aren't
as secure as you think.

If someone figures out
how to gain control remotely

of our audio and
camera functions,

spying on us would
be pretty simple.

So, we've
been hacked. By who?

Wait, buzz, where is your
video from Emma's house?

I was thinking the same
thing. That neighbor guy, Karl.

Holy crap.

He texted Wes a
photo of the gate,

and Wes sent it
to the rest of us.

Yeah, but not me,

so, uh, my phone is
probably safe, right?

All right, buzz.

Hold on. Here. Let me
fast forward to the gate.

♪♪

That's our witness who said
he lives behind Emma rios,

and it's the same guy
from the surveillance video

in Gwendolyn stroh's bedroom,

and he fits the profile.

Stroh usually has an
accomplice he can manipulate.

And he has no history
of hacking skills.

So stroh's partner
posed as the neighbor

and walked the
crime scene with us?

Why?

Well, that's how the, uh...

What do we call them now, Mike?

Threat actors.

That's how the threat actor

uses the... uh,
w-w-w-what is it?

Homemade
pineapple. Right, right.

Uh, homemade pineapple

to interrupt the, uh, what?

The Wi-Fi
connections on our cells

superimposed
with one of his own.

Except my phone,

which I had mistakenly
left on airport mode

after the funeral.

You mean airplane mode.

Whatever.

So how did this
kid jump the Wi-Fi?

Through
the phone's Bluetooth.

People saw him turn it off.

In c.I., we exploit that
vulnerability on the bad guys.

Should have expected
they'd do the same thing to us.

Stroh definitely
bugged the l.A.P.D.?

Well, actually, it was,
uh, just major crimes.

And he's been
listening to us for days.

I assume that we actually
helped him find his mother.

It might be why he murdered

her ex, Jim bechtel,
in the first place...

To prod us into
getting her new identity.

What if this... this hack

is a breach of the
l.A.P.D. Intranet?

I called lieutenant markham.

He already did a sweep
of unauthorized entries.

Didn't find a thing.

But the only way to
be completely sure

is do a system-wide
shutdown and a reboot.

If we do that, though,
it raises a big red flag.

Stroh will know we found
him, and he could disconnect.

And we would miss the
chance to manipulate him

the way he has us.

You want to keep the
department's Internet online

just so you don't
spook this guy?

That's dangerous, chief.

If stroh's accomplice gave
him access to our servers,

he could delete or download

crucial material from
thousands of investigations.

Excuse me, chief.

I know mostly I just
turn things on and off,

but the computerized
part of the murder board

isn't connected to
the l.A.P.D. Intranet.

The hacker probably took over

the embedded
cameras through my cell,

which is a paired device.

Well, what makes you
think he stopped there?

I have a theory...

I didn't ask you, lieutenant.

I asked Mr. Watson,

who is so eager to
join the conversation.

♪♪

Well, sir,

I-If this threat actor

had the technical skill
to hack into our servers,

why would he risk
showing his face

to the very detectives
hunting for him?

Plus the way he grabbed
our phones, I could do that.

So could lieutenant tao.

You, too, probably.

I'd call our hacker
brazen, not sophisticated.

♪♪

Good point.

Yes. Good point.

If you were still
head of intelligence, chief,

and you had the opportunity
to mislead suspects...

Uh, uh, threat actors...

Uh, the bad guys,

you would do it, wouldn't you?

You know or you wouldn't ask.

Computers are
not my strong suit.

But I trust tao

with all of that technical
stuff completely.

And buzz... Buzz
set up my printer.

So just hear me out.

I have a plan that
I think may help us

lead stroh into a trap.

Due to l.A.P.D.'S
limited resources,

chief Mason has decided we
need to reallocate personnel.

W-What do you
mean by "reallocate"?

It means we can't have 24/7
protection on certain subjects.

Which ones?

Stroh's mother,
Gwendolyn, to start.

We've had six undercovers
outside her residence

for the last couple days.

You can't put
people's lives at risk...

- Hello, Dylan.
- Over concerns

of the budget.

- Any progress?
- So, unfortunately,

I-I am having trouble

getting into your
almost-stepbrother's computer.

But we still have
unrestricted access

to our idiot
detectives.

They're pulling back on
Gwen's security detail.

What if stroh shows
up at his mother's house?

He was looking for her,
and now he found her.

Oh.

So they know about
your visit with my mother.

That was unavoidable, Phillip.

But they still have
absolutely no idea who I am.

So just watch a moment
while they discuss

whether you're
gonna kill your mother.

If I wanted to kill my mother,
she'd be dead already.

Besides the
former Gwendolyn Beck?

What about the
boys? Rusty and Gus?

We can keep the
sis officers inside,

but the ones outside the
towers have to be reassigned.

Oh, come on. That's
complete bullshit, Fritz.

You're turning my stepson
and his friend into live bait!

Andy, they're perfectly
safe. I promise you.

We can release
stroh's picture.

Finally. A relevant idea.
If I release his picture

and someone recognizes
him when we're not there,

stroh might attack.

He is quick on his feet,

and he always seems to
have a backup scheme.

Sounds like you impressed them.

Yeah, I'm not sure about that,

but things are definitely
not going to plan.

I want the police spread thin,
and now they're regrouping.

Shouldn't be
just protecting people...

Anything else happen
while I was gone?

Like what?

Better suited to sob resources.

They're not just
detectives, you know.

They're a bunch of bureaucrats.

Budgets are more important
to them than outcomes.

They're idiots.

That stroh ends up killing.

I know you
disagree with this.

I'm sorry, guys.

Yeah.

Well, save your
apologies for the dead.

If anybody calls,
I'll be in the office.

You notice
he didn't say anything

about pulling
protection from his wife.

'Cause that's
not happening.

Great handicap, not getting
into that office with provenza.

Who cares? He's alone.

Let's keep sorting
through stroh's past associates,

see if anyone's
giving him a hand.

Where's Julio Sanchez?

And why did he leave
his phone at his desk?

Okay, so
here's where we are.

I've gone on zillow.

Zillow? What's zillow?

Uh, it's a real-estate website.

And it shows that the
house behind Emma's

on the other side of that gate

is a rental.

So how come you
know about this zillow?

Uh, nearly everyone
knows about zillow, sir.

But i-I've been using it lately.

I'm looking to, um, move
closer to Mark's school.

I'll... I'll... I'll
explain later.

Anyway, whoever leased
this property behind Emma's

hasn't been home
since the murder.

He just said that the rental
agreement was managed online

and he never met the tenant.

Obviously Carl.

I've sent patrol to search

and asked ID to print
and collect DNA, sir.

DNA takes time.

Damn this boy.

Well, the, um, vase that he
left at stroh's mother's house,

we don't have his prints,
and neither does the FBI.

But we do have

lots of good stuff from
the crime scene video

to try with facial
recognition programs,

though we may need help
from some foreign governments.

Oh, great.

What else is it
that we don't know?

The Czech patient

that we found on Emma's
computer with lung cancer

does not match stroh's DNA, sir.

So, stroh is not dying.

No, he is, sir, because
we're gonna kill him.

Forget about
the cops for now.

What I want to know is, Dylan,

where's my mother's money?

♪♪

When Gwen was diagnosed
with dementia about two years ago,

she turned over the living trust

created in her new
name, Abigail atwood,

to your
almost-stepbrother, hunt.

Hunt has his own wealth
management company, telegram capital,

very successful,

and he has been very
good with your mum's assets.

Great. Has he kept those
assets separate from his?

Yes, but he eventually closed
all of Gwen's joint accounts,

which is why your money
in Cyprus disappeared.

So, how do I get my $15
million back from hunt?

We still have the capacity

for immediate
transfers, don't we?

Sure.

Uh, we can get the
money out as planned

and into the bitcoin
wallet I set up for you,

but I need access to hunt's
business accounts and...

You said you
could hack anything.

I did not say that.

I told you I could grab
phones, individual computers,

and wireless networks.

Normally, that provides me

with enough information
to go the distance,

but hunt runs a large
financial institution.

I-I'd need a-a good
username or names

and possibly many passwords
to access your mother's trust.

I need floor plans to
his offices and houses

and his calendar.

Can you get me his schedule?

Floor plans to his house?

Uh...

He has a wife and two kids.

♪♪

You don't care about
having to kill his kids?

Let me see if I can
help you with this.

I want you to look at
these people... Like insects.

Ants, for example.

Ants that don't get
into your house are fine.

Ants in your kitchen
need to be exterminated.

How do you feel when
you step on an ant, Dylan?

Do you ever really ask
yourself if that ant was a child?

Right.

I see.

Well, uh...

Unlike Gwendolyn's
house, hunt's is covered

by surveillance cameras
inside and outside,

some of which transmit live
video to a security company

it would take me
days to hack into.

Days?

Risky.

♪♪

One other thing.

Once we get access to
your brother's accounts,

there's no reason we can't
pick his company clean.

He manages upwards
of half a billion dollars.

I mean, instead of just
taking your mother's money...

No. We don't...

No, we are not doing that.

Kill a few people here
and there, nobody cares.

But you take $500 million,

and the law will never
stop looking for you.

And the more money you
steal, the easier it is to trace.

We can't just think about
what we want, Dylan,

but how we might
become vulnerable.

Like your girlfriend.

You realize, I'm sure,

that she is how they'll
catch you eventually.

She or somebody like her.

There's no one like Ella.

She's the reason
I've stuck by you.

She's... Ella is
part of a pattern

that you repeat
that the police...

Ella is not a pattern!
She's the love of my life!

Hey, you want to
talk about patterns?

Uh, you have a pattern
of murdering people.

Maybe that's how
you'll get caught.

Do not talk to me about Ella.

I love her.

And love...

You know nothing about love.

True.

But I am an expert
on sex offenders.

Never mind.

Ella is dead weight,
and I don't really care

what happens to
you when we're done.

Let's go back to hunt.

If he is heavily guarded,

I really need that calendar.

Is there a way you can
get me his schedule?

♪♪

I still don't understand
how stroh finds these weirdos

who are willing to partner
up with a psychopath.

I mean, who are these people?

As you can see here

in the case of Mary
Wellington, stroh's own mother.

Mary Wellington. Who is that?

Stroh's first victim from 1985.

He raped and murdered her

while they were both still
in high school together.

And where did you find her?

Stroh's mother confessed

to helping Phillip
hide this girl's body.

I mean, I sort of understand it.

She's just trying
to protect her son.

But protected
him in a messed-up way,

not what Sharon did for you.

Stroh took part in a sex crime,

and his mother shielded
him from the consequences.

She didn't know what he
would be like as an adult.

You mean a lawyer?

Sorry. It's...

It's just relatable,

and that's what mom told
me to keep in my mind.

Anyway, that's not what's
freaking me out here.

Well, what's the deal, then?

It's just I don't think
that's all there is

to the name Wellington.

But still, it makes me wonder

if his mom really knew
how Phillip would end up,

maybe she would have been
scared enough to turn him in.

You know what?
That's a good point.

It's worth a shot.

What's worth a shot?

This just in... Chagrin
falls police found

the skeletal remains
of a female adolescent

right where stroh's mother said

she and Phillip buried
Mary Wellington.

Look at all these
young blond women.

That one... murdered during
an attempted sexual assault.

Those five... raped
and strangled to death.

The judge,
stroh's college friend,

that was an ugly death.

The uber driver whose body
was found in the salton sea.

Probably
those five other people

listed as accidents
and a suicide,

then Emma, his
stepfather, Jim bechtel.

Oh, and don't forget what
happened to stroh's accomplices.

One in jail for
the rest of his life,

and the other, Wade
weller, was shot to death.

And then
all the prisoners

that he befriended in
county and had murdered.

And then there was that freak,
burning man, the god Mars.

Remember that guy?

Stroh betrayed him, too.

Yeah.

Is there anybody
who deals with stroh

who he doesn't end up killing?

Are you ready?

Okay, buzz,
print the screen,

collate it. We'll keep...
Um...

Yeah, I don't... I don't
think it's a great idea

for you to come
with me, actually.

We've planned this out.

I sit in the back, monitor
the l.A.P.D. Phones,

and you drive.

Might find an opportunity.

Humor me.

Put the password into
your little deadman's switch

in case we're late getting back.

♪♪

♪♪

How's our
Phillip stroh play going?

Flynn in the running
for an Oscar?

I don't know about that,

but if stroh's accomplice
has been listening,

he's got a lot to think about.

Anything in there?

Interpol just identified
our hacking threat actor.

Name... Dylan Baxter.

At last, a familiar face.

Dylan's 24, British.

With a good American accent.

Studying computer science
at Trinity college Cambridge.

He was kicked out
his sophomore year

for hacking into the
webcams of co-eds.

Yeah, no charges
were filed, though,

but Dylan also has an
appetite... big surprise...

For computer equipment
he ought not to have.

Which the Cyprus
police discovered

when he was
arrested two years ago

for using credit
cards he'd swiped

off tourists' cellphones.

Yeah, he was picked
up purchasing tickets

to fly out of larnaca
international airport in Cyprus

in the company
of a 15-year-old girl

with whom he was
having an affair.

How did he get free?

We don't know except
charges were dropped,

his fingerprints disappeared,
and Dylan vanished.

I assume bribery was involved.

His family is pretty wealthy,

though they seem
to have disowned him

after the peeping Tom business.

It would... we have Interpol
coordinating with Cyprus authorities.

And I'm trying to
see if the FBI can find

any financial
connection to stroh.

So, what's next?

Well, I think...

Now that we know beyond
doubt that our spy is a hacker

that maybe we should, um,
offer some kind of a challenge.

♪♪

He's completely covered
by some very serious-looking guys.

And I imagine
they're heavily armed.

Guards don't matter.

Long as you can get close enough
to download sanford's phone.

It's gonna depend
on their driving formation.

There's more of
them than I expected.

Probably means two vehicles.

Let's try some
positive thinking, Dylan.

Assume we grab hunt's schedule,

and I can find myself
a spot on his calendar.

How long to complete
the financial transfer?

That depends entirely
on how fast he cooperates.

♪♪

♪♪

What are you doing?
Is the street not clear?

I'm pausing so the traffic
light to my right turns red

and I have a shot for
hunt driving up beside me.

Just let me handle this, okay?

I know what I'm doing.

♪♪

Can I help?

Yes. You can be quiet

so I don't have to talk to you
when hunt pulls up next to me.

♪♪

Hello?

Hi, there.
Is that, uh, Mr. Hunt sanford?

Yeah. Who's this?

Hi. My name's Dennis angler.

I'm calling from
California sunshine.

Uh, we're trying to inform
all of our L.A. customers...

Okay, look... About
an exciting opportunity

to install solar panels
for a 50% discount,

but we really...

Listen, I'm not interested.

Please take my
number off your list.

♪♪

I just pretty much
cloned his whole phone...

E-mail, calendar,
contacts, credit cards.

And he'll never
know. Oh, he'll know.

But not tonight.

Let's go home.

♪♪

It's easier to collect
notes on your phone.

I have apps you can have...

You know, if
stroh goes to trial,

my phone will get subpoenaed
and I may never see it again.

Plus, a notebook
can't get hacked.

Here it is. Here it is.

Aaron Dunn. Aaron Dunn.

His former mother-in-law
is Alice Wellington.

That can't be a coincidence.

His ex-wife Liz is probably
Mary Wellington's sister.

And, uh, Liz is the, uh,
the florist from, uh, Colorado

who died in the... the
single-car accident? Right, yeah.

And I have her mother's
cellphone number

because Aaron said he uses it

so his children can
facetime their grandmother.

If she is Mary's mom, too...

I can help.

Let me help you. I'm
being protected, too.

You're not alone here.

Unless you want to be.

I don't...
I don't think it's working.

WoIt's working,
grandma. They can see you.

Just talk.

Oh. It's a boy.

Hello. Do you see me?

Hi. Hi.

Uh, Mrs. Wellington,

my name is rusty Beck.

I'm actually the assistant

to a deputy district attorney
for Los Angeles county,

and she's in charge
of prosecuting a case.

Oh. Is the man who
killed Mary in Los Angeles?

That's where the police said

that they got the
information about, um,

where her... Body was hidden.

Mrs. Wellington, if I could
just ask you a few questions.

Um, back when Mary went missing,

were you friends with a
woman named Gwendolyn stroh?

Oh, you... Oh, you
mean Gwen bechtel?

Yes, yes. Gwen
bechtel. You knew her?

Yes.

Her and her family
went to our church.

Uh, the... the bechtels,
especially Gwen,

were very, very kind to
us after Mary went missing.

And, in fact, they,
uh, they offered, uh,

to help with extra
searches for our local police.

Interesting.

That... that... that's, um,
that's very interesting.

And... and, um, did you keep
in touch with Gwen afterwards?

At first.

My daughter Liz, she
was just so, um, disturbed

by everything that had happened,

and... and Liz was...

Oh, she... you know,

she just kept on
hunting for... for Mary

even after the rest
of us had stopped.

And, uh, Gwen, she
just went out of her way

to help get Liz back on track.

She, um, offered to, uh,
pay for a college degree

if she'd just sign up
at a-a-a university.

So... so Gwen bechtel
gave you money?

It... it was Liz that... That
she kept sending cash.

Even after she, uh,
you know, graduated

up until, um, oh... Right
before, um, my poor Liz passed.

♪♪

I'm so sorry.

You know, you think
you've cried over something

for the last time.

It just...

I-I know. Um...

Nothing hurts more
than losing family.

Thank you for talking
to me, Mrs. Wellington,

and, um, my condolences.

It was very kind of you
people to help bring Mary back.

And I thank you.

Excuse me.

What kind of mother
pays off people

to hide her son's killing
spree? I don't know.

But if she did it once,
odds are she did it a lot.

Okay. Stroh's law
professor cut back on travel,

and his science teacher...

I wonder.

Hey.

Your mother said
not to play detective.

♪♪

So, I've been looking through
my father's old financial records,

and I'm finding years
and years of statements

from a bank account
that he shared in common

with a Gwendolyn stroh.

I'd never heard of her before.

And this account shows
yearly cash transfers of $10,000

starting in... hold
on... Uh, 1981.

Hmm.

What else happened in 1981,

uh, that you can remember?

Oh.

He had to take off work

because of an accident
he had in school.

Um, what kind of accident?

He'd done a demonstration
with sulfuric acid,

and the next day,
one of his students,

not realizing how
dangerous the acid was,

he accidentally splashed

my father's shoulder
and arm with it.

Dad washed it off with
water as fast as he could,

but he still had to go to
the hospital with burns.

It's funny, you know,
some boy recently called me

about a former
student of my father's...

A Phillip stroh.

Is he related to Gwendolyn?

She's his mother.

Joan, Phillip stroh
was the student

who splashed your
father with acid,

and it was not an accident.

I don't understand.

Why would his mother pay
my dad so much money?

Best not to think about that.

Did this Phillip stroh...
Did he murder my dad?

Well, we can't rule it out.

Okay. Uh...

I'll get all of this to
you as fast as I can.

Thank you,
Joan. We appreciate it.

And we'll talk to you as
soon as we know more.

So, what is going on here?

Stroh is murdering people
he missed the first time

and who his mom
bribed to keep quiet?

Ms. Wellington did say

that Liz kept
searching for her sister

long after everyone
else stopped.

- Lieutenant provenza.
- What is it, buzz?

We figured out
how to trick Dylan

into grabbing malware on
a file that we've corrupted...

Uh, uh, you lost
me at "malware."

Show me. Don't tell me.

Take me to the
demonstration, please.

♪♪

They seem to be at an impasse.

So are we.

Well, it looks like hunt's
schedule is fully booked

for at least the
next four months.

And I don't think we can
play the waiting game here.

Uh, I guess I could text
him a photo, see if he...

No. Look.

He has an hour appointment
at 9:00 A.M. tomorrow morning

and every other Friday
till the end of the year.

Wonder what that is.

No description, but
there is an address.

Find out what's
in that building.

♪♪

Showtime.

Sir, we got a hit from Interpol

on the identity of
our threat actor.

His name is Dylan Baxter.

Printing his mug
shot and rap sheet.

What the hell?
Originally from London.

They know who I am.

What? How...

How do they know who I am?!

Holy cow.

Guys, that's the kid who showed
us the gate at Emma's house,

who called himself Karl.

Let me grab the
crime scene video.

You bunch of wankers!

Uh... uh... they know who I am!

They know who I am!

Calm down.

Go back to getting
me the details

on that building, all right?

But look... sit down.

Look! They have my face!

Yes, they have my
face, too, yet here I am.

Oh, my, he's
got a record for...

Sit down. Spying on young girls.

He's a hacker. How about that?

Should we just assume
stereotypes are true

and the hacker's a
puny, little mama's boy

too scared of his own
shadow for the real world?

That's not
always the case.

Some guys just get into hacking

to steal nude photos of girls
they can never, ever have.

I don't do that
anymore, you bitch!

I have a real girlfriend now,
someone who loves me!

Caught trying to leave
Cyprus with a 15-year-old girl.

Child molester.

I am not a child molester!

She came onto me,
you assholes! Hey!

10 bucks says
we find the little creep.

He wets his pants
trying to tell us

everything we want to know

'cause that's how
molesters behave.

We have to get out of here.

We have to get out of here
right now, soon as we can.

Stop panicking.

If we finish this by tomorrow,

they will never
see your face again,

so stop worrying about it.

Sit down.

Here we go.

Interpol is all
over Dylan Baxter.

He's gonna be a cinch to find.

Has the tip line started
sending updates? Just now.

Maybe something
good will turn up.

Let's go find our
security detail.

Bye, Andy.

There's something happening
in that building tomorrow.

We need to find out what it is.

Just give me a second.

The building.

I want to grab
this tip line folder

off lieutenant
tao's phone and...

Dylan, the building.

If we get caught,
it'll be all your fault.

♪♪

Okay.

Nothing yet.

But if he opens that document,
it'll lead us back to him?

Eventually, yes.

Let me get my
team ready to jump.

One second.

I don't like just standing here.

But you've been
right so far, lieutenant.

Let's hope stroh takes the bait

and we can keep
him from escaping.

By any means.

By any means.

♪♪

You want to talk about anything?

Not really. No.

All right. Good night.

All right. Good night.

Okay, uh...

As hard as I've been
trying to figure this out,

I don't understand
what stroh is up to.

I mean, he's... he's been
trying to find his mom so hard,

maybe even killing people
to find out her new name,

and then he doesn't
even go to see her,

sends this Dylan freak instead.

♪♪

What? Do... Do you have an idea?

Yeah, I do.

And I talked to Andy about it,

and he actually said
he agreed with me.

Wait, you told Andy
about this idea before me?

What are you talking about?

Look, we've been trapped
here together night after night,

and I am bunking on this sofa.

No, just... just listen.

Since I could be killed
for caring about you,

isn't it a little nuts that
we can't sleep together?

♪♪

And Andy's fine with
me sharing your bedroom.

I don't know.

I mean, um...

We wouldn't even be in
this position in the first place

if... if it weren't...
Oh, my god.

So many terrible, awful
things have happened

because of Phillip stroh.

Can't something
good come out of this?

Does it all have to
be a terrible disaster?

Just one night.

Just give me a chance.

Don't I deserve a chance?

♪♪

What if he
only wants the money?

Maybe it's not related
to witnesses or revenge.

Maybe stroh is focused

on all of his mother's
joint checking accounts

that were closed
by hunt sanford.

As hard as this
is for me to say,

I agree with Flynn.

The only common thread
we found through the victims

is that mama stroh
was paying them off.

Except dda rios.

Sleight of hand, boss.
He misdirected us.

Had a file planted
on Emma's computer

to trick us into thinking
he had a bucket list

and was crossing off
names the hard way.

Now we know better.
Stroh isn't dying.

And it's an undeniable fact

that all of these people
lost money because of hunt!

Well, maybe stroh was
in the same situation.

He knew who his mother was
paying off from his earlier life.

He thought maybe
they know where she is.

And when they couldn't
tell him, like Jim bechtel,

he knocked them off, sir.

Which means,
in my humble opinion,

that the person most in
danger right now is hunt sanford.

And sanford won't listen to us,

and we have no grounds
to pick him up, sir.

So, we were hoping

that you would call
him on our behalf,

use your rank, that
amazing voice of yours

just to inform him
of the situation.

Where are we in
locating the hacker?

Why don't we have stroh's
accomplice in custody?

We will, boss.

Once we blow this up

into something that
looks huge to him,

he'll click on that tip folder.

He won't be able to resist.

In the meantime...

♪♪

Yes?

Mr. Sanford,
assistant chief of police

Leo Mason, l.A.P.D.

You have a moment? Not really,

but if you can be quick,
I'll try and fit you in.

I'll hurry.

Our detectives are looking

at some bank accounts
opened by your mother

over a period of several decades

that you closed once
the courts awarded you

her power of attorney
for all things financial.

Those accounts were ridiculous.

Most of them had money going
in every year and disappearing,

and she couldn't explain

what they were for. Why?

Do you recall the
locations of those accounts?

Uh, Michigan was one,

Colorado, Pennsylvania, Arizona,

and a really big one
overseas in Cyprus.

$16 million shrinking

at the rate of about
$400,000 a year.

Do you remember the name in
which that account was jointly held?

Mr. Sanford?

Hello? Hello?

Do you remember the
name on your stepmother's

Account in Cyprus?

Sorry. You're...
you're breaking up.

Mr. Sanford?
Hello? Hello?

Cyprus.

Confirmation he
closed stroh's account.

♪♪

Okay.

Let's try and figure
out where hunt is

and augment his bodyguards
with an sis security detail.

Julio, I need an answer by
end of business tomorrow.

No harm, no foul if you pass.

Yes, sir.

♪♪

Uh, uh...

♪♪

Don't tell me I'm on schedule.

Well, you're not late, sir.

Takes 88 seconds to
get from here to the office.

I have less than 40.

This is why you're
in therapy, dude.

♪♪

We're here, sir.

We'll be right here, sir.

Sorry I'm late, Dr. Perez.

The ride took
longer than normal.

Why is it so dark in here?

Doc... Dr. Perez?

Oh, shit.

Ah! Hi, hunt.

Nice to finally meet you.

I would like your help,

but if you scream,
I'll be forced

to shove this knife
through your neck

and let your bodyguards find
you about an hour from now.

Are you Phillip?

I am.

And you're the guy who closed

my mother's bank
account in Cyprus.

Please.

D-Don't kill me.

I have a wife and kids.

Oh, I know.

I know you're a family man.

Just cooperate.

Everyone will be safe.

Okay. Let's have a seat.

Please. Please.

As I was saying, cooperate,

or I will rape and
murder your wife

and kill your kids.

Nod, please, if
you understand me.

Thank you.

Okay.

Now, you should know,

these walls have
been soundproofed

so that patients can shout
and weep and not be heard.

I suppose a gunshot
might give me away,

but I'm using a knife.

It's very effective.

Ask your shrink.

In order for you to avoid
winding up in his position,

I need you to
take this computer,

log in to telegram capital,

access my mother's living
trust in a very big hurry.

I said hurry.

♪♪

Um...

We're good. Put
him on the phone.

Just do as you're told.

I'll tie you up, be on my way.

Uh, hey, hunt.

I need you to log into
your telegram password

ending in the numbers 1228.

♪♪

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♪♪

♪♪

Well?

Your money's out of the country.

♪♪

Thank you for your cooperation.

Shit.

Now, if you'd please stand up.

♪♪

You won't get away with this.

Yeah, people
always say that to me.

You'll be happy to know
that, despite everything,

we're still on schedule.

♪♪

We're up on Cyprus.

Tracked down Gwendolyn
bechtel's account over there

held jointly with
a Dr. William Tom.

Gets worse.

The bank employee in charge

of administering stroh's
account in Cyprus...

Found dead three weeks after
all the money was withdrawn.

That'd be where stroh
started his latest run.

So...

Let's give them a suspect.

Cami, get in touch

with the local
authorities in Cyprus.

Feed them whatever name

stroh was using to
access that account.

And we've got a new
start to our timeline.

I'll call Interpol.

Assuming stroh left
Cyprus under his alias,

maybe we can start
locking down his travel route.

Thank you, Amy. Thank you.

You know what the
deal is with Sanchez?

Mason offering him another job.

More of a promotion.

Uh, lieutenant,
criminal intelligence.

Homicide is kind of
tough on a single parent.

Don't worry about it.

This time, we're gonna
catch the son of a bitch.

But we're still behind.

♪♪

If we lose stroh
this time, Mike,

we'll never see him again.

I don't just want stroh
because he's dangerous.

I want him because
if I only get to do

one thing while I'm in charge
of major crimes, please...

please let it be

removing this bastard
from the face of the earth.

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