All language subtitles for Major Crimes - 05x13 - White Lies - Part 3.AVS.English.HI.C.orig.Addic7ed.com

Provenza: We may not have
been able to connect him

to the courtroom massacre yet,

but we've arrested
his 10 Little Nazi conspirators,

connected them to
the poisoned Thai food,

and you know, Captain,
one of these guys will crack.

They always do.

And when that happens, we'll get Graff.

Well, Graff may have been
involved in the death

of our court clerk, Hai Sun,
but I'm finding it

difficult to believe
that he would help Dwight

shoot up a courtroom.

What did he get out of that?

The entire L.A.P.D. hopping up
and down on his gang, ma'am.

By comparison,
this conspiracy to kill Hai Sun

was simple-minded.

Ridiculous, even.

But Dwight's murders were
intelligently designed.

Not only to conceal information.

But also to eliminate loose ends.

And to stop a prosecutor who was
close to uncovering the truth.

All very deliberate.

Except for the murder of Marco Calderon,

his court-appointed attorney.

And Taylor.

No. Taylor was shooting at Dwight,

who only returned fire, sir.

But Calderon.

Well, maybe Dwight just hated Calderon.

He yelled at him when
we were in court, ma'am.

What if Calderon was targeted, too?

Marco Calderon is the only
outside person

besides Simms who had
regular contact with Dwight.

[Clears throat] Uh, Detective Sanchez,

do you have a second?

Oh. Sure.

Uh, excuse me, Captain, Lieutenant.

So, Calderon might have been
one of the loose ends.

Do you believe there are more?

Yes, I do.

A loose end we haven't
considered until now.

And one that is staring us

straight in the face.

We found Mark's grandparents.

They live in Calabasas
and want to take custody of him.

Are you sure?

We're testing their DNA
and running it against Mark's,

but it seems like it...

Okay, where the hell have
they been his whole life?

His grandparents.

They lost track of their daughter

when she ran away from home

and started hanging out with Aryans.

God. Right.

Mark.

He just lost his mother,
and he really depends on me.

Look. We...

Mark has his own room
in our house, and, uh...

I just got him a bike helmet

so he can ride my old bike, and...

We're catching him up
on his math and his spelling

so that he won't be behind.

Detective, Detective, Detective!

I told you from the start this
was only an emergency placement

until we could find the boy's family.

We deeply appreciate your
commitment to this child,

- despite the temporary nature...
- Don't. Don't!

Nothing...

Don't.

Just, uh...

When?

You could bring Mark
to work with you tomorrow.

I'll come get him when
you're ready to say goodbye.

I'm sorry, Julio.

I truly am.

[Sighs]

[Sniffles]

Tao: Well, the timing seems suspicious.

Dwight talks to Dr. Joe
and says his father's alive

right when he gets a new
court-appointed attorney.

Calderon would have also
received a copy of Dr. Joe's

confidential notes
on Dwight's evaluation.

Well, Amy, Julio, and I can do
a Lexis-Nexis search

on Calderon's clients
and see if there's an overlap

- with our case.
- Good.

We may have movement with
one of our 10 Little Nazis.

Chief Howard, what's the occasion?

Oh. The, uh, L.A. Housing Authority

and Martin Borja are announcing
their development plans at noon,

and Borja's put aside a little park

between the shopping center
and the apartment complex

he's creating where
the Zyklon buildings were,

and he's naming it after Chief Taylor.

Yeah, Pope asked me to represent.

Well, I'm sure that Russell's
family will be very moved.

Before I go, where's Detective Nolan?

He's right in here. [Clears throat]

Flynn: We can put you
in Witness Protection

and give you a whole new identity.

A fresh start? I don't know, guys.

Well, he's not dismissing it outright.

Patrick's an old-school Zyklon.
A legacy.

Everyone thought he'd
move up with the Colsons.

Now he's further out of it
than I am. No way back up.

Hobbs: You're not in charge.
You have no responsibility here.

Detective Nolan, how familiar
are you with this guy?

Very. We bowl.

I drive Patrick home sometimes

when he's been drinking too much.

Maybe a friendly face
would tip the balance here.

Sir. Captain.

I go in there,
and my cover's permanently gone.

That's almost six years of my life...

You've been with the Zs long enough.

This whole gang is about to implode.

We don't need you to work your way up.

We need you to help take it down.

If you can get a good statement

from your friend here implicating Graff,

your time in Zyklon
will be extremely well-spent.

If it helps any, that was an order.

Right. Right.

Okay.

I'll do what I can.

We want your boss.

Excuse me.

We want Jordan Graff.

If he's the one that gave you the order

to pick up the dinner...

Hobbs: Why should you spend
the rest of your life

behind bars instead of Graff?
Think about it a minute.

He may need a little help
re-adjusting to a normal world.

- I don't know, guys.
- Whatever that is.

All, right, Patrick,
let me put it to you another way.

We're about to tear up your whole life

and put you in front of
a jury without an attorney.

Now, if you have information that can

dig yourself out of that hole...

What the hell?

Cappy?

That you?

Uh, no.

Sorry, Patrick.

I'm not Cappy.

Real name is Wes Nolan,

and I'm an undercover
detective in the L.A.P.D.

No way.

I don't believe it, man.
I've known you for... Come on.

It's true. He is.

Shit.

Well, this is... This is not good.

This is really bad.

The brotherhood is finished.
Cooperate, and we can save you.

Otherwise, the next time
you see me, I'll be testifying

against you in court.

And you don't want that
to happen, Patrick.

Really.

[Sighs]

Well, if you got, uh, Cappy on
your side... or, what?

Wes? Or whoever.

Yeah, we're more screwed than we know.

Look, I just want to say,

I was not conspiring
to commit murder, all right?

I would never poison someone.

I mean, especially not a girl.

Or go nuts and shoot up a courtroom.

I mean, that was
the stupidest thing of all.

Certainly was.

Screw Graff. Screw him.

I'll tell you everything I know
about the Zyklon Brotherhood,

including all the cities and towns

where we distribute meth.

Just like you give me immunity

and a new identity

and a new place to live,

and I'll write every damn thing
down and you can check it.

How about that?

You don't implicate yourself
in murder or manslaughter

and you give me Jordan Graff,

the D.A.'s office is good with immunity

and witness protection, yes.

Who gave the order to kill Hai Sun?

She showed up after the Dwight thing,

just like she was expected.

Yeah, that's when Graff,
you know, he sent 10 of us out

to go pick up this same takeout
meal at that Thai place.

Now, I asked him, "Why 10 people?"

And he said in case he needed
to create reasonable doubt.

And he gave the order for Dwight
to shoot up the courtroom?

Maybe.

I can tell you,
our old boss never would have

done anything so nuts,

but Jordan, I mean...

He's just so serious
about the white power.

Hey, look.

Let's go back to the beginning.

Settle in.

Finally. We're getting somewhere.

Let me know how it goes, Captain.

Thank you, Chief. Will do.

And then have you say
I was holding back.

Buzz, while Detective Nolan's friend

is spilling the beans here,
transfer all the video

from the courtroom shootings to RACR.

[Gunfire, screaming]

No!

Hold on.

Rewind, zoom in on Calderon,

and play back in slow motion, please.

Sure. Here we go.

Not the volume, but this is right before

Dwight asked Dr. Joe
to predict what he's about to do

in the next 10 seconds.

And first shot goes off, second shot,

third shot, fourth shot, fifth shot,

sixth shot, and seventh shot.

Stop right there.

Go back slowly.

And stop.

Sanchez: Dwight starts
shooting and Marco's, what?

Hiding his eyes until
Dwight walks towards him.

Or... Scroll forward slowly.

Calderon knew the gun was loaded,

just not that Dwight
would be pointing it at him.

Buzz: I think it's the same guy.

That's definitely Bill Jones.
Buzz, this is him.

You've identified both of
the guys who killed your father.

Well, not legally.

This age-projecting software
is not evidence.

Provenza: Well, we can
talk about that later.

But how did you find
this photograph online?

I did about 60 image searches,

assuming various hair-loss patterns

and different levels of weight gain.

And this is the only guy that popped up

with the name "Bill Jones."

Popped up where?

Facebook.

Oh. The Facebook.

His page is private,
and all I know is that

in his profile picture, he's standing at

Griffith Observatory holding
hands with a kid I can't see.

And the background photo looks
like a used car dealership.

Ah, a used car dealer.

So he never really
gave up the criminal life.

But if we could I.D. that
dealership and we find him,

do you guys have enough
to ask him here for a meeting?

No. If we ask him here,
he'll just disappear.

We need to see if his prints
match the William Jones

I found in Hecht's high school annual.

Yeah. Oh. Looks like
we're back to Dwight Darnell.

Uh, we'll pick this up later.

Let me think of a way to hunt
for this William Jones.

We're very close, though.

Very, very close.

I'm not comfortable charging
Graff with murder or conspiracy

just on this statement.

I agree, although it does
give us a lot of information

on the Z's illegal drug
and weapons trade.

We corroborate what Patrick told us,

and the Z Brotherhood
is out of business.

And that is another loose
connection severed.

Provenza: The Z Brotherhood
a loose connection?

I thought they were
behind this conspiracy.

Well, you said so yourself, Lieutenant,

that there are easier ways
to have Dr. Joe killed

than shooting him on the stand.

That's what that idiot
Patrick just said.

How stupid it was for the Zs
to shoot up the courtroom.

What does it get them?

Well, they got the entire
L.A.P.D. on their backs.

Hobbs: Their property was condemned.

We have a guide to their
drug-and gun-running operation.

But who was trying to
put the Zs out of business?

Someone who decided
the Zs were a liability,

someone who had a lot to lose,

someone who was hopefully
connected to Marco Calderon.

Where are we with that?

Well, Dwight bumped his first

court-appointed attorney,
and Calderon showed up

to advise him
almost immediately, ma'am.

Volunteered.

Oh, out of the goodness of his heart?

Calderon mostly represented
white-collar criminals,

but according to Lexis-Nexis,
he also took on about

five or six pro Bono cases a year.

All for truck drivers who
couldn't afford an attorney.

Here's a couple of examples.

Carl Kubiak was arrested
for smuggling firearms.

Calderon argued that
it was an illegal search.

Got the case dismissed, ma'am.

And another trucker,
Mike Walton... arrested by CHP

in Chatsworth for hiding
ephedrine in his cargo.

Again, thrown out as an illegal search.

So Calderon had
a history of saving people

illegally trafficking drugs and weapons.

Yeah, which proves a connection
to the Z Brotherhood.

But Dwight?

Sykes: It does connect to Dwight because

all the drivers Calderon repped
worked for the same company...

Bullhood Trucking.

And this is important because...?

Because for the past 18 years,

Bullhood's Board of Directors included

Dwight's mother, Wildred Darnell,

and its Chief of Operations...

Jordan Graff.

Who replaced the old Z shot-caller,

Brian Schultz, when
he died two years ago.

Wildred Darnell knows both of
them, and she lied about that.

Maybe she taught her son
to be an Aryan, too.

Hobbs: I think we should see
exactly what routes

Bullhood Trucking drives
and through what cities.

And whose cargo they're transporting

between Los Angeles and Mexico.

Lieutenant Tao's on it right now.

Buzz, would you call up
the video of the interviews

between Marco Calderon and Dwight

when he was in County?

There won't be any sound.

That's okay.
I need to take a look at them.

Okay, so these are
Bullhood's regular routes.

I also have their manifests,
inventories, bank finances.

Where'd you get all
this data from, Mike?

When I ran the company,
the FBI already had

an open investigation on Bullhood,

which despite its name,
is a company owned in Panama

and licensed to operate
in Mexico and the U.S.

It would have taken us months
to track down its owners

and its Board of Directors.

That's just what you would want
if you were smuggling guns

to Mexico.

Or distributing meth

all across the Southwestern U.S.

The main cities Bullhood
services are the ones

Patrick listed as
Z's distribution centers.

But Bullhood must carry
some kind of legal cargo.

Tao: UV glass and lumber
to Mexico, solar panels,

green building materials,
and cement coming back.

But employees of all different races.

The on-the-record overlap
with Z is specifically limited

to Jordan Graff, and during
the 16 years before him,

Brian Schultz.

Andrea, what do you think?

Patrick's statement
gives us probable cause.

You could get a search warrant
for every Bullhood vehicle

currently on the road.

Andy, can you coordinate
that operation with CHP?

It may take a few hours to get
started, but by tonight...

Captain.

We have a video of Dwight and Marco's

visitation, which I've forwarded.

If I could pull it up?

Be my guest.

I found something
that might be interesting.

Ye Gods. All these screens.

Here we go.

So that continues for a while.

And then...

So, Marco gives Dwight some bad news,

news that upset him,
and then Marco calms him down.

How is that?

Well, it would be great to ask them.

Or maybe Simms, who was there,
even if he was out of earshot.

But of course we can't
because they're dead.

Tao: But it could be
Calderon passed along an order

that Dwight didn't like,
then told him where it came from

and got him more interested.

And for once, it was a conversation

that Simms was not allowed to hear.

Are you suggesting Simms told Dwight

to kill Calderon and then
Calderon comes along and says,

"Hey, you have to kill Simms?"

Well, it could have happened like that

if Dwight trusted Calderon's source.

But who was that source?

Who would have profited
from all of this?

We have an interim report.
So far, three of Bullhood trucks

had disassembled M-4s
hidden in the lumber,

and two were caught
coming back from Tijuana

with ephedrine in cement bags.

Good. So now we've got

enough evidence
to charge Graff with murder,

smuggling firearms, drug distribution.

So, the drivers of Bullhood's
trucks will need legal counsel,

and Marco Calderon
is no longer available.

Enter Jordan Graff. Mm-hmm.

You know, for someone
who worked Internal Affairs

most of her career,

[Door opens] you're really sneaky.

[Door closes]

Oh, uh...

I didn't realize
you guys would still be up.

What's that behind your back?

Um...

Well, look. You guys were all so busy.

I figured out a way
to identify the Bill Jones

- that Buzz located online as...
- Whoa.

Nice move, kid.

It's not a nice move, Andy.

Rusty Thomas Beck,
you are not supposed to be

following around murder suspects.

I didn't follow him.

I found out what
car dealership he worked at,

and he tried to sell me a used car.

Or, in his words, "A pre-owned Mustang."

And then I asked him
for a bottle of water,

and he gave it to me.

Plus his business card.

You have to admit, that's good work.

Rusty's not supposed to be
knowingly putting himself

in harm's way.

I didn't put myself in harm's way.

I didn't go for a test drive
with him or anything.

I was in public,
surrounded by a lot of people,

and look, if I am gonna
end up being a journalist,

not every single assignment

is gonna be like an Easter egg hunt.

Okay.

We can use this.

But that is the end of Rusty Beck,
junior detective.

Although, this does bring us closer

to being able to solve two cases
about fatherless boys.

You know what? I'm gonna go grab
a soda from the break room.

No.

I'll get water, then.

Mark, you can't try and run away again.

Then I'll just run away
from my grandparents

when you give me up.

I'm not giving you up.

I don't have a choice.

Here.

Why don't you read
"Make Way For Ducklings"

and watch TV over here for a while?

You can't be where
we're working today, Mark.

Julio, did I do something wrong?

What did I do wrong?

Nothing.

You didn't do anything wrong, Mark.

Okay? It's, uh...

It's just the way the world works.

You're supposed to be
with blood relatives, you know.

Your grandparents.

Bit I won't like them.

I like you.

Mark, you have to give them a chance.

Graff: Knock, knock.

I'm here to meet the driver
you arrested last night

on the specious charge
of weapons smuggling.

Where is he?

Hey. What's the matter?

Do you recognize that guy?

Yeah.

That's Mr. Graff.

He came to my Uncle Henry's house

and he yelled at my mom.

Okay, Mark, it's very important

that you don't tell anyone
else that you know that man.

And I'm gonna explain to you why.

And you have to listen.

Where's my client?

Well, Mr. Graff, uh,
why don't you join us?

Take a seat, please.

And, uh, pay no attention
to these gentlemen.

They're just here in case you
decide to do something stupid.

Now, we would like to ask you
some questions, but first...

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and
will be used... Stop.

I don't need an attorney.

[Clears throat]

What crime am I being charged with?

Well, [chuckles] it's more like a list.

Drug trafficking, arms dealing,
conspiracy to commit murder.

And put together from
a statement given by

one of your fellow
gang members implicating...

Bullshit.

I don't believe it.

Last night, we stopped
every one of Bullhood's trucks,

and we would like you
to consider what we found.

And what we're likely to discover

when we visit Bullhood itself.

Speaking of,
SOB is ready for that search

when you are, Captain.

It's over, Mr. Graff.

You're caught.

You see, Hai Sun's murder

can be laid directly at your door.

It could easily become
a Special Circumstances case.

And the sooner
you recognize that, the better.

[Clears throat] And we're
still trying to figure out

a few things about how
Dwight managed to shoot

so many people in the courtroom.

Hai Sun loaded the gun.

Deputy Simms disabled the stun belt.

But who came up with
the conspiracy to...

No, that was not my idea.

He's caught, and he's still lying.

I have no idea who
ordered... Maybe not.

He hasn't been the head
of the gang for that long.

He was out of his depth.
If Zyklon was meant to be

a casualty, then Graff wouldn't
have known who gave that order.

I want a D.A. in here
to lay out this evidence.

You actually have to prove this,
and from what I see so far,

I'm not going to prison.

But if there is stuff that I don't know

or if there is something for
which I might seem liable,

I am open to listening to options.

Hobbs: I don't have any options.

I think Mr. Graff deserves to be tried

for the murder of Hai Sun
by a jury of his peers.

But we'll see.

Provenza: Since you want a D.A. in here

to present this evidence,

you tell us, what exactly is it

that Wildred Darnell does
at your trucking company?

Not much. Customer service,

client relations, and she sits back

and she collects a fat wad of money.

Look, I don't even want that
damn trucking company, okay?

But Simms forced me to keep it

after Schultz died.

It's not exactly
connected with my agenda.

Simms told you to keep
the trucking company?

Was Deputy Simms your partner?

No. He represented my partner.
Or so he said.

I never met the guy.

I have not heard from him
since that courtroom disaster,

and without Simms,
I have no way of communicating

with whoever it is.

Because Simms, Graff,
and Zyklon were all loose ends

that have been effectively destroyed.

You indicated that Wildred Darnell

was a legacy, too.

Someone you were forced
to hang on to because...?

If you're so interested
in Wildred Darnell,

why don't you go find that
ice queen and ask her yourself?

That is a fantastic idea.
I'm not saying anything else.

Until you get a D.A. in here,
we're through.

[Tires squealing]

- L.A.P.D.!
- Put your hands out

- where I can see them!
- Put your hands up.

Hands up.

This is a search warrant
for Bullhood Trucking!

Keep your hands in the air,
and do as you're told!

This is bullshit.

Hey! When we want you to move,
we will ask.

Don't reach for anything.

Stay exactly where you are.

Hey, you two. Come on.
On your feet! Let's go!

Hands up!

Up against the wall.

- L.A.P.D.!
- Hands where I can see them.

Tao: I have a search warrant
for Bullhood Trucking.

Sykes: Nobody move, please.

Stay right where you are,
please. Don't move.

[Gasps]

- Ms. Darnell.
- Yes, Captain?

Wildred Darnell, you're under
arrest for drug trafficking,

weapons smuggling, and the import

of a controlled substance
with the intent to distribute.

Captain, what's going on?

I think it's time you tell me
who Dwight's father is.

He doesn't have anything
to do with this.

We'll see.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will

be used against you in a court of law.

You have the right to an attorney.

If you cannot afford one,
one will appointed for you.

So, while the search of the
warehouse is finishing up,

Tao matched the fingerprints
that Rusty brought us.

So it's the right Bill Jones.

And that's what I've told Buzz, yes.

Well, the prints aren't evidence.

All you have is Hecht's statement.

I think that will be enough.

And, uh, I feel good
about taking it from here.

With Buzz.

He deserves to go.

And, uh, if you have no objection,
I'll add an observer,

one who will stay
way back from the action.

[Sighs]

[Clears throat]

[Doorbell rings]

Oh. Hello.

Is something wrong?

We're looking for Mr. Bill Jones.

Is he at home?

Oh. I'm Mrs. Jones.

Is it something I can help with?

Bill's just in the backyard.

Is everything okay?

It could be, ma'am.

We just need to check
something with your husband.

Oh.

Well, this way.

Thank you.

Cute little girl.

Mrs. Jones.

If you don't mind, this is
a private conversation.

If you could just wait for a second.

Thank you.

[Laughter]

You ready?

What's wrong?

I'm not sure.

Hey.

Lieutenant, I-I don't know
how I feel about this anymore.

That's the beauty of
the justice system, Buzz.

It doesn't give a damn how you feel.

Hey, uh, what's going on?

Oh, we just thought we would
come by and tell you

that Gene Hecht sends his regards

and has identified you
as the man who murdered

Steven and Jay Watson.

Remember them?

You took their lives during
an ATM robbery way back in 1986.

Gabe.

Mr. William Jones, you are under arrest

for the murders
of Steven and Jay Watson.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be used

against you in a court of law.

You have the right to an attorney.

If you cannot afford one,
one will be appointed to you.

Please. Just...

Don't handcuff me.

I'll do whatever you want.

Put me in a prison nearby my family.

Let me say goodbye to my kids.

Tell me, Mr. Jones.

Did you give Jay Watson
the chance to say goodbye

to his children before
you shot him to death?

Go ahead.

I'll wait.

But not for long, Mr. Jones.

The clock has been ticking
on this arrest for 30 years.

Hey, guys. Let's, uh...
Let's go in the living room.

I got to... I got to
tell you all something.

Come on.

Come on, kiddo.

That's him, that's him, that's him.

Get it, get it, get it, get it, get it.

Gus: I got it, I got it, I got it.

Oh, my gosh. Buzz did it.

He did it.

Don't get out of the car.

Okay, okay. I won't. I just...

I can't imagine how happy
he must feel right now.

Wildred: Growing up without a father

can have a terrible effect
on a little boy.

Dwight wanted someone to look up
to, and he found the wrong man.

That's all there is to it.

This is Graff's work.

Dwight's father? [Scoffs]

He wasn't concerned with...

Graff radicalized Dwight,

made him useless
for the future, and worse.

Dwight's murder
of the mixed-race couples

made his father feel exposed.

Sykes: He didn't want

his go-between with the gang anymore.

Simms had lost control of them anyway.

And if Graff got rid of the smuggling

in Bullhood Trucking,
no one needed to represent

the drivers anymore.

Why would he plot a courtroom
shoot-out, make it look like

a Zyklon Brotherhood terrorist act

unless he was terminating
his closest associates.

Okay. Think of it this way.

Simms knew who Dwight's
father was, and he's dead.

Marco Calderon knew who Dwight's
father was, and he's dead.

Dr. Joe Bowman just recently found out

Dwight's father was still alive,
and now he's dead.

DDA Rosen could have been
following up on Dr. Joe's notes.

Sykes: And now the Z
Brotherhood's destroyed, too.

All the loose ends have been severed.

Sharon: Except you.

Why is that?

Is it because Dwight's father
is still in love with you.

[Cries]

Are you still in love with him?

Do you still see him from time to time?

Okay, would it help you if I told you

that I know who Dwight's father is?

Is she bluffing?

There are some very good clues.

Tao: The cargo going to and from Mexico

is limited to construction supplies.

And who do we know
in the building business?

And who gets to partner
with the L.A. Housing Authority

when Zyklon moves into neighborhoods

and becomes a menace?

Who profits the most when
their properties are condemned,

allowing a developer

to skip right through
the zoning process?

Has it ever occurred to you
that if Dwight knew his father,

if he met him even once,

he might not have joined
a gang of white power racists?

No, you're wrong. You're wrong.

Martin...

Martin Borja is Dwight's father?

Children of mixed-race couples

don't always look like a combo, sir.

I mean, sometimes they greatly favor

one parent or the other.

If he resembled his dad,
I don't think he would have been

so high on this whole
"white power" thing.

No. It had to be Graff.
It had to be Graff.

Or else you're partly responsible

for having hidden the truth
from your son.

But I'm not going to ask you
to take my word for it.

I'm gonna let you check for yourself.

I'm going to invent a letter,
a message from beyond the grave

to you from your son,

and I'm going to tell you
what Dwight would have said

about what happened,
and let you run it by his dad.

[Elevator bell dings]

Wildred: Hi, Melissa.

I'll just be a minute.

Um, Wildred.

Wildred!

Wildred.

I'm sorry.
Martin is on a call right now.

It can't wait.

Yeah.

No, I...

I have to call you back.

Wildred, what are you doing here?

Are you all right?

Sharon: She's in. All units hold.

10-4. We're in the stairwell
on the 28th floor with Wes.

I have been so worried about you.

No, don't.

[Sighs]

I received a letter late last night...

[Sighs]

...from Dwight,

written the day before he died.

He gave it to a prisoner
who got it out of jail to me.

Is it true?

What Dwight said?

Did you have Aaron Simms

tell him to shoot
that D.A. and Calderon?

And then did you have Calderon tell him

to shoot that psychologist and Simms?

Hold on.

Wildred, calm down.

Where is this letter?

Oh, God. How stupid
do you think I am, Martin?

I mean, really.

I-If you arranged all those murder...

Listen to me.

I put that letter in a place
where it can be found

if anything happens to me,
so don't you even

- think about hurting me.
- Wildred!

You can't think I would
ever, ever hurt you.

I've... I've done nothing
but support and love you

- for 20 years.
- Am I next?

Everyone who knew about
you and Zyklon are gone.

You have to trust me, Wildred.

He hasn't admitted anything yet.
This is not a confession.

- Trust you?
- It's about to be.

Oh, my God. Trust you?

You swore to me

that you would give Dwight
the trucking business one day.

You said you would make him a partner.

And you let those Nazis
destroy him. Our son.

Dwight might have been
a totally different person

if he'd only been told who he was.

You used our son to kill people.

Your son killed people. Not my son.

My sons are builders.

Yours was weak and ultimately
better dead than alive.

You never even gave him a chance.

I was gonna give him
the damn trucking company!

Look. Wildred.

How did I know that Schultz
was gonna drop dead?

Or that idiot Graff
would end up in charge?

Everyone take your positions.

Wildred, Dwight went off the rails.

He'd already killed eight people,

two of them children, before
he entered that courtroom.

I made the best use of him

I possibly could, and now we're
out of the crime business.

We're legit. It's over.

Look, I know... I know
losing Dwight was hard for you.

I know it was.

But he was already lost.

Did you really want him caged up
for the rest of his life?

Is this not better?

That's it. Everyone prepare to
take Martin Borja into custody.

Go, go!

Code 3, Code 3!

Gun in the office!

I want all officers
responding to Borja Towers.

Wildred, put the gun down.

Wildred: No, I'm worried
that you're gonna

find a way to buy yourself out of this.

Goodbye, Martin.

[Gunshots]

Drop the weapon.

My God. She killed him while
wearing an L.A.P.D. wire!

Down on your knees

Hands over your head.

Wes: Keep your hands above your head.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can
and will be used against you

in a court of law.

You have the right to an attorney.

If you cannot afford an attorney,

one will be provided for you.

Get up.

Provenza: Borja was right.

This is better.

Tell that to Wildred Darnell.

Okay. Let's go.

Buzz: I'm sorry.
I didn't know we were gonna

be at a crime scene.

And thanks. It was the right Bill Jones.

He confessed, and, uh,
Andrea's making his deal...

life without parole, so...

Congratulations, dude.

And, hey, we have some great video

of you walking the guy out.

I'm gonna use it in the last "Identity."

Are you ready? Because I think we should

shoot this right now
and finish this story up

- while you're still...
- No, no, no, no.

I-I-I'm not ready.

Uh, I still have questions that
I don't have answers to yet.

What? Wait. What...
What kind of questions?

It's all over, isn't it?

No, it... it isn't. I just...

I just left another 11-year-old boy

and his little sister without a father.

And now I keep thinking,

"What's gonna happen
to those little kids?"

What have I done?

What have I done?

[Elevator dings]

Okay, buddy.

Hey, Mark. Ready?

Wait, I want to tell you
I'm sorry I thought

bad things about you
because you were black.

I'm sorry I said stuff about Mexicans.

I don't have to leave here.

I'll be good from now on.

And I can do my entire
multiplication table already.

Test me.

Hey, buddy, listen.

I need you to remember
what we talked about

earlier in the conference room, okay?

And, uh, I need you to be brave.

Can you be brave?

I don't want to be brave.

No one wants to be brave, Mark.

Brave is what we do when we
don't have any more choices.

And going with
your grandparents right now...

It's the best thing for your safety.

I will stay in touch.

Okay? Deal?

Good boy.

- [Sniffles]
- Thank you, detective.

We'll let you know how he does.

Bye, Julio.

Bye, Mark.

Be good.

Here.

Just don't forget me, Julio.

Hey, I'll never forget you. Come here.

But I don't...
I don't want this. This...

I want you to keep
"Make Way for Ducklings,"

though, so you won't forget me.

Take it. I have the bike helmet.

You take the book.

Fritz: No one who's ever been
acting assistant chief

seems to actually get the job.

Well, uh, I think there may be
quite a few candidates

for this office.

[Clears throat] Um, but don't
discount yourself entirely.

I don't think I can maneuver through

the bureaucracy like Taylor.

So far, it's been all balancing
out competing interests,

trying to decide who gets what

without everyone blowing up at me.

I like running SOB.

And I'm very happy where I am.

Would you be happy
if I left Detective Nolan

with you for a while, too?

He's gonna be testifying
against different Zyklons

for at least the next couple years.

He has to go somewhere.

Well, he might be a good fit.

Oh, so, are we in trouble because

Wildred shot her boyfriend
while she was in our custody?

No. No.

I had a talk with Borja's wife.

She understands a huge audit

of her husband's business is coming.

She'll want to save
whatever she can of his assets

for her children.

She's probably not
too anxious to talk about

her husband's mistress, either.

Yeah, about Wildred Darnell...
What happens to her?

What if we turn her over to the Feds?

That's right.

They were already doing

a big investigation
on Bullhood Trucking.

She'll get a new identity,
a nice prison cell,

a parole date.

Also, she wouldn't have to
make her allocution in L.A.

Well, that's kind of perfect.

I don't know, Fritz.

You may have the political instincts

to be assistant chief, after all.

Oh, uh, uh, don't... don't sit there.

That desk is cursed.

Be friends with Amy.

Oh yeah, over here.

Andy, you okay?

Yeah, um, I think Mr. Nolan over here

shoved me a little hard the other day.

Sorry, Lieutenant. Just trying
to make it look good.

Then I... You know,
I think maybe I pulled something

getting out of the van this afternoon.

I-I don't know.

Oh, uh, can I announce
that Dr. Joe is still alive?

Should make his family
happy to visit him.

[Grunts]

Andy!

Hey! Are you in pain? What?

No, just a little...
I mean, what do you call it...

pinched nerve.

[Grunting]

Oh, God, unless it's a heart attack.

Here. Take these.

This is Assistant Chief Howard.
Roll paramedics to Major Crimes.

- Andy, you okay?
- Lieutenant.

Andy.