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Previously on Tommy...

This week, Abigail Thomas

took office as the first woman

to be named chief of police
in the history of our city.

Attention!

Okay, guys, we're
not gonna do that

all the time, or you're all
gonna need knee replacements.

Are you the new security detail?

Abnar Diaz. Who are you?

Ken Rosey. I'm the speechwriter.

TOMMY:
Donn Cooper, chief of staff.

Good to meet you.

Blake Sullivan, our
communications director.

Arturo Lopez. He's
a great supporter of the mayor.

I launched an investigation
into a friend of the mayor's.

If you're suggesting
that I had any knowledge

that Arturo Lopez smuggled

an underage girl
into this country...

I will call my daughter.

She is a school psychologist,
married.

My marriage is falling apart.

I want you to come
stay with us.

(laughter)

BUDDY:
My late father always said

that it is the mayor
who runs the city,

but the chief of police
keeps it safe.

Our city could not be safer

than it is
in the hands of the woman

that I am so proud
to have brought here:

your new chief of police,
Abigail Thomas.

Tommy, come on out here.

(applause)

Thank you, Mr. Mayor.
(sighs)

I wasn't hired for
my public speaking,

which you will probably realize
by the time I am done here.

(laughter)

As you might be able to hear,

I am not from these parts.

Some people even say
I have an accent.

(laughter)

Who knew?

(laughter)

And as you

may have also realized,
um, I am a woman.

(chuckles)

Oops. I'm sorry, was I not

supposed to say that?

(laughter)

I am from New York,
where I served

in the police department,
like my father before me.

But being a cop today

is not, uh, the same as it was
when my dad did it.

Times are changing,

and we have to change with them.

(audience murmuring
in agreement)

(applause)

You cut the passage about
neighborhood policing.

"Good job, boss.
You did okay up there.

You made us proud."

I mean, sure.
You were great.

Did you not like the passage
about neighborhood policing?

Uh, Channel 15
wants an interview.

What'd you think
of the speech, Blake?

Uh, it was good.

Okay.

I'm drowning in praise here.

(Blake chuckles)

If the passage were phrased
differently, would that...

Listen, Ken,
the speech felt long,

so I skipped some stuff.

Let it go
or I'm gonna borrow a gun

from somebody.

That was fantastic.

You are a natural.

Oh, thank you.

Are you running for something?

Car's waiting. Can we go?

Ah, Chief.
I'd like you to meet my wife.

Oh. Hi.

Roni, Chief Abigail Thomas.

Hello.

So,

you ready to kill
my husband yet?

No, I-- no, we have
a good relationship.

Ah, lucky you.

(laughs softly)

I'll be in the car. Bye.

Anyway, good speech.

Seriously, you're not thinking
of running for something?

Uh, no, Mr. Deputy Mayor.

Good.

Boss, call just came in.
There's an officer down.

Oh, God. Uh, what's his status?

Has he been transported, or...?

He's dead on the scene.

All right. How do we get
out of here?

This way.

(siren chirps)

Fire department got
a call about a car fire.

When they got down here,

they realized the car
was one of ours.

Officer Edward Guzman.

Eight years, Hoover Division.

His father's retired LAPD,
a sergeant.

Detectives say it looks like
he's been shot in the chest

multiple times.

Who's got the family?

The division commander and
the chaplain are at his house.

So somebody shot him through the
window and then torched the car?

DONN:
That's what it looks like.

TOMMY:
So is this somebody
who wanted to kill Eddie Guzman

or somebody who wanted
to kill a cop?

That is the question.

Hey.

Who are you?

Easy. I'm with the boss's
security detail.

What are you looking for?

His phone.

You guys already bag it
for evidence?

Yeah. There was nothing on it.

It was turned off.

For real?

(gunfire)

Boss, get down here!
Boss, get down!

OFFICER:
Get down!

(gunfire continues)

(indistinct shouting)

Anybody hurt?
Is everybody all right?

♪ ♪

BLAKE:
Officer Edward Guzman
grew up in Torrance

and attended
Sacred Heart High School there.

In February 2017, while
responding to an armed robbery,

he was wounded in the arm
and the shoulder

but continued
to engage the gunmen,

killing one
and disarming the other.

For this action, he received
the department Medal of Valor.

He represented the best of what
it is to be an LAPD officer,

and we are deeply saddened
by his loss.

Questions? Vincent.

We've got reports there
was gunfire on the scene

after LAPD responded.

Do you think
it's connected

to the killing?

There was gunfire.

It's not unusual
for that neighborhood,

and, uh, nobody was hurt.

And as much as I admire you
for trying,

I can't comment
on connections to anything.

KANG:
Six spent nine millimeter shells
on the ground near the car.

More nines on the roof
of a building

a hundred yards
to the northwest.

Ballistics says they match.

So whoever shot
Guzman on the street

also took the shots
from the roof.

Got a name on the gun?

They're running the casings
through the databases.

No matches so far.

How about security
cameras? Decker?

There are none on that block.
Buildings are abandoned.

We're looking at some
in the surrounding area,

see what we can find.

What do we know about Guzman?

KANG: Good cop,

strong record.

Some civilian complaints
in the last few months,

but nothing that led
to charges being filed.

We got to keep an eye on that.

If some civilian gets
frustrated, we need to know.

They get too frustrated,

they may start thinking
about getting a gun.

And stay on ballistics.
Take a look at the older files

if the databases
are coming up empty.

Any questions?

Ma'am. All due respect,
what are we doing here?

What do you mean, Stan?

One of our guys
got ambushed,

we're worried about
some complaints

that didn't even get
a charge filed?

We don't know for sure
that it was an ambush.

Maybe it was, maybe not.

The shooter fired
at officers on the scene.

What else do we need to know?

I would like to know
what happened to Guzman.

We all know that right now,
there are people celebrating

'cause a cop got killed.

We all know
who those people are.

You can bet your bottom dollar
the shooter

is right there
with them.

We need to get in some faces,
get some names

and make people understand
that the LAPD

will not take this lying down.

Get out in the community
and make some noise.

You mind explaining which
community you mean there, Stan?

Anybody else got
an idea to share?

We're done here.

Stan's been talking about
putting in his papers.

That pension check he smells

gives him just enough courage
to speak out.

But he's not the only one
who feels that way.

I don't care. I'm not sending
people out to bust heads

so some dinosaurs can feel
good about themselves.

Mm-hmm.

It's a sad day.

Yes, it is.

Your detail is running
security at your house.

You asked me to remind you
to remind your daughter.

I can give her a call.

No, I'll do it.
She's gonna have questions.

You don't want to face those.

Look, I get it.
People are scared.

And a scared cop
is a dangerous cop.

A civilian's gonna
get his head blown off

for asking for directions.

What do you think
happened to Guzman?

Looked weird to me.

What?

Guzman's phone
was off.

Guy was in his car, turns
his phone off? What's that?

If my phone's turned off,
you can put me in the ground.

The techs say he turned it off

right after he
went out on patrol.

If you turn your phone off,
you can't be tracked.

So maybe he didn't want anyone
to know where he was going.

Maybe because he was going to
meet somebody he shouldn't.

All right, I know
it looks like an ambush.

Make sure Robbery-Homicide
is putting time

into the possibility
that Guzman knew his killer.

Tell the rest of the
detail to get ready.

We got to go
to the house.

(knocking on door)

What's up, Ken?

Anything you want me
thinking about for the eulogy?

How many of them
have you done?

A couple.

Leakey liked military imagery.

The fallen hero carried out
on his shield,

that kind of thing.

I want to know Eddie Guzman.

I don't want to be talking
about some stranger.

Great. I'll track down some
people, see what I can find out.

All right. Thanks.

How many of you
are lurking around

'cause you
have questions?

You.

Arturo Lopez, the mayor's friend

that got arrested
for sex trafficking

and child molestation,
is being arraigned today.

A reporter asked
for a comment.

Couldn't have happened
to a nicer guy.

BAILIFF:
All rise.

State v. Arturo Lopez.

The Honorable
Preston Burningham presiding.

Okay, guys and gals,

setting the
calendar today?

Your Honor, we're requesting a
continuance to a date next week.

The state and Mr. Lopez's
attorney are in negotiations

that may modify the charges.

Angling for a deal, Mr. Lopez?

Your Honor, all I seek

is a just resolution
of my case.

Bully for you.
How's next Thursday?

This is Mayor Buddy Gray.

Welcome to Los Angeles
International Airport.

Remember, if you see something,
say something.

Let's try it again. Maybe
a little warmer this time.

I'm asking people
to look out for terrorists.

(phone vibrating)

How warm am I supposed to be?

Yeah.

Yeah, it's what we thought.

Arturo's cutting a deal.

Be useful to know more
than that, don't you think?

How you doing, guys?

OFFICER:
Chief.

OFFICER 2:
Ma'am.

Hey. This way.

Excuse me.

Hi. Amy?

I'm Chief Thomas.

I'm so sorry about
what happened to Edward.

Do you mind if I sit?

No. I mean, sure.

I want you to know
this hurts all of us.

Thank you.

We need to do

some investigative things.

Um, I promise you, they'll be
done as fast as can be.

But while it's going on,

don't look at the news,
don't go online.

Don't even read your e-mails,
'cause there are gonna be

a lot of things being said
that are wrong.

And you don't
need to hear it.

Eddie and I were supposed
to go to the store today.

Get some baby things.

He's so careful about that,

so worried about
the baby being safe.

He's read, like, every review
on every crib and every...

(crying):
I don't know any of that stuff.

ALEX:
Chief.

Alex Guzman.
I'm Eddie's dad.

It's a heartbreaking day
for all of us, Sergeant.

I'm so sorry.

Would you drink to my son?

Oh. Absolutely.

To Eddie.

You know what
really gets me?

The last few months, Eddie was
happier than I'd ever seen him.

He was over the moon
about becoming a father.

(whispering):
Somebody's got to pay.

Tell me you get that, Chief.

Whatever happened to your son,

we will find the person
responsible, I promise you that.

(elevator bell dings)

Hey. Sorry, but I found
something you should see.

Why sorry?

It's Leakey on a podcast.

He's calling you out.

100% she's endangering
LAPD rank and file.

Some skid mark assassinates
a poor kid, one of our own,

yet Chief Thomas,
for some reason,

can't bring herself to say that.

Now, I got people inside
the LAPD that tell me

she has no idea about
what's going on.

And that's dangerous
for the heroic men and women

who go out there
on a daily bas...

(video stops)

All right, tell Blake I want
to talk to the press.

TOMMY:
Good afternoon.

I want to discuss an issue

connected to the tragic
death of Officer Edward Guzman.

Although I can't discuss
the investigation,

every step is being taken
to insure the safety

of our officers,
and of the public.

Nothing is more important
to me and my staff

than the security
of the brave men and women

of the LAPD.

Thank you.

So are you confirming
that the attack on Guzman

was an ambush?

No, that's not what I'm saying.

Chief, I've got a report

that you specifically directed
Robbery-Homicide

to look into the possibility
that Guzman knew his killer.

Do you believe that
to be the case?

Who told you that?

So it's true?

I-- No, I...

What do you think he was doing
that got him killed?

Guys, guys, we will not
discuss anything further.

Thank you.

That's all the time
Chief Thomas has.

Thank you so much for coming.

(all clamoring)

I get that you were mad.

That's no reason
to talk to the press.

Leakey accused me
of endangering my people.

Yes, I am mad.

He's trolling you.
You can't take the bait.

Thank you, Blake.

This isn't just
about Leakey, is it?

Someone in this office
leaked to the press

to undermine me;
I want to know who.

Don't. Don't even start that.

I need to be able
to talk to my people

without worrying it's gonna be
online 15 minutes later.

Everybody talks to the press.
Hell, I do.

You'll never find out
who did it,

and you'll look vulnerable.

I get that I'm new.

I get how many people think
I don't deserve this.

I need to know how long
it's gonna be

till my officers trust me.

Excuse me, ma'am,
your daughter's on the phone.

She says there's
a problem at her house.

(groans)

What is going on?

Kate, I am sorry.

This guy shows up today.

Hey, boss.

He says because
you're here,

we need to upgrade our security.

Whose idea was that?

Honey, I was supposed
to call and tell you.

Things got so busy,
I just forgot, I'm sorry.

He says-- he says we need,
like, 15 more security cameras

and a panic button
for the front door.

In case something's going on,

and you need to send
a signal to the car.

And the car. He says there's
going to be a car

parked out front filled with men
with automatic weapons.

Are we in danger?

Absolutely not.

These are just
standard things they do.

I'm not sure I'm comfortable
with any of this.

Kate, you asked me to
come and live with you.

I asked my mother to come,

not the entire Los Angeles
police force.

You want me to
keep working, or...

Go ahead.

Henry, I'm sorry.

I think a panic button's
kind of cool.

Anyway, it's a good distraction.

I don't know
if Kate told you.

We're talking about me moving
out into the guest house.

We're having trouble
inhabiting the same space.

(phone vibrating)

Hey, Cooper, what's up?

Two officers opened fire
on a van

that wouldn't stop
when they said.

Driver's Korean, no English.

They put 17 rounds in it.

Oh, God. How bad?

Fortunately, they didn't
hit the driver.

He'll be okay.

I talked to the officers.

All they're hearing
is cops saying that

they got targets on their backs.

So when the van didn't stop,
they thought that...

Well, you know.

What a mess. All right.

We've got to figure out
what happened to Guzman.

Yes, we do, or somebody else
is gonna get killed.

Will you tell your
daughter I'm sorry?

Didn't mean to make her mad.

You didn't do that, I did.

I find that hard
to believe.

Well, believe it.

Her dad and I were
just kids when she was born.

We struggled... you know,
with all kinds of things.

We divorced when she was ten.

He moved out here.

I thought I could just do
the single mom thing.

But I had just made detective,
and the truth is, you know,

I was much better
at being a detective.

When she turned 14,
she told me she wanted

to go live with her dad,
and I said okay.

And I think that's what she can
never quite forgive me for.

But she asked you
to come live with her.

Right? That's something.

Yeah, I think she's having
buyer's remorse.

(laughs)

We've been running searches
of digital sites

for entries relevant
to the Guzman shooting.

Like Facebook posts?

Not unless the
shooter's over 60.

Um, Reddit, 4chan,
8chan, like that.

Then we apply a geofencing
tool that allows us

to link posts to
geographical locations.

Decker, I can barely
take a photo with my phone.

So, what'd you find?

A name.

Keith Culberson.
He lives in South L.A.

He's put up posts critical
of the LAPD,

mostly about police shootings.

Some tough language.

TOMMY: He's not the first one
to do that.

Well, he's also
one of the people

who filed a complaint
about Guzman.

An hour after the shooting,
he posted this.

TOMMY:
"RIP Officer Guzman.
Like Malcolm said,

just the chickens
coming home to roost."

Some historical quote?

Yeah, Malcolm X.

Uh, what goes around
comes around.

Violent people
die by violence.

So he's claiming credit.

Maybe.

I gave it to Robbery-Homicide.
They're running him now.

Pretty soon, we'll be able
to stop guys like this

before they even do anything.

Artificial intelligence will
select out threatening people

from data proactively.

We'll pick the guy up
before he even shoots.

For what? He won't have
committed a crime.

For what he's going to do.

(chuckles)

You scare me, Decker.

Wha...?

I'm just telling you.

(phone vibrating)

Mr. Mayor.

BUDDY:
Congratulations.

Thanks. For what?

Tommy's press conference didn't
get much attention last night.

I assume that was your work.

Oh, didn't take much.
Just some phone calls.

You know what doesn't get
enough attention?

The amount of work it takes
to make sure something

doesn't get much attention.

I hope Tommy appreciates it.

You never know.
She's tight with a compliment.

How are you?

I'm trying to figure out
this Arturo Lopez situation.

Looks like he's gonna
cop a plea.

It'd be useful to know
which way things are gonna fall.

It's the surprises
that kill you.

Have you heard anything?

I'm just the director
of communications.

Why would anyone
tell me anything?

Well, maybe you hear things
from reporters.

If you do,
would you mind sharing?

I'd appreciate it.

Sure. If I hear anything.

Thanks, Blake.

DOUG:
I still don't understand.

Call Bob Flake.
He'll talk to you.

Our district attorney,
Mr. Flake, is socially insecure

and a relentless blabbermouth;
he'll gossip.

Nothing that Blake does
will be connected to me.

Besides, I like talking to her.

You're not allowed
to take our coffee, Vincent.

Arrest me.

You're covering the
Arturo Lopez case, right?

Every sordid detail. Why?

My boss is interested, and, uh,
we're just getting acquainted,

so I'd like to bring her a gift.

What's in it for me?

First exclusive interview
with the chief, all yours.

I'll see what I can find out.

Thanks for the coffee.

Thief.

Something's going down
in the situation room.

I think you want to be there.

SWAT OFFICER: Confirmed,
the front door is locked.

Standing by. Waiting for orders.

Anything?

KANG:
Not yet.

FEMALE OFFICER:
All units, all units stand by.

(whispers):
What's going on?

They like this guy Culberson
for the Guzman shooting.

Found some stuff
he posted online.

I guess a C.I. says
he has guns in the house.

Detectives want to talk, but
Culberson won't open the door.

SWAT team is outside.
They're waiting on a warrant.

Okay. Got the warrant.

Judge says we can go in.

Then let's go.

Wait, slow down. What
do we have on this guy?

An Internet post?

The C.I. said he was armed.

C.I.s tend to say things
cops want to hear.

He's refusing to come out.

TOMMY:
That's not a crime,
last I heard.

He has no record, right?

No arrests, no warrants.

No history of violence
of any kind.

He doesn't like cops, he's
violent when he talks about us.

If we took the door
of every citizen who
talked smack about cops,

there'd be no doors left.

I don't get this.
What are you waiting for?

We have a warrant.

DONN: Come on, Stan.

We go in, he's armed,
he shoots-- it's bad.

We go in, he's not the guy,
he isn't armed-- it's bad.

What do you want?

A better way to do this.

Ideas?

We can see him.

He's livestreaming
from his apartment.

At least five or six cops
with heavy weapons

saying I gotta come out,

even though I have done
nothing wrong.

You all know where
this is going.

Whatever happens,
I'm gonna keep this stream up

so you can see what police do...

Well, I don't see any weapons.

Can I talk to him?

Uh, we can message him.

Tell him you have a request from
Chief of Police Abigail Thomas.

I want all of America
as a witness.

I will not be quiet.

(computer chimes)

Okay, somebody claiming to be
the chief of police is posting.

Yeah, Chief, tell your
homicidal bacon

to leave me alone!

Bacon. You like that?

All right, tell him
I would like to talk to him.

And if he'll come here,
I will personally

guarantee his safety
after the officers have

executed a legal search.

And I'll publish that guarantee
on any Internet thingy he wants.

Uh, I'll rephrase
that last part.

(computer chimes)

Come on, Mr. Culberson.

(elevator bell dings)

Take a seat.

I'm good.

Uh, I'm told the search,
uh, didn't turn up any weapons.

We had information
that you had some.

It was wrong. I'm sorry.

You mind telling me
where you were

when Officer Guzman was killed?

Uh, night before last.

Riverside,
with my sister's family.

And you put up some posts
celebrating his murder.

Do you mind
telling me why?

I don't celebrate
anybody's death.

When somebody who's assaulted me
gets assaulted,

I'm gonna find
some justice in that.

How did he assault you?

I was talking to friends;
he came up asking

if I was involved in
some business down the street.

I wasn't.
I told him.

He slammed me against the wall
three times.

Three times.

Then he cuffed me
for an hour.

I filed a complaint,
nothing happened.

Well, I'm looking
into that complaint.

We're not here to assault you.

No other reason I see.

Well, it's not true.

This building was put up for
people who want to assault me.

400 years
of this country's history

is people wanting to control
and subdue my body by assault

if necessary, and you say no.

Who are you?

Here's my card.

If an officer treats
you badly, call me.

I will pick up, and
I will look into it.

You giving these to every black
man and woman in Los Angeles?

Well, let's start with you.

(sighs)

Mrs. Gates?

AMY:
Chief Thomas?

Amy.

What can I do for you?

You told me

not to look
at the news, but, uh...

an officer at the house said

you thought Edward might have
known the person who killed him?

Might have done something
to get himself killed.

Is that true?

Well, we are still trying to
figure out what happened.

Uh, I'm sorry,
I can't tell you more.

Edward had this idea
that if I was anxious,

the baby would know.

So he wouldn't tell me anything
if he thought it would worry me.

Even if I could tell
he was upset.

He would just deny it.

Yeah, I know what you mean.
My father was like that.

Uh, cops have a hard time
talking to civilians

about their job.

Thing is...

I know something was going on.

Especially the last few months.

He had trouble sleeping
and, uh...

but all he would say
was that he was fine.

Breaks my heart.

I want to know what happened.

Even if he was in trouble.

I don't want things
kept from me anymore.

I will tell you as soon
as we know.

You have my word.

Officer Milkovich?

Yeah.

You were Edward Guzman's
partner, right?

That's right.

I'm sorry about
what happened.

I'm working
with Chief Thomas.

I'm helping her prepare
for his service.

Could I talk to you?
Maybe we go get a drink?

Why?

I just want
to hear about him.

Who he was,
what he was like.

Call him a hero,
that's enough.

Officer,

I'm trying to help
your partner's family here.

I-I want to make
his service meaningful.

You heard what I said.

DONN:
Culberson checked out.

He was in Riverside. Also,

ballistics finally got a hit

on those shells found
near where Guzman was shot.

Turns out the gun is connected
to an armed robbery in 1990.

Nothing since then.

Must have just been
floating around.

All right.
Which gives us nothing.

All right, we're thinking
about this wrong.

How do you mean?

We've been looking
at the other guys.

I think we need to focus
on Guzman.

What Culberson described
does not sound like the same man

that everyone else
was talking about.

Like, w-what guy has no
civilian complaints

for eight years and suddenly
has three in two months, right?

Something changed.

I'll, uh, look
at the complaints again.

'Kay.

I didn't mean to listen in.

So whoever killed your officer
is still out there?

Yeah, well,
somebody's still out there.

I wanted to apologize
for yesterday.

Henry and I were
having an argument,

and then your guy shows up and
starts talking panic buttons...

Eh, it's okay.

I know losing an officer
is hard.

I imagine
it brings up your dad.

What happened when he died.

Oh. Uh, you know, not as much
as you might think.

I was very little.

I-I didn't even know what
happened till years later, so...

I just thought you might want
to talk about it.

Hey, what's--
what is that?

Gun safe.

It's biometric, so nobody
can open it but me.

You're keeping your gun here?

What else am I supposed to do?

I don't know,
leave it at the office?

Well, that's
not practical, Kate.

I am not comfortable

having Luna in a house
with a gun.

She will never see it.
I promise.

You can't promise that. What if
you accidentally leave it out?

I know what I'm doing.
I won't.

You're not hearing me.

Wh-Why do you need a gun here,
anyway, huh?

I thought you just held meetings
and gave speeches.

I'm a cop, Kate.
I carry a gun.

I assumed you knew that.

Don't assume
I know anything about you.

You made sure I wouldn't.

Hello there.

BLAKE: I'm a failure.

Not possible.

I couldn't find out anything
about Arturo Lopez.

My guy says
the U.S. attorney's involved?

They've locked it down.
Anyway, I, um, I'm sorry.

I've always felt
that our offices

should work more closely...

Yes, yes.

Did you say the U.S. attorney?

Uh, yeah, yeah.

Huh. Thank you.

Uh, there's actually
someone here.

I'll talk to you later, okay?

Bye.

U.S. attorney?
That's serious.

Oh, you think?

You think the prospect
of Arturo Lopez

sharing what he knows with

the United States Department
of Justice is serious?

What other brilliant insights
do you have?

We need to talk
to Bob Flake.

Fine. Talk to Flake.

But if that blabbermouth
yaps about this to anyone,

I'm gonna beat him with
the seal of the city.

KEN:
Here's the eulogy.

It's just a first draft,

but there's a lot
in there about Guzman.

I talked to some of his squad,
his division commander.

What'd they say
about him?

They loved him.
Great cop, great guy.

Did they mention
any emotional problems?

A couple guys said he had
a hard time after he got shot.

Uh, PTSD, I guess,
but he did therapy,

and they say that
seemed to help.

What about more recently,
last couple of months.

KEN:
They didn't mention
any problems.

What'd his partner say?

He wouldn't talk to me.
It was weird.

He acted like I was
rude for asking.

Because you're not a cop.
You don't get it.

I get it.

You don't even know
what "it" is.

I've worked for the LAPD
for seven years, bucko,

I think I do.

You're like a
pilot fish.

There's the shark, you know?
Then there's this little fish

that swims alongside it.
He hangs with the shark,

he eats what the shark eats,
but he's not a shark.

I'm not a pilot fish.
I am not a pilot fish.

Stop it.

Sounds to me
like the partner knows

much more than he's saying.

I want you to talk to him.

If something was going on
with Guzman,

I want to know what it was.

Yeah?

Abnar Diaz.

I'm with the chief's
security detail.

Here to talk about Eddie Guzman.

It's my day off.

Not mine.

I got nothing to say.

Now you're just
pissing me off.

You're gonna treat me
like a civilian?

Like I'm Ken
with his note cards?

I don't think so.

DIAZ:
Guzman's PTSD never went away.

For a year he wasn't sleeping,
had anxiety attacks.

He put up a front, 'cause that's
what you're supposed to do.

"I'm a big, tough cop;
it's all good."

He was a mess.

Milkovich was supposed
to keep it a secret.

That's why he didn't
want to say anything.

So you say a year?

Anything happen
in the last couple of months?

Four months ago,
he went on a call.

This little girl was choking
on a marshmallow.

Guzman was
the only responder.

EMTs were late. He tried
to help, but nothing worked.

So he and the mom
watched this little girl die.

(quietly): Oh, God.

(sighs)

I guess it really
took him down.

Milkovich was telling him
to get help, but he wouldn't.

Y-You said the wife didn't know
what was going on.

She said she didn't.
I believe her.

A-And the father told you
how happy Guzman was?

He made a point of telling me.

So he lied?

Seems like it.

So you said the,
uh, the shells are connected

to an armed robbery in 1990.

Can you find out who the
arresting officers were

on that case?

Sure.

And, uh, tell Decker
he's got to look through

some more
security camera footage.

They've gone through
all the cameras

near the crime scene.

No, I'm not talking about
the crime scene.

He's got to look through footage

from cameras
near the Guzman house.

I want to find out

what Alexander Guzman was doing

the night his son died.

Leakey.

What are you
doing here?

A little birdie told me
you were asking questions

about Alex Guzman.

And why you would do that
instead of looking for the scum

who took his son's life,
I don't understand.

But I let Alex know.
He invited me over.

You should leave
these people alone.

No. Now please step aside.

Why?

Because I'm chief of police.

Sergeant, I'm sorry.
I know you're dealing

with a lot right now,
but we-we need to talk.

Is Amy at home?

No, she's out.

Good.

This is from a traffic camera
about ten blocks from here.

Shows you coming from the
direction of the shooting

about 15 minutes
after it happened.

We have other images coming.

They show you... doing a route

to and from the crime scene
that night.

What does this have to do
with anything?

We traced the gun that killed
your son and fired on us.

It was used in a
1990 armed robbery

where you were one of
the arresting officers.

I'm guessing you took the gun
off one of the suspects,

kept it for yourself.

Is that right?

Sergeant, we both know
the state your son was in

the day he died.

He was traumatized,

and depressed.

He checked in for his shift
and almost immediately,

he turned off his phone.

And we wondered why he did that.

I think
it was because

he had planned to kill himself,

and he didn't want to risk
anybody calling.

Then he drove somewhere
and shot himself in the chest.

Sergeant, your son was a good
and brave officer,

one of our finest.

An honorable man, like you.

He deserves the truth.

Eddie was in such a dark place.

The death of that little girl...

it... it made him so afraid.

He thought he wouldn't be able
to take care of his child.

I told him that wasn't true.

But...

he just felt worse.
And worse.

How did you find him?

(sniffles)

He left a note,

telling me what he'd done
and where he was.

I guess he wanted me
to be the one to find him.

He trusted me with that.
So I did.

Found him in his patrol car.

He'd shot himself
with some old drop gun

that I gave him.

Of course, if it got out
that he'd killed himself,

he-he'd have
no benefits.

And he's got
a pregnant wife.

The last thing Amy needed

was a-a suicide for a husband.

And it's...

...it's not
what I wanted for him.

So you staged the crime scene.

You shot through the window,
set the car on fire

and fired shots so it would
look like an ambush.

I didn't want
anyone to get hurt.

(sighs)

It's just...

it's not how I wanted my Eddie
to be remembered.

My son was a hero.

(sniffles)

Thank you.

Hey. Look.

Obviously, I didn't know.

Whatever else,
this is a good LAPD family.

They've suffered.

Yes, they have. Which is why
I'd like to propose something.

BLAKE:
Alejandro Guzman

surrendered this morning,
and after being booked,

was released
on his own recognizance.

The D.A.'s office
is considering charges.

Uh, before we get
into questions,

we have an announcement
from former chief Milton Leakey.

Thanks, Blake.

I haven't been
up here in a while.

Together with the LAPD,
I'm creating a fund

to support Edward Guzman's wife
Amy Park and their child.

If you know me and see me,
expect to open your wallet

or there'll be hell to pay.

(soft laughter)

I, um...
(clears throat)

I particularly want
to thank Ab--

Chief Abigail Thomas
for her support in this effort.

It would not have been possible
without her.

Why let him announce it?
It's your idea.

Eh. Leakey has a thousand
friends to hit up.

He'll raise more money
than I ever could.

Besides, he's dying to get back
inside this building.

I let him. Now he owes me.

Hmm. Smart.

Yeah.

I have my moments.

This, uh, eulogy
is wonderful, Ken.

Oh. Uh, good.

I'm glad I got the chance.

Leakey wouldn't speak
at a service for a suicide.

He thought they didn't
deserve it, I guess.

Old school.

Yes, I know that school.

So, um, I want to add something.

We now know the full tragedy
of Eddie's death.

It was a failure.

Not his. Ours.

Our failure to see
the hurt he was feeling.

Every cop knows that hurt.

We go places
that others won't go,

we do and see things
that others turn away from.

It's good, honorable work.

And it hurts.

Too many of us carry that hurt
like a shame.

A poet said,
"There are no strangers here,

only friends we haven't met."

I believe that.

If we are truly friends
to each other,

share the truths
of what we've seen

and what we've done
without shame,

then I believe
the hurt will lessen.

And we can start to heal.

Detail, present arms.

("Amazing Grace" playing)

I'm done here, guard.

Hey, I expect you to call me.

Please.

♪ ♪

(scoffs)

(speaking Spanish)

Wait, no. Wait, wait!
Get away from me!

♪ ♪

Sátiro.

No problem, Chief.

Stan.

Minute?

What's up, Coop?

Some, uh, people
are feeding stuff

about the chief
to the press,

and I'm gonna take a wild guess
that one of those people is you.

Don't bother denying it.

The talk about your
retirement ends.

Your papers
are on my desk tomorrow.

Now excuse me while I talk
to somebody I actually like.

Blake. You heard the news?

Arturo Lopez just got shanked
in county jail. He's dead.

How? Why?

I don't know.
He was a pedophile, right?

Not hard to imagine
how that plays out.

Still, a lot of people
must be relieved.

Arturo knew where a ton
of bodies were buried.

Need a hand?

No, I'm good.

(sighs) Sometimes I pretend
I am my own patient.

And I say to myself, "Kate,
why are you behaving this way?

"Why are you yelling
at your mother

"for bringing something
into your house

that you already
knew she had?"

Uh, what's the answer?

I tell myself,
"Maybe because you haven't lived

with her for so long,
you're scared to."

Are you scared?

(sighs)

Yeah.

Think I am.

I was just emotionally
vulnerable in front of you.

You could return the favor.

Well, yeah, I do
worry sometimes,

about being here with you.

But I do want to be here.

Good.

'Cause I want you here.

So it's okay if I do some
shooting out back later?

(chuckles):
Sorry. That was... a joke.

My father was such
a mystery to me.

I, uh, sometimes think I became
a cop just to understand him.

But I don't want to be like him.

I want to be open with you,
if that's okay.

Sure.

You could actually help out.

Henry and I need to get
out of here and talk.

Maybe you could watch Luna?

No, of course. Uh...

Anything in particular
I should know, or...?

Just hang out.

And, uh, if she gives you
any trouble,

slap the cuffs on her.

Hey, kiddo.

Hey.

Whatcha doing?

Drawing.

Is it okay if
I draw with you?

I guess.

Okay, let's see.

What color
should I use?

I always start with red.

Red? Okay.

Red it is.

(exhales)

Whatcha making, a face?

I'm drawing me on the beach.

How cute.

The beach. Oh, I haven't
been to the beach yet.

Can I go with you?

Sure.

The best part is the pier.

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