When was the last time you saw daylight?
Wayland kept Jen here for Lord knows how long.
God, the shit she must have endured.
Let me out!
She wasn't the only one.
Tanya, Karen.
Well, we know Mallory is Jen.
Do we think Tanya and Karen might be people Jen knew?
Even before her abduction?
I can see if Emma remembers them.
Call her.
Get some fresh air.
Hi. This is Emma.
Leave a message and I'll call you right back.
Emma, it's Syd. I've got a question for you.
Give me a call back.
Yeah...
Well done. You've taken the first step.
Thanks. It's starting to feel like an AA meeting.
- You know? - Well, I never met a sailor who didn't drink, so...
You may be on to something.
All right.
I want everybody to ask themselves
how your time in the service changed you.
We all have our own demons.
Let's use this time to confront them.
All right? McKenna, how about it?
- How about what? - What keeps you up at night?
Uh, well, I have a teenager,
- so, you know. - Okay, what else?
Come on, what happened over there?
Uh, I mean, you know,
few deployments, back and forth,
shit goes down, you know?
All right, be, be... Come on. Be specific.
Stuff.
All right, I'll tell you what. You and I
will discuss more in our one-on-one. Okay?
All right. Moving on.
I'm sure many of you are familiar with this next exercise.
It is part teamwork, part workout.
Log PT.
Come on, guys! Let's hear it. Come on now.
Carry your weight.
Keep going all day long!
How we looking, Stephen?
- Ask me next week. - That bad?
- The polls are neck and neck. Which is fine, except... - We're broke.
Broke would be an improvement.
Without a miracle, you're gonna have to bow out.
- What's this? - A Hail Mary.
You know who Charlotte Hume is?
The socialite? Yeah.
Every member of her family has a TV show.
Yeah. But Charlotte's the smart one.
Who's known to make generous campaign contributions.
So what, I just show up, hat in hand, ask for a fat check?
This ain't the '90s.
All right, you got to ask for a social media shout-out.
- Seriously? - She has 70 million followers.
Her endorsement would be huge.
But a fat check wouldn't hurt either.
Okay.
What else you got?
Nathan Baker is blogging again.
Nathan Baker?
Yeah, he's blogging lies again.
Well, hardly matters anymore.
Guy is trolling us, Stephen.
I suggest you craft a response.
Otherwise, don't even bother with Charlotte Hume or her fat check.
Wow.
Lots of bling on your walls.
And you're, uh, what, a history buff?
Uh, legacy, actually.
My fourth great-grandfather was in the Civil War.
So, is this, what, round two of the inquisition?
Old habits. Sometimes I forget I am a therapist, not a drill sergeant.
You miss it?
It's why I started this retreat.
It's how I stay connected to other vets who've gone through the same.
- Like you. - Ha.
Smooth segue.
So, um, why are you here?
Well, I heard the food was great
and the beds are really comfortable,
- so... - What are you doing here, honestly?
Um...
My life is falling apart.
My marriage is over, and, uh...
My partner and I seem to
have bullets follow us no matter where we go.
I see.
- And why is that? - You got to meet my partner.
You ever think it's all deliberate?
Well, I mean, when someone's shooting at you,
- it's, like, literally the most deliberate thing. - No, your marriage,
the... the risky behavior. Are you running back to the rush?
- "The rush"? - Yeah, nothing beats the rush of living under fire.
It's why so many vets pursue law enforcement like you did.
I mean, what else are we gonna do?
Yeah.
I came back a different person.
But I don't miss those days.
I never want to be back in that sandbox.
Yeah, let's, uh...
- Let's talk about Iraq. - I already told you.
Right.
"Stuff."
Petty Officer First Class Perez, Nancy.
Look at you. That's a good picture.
- How'd you get ahold of my service records? - I know some people.
Purple Heart, Combat Action Ribbon,
Navy Star. That's impressive.
You want to tell me about Ibrahim Abboud?
Perez, take the damn shot!
After he was killed, you lost your nerve.
- You were sent back to rear detachment. - Yeah, okay.
- I'm just trying to point something out. - What, that you can read?
I believe all your troubles started
with Ibrahim Abboud and his jihadi mom.
- I did what I had to do. - Yeah.
And you got commendations.
But you still feel the need to justify it.
- Your point? - That you're punishing yourself
for killing Ibrahim because nobody else did.
It's time to drive on.
- What? - It's a Corps saying. "Drive on.
Better road lies ahead."
Emma, it's Syd.
Uh, I've been trying to reach you.
Give me a call back. It's important.
- Hello? - Terry, hi, this is Detective Syd Burnett.
I've been trying to find Emma. Do you know where she is?
No. We were gonna meet for brunch and she never came.
I just checked her yoga class.
Emma never showed up.
When was she supposed to be there?
Three hours ago.
Something's wrong. I know it.
U... uh, Terry, I got to call you back.
I just got a call about an abandoned car in North Hollywood.
Patrol ran the plates.
It belongs to Emma Mitchell.
- I want Baines riding shotgun. - I don't need a babysitter.
Hey, hey. Whoa, whoa, whoa. I prefer "two guard."
Fine.
Hey, look, it can be fun, right?
I'm a Scarface-pizza kind of babysitter.
And just because it's me doesn't mean
anything has to change, all right? You can say...
whatever you would say
if McKenna was riding with you.
Oh, that's such a relief.
This dude was chomping the box last night,
it was amazing. Well, until I farted, so...
Chains on the bed and everything?
Yep. All that was missing was a pit and a basket to put the lotion in,
and would've been the full Buffalo Bill.
See, that's why I don't trust white men with basements.
Hey, look, I got my thing just like everybody else,
but if your thing has to happen underground, that's a problem.
Okay, we got keys, phone, water.
Emma never even unplugged the phone from the charger.
Rear bumper's busted, got a broken light here.
Okay. She gets rear-ended, she pulls over...
Exchange information...
- Gets grabbed. - You know, this is some brazen shit.
Like, who kidnaps a woman in broad daylight
in the middle of NoHo?
A middle-aged white man with a basement.
Help! Somebody, please help!
Help! Help me!
Please... What do you want?
Please let me go.
Please. Please.
- Go, go ahead and scream. - Please. Oh, please!
Help!
But I'm gonna warn you...
- ...I like it. - Please, please, please don't hurt me.
- Please. - You really do look like Mallory.
Please. Oh, please. Please.
What do you want?
Please don't hurt me.
No, no, no.
Please, please, please. Please... What are you...
It burns.
- Yeah. - It burns so much.
It should.
It burns so much.
Oh, here, here, here, let me,
let me, let me take the pain away.
I got you, I got you, I got you.
Yeah.
"One pill makes you larger, one pill makes you small."
What do you want from me?
We could go around the carousel... again,
or you could tell me what you told the cops.
So...
What's it gonna be, beautiful?
- So how long were you in? - Uh, uh...
Seven years.
Would've gone career, but women aren't allowed in sniper school.
Still a boys' club.
- Like most things. - Yeah.
Women have to meet the standard. Twice.
- Ain't that some shit? - Yeah.
I bet you were great.
They give you 40 rounds to qualify as a sharpshooter.
I did it with 12.
- But did you do it twice? - Hoo-ah.
- Ah. Ow. - You okay?
Yeah, yeah, just got a rock.
- I'll meet up with you. - Okay.
- You're late. - Hi.
You got somewhere else to be?
I don't like this. There's no backup for miles,
and you didn't have enough time to prep.
I've been prepping for this since I was shipped out at 17.
All right, well, you figured out why both the Koreatown assassins
came through this therapy program yet?
No.
Winslow and Hobbs came through here months ago.
No one remembers them.
But Duke Ingram... He's shady.
What, you think he's... he's got something to do with it?
He has access to classified files.
He had my military service records.
My real ones, not the ones the Navy made public.
He has others, too.
All right, maybe someone's hiring him to recruit assassins
through his therapy program. Can we... can we get at his files?
Yeah. He keeps 'em locked up in his office.
We can break in tonight.
When everyone's in the mess hall, 7:00 p.m.
All right, I got to go. Uh, you know what?
We have to get into his computer, as well.
Can you ask Fletcher to help us out?
- Yeah. Oh, hey. - What?
Take this.
What? No.
This is veterans therapy.
- I can't have a weapon, they check. - Then hide it.
Thanks, Dad.
You're welcome.
District Attorney... Ah, excuse me, interim.
- Nathan. - I got your call.
You finally see the error of your ways?
You went after my daughter.
That's a little dramatic.
- I talked to her... - That is my kid,
- you son of a bitch. - All right, you...
You could have threatened me over the phone.
Do we really need the Tony Soprano vibe?
- What's it gonna take? - I'm sorry?
To make you go away.
You know, when I heard you were running for DA,
I thought, damn, the balls
- on this arrogant bastard... - Just name your price, Nathan.
I don't have a price, Pat.
I enjoy seeing you suffer. And that's...
Well, that's not gonna change anytime soon.
You know the guy that you beat outside that bar?
He still walks with a limp.
I am proud of the verdict that I got in that case.
However,
I'm not proud of the sentence I got.
It was excessive, it was political, it was...
motivated by selfish ambition, and if I could go back...
and change it, I would.
But the past is the past, Nathan.
So how can I help you today?
- Help me? - I'm running my campaign on integrity.
What better way to demonstrate that
than review the facts of our case, and it they bear out,
expunge your conviction.
I can't get you that time back,
but maybe I can help you get back on your feet.
I'm sorry, Nathan.
I truly am.
I'll be in touch.
Is this everything from Wayland's apartment?
Because there's still nothing on Wayland's phone or his girlfriend's.
Well... "I'm Beverly Gamble. I've got type 1 diabetes
and I have terrible taste in men."
No trace of Wayland or Beverly in the last two weeks.
Syd?
Sorry. I can't stop thinking about Jen
in that basement with this animal.
Don't even do that to yourself.
Detectives, the glass shards from the broken headlight
you found at the accident scene were marked
- using microdot technology. - Oh, great.
- Now, what does that mean? - On certain makes and models,
microscopic VIN numbers are sprayed onto the headlamps during assembly,
linking that headlight to a specific vehicle.
This is your vehicle.
We put an alarm out on it.
Good work, Linda.
Beverly Gamble. LAPD.
- Show me your hands. You're under arrest. - What's going on?
Your car was used in a possible abduction.
Oh, wha... What's happening?
Get her out of here.
- What happened to the headlight, Bev? - I don't know.
- Uh, the car belongs to Wayland. - Your boyfriend.
- Wayland James? - Yes.
- Where is he? - I... I don't know.
He told me to pick up the car at a Walmart in Porter Ranch
- and leave it at the park and ride. - A woman was abducted using your car.
When was the last time you saw Wayland?
Uh, he said he got into some trouble
and that we both needed to lay low.
I went to a motel in Long Beach.
Then, today he left a message with the front desk,
- telling me to move the car. - Mm.
So he knew where you were staying.
- Did that work both ways? - No.
Everyone's still in the mess hall.
Ingram doesn't like long dinners, so...
- I got to be quick. - All right.
Fletcher come through?
Oh, and, uh, he says you owe him one.
Oh, God, not a guy you want to owe.
I'm in.
Winslow's un-redacted military record.
Give me your phone.
Here you go.
Psych evals.
Physical fitness.
I can totally see why they recruited him to be an assassin.
- Sorry. I didn't... - No.
It's fine.
Hobbs is no schlub, either.
All right, look, all this Nancy Drew shit
is really cool, but we got to hurry up.
I'm just gonna search his computer.
Look at this.
"Scout going well. Finding replacement won't be an issue.
Mission still a go as planned."
This is from yesterday.
Uh... This is enough to arrest him.
- No. - No?
Yes. Yes, he's still planning something.
We got to get him into an interrogation room
- and get him to talk. - He's special ops.
Nothing you say or do is gonna get that guy to talk.
Okay. Then what?
I'm gonna stay here undercover
and convince him I'm the most qualified person
- for whatever he's planning. - No. No.
I don't... I don't like... I don't like that.
That's not... Nothing I say is gonna matter, is it?
No.
Shit.
- What? - Someone's coming. Come here.
- What? No. - Ow.
What are you doing? I'm trying to keep your op alive.
You can't just... Molest me.
I didn't molest you. I was just trying to kiss you a little.
The hell's going on here?
- Um... - Um, we're, uh...
This is my boyfriend.
I thought everyone was at the mess...
Hall, and...
You know, we have rules here. They apply to everyone.
I just, um...
I... He wanted to come and I was like,
you know, "You should do that."
- But, you know, like... - No, like, come... I wanted to come here.
Not like the... Yeah, but not the other "come." But...
- You know. It's... - Anyway...
Chad.
Does your wife know you're here, Chad?
I'm...
I'm in real estate, so I kind of just wear it.
Gives me a little more credibility.
- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.
You know?
- Got to sell all those houses. - Yeah.
Told you this was a bad idea.
- Yeah. - He did. He... he didn't want to come.
Sorry. It's not funny.
This won't happen again.
Good. 'Cause if it does, you're done here.
I'll... I'll never come again.
♪ Ridin' round with the doors off ♪
♪ Oh, rollin' so damn slow ♪
♪ You would think I'm finna doze off ♪
♪ And if your panties still on ♪
♪ Better get to takin' those off ♪
♪ Like we been ridin' with the doors off ♪
♪ Ridin' with the doors off ♪
♪ I'll put 'em on when I wanna keep the... off ♪
♪ Ugh, but I'd rather get their clothes off ♪
♪ I feel good, you would think I took a Zoloft ♪
♪ Might've had the dose off ♪ ♪ Feel like I'm ridin'... ♪
- Ms. Hume. - DA McKenna.
I like the cut of your jib.
- I'm sorry, um... - Idioms.
I try to learn a new one every week.
There's a book. No big deal.
Do you know what it means?
You, uh, you like the way I look?
Uh, no.
It literally means you're my kind of person.
And so, DA McKenna,
I like the cut of your jib.
Tough on crime,
yet socially progressive.
I could really use your support.
And your contributions.
Well, you could at least buy me dinner first.
If you really like the cut of my jib,
I wouldn't think you'd mind some honest communication.
I do love a man who knows what he wants.
And if honest is what we're being,
I've been looking forward to meeting you in person.
Same.
Well, unfortunately,
this shakedown will have to continue at another time.
I've got to make my rounds.
I'll check you later.
♪ Better get to takin' those off ♪
♪ Like we been ridin' with the doors off ♪
♪ I just wanna look good ♪ ♪ Not street smart ♪
♪ I just wanna get bread in my dream car, yeah ♪
Geez.
I see you got your "new lead" face on.
- What's up? - Yes!
Remember the names you found on the wall of Wayland's basement?
- Mm-hmm. - Okay.
We're pretty sure that Karen was Karen Selby, all right?
Her case was closed a few years ago
when they found a DNA match of a Jane Doe
who overdosed in Griffith Park at 19 years old.
- What about Tanya? - Tanya is Tanya Glover.
Was reported missing 20 years ago at the age of 15.
Last seen leaving for the mall.
She was a diabetic and her parents
said she was supposed to meet two friends for a movie.
Wait.
- Tanya had diabetes? - Yeah.
Beverly left behind insulin pens in Wayland's apartment.
Beverly is 35 years old, which is the age Tanya would be today.
Beverly is not Wayland's girlfriend.
She's one of his victims.
She look familiar?
She should.
That's Tanya Glover.
She went missing 20 years ago.
She carved her name into the wall of Wayland's basement.
It's you, isn't it?
You're Tanya.
Don't call me that.
That's who you are.
Tanya is who I was.
Bad things happened to Tanya.
She was weak.
I'm Beverly.
Okay.
Tanya's a victim.
Beverly...
She's a survivor.
Beverly?
I need to know what happened to Tanya.
Wayland took another girl.
And we need your help to find her.
It's been so long since he's...
Beverly, he's using you to hurt another girl just like he did Tanya.
Ever been injected with Diprivan?
It burns.
Like your veins are on fire.
Then came the Narcan chaser,
like adrenaline straight to the heart.
And he would do it over and over again.
And again.
Until you depended on him to take the pain away.
Did Tanya ever try to escape?
Wayland said he would murder her family if she ever ran.
Her parents weren't even looking for her.
Nobody was.
Tanya's parents love her.
They were heartbroken. They went to the news.
- They offered a reward. - No, you're lying.
You're lying.
Wayland is the only one who loves me.
He takes care of me.
He teaches me.
Do you remember Mallory?
We were together until she escaped.
How did she escape?
Wayland was being sweet that night.
He was bringing us dinner.
Mallory had gotten one of her chains loose and hit him with it.
Hurt him really bad.
Wayland went looking for her when he came to.
But he couldn't find her.
He was scared.
I'd never seen him scared like that.
He never got over Mallory.
He hated her after that.
Said if he ever found her, he would kill her.
The woman Wayland took
was Mallory's sister.
- How did he find her? - She found him.
Beverly?
We know Wayland gave you a way to contact him.
We need that information.
Her name's Emma.
And you already know what he's gonna do to her.
Please, please, please, please!
No, please! No, please!
Please, please, please, please, please!
No, please, no...
Please! Ah!
Yeah.
Welcome back, welcome back.
Welcome back.
Stop, please!
- Please, stop! - You're really... you're really...
you're really like your sister.
She was my favorite.
Please.
Do you know, uh...
do you know why I brought you here?
Because no-one can hear you scream.
He made me memorize a secure e-mail address.
I'm supposed to send him a message if I ever get into trouble.
Thank you, Beverly.
This is Cynthia. She's a social worker.
She's gonna take you upstairs
and get you started with victim services, okay?
Okay.
Thank you.
Please let me go!
_
What the...
What the f...
- Yo, I hate to say this... - Well, you have time to stop yourself.
Should we consider that Beverly might be lying?
I'm just sayin'...
he's been deep in her head for a lot of years.
Well, maybe.
I mean, she was with him for a long time,
she's never gonna really be able to shake his influence.
Jen escaped and she still didn't go home.
I never understood that. Why not?
Wayland broke her down.
Turned her into an addict and a prostitute.
Made her feel worthless.
Damn.
I hope his ass shows up 'cause I got something for him.
You replied to that email way too fast, he's gonna be here.
We've got eyes on a suspect at the entrance.
Brown jacket, jeans, ball cap.
What kind of...
LAPD. You're under arrest.
You know, I gave everybody a day pass
for a little R and R in town.
Guess you didn't get the memo.
I'm always the last to know.
You know, we've had a couple people disappear up here,
turn up in the ravine months later after the animals got to 'em.
Depression is a real thing, especially here.
You really think you can get away with killing a cop?
If I'm smart about it,
and I'm pretty smart.
What?
Why?
Why, after all those years, would you kill Mallory?
I didn't kill anyone.
Like you never kidnapped Emma Mitchell or Tanya Glover?
We know Beverly Gamble is Tanya.
Beverly is a lovely girl.
- Loyal and devoted. She's... - No. No, she's not loyal.
How do you think we found you?
She flipped on you, hard.
- Where is she now? - Don't worry, we've got her.
I wouldn't be so sure.
Oh. Those sweet girls
were quicker to trust a friendly woman like her
than a strange man like me.
Tanya was a caterpillar.
But Beverly was my butterfly.
She was in on it.
She helped you recruit those girls.
Beverly.
She's alive. Call the paramedics.
This is Detective Syd Burnett, Robbery-Homicide. I need an ambulance.
We're LAPD headquarters downtown,
social services, room 842. Put a rush on it.
Damn it, McKenna.
Come on, come on.
Come on.
- We're gonna have a little chat. - Happy to, Detective.
- Syd. - I got this, Baines. Out.
I don't think that's a good idea.
I don't think you want to see this.
You're gonna tell me where Emma is.
Oh, shit.
- He's good to go. - Find him a cell. Let's go.
Where to? Old scrapyard in the Valley.
Syd?
I didn't have to be in the room to know what you did to Wayland
and now you don't call for backup. What's up?
- If we tip her off... - Syd.
This is me you're talking to, all right?
Now, we're not goin' in there unless I know you're good.
I'm good.
LAPD! Emma, if you can hear us,
call out!
Syd?
I didn't... Please, please...
I didn't do anything.
Let her go, Beverly. It's over.
Not till I say it's over.
Just shoot her, Syd!
Shut up!
I got you! I got you! I'm on him.
Tell me, Bev. You were there.
Why did Wayland kill Mallory all those years later? Why?
I was there from the beginning.
Then sweet, precious Mallory came along.
Don't say her name, you bitch.
I never thought I'd see her again after she left.
It was random, you know?
I just needed a new bar to watch the game in.
I walked in and there she was, just pouring drinks.
I followed her for a few days, watched her.
I was gonna tell Wayland, but I knew he'd want her back.
I couldn't have that.
So I did what I had to do.
Wayland is gone. He's not gonna hurt anybody else ever again.
Just let her go.
Tanya, it's you.
She's inside of you. Wayland,
he never changed that.
He couldn't change that.
Tanya, you can stop this right now.
You don't have to pretend, and you don't have to protect yourself.
Okay?
Just put the blade down.
They came here for help
and you turned them into killers!
They were already killers.
- Just like you. - You don't know me.
Ah, sure I do. I met you a thousand times.
You thought you had what it took,
and you got over to the hotbox and your inner snowflake came out.
But hey, pull,
kill me like you killed that innocent little ♪♪♪ over in Iraq.
McKenna, put the gun down!
Go ahead.
You're pathetic.
♪♪♪
I killed her.
I killed Mallory.
Sydney...
Come here. It's okay.
It's okay.