The Closer (2005–2012): Season 3, Episode 14 - Next of Kin: Part 1 - full transcript

(GRUNTS)

- Brenda, is something wrong?
- This is ridiculous.

Our real estate agent said
it would help sell the house,

give it a "home for
the holidays" vibe.

- We both know Gary doesn't lie.
- (SCOFFS) Gary.

He hasn't brought us
an offer in three months.

Suddenly, he calls out of the
blue, and we're supposed to hop to,

'cause he has "the" buyer again.

Brenda, if you don't want to
show the house, just say so.

I want to show the house.

I just don't want to waste the whole
day decorating it for one couple.



Is it really so terrible to have
the house feeling a little festive?

I do not like it when I
am ordered to be festive.

Just hand me the damn angel.

Thanks.

(DOORBELL RINGING)

(EXCLAIMS)

- Brenda, be merry.
- I am merry.

Merry, merry,
merry, merry, merry.

Merry Christmas!

Brenda.

- Welcome.
- Come on in.

Oh, baby.

- Oh, no. Please.
- It's all right. You a baseball fan?

Huge. We collect
vintage jerseys.



Is the neighborhood safe?

- Well...
- Oh, no, no, very safe.

In fact, Fritz and Brenda
were just getting ready

- to take a nice stroll. Right, Fritz?
- Right, sorry.

- Well, then...
- See you later.

They're nice.

- Go ahead, have a look around.
- Yeah.

Yeah. It's charming now,
right? Gary doesn't lie.

Or you could just
blow all this out.

(DOOR OPENING)

Yes, Chief. I know exactly
where that is. Thank you.

Sorry, there's been a
robbery and a homicide.

- Well, two homicides.
- Not near here.

Far, far, far, far away.

Not too far.

Thank y'all, nice meeting you.

Hey, wait till you see the kitchen!
Huh? You guys hungry? Come on.

So where's the third guy,
and why do they come...

Damn it.

Boss, here they come.

ROSS: Who called them?
TAYLOR: I got no clue.

I was five brats away

from getting my grandson a photo
with Santa, so this better be good.

- What happened to your hand?
- Oh, my 6-year-old... It's a long story.

Deputy Chief Johnson,
good to see you.

- Chief Pope.
- I want everyone watching to see

that we have this
investigation under control,

so if you'll both just please
nod, like we all agree. Excellent.

Now, Commander Taylor, is this
robbery the work of the same crew

that you've been tracking
since last January?

Looks like the same M.O.

Walk up, ski masks, drive away.

But this firepower, that's not their
style. Seems to have escalated.

POPE: Well, so have I.

Priority Homicide is gonna
take the lead on this case now.

We've been busting our asses
on this investigation for 11 months.

Are you suggesting that 11
months of failure is an argument

for you remaining on the case?

Chief, it would take a lot of time to
bring Priority Homicide up to speed.

Chief Pope, perhaps Commander
Taylor and I could split the investigation.

- I can cover the homicide...
- Excuse me.

Chief Johnson, I appreciate
the good intentions,

but this investigation
covers a lot of ground.

Now, I really want
to be a team player.

- Then be one.
- Chief...

Commander, sometimes being a
team player means sitting on the bench.

- Progress.
- Yes, sir.

- Sorry, Commander...
- Don't. Please.

Gentlemen, with me,
please. This scene is ours.

- Hey, I don't think this is settled.
- I'm afraid it is.

- Excuse me.
- Sorry.

I talked to the Bank Manager. Cash
cargo's extra high at the holidays.

Now, they're still doing
inventory, but the bank estimates

that the suspects drove
off with close to 150 grand.

- Can we trace it?
- No, no dyes.

Now, don't ask me
why, but for some reason,

the policy is to use markers and
dyes after a bank has been robbed.

Oh, for heaven's sakes.

(SIGHS)

Okay, let's get pick-up schedules, dates,
times, routes from TAS Armored Cars.

Why this bank? Why this route?

- Anything on the weapons?
- TAO: Lot of casings.

Probably semiautomatic
pistols. Something uziesque.

Easier to conceal. Powerful
enough to penetrate a vest.

Might be gang-related. They
don't mind shooting people.

Poor bastard. $10
an hour for this.

(BRENDA SIGHS)

PROVENZA: No time
to get his gloves off.

I mean, even if he could get to
his gun, he's got a six-shooter

against guys with
assault weapons.

I mean, we're not the only
ones that are outgunned.

Okay, who wants
to notify the families?

- Ho, ho, ho.
- Thank you, Lieutenant.

Lieutenant Provenza, have TAS provide
us with their employee backgrounds.

Same goes for the bank. See
if anyone has a bumpy past

or knew these guards personally.
These things are usually inside jobs.

Taylor's men have
anything to say?

Mostly stuff I'd
rather not repeat,

except this crew they've
been searching for

used to be a three-person operation.
But today there was only two.

Don't know what they
did with the third guy.

- Witnesses?
- Well, the wounded guard

in the ambulance is Wesley Reed.

And three customers in the parking
lot all pretty much say the same thing.

Two men in boots, jeans, jackets
and ski masks approached the vehicle

while the guards were unloading.

Everyone pretty much hit the
deck when the shots were fired,

and a couple of people said
our bad guys fled the scene

in an old Chevy Astro van.

Okay. Lieutenant Tao, please
compile a list of stolen cars,

A to Z, in the past 12 months.

They must've had a
drop-off car waiting.

(SIREN WAILING)

Wait, wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait, wait!

Can I go home? I really
just want to go home.

They need to get you to the
ER, make sure you're okay.

You got grazed by a bullet.

- I don't have any health insurance.
- Well, don't worry, Wesley.

We'll take care of that.

But first, I need to
know what you saw.

Anything might help.

Arnie and Hayes were
unloading the truck,

and out of nowhere my
windshield gets sprayed.

I heard yelling. It was Arnie
telling me to stay inside,

but I got out and
went for my gun.

Bullets were flying everywhere,
so I dove under the truck for cover,

and then I saw...

I saw Arnie. He...

- Oh, man. Oh, man.
- Okay, okay.

You just rest,
okay? We'll talk later.

Captain, what about Hayes?

TAO: Drop-off was early.

According to the TAS
Armored Car Supervisor,

the truck arrived at the La Brea
branch 12 minutes ahead of schedule.

Late, maybe, but
early? In holiday traffic?

So, the truck was early, but they
were still waiting for it anyway?

The bank's a good choice
because two right turns

and boom, you're on the freeway.

I spoke with the gang task
force, but there's nothing.

Any luck on our getaway van?

Year to date, 12,248 vehicles
have been stolen in LA,

of which 2,472 are vans, of
which 961 are Chevy vans,

- of which...
- Did you find the one we're looking for?

- No, ma'am.
- Okay.

Well, we can't rule out the possibility
that our victims may have been involved.

So we should check out all phone
activity between the TAS guards,

all the phone lines at La
Brea, the personal phones

- and cell phones of the manager and...
- Chief, we get it.

- Dump the phones.
- Right.

Chief, our dead guards
seemed like good guys. No priors.

Arnie leaves behind a
family of five, grandkids.

Hayes is an only child.
Lives with his mother.

He wanted to be a real cop.
Even applied to the Academy.

(EXCLAIMS)

That's...

(SIGHS)

- And what about the driver, Wesley Reed?
- Talked to his boss.

Wesley joined TAS about eight
months ago. He's well-liked, no family.

Company insists they don't
hire anyone with a police record,

and they require all
applicants to take a polygraph.

And Taylor's report says that this crew
has been hitting all security companies,

not just TAS.

Well, they have been hitting
other security companies,

but their last two jobs
have been TAS trucks,

and they've pulled in considerably
more money on those jobs

than the ones they did before.

Their information
must be getting better.

Add today's robbery, and it just...
It ain't a coincidence anymore.

It's a pattern.

They once were a three-man
crew, now they're two.

You know what? I think I'd like to
check with this Wesley Reed again.

Uh... That might
not be so simple.

Wesley was sent down to radiology to
see if the bullet that grazed him hit bone.

- Never showed up.
- Why not? Where did he go? Where?

- It's unclear.
- Well, where does he live?

(SIGHS)

- Any sign of anything?
- FLYNN ON RADIO: Negative.

Commander Taylor was supposed
to post an officer at the hospital.

Well, he says he did,
and he says he was sorry.

Then he went on to explain
how it wasn't his fault.

- Master of the non-apology.
- Yeah.

That's Wesley's apartment. Lieutenant
Flynn, did you see anyone enter

- from the rear of the building?
- Nothing, no.

Let's make progress.

Police!

Freeze!

He's going out back!
He's gone out back!

He's going out back!

FLYNN: Stop! Wesley,
you son of a bitch. Stop!

Don't move!

GABRIEL: Get on the ground!

Get on the ground!

Get on the ground!
Hands behind your back!

- Tell the Chief we got him.
- Okay.

Let's go. Get him up. Get up.

- You broke my frigging hand.
- Who the hell are you?

GABRIEL: No ID found on the boy.

And so far, he's only opened his
mouth to say that he's not talking.

And as for Wesley, his picture is
on every patrolman's dashboard,

- but there's no sign of him.
- Okay.

I do not want a word of this investigation
in the papers, on TV or in a blog.

We cannot let Wesley Reed
know that we are looking for him.

Wherever he is, he must
have turned off his cell phone

and taken the battery out,
'cause we've been pinging it

every 15 minutes and nothing.
Same with credit card activity.

Yeah, and it turns out, Wesley
Boy does have an arrest record.

Now, TAS either missed
it or they just didn't care.

PROVENZA: Well, doesn't
amount to a lot, but still.

Probation for
marijuana possession,

and one drunk and disorderly
a couple years back in Georgia.

- Any family?
- No.

- Does it list known associates?
- No.

What about the getaway
car? The Astro van?

- No.
- What about the airports?

And that is not a
yes or no question.

LAX, Burbank,
Ontario, Long Beach,

none of them has sold a ticket
to a Wesley, Wes, or W. Reed.

- So unless he's got a good fake ID...
- Or he took a bus or a train.

I was just getting ready to
go down to Union Station.

- Really? When?
- See you.

Thank you.

Lieutenant Provenza,
if you could continue

checking through those
phone records, please.

Lieutenant Flynn, if you could
check with the car rental companies,

and then you can get some
help canvassing the bus stations.

The harder it is to find this Wesley
Reed, the more convinced I am

that he's worth
looking for. Thank you.

(DOOR OPENING)

You needed a full
SIS operation for Opie?

We were expecting someone
a little more dangerous.

I'm hoping this boy
will lead us to him.

Well, if we'd staked the
place out a while longer,

maybe Wesley might've come back.

By a while longer, you
mean another 11 months?

- Why do you think this kid's involved?
- Because he ran.

Okay.

I told you that I'd sell your
house, right? Well, Gary doesn't...

- Gary. Please.
- Okay.

Despite your best attempts to
undermine my salesmanship,

I have managed to persuade Brett
and Geoffrey to make you an offer.

(SIGHS)

- Can we talk about this later?
- Oh, no, no, no, no.

Very short conversation. I
tell you the offer, you say yes.

Twenty thousand dollars over
the asking price. Short escrow.

The only catch is, they want you
to include the baseball pyramid.

Fritz's baseball thingy? I
can't ask you to part with that.

For $20,000 over asking,
I would part with you.

Ha, ha.

Look, I cannot make
a decision right now.

- I have an interview.
- Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!

You've been trying to get an
offer like this for three months.

I mean, just think of what you
can do with 20,000 extra dollars.

Just wait in my office, please.

- Wait, wait, wait...
- Gary, Gary. Gary.

She's trying to kill me.

Hey, good job
just standing there.

(DOOR OPENING)

You all right in here? Do
you want something to eat?

No, ma'am, I'm all right.

Well, well, well.

If I hadn't seen you running
down the streets of Los Angeles

with my own eyes, I'd swear
you were a Georgia boy.

Hi, I'm Brenda.

- Hi.
- I miss hearing that accent.

Say something Southern.

- What do you want me to say?
- Oh, I don't know.

Something about
kudzu or a peach tree.

Oh, well, "When in Rome, do
as you done in Milledgeville."

I don't know that
one, but I like it.

That's... It's
Flannery O'Connor.

- The writer.
- Not the NASCAR driver.

Oh, that's funny, Richard.

- It's Grady.
- Right.

BRENDA: Sorry, you remind
me of m y brother, Richard.

Grady. At least we know
his first name's Grady.

It's not as if I don't know
who Flannery O'Connor is.

- I'm just not that familiar with her work.
- That's a shame, she's awesome.

You study her in high
school? I went to Roswell.

Oh, I went to Chamblee.

Oh.

Went?

I graduated last year.

Let's find out where that high
school is, and if he attended.

- Yes, sir.
- What? At 14?

Fifteen. I'm almost 16 now.

Do you spell Chamblee
with an "Sh" or a "Ch"?

Who knows? It's Georgia.

BRENDA: You can't
have been out here long.

You still got that great accent.

Wesley's accent isn't
as strong as yours.

Nah, he moved out here
just after our mom died.

Took some acting classes. He's
gonna be in some commercials, maybe.

I stayed back home in
Georgia with my grandma.

You know, it's funny.

I don't even notice my accent,

but people in Los Angeles
think I sound like a hick.

- I hear you.
- And then I flash them my badge,

and they kind of
change their tune.

I'm a Deputy Chief, Grady,

and I hope to goodness you
haven't done anything wrong.

I need to ask you
some questions.

We found this in your apartment.

- What?
- $8,061.

- Where?
- In your bedroom.

- Is that why you ran, Grady?
- No, no, no, that's not my bedroom.

- I sleep on the pullout.
- So what's Wesley doing

with all this cash? Did your
brother do something bad?

No! No, no, no. That...

That's probably the money he's
saving up for me to go to college.

Do you know two of Wesley's
coworkers were shot and killed yesterday?

- He didn't kill anybody.
- Well, the sooner we talk to your brother,

the sooner we can ensure his
safety, which is what I'm trying to do.

- Do you know where he is?
- I don't know where he went.

But he did go somewhere.

- I guess. I don't know.
- So he just abandoned you?

No, no, Wes wouldn't... He
was... He was scared, okay?

Somebody... Somebody shot at
him, and he was... He was scared,

and called the house and
said that he wasn't safe.

That he had to go away for a
while until everything calmed down.

So, even if we had waited outside
your apartment for another week,

we would not have
encountered your brother?

No, ma 'am.

BRENDA: Did Wesley have any
friends, or people he hung out with

who might know where he went?

I'm... I'm not supposed
to talk about them.

- Why not?
- Wes said he...

He said that... They're fine for him,
'cause he knew how to handle them,

but he...

He said I should stay clear. I'm
not supposed to talk about them.

Well, Wesley wouldn't
have warned you about them

unless he thought
they were dangerous.

There are two separate families
who are planning funerals right now

because of what they did.

We need to find them,
before they hurt anyone else.

Before they hurt you.

These men shot at your
brother, and they almost killed him.

Please, Grady, please.

Tell me their names.

Thumps.

- Thumps and R.J.
- That sounds like nicknames.

- That's what Wes called them.
- Do you know their last names?

Do you know where they live?

- Did you ever see them?
- Maybe.

This one time, my brother was
talking to two people out front.

There was an argument,
and the one, R.J...

Wesley took his job and
he's pretty mad about it.

So, do you think Thumps and R.J.
are the reason that Wesley left town?

- Was he afraid of them?
- I don't know. I guess.

Why didn't you go with him?

Why did Wesley leave
you alone in the apartment

if Wesley didn't
think it wasn't safe?

Well, I wanted to go with him.
I couldn't afford a ticket back.

Ticket back where, Grady?

Did Wesley go home, to Atlanta?

It's okay.

You didn't tell me.

I guessed.

It's okay.

It's okay.

(EXCLAIMS)

Tick-tock, Brenda. I
mean, the offer is only good

- for 24 hours.
- Gary. Shh!

Look, Fritzy, aren't you
just a little bit worried

about selling our home
before we found a new one?

I can get you...

Brenda.

I haven't really had a home for
over a year, so, no, I am not worried.

Not to mention the fact that
we can't afford a new house

till we get the
money from this one.

- I know a mortgage broker!
- Gary! Shh!

- You really want to do this?
- I really do.

Okay, I'll make you a deal.

I promise to sign that offer
right now, if you promise

that you'll go
with me to Atlanta.

Well, sure.

- When?
- Tonight.

You promised.

Hello, Vicky, did you miss
me? Come here, girl. Yeah.

Did you say Vicky? Vicky?

- Vicky, that's her name.
- Welcome to our home.

It's even lovelier than
Brenda described.

CLAY: Well, I'm surprised she
remembers what it looks like.

Been so long since
she paid us a visit.

Well, it can be tough for
Brenda to pull away from work.

Look, I know he belongs
with Children's Services,

but the moment we let
little Grady out of our sight,

the first thing he's going to
do is tell his brother Wesley

that we're looking for him.

I hope we didn't cancel our plans
to spend our holiday in Florida

just so we can listen to our daughter
talk on her cell phone the whole week.

We're just happy
to have our daughter

and our future son-in-law
here for a holiday.

I can't wait to show you off.

- BRENDA: Okay, sure.
- Well, thank you, Willie Ray.

Hang on for just one
second, Sergeant.

Fritzy, why don't you
just take our bags upstairs

and then Mama can
give you the tour. I'm just...

Fritzy?

(CHUCKLING)

Vicky?

Just do whatever you
can to keep the control

- of that boy.
- Right.

Speaking of "control," there's
seems to be some question

as to who exactly is in charge
with you being out of town.

Tell Commander Taylor and that
sawed-off runt, Detective Ross,

to take a pill,

- and stop blaming us for what happened.
- Chief.

We're doing what
Chief Pope told us to do.

And as long as I
have a cell phone,

- I'm in charge of this case.
- Chief, chief.

I should mention that
you're on speakerphone,

and, you know, Commander
Taylor and Detective Runt... Ross,

are honoring us with a visit.

Oh. Happy holidays, gentlemen.

Give my best to
your family, Chief.

- Thank you.
- And if you really want to hold on

to this kid, Grady,
we can keep him busy.

TAYLOR: We can put him in
a room with some mug shots.

Maybe he can ID
this Thumps and R.J.

That is an excellent idea, Commander,
but how long do you really think

that's gonna keep Children's
Services out of our hair?

Long enough for us to come
up with another plan to stall them.

Good. Thank you.
And Sergeant Gabriel,

I'm gonna need Wesley Reed's
grandmother's address, please.

- Actually, Chief, he's not there.
- He's not? How do you know?

Because he's in jail.

Apparently, he had an outstanding
bench warrant back home

for a failure to appear on a
drunk and disorderly charge,

and his grandmother turned him in
to the police the moment he got home.

Wow!

I don't think I've seen
a home quite so...

- festive, Mrs. Johnson.
- Thank you, Fritz.

I always try to make a little
extra effort for the holidays.

Fritzy, we need to go shopping.

- Right now?
- Yes.

Well, if we're going to
the mall, I have to change.

What's the matter
with what you have on?

Well, this was for
going to the airport.

No, no, Mama, you're not coming
with us. We're going shopping for you.

They don't have
stores in Los Angeles?

I mean, why are you wasting
our time together at the mall?

Daddy, it was all so last-minute we
thought we'd do our shopping here.

Come on, Fritzy.

Oh, Daddy, can I
borrow your car?

Hold on, hold on.

- You don't even have a warrant?
- Not in hand.

Lieutenant Tao's working
that out for me, right now.

Shouldn't you wait
until you have it?

I mean, technically, these guys
don't have to give you access

- to Wesley Reed without one.
- I know that, but I'm from here

and I know the local Sheriff's Departments
aren't as hung up on technicalities

as the federal bureaucrats
you're used to dealing with.

They tend to respond to common
sense and common courtesy.

- Well, I think...
- Oh, listen. And if I were you,

I'd keep quiet.

They hear that Yankee accent,
they might just throw us out.

Hello.

I'm Deputy Chief Brenda Leigh Johnson
with the Los Angeles Police Department.

Well, thank God.

Fellas, everything's gonna
be okay. The LAPD is here.

I'm Sheriff Barney Fife.

(CHUCKLING) That's cute.

Anyway, Sheriff Pritchard is it?

I'm so sorry to bother you,
especially during the holiday season.

Oh, I almost forgot.

Merry Christmas. It's
my mama's peanut brittle.

So, you have a gentleman in your
lockup by the name of Wesley Reed.

- Are you asking or telling?
- Telling, I guess.

I'd really like to talk to him.

He's a person of interest
in a double homicide.

And armed robbery. So,
can I talk to him? Please.

Sure. Just you show me a
badge, an ID and a warrant.

Is that really necessary?

Tell the little lady to
come back with a warrant.

Okay, may I please speak
to the person in charge?

Actually, sweetheart,
you already are.

Pardon me. Sheriff, I'm
Special Agent Howard, FBI.

FBI?

I was just up at that training seminar
you guys put on up at Quantico.

- Oh.
- Well, why didn't you say you were FBI?

Well, we usually like to maintain a
low profile in these investigations.

Would you object if I
spoke with Wesley?

- Of course not.
- Thank you.

Why don't you check
on your warrant?

Just step outside, little lady,
and let the men handle this?

Do you want someone
to talk to Wesley Reed

or do you want to strike a
blow for women everywhere?

Go ahead.

- PRITCHARD: To your right.
- FRITZ: Thank you.

So, you're Wesley Reed.

You know, you are
single-handedly responsible

for ruining my Christmas? I was
all set to spend the holidays quietly,

just my fiancée and
me in Los Angeles,

but now I find myself
here, in a jail cell with you.

I'm not on my couch, Wesley.

- Dude, who are you?
- I'm with the FBI. Agent Howard.

FBI?

Well, what are you doing here?

Member FDIC.
That sound familiar?

- You ever wonder what that means?
- No.

Federal Deposit
Insurance Corporation.

And that means, somebody
steals money from a bank,

they're stealing it from
the U.S. government.

Then it automatically
becomes my business.

So, let's talk about
the armored car robbery

you were involved with.

- I wasn't involved.
- You drove the truck.

Well, yeah, I drove the truck,
but I wasn't involved, involved.

So why are you here, Wesley?

I came home to spend
Christmas with my grandma.

You were so anxious to see
her, you walked out of a hospital

in the middle of medical tests.

I was freaked out, man. I've
never been shot at before.

I just wanted to
get out of town.

- How'd you get here so fast?
- Plane.

There's no record of you
on any airlines out of LA.

Drove to Vegas. Flew from there.

That sounds like the actions of a
man running away from something.

Sorry, Agent Howard,
but the interview's over.

I'm gonna need a
few more minutes.

You can talk as long as you
want to, sir, just not in here.

Wesley, someone bailed you out.

- Hi there, Wesley. Remember me?
- What are you doing here?

I'm posting your bail.

Hope you enjoyed your freedom,
'cause you're under arrest. Let's go.

- FRITZ: Eight thousand dollars for bail?
- I only had to put down 10%.

I know how bail works, Brenda,
but if Wesley doesn't make it back

for his hearing,
you'll lose the rest.

- And he has a history of running away.
- Where are you taking me?

Somewhere where I can
ask you a few questions.

I'm not talking to you.
I didn't do anything.

- This is total bullshit.
- Watch your language, young man.

And if you didn't do anything,
why did you hightail it back

across the country
after the robbery?

I already told your FBI
boy I don't know anything.

Now I want my phone call.
I want to talk to my brother.

- As soon as you answer my questions.
- I'm not answering nothing. Got me?

Nothing. Zip. I want
to talk to my brother!

- Not till you answer my questions.
- Forget it. I got nothing to say.

Not a word. Nothing. Nada.

You know, for someone who has
nothing to say, you sure do talk a lot.

- Why don't you just settle down?
- Why don't you just go back

- to working at Hooters?
- Hey, knock it off!

- Hey! Hey! Hey!
- Hey! Hey!

Sit back!

Put your arms up.

- What are you doing?
- Grab his legs, Fritzy.

- Wesley.
- Hey, back! Hey!

Hey!

(GROANS)

- This is my daddy's car.
- Bitch.

You do one more thing to irritate
me, and I'm going to shoot you.

Brenda doesn't lie.

We were shopping at Lenox Square,
and all of a sudden I see this man,

who I recognize as a
fugitive from Los Angeles.

- We've got pictures all over the precinct.
- I wasn't at Lenox Square. I was...

(SHUSHING)

Mr. Johnson, I will make
sure that Brenda gets this man

out of your house first
thing in the morning.

Yes, and I will pay
for the window, Daddy.

And I'm so sorry
about all of this.

No need to apologize,

especially when
you don't mean it.

I'm going to bed.

You two are gonna
sit up, watch him.

Young man, try not to
murder me in my sleep.

Daddy, I really am
sorry, but I had no choice.

I saw him and I...

Brenda, don't make things
worse by telling stories.

Now, your mother and I canceled
plans to go to St. Augustine,

where we were gonna meet up
with your brothers, sisters-in-law,

all your nieces and
nephews. You understand?

Because you said that you were
gonna be home for Christmas.

- But I was coming home.
- But not to see us.

No, you were coming
home to find that boy,

then you're gonna take him back.

You are going back, right?

I was hoping this visit
you'd want to be here,

and not looking to leave as soon
as you unzipped your suitcase.

Oh, Daddy. Please don't be mad.

He's not mad, Brenda
Leigh. Just disappointed.

Maybe you'll find
out yourself one day.

The child who comes
home to visit the least,

is the one you want
to see the most.

We just miss you, is all.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

(MOANING)

Flynn.

Get on a plane to Atlanta. Now.

- What, a plane... I haven't even finished...
- Yes, you have.

I need you on the
next flight to Atlanta.

I need you to transport a
witness back to Los Angeles.

- I cannot leave my family.
- Tonight?

I mean, how about
Tao, or Gabriel?

Lieutenant, what part of "get on
a plane" are you struggling with?

Lieutenant Tao is
getting me my warrant.

Sergeant Gabriel is making sure that
little Grady doesn't end up in foster care.

You and...

You and Lieutenant Provenza have
the most experience with extraditions,

and I purchased the
tickets in your name.

But Chief, I... I hurt my wrist.

Have Lieutenant Provenza carry
the bags. Get on that plane now.

(SIGHING)

- Business class tickets?
- It's the only seats they had available.

- Oh, great.
- I'll run it through LAPD expenses.

Getting money back from a
bureaucracy isn't easy, Brenda.

Well, then I'll pay us back
with our house sale money.

We don't have that money yet.
Will you stop spending it like we do?

Listen, you and I will fly home
with Wesley. You call Flynn back.

No, if we leave now, my
parents are going to think

that the only reason I came
here was to arrest a fugitive.

- That is the only reason.
- It's not the only reason.

Look, Flynn and
Provenza are on their way.

We're gonna stay here for the holidays,
you and me, and Mama and Daddy,

and it's going to be nice!

Will you two please shut
up? I'm trying to sleep.

Oh, good.

You're awake. That'll
give us some time to chat.

You really gonna marry this
woman? It must be for the money.

I guess I could put up with all her crap
if I could live in a nice house like this.

It's time for you to
answer my questions.

- You gonna let me talk to my brother?
- I'm sorry. That's not possible right now.

Oh, this is gonna be a long
night. You get the first shift.

Move your feet.

(SIGHING LOUDLY)

He's in my chair.

(DOORBELL RINGING)

- Better late than never.
- Come on. Get up.

Lieutenant Provenza.
Lieutenant Flynn.

- Welcome to Atlanta.
- Thank you.

I could tell it was your house
from a block away, Willie Ray.

And look at this.

Looks like something out of a
Bing Crosby Christmas special.

Well, thank you, Lieutenant.

Let me fix you boys
something to eat,

- you must be famished.
- No, Mama, they're not hungry

and they're not staying.
They've got a taxi waiting outside.

- Oh, no, no, no.
- Where have you two been?

You were supposed to
be here two hours ago.

We got bumped. Well, I
mean, we sort of volunteered.

I mean, how could we not?

They were offering free tickets
to anyone who'd take a later flight.

- Free tickets with no blackout dates.
- And he hasn't shut up about it since.

- Is this our package?
- Yes, it is. Gentlemen, meet Wesley Reed.

He's got a foul mouth, a bad
temper, and he likes to kick things.

- Y'all have a nice flight.
- Bye.

Keep your hands in your pockets.
I'll cuff you when we're on the plane.

I can't do this. I can't
fly. I'm gonna freak out.

Yeah? Well, you didn't freak out
when you flew here from Vegas.

I'm getting dizzy. I
can't get on that airplane.

Don't worry about it.

If you start to feel sick,
just throw up all over Flynn.

- I'm not getting on that airplane.
- Yeah, you are.

Thank you. Thank you so much.

I have a bomb.

I've got a bomb.

I have a bomb!

PROVENZA: Just
remain calm, don't panic.

This gentleman is in
custody, and he has no bomb.

Hi. Hi, I'm Sergeant
Gabriel. Are you...

- I'm with Children's Services.
- Right.

- I'm here to pick up Grady Reed.
- Grady. Great, okay.

Well, as soon as
we are done with him,

I will personally drive him
down to the foster home.

- Do you have an address for me?
- Sergeant, that's not how it works.

- He needs to come with us now.
- She's right. Kid's got to go.

But you did find a foster home
with some protection, right?

- Excuse me?
- The foster family,

they have automatic
weapons on hand,

and someone who's
comfortable using them?

Grady.

Well, he's got
people looking for him.

Yeah, these... These guys
after Grady, they're bad news.

They killed two men a
couple of days ago with Uzis.

And the family
needs to make sure

that they keep their
weapons away from him.

He's responsible for breaking
one of our lieutenant's arms.

- Violent kid.
- Oh, my God.

Yeah, so, I mean, you have a
family that can handle all that

without any liability issues?

Or, I guess, we could just hold
him in protective custody until you do.

(DOORBELL RINGING)

- We expecting company, Willie Ray?
- No.

Maybe it's carolers!
Come on. Come on.

Brenda.

Brenda.

Come on.

I love carolers.

There are no rental cars available in
the entire Atlanta Metropolitan Region.

There are no vans available, and
even if there were flights available,

we wouldn't be allowed on one,
because we've just been added

to the federal
terrorist "No Fly" list.

I'll be a son-of-a...

Daddy, I swear, this
wasn't supposed to happen.

Doesn't matter if it was or
wasn't supposed to happen.

It did happen.

Now what we gotta do is get
that criminal out of my house

and out of my city.

We were gonna drive
to Florida for Christmas,

and so it's all ready.

- Isn't it beautiful?
- Oh, Mama.

It's always been our dream to retire
and travel this great country in an RV.

I can't say that a fugitive
criminal was part of that dream,

but I suppose that now is as
good a time as any to get started.

- Oh, we can't take your RV.
- Why not?

She's gassed up and ready to
go. Besides that, it's comfortable.

I don't think I can
drive anything this big.

- Don't worry, I'll drive.
- The hell you will.

The only person allowed
to drive my RV is Willie Ray.

Thank you, Fritz.

(SIGHS)

- Are you gonna do anything to help me?
- I am helping.

I'm making sure we
have the proper paperwork

to take our fugitive across
the country. Lieutenant Tao.

I need an update as to whether I
have an arrest warrant for Wesley Reed,

so I don't face charges of
kidnapping when I get home.

And please don't
turn off your cell phone

when I'm in a different
time zone, thank you.

Happy holidays.

Okay, I'm here to help.

Never mind.

(CLEARING THROAT SOFTLY)

Oh, Mama, that's nice.

Sit down, please, at the table.

Don't even think about it.

These are for five days of Jockey shorts,
socks, deodorant, razors, toothbrush...

Thank you.

And here's a receipt for the
stylish clothes he picked out.

And you, listen.

I'm not gonna
handcuff you, okay?

'Cause this RV's gonna be traveling
down the highway at about 60 miles an hour.

So if you jump out, you'll
be doing us all a big favor.

- You got it?
- Happy holidays to you, too, asshole.

Watch your language.

Water bottles?

- In the fridge.
- Okay.

- Vicky?
- At the neighbors.

Perry Como Christmas CD?

Check.

Now, the key to long-distance
travel is organization.

I've made a schedule that will
allow us to get to LA in four days.

If we adhere strictly to it,

we should be able to skip
most of the rush-hour traffic

in the metropolitan areas
that we'll be traveling through.

(SNEEZES)

Now, since this
vehicle only sleeps five,

we'll be stopping at several
high-class RV motels,

where Lieutenant Provenza
and Lieutenant Flynn

will disembark for the
night, and get some shuteye.

(SNEEZES)

Lieutenant Provenza,
what is the matter with you?

It's... It's all this garland stuff
up here. It makes my eyes water.

He's allergic to
Christmas. What a surprise.

All right, holding
up. Moving out.

Clay, I cannot drive safely if
you keep distracting me this way.

Cheese and crackers, Willie Ray!

You know, only one thing
gets me in the holiday spirit...

WILLIE RAY: Well, your Perry Como
CDs didn't just get up and walk away.

They've got to be
here somewhere.

Why don't we all sing some
carols? Wouldn't that be fun?

(SINGING) Oh,
come, all ye faithful

Joyful and triumphant

Oh, come ye, oh, come ye

To Bethlehem

Come on, everybody!

Come and behold him

Born the king of...

Not much traffic today. We're
making awfully good time.

You know what I
keep thinking about?

The old guard that died.
What was his name?

- Arnie, I think.
- Right. Arnie, Arnie, Arnie.

The one who told
Wesley to stay inside

when his friends were
shooting up that armored car.

Did y'all ever talk?

Arnie was a nice older guy.
Had a family that loved him.

Was Arnie ever
rude to you, Wesley?

I wanna speak to my brother.

You're so concerned about your
brother's welfare, why did you run away?

Leave him alone in a city he barely
knew, thousands of miles from home?

You must have felt you
were in danger of some kind.

Please. I'm...

I'm begging you, okay? Just...

Just five minutes
with him on the phone.

He's gonna be freaked
out not hearing from me.

You want to find out what's going
on with Grady, you talk to me first.

Wait.

I need to use the toilet.

Lieutenant.

Come on.

That's as far as I go.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Hello?

- Hello, Chief.
- Am I on speakerphone?

No.

Oh, good. Lieutenant Tao,
do we have our warrant?

Uh, no. But, here's
the good news.

When Wesley Reed was
charged with possession,

he agreed to attend a diversion
program as part of his sentencing,

but he didn't finish it,

so, as soon as you get him back
to California, you can arrest him.

But I still don't have the paperwork I
need to bring him across state lines.

Look, no matter what, don't put
me on the phone with Chief Pope.

If y'all need to call me, just
call me from your cell phones.

Any news on the shooters?

- Shooters.
- Oh.

Yeah, Chief, as... Sorry.

As far as known associates,

nothing's come up yet on
either nickname Grady gave us.

Tell her about that getaway car.

This crew's three
previous robberies,

twice they used an Astro van, and
once they used a Chevy Suburban.

BRENDA: These are not
rare vehicles, Detective.

Well, that's probably
why they use them, Chief.

Ask her about... About
Pope. Ask her about Pope.

Hold on, Sergeant
Gabriel wants to talk to you.

So... What do you
want me to tell Pope?

Well, tell him I'm having
extradition problems,

and I'll call him when
I have some news.

What does Grady say?

Well, Chief, if he knows anything about
our shooters other than their nickname,

he's not telling.

Well, where is he now?

- In your office.
- Put him in m y house, please,

before someone notices
he's not in foster care.

And try and get
him to talk to you.

Chief, Chief. Let
Sanchez have a go at him.

(TOILET FLUSHING)

No.

Take Detective Sanchez with you.

- Chief?
- Yes.

I got water here.
I got water here!

Sergeant Gabriel, let
me call you right back.

Wesley. Wesley, what
are you doing in there?

Open the door this instant.

(GLASS SHATTERING)

- He's breaking the window.
- Clay, I'm pulling off the highway.

Yeah. Pull off the first street
and park as quick as you can.

Okay.

Son, if you hurt my RV, I
may just have to kill you.

Daddy, Daddy, please.

Brenda Leigh, no. I just replaced
that door. You can't kick it in.

I... I'll unlock it. Now
let me go get the key.

Why don't we just
shoot the bastard?

Wesley Reed, open
this door this instant.

He's going out the window,
Chief. He's going out that window.

Wesley!

Get off me. Get off.

Wesley!

So, Clay, what's the good news?

Well. Your little friend there not
only snapped off the foot paddle,

- he also got stuffed his shirt...
- My shirt.

Whoever's shirt, so far down the toilet
that I have to have my dump valve snaked.

I'm calling the plumber and having him
meet us at the first RV motel we come to.

Daddy, I'm so sorry. I'll
pay for everything. I promise.

You bet you will.

In the meantime,
that head is off limits.

Damn it.

- Come on, everybody. Get on.
- Wait... Clay.

You telling me we're gonna go
cross-country with no working toilet?

The pioneers who settled this
country didn't have working toilets,

and they didn't have hundreds of
clean rest stops all along the highway.

We'll manage, Lieutenant.

Yes, ma'am.

Come on. Come on.
Will you knock it off?

What do you think you're doing?

Fritz, would you like to
give me a hand, please?

- I'm not getting back on that thing.
- Oh, yeah?

Hey, help! Help! Help me! These...
These people are trying to kidnap me!

- They're trying to kidnap me...
- Hey, shut up!

- Help me. Somebody call the police.
- Shut up! Shut up!

- Help!
- FBI, ladies and gentlemen. FBI.

Sorry for the interruption.

Listen to me, you delinquent.

I want you to calm down,
get out from under this table,

and get on that RV. Now!

Not until I talk to my brother.

I'm afraid that's not
possible, Wesley.

Why not? Why
can't I speak to him?

I didn't want to have to tell you this,
but on the day that you left Los Angeles,

unidentified assailants broke into the
apartment that you share with Grady

and attacked him.

What are you talking about?

By the time responding
officers arrived on the scene,

Grady, who had been shot
several times, at close range,

with an automatic weapon,
could not be resuscitated.

- You're lying.
- I wish I were.

Where is he? Where
is he right now?

He's at the LA morgue,

pending notification of
next-of-kin for funeral...

I'm his next-of-kin! I am!

I'm his next-of-kin.

I'm sorry about this,
Wesley. I really am.

(SCREAMING)

(SOBBING)

Wesley?

Don't think about
anything else for a second.

Just give me your hand.

Come on.

Chief. Chief, I don't know if
that was such a good idea.

If it gets him to talk, it's an
excellent idea, Lieutenant.

Look, before you get back on the RV, I'd
like you to call Lieutenant Tao, please.

Have him to go back
to Wesley's apartment

and fake a crime scene
depicting Grady's murder.

Thank you.

Where the hell is everybody?

Good evening, Chief
Pope. Commander...

Why are Chief Johnson
and Flynn and Provenza

not back with our suspect? Why?

The DA wouldn't allow
payment on an extradition order

based on Wesley's absence
from a diversion program.

So I faxed Chief
Johnson a waiver,

in which, if the suspect
signs it, it will allow us to...

She expects Wesley Reed to
remand himself into LAPD custody,

while we're investigating
him for felony murder?

And she needs Flynn and
Provenza to help her accomplish that?

There was... You know, there was an
airport problem. And, unfortunately...

Whoa, whoa, Whoa.
Lieutenant Tao.

Are you telling me they are driving
the suspect here? From Atlanta?

You know, they're almost
here. Making really good time.

They're... They're
in Wilcox, Arizona.

Without a warrant?

Get Chief Johnson
on the phone. Now.

Wesley. You haven't eaten
since day-before-yesterday.

Okay, I've got Lieutenants Flynn and
Provenza all squared away in the motel,

and here's the receipt.

Oh, great.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

If you don't want
the fried chicken,

I'll bet we could get you
a hamburger somewhere.

Hello?

I'm sorry, Chief. It's her voice
mail. I'll just leave her a message.

Perhaps she already received the waiver
and she's just gonna call to confirm.

I've got the waiver in my hand.

Though how I'm ever gonna to get Wesley
to sign it when he won't even talk to me,

I do not know.

(SIGHS)

Are you standing
right next to Pope?

Hello, Chief, this is Lieutenant Tao,
and Chief Pope would like me to tell you...

- Give me the phone.
- Chief Pope will tell you himself.

Freeze. Freeze.

Chief Johnson, when I put you
in charge of this investigation,

it was to stop a gang that
uses automatic weapons

from striking another armored
car and killing more people.

Here. In LA.

If you're not back here
by tomorrow afternoon,

Taylor is taking
over the case again.

And you'd better have a warrant
or extradition papers for this Wesley,

because I don't want him
getting off on murder charges

because you don't have
your paperwork in order.

Unfreeze. Thank you.

Look, Daddy.

We're gonna have to get back to Los
Angeles by late tomorrow afternoon.

That means we're all gonna
have to leave really, really early.

I'm... I'm so sorry.

You know, if you don't
mind me sticking my nose in,

I've been thinking about the problem
you and your mother have been having.

I've come up with a
two-bird, one-stone solution.

Over 21?

Wesley, you know what?

I think you're still in
a little bit of shock.

And what you may need to get
your appetite back is a good stiff drink.

Or two.

Now you take it on the
rocks or straight up, son?

You got any Coke?

Coke? Now, son, that's premium
bourbon. You don't put soda into that.

I drink it with Coke.

Daddy, get the Coke.

Doesn't seem right, though.

You know Wesley has a
drug and alcohol problem.

And his friends are
killing people with Uzis.

Would you rather see Wesley hung
over or more dead guards on the news?

Pick your poison.

Well, the kid's going into
lifetime rehab, anyways.

Thanks.

Second drink comes when
your dinner plate is half-empty.

So you told us a few days ago that
your brother's friend, R.J., was irritated

when Wesley got
hired by TAS, right?

Yeah. He didn't
think it was fair.

So I went through all the
employment applications to TAS

from the same time
your brother was hired.

And I found a guy named
Randall Jackson Gibson.

Now, TAS turned Randall down after
speaking with a previous employer,

the owner of a
used car dealership.

And he that said that while
Randall was working for him,

several of his vehicles went
missing, including an Astro van.

And that's one of the getaway vehicles
the gang who shot at your brother uses.

So you gotta look at
these photos, okay?

- And, if you could identify R.J. for us...
- Wait, well... What about Thumps?

Well, they roll together,
R.J. and Thumps.

- We find one...
- Look, Grady. Grady,

these guys are going
to kill your brother.

And if we let you go, guess what?
They're gonna be waiting for you.

So here's the deal. I got
a bunch of photos here,

and one of these is R.J.

So you need to pick
him out! Right now!

Or I am going to drive
you to Family Services,

where they will place you
in foster care, and bang!

We'll send flowers
to your funeral.

You... You said... You said
I was a material witness.

You said that I
had to be protected.

Yeah, well, you're not a witness
if you did not see anything!

So if you cannot identify R.J.,
we got no reason to protect you!

You swear this helps my brother?

On your honor?

On my honor.

Four.

- Now, are you sure?
- It's four.

I went to this guy's apartment. He
wasn't there. No forwarding address.

So I've picked him out,
and you can't even find him.

Trust me. I'll find
him. On my honor.

WESLEY: Hey.

How about a roadie?

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Hey, Brenda?

On one condition.

I need to get some fresh air.

What's his problem?

Just a little tired, I guess.

- So you want that drink or not?
- Yeah.

I need you to look
at a picture, first.

A witness identified this
man as one of the two people

fleeing from your apartment on
the night that Grady was murdered.

Randall Jackson Gibson.

Wesley, I need you to help me find
the guys who murdered your brother.

And you can help me. I know it.

No one was supposed to get
hurt. They... They promised.

They were just...

Just supposed to shoot
across my windshield.

But then I saw Arnie get hit.

And I saw him fall and I...

You got out of the car.

- You broke with the plan.
- I yelled at them to stop it.

And then they
fired at me. Then I...

I didn't know what to do.

I was so scared that
I left Grady behind.

I left him behind because I
was too scared to go home.

I ran out on my little brother. I
ran out on him. I ran out on him.

So... So, Randall
Jackson is your friend.

And... And the other guy...

Thumps.

Jimmy Grissom.

He and R.J. are meth heads.

And, well, I stopped
using when I got Grady.

I went to Atlanta and took him to
LA, because my stupid grandmother...

Do you know how
lucky you are? Huh?

- Do you have any idea?
- Lucky?

You think everybody grows up
in a family with a mom and a dad

who can take care of them?

Because they don't.

Well, my daddy, he dropped me and
Grady off at Gran's when I was nine.

And he never came back.

And my mother was an
addict and finally OD'd last year.

So I took Grady from Gran because
someone had to look after him.

Why did they have
to hurt him? Why?

Maybe they were mad at
you, 'cause you ran away.

Y'all were supposed
to be partners.

You even joined TAS so you could find out
where the big hauls were. Isn't that right?

Hey, you know what?

I liked it there.

Arnie, he's my friend.

He used to have
us over for dinner.

And then...

Hayes took me and Grady to
a professional baseball game.

Dodgers.

And they have fireworks, and
Grady said it was the best night of...

Where are R.J. and Thumps?

I don't know.

- But you were in contact with them.
- Not once I got the job at TAS.

We used... They
used to send me...

What is it? Disposable
phone. In the mail.

And call me, and I gave
them route information.

And when I was done with
it, I threw the phone away.

We weren't even supposed
to meet up until our next job.

There's gonna be
another robbery?

- Christmas Eve.
- Where?

I could find out where.

I know R.J.'s girlfriend.
Not her name, but her face.

And I know where she hangs out.

All right, Wesley.

In order to set up a
deal for you with the DA,

I'm gonna need you to
sign this extradition waiver.

And then, if you can help
us find R.J. and Thumps,

maybe some good
will come out of all this.

Yeah.

Like maybe they get
their heads blown off.

Thank you, Wesley.

- You know, when all this is over...
- It's over already, Brenda.

It was over the
day-before-yesterday.

No thanks.

It's not helping anymore.

- Welcome back, Chief.
- Hey, Chief.

- Detective, Lieutenant.
- Are your parents with you?

They are just about to park the RV in
front of my house in about 25 minutes.

- What's happening here?
- TAO: Robbery/Homicide Division

is still staking out likely target banks
based on Wesley's scheduled route.

And we cued up the crime
scene video you asked for.

Wonderful. Thank you.

All right. Okay, Wesley. Come on.
There's something you need to see.

You have a Deputy DA coming
in and a lawyer for Wesley?

They're in an
interview room together.

And Chief Pope wants to see you
upstairs as soon as you're done.

- Okay.
- Chief, you got the boy's confession.

I think he would be
even more cooperative

if he knew that his
little brother was alive.

That's a gamble, Lieutenant.

Okay, Wesley. You
really wanna see this?

Okay, Buzz.

Buzz, in here.

BUZZ: You have to
identify yourself for the court.

Oh, sorry.

Hello. Lieutenant Michael
Tao, Priority Homicide.

We believe the
struggle began in here

when the assailants discovered
our victim hiding underneath this bed.

We also feel that when the
information was extracted,

someone or somebody
took something out of here.

Go to Julio...
Detective Sanchez.

Detective Julio Sanchez.

We think this blood came
from our victim 's scalp

when his head
struck the wall here.

The victim suffered multiple
gunshot wounds here, here and here.

Contusions, lacerations
and abrasions.

The victim was found
duct-taped to this chair.

Get that side.

For now that's it, Buzz. Thanks.

What do you want me to do?

Last night, Wesley Reed signed a waiver
allowing us to transfer him from Georgia

to the custody of the LAPD.

He's been read his rights
in front of a public defender,

repeated his confession
and made a deal with the DA

to turn state's evidence
against our shooters.

In return for leniency, Wesley's
agreed to wear a wire and a camera

and make an attempt to locate
Randall Jackson Gibson, aka R.J.,

and James Grissom, aka
Thumps, before their next robbery,

which he believes will
happen sometime tomorrow.

Great work. You
got a confession.

And, now we have everything we
need to put these other two guys away

once we find them.

I have SIS units coordinating
with Robbery/Homicide

all along Wesley's route.

Of course, the armored cars
won't have any cash on them,

and they'll be covered by nearly
an entire division of police officers.

In order to enlist
his cooperation,

I told Wesley that R.J. and
Thumps murdered his little brother.

So I feel responsible for...

Sending Wesley back out on the street is
a condition of his agreement with the DA,

so it's not your problem.

Set up the wire on Wesley

and turn him over to Commander
Taylor and Detective Ross,

and enjoy what's left of your
holiday while they mop up.

And so afterward, you'll let Wesley and
Grady meet for an hour on Christmas Day?

Look, Wesley made a deal, but if
he hadn't turned state's evidence,

he'd be looking at the death
penalty, which I think he deserves.

Please don't tell me
you're feeling some sort of

misplaced holiday
compassion here.

- Because to me, this kid's a killer.
- And I treated him like one.

But for the sake of his
little brother, I think...

I see no problem with
a Christmas visit, Chief.

If you wanna bring a teenage boy to
County jail on Christmas Day, okay.

Thank you, Commander.

(STAMMERING)
Wait a minute. Chief.

We spent days with Wesley.

I mean, we've established
a relationship with him.

I don't think it's a good idea to
hand him off to complete strangers...

Excuse me, Lieutenant,
Chief Pope is right.

This is a tactical
operation now,

for which SIS and Robbery/Homicide
are much more suited than we are.

Excuse us, gentlemen.

Well, that was a lot easier
than I thought it would be.

Yeah, I wonder why.

Okay.

FLYNN: That wire's
not a homing device.

You don't let Detective Ross
know where you are, he'll lose you.

ROSS: If you think you're
about to get in trouble,

just tell me where you
are, I'll come running.

Otherwise, I'm gonna try and
stay about half a mile away.

We don't want to make
your friends nervous.

The video camera is in this
button. It doesn't broadcast live.

We download it when
you give it back to us.

Which means I got no
picture of what's going on.

So keep talking.

Let me do a sound check.

Where's Brenda?

ROSS: She's not participating
in this phase of the investigation.

Well, but, like, isn't she even
going to come in and say good-bye?

FLYNN: Look, it doesn't matter.

You're only going to be out
on the street until tomorrow.

Then you're gonna return
here and turn yourself in.

You can see her then.

Oh. Okay.

- Tell her I said so long.
- All right.

Let me get our end of
things and I'll be right back.

- Anything else?
- No. Thank you.

Just... Just try to make
sure he doesn't get hurt.

- Do my best.
- Thank you.

Just in case we miss each
other, merry Christmas, Lieutenant.

For real.

Yeah? Okay.

Merry Christmas. And
remember this, Wesley.

You run off, this
whole deal goes away.

And then you're gonna be facing
two charges of felony murder

in the first degree.

You got it?

All right, let's go.

We have the transmitters
embedded in his shoes?

Yes, but I don't
wanna oversell it, Chief.

We have longitude and latitude in about
a 100-yard radius in which to track him.

But precise, it is not.

Well, it's in
Taylor's hands now.

And if the Commander drops the ball,
we've got another chance to pick it up.

(SHUSHING)

Hi, Sergeant.

Welcome back, Chief.

Where is everybody?

Fritz went to bed. Your
father's asleep in the RV.

And Sergeant Gabriel had
to watch over Grady here,

who your father and I
were very surprised to meet.

Anyway, I stayed with the Sergeant to
keep him company until you came home.

I'm gonna step out on the
porch for a minute, okay?

If you need me, just call me.

Thanks.

I know what you're
thinking, Mama.

But I had to lie about Grady being dead,
so that Wesley would tell me the truth.

That's my job.

And you had to lie to
your father and me, too?

We drove all the way
across the country

feeling just horrible about
the murder of a young boy

who is fast asleep on your sofa.

If I had told you and Daddy the truth,
you would have treated Wesley differently.

And then he might have
figured out that I was lying to him.

And then he wouldn't
have confessed.

And I'm sorry if
your feelings got hurt,

but what I did will help bring
two murderers in off the streets.

And that has to be
worth something.

Worth? Worth putting Wesley
through four days of hell?

Making him feel responsible
for the death of the one person

he loved more than
anyone else in the world.

You feel so sorry for Wesley?

What about these two men?
Arnie Gillon and Jimmy Hayes.

Two families who's gonna
have an empty seat at the table

for Christmas dinner this year
because of what Wesley did.

Talk to the Gillons.
Or Jimmy's mom.

See how they feel about
how awful I was to Wesley.

(GABRIEL CLEARING THROAT)

Excuse me, Chief.

Speaking of Wesley, he
apparently just dumped his wire.

Ross lost him.

I want two squad cars
outside of this house right now

and someone from SIS.

And as soon as they get here, I want you
to come back to the Murder Room, okay?

Thank you. Mama,

I feel terrible about how
I had to treat Wesley.

But just know, if I had
to do it all over again,

I wouldn't change a thing.

Hey, Brenda.

I watched that crime scene tape
you showed me and you know what?

It showed how R. J.
And Thumps broke in

and how they killed Grady
looking for the money.

Here's the thing.

R. J. and Thumps knew
where m y money was all along,

just like I knew
where they kept theirs.

So they wouldn't have
needed to kill Grady.

So that means, I
reckon Grady's still alive.

Now, unfortunately,
that means that

Grady's the one who told
you who R. J. and Thumps are.

Well, they're gonna figure that
out, too, when you catch them.

They're not gonna like it, either.
See? This time, I'm not running a way.

And if things don't
work out for me,

look after my little
brother, will you?

And...

And thanks to your mom and
dad for being so nice to me and all.

I hope you get
this message here.

Oka y, gotta run.

How'd we find the wire?

Wesley called it in
himself three hours ago.

Told us where to look.
Sanchez picked it up.

And after we downloaded the
camera, I thought you should see this.

TAYLOR: What are
we looking at now?

Coastal Pacific Savings. Two
blocks from the Santa Ana Freeway.

He left the camera right
across the street from it.

That's... That's not one of
the banks we're covering.

It wasn't on Wesley's route.

Well, it was on Arnie Gillon's. And
there's about $400,000 on board.

Robbery/Homicide is leading
eight-man teams at four other banks,

SIS is fully deployed,

and nobody is in the
right place. Are you sure?

In addition to the wire that
we put on for Detective Ross,

we also embedded
transmitters in Wesley's shoes.

The GPS can't get a precise location,
but we've been tracking him all night long.

First of all, he must
have obtained a vehicle,

then he drove into the
Park La Brea apartments.

He may be looking
for R.J. and Thumps.

Or maybe going to
pick up a stash gun.

But then he did something strange.
He went back to Coastal Pacific.

The bank where he dropped
the wire. That wasn't an accident.

I have undercover officers
looking for him right now, but...

Wesley has a radius of more
than 100 yards in which to hide.

You put transmitters on this kid
before you handed him off to Ross.

So you obviously suspected
he might do something like this.

You had your doubts
about the confession.

No. The confession was good. It
had gaps. I was just covering our bases.

Look, sir. If Wesley wanted to
deal with Thumps and R.J. himself

and save us the
time and the energy...

That was not my
strategy, Commander.

I was providing emergency
backup in case it was needed.

And obviously it is.

Look, have your team
vest-up and get to this bank.

POPE: Put your best shot
on the roof and out of sight.

Have him prepared
to take out these killers

the moment they
draw their weapons.

BRENDA: Any change
in Wesley's whereabouts?

TAO: No movement, Chief.

But I do see an Astro van.

Here comes Provenza.

POPE: Look around the target area,
but as inconspicuously as possible.

If R. J. and Thumps do
intend to rob the place,

we don't want to tip
them off that we're there.

Thank you.

POPE: Inform the bank, so
that customers are not let out

during the period right before
and after the truck unloads.

I don't want any more
innocent people shot.

Search the area for Wesley.

If he's not moving, he has to
be hiding somewhere. Find him.

Get right on top of anybody
who seems vulnerable.

Don't leave anyone in
the open unprotected.

Sanchez is in position.

All right. Car's coming
towards us. Chief, this is it.

BRENDA: We wanna
catch them in the act.

We don't want a gunfight
if it can be avoided.

Let's take them down, with
as little mess as possible.

Okay.

BRENDA: Wait for it.

Wait for it.

MASKED MAN 1: Get on the
floor! MASKED MAN 2: On the floor!

MASKED MAN 1: Get on the floor!
MASKED MAN 2: Get on your back!

MASKED MAN 1: Get on the ground!
MASKED MAN 2: Get on the ground!

Wesley.

Wesley, drop your gun.
Drop your gun, right now.

- PROVENZA: Drop your weapon!
- Step away from the car.

FLYNN: Wesley,
on the ground, now!

PROVENZA: Drop your weapon,
man! FLYNN: On the ground, now!

Wesley.

- FLYNN: Drop your weapon!
- Holster your gun!

GABRIEL: LAPD! Drop your
weapon! FLYNN: Drop your gun!

PROVENZA: LAPD!
FLYNN: Drop your weapon!

PROVENZA: Put your
weapons on the ground, now!

Now!

BRENDA: God.

(BRENDA PANTING)

Well, your pants may
need taking up a little.

It's all so much, these... These
presents. I don't know if I can keep it.

Well, Brenda and I made some
extra money selling the bungalow,

and she was afraid we might
have a little left over, so...

Well, when I see Wes
again, I'll be sure to ask him

if it's okay if I
keep everything.

I know he's doing
important work for the police,

but do you think, maybe,
he'll call me today?

Wes?

That's something you'll have
to talk to Brenda Leigh about.

- Oh, Brenda!
- Grady. Grady.

Ask her at the restaurant.
Right now we gotta get going.

Reservation's at 1:00.

I can't believe I won't be
cooking Christmas dinner.

Brenda! Come on!

Oh, do you think this fancy beach
hotel would mind valeting an RV?

I would love to see them valet
the RV, Willie Ray. Let's take it.

Brenda! Come on!

Y'all are being too
nice. You know?

Wesley, he must be a...

Must be some
kind of hero, right?

In his own way, yes.

And I think now, for
the rest of the day,

we should all concentrate
on having a merry Christmas.

All right?

I'll talk to her.

(SIGHS)

Brenda.

I'm... I'm not quite ready, okay?
I just... I just need one minute.

If you don't pull it all together,
Grady's gonna think something's wrong.

Something is wrong, Daddy.

I have to tell that boy,
tomorrow, that his brother's dead.

No, you do not.

You're gonna tell him that Wesley's
working with the police, undercover,

until the kid gets
used to not seeing him.

How much longer do you think
Grady's gonna believe that?

You told your mother you
were a professional liar.

I think you could figure something
out to tell him. Make him believe it.

You...

You have a tough job.

You have to make hard decisions.

But, I guess if I would trust
anybody with making hard decisions,

it'd be my little girl.

I try to do what's right.

I do, to the very
best of my ability.

(SIGHS)

When you're packing up this
place tomorrow, we'll part company.

Your mother and I want
to take Grady with us.

We'll tell him it's a witness protection
program or something like that.

Wesley was right.

He told me to say thank
you to my mom and my dad.

He also told me how lucky
I am to have you, and I am.

I am so lucky.

Are you sure you
wanna do this, Daddy?

With Grady?

He's a Georgia boy,
and he's a minor.

We don't want him
ending up like his brother.

So, yes, we're sure.

Now then, I want you to put a smile
on your face and spring in your step.

It's a holiday, damn it.

Oh, and...

When you get to that RV, there better
be some Perry Como CDs somewhere.

You're not the only one that's having a
hard time getting in the Christmas spirit.

We'll meet you out front.

(SIGHS)

English -SDH