You heard shots fired, yes?
- I did. - You ran?
- Yeah. - Go on.
It was like in the report.
Syd, Detective Burnett, identified herself.
Asked the suspect to drop her weapon.
She refused, it was straight by the book.
And you learned all this as you arrived on the scene?
- Yes. - To the best of your knowledge,
was there anything that Detective Burnett did
that might've seemed out of order or perhaps...
Odd?
Not at all.
Straight by the book.
Good.
She provided all the details to you?
I'm sorry, you mind speaking your responses for the record?
Yes, she gave me all the details.
Shut up.
Good, good.
Thank you.
I guess I have to ask if there's anything
about Detective Burnett's recollection
that might have given you pause?
- Given me what? - Did you question what she said?
- I don't know what you mean. - Maybe this will help.
The ballistic report suggests
that there were four shots fired.
Yeah, so?
A bit excessive, no?
- That didn't strike you as perhaps odd? - Not at all.
Even when looked at through the prism
of Detective Burnett's issue with Beverly Gamble.
Like I said, it didn't seem odd to me.
Good... Good.
- Wasn't even like that. - Wasn't like what?
Lieutenant, have you actually ever been in a shooting?
Several.
I was shot on two occasions,
and one of them almost ended my life.
Then you would know that the four shots fired
took five to eight seconds,
which means that Syd didn't wait in between
to see if the next shot was justified.
When Beverly stopped, Syd stopped firing.
By the book, just like we were trained.
Good, good.
And stop saying "good" when you don't mean "good."
What is it you think I mean?
My job is to find the truth.
I get your statements,
gather information, and come to a conclusion.
If you're not lying to me,
it's all good.
"It's all good"?
Okay, then let me make it simple for you.
All right?
There will be no inconsistencies.
And there are no issues.
It was a righteous kill.
Very good, then.
How was it?
Fine.
I've been through these routine interviews a dozen times.
There was nothing routine about this.
He knows something.
Baines, you got to relax, okay?
Stick to the story, I got you.
I know you got me.
It's Emma that I'm worried about.
If she cracks,
we're both done.
I told you, she's not gonna crack.
No, you told me a lot of things.
And they all better be right, because I'm not about
to lose my job if you're wrong.
You're not gonna lose your job... Baines.
Hey, Dad?
Two of your staffers are here.
They said that you aren't responding to calls or anything.
Okay, since when are we locking doors?
Iz, I'm just
I'm still out of it and I just don't want to get anyone sick, okay?
Okay, that's great, but that can't be
the reason that you're not responding to texts.
Hey, if you're that sick, you need to see a doctor.
No, I will, I-I... I will.
Just... Tell 'em I'm sorry, all right?
You're kind of scaring me.
I just don't understand why you won't let me in.
I don't mean to scare you, hon.
I don't, I, um...
Tell them I'm gonna start returning their texts.
Yeah.
You've seen the polls?
I have.
You realize if Vivian Kim wins,
the permits we need go away.
The construction stops
and we can kiss our entire project goodbye.
She's not gonna win, all right?
It's a bump in the road.
She's meeting with your bestie Ricky Leon today.
Well, we have so many programs
that we would love to talk with you about.
My constituents, they see you as a leader.
- And I agree... - Ms. Kim, I don't think you understand.
I don't need you to get me up to speed on what you're about.
I'm endorsing you tomorrow.
He's going to endorse her, Malcolm.
Now, understandably you're upset...
You sold yourself as the man who could deliver
"the property, the permits and the pride"
of K-town.
Forgive my skepticism, Mr. Leon, but...
You can call me Ricky.
Ricky...
In my line of work,
these relationships don't form so easily.
Or cheap.
Now my plan is in motion.
Vivian Kim will not win this election.
And you're right, there is something I want.
One day someone in a fancy suit is gonna come try
to put money in your pocket
so they can invest in Korea town.
They're gonna want to knock it down and rebuild it.
When that day comes, I want you to make me a promise.
You'll give me a chance to match the offer.
So I can keep Korea town the way it is.
Stop the car!
Clean up your mess, understood?
Get out.
I know you said you just wanted coffee,
but you got to smell these muffins.
What is that, nutmeg?
- Cinnamon. - Is this from the place...
- The place down the street, yeah. - They're so good.
Do you want one?
You think I'm gonna start talking
'cause you brought muffins?
No, I mean, sometimes a muffin's just a muffin.
I mean, it's morning.
- He was just being nice. - It's gluten-free.
You are arrested
for attempted murder, Sergeant.
And accomplice to murder before the fact.
- Multiple murders. - Conspiracy, too.
Obstructor of justice.
It's a long list, endless.
Not to mention over a dozen people who were killed in Korea town.
I can connect you to the perpetrators.
And he put veterans in harm's way.
And tried to kill me.
I mean, you're gonna have to explain to your kids why Bottoms Up Bob
is their new step mom.
Is this the part where he tells us that we have no idea
who we're dealing with?
No, this is his last chance to try
and get one less day than life.
Yeah.
Okay.
Based on what we found in Ingram's office,
there's less than 24 hours
before another attack, and we've got nothing.
You want me to take another run at him?
No, if he was gonna cooperate,
he would have done it by now.
All right, I'll see if, tech was able
- to break the encryption on his phone. - Okay.
How was IA?
Swell.
"Swell"?
What kind of sick asshole do you have to be to recruit
traumatized veterans and prey upon their issues?
Gaping.
What?
Yeah, um, hey, I actually got something.
Were you just standing there like a creep the whole time?
Yeah, I mean, not like in a, a creepy...
And you are?
Um, I'm-I'm Joe Killinger?
- Is that a question or a statement? - S-Statement.
Um, I'm-I'm the new tech guy here.
Did we need a new tech guy?
Well, that depends on if he was able to get into.
- Ingram's phone or not. - Yes.
- Yeah? - Yes, um...
- Spaceman Spliff. - The video game?
Um, well, first of all,
it's way more than just, like, a video game,
but I'm gonna let that one go,
um, and-and you got to read the messenger app inside.
"FriendshiplsMagic"?
Yeah, Ingram's been chatting with Friendship Bro for a few weeks now.
- About? - I mean, you got to keep reading.
"I'm interested in buying your unicorn horn"?
That is the worst pickup line ever.
No, but it's how he describes the horn.
Ooh, please do not make me go to sensitivity training again.
"A thousand-yard range, NV scope."
- It's a sniper rifle. - Yep.
It's not uncommon for messenger apps
like these to be used as, like, um,
a platform for arms dealers doing business.
Well, can you trace this guy's address?
You mean, like, like, back trace an IP address
and then translate it into, like, a, a real-world location?
- Yeah. - No, without a warrant
that's wildly illegal, and I mean, there's...
There's not enough.
To get a warrant, right.
- We can call Fletcher? - Earmuffs.
I'll call him from the road.
All right.
You know, if that rifle
that Ingram was looking for is actually in that house,
we're gonna owe Fletcher big-time.
Tracking down Friendship Bro was a huge ask.
I agree.
You should take him dinner.
What? Me?
Yeah, I mean, you know, now that you're single and all.
No-no-no, Fletcher is your special pervy friend.
Not mine.
All right, guys, look, we have no idea
how many guns are inside or who's toting 'em.
We go in on my say, we go in hard.
Come on!
Please!
LAPD!
Aah!
Come on, I'm begging you.
I'm begging, please don't do it.
Don't kill me, don't kill me!
No, don't kill me!
Holy shit!
Yo, which one of you dickheads just swatted me?
Jim Rafferty?
Yeah?
Are you FriendshiplsMagic?
FriendshiplsMagicBro.
Where's our guy?
No way.
This is a joke, right?
What's a joke?
That outfit, for one.
You ever heard of a brony?
You know, the first thing that comes to mind
when I think arms dealer
is, not this.
What? Ar-Arms dealer?
No.
No, no, you're not pinning that on me.
Are these your text messages?
Well... Technically.
And, are they about guns?
Yeah, but, like, I'm not... I'm not dealing nothing.
I mean, I-I don't own the merch.
I don't have the merch.
I just simply act as a mere conduit.
I'm a broker. A matchmaker.
- Fancy way of saying dealer. - Yep.
I just bring people together.
So, the guy in that chat.
He was interested in buying a sniper rifle.
Yeah. He's one of my Gold Dust Twins.
Did you say Gold Dust Twin?
Yeah. Rafferty and the Gold Dust Twins?
What in the unicorn? I-Is this guy for real?
Look, okay, each time I set folks up, I make it real simple.
Okay? You pay me a fee, and I tell you where to be,
what to bring, and how to find the other person.
And sometimes I make 'em dress up
like my favorite cartoon character.
Shout-out, Pinkie Pie. And other times,
I make them wear onesies like this one.
No matter what, it is always the only way
for each side to identify each other.
And tonight is going to be,
if I do say so myself, pure genius.
- Please, Jesus, get to the point. - Tonight,
I am paying tribute to the greatest movie of the past century.
Let me guess. Rafferty and the Gold Dust Twins.
And the Gold Dust Twins! Yeah, dude! Yeah, bro.
Dude, I think you might be my favorite.
Okay. So, like, if the buyer or the seller,
if they're serious about making a deal,
you just have to invest in matching
gold and diamond bracelets that look like this.
Hence the Gold Dust Twins.
Yes.
- When are they gonna meet up? - Tonight.
- Downtown. There's a rave. - Where?
Where? They don't text out the location of the rave till,
like, the minute that it's on.
Shit.
You know, my mom is home. Um...
- You guys need to leave. - I want to meet his mom.
Like I'm serious, you guys need to leave.
I'm not supposed to have girls in my room.
Fantastic, 'cause where you're going, my friend
there are no girls.
No, whoa, whoa, whoa!
- You're under arrest, pal. - No, hey! No. Hey, but hey! Come on.
- Grab his phone. - I-I I'm like cooperating.
Jim! What the hell did you do
- to my front door? - Shit. Actually, no, like... arrest me.
All right, come on.
Here you go.
I know I have, sugar somewhere around here.
It's fine, really.
You sure?
Why am I here?
The truth is, the other night
I'm just trying to make sense of it,
and I was hoping you could help.
I don't know how you carry yourself outside of work,
- but that was a bit much. - Wait, Charlotte.
D-Did I do something?
Please, if I owe you an apology, I...
No. You were just super drunk.
I only had a sip of a drink.
I want to believe you.
But I was relieved to see your friend help you out
and spare you from the embarrassment.
Friend? What friend?
Short guy. Dark hair and a beard.
Yeah, I know who you're talking about.
Thank you.
- Syd, hey. - Emma.
- What are you doing here? - I just gave Lieutenant Davis
a statement about what happened.
Are you all right?
Yeah.
I don't know.
I-I can't sleep.
Every time I close my eyes, I think of that day.
I do, too.
I feel bad.
I told them what you did.
Good.
Emma, you did the right thing.
Deep down inside,
you know you did the right thing.
Okay, it-it may take a while,
but you will sleep again,
and you'll move on.
Let everything settle down,
and... You'll see.
I promise.
Okay.
You're gonna be all right.
Son of a bitch.
Wow. Skip the foreplay much?
Laugh it up. I tried playing nice,
but you had to push me?
Is it just me, or is this a dyslexic case of déjà vu?
You're going back to prison.
You put something in my drink.
Listen to yourself. You're paranoid.
I've got witnesses to put you at the scene.
I am gonna bury you.
- Back the hell up, Counselor! - Yeah?
Come on, give 'em a show.
Mr. Integrity, ladies and gentlemen.
Thanks.
- Wow. - "Wow"? What is "wow"?
"Wow" is you look amazing.
Really? You don't think it's too much for Election Night?
N-No. I mean, you should do this.
- Turn around, let me see the whole thing. - Okay. All right.
Full view.
- Perfect. - Thank you for doing this.
- I know it's not really your scene. - My gosh. Come on.
I mean, this is, like, a nice way to spend an evening.
- Yeah. Yes. - But I'm starving, so
- I will change now. - Cool.
Do you need help with the zipper?
- No, I got it. - All right.
So, want some of this?
Come on. Let's go.
Let's go.
Yeah, baby!
Listen, Davis called,
and he wants a follow-up interview.
There's something wrong here, Syd.
There's something very, very wrong.
You don't know that.
Faith is asking me questions. What am I supposed to say?
Tell your wife
whatever you want to tell your wife.
Do us both a favor, Ben.
Just... dial it down a bit.
What? What do you mean, dial it... Dial it down?
- Yeah. - You're telling me to dial it down,
and we might be losing our jobs?
No one's losing their jobs.
Ben, there was an ongoing threat.
Beverly had the blade to Emma's throat.
I terminated the threat. Period. End of discussion.
Is there anything else that I need to know?
I don't know, Ben.
What do you think I'm leaving out?
What did Emma say?
Emma said what she had to say.
We're fine.
This is crazy, Syd.
I know...
Look, I-I-I know you invested
a lot of time to find Jen's killer
and make sure that her family had closure.
Make sure that you had closure, right?
This is personal to you.
Davis, he knows.
He knows that there's more to this story.
I can see it in his eyes.
And he's not gonna let up until he knows the truth.
I just want to make sure I know the truth.
Okay.
Jen was my friend.
Absolutely. But you know what?
So are you.
And I'd never ask you
to-to risk your-your career, your family.
You know that's not me.
I promise you. You have nothing to worry about.
Okay? We are good.
All right?
All right.
Let me make you a drink.
You almost done?
Iz?
Izzy?
Hey. You okay?
Sorry.
Um, someone just sent me
this really weird video of Dad.
- Who's it from? - I don't know.
- It said unknown sender, and... - Yeah!
Do you think somebody's blackmailing him?
Politics are dirty, and
maybe his opponent's,
you know, pulling all the stops.
It hasn't gone viral yet, thank God.
But, um, how'd they even get my number?
I'll look into it. I-I'm sorry you had to see this.
I guess maybe he's taking
the separation harder than we thought.
Yeah. It's a...
- New ringtone? - No, it's a...
This case, this idiot kid.
I'm sorry.
- I have to go. - No, no, no. Go.
It-it's fine.
Just let me know what you, figure out.
- Okay. - Go, go, go. I'm good.
Okay.
Yo, Ricky.
You following me, Booster?
No, we met right here.
On this street.
Don't you remember?
Yeah, I remember that.
The middle of the goddamn riots.
And all hell was breaking loose, and...
You were standing right there.
You were right in the middle of it.
You know, the cops were sending people down Western.
Yeah, you could've been trampled.
You saved my life.
Yo, and how many times you done the same for me?
I mean, once everyone saw that right hook,
the bigger kids, they stopped beating my ass.
It's 'cause that's what friends do.
Except that's not what you're doing now, Rick.
You're killing me.
All right, the other night back at the church,
we could've helped all those people.
How is it helping them by selling their homes?
But weathering this storm and-and putting your faith
in some councilwoman's promises isn't gonna help, either.
You don't know that.
Yeah, I do.
Look, man, who are you really trying to help?
- I'm trying to help you. - You're trying to help me?
No different than back in the day.
I just don't want to see you get trampled.
Let me ask you a question.
Who's gonna trample me?
Booster?
No, my name is... Is Malcolm.
Okay... Malcolm.
Me and you got history,
but if you ever threaten me again.
I'll lay your ass down.
You hear me?
I mean, like-like what do you even say to him?
Like... You think that was his first time at a strip club?
You know, he doesn't drink. Like, he's never
I just feel bad for Izzy. I mean, to see her dad like that.
Yo, when he came out and had his.
"King Kong ain't got nothing on me" moment,
he tried... God bless him.
- Poor Izzy. - He did try to make it rain.
- He did. - But it was like sprinkles.
It was like...
Wait. What did you do
that got Internal Affairs investigating you so hard?
- That is standard. - That is not standard.
And how would Baines describe it?
Don't ask me questions that I can't answer, Perez.
Really?
- Really. - We're-we're doing this?
So we're just keeping secrets from each other?
- No. No. - That's what we're doing.
- We're just reversing our relationship. - No.
Whether you believe that or not.
Friendship Bro just got a text.
Diamond-dusted bracelets.
- I'll go left, you go right? - All right.
Well, hello.
Hello there to you.
Is there something we can help you with?
I was actually looking for some twins, so, you know...
They give you 40 rounds to qualify as a sharpshooter.
I did it with 12.
Noa?
Can we buy you a drink?
You know, if I wasn't working...
What's her problem?
You know,
maybe later when, I get off,
I can get off.
You know what? On, on second thought, I would like a drink.
- Okay. - Yeah.
Thought you were working.
Just wrapping up right now.
I couldn't help but notice... This bracelet.
Where would a woman get a bracelet like this?
Come on.
Excuse me.
Excuse me, gentlemen.
You know, kind of love an arms dealer with a sensible heel.
So cute.
Syd! Syd!
Syd.
I lost her.
Let's go. Let's go.
I know you're not sick.
I need you to tell me what's going on.
I already know that it's bad, but I.
I need you to explain it.
Get the fuck off me.
- The fuck? - Where'd you get this?
- I don't know. - What's up, bitch?
- You want some of this? - And it doesn't really matter.
- Just... What's going on? - Come on.
Whoo!
I need to make sure that you're okay.
I'm okay.
Izzy, I swear, I.
I was drugged.
- What? - I don't remember any of this.
Who would do that?
The same guy who recorded it and sent it to you.
Nathan Baker.
We have to go to the police.
- No, we can't. - Of course we can.
Not with the election coming up. I will be finished.
You just tell them that-that you were drugged, and it's fine.
There's no amount of explaining
that can undo the damage that's on that video.
Nancy's already seen it.
I'm gonna handle it myself.
Trust me.
LAPD!
Noa? Noa Cash?
That smell.
Clear.
Ew!
- It's worse over here. - God.
You know what that is.
Stinkers.
All right.
Clear.
Ready? Okay.
- That's not Noa. - No.
So you think she just keeps dead people in her closet?
Looks like it.
Looks like she's been here for a few days.
Smells like it.
I sat behind a girl
in the fourth grade who smelled like this.
She wasn't popular.
Get your phone.
- We need a fingerprint. - You use your phone.
No. I-I don't have my phone. Get your phone.
You were just playing a crossword with your phone.
- No, I wasn't. No! - I saw you.
The next random dead body is on you.
All right, it's scanning.
Scanning, scanning.
Bingo.
Okay. So our dead girl is Gladys Jordan. She's 34 years old.
She had a DUI a couple years ago.
She also went missing two days ago
along with her employer's truck.
Who'd she work for?
Premium Window Washers.
She was last seen at a job at the address 65
65287 South Broadway?
How'd you know that?
Because that's the address where we found her.
That's Noa Cash's apartment.
Noa's got her uniform and her truck.
And she got away with a sniper rifle
that shoots up to a thousand yards away.
So if you were trying to take someone out from that far away,
- where would you go? - Higher ground.
And what job gives you access to the highest of high grounds
- in the city? - Window washer.
K-town rally.
Vivian Kim and Leon... It's going on right now.
All right, we'll head out, you call an APB out on that truck.
Thank you.
Thank you. Thank you all for coming.
Thank you so much for the support. Thank you.
Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What, what, what? Talk to me, talk to me.
Unocal Building.
Whoa. It looks right over K-town.
Got it.
Okay. All right, the Unocal Building on 7th and Vermont.
To all of Korea town,
those who were born here
and those who have chosen to make this your home,
I say...
Welcome.
Somebody's up there.
There's the window washer's van.
This is a place of resilience,
of history, our history.
These buildings, these businesses are our history!
A history that we choose to hold onto
and not sell off to the highest bidder!
Come on.
Let's just take the stairs. Come on.
It is in this spirit
that I have joined forces
with Korea town’s own Ricky Leon
to celebrate our heritage and history.
Thank you, Ricky.
We love you, Ricky!
LAPD!
Move away from the gun!
Thank you, thank you.
How y'all feeling?
Noa, put the gun down.
This is not what you want to do.
Noa!
No!
Shit!
Get down!
- Syd? - Yeah?
You all right?
A wise Negro once said,
"I'm getting too old for this shit."
Want a beer?
Yes.
It wasn't long ago that I heard some of y'all
were calling me a sellout.
And you know what? You were probably right.
'Cause my idea of success was taking my money
and getting out of the neighborhood.
But I left something behind.
I left my heart.
And I'll be the first one to tell you,
there's no amount of money in this world
to sell out your family.
Your history!
Your memories.
And with people like Vivian,
you won't have to.
So let's save our homes,
and let's do it together.
I hope you don't mind if I record.
Do what you gotta do.
Where to begin.
Perhaps back at the beginning.
I told you all there is to tell.
Have you?
I spoke to Emma.
She understandably appeared upset.
But her story wasn't the story of a distressed person.
- Okay. - It was perfect.
Too perfect.
The average person telling the truth
will highlight different things at different times,
veer off story, but... Not her.
No matter how many times we went through it,
she had the same cadence
with the same details.
Ordinarily, if this happens once,
it would set off alarm bells, but when it happens twice,
when two people are repeating the same
carefully crafted untruth...
Well, that's how I know someone is lying to me.
You think I'm lying to you?
No. I know you are.
I told you what I saw.
Good.
Let's hear it again.
Ricky. Champ! Hey. There's Ricky!
It's Ricky. Ricky, can I get your autograph?
Thank you. Thank you.
All right, I'll get you that draft by the end of the week.
And we can take it from there.
Just take a look at it. All right?
Cool.
My God.
What did you do?
- What? - You heard me.
What the hell kind of mess you involved in?
Nothing.
Really?
So what's he doing here?
Careful, Sydney.
I hear you, Dad.
Gin, vermouth...
Cointreau and a little absinthe.
Enjoy.
Otherwise known as a "Corpse Reviver."
Clever.
We haven't formally met. Lieutenant Marshawn Davis.
It's not personal, Detective.
It is to me.
Look, you've got Ben Baines pretty worked up.
He should be. He's gotten himself into a world of trouble.
Why do you say that?
Because he lied, and we both know it.
Really?
I'm gonna give you a little
professional advice out of courtesy, Detective.
If you really want to save your friend, the time is now.
He won't get a second chance.
He's covering for you.
Admirable to an extent.
Assuming you're deserving of such a sacrifice.
I thought this wasn't personal.
How could it be? I don't know you.
It was a righteous kill.
I've got two excellent witnesses
willing to testify to just that.
Let it go.
I can't do that.
You know what I think?
I think you murdered Beverly Gamble.
I don't think it was premeditated.
More of a case
of your emotions getting the better of you,
but murder nonetheless.
And I won't stop until I can prove it.
Or you won't.
Good luck with that.
Thank you.
Patrick. Patrick!
- What are you doing here? - Izzy, where's your dad?
Patrick.
What's going on?
Somebody tell me what's going on.
Nathan Baker's in serious condition.
There's security cam footage of you leaving the scene.
What? What did you do?
Unis are on their way to make the arrest.
Or you can come with me, and we could do it quietly.
Let's go.
I'm sorry, Izzy.
I'll explain everything.
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