All language subtitles for Major.Crimes.S04E21.Hindsight.Part.3

Previously on "Major Crimes"...

Heroin found underneath
the baby's car seat.

3-year-old boy went to
the hospital... D.O.A.

Tamika Weaver was talking
to someone on a pre-paid cell

before she and her baby
were shot to death.

I don't know how many times
I gotta tell y'all

I don't know nothing.
I'm hoping that telling

John Barnes his son is dead
will make him more cooperative.

Can't be true! Stop lying to me!

You ever hear of the Reese murders?

Our victims were shot with
the same gun that killed

Officer Reese and D.D.A. Gray?

We found the murder weapon
in the altar of your church.

My god. You found the gun.

Hickman perjured himself on the stand.

He lost us the murder case
of an L.A. cop.

He was Mike's partner.

You don't know anything we don't know!

I know the guy Emile's
living with runs a chop shop.

Buddha, I presume.
We have a consent form

allowing us to search your house.

For what? Emile Fisher.

Oh, no. What happened?

Emile was murdered.
That's what happened.

You rolling, Buzz?

Yes, sir. That's what
the little red light means.

Buzz, over here.
In addition to the syringe,

we've got a burnt spoon...

A lighter.

Your standard everyday cook set.

Heroin sold separately.

And who do we know selling heroin?

Let's have S.I.D. put a rush

on printing everything in this house.

Tao says murder,

but the guy could've offed himself.

Captain, looking through
the auto body shop,

not only is Buddha taking cars apart,

he's put 'em together again
with secret compartments.

Another friend of the 28th Street Bloods

in the drug trade.

Buddha also uses a pre-paid cell.

Does his number show up
on Tamika's cell?

No, ma'am, but we found a box

full of used pre-paids in the garage.

He could be cycling through them.

Steph, if you would ask Chief Howard

to expedite and do the searches
on those phones, please.

All right, no evidence of forced entry.

Do we have any idea
where our homeowner Buddha was

- this afternoon?
- He said he was at work.

His workers confirmed that, of course.

What does it matter where Buddha was?

He could've left Emile with a hot shot.

The guy sticks himself and dies
while the killer is miles away.

So what if Buddha was
the third guy in the car

during the murder of Reese?

Um, Emile comes here from prison,

and who drops him off? Mark Hickman.

Buddha freaks and says,

"what are you doing hanging out
with that cop?"

And Emile says, "he's been all
over me about the third guy."

Who we could still arrest for the murder

of Officer Reese?

Emile snitched before.

He just spent over 24 hours
with the L.A.P.D.

So we thought Emile was
afraid of prison.

Maybe it was Buddha.
Bring Buddha downtown.

See where he was during Tamika's murder.

No fresh injection points,

other than the one
that killed your victim.

So he wasn't a habitual user?

Well, not recently.

I found patches of scarring
on both arms,

but from the looks of them,
many years old.

- Cause of death?
- Too much of a bad thing.

But that's unconfirmed
until I open him up.

What about murder?

A spoon, a needle,
and a lighter beside him?

No signs of struggle.
Maybe it wasn't intentional,

but looks like the guy killed himself.

Someone could've given him
bad dope, ma'am.

That's difficult to prove in here.

Is it possible he was unconscious

- when the drug was administered?
- Oh. Sure.

I could look for
knockout agents if you want.

I'll start with the old standards...

ketamine, GHB, Rohypnol.
If you find one of those,

let me know immediately,
doctor, thank you.

Well, we may not have all the answers,

but I think we do have better questions.

- Such as?
- How could there be no fingerprints

on the syringe we found by Emile?

Not even his own.

And why did S.I.D. find
residue of corn starch

near the chair in which he died?

Just like the corn starch
we found on the murder weapon.

And on the heroin in Tamika's car.

Those are good questions.

L.A. clear's phone dump also shows that

whoever called Tamika
right before she died

also called Emile an hour
after we released him.

And we still have no idea
who this person is?

Unfortunately, no,

which is another of
our better questions.

But hearing Emile and Tamika
maybe both spoke

to the same person
right before they died

got us a warrant. We're set
up on the mystery phone,

but it's turned off, battery out.

Well, maybe the owner will
turn it back on.

And leave it on for at least an hour

so it pops back up online?
I don't like the odds.

We could get lucky.

We've been conspicuously
short of luck lately.

Where were Dennis
and Daniel Price yesterday?

Reverend Price was at
the church preparing

for the funeral of Tamika and her son.

His brother Dennis was
with him the whole time.

Also, Mark Hickman's hanging out
at the church parking lot.

But he's not been lonely
since Emile's release.

There's been over 100 people
that have come and gone.

A reverend cop killer
could've arranged a hit

through any one of them, ma'am.

Yeah, like he arranged
the murder of D.D.A. Gray

when he was away at county.

Captain, a delicate proposition.

Since we're checking people's alibis

for when Emile died,

our last good question might be,

where was Mark Hickman?

You know...

I really think Amy has the best chance

of getting anything out of Mark.

Um, she's the only one here
who he doesn't know personally.

And you and I have things
to discuss later.

All right, Amy.

First, tell Hickman that
Emile killed himself.

When he argues it was murder,
ask for his alibi.

- Will do, Captain.
- Thank you.

What does Buddha say about
all these cars in his shop

with no owners?

None of the vehicles were
reported stolen,

and some of the parts
that were replaced were of...

Dubious origin.

And you might be surprised to learn

that all those cars
were charitable donations

to the salvation community church,

and Buddha and his team
were repairing them for resale.

Take a seat.

Take a seat.

Now what's this about? Where's Emile?

Emile... he's a good friend of yours?

When we were kids, people used
to mess around with him.

Easy Emile, he was soft on the outside.

So I stood up for him.
Then he got into drugs.

I got into cars.
Didn't see him around as much.

Even though you were in the same gang?

No, no, I was never jumped in.

I was more like gang-adjacent.

Of course, now I'm a devout Christian.

Yeah. With a prescription for pot.

It's kind of funny.

Guy named Buddha finding Jesus.

Yeah. Yeah, he found Jesus, all right.

Found him in one of those
secret compartments

- he builds into cars.
- Why did you put up Emile

when he got out of prison,

if you two went your separate ways?

Look, it wasn't like there was
exactly a welcoming party

for him returning back
to the neighborhood.

So I figured, I'd put him up for a bit.

Yo, where is he?

When was the last time you saw him?

Yo, how long you gonna keep doing this?

Do I have to get a lawyer?

'Cause when people read me my rights,

-I get a little antsy.
-You want us to arrest you?

For what?

Look, yesterday, I saw Emile.

He came around the job around 2:00,

asking for some money...
and I gave it to him.

What? He did something stupid with it?

Well, that depends on
what you think of as stupid.

We found Emile in your house
early last night, dead,

with a needle next to him.

Emile dead? From dope? No.

No, I don't believe it.

Yeah? Well, you better believe it.

Emile is dead, and do you have any idea

where his heroin might've come from?

No. No, I don't know anything
about any heroin.

You drive in sundays for
services at salvation community?

Pick up a little uncut dope
from your minister?

And then leave it
for your snitching friend

to shoot up?

Tamika Weaver. You know her?

From the old neighborhood?

Emile tell Tamika stuff
you didn't want anyone to know?

Like where you were when
Officer Reese was murdered?

I see this is gonna be a long day.

Let's get the lawyers in here.
How 'bout that?

Oh, uh, Captain. Bad news.
Another shooting?

No, no, I, uh,
I left a flag on her name.

Rusty's mother's just been
arrested by Hollywood.

Driving the car her boyfriend
used in the armed robbery.

Oh, my god.

What else can go wrong?

Tamika's funeral isn't till tomorrow.

And, uh, you look... tired.

Maybe you should head back to your boat.

Can't.

Every time this case gets hot again,

my wife ends up
banishing me to the house.

Because she doesn't like thinking about

you and Rachel Gray?

Mm.

I don't like thinking
about Rachel either.

But I can't help it. My wife knows it.

We go a few weeks, a few months, a year,

and this case pops up
and suddenly, she's all,

"how could you have done this to us?

You're choosing a dead woman over me."

Before you know it, I'm out on
my ass till we make up.

Wash, rinse, repeat.

Did you hunt me down
to talk about my marriage?

No.

I'm here to tell you
Emile died last night.

Ah, damn it.

You guys had to let him go, huh?

- Was he murdered?
- Overdosed.

Overdosed, bullshit. He didn't overdose.

- Dr. Morales said that...
- Reverend Trigger had Emile killed.

- Daniel Price was in the church...
- No. I'm telling you, he ordered it.

While Emile was shooting himself
up and so was his brother.

You found the gun at his altar. Listen
to me! And they both have airtight...

what more do you need?

Do you think Price is just
suddenly gonna break down

and name the third man?

You don't even know if there
was a third guy in that car.

Yes, I do know. I do!
I just can't prove it.

Where did Emile get killed?
At Buddha's house?

Yeah.

Since you're sure it was murder,
let me ask.

Where were you yesterday
afternoon between the hours...

will you stop acting like
an affirmative action hire

and focus on finding the actual bad guy?

Tell me, Amy. Amy!

Who in the Bloods puts up
an established snitch

in their guest room?

Buddha did that... out of what?

The kindness of his heart?

- Where's he right now?
- In custody,

but he has an alibi
for Emile's T.O.D. Do you?

You're looking at me like a suspect now?

If you're really looking
at this like a murder, why not?

- Wow.
- Maybe you brought up a third guy

- just to throw suspicion off yourself.
- Sure.

Maybe you killed Tamika
and planted the weapon

in the church to frame reverend Price.

Or maybe Rachel Gray woke up
one morning and recognized

you were out of your mind,
so you shot her to death.

Or maybe you don't need a motive, Mark,

because you're just that unstable.

Late yesterday, I was
with my wife Sherry on a boat

stuck in a 3-hour argument.

And now that you finally have
the third guy in custody...

You and I are done.

Have a nice life, honor roll.

Was Gary with my mom
when the police picked her up?

No, but she was driving the car
used in both the robbery

and his getaway from Lieutenant Cooper.

Well, at least she's someplace
safer than with that lunatic.

But she's refusing to answer questions.

She's not cooperating.

We're in recess till 3:00.

Oh.

Lieutenant Tao, Detective Dunn.

Rusty, I'm sorry. I need to do this.

If you go over to county,

maybe they will be
processing your mother

during visiting hours.

You're my mom.

I am.

Oh. I am.

Okay.

Okay.

Before we talk about
the murders of D.D.A. Gray

and Steph's husband, I need you
to know that connecting them

to these new homicides
through the murder weapon

is a prosecutorial nightmare.

And Hickman having been in the church

where the Uzi was found

means a known perjurer who was
accused of planting evidence

is available to the defense.

It can't get any worse.

Hickman may also now be a suspect, too.

Oh! It does get worse. Since when?

Mark's an asshole,
but he'd never have shot Eric.

Or D.D.A. Gray. He loved her.

And that part really interests me, Mike,

because when I was investigating
Hickman's perjury,

I questioned you and you

regarding his professional behavior,

and the affair with D.D.A. Gray
never came up.

Captain, I-I only heard
about it through my husband.

And after Eric died, I...

I didn't want people to know
he was talking about

D.D.A. Gray behind her back.

Mike, you never said anything about

this relationship because...

Because Mark was my partner.

Look, when he took the stand
and said Daniel Price gave us

a spontaneous confession,

I had no problem saying that was a lie.

But the affair with D.D.A. Gray,
that was his personal life,

and I didn't want his wife to find out.

But of course she knew.

Sherry Hickman was on
our side of the street

going over a fraud case.

She was a good cop, by the way.

People don't seem to remember that.

After she was finished
walking us through an arrest,

she caught Rachel in the hallway

and started yelling some version
of, "leave my husband alone."

And D.A.'s office conveyed
none of this information to me

at I.A., why?

Well, you'd have to talk to

the people who were in charge
at the time,

but Rachel was also sleeping
with my boss

when we both worked in Topanga.

And former Deputy Mayor Dickson.

- And State Senator Bergside.
- You're kidding.

And I'm pretty sure that
the worry was that

a lot of very important people
would be embarrassed

if you started digging deeply
into Rachel's private life.

This affair creates another
motive for Rachel's murder.

And now not only is Hickman a suspect,

we have to think about his wife as well.

Emile told us where
he and Daniel tossed the gun

used to murder Reese.

Maybe Mark shared that
information with Sherry.

Um, and she went out and found
the Uzi before we could

and held onto it until
the trial to off D.D.A. Gray?

Sharon, does this really sound
more likely to you

than a professional hit
organized by the Bloods?

When Peter Goldman presents
this to a jury

as an alternative theory
to this crime, absolutely,

this is gonna sound credible.

Excuse me a moment.

- Yeah?
- Sorry to interrupt,

but reverend cop killer just
bailed Tamika's boyfriend

- John Barnes out of jail.
- What? Why would he do that?

So the dirtbag could attend
his girlfriend's funeral?

- I don't know.
- Well, reverend Price is getting ready

to drive off in his own car, ma'am.

And a silver Accord just
pulled up for John Barnes.

So who do you want S.I.S. to follow?

Wait a minute.

Reverend Price paid
John Barnes' bail outright?

No, but he and his congregation
raised the $10,000

to cover his bond.

$10,000. Huh.

All right, tell S.I.S. to stay on Price.

He could be trying
to shake his surveillance.

Detective Dunn.
John Barnes has been released.

I want you and Julio to set up
surveillance on his house

and stick with him when he gets home.

- Yes, ma'am.
- Thanks.

Andrea, if you would ask
around your office

and see if there's anything else

I need to know about D.D.A. Gray.

She was threatened by the Bloods.

That is beyond question.

It's why she was given protection.

Still, if you could ask.

About yesterday...

you know, I really thought
Mark knew something

that he wasn't telling us,
and I stooped to his level,

and I shouldn't have...

And I'm sorry.

Mark Hickman brings out
the worst in all of us.

Until we have an arrest,

he is a distraction that we don't need.

Well, you'll have no more
trouble from me.

Okay, Mike. Okay.

Looks calmer than it is.

If Barnes doesn't come back home soon,

I think we should maybe put
a want out on him.

Far as we know, he hasn't
broken the law.

You know, his girlfriend
and his little boy

were just murdered.

Barnes is probably
somewhere drinking it off.

That's what I did, after my husband...

You know.

How 'bout you?

When my wife died?

Mm-hmm.

I drank...

For a night.

It just made it worse.

One night?

Wow. You catch on fast.

Is that how you dealt with everything?

You drank?

For a month.

Then, uh, I left homicide
for gangs. That helped.

Started running two miles a day.
That helped. Mm.

I just kept telling myself one day

someone would be held accountable.

- Car.
- Blue.

Of course, nothing says
that Barnes has to show up

in the same vehicle that
picked him up at County.

No.

So you think holding someone accountable

changes things?

What do we do for a living, Julio?

Yeah, if I didn't think holding
someone accountable

was important, I'd take a job
at my father's company

selling plumbing supplies.

He's never been shot at,
drives home around 6:00,

and takes my mother to Hawaii
three weeks a year. Sounds good.

It's not my kind of life.

Finding the bad guy,
hearing him say, "I did it,"

that's what keeps me going.

Accountability.

I don't know if that's
the way out for me.

What else is there?

Small arms. Maybe two blocks.

4 King 62 reporting, be advised.

We just heard a series of gunfire

in the Adams/Normandie neighborhood.

Go, right, right, right, right.

Get units rolling this way,
and please advise

if any 9-1-1 calls come in.
The address is...

Checking side streets. Nothing.

Right there, right there, Steph. Go
left, go left, go left.

4 King 62, we are code 6 at address?

- 921.
- 921 south Chesapeake requesting backup.

Three down at location.

Start rolling paramedics.
Two Officers on site.

L.A.P.D. L.A.P.D.

Holy Mary, pray for us sinners...

Hey, ma'am, I need you to put
pressure on his stomach!

Aplica tensión, por favor.
Rápido, rápido.

Hold on.

Hold on. Hold on. Help is gonna
be here very soon. Hold on.

Stop it. Stop! Stop praying
and get out of the way!

Hey, hey. Hey,
you're gonna be all right.

An ambulance is coming, okay?

Okay. Did you see anything?

Who did this?

Did she see anything?

What did she say? Can you hear her?

Yeah. I heard her.

She said "silver car."

How's that for the last words
you ever say on earth?

But asking my client
to cancel religious services

for victims of a murder
you can't solve...

I won't do it.

We're not asking you
to cancel Tamika's funeral,

only delay it until we find

who killed these latino teenagers.

We're worried the 300 mourners
going in and out of your church

represent 300 ways for
the Diablos to retaliate.

Because of what John Barnes did

after you bailed him out
of jail yesterday.

At the risk of sounding overly concerned

about the Constitution,

there are millions of
silver cars in L.A.

Nobody got the killer's plates,

nor has anyone stepped up to identify

John Barnes as the shooter.

Why do you just leap
to the assumption he's guilty?

There are gangs involved here.

It doesn't matter who shot
those children.

Diablos will shoot back.

The funeral service
will continue as planned.

But...

I can delay the procession
and the burial

to a less... volatile time.

All right, okay, then.

We'll need cooperation for the L.A.P.D.

to adequately guard this service.

Which means we will have to attend

as well as surround your church.

I welcome the extra police presence.

As the almighty says,

"I alone am not able to carry
all these people.

- The burden is far... "
- Excuse me,

but I don't need
scripture thrown in my face

by a cop killer.

We need to get on with this, Captain.

Our special guest
has arrived downstairs.

We have enough time to talk to her

before we need to switch gears.

Please have Andy and Amy do the honors.

Thank you.

You are lucky I don't add discrimination

by religious practice
to our growing civil complaint.

This was a gift to you
not having this burial today.

A gift.

A gift.

Has gang intelligence found
any personal connection

between John Barnes
and our three victims?

No, sir. Barnes probably took payback

on the first latinos he saw.

That's one of the questions
I'd like to ask him

if we pick Barnes up
at the funeral today.

And I have less than six hours
till that service begins.

Chief, if you'll excuse me,

I need to fully deploy
around the church.

Go.

So, Captain,

do you have anything to report

that might defuse this situation?

Did you at least narrow
the field of suspects?

I'm sorry, Chief. Not yet.

In fact, I am afraid that I may
have to make it wider.

Hey, Sherry. I'm sorry to
bother you with all of this.

- Meet Detective Amy Sykes.
- Sykes, yes.

I've had the pleasure.

Thank you for agreeing
to talk with us, Mrs. Hickman.

Don't thank me. I'm not really
interested in helping you.

And I'm Mark's wife,
not his keeper, okay?

You guys can drag him back
through the Reese murders

all you want, but don't expect
me to join you.

Toss-up who she hates more...
us or her husband.

How do people stay married

when they don't get along like this?

I asked myself that for years.

Um, we're trying to determine
Mark's whereabouts

afternoon before last,
say between 2:00 and 5:00.

Probably drunk on our boat. Why?

You weren't with him?

No. Were you?

Uh... no.

But I did talk to Mark this morning

and he told me the day before yesterday

the two of you were arguing
all afternoon.

If Mark isn't provoking
arguments, he's asleep.

So he's just mistaken
about the time. That's all.

Okay.

Have you ever seen
this particular weapon before?

Oh.

Is this the Uzi?

The L.A.P.D.'s great white whale?

Y... you found this weapon days ago.

Mark ever mention where
the gun was tossed

- after the Reese murder?
- I don't remember.

Back then, we weren't talking so much.

Okay, well, here's another date.

Do you recall where you were
September 8, 2004,

on or about the time...

about the time that poor
Rachel Gray was shot to death?

You know, isn't it amazing

that a woman who's been dead
over a decade can still

cause so much trouble?

Yes, I remember where I was.

In my car, on my way home
from Parker Center.

I heard about the murder
on my police radio.

And are you aware that
at the time of her death,

Rachel and Mark had been having...

sleeping together.

I believe that's the, uh,
socially accepted euphemism.

Only it was more than that.

She wasn't just some one off
in the back of a Crown Vic.

Mark was in love with her.

Thought about Rachel night and day.

Obsessed.

He told you that?

No, she did before the Price trial.

Look, I didn't know that
she was going to do me

the favor of dying,

so I made a complete fool of myself

by confronting her
in a hallway at her office.

But by the time I told her off,
she was finished with Mark.

Poor guy.

She broke up with Mark before the trial?

So she said.

"Don't worry, Sherry.

Mark was never anything
more to me than a little fun.

And now he's way too serious.

Keep him if you want."

And the look on her face,

like she was dealing with
an ignorant child.

But Mark never got over her.

And on we go.

Is that it? I mean...

Have I satisfied your curiosity?

Almost.

Last Monday night between
11:00 and 1:00 in the morning,

where was Mark?

Well, I went to bed...

alone... at 9:00.

I assume that my husband
was drinking tequila

on the deck of our boat

until the glass fell out of his hand.

So if he needs an alibi, I'm not it.

Andy, don't get up.

I'm glad to see your charm
hasn't withered with age.

Amy, till we meet again.

Wow. Bitter.

Captain, a lot of us here
knew about Mark and Rachel,

but nobody told her.

Sherry left mad.

Came back that way, too.

Now that I've heard everyone out,

what I really need to do
is get John Barnes

back into custody.

He just may be the key to everything.

Barnes was in lockup

when Tamika and her child were killed.

Eh, what makes Barnes so special?

Daniel Price paid $10,000 for his bond.

All right.

All right, when are we going to
arrest the reverend cop killer

and get this over with?

I'm sorry about not
talking to you yesterday.

The D.A. said that really
hurt your feelings,

and that isn't what I meant at all.

Look, sober, I know that

having me as your mom for so long,

that was a bad deal.

But...

We... still have a chance
to turn all that around.

Look, you have a good situation now.

And whatever obligation
you think that you have to me,

you don't, okay?

You have a better mother.

And...

Rusty...

I'll always love you.

And I'll always be sorry.

But you should not be my son.

You should go.

N-no, no. Mom...

If you were guilty, it's...

it's... you can still... no... what?

No, I... I didn't know Gary
was going to rob that store.

He told me he was just
going to buy camels.

And then he came out
and he told me to drive.

Then why can't you just
say that to the D.A.?

You know what? I can't. This...
I've said too much already.

You need to go. Mom, you need to
talk about this with the D.A.

- Or you need to let your lawyer...
- I can't.

Mom, if you don't,
you will go to prison. Okay?

Just make a deal when you give up Gary.

- No.
- And then you can...

No, no, no. Rusty, you don't understand.

Honey, if I say anything about Gary,

he... he has friends
all over county. He will know.

If I give him up, he will kill you.

Do you understand?

It's enough. So you need to go.

And you need to live your life.
And don't come back.

Mom... Mom... Mom... wait, Mom.

Mom!

Mom!

So Mark Hickman was stalking her?

Apparently, Eric noticed she had a tail

and caught Hickman in the act.

So in this report, which
Eric Dunn officially filed,

which I have never seen,

and which should have
been forwarded to me at I.A.

from your department 12 years ago...

remember, I was not involved
in this case back then.

But I understand their thinking.

Proceedings against Price
had already started.

Suspending Hickman would've
hurt the prosecution

of a cop killer.

And sometimes when we're
in the big, fat middle

of putting away a bad guy,
we have to be a little lenient

with policy digressions.

I understand all that, Andrea,
but stalking is a crime.

Hickman insisted he wasn't stalking,

only proving D.D.A. Gray
didn't have adequate protection

and that Dunn was incompetent
for not catching him earlier.

Okay, wait a minute.

So Hickman was following
her for a while.

Which means he knew
D.D.A. Gray's security routines.

But...

If Hickman killed her,
why perjure himself to get Price

and risk turning the spotlight his way?

I'm sorry, Captain.
I wouldn't interrupt,

but results came back on the heroin

that killed Emile Fisher.

It's 92% pure, and it's a positive match

to the dope we found
in Tamika Weaver's vehicle.

Which your witness, Lil Wheezy, said

came from reverend Price's church.

Okay, Hickman seems to know way too much

about what goes on around here,

so for now, Julio,
this information stays

between you and me.

Uh, yes... ma'am.

My lips are sealed.

Oh, Julio, if you would,

ask Chief Howard if he is
all set up for us.

- Thank you.
- Yes, ma'am.

Andrea, thank you for all of this,

uh, but now...

I am afraid we have a funeral to attend.

Three teenage victims' death

Marks the fifth consecutive
day of violence...

- This is Miss Margaret.
- Oh. Yeah.

Don't mind all this,
miss Margaret, okay?

We're here to remember
Tamika and Jeremiah.

Come on. This way.

L.A.P.D.'s resources must be

severely strapped
if they got you in the mix.

You know, I'm here for
that young lady and her son.

And to show the community personally

that the L.A.P.D. takes
their deaths very seriously.

Yeah. The cameras are over there, Chief.

Leave it to you, Peter,

to always know where the reporters are.

All right, reverend, sooner you begin,

sooner everyone here is out of danger.

Lieutenant,
I don't think we should clump.

Then move.

You move.

What are you worrying about?

That I might get struck by lightning.

You smell like brimstone.

That's my cologne.

Good afternoon.

Lieutenant Provenza.

Uh... yes, Captain.

- We're in place.
- Detective Sanchez.

We're in the viewing room

grabbing pics of condolence cards.

If Barnes doesn't show,

maybe he sent his respects
some other way, ma'am.

If you see John Barnes,

do not see anything that would alarm him

during the service.

We have every entrance and exit
to the building covered.

So he's not going anywhere.
Chief Howard?

We're sewn up.

- Looks like Barnes is a no-show.
- Any sign of Hickman?

No, not so far.
Maybe he gave up and went home.

As we bring this service to a close,

we take comfort in knowing that
the farewells of this world

- are not final.
- Amen.

We will see Tamika and Jeremiah again

inside the gates of heaven
in the sweet embrace of Jesus.

Let us pray.

Our father...

...today we ask for the strength

and the will and the faith

to make these two beloved of our hearts

the last deaths from gang violence

in our neighborhood.

Today we ask that you make this
the last time we gather to mourn

in this awful way,

and that in our grief and our sorrow,

we find faith to move closer
in our walk with Christ.

And walk our neighborhood

in witness to his grace.

In the precious name of Jesus...

Amen.

Amen.

It's more than weird.
I really need to talk to him.

Holy crap. Holy crap!

It's a miracle.

The burner we're looking for
just came back online.

- Where? Here?
- It's up. I have it up.

I think it's here.

Yeah, I'm trying to narrow down
his position.

I think I should be able
to get within a few feet.

Quickly, people. We gotta find it.

I think it might be in the parking lot.

But there's already people here.

Do you want... want me
to hold them back?

No, person with the phone might
realize what we were up to

- and turn it off.
- Mm-hmm.

Move to the parking lot and stand by.

And, Mike, if you find the phone,

do not move in on the caller

until we have a safety zone established.

- I think this might be it.
- Yeah.

Okay. Stand by for
the possibility of immediate

and aggressive action,
and keep your eyes open

for John Barnes.

I've got it. The phone's stationary.

It's in the gray Mercedes.

About three cars
from where I'm standing.

Is anyone in the vehicle?

- No one home.
- What is it now?

Why are you so interested in my car?

You're aware that harassing me

usually comes with financial damages.

- We need to search your vehicle.
- It's Peter Goldman's car?

- What? Why?
- We tracked a cellphone

connected to several murders
to your Mercedes.

Well, you're welcome to look
under it as I drive away.

Hey, we have a warrant
to take that phone.

Terrific. And does your warrant
include my Mercedes?

'Cause it's your lucky day.
I got Jimmy Hoffa in my trunk.

Take him at his word.

You have Hoffa in the trunk?
Wow. We're been looking for him.

Come on! We're gonna open up
the trunk from the inside.

Clearly, I was joking.

You are now violating my civil rights.

- Tao.
- Yeah?

- I've got it, Julio.
- That is not mine.

You planted that phone in my car.

Someone planted that phone
in my car. That is not my phone.

Well, well, well, Peter.

It appears you have
some explaining to do.

It is not my phone.

Who else was in the car?

He drove with reverend Price
to P.A.B. this morning.

We need to find
reverend Price right now.

- Hasn't left the church yet.
- Amy, Andy,

find the reverend cop killer, please.

Yeah, and while you're at it,
phone your union reps.

I'm suing everyone here
for police misconduct.

Whatever. Uh, Detective Sanchez,

let's observe all the niceties,
just in case.

Sir, you have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be used

against you in a court of law.

You have the right to an attorney.

If you cannot afford one,

one will be appointed for you
by the state.

Turn around slowly.

Sorry, reverend.

I just reached the point in my life

where I need to hear you say it.

Excuse me?

Say you killed Reese.

Say it.

Are you drunk?

Either you're gonna name the people

you murdered in order,

or I'm gonna kill you.

Your choice.

I'm ready to meet my maker. Are you?

Our father,

Do you really expect me
to buy this bullshit?

who art in heaven,
hallowed be thy name...

- Thy kingdom come, thy will be done...
- You sell heroin here.

- On earth as it is in heaven.
- You had the murder weapon here.

Give us this day our daily bread...

You're laundering god only knows
how much money.

God forgives me all my sins!

I don't.

I don't forgive you.

So say the words, Reverend.

Now.

I killed Reese.

Go on.

That's just the beginning.

And the end, as you well know!

Gun.

Drop your gun!

Now? No!

Not now. He's confessing.

- Mark, drop your weapon!
- Tell her.

- Tell her what you just told me.
- Mark!

I'm about three seconds
from shooting you.

- One...
- Don't!

I think Mr. Hickman
has had a bit to drink.

- Two!
- Mark, drop the gun!

- Last chance, Hickman!
- Mark!

When are you guys gonna stop hating me

- and start hating the bad guys?
- You are the bad guys!

Mark Hickman, you have the right to
remain silent.