All units, be on the lookout
for eight prostitutes in lingerie,
fighting near Park La Brea. At 10:00 a.m.?
Yeah, you know, sometimes you just got to get it in.
Want to take the call? Hell no.
Those ladies will take an eye out.
Check it out... 2:00, knit cap.
Call it in. Control, 7-Adam-15.
211 in progress, Circus Liquor,
requesting backup.
Ready?
Drop the gun!
Don't shoot! It... It's just a movie!
No, don't... Don't look at camera.
This is great production value.
What the... Okay, arrest him like it's real.
Oh, no! Uh, tase him.
What? Make it really hurt.
Fake gun.
Of course it is. I'm a film major.
This is my thesis project.
Okay, well, you almost got your actor killed.
Do you have a permit to film here, one that would have
notified law enforcement of your use of prop firearms?
No, I... I'm just a student.
That doesn't matter.
You've just committed a misdemeanor
punishable by up to a year in jail
or a $10,000 fine.
Your driver's license, please.
Beaver.
What kind of weird-ass movie is this?
Morning, sir.
- Good morning. - You ready to go?
As I'll ever be. You?
We'll head out right after roll call.
See you in there.
Yo, you should've come out with us last night.
We hit this barista jam down in the Arts District.
A what?
Yeah, uh, celebrity baristi
pull espresso shots from artisanal beans,
whip up latte art.
It's total fire.
Okay, I know all those words separately, but together...
Oh, then we jammed with this Cowpunk band till like 4:00 a.m.,
then went to Venice Beach to watch the sunrise.
Okay, you have a singular way of making me feel
a thousand years old.
Sorry. Hang on one second.
Yo! This is he.
What?
Well, there must be some mistake.
No, um, I will look into that today. Thank you.
I'm so sorry about that. Thank you.
What?
Uh, my tuition payment for Henry's college
didn't go through... Insufficient funds.
I thought you had his whole four years squirreled away.
I do. It's... I'm sure it's just a mistake.
Okay, before you hit the street today,
a few orders of business.
One of my duties as Sergeant
is to run periodic assessments on officers under my command
to ensure that the duty manual is being followed
and that, personally, you are all above reproach.
Then I hope you didn't read my diary.
Uh, what exactly is being assessed?
Occupational integrity.
From how we maintain our equipment
to the upkeep of all of our certifications.
If we can't obey every rule,
how can we expect that from citizens?
Exactly.
This is a list of all minor deficiencies.
Officer West will be in charge
of sharing those infractions with you
and making sure this station is in compliance
with all regulations.
So I won't be riding with Officer Lopez today, sir?
No, she and I will be out of the station
for the rest of the day.
So, that being said,
Sergeant Roberts from Pacific Division
will be filling in.
I expect to hear good things.
That's it.
Officer Nolan, a word, please.
Yes, sir? Any problem?
I didn't want to say this in front of everyone,
but your credit score's been red-flagged.
A credit risk is 620.
You're at 300.
That's impossible.
I check my credit score every six months.
I've never been below 700.
Well, it's under it now.
A cop in financial trouble
is susceptible to bad actions.
If you don't raise your score to acceptable standards ASAP,
they will cut you from the program.
Yes, sir. I'll fix it. Good.
First, Henry's tuition bounces. Now this?
Something's really wrong.
Here you go.
So, are you nervous about meeting Rachel's dad?
Please.
It's got to be a tick nerve-racking.
Rachel adores her dad.
And he's gonna love me.
Colin was a sheriff for 30 years.
Yeah, in a town with two stop lights.
L.A. or Mayberry, a cop's a cop.
Oh, no, he's from Sweet Home, not Mayberry.
No, I-I know. It's...
Mayberry, like, the TV show?
What TV show? Never mind.
Hey, where are Lopez and Grey going?
Lompoc Prison.
Guy who shot Grey and killed his partner is up for parole.
Parole? But he killed a cop.
It's been 10 years.
Must've gotten credit for good behavior.
I doubt they'll release him.
Why is Lopez going?
Lopez and her T.O. were first on scene.
Officer Rowland died in her arms.
That's awful.
10 years ago, Lopez would've been a rookie.
It was her first shift.
We'll get there in two hours if you heavy-foot it.
So, I cleared the way with local law
so they don't sweat a black-and-white blur on the interstate.
Well, we won't need to stop for food.
Turkey jerky. Gummy bears.
And breath mints.
The Advocate Group send that over?
Yep. Victim Emergency Bags.
Everything a survivor needs to get through the stages of grief.
I appreciate the thought,
but I went through all those stages a long time ago.
Feels like yesterday.
That it does.
You speak with Christine?
Yeah. Yeah, um, last night. She's not going.
We'll have to speak on the widow's behalf.
You ready?
Yep.
No. No, no, no. This is a nightmare.
I only carry one credit card.
My credit report says I have seven.
Someone obviously stole my identity
and opened cards in my name.
And ran up big balances.
And they emptied Henry's college account.
How am I gonna fix this?
Detective Summerland, Identify Theft Division.
He'll know what to do.
Alrighty. Here we go.
Now, first thing we got to do is super important.
We got to separate all the legitimate charges
from the illegitimate charges, alright?
So, we're gonna need one of these...
Let's see.
Looks like you spent $19,000,
uh, for an ocelot coat?
I'm sorry. What is an ocelot again?
Something that would like its fur back.
That's... No. Okay, okay.
So, I think we all agree that charge
is pretty gosh darn illegitimate, right?
Okay.
Looks like you also paid $15,000 for tennis shoes.
$15,000?
Do they come with a car?
Okay, look, none of those charges
on those six cards are mine,
but the college account is, and it's been emptied.
How long will it take for the bank to put that money back?
Uh, yeah,
so the... the bank,
um, they... will not give you your money back,
because you only have 60 days
to notify them of fraudulent activity,
and if you don't, then no way, Jose,
are they on the hook.
And they probably made that "clear" to you
in, like, criminally small print, so...
I only check the account once a semester
when I make the payment.
Okay, well, what about Nolan's credit?
Because if we can't get that sorted,
he is out of the F.T.O. program.
10-4. I got you guys covered.
I will have a gorgeous case file for you
by end of business,
and the case file should be enough for the LAPD, so...
Okay, well, that's good news.
Henry's gonna get kicked out of the school
if they don't get that money.
Okay, let's... Let's not go that far.
We just need to find the guy who stole it.
Actually, when you do nab your man,
you will still need to persuade the court
to force him to make restitution, so...
How long will that take?
Oh, just three years. Five years, tops.
Five years? No, no, sorry.
Uh, what I should say is it will be three to five years
unless the thief happens to be overseas,
in which case it'll be more like never.
Wait a minute.
He bought an Allenbach.
Does that have fur, too?
No, better.
It has GPS.
It's a watch, and I am betting
our thief is wearing that right now.
So, have you decided where you're taking Rachel's dad for dinner?
I mean, too fancy, and he'll think you're a showoff.
But he is from out of town,
so you got to deliver a celebrity sighting.
We have a reservation for 7:00 p.m. at The Smokehouse.
Ooh. Old school.
I like it.
Oh, Rach. We were just talking about you.
That's... That's awful. Yeah, we're on it.
We'll... We'll be right there.
Somebody broke into her father's car
and stole his suitcase.
And you told her we'd handle it?
Come on. You know?
This is a great opportunity to bond.
You just put your best foot forward.
Auto burglary cases have a .02% solve rate.
How is failing to recover her dad's suitcase
my best foot forward?
Smokehouse.
I love their bread.
Hey. Smitty. Got a sec?
Not exactly.
This comes straight from the Sarge.
What? I need you to check
the expiration date of your pepper spray.
They have expiration dates? Yes.
And the compliance audit listed you
as having outdated OC spray.
"Good through October 2014."
Yeah, I'mma need you to change that out.
Bet it still works. You want to see?
Smitty. Kit room's that way.
Records show you haven't qualified with your assault rifle in...
Looks like it's been about...
Look, i-if you're not in Motors anymore,
you have to return the motorcycle.
And y...
And the helmet!
Okay, it's simple.
Drink a cup of coffee, put a buck in the jar.
Cup, buck. Cup, buck. Cup, buck.
Cup, buck.
Okay, look.
Just, um, put this 10 bucks in the jar, please.
Thanks for coming.
Look at you in that uniform.
It's so good to see you again. Yeah.
Shoot.
Tim Bradford.
Colin Hall.
It's a pleasure to meet you, sir.
Sorry your trip got off to a rough start.
Ah, it was my own fault.
I saw a guy eyeing the car as I parked,
but I was in a hurry.
Good news is
I could recognize him if I saw him again.
Well, unfortunately, we have
17,000 auto burglaries in L.A. each year,
so the odds of us finding the guy...
You know, back in Sweet Home, a good street cop
would know every crook in his beat.
We call it "beat integrity."
Well, much easier in a town with nine criminals.
Okay, Dad, we really just need to get a claim number
for the insurance report.
You know, maybe I'll drive around
and see if I can't crack the case for you.
Uh, Dad... You know what, sir?
Why don't you climb in the shop?
We'll drive around, do some hunting.
See if we get lucky.
If you insist. Alright. Come on.
You should sit in the front, sir.
Thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
I have to get back to work, but I owe you.
Okay.
I know.
But try and stay positive, okay?
I had no idea some watches had GPS.
Allenbachs were originally designed for fighter pilots
in case they got shot down... Help rescuers find them.
7-Adam-15,
I have a records match for the address you called in.
House belongs to Jordan Neil,
43 years old, no criminal history.
That's about to change.
Nice to see he's spending my money wisely.
He's gonna run. He's getting away.
No, he's not.
Aah!
You're under arrest.
How the hell did you find me?
You stole the identities of over 40 people.
I have no idea what you're talking about.
And do you mind taking these off?
You're scratching my Eames chair.
I think you mean my Eames chair
and my jukebox
and my drones... which are all frivolous purchases, by the way.
What is angry cop talking about?
You stole my identity... John Nolan.
Yeah. How's that for luck? You stole a cop's identity.
Look, there's obviously been some sort of misunderstanding.
Mm. Mm-hmm. Yeah, okay. So, here's what's gonna happen.
A truck is gonna come and get all of this stuff
because it's not your stuff... It's evidence
that will eventually be sold off to pay back all your victims.
You can't do that.
Oh, but the law says that I can.
Officer West. I got a job for you.
I need you to catalog a house full of stolen property.
Uh, Sergeant Grey already gave me a long list of jobs.
Well, this one is more time-sensitive.
Are you gonna explain to Sergeant Grey
if I don't get his list done? Yeah, I got you covered.
Thank you, ma'am.
Oh, there's just one thing I need to finish,
and then I'm all yours. Alright.
Wait, Smitty! Help me move this thing.
Looks fine where it is.
It's a code violation.
It's supposed to be 3 feet from a fire exit.
My back's been acting up.
Get over here and push.
Hold on.
What is this? Whoa.
This case is over a year old, and it was never assigned.
What do I do with it? Put it back where you found it.
What? I can't do that, Smitty.
Kid, that file is as cold as ice and guaranteed trouble.
Look, it's an open case and... look,
there's even a print to run.
It is a little degraded, though. A little?
The most important thing you can learn in this job
is never volunteer for anything.
Okay, look, this case literally fell through the cracks.
Yeah, although it is a simple vandalism case,
I mean, the victim still deserves justice.
You're a good man.
And I was never here.
You nervous?
A little.
Just speak from the heart. You'll do fine.
That day changed me forever.
Seeing a cop die wearing the same uniform I was...
as I held his hands.
Did you know that was my first day on the job?
Yeah, I did.
I've been impressed
in how you've handled every day since.
That's why I reached out when I became Watch Commander...
I needed cops like you to set an example.
How about you?
You nervous?
Know what you're gonna say?
Nervous? No.
I knew this day would come.
I just didn't think it would come so soon.
I'd do anything to get him back.
Today's for Dennis.
Damn straight.
Turn to the left.
Uh, that's not really my good side.
Please face left.
Is this all just a game to you?
Well, as the Buddha says,
"When the mind is pure, joy follows
like a shadow that never leaves."
I read it on a fortune cookie. What do you want?
You honestly don't feel any guilt or shame about this?
For what? I'm an innocent man.
Who's about to be locked in a cell.
Well, until my lawyer comes to bail me out.
Nolan.
- What's up? - I calculated the value
of all the items
that Officer West catalogued at the residence so far,
and when you cross-reference the valuation
of all the seized assets against the...
Okay, d-d-don't get all mathy on him.
Oh, gosh, sorry.
We know that Mr. Neil,
he stole close to $2 million, right?
However, the value of his seized assets,
they're only worth $700,000.
So, where's the missing money?
My guess is that the money is probably
sitting pretty in an offshore account.
How can we find that?
The information is most likely on his computers.
However, his computers happen to be R.S.A.-encrypted,
which means there's totally no way we can crack them.
But if we have Jordan's computers,
he doesn't have access to the money either, right?
N-Not unless he's got a backup... drive.
Which is the first thing he'll head for
once he bails out,
leaving all of his victims to get pennies on the dollar
while he slips off to a non-extradition country
and sips Mai Tais on a beach.
What are you doing? I'm calling Jackson,
having him start searching for that backup drive right now.
Look, there are nearly 4 million people in Los Angeles.
The odds of finding one person are miniscule.
But all 4 million aren't breaking into cars
in this neighborhood, are they?
No, sir. See? We've already narrowed it down.
The thing is, if he's smart,
he hit as many cars as he could in 10 minutes
and then jumped on the freeway.
He could be in Barstow by now.
"If he's smart"?
When you have you ever known a criminal to be smart, Lucy?
He's probably taking a break nearby,
having tacos with extra cheese, extra salsa.
That your guy?
That's my guy.
I'm gonna need you to put your hands on the van, spread your legs.
Hey. Don't even think about it.
Don't move.
Guess L.A. isn't such a big city after all.
Retired or not, Mr. Hall, you've still got it.
Oh, that was easy.
Back in Sweet Home, we ride one cop per cruiser.
None of this partner stuff.
Hell, if you can't take down a suspect alone,
shouldn't be on the job.
Hope I didn't step on any toes.
No, no problem at all.
Just glad you're getting your bag back.
Yeah. And there it is.
Yep, we just need to document it, and you're good to go.
Yeah, I'll, uh, snap a couple of pics,
and then I'll sign it out as returned to rightful owner.
Look, clearly, you're a good cop.
I appreciate that.
Dedicated, selfless, and takes pride in his work.
A little sphinctered maybe, but that can be good, too.
Just not for my daughter.
Excuse me? Forget about police divorce rates.
What kills me is that if the lights go out
and... and crazy washes over this town,
you'll run out into the night.
Sir, it's every cop's duty to...
Yeah, I understand that, son. I get it.
But my daughter cannot be left alone in the dark.
I was just like you. Always put the job first.
Saw what it did to my wife.
I do not want that for my baby girl.
I know how much you care about Rachel.
That's why I think you'll do the right thing
and let her go.
Okay, Mr. Hall. We're all set.
Well, there goes Henry's tuition right there.
Only if we can prove in court
that it was purchased with illicit funds.
Find anything?
Afraid not. Jordan bail out yet?
About an hour ago. Where have you looked so far?
I-I checked all upstairs, and I just started down here.
Alright. Alright. Let's keep looking.
Hey, do you guys mind taking it from here?
I, uh, reached out to this victim on this cold case,
and he's on his way to the station.
Go ahead. We got it. Thank you.
Thank you for your help. Yeah.
Alright.
What happened to your lip?
What? Nothing. I, uh, ran into a door.
You know you can't be here.
It's my house.
Not until we release it, and we are not done processing.
Well, can I at least grab my meds?
I've got GERD. The reflux is a bitch.
I'll have to accompany you.
Whatever.
Alright. You got 'em. Now you got to go.
I just need one more thing.
And what's that?
To use la toilette, s'il vous plaît.
Number...
I get it. Yeah.
What do you think this is, "The Godfather"?
Like I'm gonna come out shooting?
Based on your history of dumb decisions...
All clear.
Hurry up.
I'm gonna turn the faucet on.
What I'm about to do, you can't un-hear.
Where's your body cam?
What if he really had to go?
You know, I'm a victim here, too.
I lost everything in the financial crisis.
And I thought, "Well, hey, I'm only 30.
I could start again."
So I did. I went back to school.
I tried to get into making video games.
But I'd already aged out.
That doesn't excuse what you did, Jordan.
Allegedly did.
You stole people's money.
Their nest eggs. Their college funds.
And for what?
For stuff.
Hand it over.
I'm not sorry anymore
for allegedly taking your money.
Don't forget to wash your hands.
Not waiting for no tow truck.
You're not supposed to change your own tires.
It's a rule for a reason. I know the rule.
It's been awhile since I changed a tire.
Believe it or not...
I just did this last week on Luna's car.
Apparently, you're bad luck.
Alright.
Son of a bitch!
That's why we should call the tow truck.
The guys at the garage use the pneumatic drill
to lock those in place. I got it. I got it.
Just...
Damn it!
You okay? Damn it!
Fine. Geez.
God. He was just getting his life back on track.
Dennis?
He was a complicated guy.
I mean, he put Christine through a lot,
but he was a good man.
He just got back from a leave of absence.
I mean, I-I talked him into going to rehab.
What?
Nothing.
Oh, please, Angela. Just what is it?
He was drunk the night he died.
No, he was sober four months.
Then he must have stumbled
'cause I smelled alcohol on his breath
while I was trying to save him.
I'm sorry.
I-I had mentioned it to my T.O.,
but he told me to keep it to myself.
Till this moment, I...
I assumed you knew.
Want some advice? Not from you, thanks.
I'm gonna give you some anyway.
Confess and pay restitution to your victims.
It could take years off your sentence.
I told you, I'm innocent.
My neighbors love to gossip.
I'm... I'm gonna leave out the back.
Who's in the SUV?
I don't know. No idea. Are you sure?
'Cause you seem a little freaked out.
Yeah, I'm positive. Can I go now?
Yeah. I'll walk you out.
Whatever.
On behalf of the LAPD, I'd like to apologize.
For what? What am I doing here?
For the vandalism incident at your home.
I know it was over a year ago, but, once again, sir,
I-I'm so sorry that we didn't get back to you sooner.
Forget it. It's fine. Just graffiti on my garage.
You know, I know you all have bigger cases to solve.
Every single case is important to us, sir.
And with yours, we have some very good news.
We were able to lift a partial fingerprint of the vandal.
You did? Yeah, it was embedded in the spray paint,
so it has to be the vandal's.
I'm sending the prints to the lab.
Eh, don't.
The insurance company already took care of the damage.
I-I understand that, but the LAPD have to...
Sounds like a big waste of taxpayer money, if you ask me.
I mean, you guys dropped the ball on this one,
and I don't appreciate this pathetic attempt to make up for it, so...
Yes, sir, we are going to do everything we can to make it...
Look, it's in the past, Officer. I'd like to keep it there.
Now I got to get to work.
It was really great seeing you again, Mr. Hall.
Aww! Alright.
I'm so proud of you.
Thank you.
Look.
I don't know where Rachel and I are headed,
but I want to find out.
And if you really care about your daughter,
you won't get in the way of her happiness.
Son, you have no idea what you're talking about.
Sir, with all due respect, when it comes to Rachel,
yes, I do.
Really? What if she gets sick? What then?
Then I'll take care of her. And you're prepared to do that,
knowing everything it'll entail?
I'm sorry. Every... Everything what will...
What are you talking about?
Uh, I thought she had told you.
Told me what?
Rachel may have Huntington's disease.
It's a fatal genetic disorder.
But you... you said Rachel may have it. Uh...
It's hereditary.
My dad had it later in life.
Died from it.
Hit my sister in her 20s.
I tested positive for the gene that causes it,
so I know it's only a matter of time.
And I also know that it's a possibility
that I could've passed it along to Rachel.
But she won't get tested.
She thinks it's... It's better not to know,
uh, her way of living her life as normal as possible.
That is until the symptoms start to show.
But she might not have it. Maybe.
Or maybe I gave my baby girl a genetic time bomb.
But now you understand why you can't be with her.
Because if worst comes to pass, Rachel's gonna need someone
who'll put aside everything else
just to care for her.
You and I both know that's not you.
- This is beautiful. - What's on the drive?
Passwords to two different Swiss banks
and, oh, by the way,
three banks in the Caymans, baby.
So, this will expedite my case?
Yes, this... this bad boy just got kicked into overdrive,
which means y-you can expect to get your money back
in like 15 months.
And if you're lucky ducky, my friend,
you'll get back 40 cents on the dollar.
Boom.
I can't believe this.
I started working when I was 19 years old.
Took me 20 years,
but I built a business, a family, a life.
And now here I am, starting over
with literally less than nothing.
And yet it's gonna be okay.
I pushed Henry to go to his reach school.
He worried that it was too expensive,
but I wanted to give him
the head start my old man never gave me,
and now how am I gonna pay for that?
My God. What am I gonna tell him?
Nothing yet. Really?
'Cause he's gonna figure it out fairly quickly.
Okay, listen. Look. I have been in your shoes.
And still am in some ways.
And I didn't know how I was gonna get back.
But then I met a super-annoying rookie
who helped me see
that it is never too late to re-create yourself.
Trust me, you're gonna find a way
to keep your kid in that school.
And remember, you are not alone in this.
You've got people who care about you.
Thank you. Don't get excited.
I am not one of them.
But... you're growing on me.
This is horrible.
"Huntington's disease is a fatal genetic disorder"
that causes the progressive breakdown
"of the nerve cells in the brain."
And you had no idea Rachel might have it?
No. I mean, she never told me.
I don't understand. I swear, this is so cra...
Hey. Did something happen with my dad?
He's been acting weird ever since you got his bag back.
Rachel, I'm so sorry. Just...
He told you.
I can't believe him.
We should go talk.
No, we shouldn't.
This is none of your business.
Rachel, I... This is my life, Tim.
Not my father's, not yours.
That's Tony Coulson,
the victim in the vandalism case
I found behind the file cabinet.
I ran that fingerprint that was inside
and got a match... a suspect.
Great.
No? No, the suspect is dead,
found beaten to death
just a block from Tony's house...
Just one day after the crime.
So, you think it was Tony getting some payback.
Well, I would need a senior officer present
so I can interrogate Mr. Coulson.
Forget it. Your entire case is circumstantial.
The only way to close it is to get a confession,
and that guy looks way too calm.
Kick it up to Homicide and move on.
No, no, he's primed and ready to break.
Look, I've kept him waiting an hour and a half,
maxed out the heat in there so his core temperature
is triggering a fight-or-flight response.
Look, he just needs a push. I'm looking at the guy.
He's nowhere near ready to break.
I did it!
It was me!
I killed him!
That bastard came back the next day
to graffiti my garage again!
Can you believe that? I had just painted it!
I chased him for a block,
and he came at me, we fought,
and then the... and then... It was an accident.
I swear!
Hello?
Never mind.
You were saying?
I got a hit on that SUV,
the one that was idling in front of Jordan's place.
It belongs to a seriously bad guy.
Daxton Reid.
He runs everything from heroin to weapons
out the back of his auto shop,
and he carries around a machete
because he likes the way it cuts through bone.
Daxton Reid. I know that name.
He's on the list of Jordan's victims.
That's why he was skulking around Jordan's place.
He found out who stole his money,
and now he wants it back.
It also explains Jordan's split lip.
A little "motivational violence."
What are the odds that two of the people he ripped off
are a cop and a psycho?
It'd be funny if Jordan wasn't about to end up
cut into pieces.
Well, we got to find Jordan before that happens.
How? His watch was logged as evidence.
Actually, I let him keep that
just in case we needed to find him again.
If you guys wait here, we'll call you in when we're ready.
Just a couple of rules.
You are not to speak
or make eye contact with the inmate.
Direct all your comments to the Prison Board.
Understand?
Yes.
You okay?
Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.
I'm guessing this is yours.
Yes, sir.
Curveball? Slider.
Slider. Who taught you that?
My dad taught me.
- Dad. - Hey.
I missed you guys.
I'm not supposed to talk to you.
Then don't.
Sir...
going to prison saved my life.
I was high off my ass that night.
A full-on drug addict.
I don't even remember it.
He does. Russell, stop.
It's okay. He needs to see who I was...
and what I'm working to become.
A better man.
A better example to him.
Jordan's still on the move.
He's about half a block ahead.
That's him right there.
Looks like Daxton got to him first.
Here we go.
7-Adam-15 in pursuit of black SUV,
south on Santa Fe, requesting backup and airship.
He just took a quick left.
7-Adam-15, Airship 1 arriving on scene.
7-Adam-15.
Vehicle is stopped just north of the Amtrak Maintenance Yard.
Tracker says he's still inside the car.
LAPD! Exit the car with your hands up!
Harper? Clear.
Harper.
I got blood.
Daxton must've figured out
we were tracking Jordan by his watch.
Why cut off his hand?
Why not just kill him?
'Cause Daxton wants his money back.
Jordan may not have access to the money he stole,
but he has the skills to steal more.
Blood trail stops.
Yeah, he must've wrapped his arm.
Alright. Uh, let's split up.
I'll take east, you go west.
Okay, uh, west is... that way.
Yes, that is west.
I'm trying to get used to the coast being on the other side.
Come out of there right now!
I see a gun, and you're dead.
Lie down, arms out, legs spread.
Officer, on your 6:00!
7-Adam-15.
Two in custody, two outstanding. Thanks for the assist.
7-Adam-15, copy that. Nice shooting.
You didn't have to c-cut off my hand.
They were tracking your watch.
There's easier ways to take off a watch, dude.
Hey, big guy.
Aah!
Ohh! Hey!
You okay? My eyes are on fire!
Not you.
Hey, stay with me. 7-Adam-15. Code 4.
I have an adult male, severed left hand,
severe blood loss, unconscious but breathing.
Send an R/A unit to my location.
Jordan, stay with me, buddy.
Officer Rowland's murder
was my first experience as a police officer.
I tried desperately to save his life
and held his hand as he died.
And did the same for Sergeant Grey,
riding with him to the hospital.
The nightmares are less frequent now.
But the thought of Russell Scanlin
being released back into society
is too painful to bear.
And I urge the Board
to reject his application for parole.
Thank you.
Let the record reflect.
Officer Lopez has completed her statement.
The Board would like to invite.
Sergeant Wade Grey to make a statement.
Sergeant Grey, would you state your name for the record?
Sergeant Wade Grey.
Thank you. Please proceed.
Dennis Rowland was my partner.
My friend.
And I was the best man at his wedding.
And, um...
And I miss him every day.
He...
Um... I'm sorry.
Um... I drove here today,
confident on what I was going to say.
Um... every detail on how my partner was killed too young.
And how Russell Scanlin
deserves to be buried inside these walls.
But the truth is,
I can't be more eloquent than Officer Lopez.
And right now...
I find myself compelled to say something to this young man.
For so long, I hated you for what you did.
And you're not done paying for that.
But I'd be lying if I sat here and said my partner was perfect.
I saw the power of his demons firsthand,
and I promised him that he could find redemption.
So what kind of man would I be
if I didn't believe the same about you?
I'm not ready to forgive you for what you did, Russell.
But I will pray
that if you're fortunate to get a second chapter,
you do right by your boy.
Show him what it means
to truly take responsibility for your actions.
Well?
Parole denied.
Ready to go home?
Yes. I am.
Thank you.
Karma's a bitch, huh?
That is true.
You're some kind of nut job.
I mean, I steal your identity,
I make your life a living hell,
and then you save my life?
That's my job.
Hey, my personal stuff's in a bag in the closet.
Would you grab it?
You see that key?
There's a vintage comic book collection
hidden in a storage space on Pico.
I bought it with the money from your kid's college fund.
Thanks for rubbing it in my face. No, you don't get it...
I'll swear in an affidavit
that I used your money to buy it.
Then I won't have to wait for the court to reimburse me from the general fund.
I could sell the collection,
have my money back within... weeks.
It seems strange to thank you
for returning money you stole from me.
It's been that kind of a day.
Yes, it has.
I suppose a high five's out of the question?
Why don't we just bump it?
Sir, you got a minute?
Officer West, you seem energized.
Yes, sir.
Oh, um, I'm sorry.
How'd the, uh... the hearing go?
Parole denied.
That's great news.
So, I take it that you finished my to-do list
and now Mid-Wilshire is in complete compliance.
Um, no, but I did something even better, sir.
Better than following a direct order?
No, sir. Look, uh, that's not what I meant.
What... I solved a homicide, sir, like, on my own.
By myself. Well, I mean, Smitty was there, but it was all...
Yet you didn't finish my to-do list.
Look, I-I solved a homicide, sir.
You see, there was this file that I found,
and it hadn't been assigned to anyone yet...
Unh, I'm sure I'll read all about it
in your report, Officer West,
which you'll write after you complete my to-do list.
Yes, sir.
Officer West.
Good job, son.
Hey. Hi.
Can we talk? Yeah. Sure.
I'm sorry I didn't tell you.
But I haven't told anyone.
I don't know if I'll ever get Huntington's.
And I don't want people giving me
that same sad-eyed look you're giving me right now.
Oh. Sorry.
I made the conscious decision not to take the test
to see if I carry the gene
because there's no cure
and there's no treatment available.
So, what would be the point?
Uh, look, you don't have to explain it to me, Rach.
Every time I go to work,
I don't know if I'm gonna make it back home.
Doesn't make me want to do my job any less.
Exactly.
Life expectancy is 20 years after onset.
Is that fair to the guys I'm dating? No.
Which is... why I'd understand
if you want to walk away.
I'm not going anywhere.
I was hoping you'd say that.