Major Crimes (2012–2018): Season 6, Episode 13 - By Any Means: Part 4 - full transcript

In the series finale, Lt. Tao, (Michael Paul Chan) is stuck in a room with a potential bomb. Provenza (G.W. Bailey) finally identifies the real Ms. Bechtel, and Major Crimes comes face-to-face for the very last time with Phillip Stroh (Billy Burke).

Previously on "major crimes"...

If this is stroh, then
why change his m.O.?

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

Provenza: Jim bechtel's
daughter, Tammy,

has flown in from Charlotte.

I expect her here any
minute, and she should help.

We were only a serious
part of his life for a few years,

and that was decades ago.

Did you ever see
Phillip again? No.

I've got a special
assignment for you.

It could be a little risky.



Maybe stroh is focused

on all of his mother's
joint checking accounts

that were closed
by hunt sanford.

We can get the money out

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

You said you
could hack anything.

I did not say that.

I told you I could grab
individual computers

and wireless networks.
- Can you get me his schedule?

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

I need you to
take this computer,

access my mother's living trust.

Your money's out of the country.

Provenza: If I only get to do



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

please let it be

removing this bastard
from the face of the earth.

[ Elevator dings ]

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[ Police radio chatter ]

They've been dead
less than an hour,

and the wounds on
the doctor will match up

with the weapon used on your
previous victim, Mr. Bechtel.

So the same knife.

Or same brand.

The tear in
Mr. Sanford's chest...

Well, I can't measure
it properly here,

except to say it
scares me to death

and find the guy who
did this right away.

That's the plan.

Sorry to bring you here
on such a quick, uh...

No, I get it.

The enormity of the
crisis is very clear.

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No money on your victims
and no car keys either,

but I have Mr. Sanford's phone.

Good luck.

Thank you, doctor.

Paige: Lieutenant?

The woman with the
appointment before sanford's

said she held the door open
for a man she described as

"bearded, with a
bag over his shoulder,

holding a motorcycle helmet."

Couldn't recall what
he was wearing.

Do you want me to grab security
video from along the street?

Yes. And take patrol
officers to help you.

We need to double-time it!

We are very close!

But way, way,
way too far behind.

My dad... For all his success,

he was a f-fairly simple guy.

He loved what he loved.

Me, his business,
the sea, Gwen...

I-I don't get it.

What's the importance
of this interview?

Tammy bechtel
was not on the list

of any of the people Phillip
stroh was searching for.

Yeah, I-I want to
ask her a question

about her father's estate,

and she's not
answering her cell.

W-Well, maybe
she's still grieving.

Maybe you should take whatever
question you have about her

to the lieutenant and
let him decide if he's...

I'm not playing detective, Gus.

Well, then... Then,
what's the deal?

Instead of letting stroh
scare me out of my mind,

I am trying to think like him

so I can determine
what he's gonna do next.

- I wonder about that.
- Oh, my god!

Wes! Why are you here?

Because this place
is no longer safe.

Nolan: I drove up to San Jose

and grabbed Ricky rater's
keys from the valet stand.

I need to send them
back with an apology.

Then I rented a fake l.A.P.D.
Uniform from western costume,

doctored it up to look real,
and used it to pass by s.I.S.

Oh, my god, and the
kid would've been dead.

Fritz, your people were
supposed to have this covered.

Well, they had eyes out
for stroh, not a patrol officer.

But Nolan did prove
that the condo isn't safe,

which is what I asked him to do.

Thank you, Wes.
And, chief Howard,

would you please release
the boy's security detail?

From now on,
where I go, they go,

and I'm not leaving
here until stroh is dead.

No, wait, but he's not...

Look, I-I don't care
what the sign said

in the doctor's office.
Stroh is not coming after me.

You think if stroh saw
an opportunity to kill you,

he wouldn't take it?

I'm not his objective.

Well, I tend to agree with you.

Obviously, stroh is
after his mother's money.

But we still don't know where
stroh is or his accomplice.

Look, he may be
using you as a decoy,

but I agree with the lieutenant.

Both of you are safer with him

until stroh is either
dead or in custody.

And now we might know

how he's getting
around the city unnoticed.

Sanchez: The drive falls inside
the timeframe of our murders.

That's the best you
can do on the plates?

Sorry. Unfortunately,
stroh wasn't

driving down the
street sideways.

Sanchez: Well, if
this is stroh, chief,

the motorcycle and the
helmet could be useful.

The make and model
are fairly common.

Neither the helmet or the
color are that distinctive.

Provenza: But it would be great
to release this photo to the press,

along with mug shots of stroh

and the Interpol photo
we have of Dylan Baxter.

We could start blowing up

the fake tip line folder
we created as bait

and maybe convince
the hacker to open it.

Excuse me one second, buzz.

I just executed a
back-end subroutine,

meaning that the tip line folder
is set to go live from my phone

to the murder board monitor

where it will make
for a better bait.

What happens when
Dylan opens the tip folder?

We'll gum up his
connections to the Internet

while he nail down his
exact physical location.

But he has to
click on the folder.

Rule number one in cyber...

Do not click on
random attachments.

Hackers can easily...
- It won't appear random, boss.

Paige: And once this Dylan creep

finds he's at the center
of an all-out manhunt,

he could get very impulsive.

Or given how dangerous
these guys are, chief,

maybe we should ask
what's your alternative?

Asked respectfully.

Phillip stroh, who escaped
custody almost three years ago,

and the younger man who may
or may not have an English accent,

is a u.K. Citizen
with computer skills

and a pattern of allegedly
sexually abusing teenage girls.

This story is developing.
We will bring you...

Bastard.

[ Sighs ] Come on.

Come on, come on.

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[ Laughs weakly ]

All right.

Now I just have
to get out of here

before this asshole
knows I have his money.

[ Laughs ]

Um...

Oh, my god, I'm rich again.

[ Line ringing ] Oh...
I can't believe it!

Oh...

Hello? Ella, Ella. I
am about to make you

the happiest woman
on earth, I swear.

[ Static ]

Elly, you there?

Ella?
- Hello?

Elly, i-it's me, it's Carl.

Did... did I get
you at a bad time?

Ella: Yes, um...
Um, a very bad time.

Okay, i-I'm sorry, but... but...

The money I told you
about came through,

so please just cancel
all of your appointments...

I can't, Carl. I can't.

Of course you
can. E-Ella, listen.

I'm rich. And when we get...

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Oh, my god.

Dylan.

Oh, my god.

I checked the bitcoin
log you created for me.

Very disappointed.

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[ Panting ]

[ Whimpers ]

[ Breathes heavily ]

Give a wave to Carl, Ella.

He's watching us
through wireless cameras

he had set up in your
apartment months ago.

W-What do you
think you're doing?!

You let her go
now or... or I'll...

Or... or what?

You're gonna call the police?

I don't think so.

[ Whimpering ]

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Stand on this, please.

Hey, hey, hold on.

Hold on.

Ella didn't do anything,

and... and if
you hurt her, i-i...

Do you really think I
give a shit about this girl?

[ Gasping, whimpering ]

Now, don't struggle.
You'll upend the stool.

The trick is...

Stay balanced.

[ Sighs ]

I thought you'd steal my money,

and now I expect
you to put it back.

This'll take time, okay?

I-I'll need to set up a whole
new... [ Cellphone chimes ]

I don't have time.
Neither does Ella.

You will transfer the money

into a new bitcoin
wallet I made for myself.

I texted all the relevant
information to your phone.

But I will need the entire
$15 million and change.

Every penny.

But I... I won't...

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I need some of that money
to get out of the country.

Please...

Have you seen the news?

This manhunt is...

Hey, hey, hey,
hey, hey, hey, hey!

I told you Ella was dead weight.

Exactly how dead is up to you.

[ Breathing heavily ]

[ Crying ]

Gus: Don't worry.

As long as we're here,
stroh can't get to us.

Yeah, but we can't
get to him either.

They will. They'll catch him.

Catch him? No. No, that...

That can't happen, because
if stroh gets arrested,

then he goes to trial and I
have to testify in open court.

Yeah, but... but then
he's in prison for life.

And meanwhile, the whole
world gets to hear about...

What I was.

You mean homeless?
Hungry? Abused?

People won't see
it that way, Gus.

Look, forget about me.

Look at all of these
people that stroh's killed,

some of them
while he was in jail.

If stroh goes to prison,

I spend the rest of my life
jumping at my own shadow,

and I can't live like that.

Hi, Ms. Bechtel. This
is rusty Beck again.

Uh, if you could give me
a call back on this number,

I'd appreciate it. Thank you.

I just don't see

what Tammy bechtel
had to do with any of this.

Stroh took a big risk
in murdering her father.

Why?

There has to be
something that stroh needed

that only Mr. Bechtel had.

It does sound like
you really know stroh.

Yeah.

And he knows me.

He knows me very well.

Stroh: I don't want to
use the word "whore,"

'cause I know you think of
Ella as your fiancée. [ Gasps ]

If you don't pick up the pace,

well, I'm sure we can
think of something to do.

I mean, Carl's taking so long.

It can't go any faster. Just...

For...

Please just... just let me keep
$50,000, enough to escape?

You hold back one
penny and Ella dies.

[ Voice breaking ]
Please! Please, Carl...

I... I love you.

Please. [ Crying ]

It's to your advantage
helping us to escape.

I disagree,

and I think I've done more
escaping than you have.

[ Crying ]

We have him. I almost
have the exact address.

I'll get my team ready to go.

No, no, no.

Uh, s.O.B. Follows behind.

I don't want our
suspect... Damn it...

Our... our threat actors
to hear us coming.

Major crimes goes in first.

Mason: I think we need to
combine forces here, lieutenant.

If stroh and this Dylan kid

are in the middle of a
neighborhood or near a school...

Okay, quietly.

Quietly.

We have to take our
threat actors by surprise.

Stroh: I have to
get going, Dylan.

Tick, tock. Tick, tock.
- [ Cries ]

The bitcoin has been
transferred to your digital wallet.

In... in 15 seconds,
refresh your...

[ computer beeps ]

What?

No, no, no, no, no,
this can't be happening!

What's going on?

There was a glitch.
- A glitch?

What if I had a glitch?
What if my foot just...

- [ Cries ]
- Hey!

[ Gun cocks ] Do you hear that?

I have a gun,
and if you hurt her,

I'm gonna find you, and
I'm gonna kill you myself.

[ Breathing heavily ]

[ Sniffs ]

2361 ramsdell Glen.

We can handle this,
chief. It's just one house.

One house that needs to
be surrounded by s.W.A.T.

And covered by the air.

Lieutenant, your
team can make entry,

but s.W.A.T. Backs you up.

Chief Howard.

No one escapes.

Don't worry, lieutenant.
We want the same thing.

Lieutenant, since your murder
room is under observation still,

don't send the whole
of major crimes.

Um, sure. Yes, sir.

Um, so, uh, Sanchez, tao,
Sykes, go get him and good luck.

I should go, too.

No, not on your life.

You stay here with me,
second-in-command.

I'm gonna have to put a
time limit on this, Dylan.

I am doing everything you want.

Just shut the hell up,
you complete lunatic!

[ Computer beeping ]

It's almost over.

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Man: All right, they're
on the move, partner.

Hold off a little bit.

Air 14 to patrol. Are
you receiving my feed?

14, Roger.

All right, partner.
Hang tight. Here we go.

Okay, moving in.

All right, officers, I
got you out of the car

making your movement
up there to the front door.

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We need officers to the
rear. Hurry to the rear, guys.

Give me some people in the rear.

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Rooftops are
clear. Looking good.

[ Lock clicks ]

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[ Computer beeps ]

There! There! It's
yours, okay? Set her free.

Set her free. Oh,
you millennials.

Don't you think that's something
you ought to do for yourself?

Don't... hey, y-you
have to help her.

- [ Cries, whimpers ]
- You have to help her!

You have to help her.
You have to help her!

On 3. Good luck, everyone.

1... 2... 3.

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[ Cries, whimpering ]

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L.a.p.d. You're surrounded.

Or the police can save her.

This might turn out
better than I thought.

Lay face down with your
hands behind your head.

[ Panting ]

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He's dead.

Sorry, no one else at home.

Phillip stroh.

Lieutenant tao.

I take it Dylan's dead.

What the hell? Where is he?

You'll know exactly where
I am, detective Sanchez,

once you trace the
phone that I'm using.

Oh, say hello to Ella.

[ Crying ] Help! Please!

Yes, yes, that's enough.

They've heard "help me,
help me" a thousand times.

Now, will you redeploy resources

to save this useless hooker,

or will you try to find me?

'Cause I'm leaving.

Tell rusty I look forward
to our time together.

Now you see me...

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Pull the number off the phone.

What is this counting down to?

Tao: I have no idea,

but we only have an hour
and 29 minutes to find out.

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I think I saw stroh leave,

but this girl's whole apartment
could be a trap, you know,

set to blow up as soon
as they open the door.

And... come over here,
sir. I need your body cam.

Bend over, bend over.

As you can see,

this girl doesn't
have very much time.

And she's priority
one right now.

- Buzz.
- I have it.

Um... the phone belongs
to an Ella Stewart.

According to her provider,

the address is 620
ardmore in Hollywood,

apartment #1.

If that's monitor's a countdown
for an explosive device,

it's well hidden.

Or the bomb's not here.

Here's the name and
location of our lady in distress.

We should set up a roadblock
around her apartment.

We might catch stroh
in the net. Let's roll.

Not me. I have to wait for
force investigation division.

Don't worry. Um, I got
plenty to keep me occupied.

Provenza: Air 14, redeploy
to 620 ardmore in Hollywood.

Roger that, sir.
All right, partner.

Here we go.
- Okay, moving in.

Tao, about this
countdown clock...

You know, I think it's rigged

to what we call a
dead man's switch.

I found some encrypted
data on this computer

that has directions
where to send that data

once this clock hits zero.

Destination?

Uh, there are two.

One is the FBI and the other,

I think, is major crimes.

[ Sirens wailing ]

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[ Tires squealing ]

Man: And I'm over top of you.

Your roofs behind you are clear.

You're clear to the rear, guys.

Any good ideas how to do this?

Just let's be fast.

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Ella: [ Crying ] Help!

Please, somebody, please help!

[ Crying, whimpering ]

[ Crying ] Help me!

I got you. We got you.

Help me! Don't let me fall!

We got you. We got you.

Please don't let me fall!

Get it off me!

We've breached.
The girl is safe.

Where is Phillip stroh?

Ma'am? Ma'am, did the
man who did this to you

say where he was going?

[ Voice breaking ] Um, he...
He, uh, was talking to Carl,

um, b-but he called him
Dylan, and... and he said, um...

He... he said Carl was dead!

No, no, no. He's fine.

Listen, listen.
He... he sent us.

The man who did this to
you, his name is Phillip stroh.

Now, did you hear his
conversation with Carl?

Y-Yeah, they were...

They were a-arguing
about a money transfer.

Right, okay. And did stroh
say where he was going?

No, but he had a helmet.

Wait, Ella, do you have a car?

Yeah, a-a brand-new red mustang

parked right
behind the building.

Where do you keep your keys?

In... in a... in a wooden
bowl on the dresser.

There's no keys.

13, 12, 11...

Tao, do you think you might
consider getting out of there?

If I leave, f.I.D.
Will take me away

and the stuff here
that we may need.

3, 2, 1...

[ Computer beeping ]

Holy crap!

I was right. The
data is being sent.

Someone go to the
murder board monitor.

Now.

Lieutenant, what
are we looking for?

Something on the home screen.

If you move the
whiteboards out of the way,

I think it'll be there.

Lieutenant?

That's weird. Should I?

Go for it.

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Hi, there, Los Angeles
police department.

Uh, let's dispense with
the small talk, shall we?

In my humble opinion,

your primal dislike
of Phillip stroh

is leading you into
making mistakes.

But if you're
watching this video,

I'm probably pretty
irritated with him myself.

So I'm sending you
a lot of information

that might help you catch him.

Included in these files are

details of Phillip's
more recent crimes,

information like how
we met, why we're here,

where we intend to go.

If I were you, I'd start with
the folder marked "travel."

Here it is!

Goodbye, and good luck.

[ Computer beeping ]

Oh, my gosh.

There's gigabytes of data
here, all these different files.

"Miscellaneous," "business,"
"supplies," "conversations."

There, there. "Travel."

[ Computer beeps ]

It's a reservation
for a private jet

departing at 3:00
P.M. this afternoon.

That's less than
two hours from now.

I am redeploying your team
and s.O.B. To that airport.

Surround it, lock
it down, search it.

Yes, chief Howard?

Provenza. Behind you.

Flynn, no, no, no, you're
not going anywhere.

You want stroh captured, or do
you want this done by any means?

Stroh throws down his weapon,
puts his hands above his head,

the autopsy will show that.

Who else are you
sure will take that shot?

I promised Sharon
that I would do...

I am in charge of this division,

and I say you stay here
and help me coordinate...

Fire me!

Ah, ah! Not one step.

You are here with
me until the bitter end.

- They've almost got him.
- Have they?

Or is he just spreading the
police out as thin as he can?

Hi, Ms. Bechtel. This
is rusty Beck again.

Sorry to keep bothering you.

If you could give me a
call back on this number,

it's concerning the
murder of your father.

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Sir, we have hundreds of
officers searching the airport

and surrounding areas
and eyes all over his jet.

If he is here, then
he is not getting away.

Putting you on speaker phone.

[ Cellphone beeps ]

Howard: We located Ella's
mustang in the parking lot here.

Did you find anything from
the data dump, lieutenant?

- Uh...
- Uh, i-it's hard to say, sir.

Use your words.

Well, there's so much here, sir.

Uh, financial info, travel info,

uh, these large, bulk
purchases on Amazon.

Bulk purchases?

Yeah, mostly canned food,

uh, lots of water,
and a case of vodka.

Go on. Well, the
really weird thing is,

this list from the
"miscellaneous" file,

which looks exactly
like the list of searches

Phillip stroh was
doing online last year,

except some of the names
have been crossed off.

All our accidental deaths...

The suicide, the Gwen bechtels,

Gwendolyn strohs,
Gwendolyn different cities...

But some of the names have
questions marks next to them.

Uh, William Putnam.

Yeah, Ms. Bechtel.

Now, why would he write
that with a question Mark?

Stroh found his mother.

Could Ms. Bechtel be
stroh's stepsister Tammy,

Jim bechtel's daughter?

Well, what interest
would he have in her?

She was married, but
she kept her maiden name,

so that would make
her Ms. Bechtel, right?

And I've been
calling her all day,

and she hasn't
been calling me back.

Mr. Beck, when I want
your opinion, I'll ask for it.

Lieutenant?
- Yes, right.

Tammy bechtel is at
her dad's other house

in the Marina
settling up his affairs.

Um, we are calling her now.

Buzz: Trying her cell.

- Any news?
- Nothing so far, chief,

but if stroh is here,
he is not getting out.

Why would he be
loading up with supplies

if he's hopping on a jet?

[ Whispers ] Nothing.

Chief Mason, could you
spare a couple of officers

to do a safety check
where Tammy is staying?

Lieutenant, take me off speaker.

Uh, yes?

This is a manhunt,

and I am out of personnel.

You get me something
more concrete than

"just to be on the safe side,"

and I'll send someone
to Ms. Bechtel's house.

Honestly, s.O.B. Should
be in control of this operation

from now on.

I'll keep you
informed, lieutenant.

Sir, I can drive
over to the Marina...

No, you cannot go
anywhere without backup.

Now, it's the Marina,
but we think... Marina...

Where the hell do
you think you're going?!

I'm going to check
on Tammy bechtel.

No, you don't have a
security detail anymore.

You leave this building and I
can't answer for your safety.

I'm going, lieutenant,
with or without you.

- No... stop!
- I'm going.

Get... stop him. Stop him!

Uh, just for a minute, buzz,

you're a reserve
detective again.

Follow me.

Come on, let's go!

Yes, sir!

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L.a.p.d.

L.a.p.d.! Is anyone at home?

[ Knocking on door ]

L.a.p.d.!

Okay, buzz, time for you to get
your kicking in the door badge.

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That is the worst kicking
open the door I have ever seen.

Well, next time,
you can do it, sir.

Just clear the room.

Stay there.

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Lieutenant?

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Well...

At least we have a reason
now for kicking open the door.

Oh, damn.

Damn.

No, no, no,
don't call it in yet.

- But the rules say...
- No, no.

We're gonna find
this body after.

After what?

Okay, buzz, tell me.

Stroh couldn't see
me coming, right?

I-I mean, my cellphone
was not hacked.

No. W-Well, but he
would have your number.

You're in everyone's contacts.
- Right, right.

Okay, grab your camera,
turn off your time codes,

and start filming this place.

Yes, sir.

Lieutenant, what is it?

Where are you going?

I'm just going to see

if Tammy bechtel is around
the Marina somewhere.

Just take a look.
I'll be right back.

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[ Gun cocks ]

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[ Floorboards creak ]

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[ Creak ]

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What are you doing?

The lieutenant was
just looking at that photo

above the f... the fireplace.

Oh, my god.

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No, we were... We were
supposed to stay back.

Yeah, but I just
got to go make sure

that the lieutenant
is okay, all right?

- No, you can't...
- Don't worry so much.

You don't have to be with
me every second, Gus, okay?

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[ Cellphone ringing ]

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[ Ringing continues ]

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[ Floorboards creak ]

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I'm unarmed.

You shoot me in the
back, you're a murderer.

That what you want?

What I want

is to spit on your grave.

But I don't like lines.

We should negotiate
my surrender.

Technically, I'm a suspect.

We call them threat actors now.

Turn around, slowly.

Have you ever shot anyone
in cold blood, lieutenant?

Where are the rest of
your friends, by the way?

No one else
wants in on the kill?

They'll be here soon enough.

I told you to turn around.

I worry that once
we're face-to-face...

You'll shoot me.

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You don't want to kill me with
my hands above my head, do you?

Not with so many other
legal options at your disposal.

Damn you.

Why? Why did you have
to throw down the knife?

Okay, i'm...

I'm tossing these to you.

I want you to lean over

and put them on
while I call this in.

You sure?

Once I lower my hands,
you're not gonna shoot me?

I'll shoot you if you don't
and explain myself later.

Hurry. Hurry, before
I change my mind!

If it's any comfort, lieutenant,
you're doing the right thing.

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♪♪

No!

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No!

No.

[ Breathing heavily
] Is he dead?

God, you shot him five times.

What do you think?

Of course he's dead!

Thank god.

Thank god he had
a weapon on him,

otherwise it would've
been murder!

It was self-defense, lieutenant.
He was going for his gun.

- Shut up!
- I only shot him because...

Give me those and
shut up! Shut up.

- I only... I only shot...
- You didn't shoot anyone.

I shot him, do you understand?

I shot Phillip stroh.

Now, I want you
to go to the dock

and wait for me.

Go.

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[ Police radio chatter ]

You guys okay?

Oh, uh... I'm not sure.

I... Can't take it all in.

Yeah. That's exactly
what Brenda said.

Um, is the lieutenant
gonna be in trouble or...?

Well, he shot a person to death,

so f.I.D.'S gonna
investigate him.

Considering he was alone
with an armed psycho,

it was justified.

You hear that? Justified.

♪♪

So, uh, I guess when
we're done here, I...

I go back to my own apartment...

No, not tonight, please.

I think that, um...

Could you... could you
just wait till tomorrow?

I'll stay forever, if
that's what you want.

♪♪

Charter pilot in Burbank
said stroh paid in advance,

but this was definitely
his plan "a" the whole time.

If you hadn't figured it out,

would've been a
hell of a lot worse.

Well... Tell that
to Tammy bechtel.

Uh, yeah.

Before we start the
parade in your honor, sir,

there's something
that I'd like to say.

Even with the promotion, this...

Wasn't an easy decision.

What we did here together,

how we went about it,

made me feel
like I had a family.

And because of this family,

I have a son.

Sykes: Are you
really leaving, Julio?

That's lieutenant
Sanchez to you, Sykes.

You won't have much
occasion to wear these in c.I.,

but congratulations.

♪♪

Thank you, sir.

Tao.
- [ Chuckles ]

Attention!

Order arms.

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Return.

Well, I wouldn't get used to

that big, fancy office,
lieutenant Sanchez.

Tao: Oh, he'll get
used to it, all right.

Goodbye, everybody.

- Goodbye, kiddo.
- Goodbye.

- Goodbye.
- See you later, all right?

- Goodbye.
- You take care, okay?

Keep your sessions
with Dr. Joe going.

You're gonna need them.

- Bye.
- Here's your boy.

Bye, lieutenant.

Good luck, sir.

I'm glad that force
investigation cleared you.

Let's go, son.
- Take care, Julio.

- Bye, Marcus.
- Bye.

This desk, we're gonna
keep for you, Julio,

in case you change your mind.

Actually, if you don't mind,

I'd like to have that desk.

Well, go right ahead.
He'll never know.

[ Laughter ]

I'll move the
rest of my stuff in

after my bereavement
leave is finished.

Mason: Well, you're
gonna need more personnel.

Are you sure you don't have
any other changes to announce?

Uh, right.

Buzz, you will
have tomorrow off,

uh, and the next 18 weeks
to attend the academy.

You will return here as
a probationary detective.

What?

So I don't ever have to listen

to your stories about
reserve training again.

[ Laughter ]

Thank you, lieutenant. Chief?

And he's already
closed his first deal,

isn't that right, Louie?

Yeah, uh, yeah. I mean... Yes.

- With whom?
- Uh, it's me.

As soon as I pass the bar,

I'll be spending
my next five years

as a lawyer in the d.A.'S
office prosecuting criminals.

Sharon would've been very proud.

Yeah...

I wonder.

All right, people.
Great job last week.

Let's get back on it.

Oh, wait, hold on.
Lieutenant, come on.

You have to say something.

That boosts morale, though.

Speech, speech, speech, speech!

Don't encourage him too much.

Yes, short, short speech.

I got to get back to work.

Lieutenant, at the moment,
you are something of a hero.

And a teacher, someone
who never gives up on people.

Flynn: Let's let him talk before

we have to go back
out on a murder case.

Yeah, yeah. Death
keeps us active.

Okay, Sykes, yeah.

I'll, uh, I'll say a
little something.

Thank you.

We've been tested recently
in ways great and small.

But we're working
through our grief

by putting the people
that depend on us first.

No matter what happens,

major crimes won't quit
until we find the bad guys.

And that's how we'll
keep doing things here.

This team...

Flynn...

Tao...

Buzz, morales...

Sykes...

Nolan, hobbs...

Cami...

Fritz...

And chief Mason.

Oh, and I'll...
I'll include you,

since you're
standing right here.

We are part of the greatest
police department in america,

and with the people
standing here...

♪♪

I could go on doing this job...

Forever.

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