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Well,

now that Mr. Guns is dead, looks like you'll be moving in.

This is my city.

I incinerate all the garbage. The surveillance team saw Dr. Sloan at

Beach Club yesterday.

Why wasn't I informed about this? Dr. Sloan, you are under arrest for the

murders of Gordon Gonza and Spring Dano. You're saying you were framed?

Brilliantly. Dr.

Mark Sloan, I hereby sentence you to death by lethal injection.

Mark.

Welcome to hell, my old friend.

Chief Masters was right, Steve. It's too soon for you to go back on duty.

I can breathe and I can walk. That's all that's necessary.

You almost died.

You've only been out of the hospital two weeks. You need rest.

Not until you're out of here.

Look, I don't want you risking your life.

I want you alive when I get out of here.

It's not only about you, although that's enough.

I can't let Malcolm Traynor get away with this.

You know, I'm not certain that he's responsible for this, but he is

and I am the one to put him in here.

You'd have to be brilliant to engineer such an elaborate setup.

And have somebody on the outside.

His brother's as smart as he is.

He's also the accountant for the Gonza crime family.

You know, somehow that mob war and my frame are connected, if I could just

figure out how.

Don't worry, Dad.

I will find out who's behind this.

Steve, be careful. Whoever shot you is still out there. Don't give them a

chance to get it right.

Brother Ian had the most remarkable news.

The state Supreme Court agreed to hear my appeal.

It seems the main witness against me turned out to be a homicidal psychopath.

Oh, good morning to you, too.

How are Eddie and Ross?

You know better than to sneak up on a surveillance team.

And sneak up? I hobbled up.

You're supposed to be on medical leave.

Does that mean I can't visit my friends?

Not when your friends are watching suspects and you're shooting.

Besides, I'm not your friend anymore.

You're not.

I put your father in prison. You hate me.

And if you don't, you should.

You're just doing your job.

Following the evidence where it led you.

You weren't wrong.

The evidence was.

Stop right there, Steve.

If you want to retry the case, do it in court, not my car.

How many murders has my father solved?

You really think he'd kill Gonzo with a binary poison and then leave a signed

receipt for the stuff laying around?

Your father thought you were going to die. He wanted revenge. Rage makes you

stupid. Not that stupid.

Would you leave a murder weapon behind with your prints all over it?

He was caught at the scene. He didn't have a chance to lose the screwdriver.

Immediately after the trial, Carmen Martinez, the major witness against him,

disappeared.

You don't find that strange?

The case is closed.

Guess who has a cell right across from my father?

The murderer he caught.

The murderer who killed his wife with a binary poison.

Malcolm Traynor.

Brother to the Gonza family accountant, Ian Trainor.

You don't find that an amusing coincidence?

How is he?

He's dead. Get your hands off him.

What, do you guys just sit around here and watch us get smoked? Is that what

guys do?

Huh?

We didn't want to get in your way.

The last person to stand in the way between you and control of the Gonza

organization is dead.

Is that exactly what you wanted?

I'll call this in.

I find out if you had anything to do with what happened to my father, I'm

to wish you were ready.

Tira!

Doc.

Death row is like being on the first class section of a plane.

We are the elite.

We get all sorts of special attention.

We have our own cell block, our own guards, our own cafeteria, even our own

common room.

No overcrowding here.

No reason to be with the riffraff.

Hey, Malcolm.

Stanley! Yeah.

He chopped hitchhikers into little pieces and kept their heads in his

But he's a wonderful bridge partner.

Not bad at backgammon, either. Oh, that's right.

They're not like us.

They're murderers.

We were framed.

Oh! Oh!

Your wife loved you, Malcolm.

You rewarded that trust and devotion by poisoning her. Technically, she poisoned

herself. You put glyburide in her cereal, and later when she took her

shot, she went into diabetic coma.

Two drugs interacting to cause death. Minorly poisoning.

Or an unfortunate accident.

Happens every day.

Like the poor unfortunate dishwasher that mixes Ajax and ammonia and dies

the chlorine gas.

But twist the facts just enough.

Give it a fancy name like binary poison, and suddenly bad luck looks like

premeditated murder.

Your wife discovered that you and your brother were using her family's century

-old accounting firm as a front for laundering money. That's why she did it.

but you weren't so obsessed with binary poisons.

Both of us might be chatting in a park somewhere in her brilliant blue sky.

Instead of standing here basking in the glow of fluorescent light.

Is this it, Malcolm?

Is this the moment that Gordon Gossett and Spring Dano died for so that we can

stand here and have this little chat?

Among many others, I trust.

Oh, that sounds like an awful lot of trouble to go through just for a few

don't you think?

You must be relieved that Steve healed so well on his own.

Especially since there's nothing you can do for him anymore.

Look, I am here.

You got me. You leave him alone.

No, no. You never know who he might see today and who might be sitting on a

bomb.

I just hope he doesn't get too close.

I mean, even if he survives, it'll... Burns get infected so easily.

I'm going to adjourn on my son. You tell me!

It's been over an hour since I gave you my report on Eddie Tampa's death.

Yes, thank you. I sent it over to Detective Peek at Crash.

You sent my report to the street gang unit?

That's right.

These are high -level members of an organized crime family.

Sir, I caught a glimpse of the shooter. Good, then Crash will be happy to take

your description.

Expect a phone call.

What about Tony Velarde? Was his murder gang -related? Well, you'd have to ask

Detective Mitchell at the Tarzana station. It's his case now.

Gonza's underbosses are fighting each other for control of his empire.

This is a mob war. You can't just ignore it. I'm not ignoring it. Whoever killed

Gonza wanted this war, and by letting it happen, we're helping him.

Detective, I believe it was you that convinced me that Gordon Gonza was

by Dr.

Mark Sloan.

What if Dr. Sloan is innocent?

Well, I suppose that would make you wrong, wouldn't it?

Yes, sir, it would.

Am I dismissed?

Okay.

Thank you.

Guard.

Guard, guard, wait.

Guard.

I need your help.

My son is in terrible danger.

Yeah? Yes, they're going to kill him.

I need your help to get a message to him.

I can do that.

You can. Oh, thank God.

Sure, I can do anything I want, because I'm free.

You, on the other hand, can't do anything but make up ridiculous stories

waste my time.

No, no, wait. Wait. God, they're going to kill him. You have to help me.

Look inside.

Good.

What do you see?

I think it's empty.

That wallet is full of cash.

I don't understand.

There's $5 ,000 in that wallet, and you have 30 seconds to hand it over. Go. 30.

29. 28.

27. 26.

25. The cash trainer.

21. 20.

19. Time is a -waiting. 17. 15.

Thank you. 12. 11.

10. 9.

8. 7.

6. 5. 3.

2. 1.

Now, how did that make you feel?

A little bit concerned, perhaps even a touch nervous? Hey, man, what do you

from me? I want you to feel exactly the same way I do every time someone asks me

for their money. I want you to share the sensation of running a multi -million

dollar enterprise and not being able to draw enough cash to pay for a secretary

or a mortgage payment or a parking ticket. Look, it's not my fault! Really?

Look, Gordon Ganza...

hid his assets in hundreds of accounts. Even I don't know where they are. 30,

20, 10, 9,

8, 7, Make it easy. 3, 2, 1.

I guess watching all those Sesame Streets finally paid off, huh?

I'm having a very private conversation with my accountant, detective.

I noticed.

I'd wait, but I prefer to talk to Traynor while he's still alive.

Nothing's going to happen to my little buddy here.

Not in the immediate future, anyway.

Nice cane.

Look.

I don't want to press charges.

What a surprise.

I thought you liked putting people in jail.

What are you talking about?

You tell me.

I'm not looking for any new clients, Detective Sloan, so... If you'll excuse

I've got work to do.

I came here to threaten you, trainer.

Mess up your office.

Maybe even mess up your face.

But you know what?

I'm not going to bother.

I'm just going to leave you alone with your conscience.

Am I supposed to thank you?

You're supposed to come crawling to me for protection.

You might even get it, too.

After you admit what you did to my father.

Here's my card.

I suggest you try to page your number.

I don't think Kanan's going to let you live until I get around to checking my

messages.

The same shooter that killed Eddie Tampa gunned down Steve.

And that shooter is Roth Kanan's driver, Oz Tatum.

Now that all of them are dead, Kanan's practically running Gonza's

Kanan had me shot so he could kill Gonza and pin it on somebody outside of the

organization. My father.

Kanan knew there'd be a struggle for power after Gonza died.

And he positioned himself to take over.

Detective, uh... I was under the impression that you were on sick leave.

I'll heal much faster once my father's out of prison, sir.

Yes, I'm sure you will.

But in the meantime, until you're back on active duty, leave the police work to

the police force.

And I have something here for you, detective.

Somebody is blackmailing two city council members to sway their votes. I'd

you to look into that for me, if you would, please.

We have to move on Kanan now before he can consolidate his power and rebuild

Gonsa's organization.

No.

At least let me question his driver.

You have your assignment.

Thank you.

Yes, sir.

Detective Getwell, sir.

Drop the case. I didn't. The chief did. If we don't do something, Kanan is going

to control organized crime in the West Coast, and my father is going to be

executed. If I go against Kanan or his driver, I am violating a direct order

from the chief of police. And you'll be letting my father die for a crime we

both know he didn't commit.

I'm still on medical leave.

There's nothing stopping me from talking to Kanan's driver.

Steve.

Suddenly I'm feeling a little sick myself.

Come with me.

The warden said to put the call in to you. Who is it?

The morgue.

Mark Sloan.

Listen, I've probably abused my authority as county medical examiner to

you, but this just couldn't wait.

How bad is it?

Amanda, how badly is he hurt?

You know about the bomb?

Please tell me.

I'll let him tell you himself.

Dad? Oh, thank God. You all right?

Well, I'm a little charred around the edges, but I'm okay.

It's a good thing I'm slow on my feet these days.

How'd you know about the bomb?

Malcolm Traynor.

It figures.

We found Spring's landlady, Carmen Martinez.

Unfortunately, we didn't get to her in time. She's dead.

Well, that's not surprising. She was the only one who could testify that I was

framed. And we got the shooter, Oz Tatum. He's the same guy that killed

Tampa. He's also Ross Kanan's driver.

Will he talk?

Afraid not. He was killed in the explosion.

Don't worry, Dad. It's not over yet.

We must be getting close so they wouldn't be rushing to cover their

corpses.

Listen, just make sure you're not one of them, son.

That's the plan.

Bye, Dad.

What a tragedy that the landlady and the shooter are dead.

How will you ever prove your innocence?

Maybe someday, though.

If you pray very, very hard, you may get the same good news I got today.

Oh, the State Supreme Court heard my appeal this afternoon.

With luck, I could be back at my house by this time tomorrow.

Nighty -night.

What is this all about?

And why would you nail this to my front door?

It means that I, on behalf of the Certified National

Bank, am repossessing this house and putting it up for immediate sale.

Shh. Shut up.

You see, this house belongs to Ganza Holdings, which means it now belongs to

Actually, um, sir,

Ganza Holdings is seven months in arrears on its payments and not just on

house.

I'm afraid that we're simultaneously foreclosing on the

cabin in Big Bear, the Wilshire Penthouse, the San Francisco... Hey!

One more word out of you and I'm going to nail this thing to your face.

Okay?

Get Schrainer down here now.

Move! Police!

Put your hands up! Come on, right there!

Take him upstairs!

Oh, no.

Come on, you keep hitting on me like this, people are going to start to

Yeah?

Go ahead, Kanan, show me what a fast draw you are.

Put down the gun.

Down on your knees.

You are under arrest for the murders of Tony Velarde, Frankie Caprice, Mick

Stein, and Eddie Temple.

Yeah, yeah.

Hope this doesn't hurt your credit rating.

Just a couple of months ago, you were Gordon Gons' towel boy.

Now you're running the whole operation.

I guess those motivational thinking tapes really paid off. That and a half a

dozen murders.

Turning tragedy into opportunity.

I think that was tape number six.

How about turning Gonzo's chauffeur into your own personal hitman?

Which tape was that on?

Where's my lawyer?

He's not coming.

It's a funny thing about lawyers. They like to get paid.

Seems Gonzo's retainer check bounced.

You're on your own.

Listen, butch boy, I need to make another phone call.

It's all caving in around you.

The murders, Gonza's empire.

There's no one who can help you, not since you blew up Octatum.

Listen, sweet cheeks, why don't you do something useful?

Get me a phone.

You can't afford a real lawyer.

You'll be stuck with some green public defender.

Just imagine what kind of deal he'll get for you.

We're your only hope, Ken.

But who knows?

Talk it up, say the right thing, maybe you'll get witness protection.

end up in a track house instead of the gas chamber.

What the hell is going on here?

Get out.

Come on, get out. What do you mean, get out?

The man's under arrest as a murder suspect. Not anymore, he isn't. Let's

Easy now, all right? All right, sweetheart. Take it easy, pal.

Aren't you supposed to be working on another case? And aren't you supposed to

on sick leave?

The man you just set free is the new head of the Gonzo organization.

He's a reason my father's in jail. He could have told us everything.

He sure could have.

Then why did you let him go? Because he works for me, Lieutenant.

You've returned to see me a fair moment with the world.

Ross Kanan is a police officer.

The reason you held us back is so Kanan could take over.

There you go.

Exactly how much of this mob war was your idea, sir?

Look, Steve.

Ross Kanan had absolutely nothing to do with the murder of Gordon and Gonzo or

any of the others.

How do I know that?

Because I'm telling you that's how.

State Supreme Court just reversed Malcolm Traynor's conviction.

You could have told us you were a cop.

I'm not going to blow my cover to save your little ego from being bruised.

My cover is my life. I lose it, I die. I'm a cop just like you. No.

No, you are nothing like me.

You have absolutely no idea what it is like to walk away from your life.

To wake up every morning and be someone that you despise.

You can't even look at Ross Kamen.

Why don't you try being him for two years?

It's all paying off for you better than you ever imagined it would.

If it wasn't for this mob war, you'd still be a low -level thug.

I never killed Genza or anyone. I still know where that line is drawn.

And who the hell are you to second -guess anything that I do? I take my

directly from the chief and no one else.

So do I. Fine.

That's what worries me.

If anything ever happened, it would always be his word against ours.

Well, we'll never come to that. He'll always stand behind us.

I've worked with him for three years.

Don't count on it.

Three years?

What the hell did you do wrong?

Pulled me off a homicide to head his personal task force.

It's pretty funny.

In the same task force all these years, we never bumped into each other.

Let me ask you something.

Sure.

You ever seen the chief grab a handful of chips and a cookie, cracker,

Let me ask you something.

Sure.

At Ganza's place, the night he died.

Yeah.

If the chief hadn't come between us, what would you have done? I'd have

your faith.

See you around, lady.

Later.

You know, one nice thing about being in prison is you have lots of time to

think.

What if this never had anything to do with me?

But you're in there, and so is Malcolm Traynor.

Besides, he knows too much not to be involved.

I didn't say he wasn't involved, but this was never about framing me. I was

a fringe benefit.

So what is going on?

The mob war, my frame, all a distraction to keep us from seeing what was really

going on.

A theft.

Exactly.

The Traynor brothers run the accounting firm that handles the mob's money. They

sparked this war so that the mob would be so busy shooting at one another they

wouldn't see that their accounts were being drained.

And by framing your father for Gonza's murder, the Traynor's found a way to get

Malcolm out of prison and get their revenge.

Apparently Malcolm did some thinking while he was in here, too.

So now that we know the truth, let's go to the D .A. Let's get my father out of

here. Well, knowing the truth and proving it are two different things, D.

So how do we prove it?

Well, we can start off by you and I finding that mob money.

There is no mob money.

It's all gone? I have poured over every account, every dummy corporation.

Your man Kanan might be able to dig up enough for lunch if he eats light.

How much is missing?

Well, the records Kanan gave me are slightly confusing, but...

It looks like someone walked off with something like half a billion dollars.

Me and Traynor.

So my father was right.

Killing Gonzo was just a distraction, along with the mob war that it touched

off.

If there was a mob war.

Most of those people were shot by one person.

Oz Tatum, Kanan's driver.

But we know Kanan wasn't sending him out on hits.

Don't we?

And when Tatum stopped being useful, Ian planted a bomb in his car, which not

only silenced the one man that could finger him... But increased the heat on

Kanan, who was asking Ian too many questions about the missing money.

I think we just proved that my father's innocent.

Well, Steve, it's certainly all talk and supposition right now. The trainers are

still calling the shots.

However... I think it's time that changed.

You want any of that stuff?

All I want from this place is a memory.

And this is it.

It's a shame I won't be here to see you take that long, long walk.

But I'll be dreaming about it.

Oh, and don't worry.

I'll look after your son for you.

Hello, Malcolm.

You? Yeah, it's me.

Relax, Malcolm.

Where's my brother?

He's in the back.

Buckle up.

It's a long night.

Get out.

Get out.

You know, you and your brother killed a lot of people to get guns and money, you

know that?

I've been in prison for seven years, and I've never killed anybody.

You're making my department look bad, Malcolm.

Well, maybe it's a bad department, huh?

You know, I should have shot you seven years ago when they read that verdict.

As a matter of fact, I'm thinking about that right now.

You can't do that.

Why not? You'd do it.

You know, there used to be a time when they would bring guys like you out here

and shoot you right between the eyes and dump you in a hole.

Something about that that worked for me.

But I'm not going to do that.

Today.

I'm going to tell you something, Malcolm.

Somebody's going to pay for what you did to the Sloans.

It's either going to be you or your brother over there.

Take your pick.

But you will pay.

You can pick your car up at the police impound.

Get up.

Don't give me a hard time.

Bring cash.

They don't take checks.

The entire guns organization is bankrupt.

The last piece of property to go is the apartment building Spring Dano lived in.

Obviously, Ian had a sensitive time.

We spent years going after L .A.'s biggest organized crime operation with

everything we've got, and the trainers take it out in six months with a

and a checkbook.

So where's the money?

Uh... Ian's smart. He didn't leave a trail.

Our best guess is that it's been wired into a numbered account in the Caymans.

Where it sat for probably about ten seconds before being scattered into a

hundred accounts across the world.

And each one of those would have been passed on to another hundred accounts.

I don't think so.

Look, Ian knows that any electronic transfer is going to be picked up

later. So what's the alternative?

Gold? That much gold leaving the country would have been noticed no matter how

hard he tried to cover his tracks.

I think it's cash.

You know, if the federal government keeps track of any cash transaction over

,000... How could Ian have liquidated all of Gans' assets without bringing

the IRS on him?

Hmm, no.

The chief is right.

By the time the feds figured it out, the trainers would have bought themselves a

country and been safe from extradition.

That still doesn't get us any closer to where the money is.

If it is in cash, it's still in town. The trainers wouldn't want to risk

control of it.

Well, it's got to be one of the Gans' holding properties, then.

I thought they'd all been repossessed. Or sold. And in this case, they're the

holding company owned by the trainers.

We're going to have to track down ownership of every one of these

We don't have time.

We've got to find a way to narrow down the list.

Well, where do we start?

Gonzo owned everything from a shipyard in Long Beach to a luxury hotel in

Pasadena to a warehouse in Indio.

Indio?

Empire Storage off of Highway 87.

What am I missing?

The cab was on compromise in 1986.

Following L .A.'s last mob war, Southern California was split into chunks and

divided among three organizations.

Gonza got L .A., but he had to give up all his holdings in the desert.

Including everything he ever owned in Indio.

Malcolm didn't show up for breakfast this morning. Did he call?

No.

Back him down for me, will you? Mm -hmm.

And then tell the boys I want those financial projections on the Lichtman

investments. I want those by noon today.

See, I've got a meeting with Larry Goldstein in ten minutes. I want April

bring me up their statements.

You can cancel the meeting with Larry and tell the boys they can take their

with those projections.

Get my lawyer on the phone, will you, Valerie?

Tell us about the warehouse in Indio.

Oh, better yet, why don't you show us?

We call this a search warrant.

What is it you guys are looking for?

Several hundred million dollars that you've cashed out of mob accounts.

Okay, Ian, open it.

Look, I insisted we wait for my... I said open it!

It's not here.

Where is it, Ian?

Look, I don't know what you're talking about.

It's on the property somewhere. It's gotta be.

You got it buried somewhere, do you?

State police are on their way here to inspect every inch of this property.

When they get here, they're gonna tear this place down if they have to.

Well, look, you guys look and search all you want, but call me a cab because I

need to go back to L .A.

Mr. Kanin, what can I do for you?

Give me my money.

This is good. It's on its way. It is? Yeah. Oh, that's excellent.

It's very good. Because my accounts are empty.

Look, we have got to keep moving that money around.

If we don't move that money around... See, the banks are for closing all of my

assets.

And you have got to wait just a little bit longer.

Look, I want my money, and I want it on this desk in two hours. You got me?

Thank you, Trina.

Thank you.

I'm fine.

I'm fine.

It was just a little minor disagreement, and I need all of you guys to get back

to work.

I'm fine. Thank you.

Where is my brother?

I can't reach him. But, sir, while you were in your conference,

your pilot called. I figured it was better not to interrupt you.

My pilot.

Are you going somewhere?

I don't know.

You don't know what? Because the pilot isn't here yet? Don't worry, he's on his

way. Wait, wait, wait.

This is not what it looks like.

What, you mean you're not on our private jet on your way to Costa Rica? I'm not

going anywhere.

I don't even know how I got here.

Then you probably don't know where our money is either, do you?

The money is gone?

The warehouse is empty, Malcolm. Come here.

The warehouse is empty.

And you're sitting on our plane on your way to Costa Rica?

No, no, no, no, no, no.

No, no, no, no, no. Wait a minute, Ian.

Listen to me.

I was... I was kidnapped.

Really? They broke into my house and drugged me. I didn't even see their

Of course not.

Next thing I know, I'm on the plane bound and gagged.

I managed to free myself just as you got here.

Sure was nice of those guys to leave you a little traveling money. Don't you

see? It's a trick. I know. Hey.

I haven't guessed what happened to my face, Malcolm.

Just calm down and listen to me. Little Ross Kanan happened to me. You were

going to sacrifice me to them. No. Yes, you were. You were going to sacrifice me

to them and take off with all our cash. Put the gun down and think. They could

be listening to us.

Everything I've done for you. I start the war.

I empty the accounts.

I frame Sloan. And what, I'm just a tool? I'm just a means to an end like

wife? What?

Then give me the gun.

I made it. One mistake.

One!

I thought since you were my mother, I could trust...

That's right, Malcolm.

I told you you'd have to pay for this, and you did.

I did it all with a little help from my friends.

I would not call this a miscarriage of justice. Both the police department and

the courts acted appropriately, given the evidence at the time. However, once

new evidence was brought to light, both acted swiftly to make sure that justice

was done.

An innocent man still went to prison. That's right, he did. But he's not there

now, is he?

And that's the story, folks. Thank you very much.

What a politician.

Just part of his job as chief, Jess.

Basically, he's just a cop.

Mattress could at least apologize for what he did.

Well, I think he has in his own way. He didn't say anything about trainers or

the money they embezzled from the mob.

He doesn't want to say anything that might jeopardize ongoing investigations.

What happened to all that money?

Well, let's just say that Ross Kanan has solidified his position at Top

Organized Crime in Southern California.

Forgive me, Doctor, for letting myself in.

Don't be silly, Chief. You're an invited guest.

Well, I didn't come by for the cake. I wanted to deliver something.

Steve, your shift starts tomorrow morning at 6 a .m., if you're ready.

I am.

Thank you, sir.

May I have a word with you?

Just once, I'd like to see that man eat something.

I'm transferring you from homicide and reassigning you to my task force on a

permanent basis.

I wish you wouldn't do that, sir.

Why not?

I'm afraid the line between how the task force works and organized crime is just

a little too blurry for me.

Well, there is only one line, Steve, and that's the law.

I suppose, but...

It's all the same to you. I still prefer to stay in homicide.

You are a tough case, aren't you?

I see them all the way.

See you tomorrow, Sergeant.

Goodbye, Lieutenant.

Good news?

Good enough.

Very good. Then let's let the celebration begin.

Welcome home, Dad.

Oh, thank you. You don't know.

There was one thing in that prison that really shocked me.

The food there was better than we have at the hospital.