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No, hey! No...

All right, gentlemen, you know the drill.

Two minutes, one call, okay?

Hello? Yeah, it's Clete Winslow.

Can I speak to Ruby, please?

Where is she?

No, no, no, n-no. Where is my daughter?

Hey, hey, hey. That's one call.

- One call, asshole! - Yeah, yeah, sorry.

Don't get up!

Hey, tell 'em I'll talk.

- Arrange it, at the offices. - Let's go, Winslow.

Call the cops. Tell 'em I'll talk, all right?

Those are my terms.

All right, all right, all right.

I want to thank all the donors for being here tonight

on behalf of the California Democratic Party.

A little later this evening, we're also going to hear

from city council candidate Vivian Kim.

Joanna, you look so beautiful tonight.

Bert, Rams are gonna win the Super Bowl.

- Yeah. - I didn't say when,

I just said they're gonna win.

Wow. You look gorgeous.

Thank you.

Can we... Can we step out?

Now?

Yeah.

Sure.

Big speech tonight.

Big donors to impress.

Yeah. You'll be fine. You always are.

What?

It's sad.

We talk like we're strangers.

Patrick, I really don't think that this is the time or place.

It's absolutely the right time

and the place to talk about this.

It's not right.

It's not fair for me to ask you to act like

we're a happily married couple.

Your campaign manager said that,

you know, it's the strategy for you to win, and you want this.

So, I'm fine with it.

No, you're not.

You're not.

And I'm not, either.

It's a lie.

Yeah.

It is.

I think it's time that we give up on us.

For Izzy.

For each other.

I told Izzy I could never leave her.

You're not leaving her.

You're leaving me.

Hey.

Thanks for showing up.

You still take my breath away.

Okay. Geez. Yeah?

You lied. You lied to me.

I thought I could trust you.

Emma...

It's late. What are you doing here?

I'm gonna buzz you up.

No, no, no, no. Wait, wait. Don't go. Come on.

Syd, you know me. I don't like to share.

- No, that-that is not what... - I'll call you.

Why didn't you tell me?

Come...

Okay, you're gonna need to help me here 'cause I don't know

- what you're talking about. - My sister was a prostitute.

She was an escort.

Why didn't you tell me, Syd? You should have told me.

'Cause that's not the way I thought of her.

Were you a client?

Yeah, at first.

- Was she good? Did you enjoy it? - You know what? Stop.

You don't get to judge her.

Neither one of us knows what Jen went through

or-or-or what choices that she had to make.

My God, stop calling Mallory Jen.

That's who she is to me.

Was to me.

I'm sorry, Emma,

that this is so hard for you,

but I'm not gonna apologize for

trying to let you remember your sister

in the very best way.

She's so much more than

how she earned a living.

What happened to her?

She was alive all this time and never came home.

Why?

I'm trying to find that out.

From here on out,

I will tell you everything that I know,

okay?

Hey, Emma, I'm not gonna be able to do breakfast.

Was he a suspect in Mallory's kidnapping?

- Not sure. Let me check. - Okay.

The composite was never identified,

but that's because Goleta Police just never followed up.

Hey, text me, Emma.

I just need to know that you're okay.

We're gonna get through this.

Syd Burnett. This is early for us.

What are you wearing?

Something super sexy.

Hey.

I-I-I'm on the phone.

Fletch, I need you to track a phone.

I just, want to know where it spends its day.

Damn. Lover cheating on you? You deserve better, girl.

No, Fletch, this is about Jen's sister Emma Mitchell.

She's been playing investigator,

and I want to tag along, so to speak.

You are one sneaky lady, Syd.

What'd I say? What'd I say?

Fletch, where are you?

You know what? I'm-I'm not even gonna ask.

I'm-I'm gonna text you the number, okay, Fletch?

At your service, my lady. Okay.

You interrupted a phone call with my girlfriend.

This is called payback.

Emma hasn't respond to my call, and I've texted her twice.

She will.

She asked if the composite was a suspect.

I mean, wouldn't your first question be, "Who is that?"

- You think Emma knows him? - She'll text you back.

Okay, what the hell is going on? You're not even listening.

- Nothing. - Wow.

You just hit me with, like, the angsty teenage girl, "Nothing."

Like, "Hey, what are you two doing up

in your room with the door closed?"

"Nothing." What's up?

What were you doing upstairs with the door closed,

Sydney Gayle Burnett?

Don't use my middle name and don't change the subject.

You're not the boss of me.

Victim is Ricky Leon's cornerman Corey Hearns.

Press is gonna put a big spotlight on this investigation

since the fight is just a day away

and the weigh-in is tonight.

They're gonna push us for answers, and so will the mayor.

So the sooner we have a lead, the better.

Ricky Leon's looking like the poster boy for bad luck.

Yeah, this could be retaliation for everything

that's happening in K-town.

Somebody's trying to send a message.

Which might mean there's more to come.

Let's move on this.

No sign of a break-in, the victim's car is sitting outside,

and no evidence that any other car

or person was here until Ricky arrived.

Well, I mean, that guy obviously didn't hang himself.

It wasn't a suicide, so

I'm just telling you, there's only one set of tire treads in the mud.

Now, the beautiful thing about rain is that

you know when it begins and you know when it ends.

And Hearns got here after the rain stopped.

The coroner says body temp puts his death at about two days ago.

Well, dead guy can't exactly drive a car.

- He was killed somewhere else. - So our killer

took Hearns' car to the facility

with Hearns' corpse inside.

I mean, somebody went to a hell of a lot of trouble

to display that body for Ricky Leon.

That's more than a message. That's a threat.

We'll look into Hearns.

You guys see what you can dig up on the Hummer.

Hey, who's the suit with Ricky?

Maybe we should find out.

Ricky, hold on a second. Where you going?

We still need to ask you a few more questions.

I already said all I had to say.

All right? I walked in and I found him like that.

Anything else, you got to talk to my lawyer.

Come on, man. Don't make this hard.

We're not making any accusations here.

We're just trying to solve your buddy's murder.

You think I don't know how this looks?

First Reuben, then Choi?

Now Hearns is dead.

You know, Ricky found the body.

- Suddenly he's the number one suspect. - Or the next target.

You should really think about canceling your fight.

Well, that's not gonna happen.

If you and your people just do your job,

there's nothing to worry about.

You know what, man?

Maybe we should cancel the fight.

No, Ricky, that's not the answer.

Look around, man.

Everybody around me is dying.

Well, it's not because of the fight.

Whoever's doing this, that's exactly what they want.

For you to miss the chance to defend your title

and win that last belt.

Now, you dreamed about this, Ricky.

You worked hard for this bout.

Don't let them win.

It's just, with everything that's going on,

I feel like this is selfish.

Man, so what?

You haven't changed.

Look, if you don't fight, they'll call you a coward.

They'll say you're using all this as an excuse.

If you do fight,

what's happening in Koreatown goes away.

Because you're gonna win.

And you become the face of the community.

A hero.

Take it back, Ricky.

When you win, you take K-town back.

All right. No, thank you.

Thank you. That's great. All right.

Hey, so, unis searched Corey Hearns' home

and there were no signs of a break-in or struggle.

So he was not killed there.

There were no fingerprints found in his car other than his own.

But the navigation system showed that they stopped

at a gas station on the way to the training facility.

Wow. So the killer stopped for gas?

Yeah. Body in the back, sunroof top.

You-you crack me up sometimes.

- Thank you. - Yeah.

- What? - What do you mean, what?

Well, congratulations on your lead.

Let us know what you find.

N-n-n-n-no. Actually, um

y'all two are gonna be checking out the gas station.

What... I'm sorry, d-did you just give ou an assignment, Walker?

Yes, I did, Burnett.

Are you feeling well, Benjamin?

Because that is just not how this works.

- Okay, she just called you Benjamin. - Okay.

Well, today that is how this works.

Ooh.

Just put your foot in it, brother.

See, we just got word

that our K-town bomber Clete Winslow

is now willing to talk to us.

Well, what he had said was

the A-team has a high-profile case to chase.

And for clarity's sake,

we be the A-team.

He's Mr. T and I'm the other guy.

Consequently, the B-team

will be checking out the gas station.

- Yeah. - This is where we back away.

Yeah, now, actually, this is where we run.

We pity the fool.

Damn, Pops. What is this?

Spicy pork rinds and two burritos?

Yeah, I got 4 words for you, brother.

In-di-ges-tion.

Come on, $5. Come on.

Enjoy your heart attack.

No. No, no.

- Not you two. - Well, well.

- If it ain't Big Mikey. - You miss us?

- Hell no, I don't miss you. - What?

That hurts my feelings.

We just got some questions for you, BM.

Now, can't a man move through his life without the po-po

all up in his business?

I still got a limp from the last time y'all asked me

a few questions.

All right, now, what did Pajamay tell you?

Because she's lying. I ain't up to nothing. No cap.

Calm down. We didn't even know you worked here.

Just call it a happy little coincidence.

We just want to look at a record of the receipts you got there

and some of that surveillance footage from last night.

Is that all? Well, I would love to help y'all out,

but, see, I'm in the transaction business.

You saw the man that just left here?

Yeah, see, he paid for that burrito and those spicy pork rinds.

- You feel me? - McKenna, what's that called

when you have information

that relates to a murder investigation

but you refuse to share it with the police?

I believe that is called obstruction.

- Yeah. It's obstruction. - And we can totally make

- a case for it right now. Yeah. - Right, right.

No, y'all can make a case for it, but you ain't gonna catch me.

See, I know my rights.

You can't just take care of me... What-what-what you doing?

Hold m... What are you doing?

Hey, hey. What are you doing?

You know, I feel like we can come to some kind of amicable agreement.

All right, the GPS put the car here at 3:00 a.m.

This is messed up.

Well, it looks like the killer

used Hearns' credit card

at 3:05 a.m.

What, there's his truck.

There we go.

All right, now we just got to put the name with the face.

Shit. Brain freeze. No.

Where you going? Where you going? Where you going?

Hold up. You can't leave me like this.

Come on. Key.

You thinking what I'm thinking?

Three-slushy Monte?

See. Y'all think y'all funny?

Okay.

All right. Yeah, it's not like I can't see.

Like I can't see? You act like I can't see that.

You act like you...

You talk like... Man...

Got it.

That's for trying to shake us down.

Yeah, y'all some coldhearted bitches.

Good luck with that, Mikey.

Yeah, I know where you got your hair done.

You tell Shalikawa I'm-a be over there soon!

Damn.

If you don't have that claim ticket,

- I can't... - I told you, I lost it.

Can you just look for a security uniform?

I've got to go to work. Please?

Thank you.

Syd.

I just authorized Isabel McKenna to come up.

Why are you telling me this?

Because she's here to see you.

- Me? - Her?

That's what I was told.

- Her? - Not me?

You. I'm just the messenger.

Would this be the "nothing" that you were talking about?

No, I mean, she doesn't know about it yet.

Perhaps don't you think that, at least,

you should tell me about the nothing,

in case she does know something?

Patrick and I are separating.

- What? - Yeah.

And you're telling me this now as Izzy's on her way up here?

- Pretend like you don't know about it. - But I do know about it.

Pretend. She's coming.

- Syd? - Hey.

- Hey. Hi. - Hi. Um

I surprised you.

I'm sorry.

Yeah, let's, go in here.

Totally cool with it, right? Yeah? Thank you.

- Hi. - Um...

- Are you okay? - Yeah. Um...

Yeah. I just

I have a small favor to ask.

Would you be my character witness

at my emancipation hearing?

No.

- Why not? - Izzy.

It's not like you're some misunderstood teen

with an alcoholic mother and a deadbeat dad,

who's working her way through high school

with three jobs, trying to raise her genius younger brother.

- What? - It was a great Lifetime movie.

Anyway, you got two terrific parents who love you.

Yeah, okay, but I'm 17 years old. I'm basically an adult.

I'm making my own money, and I'd like to make my own decisions.

And you can. You just

have to have a conversation with Nancy and your dad.

- I already tried that. - No. No.

You-you came in and made a big announcement.

And now you're living in that incubator

under the influence of that-that Dyson dude.

- His name is Dylan. - Whatever.

Listen. Izzy, come on.

Taking legal action against your parents?

I mean, at some point, you got to take stock

and-and look around and-and see how good you have it.

So, no, I am not going into court on your behalf.

McKenna would shoot me.

What's a small flesh wound?

Come on, give me a hug before I tag out.

All right, all right.

Hey.

Hi.

You guys don't love each other anymore?

Sweetheart, we love each other.

We're just not... In love with each other.

I need to ask you a favor.

Do you think you can move back home?

Why?

Because he needs you.

I've never told you this before,

but, um.

I don't know who my father is.

I-I never met him.

I fantasized about who...

He was or-or how he looked.

You know, how he dressed.

And when kids would ask at school

where he was or why he wasn't ever around,

I-I, you know, I made up so many lies.

I dreamt that one day, he would show up

and surprise me.

That day never came.

What you and your father have is so special.

You guys have an incredible bond

and have been through so much.

Honey, he needs you.

Yeah, I know.

Come here.

We tried.

I know.

- I love you. - I love you too.

If I tell 'em what I know,

I get to see my daughter, right?

We'll negotiate the best terms.

And I want to see her before I go back in.

- You know where she is, right? - Yes.

I'm just nervous.

You'll be fine.

Just tell them everything you know, answer their questions.

Maybe I should write it down.

Can I write it down?

Can you remove his restraints?

It's for a confession. We need to get this down.

We could use a notepad.

Thank you.

DDA's 15 minutes out.

Yo, I love the Polynesian community.

It's so quiet. Like, my neighborhood, like, you...

People be calling each other and stuff,

"Yo, Jerry!" You don't hear nobody going,

- "Yo, Luano!" - I never know what you're talking about.

I'm just saying, it's peaceful.

All right.

LAPD!

You check the guard, I got the lawyer.

Deputy's gun is missing.

We're getting you some help. We're gonna get you to a hospital.

- He took my keys. He knows... - Don't talk.

This is Detective Ben Walker. We need assistance

at 13300 Agoura Road. We've got two victims

and a suspect on the run, armed and dangerous.

What kind of car was he driving?

Blue Infiniti, I think.

He's probably driving a blue Infiniti.

Should be, registered to Neil Allison.

We're gonna need an ambulance now!

We've got alerts at all airports,

train and bus stations.

His face is all over the news.

All right, he was transferred from a prison.

He doesn't have any cash.

My money's on Winslow's gonna steal another car.

Or he's gonna have to travel by foot or public transportation.

- Yeah, he has his lawyer's phone. - Track it.

I don't get this guy.

I mean, we could've made a sweet deal,

but instead he breaks?

I mean, what's worth an all-out manhunt

that could end up in his death?

I've got transcripts of the most recent calls

he made from County. Hold on a second.

I think he asked about his daughter.

She's in the custody of social services.

He's not gonna leave his kid.

That's what his lawyer was trying to tell me.

He knows where she is.

All right, well, we got to get to her before he does.

I'll send you his daughter's location.

Gonna light your ass up, you know that, right?

Give me them belts now, homie.

- That fake-ass chain you got on. - You're wasting your time.

- Let me show you how to shine. - This is what shine looks like, homie.

Let me show you how to shine.

This what true shine looks like, chump.

This ain't right without Corey.

- I know, but he'll be here. - Quit stalling and

- give me them belts right now. - Who you talking to, bro?

- I'm talking to you, chump. - Who are you talking to?

- You ain't no champ, you a chump. - I'll light your ass up.

- You know that, right? - Get your finger out my face, homie.

- I'll llight your ass up. - What you gonna do?

Koreatown's own hometown boxer.

Ricky "The Lion" Leon

has decided to continue with tonight's championship bout

after the gruesome discovery of his longtime trainer.

Corey Hearns' body...

Man, Ricky can't catch a break.

Fletch, you got anything on Emma?

I've been tracking Emma's phone all day.

It stopped pinging cell towers about two hours ago.

It's either out of my hacking zone,

or the cell phone is on airplane mode.

Last place it pinged... Echo Park.

- What's in Echo Park? - Vera Coltrane.

Emma knows her?

No, but I do. Soft hands, strong legs...

- Stop. Please stop. - Thanks, Fletch. Look,

if she comes back online, just let me know.

Yeah. Your wish is my command.

You think I'm over thinking it?

Maybe that composite doesn't mean anything to Emma.

Trust your instincts, Syd.

This is so frustrating.

Just want to catch the guy.

- Hey. - What's up?

We got a DMV match to the surveillance footage

of Hearns's killer. Sending it now.

TJ Hobbs.

And got an addy.

- Meet you there? - All right.

I'm out.

- Be safe out there. - Always.

Clear.

This must be where they kept Hearns's body.

Wow.

This is a map of the arena.

He must be heading there now.

Then so are we. Let's go.

Hey.

TJ Hobbs killed Hearns, and he's headed to the arena now.

Can't cancel the fight, it's too late.

We've got spectators attending early bouts.

We'll have to step up security. What's his plan?

We don't know, but we think he's gonna be dressed as a security guard.

Whatever you do, get him out of the arena.

We don't want a panic. I'm on my way.

Security check! Hey, get out. Security check.

Security check. Let's go, move.

Hey, everybody out. Security check, let's go.

Come on. Go.

Introducing first, our WBA champion,

hailing from Motor City, USA, Detroit, Michigan.

David "Thunder" Hayes!

The hometown kid.

WBC, IBF, and WBO Lightweight Champion of the World,

Ricky "The Lion".

Leon!

Get him off me, ref!

A security guard's uniform was found

abandoned in the bathroom.

We're no longer looking for a security guard.

I got eyes on our suspect.

He's north of the ring.

Spotted the suspect.

Floor seats near the ring.

Section 23A.

He's clocked us.

He's moving to the northeast tunnel.

LAPD! Stop!

I'll go around to the north side.

Gun! Stop!

Ricky Leon's gonna be in the hospital a few days.

Blood work suggests poisoning, but he's gonna make it.

Now we got the guy who did it, but we should stay vigilant.

You guys are lead on the Winslow case.

All right.

All right, everyone, listen up.

Finding Clete Winslow is a priority.

We're on A-B watch till we find this guy.

Get some rest.

We'll need the fresh boots on the ground in the morning.

Hey.

Why don't you go home and kiss those babies.

For real? What about you?

I'm gonna do some paperwork.

Yo, we could be hunting this for a while.

Not if I have something to do with it.

Go, go.

You guys.

- Tough day. - Yeah.

Go home. See you in the morning.

- Thanks. - Hey.

You know, we haven't discussed it or anything,

but you know my couch is open.

Actually, I'm, I'm staying with Nico for a while.

- All right. - Yeah.

Plus, I'm exhausted and I need sleep,

and your snoring is so aggressive.

- I don't snore. - My God.

Do you remember the other night,

the stakeout on Hawthorne?

It was like a frigging freight train

going through our car. It was so loud.

I mean, it definitely was gonna blow our cover.

Hey, I'm sorry about you losing your family, McKenna.

Yeah.

Me, too.

But you know what?

You're not gonna be able to call me McKenna anymore.

- No? - No.

It's... Perez.

Am I, am I gonna have to say it like that?

- Like... - Or Perez.

I'm no freaking gringo.

Gonna do it with the hand motion.

- Perez. - Perez.

Channel your Miami days.

See you in the morning.

- Hey. - Hey.

Little late for doing laundry.

I'm home.

About the emancipation, I, um...

No, I'm home, Dad.

I love you.

I know.

I love you, too.

Finally talked to Emma. Sounded urgent.

She should be here about now, so if you got to go, I can lock up.

And leave you here by yourself?

- I'm a cop, Dad. - Exactly my point.

Someone comes creeping in here that shouldn't be,

and you'd be all over 'em.

I'd be sweeping up glass,

- filing insurance claims. - My God.

Marcus taught me how to fight. It's his fault.

Still blaming your brother for everything.

He hit like a girl.

He would, he would close his eyes and flinch.

I remember

the first time you beat him up.

You were fierce.

Syd, I found him.

The man in the composite is Wayland James.

He sold Mallory her fake ID.

Jen Striker.

Okay, but what do you mean you found him?

I know exactly where he is.

You're gonna take me to my daughter.

I can't do that.

Wrong answer.

I don't know where she is, Clete.

I saw you take her.

This is not the way to get your daughter back.

Shut up.

You're gonna take me to her.

I don't know where she is.

Get up.

There you go.

Trust me, you're not gonna get what you want

if you don't let me go.

- Trust you? - Yeah.

Right.

Let me go, you son of a bitch!

Or what?

What?

Or you're gonna end up dead.

Yeah, yeah.

Smile. Smile.

This one, this one,

and this one.

Yo. Walker never Face Times.

Yeah, and it's a group Face Time.

Yo, I bet you they're pregnant again.

- Really? - He's been eating a lot of oysters lately.

You think? Let's see.

- Hey. - Yo, move in front of the camera.

- We can't see you. - Yeah, turn towards the light.

Damn, bro, what happened to you?

Trace this.

- Help me. - Where are you?

I don't know.

He wants to see his daughter.

Hey, guys.

I'm coming to see you, asshole.

That is no way to negotiate.

Let Walker go or there's nothing to talk about.

No. That is not how this works.

I'm in charge.

Do not make me kill him.

Get my daughter and call me back.

I want to see that you have her.

Get us the location right now!

Hurry before your friend bleeds out.

Come on. Let's go, let's go, let's go.

Come on.