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Baines.
Hey.
Baines. Baines.
Hey. You all right?
You all right?
Huh?
What happened?
Where's... where's Ward?
Where's Ward?
- Let's go, let's go! - There he is, there he is.
Oh...
Damn it.
- Let's go. - Easy. I get it, he's pissed.
Mr. Kline.
- I knew you brought heat, but... - Shut up.
What did you tell them?
Nothing.
What do they know?
They know I killed Ricky.
That's it.
That's not it.
They know I work for you.
That's everything.
You got to believe me.
I do.
This wasn't an extraction.
It was an execution.
Van was recovered a few miles away.
- An inferno. - Ward?
Body was burnt to a crisp.
- Can't be sure till the tests come back, but... - Yeah, it's Malcolm Ward.
Who wanted to kill Ward so bad
that they would come at LAPD like this?
They hit us with a car.
We were in there, Lieutenant.
You guys okay to keep going on this?
- More than okay. - Motivated.
Good.
Run the prints on the dead gunman.
I want to know who he is, where he lives,
what he had for breakfast.
We're gonna figure out who did this.
You're gonna get through this, you know.
You never wobbled, like other toddlers.
One day, I was in the kitchen,
and I was standing in there and,
you came storming up.
I thought you were gonna give me a hug, but you just,
you pushed me aside and you said "Move",
and ran right to your mother who was standing behind me.
You should have seen the smile that was on your mom's face when, uh,
you ran and hugged her legs.
"Though she be but little,
she is fierce."
She was teaching Shakespear in her English class.
She's right, you know?
You are fierce.
From that moment that you pushed me aside
and told me to move until now,
this moment,
and forever.
Your mother...
she's gone,
but just because you can't reach out and hold on to her,
doesn't mean she isn't with you.
Izzy, she is always with you.
And so am I.
I love you, Isabel.
It feels like everyone else has moved on,
and it all just happened in my head.
You are the most important thing in the world to me.
You know that, right?
You guys have an incredible bond
and have been through so much.
You okay?
- I'm sorry. - So sorry.
What happened?
Nathan Baker.
- What? - You know what he was doing.
You know what happened.
I mean, he definitely feels like
- the most likely suspect... - No, he did it.
He killed Dad. So, I don't know,
go get him, arrest him, kill him. Just do something.
Izzy, that's not how it works, babe.
I know that's not how it works, Syd, but
he killed my father.
- Nico, stay with Iz. - Yeah. All right.
Hey.
Nathan Baker?
Did you do it? Huh?
- Did you do it? - Whoa. Jesus.
- Did you do it? - What are you talking about?
- Did you kill him? Did you kill Patrick? - McKenna.
Let him answer.
He's dead?
Patrick McKenna is dead?
Oh, wow.
You can put your gun down. I didn't kill him.
I was pissed he won that election, but
I was just trying to ruin his life, I wasn't trying to...
How'd he die?
Doesn't matter.
If you ask me, he got off easy.
What are you so mad about? Didn't you divorce his ass anyway?
Okay, hey. Hey, hey, hey. No, no, no.
- Stop... Stop it. Stop it. - Move.
D... don't. Don't.
This is exactly what he wants.
Leave. Now.
Have a nice evening, Detectives.
McKenna, hey. McKenna, calm down.
Okay? Calm down. We'll just talk about it, all right?
Are you really telling me to calm down?
You, of all people, Syd?
- You're hurting. - Yeah, no shit.
- We can work through it, okay? - What are we, 12?
What are we gonna do?
Write in our diary?
What good is that gonna do?
Patrick's dead, McKenna.
And it's okay to grieve.
I'll grieve when I find the killer.
- Who are you? - Who am I? Who are you?
My God. It happened here?
Where's my niece?
Yeah, the... the mahogany one with the brass trim is... is fine.
Okay, yeah. As long as that's the best one.
Okay.
Okay, thanks, bye.
Aunt Karen.
- Hi. - Oh, sweet girl.
I'm so sorry.
- I got on a plane as soon as I heard. - Yeah.
Hi, Karen.
Nancy.
Have you found the monster that did this yet?
No. We have some leads, but...
Let's get you out of this house.
You'll stay at my hotel with me?
We were planning on staying
at my brother's apartment for a little bit, so...
Nonsense. I have plenty of room and, uh,
that'll free you up to do whatever you need to do.
Whatever I need to do? What... what does that mean?
There are arrangements to be made,
um, things to be done.
I'll take care of Izzy while you see to Patrick's affairs.
Yeah.
Go pack a bag. I've got a car on the way.
Okay, yeah.
Did this happen because of you?
Are you really coming into this house accusing me...
Did one of your case get that poor girl's father killed?
After she's already lived through witnessing her mother's death?
When my sister married Patrick,
he had just passed the bar.
Had she known that one day, both of them...
Oh, God, save it, Karen.
We both know you never liked Patrick
when he married your sister, and
you hated him when they split up.
But I love my niece,
- and now she's got nobody left. - She has me.
She needs to be with family now.
Um... That's our car.
Okay, uh...
We'll just go, then?
Yeah, you should, you should get out of here. This...
It... it'll be good for you...
- Okay. - ... to get out of here.
You know, just a different atmosphere.
Mm-hmm. Okay.
- I love you. - I love you.
Okay.
I've made a decision.
The panel's called for Friday.
We'll hear your confession then.
In the meantime, you can work your active cases.
And Baines and Emma?
Clear.
Congratulations, Lieutenant. You have...
single-handedly snuffed out
police brutality and corruption in the LAPD.
Didn't have to go like this.
Yeah, it does.
McKenna.
Lieutenant.
I'm sorry for your loss.
Thank you.
I'm surprised you're here.
Uh...
Izzy's with her aunt. And, uh...
The funeral arrangements have been made, so...
I need this.
That's fine. You can stay.
Thanks.
Any word on Patrick's case?
We questioned Nathan Baker this morning.
He's threatening to sue LAPD over your visit, by the way.
I'm sorry.
Nathan has a solid abi.
He was posting on social media from an event downtown.
It wasn't him.
I'm in touch with the D.A.'s office to see
if any other threats were made against Patrick's life.
And, uh, no hits on that dark sedan
you described fleeing the scene.
So, basically, we're nowhere on the case?
What about K-town
and, uh, Logan Kline?
Let's get to work.
So, we finally got a match on the prints from our gunman from ICE.
- Immigration? - Yup.
His name is Alexi Bulka.
He's a Russian national here on a temporary visa.
His name raised some red flags in our system.
Now, get this: he used to work for the Weiss Corporation.
That's, like, the Russian Blackwater.
Why would mercenaries go after the LAPD like that?
We should ask his boss.
His visa is sponsored by Lustrum Holdings.
- Logan Kline's company. - Mm-hmm.
And the body we found in the burned van was Malcolm Ward.
Also an employee of Lustrum Holdings.
But here's the best part...
Our dead Russian was also connected
to a series of illegal international arms deals.
Yo, for real? I was just about to...
- I was about to tell 'em. - You guys think Logan Kline
imported Russian mercenaries because he's an arms dealer
- masquerading as a real estate mogul? - It makes sense.
I mean, the man has been shady from jump.
Now we don't know why, but Kline wants to bulldoze K-town.
Ward is dead, Ricky Leon, Choi and Reuben.
Anybody that stood up for the neighborhood is now gone.
Patrick. Patrick told me he was looking into Lustrum.
He made a public speech saying that he was gonna go after
anyone connected to the Koreatown violence.
- What if that made him a target? - Like Vivian Kim.
The new city councilwoman vowed to fight against
the gentrification of Koreatown.
They came for her once. I mean, she could still be in danger.
Walker and Baines, find Vivian Kim.
Bring her in for protective custody until we sort this out.
- You guys dig into Kline. - We could...
nail him for those shady visas that his company sponsored.
There's got to be six layers of bureaucratic bullshit
between that mercenary and Kline.
We need something more substantial before we go at Kline.
He's got a pending lawsuit against the department
after the last time we brought him in,
so we'd better be damn sure before we me a move.
All right, hard evidence, and then we kick Kline's ass.
Got it.
LAPD. We need to speak with your boss.
- Sorry, she's in a meeting. - Whoa, whoa, whoa. That's Kline.
- Hey, wait! - N-nah.
- What the hell are you doing here? - You sure about that?
Call your dog off, Kline.
- He's doing his job. - Detectives, please.
Ms. Kim, we have reason to believe these two men are here to hurt you.
I'm fine.
- Mr. Kline is my guest. - Your guest?
Well, does your guest have a license for that?
Slowly, G.I. Joe.
If we're all good,
- I was just leaving. - No, no, no, we're not all good.
I want to talk to you about the death of Malcolm Ward.
Are you taking me in for questioning again?
Let's go.
Are you okay?
I think she's good.
You approved Kline's land grab, didn't you?
Whoa, what happened to protecting Koreatown?
Lustrum's dirty, Kline's an international criminal.
Then prove it, before anyone else gets hurt.
File a formal complaint, and we can do something about it.
Like you did after that sniper tried to shoot me?
Did he threaten you?
Men as powerful as Logan Kline don't threaten.
They insist.
If I pull the plug on the Koreatown development today,
can you guarantee that nobody will get hurt tomorrow?
Exactly what I thought.
Until something is done, my hands are tied.
I won't be responsible for anyone else dying.
All right, Patrick.
I know you were investigating K-town.
You couldn't resist bringing it home.
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Do you remember the Christmas your mom and dad brought you to Chicago?
Yeah.
I couldn't believe how big your house was.
Well, it feels a lot bigger now
that all of your cousins are off at school.
How would you like to come live with me and your uncle Ron?
- Live... with... uh... - Just...
for your last year of high school.
But, um...
I'm sorry I wasn't more involved in your life after your mom died.
It's just... you remind me so much of her.
I only came out to visit a couple of times and FaceTime only.
- That's not much. - That's okay.
I lost my little sister but you lost your mother
and I should have been able to...
step outside my own pain to help you through yours.
I guess I, uh...
I haven't really thought about what I'm gonna do... now.
You shouldn't have to.
You should be a kid. At least,
for another year, until you're off to college.
Or whatever you choose to do next.
Yeah, but Nancy, I can't...
I know you love Nancy.
But she's a cop,
out until all hours of the night,
constantly in harm's way, she's not...
You need a more stable home
after what happened, my God, you were,
kidnapped, and now your dad, and...
We are blood, Isabel. You should be with family now.
Wow, uh...
It's a lot. It's a lot.
Just... think about it.
I'm here as long as you need.
And when it's time to go back to Chicago,
I really hope you'll be with me.
Hi, Dad, why did you call?
I've been, uh,
waiting all this time.
The fact that you haven't brought it up means it can't be good news.
What did Davis decide?
He's gonna take my confession and, uh...
Charge me for killing Beverly.
We've been working on honesty, right?
Clear, open communication?
Yeah.
Let me be clear.
You're being a Goddamn fool.
- Dad, you don't understand. - Emma chose to grab your gun
and pull the trigger. She chose to take the risk.
Why shouldn't she get the consequences?
After everything that happened with Jen...
- I owe Emma. - You owe her
your friendship and your support. Not your life.
Baby, you don't know how much this job means
until it's taken away from you.
Why are you making this about you?
It's called insight.
You know what happened to me, right?
I let my guard down, I left my post,
and she was killed.
One of the first females
in LAPD history killed in the line of duty.
The brass needed someone to blame.
The killer was never found.
So her negligent partner would have to do.
Look,
I made mistakes.
And I paid the price for 'em.
But they were my mistakes.
I just...
maybe if I'd been a better father...
maybe you wouldn't feel your life is so disposable.
Hey. Uh, can I...
What are you doing here?
- Is everything okay? - Yeah. Yes.
Uh, everything is fine.
I've just been, I've been thinking. Uh...
Aunt Karen asked me to move to Chicago with her.
Wow. Um...
I guess I just assumed
you would be moving in with me.
- And so, uh... - Yeah, me, too.
Do you want to go?
What do you think I should do?
I don't know, Izzy. I mean,
your dad was right. I've always been
more of a friend to you than a parent.
And, uh, your Aunt Karen is a great mom.
You know, my life isn't exactly stable.
That's what she said.
Really?
I'll support
whatever decision you make.
Even if it means I leave L.A.?
I mean, you have a lot of reasons to stay.
You have your friends,
this is your home.
I'm here.
But, uh...
I was your age when I left,
and, uh...
it gave me...
it gave me a chance to reset my life.
And when I came back, I came back on my own terms.
I'll miss the hell out of you.
Truth is, kid,
if anyone deserves a reset,
it's you.
Great job. Beautiful alignment.
Thank you for coming. Thank you so much.
Syd. What are you doing here?
Davis is closing his investigation.
That's it?
So what's gonna happen?
I will appear before an IA panel on Friday,
I'll them our story, and you'll be safe.
You'll be fine, too, right?
I'll be all right.
Syd?
It's what your sister would've done.
You should know that. She was a good person.
She would've protected you.
But, I mean,
what's gonna happen to you, Syd?
I told you.
I'm good.
Coroner's report shows that Patrick was killed by a .45.
Didn't Walker say he pulled a license
for a .45 off of Kline's bodyguard?
I'm trying not to get my hopes up,
but I found this K-town file in Patrick's desk.
Lustrum and Kline are both in it.
You think Kline killed Patrick?
I don't know.
Izzy said she might move to Chicago.
With her aunt.
Really?
Are you okay?
I'm hanging on by a thread.
All right.
Let's go see where the Bens are with this case.
The Bens?
- Black and Pecker? - Better.
Oh. Oh, my goodness.
It smells like a bus stop bathroom in here.
No, that's the smell of genius at work.
Yeah. All right, all ready for a quick lesson in the, uh,
infrastructural history of Los Angeles?
So, underneath the city is a whole maze
of abandoned tunnels left over from prohibition:
- failed subways, equestrian pathways. - That's horses.
- We know. - Well, anyway, in the center of Koreatown
used to be the Ambassador Hotel.
Now this was, like, a major hub for booze smuggling back in the day.
But in 2005, they demolished it,
and guess what's there now?
Ricky Leon's community center.
What's left of it.
Logan Kline's real estate development company
is building in that spot right there.
We think Kline wants access to those tunnels.
- Why? - 'Cause you know what else Koreatows got a lot of?
- Foreign consulates. - Embassies.
China, Honduras, Bolivia. The list goes on and on.
And whoever has control of those tunnels...
Basically has control of the shipping lanes between the countries.
- There you go. - So if Kline is an arms dealer,
you're thinking that he's trying to turn K-town
into an international black market for his illegal arms trade?
- Bingo. - Okay, that's a fun theory,
but the only thing we can actually prove
is that Logan Kline bought up a bunch of land.
We still need hard evidence that ties him
to the violence in Koreatown,
the assault on Malcolm Ward's convoy,
Patrick's murder, anything.
What if we can prove that he is an arms dealer, though?
I found this in Patrick's K-town file.
Inventory records from Sheffield Johnson Industries,
the defense technology company.
I mean, they sell guns and bombs,
might as well call them a weapons company.
Patrick had a whistleblower statement claiming someone at Sheffield
was selling new tech to illegal distributors,
based off of disepancies in the inventory.
You're right. It says right here
a load of OICW's fell off the truck.
- Whatever those are. - Grenade launcher/range finder combo.
- Military grade. - Looks like he got his hands on those
as well as some Kevlar-coated SCAR assault rifles,
some missile guidance chips. Jesus.
Patrick was trying to connect those stolen weapons to Kline.
But you know what, we knew something that he didn't know.
- Remember Alexi, the dead Russian? - Yeah.
Well, Kline got visas for a dozen ChVK Weiss mercenaries.
Yeah, and all 12 of those mercenaries were assigned
to protect this mansion owned by Lustrum Holdings.
- Kline's mansion. - Makes sense.
If I was storing stolen weapons in my mansion,
waiting for my underground black market to open,
I would probably hire mercs to help protect it.
- So that's it, we got him. - No. We need hard evidence.
Okay, well, let's just go to his mansion and get it.
Oh, really? What, are we gonna just show up and say,
"Hey, show us all your illicit weapons"?
- So we sneak in. - How? He knows our faces.
You let us handle that. All right?
- Yeah. - You guys have one job.
Shower.
You smell like truffles.
Internet has been out for an hour. We just called.
- You're fast. - Yeah, um,
our clients' satisfaction is very important to us.
Which way to your server?
That way.
Man, there's a lot of you guys. You got, like, six roommates.
I guess you need that many, you know, just to chip in on the rent.
Fletch counts seven bad guys, plus our three on the balconies.
And the two we counted out here.
Kline and his bodyguard Roman are having coffee in the sunroom.
So that makes 14.
Yeah, I see your problem right here.
Somebody tried to hack into your system.
But you're well protected with us though.
You know, any suspicious activity
gets, uh, shut down immediately.
All right, the system is gonna reboot itself in ten seconds
and you'll be good as new.
Ten seconds. Starting...
Now.
You guys some kind of survivalist compound or something?
Second Amendment, bro.
Yeah, okay.
What's going on? Why can't I see all the cameras?
Damn, I don't know. I'm doing the best I can.
We're in the bedroom. Nothing here.
Moving to room two.
_
Damn. There must be a bug in the system.
You know, Wi-Fi system gets spotty in old houses like this.
It was not spotty before.
- Fix it. - Yeah. Okay.
Going to the basement in three,
two, one.
Sorry, my bad. I'm sorry, sir.
All right, now we're getting somewhere.
"Sheffield Johnson Industries."
Locust guidance chips.
These are in test phase at ONR.
They make autonomous decisions mid-flight.
English, please.
The Office of Naval Research.
Basically, they send missiles like a swarm
after a moving target.
That's our evidence. Let's go.
What the hell was that?
Stay here.
- You okay? - Yeah, let's go.
Man, what kind of crazy shit y'all got going on here?
Ooh, shit.
Did you see me hit him with the thing?
No, I missed it, 007-Footer.
Listen, this path is cleared this way. Get to the street.
We'll get Syd and McKenna.
SWAT's on the way.
- Now we're clear. - Cool.
Yo, Baines!
They found the weapons.
- We need to leave. - Take care of this.
I'll bring the car around.
Wait for me here.
Hurry up.
- We need a new exit. - I got a plan.
Cover me.
The car. That's the car!
Covering fire!
Hands in the air!
Put your hands behind your head now!
That a .45?
A .45 killed someone I cared about.
You should have seen his face.
He was a coward.
It's pretty easy to put a bullet in someone who isn't holding a gun.
Think you could do it again?
- Nice shooting. - Not bad yourself.
- Ugh. - My bad.
- He got in my mouth. - You should just... jump in the pool real quick.
- Is this... is this how you get pink eye? - Just... just real quick.
Don't move!
I swear to God, I will drop you, Kline.
Put it down.
Or don't.
It's been that kind of day.
She'not playing, man.
Logan Kline, you're under arrest.
Do you make your guys get blood test?
- I only had the keyboard... - Found this one out the block.
Yeah, yeah.
Syd, you gotta call him and tell Marcus what I did.
- No. - Oh, can I talk to you girl?
No.
- Drink? - Oh yeah.
Damn.
You did good though.
- Yeah. - Right?
- Let's get you a drink. - Let's get two drinks.
Hey.
- You look nice. - Thank you.
I dressed to impress.
He'd be proud.
- S... should we go? - Um, I have to tell you something.
You can tell me anything. I mean,
- it's fine. - I want to stay.
I was thinking about how my mom
used to talk about her friends from college.
And she said that you have a family that you're born into,
but your friends become the family that you choose.
And I might never go to college, but...
I choose you.
I know it's a lot, so if you don't,
- if you don't want to, that's okay. - I want to.
- Yeah? Yeah? - I want to, yeah. I really do.
Of course.
Okay. Okay, you can stop hugging me.
This is a lot for you. I know.
I don't want to stop hugging you.
Who are you?
- I don't know. - What have you done with Nancy?
Lovely service.
Please give my condolences to your partner.
You had to come, or what?
Emma called,
came clean.
Guess you're not the only one willing to fall on the sword.
So what happens now?
Now the system does what it does.
Emma's being arrested as we speak.
She confessed to killing Beverly.
I can't turn a blind eye to that.
If I were a betting man,
pretty white girl, competent representation,
sympathetic judge,
- she'll get her life back. - And what about Baines?
Slap on the wrist.
Loyal to a fault, but he'll be okay.
But you have a debt to pay.
And I... I got to admit...
... the whole
"good matters" thing
really got to me.
But when I take that to its logical conclusion,
LAPD loses one of its finest.
What's the good in benching you
when you're so valuable on the field?
I don't like where this is going.
You and your partner have proven you are willing to lie
for the greater good.
And as much as I abhor dishonesty...
... a case has come my way where that is precisely what I need.
If you truly believe
good matters,
you'll be willing to pay your debt in another way.
So that's it?
You just look the other way and I do your dirt for you?
Take the win, Detective.
- Bye, sweetie. - Bye.
I'll see you at home?
- Yeah. See you at home. - Okay.
- I love you. - Love you, too.
So, you're a single mom now.
Mm, I mean, we're more like roomies.
She's just gonna stay with me until she finishes high school.
Mm-hmm. Are you gonna keep the name McKenna?
Well, yeah, I mean, it's just easier, you know?
Paperwork and the school and everything.
Yep, single mom.
Hey, aren't you supposed to be in jail or something?
Yeah, about that. Uh...
We're probably gonna have to do some dirt for IA every so often.
"We"?
I didn't do anything.
Oh, no, no, I'm done with that lone wolf shit.
You know what I mean? I... I've grown,
I've evolved. I'm a better person now.
You know what?
I take it back. You can do all of it solo.
You are on a solo mission.
Yeah, well, I deserve that.
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