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Back up.

Listen, Wilder.

We can still both get out.

- You don't believe that, do you? - You gonna shoot me in a cop's house?

That ain't gonna end up well for you. Have you thought this shit out, son?

Been thinking about it since your baby boy killed my friend and ruined my life.

This is exactly where I want them to find you.

I don't know nothing about that.

What I do know is your ass could be in Mexico by now!

You wasted time worrying about me when coming back here

is just gonna land your Black ass back in jail.

I'm never going back to jail, Amos.

- You're the way I get out for good. - Hey.

Fine, Coltrane.

You can… Listen.

You can have my cut.

Okay? It's yours.

Just let me go.

It was never yours. You were just holding it for me.

Take solace in the fact that this was never gonna go any other way.

Now we're even, Stiles.

Checkmate.

Amos! Hey!

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Hey, come on.

Come on. Come on, fight, man.

Dad, come on!

Wha…

Why?

Dad.

Hey. Whoa.

It's okay. Hey, son. Son.

Look at me. Look at me. What happened?

- Dad. - Are you okay? What happened?

- I'm sorry. - I wanted to talk before...

What happened? Look at me.

Isaiah, what did you do?

- Noah, where'd you get a gun? - Captain! Stiles!

What the fuck?

Everyone out.

- Oh my God, Amos. - This is a crime scene.

- Noah. - Come.

Keep the Stiles family separated.

- I'll be out to take statements later. - Yvette, that's my son.

Until I know what happened here, he's a suspect.

- They're both suspects. - Isaiah!

I didn't kill my father.

- Neither did Noah. - Come on. Stop talking.

Just go.

You know who's responsible for this.

Don't fucking say it, Isaiah.

- What are you doing to my son? - I'm taking him downtown for questioning.

Noah, don't talk to anybody.

Don't you say a word, okay? Do you hear me?

Are you out of your mind? My son did not shoot his grandfather.

Your son is at a crime scene with a dead body and a gun in his hands.

Now, maybe it was an accident, maybe it was self-defense,

but I don't know what happened here, and I need to do my job.

- Now, get out of my way. - No. No!

- Let me ride with him. He is a minor! - I can't let you do that.

- I can't let you conform your stories. - Conform our stories?

Stay here until we're done with the crime scene.

Yvette.

Harper!

What?

Will you take Noah Stiles downtown for me?

- No problem. - Noah!

I'm gonna call your grandparents. As soon as they get here, I'll be there.

Do you hear me, baby?

Ma'am, I need you inside.

I can't believe you're taking me downtown. You're my partner. You know me.

I was your partner, Isaiah. But I don't know who you are anymore.

You've been chasing your father all day trying to get to him before us.

To save his life, not to take it, Cruz.

Coltrane Wilder did this. He's setting me up so he can get away.

Get in the car, Isaiah.

Hold on.

Officer, you drive my car back down to RHD.

I'm taking your squad car. Isaiah, get in the back.

Go.

- You're not taking him. - You really think he did this?

- I've known this man his whole life. - That's why you can't be objective.

Your judgment is compromised.

I should be in charge of this investigation.

All right, Cruz.

I'll let you take the lead.

But think about this.

Isaiah could have killed his father anytime, anywhere.

But at his house in front of his child, you think that tracks?

And if Isaiah is right,

and you let Wilder escape while you're in charge,

your career is over.

And just so we're clear,

while I'm still captain,

I say who the fuck I take downtown.

Hey.

Put an APB out on Coltrane Wilder.

- You think Wilder did this? - Just do it.

Get on the plane, Ebony.

You told the man to be here on time, and he failed.

Do you want to cry over him in the back of a cop car or on a private jet?

Look, Coltrane is a big boy.

He can find his own way out.

Some of us care about other people.

I care about you.

Now you say you care about that baby. You want to give birth in jail?

Oh, so now it matters what I want for my baby. I thought you'd just decide.

Is that what this is about? Girl, that was months ago.

That's all you have to say?

It was you or the baby. What would you have wanted me to do?

The same thing I want you to do now. Wait for my husband!

You were alone and unconscious in a hospital bed

while your husband was off stealing shit.

And who was there to save you? Me.

Who is always there to save you. So yes, I did it, and I would do it again.

Because you are here, alive.

You're welcome.

You're a fucking monster.

You want to be the only person that I have left.

So I don't have a choice.

And you don't have to be alone.

You wanna think of me as the villain

because I made the call that saved your life?

That's fine.

I'll be the villain.

In a non-extraditable country.

There's an APB out for your man.

- How? - He didn't follow the plan.

Because if he had, he'd have been here.

I can't leave Coltrane. He'd never leave me alone.

You're alone without him right now.

Leave with me.

Wheels up in five.

Get out.

I need to know what happened before we get to RHD.

I-I got there, he was on the ground. Noah...

I don't want you to talk.

Just listen.

There's a version of this where you're a hero. Uh…

Uh, you came home and found Amos holding Noah hostage.

- No, no, no, he was dead when I got there. - I said shut the fuck up, Isaiah!

Fine!

Amos pulled a gun on you.

His own son.

Coltrane Wilder did this.

He set me up.

He's framing me. I told you, this is it.

He set me up so good even you don't believe me.

Ain't nobody gonna believe you, Isaiah!

Unless Wilder left DNA on the body,

for most cops, there's only two answers here.

And we both know you're not gonna let Noah go down for this.

Uh…

I'm an old man.

Seconds away from retirement. You could overpower me.

No, no, no, and what? Go on the run for a crime I didn't even commit?

I never wanted this for you, Isaiah.

The back of a squad car.

I didn't kill Nightmare.

I'm gonna prove it with or without your help.

I just tried to help you.

Get in the damn car.

- Jimmy wants me in cuffs? - Not Jimmy, no. No, no, no.

Deputy Chief Holmes.

His special request.

You tried to convince me Stiles could be captain after you.

But even with his arrest record, he's always on the edge, ready to blow.

And despite you consistently covering his ass,

he finally blew the fuck up.

Come on, Fred.

You've known Isaiah for years.

And you know he's a good cop. You really think he's behind this?

I think he's behind it, under it, and about to drown in it.

Once he does, we wrap this whole thing up and dump it on his doorstep.

Captain, why is Stiles in cuffs?

- Deputy Chief Holmes. - Cruz, I know Stiles was your partner.

- Is that gonna be a problem? - No, sir.

I don't wanna see any emotion cloud your process here.

Get a confession.

Yes, sir.

I gotta update the mayor.

She better be able to handle this.

Hello, Coltrane.

I thought you left. I should've known Charlie wouldn't wait.

She had good reason to leave. We both did.

You gave me your word, and now there's an APB out for you.

- I was careful, Ebony. - Not careful enough.

The police want you in custody. And that puts us both in danger.

I just need a minute to figure out our next move, baby.

You had a chance to figure this shit out and be a leader, and you led us here.

So we do it my way now.

Get in the back, lay down, stay out of sight.

I'm guessing you don't wanna tell me

how you knew about the shootout before it even began.

I can't.

It had nothing to do with Amos. I didn't know he'd be there.

I don't have a single reason to believe that.

Especially since Brinkley saw you hesitate when you had the drop on him.

So you spoke to Brinkley, so he's okay.

He's alive, right? Just tell me he's good.

You don't get to know shit about Brinkley until we get an explanation.

Until you tell me why I walked into your house

and saw you standing over your father's corpse.

If I wanted to kill Amos, I would've done it in Century City,

and it would've been in self-defense.

If he had something to say to implicate me in anything, he would be just as dead.

There's no reason why I would just let him go,

then lure him back to my own house.

Murder him in cold blood in front of my own son.

Come on, Cruz, just…

Brinkley's right.

I did hesitate.

Why?

I was shocked that my own father was working with Coltrane Wilder.

Oh God, not this bullshit again.

If Coltrane Wilder's behind all of it, if he's setting you up,

show me one piece of hard evidence.

Show me one real reason why I should believe you.

What better way for him to get away than for me to be locked up in here?

You are wasting time trying to get me to confess

while that motherfucker's on his way out of the country.

Hello. How can I help you?

I'm Detective Ika Matangi.

We'd like to speak with your husband, Coltrane Wilder.

Hmm.

- What about? - It's official police business.

Is he here or not?

Or do we have to come in and search?

Oh, what was it our lawyer said to say again? Um…

I think it was,

"If you have a warrant, you're welcome to look for him all you want."

But rest assured, he's not here.

He's looking at a property out in Palm Springs.

And no, he didn't tell me the name or the address. I'm so sorry.

When will he be back?

We're happy to wait.

You can wait all you like.

But he didn't say.

And I'll be locking up soon.

I'm sure you all have families to get home to.

Good night.

They're leaving.

How's Stro?

They won't let me see him.

I can't tell the babies anything about their dad.

I'm so sorry, Jamise.

Thank you for bringing us together, Ebony.

You know, we all thought you and 'Trane would be long gone by now.

I've got a plan to get 'Trane and I out of this

so we can stay and help you all put your lives back together.

It's a change in strategy. It means we all have to stay strong.

Stay in lockstep.

Stay on protocol.

That Maggie?

No, she's at the hospital trying to see Choi. This…

is our fourth sister.

I'm Melissa. I was Deon's...

Uh, she and Deon have twin girls, Jamise.

They had a whole life together.

Behind your back, and you're good with her being here?

- We all in this now. - Exactly, Rena.

The cops are already on the offense.

We need to get the ball back, and to do that, we need Melissa on board.

Deon never told me he was involved in any crime.

- Honestly, I didn't know anything. - You took the money he gave you.

- You didn't ask where it came from? - Jamise, hey.

You have a choice.

Trust us or trust the cops.

Keep your mouth shut,

or spend the rest of your life looking over your shoulder,

wondering what else your man didn't tell you.

What are you gonna do?

I'm gonna solve the problem.

Here. Sign these.

With your help,

I'm gonna take out Isaiah Stiles.

He thinks he's being set up.

By Coltrane Wilder, the real estate guy? Where did he come up with that?

He thinks Wilder is behind the recent string of robberies, sir.

Including the big pharma robbery.

And when we were working the case, we did find some connective tissue,

but the searches of his home and office came back clean.

We never got a warrant.

But Wilder has close ties

to two of the men captured at the Century City showdown,

Darren Stroman and Chris Choi.

So Stiles might still be right.

Tessa, what are you doing here?

Deputy Chief Holmes, it's good to see you again.

It's been too long.

And I see that Lieutenant Stiles is already in custody.

Good work, Detective Cruz.

I'm Captain James Sealey. This is my squad. And you are?

Jimmy, it's Tessa Grant.

Internal Affairs.

Youngest captain in the LAPD

and one of my best students when I taught at the academy.

We heard that Lieutenant Stiles was suspended earlier.

And now he's accused of murder.

So I got a call, but I'm only here to observe.

I promise.

Cruz.

Who is that woman with the D.A.?

IAD.

Why, for Stiles?

That's what she said, but I.A.D. never plays it straight.

Any of us on this investigation could get jammed.

I gotta go see Yamaguchi.

That's everything we have that the government knows about.

Are you sure you want to do this?

It's not my plan.

Mrs. Wilder.

It's time to get to work, Sam.

Hey.

- Where's Noah? - Interrogation two.

I trusted you.

I called you for help.

Hey! You have my son in one room and my husband in the other.

And how well do you think you know your husband?

Obviously better than you,

if you think for a second that he would kill his own father.

- Yvette! - Candace.

That necklace he gave you? It's fake.

Isaiah wouldn't buy me a fake. What are you talking about?

Oh, he didn't buy it. He had our tech guys make it.

It's a bug. Not just a listening device. It has a camera.

See, you don't know what's happening around your own neck.

What the fuck makes you think you know what happened tonight?

Yeah, you better hope Isaiah is guilty.

Because the other option's Noah.

Hey, Noah.

I'm Detective Cerullo.

- You work with my dad? - Yeah.

Not for long.

But I know him well enough to know that he would do anything to protect you.

That's what I want to talk to you about.

Was he protecting you tonight?

From my grandfather?

Your grandfather shot half a dozen cops today, kid.

Hey. He is 15. You don't need to talk to him like that.

Did you trust your late father-in-law with your son, Mrs. Stiles?

Is that what the gun was for, Noah? To protect yourself from Amos?

Grandpa gave me the gun.

You know it's a crime to lie to the police, right, Noah?

- Even if your father's a cop. - I'm… I'm not lying. He… He was afraid.

He was afraid of what?

Of Isaiah?

Dad wasn't there. I…

I found Grandpa in the guest house. He… He was leaving.

Running away, and…

I told him to wait, to come forward so Dad wouldn't get in trouble.

So you… you asked Amos to confess?

If I never stopped him,

he would have got away.

He'd… He'd still be alive.

He tell you he was part of the robbery crew?

He… He had money and… and a gun.

And he… he was planning to run.

Then we heard the door. He gave me the gun and told me to go in the closet.

I had a shot.

I… I could have saved him.

I should have saved him!

No, no, no. No, no.

Don't you blame yourself.

Now, baby, that noise, was that your father or…?

No, no, no, Mom!

Dad wasn't there.

It was the nigga who donated to my basketball team!

You saw him?

Through the slats of the closet.

He shot him.

And then he said, "Now we're even, Stiles."

"Checkmate."

His name is Coltrane Wilder.

I believe the kid.

You sure you just don't want to see a fellow cop arrested here?

Doing your friend Stiles a solid?

Stiles is not my friend, sir. He's my superior, just like you.

I've been doing this a long time.

And in my opinion and experience, that kid is not lying.

The mayor is going to want a head on his mantle for this whole mess, Malik.

- Mm-hmm. - Got Stiles in the crosshairs.

You sure you want to let that go on a kid's word?

Look, no matter what, the kid's testimony is on the record.

Either it's a lie, or it's reasonable doubt.

I think it's a lie. But you're missing the issue.

A bunch of cops died today, including my partner,

because Isaiah Stiles didn't warn us what we were walking into.

The only person who could tell us what Stiles knew or when he knew it, is dead.

So whatever this kid is saying doesn't fucking matter.

We need the truth from Stiles now.

Tyrell Pope.

You wanted one reason to believe me.

Why Coltrane is setting me up.

Tyrell Pope.

The vagrant who killed Manny Shaw.

We were served him on a platter.

Just like we were served up the Persians on the helipad with the diamonds.

Stiles…

Every single loose end in these crimes is tied up clean.

You remember Bianca Douglas? Anna Kate Walachek?

When you went to question her again, she just happened to be dead?

Maybe it was a suicide.

You know better.

If you were a criminal, a smart criminal,

and you knew that there was a detective focused on you,

determined to take you down, what would you do?

Leave his jurisdiction.

But then you could never come back.

But what if you had something to protect, to preserve?

A business, a life.

A reputation.

There's a type of nigga out there

that won't ever let another man take what's his.

He'd rather die first.

Like you.

Yvette, you see me?

He's taken everything I have.

Because he knew I was close.

He knew I was right on his heels.

He could feel me breathing down his fucking neck.

I found myself on the scene with Deon Davis.

And Wilder doesn't know whether that was my bullet that took him out.

And then we're using Deon's death, securing our search warrants.

I'm in his house with his wife, making her cry.

That's why he hired my dad.

- That's a leap, Stiles, even for you. - Wilder runs a four-man crew.

Deon's dead. He needs a new fourth.

Wilder knows my father from Lancaster.

My father was a legendary wheelman.

So he implicates Amos in the Andrei Malakian heist,

which turns into the Century City showdown.

Now all he has to do is silence him. Frame me for his murder.

Tyrell Pope.

The Persians.

Bianca Douglas.

Amos.

And now me.

No loose ends.

You see?

Who killed Andrei Malakian?

Your father's fingerprints are on the murder weapon and the clip.

That was the new information.

No, no, no. My father, he's a wheelman. He doesn't go in the job.

Why the fuck would he pull the trigger on Malakian?

You lied, man! You fucking lied!

You lied!

You obstructed!

You hid evidence! You bugged your own wife!

See, my problem is, Stiles, that you hated your father.

I was your partner for two years and every other fucking day,

I heard something about how he fucked up your life.

And it turns out you were right.

God bless the dead, but Nightmare was a cop-killing son of a bitch.

You had every fucking reason to shoot him tonight.

I didn't want him dead, Yvette.

I wanted him to be different.

Did you find the gun that was used to kill him?

In the bushes in your backyard.

No.

Just talked to Noah Stiles.

- Did he confess? - No.

Says he saw his grandfather's murder. Says it was Coltrane Wilder.

Yeah, of course he did.

Stiles has been working me all night with the same story.

- He must have coached Noah. - When did he have time to coach Noah?

You say you found the kid holding the gun when you walked in the guesthouse.

The body was still warm.

I don't know when. How do you explain father and son with the same story?

Maybe it's the truth.

And how do you explain why we can't find Coltrane Wilder?

I don't think that's gonna be a problem anymore.

Why?

You gotta be fucking kidding me.

Looks like they brought backup.

We appreciate you all coming in, even if it is a bit of a surprise.

I thought sending out an all points bulletin for our client

was an open invitation, Malik.

Well, we couldn't find your client at his home or place of business.

I was with an investor in the desert

trying to get things back to normal after the disruptions of the last weeks.

But the disruptions haven't stopped.

- Detective Matangi came to our offices. - Ebony.

Our clients are very upset, DA Jacobson, Deputy Chief Holmes.

The constant harassment from Isaiah Stiles and your storm troopers has got to stop.

And as a show of good faith,

we'd be willing to answer any questions you might have with Mr. Wilder's passport

and his wife's registered firearms

as proof of the Wilders' willingness to cooperate.

But after this meeting,

any further interactions with the LAPD will be met with a lawsuit.

And money won't be enough. We'll come for badges, retirement papers.

- Well, now wait just... - Especially from Isaiah Stiles.

Isaiah's methods may be unorthodox,

but his track record is undeniable, and his gut is rarely wrong.

But when it is, where is his accountability?

Or yours, for that matter?

The Wilders have been endlessly harassed and stalked

with absolutely no proof of any wrongdoing.

Come on, stalking? It's a little extreme.

Detective Stiles approached our client at a charity gala.

And at the cemetery, on the anniversary of Mr. Wilder's father's death.

- Here, check this out. - Hmm.

You guys will love this.

That's Isaiah Stiles conducting an illegal search in our client's home

and tampering with his property.

This is unacceptable.

I allowed him into our home to use the powder room.

And he took advantage of my friendship with his wife.

It's okay, Ebony.

All the stress is bad for the baby.

The baby?

Excuse me, where's your restroom?

There have been multiple incendiary complaints against Detective Stiles

for his conduct in this investigation,

all aimed at our client, his family, or his friends.

These are the affidavits from those affected,

ranging from his conduct in the crime scenes,

intimidating witnesses, and finally,

for making threats against the deceased's family at a city morgue.

Do you know about this, Captain?

If you've been covering for him, we may have to name you in the suit.

I haven't covered up for anybody.

But I do have a few questions for your client,

who is here responding to a legitimate APB.

- We're not sure it's so legitimate. - I can answer their questions.

I have nothing to hide.

Here you go.

You don't think I did this shit, do you, Dave?

No, what I think is you're fucked.

Internal Affairs is here.

The mayor's calling. The DA's outside.

Everything is lined up against you.

If you don't confess and claim self-defense,

you're looking at life in orange pajamas, you understand?

Yeah, I'm, uh... I'm out of moves here.

Noah says you're innocent.

You spoke to Noah?

He says it was Coltrane Wilder.

- Did you coach him? - No.

I never even got the chance to talk to him. You gotta believe me.

If I knew he saw Coltrane, I'd tell him to never talk to anybody.

It puts him in danger.

Can I just see my son?

Can I just see him, please?

- You know I can't do that. - All right, then you gotta protect him.

I know it's my job. I'm his father. But I'm fucking… I'm…

I'm stuck in here.

You know Coltrane's long gone by now. You're never gonna find him.

He's in the conference room with his fancy lawyers right now.

Threatening us with a lawsuit if we don't back off.

That motherfucker's here?

No. No, no.

I need you to give me a question to ask him.

Just one.

I'll get an answer, and maybe we can get you out of here.

You gotta let me out of here right now.

I know you wanna kill Coltrane.

If you're right about everything that's happened,

I might wanna let you do it.

But right now, this moment,

this is the only fucking way I can help you.

So think.

If you could ask him one question,

what would it be?

Tell me exactly what Noah said.

Why the hell are you here, Ebony?

Are the police looking for Coltrane?

For my father-in-law's murder?

We're here because Isaiah is obsessed with Coltrane.

Because he keeps making up these crazy allegations against him.

Coltrane is not a criminal. Not anymore.

Yeah, you, uh… You got me with that one before.

But I don't believe it anymore.

So I'm gonna go to Malik, and let him know that I think that Coltrane is guilty.

You can't prove that.

Neither can Malik, and neither can I.

What?

Close the door.

I don't know what Coltrane did or did not do.

But I have no choice but to follow his lead. Do you understand?

- If you know anything, Ebony… - I don't know anything for sure.

I've never seen him do anything illegal.

And anything he's ever told me…

I'm his wife.

It's covered by spousal privilege. I could never testify against him.

- So you do know something. - Please don't make things worse for me.

I hope that everything works out with Noah.

I know how much you love him.

Just as much as I loved Zahir.

Just as much as I love this baby I have now.

Ebony.

Noah Stiles says he saw Coltrane Wilder kill his grandfather.

I think he's telling the truth.

And if he is, Lieutenant Stiles has been right about this all along.

Fuck.

I need you to talk to Wilder.

Observe his reaction to these two statements.

First say this. "There's a witness who saw you murder Amos Stiles."

Then tell him that the witness says that he saw Coltrane say,

"Now we're even, Stiles. Checkmate."

- That's a big risk, Dave. - It's worth it.

It's showing our hand if he's guilty,

and fanning the flames of their lawsuit if he's innocent.

Are you going to do it or not?

Where were you during the Century City showdown?

The shootout on the news?

I don't know.

Home, work, a combination of the two.

Are you aware that your friends,

Darren Stroman and Christopher Choi, were involved in a shootout?

I am very aware that they were fired upon and gravely injured by the LAPD, yes.

I only have your word that they were involved, though.

Then you deny they were pulling a job, the murder of Andrei Malakian.

I don't know Andrei Malakian.

But I do know Darren and I do know Chris, and they are both men of good character.

I intend on paying their hospital bills and supporting their families.

I am proud to call both my good friends.

What about Deon Davis?

Can you explain why he would take refuge at a warehouse you owned?

He was also my friend.

And he was murdered by the LAPD.

- You have some interesting friends. - I think that's enough.

The district attorney may have some questions.

As a matter of fact…

You better check that in case it's the mayor.

Yeah, excuse me.

What's he saying?

It's not the mayor.

Okay, what further questions do you have for our client?

We have a decision to make about our lawsuit.

We can be persuaded not to file if this conversation is the end of the matter.

And if we have your word there'll be no further harassment of our clients.

A knock on the door, a phone call, anything to them or anyone who knows them…

We pull the trigger.

I just have one question.

Can you please be more specific about your location during the shootout?

- Palmdale. - And now we're leaving.

Everybody up. Here we go.

Mr. Morrow, could you send me that recording of Detective Stiles, please?

With pleasure, Ms. Grant.

I am assuming you still want to have your team follow up on Palmdale?

- It won't matter. - It's over.

You can't pursue Coltrane Wilder as a criminal target in this case.

I am glad we are on the same page, DA Jacobson. Fred.

Let's go talk in the captain's office.

I think we need to discuss Lieutenant Stiles.

Hey, Noah, I got good news. I'm gonna take you home right now.

My mom can't come with us?

Well, other detectives are still questioning her at the moment.

But we can go.

Should we go get your stuff?

Um…

Where the hell are y'all going? Where's she taking you?

Detective Harper, we're not done with this witness yet.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I thought we were clear after Detective Cerullo finished. My bad.

Harper, can you do something for me? I need you to check on Wilder's alibi.

Yes, of course.

I think we've seen enough here. The affidavits, the refusal to cooperate.

That recording of Stiles at the Wilder house is definitive, Jimmy.

I know his behavior seems over the top here,

but… he's a damn good cop.

- I'd put my badge up against that. - Let's hope it doesn't come to that.

What is it, Harper?

I'm sorry to interrupt, sir, but I have that Wilder alibi information you wanted.

He was in Palm Springs, like he said.

And I spoke to the owner of the property.

She said they were negotiating for at least two hours.

Thank you, Harper. That's a full lid on Coltrane Wilder.

Anyone brings him up again, you let me know personally, all right?

He didn't say Palm Springs.

Cruz!

Harper just confirmed the Coltrane Wilder alibi for the shootout.

We can lock this up with a Stiles confession.

We're much closer, sir. Got a new piece of evidence against him.

The ballistics came back from your father's murder.

He was killed with your service weapon.

You should just confess.

You're wasting everyone's time.

You're still going to say this is Coltrane Wilder framing you?

There's no other way it could be.

I didn't have my service weapon on me, Yvette.

Sealey took it from me at the Century City crime scene.

You know that. You were there.

You're right.

Except it went missing from Sealey's vehicle

that just so happened to be at the strip club

at the same time you and your father were having your little heart-to-heart.

You think we didn't know about that?

He's crazy.

Oh shit!

Hey, Yvette, I'm wild, but this nigga Wilder…

…this is exactly how I would set myself up.

No loose ends.

No questions.

Except this.

I'm innocent because it was my gun that killed Nightmare. That is the proof.

Oh yeah, funny seeing you here, Fred.

And who are you?

I'm Captain Tessa Grant from Internal Affairs.

I am here to let you know the list of mistakes you've made

since the beginning of this case that have endangered the reputation

and the efficacy of the force and, of course, led to the loss of human life.

Obviously, you are deeply implicated in the death of your father,

but you'll be on house arrest while we pursue charges against you

for the death of the policemen and women who died

during the shootout in Century City.

Unless… you're ready to reveal your source.

No.

Well, then on behalf of the Los Angeles Police Department,

you are hereby discharged from duty.

Effective now, you're no longer a cop.

You should clean out your desk.

And call a lawyer. You're gonna need one.

Wait, Stiles, what did you mean?

How did I get the gun, Yvette?

Rough day at the office?

Isaiah? This is Kevin.

He's gonna go with you to install your ankle monitor

to make sure you stay put until your arraignment.

Nice to meet you.

Just like his daddy.

Not helping.

Okay, so this monitor has geofencing.

And it'll go off if you leave the radius of the house.

Please don't let Noah see this.

Noah's been upstairs all day.

Trust me, he doesn't want to talk anyway.

That necklace that you gave me, Yvette said it's fake.

I'm sorry.

You sorry that it's fake, or are you sorry that you had a camera in it?

Oh, it had a microphone in it too.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Like, they had another version of it.

- Kevin. - What?

Shut the fuck up, nigga.

Stiles' service weapon was in your glove compartment.

I know. And I can't understand how Isaiah was able to retrieve it.

There's no way he could have known it was in there.

We were chasing him, not the other way around.

- You brought his badge and weapon here. - He had no reason to look.

There were only three people who knew it was in the glove compartment.

You, me, and…

Son of a bitch.

Look at that.

Who is that?

Can you zoom in?

We have to find Harper. Now!

You here to arrest my dad too?

I came to apologize to Isaiah.

You can apologize to me first.

I'm sorry.

I should have listened to you.

- Stiles was telling the truth. - Noah was too.

So you can apologize to him

before you take that ankle monitor off of my husband.

I can't do that.

We think we found the person that helped Coltrane,

but it's all circumstantial.

And based on his performance at the precinct,

hard proof Coltrane Wilder killed Amos willl be the only way we exonerate Isaiah.

I think that Ebony Wilder knows that Coltrane is guilty.

But she's not going to talk

because she's scared, and she doesn't trust any of you.

But she does trust me.

Guess I didn't need your help after all, big sis.

Charlie told me to fix all the loose ends

and remind you that she's taking care of everything for you. Again.

Thanks, but I took care of it already.

You can tell her to fuck off. Again.

Then you're aware we have a witness who saw Coltrane kill Amos Stiles.

Noah Stiles.

Candace is taking the kid to her parents', so I'm on my way there right now.

No, do not touch that boy.

There's someone at my door. Don't do anything until I call you back.

Lady, I don't work for you.

And I don't get paid until that kid is dead.

Fuck!

Is Coltrane here?

No, he's at the office.

Good. I'm here to help.

Look, I have resources, and I can keep you safe from Coltrane.

But in order to do that, you have to tell the police everything.

No, I told you I can't do that.

A lot of women in abusive relationships feel that way. I see it all the time.

No, Candace, I need you to go.

Ebony, I'm your friend.

I care about you.

I know Coltrane is dangerous.

I know he killed Amos.

Think of the risk to you and your baby.

- The police can protect you. - It's your son you need to worry about.

- Candace, you have to leave. - You don't understand.

No, you don't understand.

I know that Noah told the police that he saw Coltrane kill Isaiah's father.

- I'm trying to protect your son! - Protect him from what?

If you want Noah to live, then you need to let me make a phone call right now.

That's conspiracy.

All units move in now.

Harper, open up!

Harper!

Noah!

Hey, man.

Noah, I'm gonna come in, okay?

Noah.

What are you saying?

Ebony Wilder, you're under arrest for conspiracy to commit murder.

- You have the right to remain silent. - I know my rights.

- No, no. Ebony! - Candace, stand down. You did a great job.

Who's… Who's after Noah?

Ebony, where you at? Thought you said you were meeting me here, baby.

Let me know when you're on your way, okay?

Get off of me! Who's after Noah?

- Hey! - I got her. Watch your head.

Hey! No, wait!

You need to get...

Boy.

Noah!

Noah?

Noah!

Candace.

Noah's missing.