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Really appreciate your vote of confidence with the DA's office the

Well, it's well -deserved, Detective.

All your hard work has been making all of us look good.

Well, anything I can do to make you look good, or feel good, I'm in favor of.

I'm trying to be careful, Gretchen, but it's very difficult.

Especially these past few weeks.

I know.

Sammy, I know.

It is so hard for me to resist you two.

I like it when you don't resist.

Yeah.

Now.

But it took a while for you to believe that I... I really do love you.

Apparently I have trust issues.

I just needed to be sure.

Of course.

I wouldn't want you to be with me if you weren't sure.

You are sure, aren't you?

I know what I can do.

Push you over the edge.

Oh.

Well, you're very adept at pushing me over the edge.

It seems to be a specialty of yours.

You like it when I push you over the edge.

I love when you push me over anything.

It is not going to be easy to make this thing work, Tracy.

We're going to have to keep it under wraps for now.

I'm painfully aware of that.

I just wish we didn't have to hurt other people to be together.

Me too.

I respect and admire Carly very much.

I appreciate that, Gretchen.

Please be patient with me.

about her i just need to know she's emotionally on firm ground before i

all right i'll wait as

long as it takes i've waited this long

you

know i'm glad you're that kind of woman

One of the things I love about you.

We'll be together eventually.

Gretchen.

I think I'm going to fall truly, madly,

deeply in love with you.

I told you, Lieutenant.

People just have a tendency to open up to me. I don't know what it is.

Maybe it's my charming personality.

My charming personality.

Maybe it's my Catholic upbringing.

People like to confess to me.

Call it a gift.

Detective Bustamante.

Meet my friend and close business with him.

Biggs. Wow.

Biggs, Biggs, Biggs.

Is that the guy's nipple?

That's his nipple.

I think I misjudged you, amigo.

You would have gotten articles on this poor bastard's ass.

Seems that this guy was seen on security camera footage near the L .A. River

base and around the same time Eddie Rivera met his untimely demise.

Later, Ms. Lulu Wei, a physical therapist at a rehab facility, where one

Fitzgerald... was recovering from gunshot wounds, was concerned about a

paid to her by some guy claiming to be a cop.

With her detailed description, the aforementioned security camera footage,

the latest in facial recognition technology, we were able to determine

is, in fact, a former LAPD officer who calls himself Charles Bronson.

When I went to chat with him, he was in possession of an unlicensed .45.

which I had to persuade him to hand over to me without shooting me first.

Charles Bronson.

Imaginative.

I can understand why he's not your houseguest.

When I asked him why he was at both locations, I was unable to determine any

actionable intelligence.

So as not to disparage the badge, I called on my good friend, Cheech the

here, who was able to interrogate without the stringent confines of the

rules and regulations.

And now Chief will confirm what the video evidence ostensibly shows us.

right, Lieutenant.

It was indeed Kevin Fitzgerald who ordered the hit on the late Eddie

Thank you.

Eddie was so fond of you and Mrs. Fitzgerald.

To both of you.

Thank you for saying that, Mallory.

But now it's not just me and my missing wife who've been affected.

It's you too.

And you've had a loss.

I'm very sorry for what you're going through.

Thank you, Mr.

Fitzgerald.

I was very worried that you might have thought I had something to do with Mrs.

Fitzgerald's kidnapping, but I didn't.

I swear.

That never even occurred to me, Valerie.

Look, I know that Fiona, Mrs. Fitzgerald, has

never been responsible for any of the stupid things I've done over the years.

I'm just grateful that she forgave me.

And he was... Very lucky to have an amazing girl like you to turn to.

You're so kind.

Did Eddie say anything to you?

I mean, the last time you saw him?

Well, I do know that he was suffering.

But now you and I need to try to figure out what this Migs guy...

May have had to do with Eddie's death.

And my wife's kidnapping.

Did Eddie happen to say anything about Mix to you?

Just that he was one of the cops that Eddie paid off so he could keep selling

drugs without getting busted. And like I said, he was at the memorial service.

That does make sense.

He's a cop after all.

Investigating Eddie's death.

But, uh...

He may have also wanted to make sure there were no loose ends if he was the

responsible.

Anything else?

Yeah.

He got into a loud argument with another cop who was also there.

And there was this dramatic woman with him.

Dramatic? Like how?

She wore a big black hat with a veil covering her face and Jackie O

You know, dark ones with the big round frames.

She looked like she walked out of an old movie.

I mean, she clearly didn't want to be recognized, but you couldn't miss her.

Isn't it strange that Migs would bring someone along like that?

I'd bring anyone along if he was their unofficial police business.

Kevin Fitzgerald killed Eddie.

Interesting.

Why would that be?

You have the floor, Lieutenant.

Pay close attention, Detective Bustamante.

As you already know, I'm in possession of Migs Fitzgerald's wife.

Our boy Eddie was unwittingly coerced into assisting me with the escape of

Cooper. So Eddie, feeling guilty, blabbed to Mr. Fitzgerald about his

involvement in the deal. Kapow.

The guy has a short fucking fuse.

Definitely sports, sir.

You're likely next on his list, Alan.

And the lady.

The lady in black?

Very so.

Actually, she's the one who shot Mr. Fitzgerald.

Twice.

And he's probably figured that out by now. What the hell were you going to do

with that woman anyway?

Alzheimer's?

I don't know about the Alzheimer's when I snatched her.

It was causing complications.

Complications. I bet.

What was the original plan?

Well, Mr. Fitzgerald started selling drugs with Eddie to pay for his wife's

meds.

He owns a lovely home.

I figured maybe he could pull some money out in exchange for his wife.

Easy breezing.

Maybe it was a little impulsive on my behalf. I just dropped a bundle at the

track, and I owed some really bad guys most of it. These are made guys.

Yeah, it's a tough one.

Not an entirely bad idea, though.

The Fitzgerald guy couldn't really call the cops, and likely he had access to

mucho dinero, assuming that he'd been living in his house for a while.

But you can't neglect to conduct due diligence on these things, you know?

Complete background check. You know the drill.

Not everyone will qualify, but you find a few who do, and you can make a healthy

little income stream.

Are you suggesting something?

Maybe you and I can develop it a bit for our foray into business together.

My methodology could use some fine -tuning.

Thoughts? Well, there are plenty of guys in L .A. with ready cash who can't call

the cops if shit goes sideways.

So we identify them, check them out completely, and then take a wife, a kid,

horse, whatever the fuck they value more than money.

And then we make them pay.

But one time, though. None of this long -term blackmail stuff. That's where

things get fun.

Sounds like you speak from experience.

Let's just say that I learned the hard way.

But I survived, and you will too.

Your methodology is fine.

You just have to be more selective.

Then, once we get paid, we split the profits right down the middle. 50 -50.

I think I like where this is headed.

But I still have a problem.

What? That guy?

That's he.

He.

Wrap it up.

I was wondering when you ladies were going to finish with the niceties.

That is really odd.

What were they arguing about, Migs and the other cop?

I didn't hear that much.

I was a little out of sorts, as you might imagine.

My girlfriend Kim was there with the DA's office, and she told them to chill

fuck out and have some respect.

You know, her being who she was seemed to really freak Migs out.

With the DA's office?

Then the woman in the black hat swooped in and walked him out of there. And then

when everything calmed down, the other cop, he was talking into his collar like

you'd see him on order.

Yeah, the other cop was wired. That's what that was.

Maybe they're on to Migs.

And I was shot by a woman. I remember that much.

Maybe the woman in the black hat.

An accomplice.

I think I know what I need to do next.

Please.

Don't do anything stupid, Mr. Fitzgerald.

If you are onto something here, you're dealing with a cop who's also a

It wouldn't do your missing wife any good if you went and got yourself killed

now.

Eddie was such a lucky guy.

Don't you worry, Mallory.

I'll be very, very careful.

And do me a favor.

If Migs or any other cops

contact you, would you let me know?

Tell me what they said.

And that goes for your friend Kim, too.

Only maybe don't mention me to her.

This is between you and me.

If I hear anything at all, I'll let you know right away.

You're a good girl, Mallory.

Now, uh... Maybe try to get some rest.

All right?

Now, what about this hotel guy?

He knows you took his wife, Lieutenant.

And I know exactly where he is right now.

If you want, I should step in. No, no, no, no, no, no.

You'd have to kill the whole fucking family. The guy, the lady you have, and

don't forget their son, Eddie's friend, right?

And then you have Eddie's girlfriend and her friend down at the DA's office.

You think I need to take out all these fucking people, Emilio?

That's a tall order.

Exactly the opposite.

You don't need to take out anybody.

What you need to do is to return Mrs.

Fitzgerald to Mr.

Fitzgerald so they can...

get on with whatever the fuck life they still have together, and you and I can

get on to our business arrangement.

I return, just like that.

Well, you have to make a more formal arrangement.

You know, meet up with a guy and set the rules of the road, the conditions for

her safe return.

Like what?

Do I still ask for the money? Oh, hell no.

Oh, that'll incite another shootout at the O .K. Corral.

No, no, he's just as deadly as you are.

Now, he's likely not to try to kill you if you just offer to give him his wife

back.

Show some compassion about the Alzheimer's.

And, you know, once you give her back, Mr. Fitzgerald still can't call the

Forget about all the minor league drug dealing. He killed Eddie Rivera.

We have the video evidence of the dead guy there and the rehab therapist

statement. So you're good.

You have your stay out of jail card.

I make it extra clear.

If he does talk, I will take out his whole fucking family.

Exactly.

Well, that's your ace in the hole.

So now, you just need to set up a meeting with Mr. Fitzgerald.

It's an orientation.

Let him know what's to be expected once he gets his wife back.

I think I can do that.

I may need some backup.

Interested in going along?

Absolutely. I think we should make it a family trip.

Mr. Cheech, can you put our late friend Mr. Brunson there on ice for a few days?

I think we'll need him to make a brief appearance at a meeting just to

demonstrate to Kevin Fitzgerald that everyone needs to put in their part.

Just so happens I have an interest in a refrigeration truck parked close by.

I think I like your friend, Lieutenant.

The forward -thinking entrepreneur.

I'll help you guys in any way I can.

And please, fill out the survey card that says you're happy with the service

provided today.

Okay, then, Cheech.

We take care of our friend over there.

I'll call you when we have a meeting arranged.

Thanks, Lieutenant.

Pleasure to meet you, Cheech.

I respect the man who enjoys his work.

Likewise, Detective.

And just so we're on the same page here, I owe this man my life.

And you two may be business partners now, but if push comes to shove, you do

want to be in my bed.

do not walk him home.

Nobody's getting fucked over, Cheech.

It's a money -making proposition and we're all businessmen.

I think you'll reap your fair share of the rewards, too.

The lieutenant always takes good care of me.

Answer. Oh, Christ's sake, Alex. Why didn't you warn me?

Why'd you get so squeamish?

So let me get this straight.

I can't sleep all night because I'm worried about how we're going to resolve

Mrs. Fitzgerald situation, and you're in here getting all rapey with some back

alley whore?

Be quiet.

Have a little bit of respect.

You'll wake her up.

And don't worry about your Mrs.

Fitzgerald. We've got it all figured out.

Who's we?

Me and Bustamante.

Bustamante. Really?

Didn't you guys almost start a mob war the other day? We got it all worked out.

We're business partners now.

Jesus, you can't tell the players without a fucking scorecard.

Okay, what did you two Einsteins have in mind?

Don't worry your oversized cranium, Jacqueline.

Your surrogate mother is going to be fine. She's going home to her husband

soon. Good.

This whole situation has played itself out and I need to move on.

From everything.

And I better get a big fucking cut.

Oh, don't worry.

You're gonna get everything you deserve.

Is that some kind of threat?

Hey.

Who the hell are you?

Jesus, Alex.

I thought your fetish for Asian hookers was a thing of the past.

Oh, is she actually wearing go -go boots?

I'm not a hooker, you bitch.

Oh, yeah.

This is another esteemed member of the medical profession, my dear.

Like you.

She's not coming here for such... Ew, no.

You don't have to worry about that, sweetheart. He's all yours.

This is Kevin Fitzgerald's physical therapist, Lulu.

She's been very helpful to our cause.

Lulu? Really?

That can't be her real name.

Hi, I'm Ray. I can hear you.

And yes, that is my real name, you honey.

Is this the way you call this game?

God damn it, Alex.

Let them hurry.

Lulu, this is Jackie.

One of the greatest people on the planet.

Lover of animals.

Enough already.

Fuck the both of you.

And when you're done with your Laotian whore, why don't you come into the

kitchen and tell me the details of your little plan, okay?

I'm from Chengdu, you imbecile.

China.

Oh.

And I bet you don't even know where I'll sit, you white trash piece of shit.

Okay, enough.

Jackie, go. Get out of here.

And maybe make us some breakfast.

How would you like your eggs, my dear?

Mmm.

All for easy.

Ooh.

I'll give you all for easy.

You little girl.

It's the plan, Alex.

The plan.