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Next message.

Hey, "Alice,"

since that's what you're
calling yourself nowadays,

I have already apologized for
coming to the shelter in Vegas.

I understand it was a big mistake,

but I promise you can trust me.

And I-I need to know
where you and Paloma are

and that you're safe.

Just call me back... please.

I need to hear from you.

And that's it.

The most important message on Alice's phone,

and I have no idea who it's from.

Well, first, congratulations,

because the way you found
this message took hard work.

But why play it for me
instead of the police?

Because if the police find
out about the messages,

they could become a part of
the case against Alice's killer.

But you can't tell anyone
because you're my therapist.

And since I talked about these
during a therapy session,

the information is privileged, so...

You've learned a lot about
how the justice system works,

haven't you?

Why is the guy who left this message

so important to your Alice story?

Because he definitely knew her,

and... and he knew that
Alice wasn't her real name,

and he was looking for
her at the shelter in Vegas.

Alice ran away from him.

And you want to report on
the messages in your vlog

without involving the police

and/or hurting the
prosecution of Alice's killer.

Yes, yes. But how am I supposed to do that?

God.

I-I thought that getting the messages

would be my biggest problem,
but now I have them,

and they've created even bigger problems.

Major Crimes - 04x05 - Snitch

Well. Looks like romance interruptus.

Oh, Romeo and Juliet here

are Breezy and Tamara, sir...

Affiliated with the Monsters.

Our 83-year-old critical

was a civilian taking out the trash...

Mr. Ernest Parks.

Lived in the same house for 53 years.

One shot in the neck,

but he was still alert when
the paramedics grabbed him.

Flynn went with him.

He's got a puncher's chance,
then. Keep me posted.

Loud music, then gunshots.

That's all I got. Everyone's
pretty tight-lipped.

Well, let's search
driveways, alleys, shadows,

canvass the streets.

Oh. Casings are useful.

Now let's find the .40-caliber
gun that they came from.

Or... a witness to go with them.

So, since you're
the only one I can tell

and you're law-enforcement-adjacent,

I-I thought you might tell me where I stand.

Well, first, I have an
issue with your premise.

I'm not the only person you
can tell about the messages.

- Your mother is readily available...
- No, no, no, no.

She's been busy with a bunch
of gang killings for days now.

And her job is very different from mine.

The justice system needs
to prosecute a killer.

I need to identify a victim.

I don't want Alice to
finish up her life on earth

as a nameless, invisible
person on the street.

I have to be her voice.

Hey.

Look behind the screen
next to the green chair.

Can you come inside?

I unlocked the back door.

These messages remind us

we should be careful
hunting for something...

Because we just might find it.

All right. To your main question.

Since you're working

as a journalist and not a detective...

Which I'm never going to be.

The rules about gathering information

are very different.

Journalists are expected

to protect their sources at all costs.

But the police absolutely
must identify their witnesses,

no matter who they are.

You found the gun?

Oh, God.

How old are you?

12. Almost.

Is anyone home with you?

Grandma's at church.

I-I sit at the window to do my homework.

I saw the whole thing.

I even saw the guy who killed those people.

- He lives right over...
- Okay, that's great.

Thanks for your help.

Amy Sykes.

- My name's Amira...
- Don't say your last name.

Listen to me... I'm giving you my card

in case you run into trouble down the road.

Otherwise, I never saw you.

You never saw me.

Understand?

Okay.

Wait.

Don't you want to know who did it?

I'll find him. That's my job.

Don't tell anyone we spoke.

Do you see how serious I am?

Don't tell anyone... anyone... what you saw.

And from now on, stay away from that window.

Tell me you understand.

Okay. I understand.

N-nice to meet you, Amy.

You never met me. We never spoke.

Only call me if you're in trouble.

Our double just became a triple.

Mr. Parks died on the operating table.

Flynn said he never spoke.

God. 83.

Is there any good news?

Uh, the rest of the family lives in Hawaii,

so we don't have to do the notification.

I have a big nothing.

Including no screeching tires
before or after the shooting,

so a drive-by's probably out, sir.

Well, unless our shooter was
environmentally conscious

and used a bike.

I saw cameras at the
mini-mart around the corner.

- Should I...?
- Yeah, yeah. Go, go.

Oh, and take a couple of
patrol officers with you.

Sanchez, are you saying

that someone just stepped
up to these people,

shot them, and then walked away?

Maybe.

Sir, let me check with gang intelligence,

see if they can tell us who
this hood is beefing with.

Each other, maybe.

Found this .40-caliber gun

stashed under the little house over there.

Probably the murder weapon.

Probably the murder weapon?

What makes you say that?

Smells like it was fired recently.

Take a whiff.

Smells like something.

Uh, let's test that, okay?

See what comes back.

Tell me about this gang.

Ma'am, Westside Monsters
pretty much run things

in this radius east of Crenshaw Boulevard.

Our crime scene is on their main block.

Monsters are violent, Monsters are hardcore.

Home invasions, armed robberies, assault.

Mike, what about this gun that Amy found?

Ballistics match its casings to our murder.

And the same .40-caliber was used 5 days ago

in the open murder of Humberto Perez

at his taco truck inside Monsterland.

Perez was killed during a robbery for $219.

Gang unit's all over it,

but they had no physical evidence

until our weapon turned up.

Ah. Sykes found the golden ticket.

She certainly did.

So, no eyewitnesses to this previous murder?

One... a local lady in her 40s
I.D.'d a Monster known as Twizz.

Moniker Database has his
real name as Emanuel Gaines.

But the witness recanted...

Probably after the
Monsters paid her a visit.

They're notorious for the way they retaliate

against anyone who speaks
out against them, ma'am.

When I was in S.I.S.,

we put several people
under Witness Protection

in Monster-related cases,
and it didn't always work.

Maybe the gun Amy found in the crawlspace

will have prints and we
won't need a witness.

Prints only take us so far.

What do we know about Twizz?

Well...

Two years in juvie for assault,

three years in the pen, grand theft.

I mean, he made his stripes in the gang.

He was also at the crime scene.
I have the victim's phone.

Twizz is in a picture with
Tamara taken at the party.

Well, that is not conclusive,
but it is compelling.

So, this young woman who died... Tamara...

She's connected to the Monster gang how?

Girlfriend of our other victim, Breezy.

Breezy was the shot caller of the Monsters

until tonight, ma'am.

Hmm.

Twizz shoots, runs off,

stashes the gun that Amy
found inside a crawlspace.

How did you find that gun, Amy?

Uh, doing door-to-doors.

I walked around a house,

noticed a screen looked a little off.

Stash spots are pretty common in gang areas.

Lucky guess.

A little luck never hurt anyone.

While we wait for the prints from the gun,

let's see what Mr. Twizz has to say.

Okay.

This "good luck" thing is not going to fly.

Somebody pointed that gun out to you,

which means there is a witness.

And eventually...

We will need a name.

Not if Twizz confesses.

Excuse me, Lieutenant.

Rusty, I have no problem
listening to the message again.

Leave me a copy.

But, as I've told you several times,

during therapy, we should
concentrate on you.

T-this... this is me, Dr. Joe.

Finding Alice's name, knowing who
she was... That's what I'm doing.

Okay. Well, let's talk about
why that's so important.

And how does it make you feel?

Oh, my God.

Okay, um...

First, uh, I've put so much
time and energy into this story,

and... and there have been a
lot of problems along the way.

I mean, even... even finding the flier

that Alice posted in the library
looking for work was huge,

and... and that didn't
even buy me the messages.

Thank God T.J. was there

to give me the security
question for her passcode.

- Otherwise...
- T.J.?

Who's T.J.?

Who's T.J.?

Oh. Have I not told you about T.J. yet?

No.

Um, oh, uh, T.J. Shaw.

He...

Well, he started off as a source,

and now he's... you know,
he's kind of a friend.

I had gone to several
other cellphone stores,

and no one wanted to help me,

but T.J. was interested in what I was doing.

And then the more I-I told him about it,

the more he wanted to help me.

Really?

How old is T.J.?

I don't know. Like, uh, 20, 21.

And he took a real
interest in Alice or in you?

What's that supposed to mean?

- Excuse me?
- I'm sorry.

A-as a psychologist, do you not know

when you are asking a
really personal question?

Oh. Do you have really
personal feelings for T.J.?

What?! Who said I have really
personal feelings about him?

If my question was personal...

Look, look, look, D-Dr. Joe,

I am very busy right now.

How the hell am I supposed to
know what I feel about T.J.?

Well...

What would be a good way to find out?

Just so you know,

I'm asking Sharon out on a date.

And it's exactly what I'm gonna call it...

Not dinner, not a family outing,
but an honest-to-God date.

And I'll see what she says.

Okay.

"Okay"?

That's it?

"Okay," you don't care,

"okay, but do you realize

you're risking the whole
balance of our division,"

"okay, it's about time"?

W-w-what does "okay" mean?

All of the above.

And okay, I'm glad you
haven't overthought it.

While you've been at the
hospital and the morgue,

we've been solving a triple homicide,

so excuse me for ignoring you.

Yes, Buzz?

Twizz waived. We're starting the interview.

Well, then why can't I hear anything?

You know why
you're here this morning?

Y'all want to say thanks in person

for all the money donated
to the policemen's fund?

Making bail five times

doesn't count as a contribution, sir.

Well, I ain't been arrested
in like two years, dawg, so...

That may be about to change, Twizz.

We on a first-name basis?

What's yours?

Captain Raydor.

Remember anything unusual
happening six days ago?

We know a woman who says
she saw you at a taco truck.

I'd have to check my calendar, but, um...

Your little man over here took my phone.

Six days ago, you shot
and killed Humberto Perez.

Does that jog your memory a little?

I ain't shot and killed nobody.

Just like I told the other detectives...

That old lady must have me confused

with some other good-looking guy.

We're not confused.

You recognize this, Twizz?

That old lady placed you
at Humberto's taco truck,

using this gun to blow away that poor man.

People lie.

And besides, everybody knows
I don't even like tacos.

Ask around.

We did ask around. We also ran some tests.

Ballistics prove

that this is the gun that
killed Humberto Perez...

Also that it was used in a
triple homicide last night

at a small party that you attended,

given by Breezy and his girlfriend, Tamara.

Well, I wasn't at this party.

They must have lost my invitation.

This photo's from Breezy's phone,

taken two hours before you killed him,

two hours before you killed Tamara,

and some innocent 83-year-old man.

Look at him.

Just trying to figure out
how much evidence we have.

What make you think I woulda killed Breezy?

Maybe murdering Humberto
caused you problems.

Maybe Breezy didn't like
the cops all over you.

Or maybe he didn't like them
selling tacos on the block

without a cut for us, either.

But you know what?
It don't even matter.

'Cause I didn't kill Hubert...
Humberto, whatever his name is.

Detective Sykes.

Hi. It's Amira, from last night?

One sec.

I'll be right back.

I didn't kill anybody.

Does this look
like the face of a killer?

Hey. Is everything all right?

No. He's here now... right outside.

Who's there?

The guy who shot all
those people last night.

What?

Are you sure?

I'm positive. He's here now.

You need to come get him.

I-I told you to stay away from that window.

All right, stand back a second.

Uh, hey, Buzz, I forgot to ask you...

That convenience store near our
shooting, any cameras there?

A fake one.

Owner said it worked well
enough to scare off the winos.

Okay. Thanks.

Okay, Amira, here's what I need you to do.

Since you're at the window,
make sure the guy can't see you.

Watch him, and as soon as he's gone,

I want you to walk down to the
mini-mart around the corner.

It has a pay phone. I want
you to use it to call...

- I can just use my cellphone.
- No, no. Don't.

I want you to use the pay phone.

All right.

I've never done that
before. How do they work?

You put a quarter in the slot, and then

when you hear the dial tone,
you punch in this number.

The one I called you on?

No! No.

You're not calling me.

Do you have a pen?

Yes.

Then write down the
number I'm gonna give you.

Ask for the desk sergeant,

and then repeat what I'm about to say.

Are you ready?

Yes.

Twizz.

This is what you need to be thinking.

We printed every part of this weapon.

Can you guess whose hand

those prints are coming back to?

So now y'all just gonna make shit up.

Well, look, I think I will call my lawyer.

And it was nice meeting y'all,

but, um, this conversation is done.

For now.

Well, he knows he needs a lawyer.

I'll call Hobbs.

So, the gun was key.

You may get lucky.

Something wrong?

Not only has he never dated a guy,

T.J.'s not even out...

To his parents or his brothers,

and he's around them all the time.

He works at his dad's cellphone store,

and he lives at home.

He's keeping a lot of stuff from his family.

Unlike you.

Oh, my God.

I hate when you turn what
I say about other people

back onto me.

What T.J. is doing is... is totally...

totally different than from what I'm doing.

Totally.

Is there any possible way

we can just go back to
talking about Alice, please?

I-I don't have time to
think about T.J. right now.

Things are moving very
quickly here, aren't they?

You can't expect my client to
plead guilty to four homicides

without a proper arraignment.

Why waste all that time?

Look, think of this offer
as the early-bird special.

If you cop to these four murders
and accept life without parole,

I'll throw in a 60-year supply
of cards and dice... my treat.

I'm not copping to nothing, bitch.

Twizz, if you don't take this deal,

you'll end up in a death-penalty trial,

and you don't want that.

See, Bill?

I told you red here liked me.

Lieutenant Provenza, Major Crimes.

Uh... yeah.

We're closing the Monster
gang shooting right now. Why?

But that doesn't mean

he was holding it during the murder.

Having said all of that,

I have to wonder why
we're still sitting here.

Uh, can you hold on?

Amy, go pull the captain
out of the interview.

We have a problem.

And now you're wasting mine, so...

What problem? I thought
we were making a deal.

Would you care to tell us
exactly what this problem is?

Take a wild guess.

An eyewitness?

Who was it?

Well, the caller didn't identify herself,

but the front desk said

that she was possibly a teen, maybe younger.

Anyway, this young girl reported

that the guy who did the shooting

is known around the
neighborhood as Big Hazard

and that she saw him just minutes ago

looking for the gun that
Sykes found last night.

The girl called the front
desk? Not the tip line?

Well, it seems convenient.

It could be Twizz's mother
or sister using a fake voice,

trying to spin us in
another direction, ma'am.

Front desk traced the call?

Came from a pay phone at a mini-mart

very near where the murders
happened last night.

Cameras at the mini-mart?

No.

And, funnily enough, captain,

you're the second person
to ask me that today.

Am I?

Captain, Twizz may be right
for the taco truck homicide,

but he's wrong for the murders last night.

That was someone else.

How do you know that, Amy?

Because...

I have an eyewitness.

Okay, okay.

If you don't want to discuss
your feelings about T.J.,

let's go back to how you feel about Alice.

Thousands of teenage girls
go missing every year,

and you don't know any of their names.

Why is Jane Doe number 38

more important than all the others?

Because I was... I was
around the investigation.

I... I-I knew about it as it was going on.

You've been around a lot of investigations.

Yeah, but none of the
other victims needed me.

Alice doesn't need you, either.

Alice is dead.

Telling her story won't change that.

No, no, i-it will change, Dr. Joe.

It will change how people think of her.

Right now, Alice is just some girl

who disappeared off the street

because no one cared enough to help her.

Sure, Slider killed her, yeah,

but... but Alice also died from
complications related to...

to apathy and neglect.

And you don't have to turn that
back around on me, Dr. Joe.

I already know that that's my
story before Sharon, okay?

I'm...

I'm using my experience

to help me show how hard it is

for homeless kids to catch a break.

So, you have an eyewitness
you refuse to identify? Why?

Because doing so places
her in imminent danger.

But I'm having trouble
making a deal with Twizz,

and if I don't reveal how
Detective Sykes found the gun,

we'll get butchered in court.

It's all discoverable.

We're positive Twizz isn't responsible

for these three homicides last night?

According to Amy's info,
which I'm inclined to believe,

we have a new suspect in these murders.

Jason Albert Deray,

known on the streets as Big Hazard, sir.

Not to be confused with Li'l Hazard

or O.G. Hazard or just plain Hazard.

Apparently, "Hazard" is a title

handed down through the Monster gang

like a-a... like an earldom or something.

Big Hazard was paroled six weeks ago

after serving 2 1/2 years
on a domestic assault.

His victim in that case

was our female deceased, Tamara Roe.

She broke up with Big Hazard

the moment they slammed
his cell door shut, sir.

After which Tamara took up
with our male deceased, Breezy.

Explains why they're both dead.

And twice, sir, in his prior arrests,

he was caught with Emanuel Gaines.

A.K.A. Our good friend Twizz.

Now, if Twizz knew where
the gun was stashed,

it is highly probable that
Big Hazard knew, as well.

Thank you, Julio.

It all sounds incriminating,

but without Detective Sykes' witness,

Big Hazard can't be arrested.

This problem is solvable right now.

Detective, we have ways to
help vulnerable witnesses.

She lives with a family member

who owns their house, so it's not like

packing up an apartment
in the middle of the night

and finding them some cheap
place to live in Palmdale.

We'd have to put their
house on the market...

I'll go to the mayor, get
a special dispensation

to start the process, expedite the sale.

Which could take weeks.

Look, we know what happened.

We have an anonymous tip

that lets us at least question Big Hazard.

Still, we can't unfind the gun, Amy,

or the information it gave us.

And I'm extremely uncomfortable
leaving a murderer free

while you guys figure
out an alternative route

to the clear path we're already on.

If Big Hazard kills again, Detective,

that would be squarely on you.

And if my witness gets killed,

that's squarely on me, too, right?

Look, in addition to arresting murderers,

the police are supposed
to protect the innocent.

Now, I saw helpless kids
thrown into the line of fire,

but that was in Afghanistan, in a war zone.

It should not be happening here in America.

The law allows Amy

to keep her witness unidentified
for safety purposes.

But at a preliminary hearing,
I can compel her to testify...

The prints on the gun

help us get Twizz for the taco truck murder.

Not enough to convict.

But if we can make deals
for both of the murders,

our eyewitness problem goes away.

Okay.

Amy.

I'll allow you some latitude here,

based on past competence
and your Captain's judgment.

But your conscience ends where
the justice system begins.

Understand?

I'm prepared for what happens.

Yeah.

We'll see.

Captain, I want to tell you, but...

Don't.

The moment I learn the name of your witness,

I'm putting her in protective custody.

Better keep it to yourself.

Don't ask her out now.

We're in the big, fat middle of something.

What? We're nearly done.
It's the D.A.'s problem now.

Andy, I need a full
known-associates report on Twizz

as fast as you can.

Right away.

So, we are in the big,
fat middle of something.

Why didn't anybody tell me?

Allow me to elaborate.

I feel what I'm doing for Alice...

I know what I'm doing for Alice...

It's... it's right.

So, what's the big problem, then?

I'm... I'm bothered by...

Yes?

I guess...

I guess not telling Sharon.

And why is that?

O-over the years, we've...
We've built up all this...

This... trust in each other,

and... and not telling
her about the messages...

Makes you feel...

I...

I don't know.

Come on.

Think about it.

This is not one of those
good news/bad news talks.

This is all bad.

Your client's prints were found

on a .40-caliber handgun used to kill

three people last night and one last week.

Four bodies overqualifies you for death row.

Y'all know damn well I ain't
kill nobody last night!

I talk for him.

He didn't kill nobody last night,

but last week, you sure
killed Humberto Perez.

People die every day.

And why y'all so interested in
this Humberto guy, anyway?

Emanuel...

Humberto Perez is a name

that you're gonna remember all your life.

Yes, but if you can convince us

that somebody else killed Tamara and Breezy

and the innocent bystander,
then your life could have

a parole date in the distant future.

I look like a snitch to you?

He does look a little like a snitch to me.

Amy?

There's a woman out here to see you.

Intimidate me and pin murders on me.

Excuse me.

Y'all so tough

with the gun and the badge on.

Homey, take it off and see what happens.

And take this back.

And take her cellphone, too.
She won't be needing it anymore.

- Ma'am, I...
- Do not call.

Don't contact us at all.

You stay away from our
house. Is that understood?

Ma'am, I was just trying to help.

Do you know how the Monsters
hunt people down? Do you?

You're gonna get us killed.

I won't have it.

You stay away!

All of you!

Stay away!

Who is that?

My witness's grandmother.
And she seems anxious.

She may have reason to be.

Let's help her out.

Andy, contact Chief Taylor's office.

I am placing Twizz into protective custody

before transferring him to the
Witness Protection Program.

But he hasn't confessed anything.

Doesn't matter what Twizz said...

Only what his gang thinks he said.

Oh, if the Monsters find out

we put Twizz in protective custody...

Get a warrant. I want to do a
very public search of his house.

A moving truck might help sell it.

Ooh, that's a good idea.

And before I take that cellphone

and figure out who it belongs to,

let's find Big Hazard, bring him in here,

and see if we can mislead
him into telling us the truth.

We're coming.

We are jumping the fence
without fully knowing

what's on the other side, but... here goes.

Go, go, go.

In position.

As a reminder,

Julio and I should avoid firing our weapons.

If necessary, it's your
turn to shoot someone.

Here we come.

Go!

This is the L.A.P.D.!

Gun! Gun! Freeze! I said freeze!

Don't move! Stay right there.

All right, man!

All right, man!

Top of the grill. Nice touch.

Oo-wee!

Hope you're not in any pain.

Hey, what y'all doing over there?

- That's Twizz's crib.
- Twizz?

Does that stand for "Emanuel,"
the guy Captain Raydor

was putting into the
Witness Protection Program?

Could be, yeah.

Twizz is Emanuel.

Man, I want my phone call.

You hear me?

I want the phone.

Bon voyage, buddy.

You think he bought it?

Well, the rest of his
neighborhood seems sold.

Even with those we care about most,

we will often find ourselves

sometimes pursuing different interests.

These messages are an opportunity for you

to decide how to deal
with those differences.

It wouldn't even be an issue except that

part of why I'm able to
tell Alice's story...

A huge part... is Sharon.

And I didn't appreciate

what a big deal it was at the time,

but Sharon taking me in,
that might be the difference

between what happened to
Alice and what happened to me.

But giving Sharon those messages

could make me lose my story, and...

And you don't want to do that.

I understand.

I'm also glad, however, that you recognize

the impact that love has had on your life

and that you want to honor it.

Yeah, but it makes my choices harder.

Sharon's been busy with this gang murder

for the past couple of days, but eventually,

I have to choose what I'm
going to say to her and...

Is that true? Really?

That you have to choose
what you're going to say?

Once you post the messages,

isn't it less a matter of when

and more a matter of how you...

Oh, no.

Look at the time. I'm
afraid we have to stop.

What? Wait... right now?

I know. This session flew by, didn't it?

I'll see you next week.

But I-I don't... I don't
have until next week.

What am I supposed to
do about these messages?

You'll figure it out. I'm sure.

But wait. Hold on. Let's
just... can we... can we just...

Let's just play a game of chess.

Sorry. I have a conference
call in five minutes.

Maybe next time.

Well...

Thanks for nothing.

You're welcome.

Bye-bye.

Going by what I learned from Twizz,

the Monsters were your gang,

but by the time you were
released from prison,

Twizz says this younger dude, Breezy,

was telling you what to do.

He was sleeping with your ex-girlfriend.

Tamara?

I never cared enough about
Tamara to catch no bodies.

My client invoked his right to counsel.

You can't elicit responses from him.

He hasn't said anything that
we don't already know, ma'am.

I know he didn't care about Breezy.

I know you didn't care about Tamara.

I know you didn't care

about the old guy taking out the trash.

I saw their bodies. I know you did not care.

My client denies any involvement

and/or knowledge of these murders.

Well, he can deny it all he wants.

We have an eyewitness
who saw you stash the gun

underneath a nearby house

after you shot three people.

Here we go fishing.

And your client
can't intimidate Twizz,

because we have him in protective custody.

You choosing Twizz over me?

You know what he done, and
y'all choosing him over me?

- Is that it?
- Hook, line, and sinker.

I hate to put the cork
back in the champagne,

but we don't actually have
Twizz's statement yet.

Look, we know that Twizz killed

the taco truck driver, Perez.

We just can't prove it.

Uh-huh.

What if you could?

D.D.A. Hobbs might accept a plea

if your client witnessed the
murder of Humberto Perez.

I give up Twizz, what happen to him?

Life in prison.

But you need to make up
your mind right away!

Hobbs makes a deal with Twizz,
we don't need you anymore.

Hold up.

Wait up, man! Where y'all going?!

Do you not understand
what "right away" means?!

Who the hell cares what
happens to you, anyway?!

I'll let Twizz walk just
to see your sorry ass

on death row!

We are not here to hang out with you.

Do you want to help, or do you want to die?

Don't let them... make them stay.

Twizz can't do this to me!

I'm sure as hell gonna see him in prison.

That shit's got to happen!

Miriam?

Show us the evidence against my client

for the triple.

If it's compelling,

we can discuss what my client will say

in exchange for taking death off the table.

Hypothetically.

Oh, my God.

It's only a start.

It's a good start, but we'll see.

We still need Twizz's statement.

Well, from here on out,

it's just a matter of who
can lie better... Them or us.

Then we're home-free.

Tao. Tao.

Can you make my phone work with my printer?

S.I.S. just sent me

this new picture of Twizz's crib.

Hmm.

Oh.

Aha.

Well, Mr. Twizz...

I'm afraid you're running out of luck.

When did this happen to my house?

A couple of hours ago.

Now, your fellow Monsters
may have misspelled it,

but I'm pretty sure that that tag means

that you snitched on a homicide.

Might be because we just
arrested Big Hazard for murder.

What?

Walk me through this.

Maybe we've let people assume

your client is going into the
Witness Protection Program.

You see, Twizz, we hid out

where the stashed gun was found last night.

What?

And when Big Hazard went back
for it, we surprised him.

And he may have jumped to conclusions

as to how we happened upon the weapon.

Conclusions he spread amongst other Monsters

once we gave Big Hazard his phone call.

Poor Mr. Twizz.

I'm afraid your old friend
no longer thinks of you

as the fine, upstanding gang member

that we know you to be.

Now, Big Hazard not only told us

about your adventures in taco truck land,

he also gave you all the cred
for the triple last night.

We have the evidence to arrest your client,

but do you really want him in county lockup?

I mean, considering how his
gang deals with talkative types?

Now, we'd love to offer
him protective custody,

provided he does something worthy of it.

Unh-unh. Hold on just a second.

Hypothetically...

We tell you about what Big Hazard did

and we clear up the taco truck incident.

My client should get

a parole date attached to his sentence,

which should be served under another name

in a federal prison far, far away.

- Somewhere warm.
- Warm?

We can make it hot as hell.

But first, you need to answer one question

before the D.A. comes in.

If you didn't want Tamara and Breezy dead,

why did you give Big Hazard
the gun you shot Humberto with?

Hypothetically. He's admitting nothing yet.

It was Big Hazard's gun.

Well, originally.

Should have moved it
when he got out of prison.

I didn't think that he would
be so mad over Tamara.

All this bullshit over a taco truck driver?!

You people don't have nothing better to do?!

Well, as it so happens, no.

We don't.

Well, the need for your
witness just vanished, Sykes.

Right before our very eyes.

Thank you, Captain, Chief,

for, uh, giving me a little rope.

That little rope helped us
tie together four murders,

and the girl you protected is a hero.

I have an idea about how to honor her.

Very quietly.

Let's go over that.

We need a no-risk approach.

Um...

Since we're pretty much done here,

I was wondering if we
could go to your office...

Hey, Sharon, uh...

Do you have a sec?

Uh, hold on.

Andy, what? What? What?

Uh... no, that's okay. Go ahead.

I-it'll keep. It'll keep.

__

__

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These messages are not
related to Alice's murder.

But I'll copy them to the defense.

Fat load of good it'll do them.

Um, what... What about the
outgoing message from Alice?

Do I need to keep that?

No. I recorded it all.

Okay. I-I have to get back.

No, b-but wait. Um, Andrea, um, sorry.

Uh, just one more thing.

Can I post those messages to my vlog?

Only because I can't stop you...

Freedom of the press and all.

I have to get back to Big Hazard.

Thanks for the preview.

You're welcome.

She's irritated with me.

Well, you may end up identifying Alice,

and she will have to change
her approach to the whole case.

She will still get a conviction.

Good. Good.

Uh... have you eaten yet?

Do... do you want me to wait for you?

What a good idea.

Um...

I won't be long.

Wa... uh, Sharon.

I want to be sure you know, um...

I know I-I don't show it a lot, but...

But you're way more important to me

than any story I'll ever tell.

Even about Alice.

Thank you.

I am so proud, though,

that you want to speak up for her

and that you were worried
enough about hurting her case

that you brought us those messages.

Yeah, that... that was
never really an issue.

I'll just wait here for you.

Okay.

Uh, here's a list of
Twizz's known associates,

if we still need them.

Oh, well, we may.

Once he's locked up and
he trusts that he's safe,

he may want to trade

some of his fellow
Monsters for luxury items.

Yeah. Like, uh, eggs and hamburgers.

Uh, listen, you know,
since it's calmed down here,

uh, what do you say to dinner tomorrow?

At Serve.

It's new, it's, uh, nearby,
and people say, uh...

Well, people say

it's one of the most romantic
places in Los Angeles.

R-romantic?

Well, that's... that's how it's described.

Oh, I see.

Uh, um...

Uh...

Fine.

Uh...

Where's Hobbs?

She's in Interview 1, I think.