04x05 - Snitch

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Voice-mail: Next message.

Man: Hey, "Alice," since that's what you're calling yourself nowadays, I have already apologized for coming to the shelter in Vegas.

I understand it was a big mistake, but I promise you can trust me.

And I-I need to know where you and Paloma are and that you're safe.

Just call me back... please.

I need to hear from you.

[ Cellphone beeps ]

[ Sighs ] And that's it.

The most important message on Alice's phone, and I have no idea who it's from.

Well, first, congratulations, because the way you found this message took hard work.

But why play it for me instead of the police?

Because if the police find out about the messages, they could become a part of the case against Alice's k*ller.

But you can't tell anyone because you're my therapist.

And since I talked about these during a therapy session, the information is privileged, so...

You've learned a lot about how the justice system works, haven't you?

Why is the guy who left this message so important to your Alice story?

Because he definitely knew her, and... and he knew that Alice wasn't her real name, and he was looking for her at the shelter in Vegas.

Alice ran away from him.

And you want to report on the messages in your vlog without involving the police and/or hurting the prosecution of Alice's k*ller.

Yes, yes. But how am I supposed to do that?

God.

I-I thought that getting the messages would be my biggest problem, but now I have them, and they've created even bigger problems.

[ Siren wailing ]

[ Dog barks ]

[ Police radio chatter ]

[ Engine shuts off ]

[ Car door closes ]

Well. Looks like romance interruptus.

Sanchez: Oh, Romeo and Juliet here are Breezy and Tamara, sir...

Affiliated with the Monsters.

Our 83-year-old critical was a civilian taking out the trash...

Mr. Ernest Parks.

Tao: Lived in the same house for 53 years.

One sh*t in the neck, but he was still alert when the paramedics grabbed him.

Flynn went with him.

He's got a puncher's chance, then. Keep me posted.

Sykes: Loud music, then g*nshots.

That's all I got. Everyone's pretty tight-lipped.

Well, let's search driveways, alleys, shadows, canvass the streets.

Oh. Casings are useful.

Now let's find the .40-caliber g*n that they came from.

Or... a witness to go with them.

Rusty: So, since you're the only one I can tell and you're law-enforcement-adjacent, I-I thought you might tell me where I stand.

Well, first, I have an issue with your premise.

I'm not the only person you can tell about the messages.

Your mother is readily available...

No, no, no, no.

She's been busy with a bunch of g*ng killings for days now.

And her job is very different from mine.

The justice system needs to prosecute a k*ller.

I need to identify a victim.

I don't want Alice to finish up her life on earth as a nameless, invisible person on the street.

I have to be her voice.

Girl: Hey.

Look behind the screen next to the green chair.

Can you come inside?

I unlocked the back door.

Dr. Joe: These messages remind us we should be careful hunting for something...

Because we just might find it.

All right. To your main question.

Since you're working as a journalist and not a detective...

Which I'm never going to be.

The rules about gathering information are very different.

Journalists are expected to protect their sources at all costs.

But the police absolutely must identify their witnesses, no matter who they are.

You found the g*n?

Oh, God.

How old are you?

12. Almost.

[ Police radio chatter ]

[ Siren chirps ]

Is anyone home with you?

Grandma's at church.

I-I sit at the window to do my homework.

I saw the whole thing.

I even saw the guy who k*lled those people.

He lives right over...

Okay, that's great.

Thanks for your help.

Amy Sykes.

My name's Amira...

Don't say your last name.

Listen to me... I'm giving you my card in case you run into trouble down the road.

Otherwise, I never saw you.

You never saw me.

Understand?

Okay.

Wait.

Don't you want to know who did it?

I'll find him. That's my job.

Don't tell anyone we spoke.

Do you see how serious I am?

Don't tell anyone... anyone... what you saw.

And from now on, stay away from that window.

Tell me you understand.

Okay. I understand.

N-nice to meet you, Amy.

You never met me. We never spoke.

Only call me if you're in trouble.

[ Sighs ]

[ Sighs ]

Our double just became a triple.

Mr. Parks d*ed on the operating table.

Flynn said he never spoke.

God. 83.

Is there any good news?

Uh, the rest of the family lives in Hawaii, so we don't have to do the notification.

I have a big nothing.

Including no screeching tires before or after the sh**ting, so a drive-by's probably out, sir.

Well, unless our sh**t was environmentally conscious and used a bike.

I saw cameras at the mini-mart around the corner.

Should I...?

Yeah, yeah. Go, go.

Oh, and take a couple of patrol officers with you.

Sanchez, are you saying that someone just stepped up to these people, sh*t them, and then walked away?

Maybe.

Sir, let me check with g*ng intelligence, see if they can tell us who this hood is beefing with.

Each other, maybe.

Found this .40-caliber g*n stashed under the little house over there.

Probably the m*rder w*apon.

Probably the m*rder w*apon?

What makes you say that?

Smells like it was fired recently.

Take a whiff.

Smells like something.

Uh, let's test that, okay?

See what comes back.

Sharon: Tell me about this g*ng.

Ma'am, Westside Monsters pretty much run things in this radius east of Crenshaw Boulevard.

Our crime scene is on their main block.

Monsters are violent, Monsters are hardcore.

Home invasions, armed robberies, as*ault.

Mike, what about this g*n that Amy found?

Ballistics match its casings to our m*rder.

And the same .40-caliber was used 5 days ago in the open m*rder of Humberto Perez at his taco truck inside Monsterland.

Perez was k*lled during a robbery for $219.

g*ng unit's all over it, but they had no physical evidence until our w*apon turned up.

Ah. Sykes found the golden ticket.

She certainly did.

So, no eyewitnesses to this previous m*rder?

One... a local lady in her 40s I.D.'d a Monster known as Twizz.

Moniker Database has his real name as Emanuel Gaines.

But the witness recanted...

Probably after the Monsters paid her a visit.

They're notorious for the way they retaliate against anyone who speaks out against them, ma'am.

Sykes: When I was in S.I.S., we put several people under Witness Protection in Monster-related cases, and it didn't always work.

Maybe the g*n Amy found in the crawlspace will have prints and we won't need a witness.

Prints only take us so far.

What do we know about Twizz?

Provenza: Well... [ clears throat ]

Two years in juvie for as*ault, three years in the pen, grand theft.

I mean, he made his stripes in the g*ng.

He was also at the crime scene. I have the victim's phone.

Twizz is in a picture with Tamara taken at the party.

Well, that is not conclusive, but it is compelling.

So, this young woman who d*ed... Tamara...

She's connected to the Monster g*ng how?

Sanchez: Girlfriend of our other victim, Breezy.

Breezy was the sh*t caller of the Monsters until tonight, ma'am.

Hmm.

Twizz sh**t, runs off, stashes the g*n that Amy found inside a crawlspace.

How did you find that g*n, Amy?

Uh, doing door-to-doors.

I walked around a house, noticed a screen looked a little off.

Stash spots are pretty common in g*ng areas.

Lucky guess.

A little luck never hurt anyone.

While we wait for the prints from the g*n, let's see what Mr. Twizz has to say.

Okay.

This "good luck" thing is not going to fly.

Somebody pointed that g*n out to you, which means there is a witness.

And eventually...

We will need a name.

Not if Twizz confesses.

Excuse me, Lieutenant.

Dr. Joe: Rusty, I have no problem listening to the message again.

Leave me a copy.

But, as I've told you several times, during therapy, we should concentrate on you.

T-this... this is me, Dr. Joe.

Finding Alice's name, knowing who she was... That's what I'm doing.

Okay. Well, let's talk about why that's so important.

And how does it make you feel?

Oh, my God.

Okay, um...

First, uh, I've put so much time and energy into this story, and... and there have been a lot of problems along the way.

I mean, even... even finding the flier that Alice posted in the library looking for work was huge, and... and that didn't even buy me the messages.

Thank God T.J. was there to give me the security question for her passcode.

Otherwise...

T.J.?

Who's T.J.?

Who's T.J.?

Oh. Have I not told you about T.J. yet?

No.

Um, oh, uh, T.J. Shaw.

He...

Well, he started off as a source, and now he's... you know, he's kind of a friend.

I had gone to several other cellphone stores, and no one wanted to help me, but T.J. was interested in what I was doing.

And then the more I-I told him about it, the more he wanted to help me.

Really?

How old is T.J.?

I don't know. Like, uh, 20, 21.

And he took a real interest in Alice or in you?

What's that supposed to mean?

Excuse me?

I'm sorry.

A-as a psychologist, do you not know when you are asking a really personal question?

Oh. Do you have really personal feelings for T.J.?

What?! Who said I have really personal feelings about him?

If my question was personal...

Look, look, look, D-Dr. Joe, I am very busy right now.

How the hell am I supposed to know what I feel about T.J.?

Well...

What would be a good way to find out?

Flynn: Just so you know, I'm asking Sharon out on a date.

And it's exactly what I'm gonna call it...

Not dinner, not a family outing, but an honest-to-God date.

And I'll see what she says.

Okay.

"Okay"?

That's it?

"Okay," you don't care, "okay, but do you realize you're risking the whole balance of our division,"

"okay, it's about time"?

W-w-what does "okay" mean?

All of the above.

And okay, I'm glad you haven't overthought it.

While you've been at the hospital and the morgue, we've been solving a triple homicide, so excuse me for ignoring you.

Yes, Buzz?

Twizz waived. We're starting the interview.

Well, then why can't I hear anything?

Sharon: You know why you're here this morning?

[ Door closes ]

Y'all want to say thanks in person for all the money donated to the policemen's fund?

Making bail five times doesn't count as a contribution, sir.

Well, I ain't been arrested in like two years, dawg, so...

That may be about to change, Twizz.

We on a first-name basis?

What's yours?

Captain Raydor.

Remember anything unusual happening six days ago?

We know a woman who says she saw you at a taco truck.

[ Inhales sharply ]

I'd have to check my calendar, but, um...

Your little man over here took my phone.

Six days ago, you sh*t and k*lled Humberto Perez.

Does that jog your memory a little?

I ain't sh*t and k*lled nobody.

Just like I told the other detectives...

That old lady must have me confused with some other good-looking guy.

We're not confused.

You recognize this, Twizz?

That old lady placed you at Humberto's taco truck, using this g*n to blow away that poor man.

People lie.

And besides, everybody knows I don't even like tacos.

Ask around.

We did ask around. We also ran some tests.

Ballistics prove that this is the g*n that k*lled Humberto Perez...

Also that it was used in a triple homicide last night at a small party that you attended, given by Breezy and his girlfriend, Tamara.

Well, I wasn't at this party.

They must have lost my invitation.

Sharon: This photo's from Breezy's phone, taken two hours before you k*lled him, two hours before you k*lled Tamara, and some innocent 83-year-old man.

Provenza: Look at him.

Just trying to figure out how much evidence we have.

What make you think I woulda k*lled Breezy?

Maybe murdering Humberto caused you problems.

Maybe Breezy didn't like the cops all over you.

Or maybe he didn't like them selling tacos on the block without a cut for us, either.

[ Cellphone buzzes ]

But you know what? It don't even matter. 'Cause I didn't k*ll Hubert... Humberto, whatever his name is.

Detective Sykes.

Hi. It's Amira, from last night?

One sec.

I'll be right back.

I didn't k*ll anybody.

[ Door opens ] Does this look like the face of a k*ller?

Hey. Is everything all right?

No. He's here now... right outside.

Who's there?

The guy who sh*t all those people last night.

What?

Are you sure?

I'm positive. He's here now.

You need to come get him.

I-I told you to stay away from that window.

All right, stand back a second.

[ Breathing shakily ]

Uh, hey, Buzz, I forgot to ask you...

That convenience store near our sh**ting, any cameras there?

A fake one.

Owner said it worked well enough to scare off the winos.

Okay. Thanks.

[ Door closes ]

Okay, Amira, here's what I need you to do.

Since you're at the window, make sure the guy can't see you.

Watch him, and as soon as he's gone, I want you to walk down to the mini-mart around the corner.

It has a pay phone. I want you to use it to call...

I can just use my cellphone.

No, no. Don't.

I want you to use the pay phone.

All right.

I've never done that before. How do they work?

You put a quarter in the slot, and then when you hear the dial tone, you punch in this number.

The one I called you on?

No! No.

You're not calling me.

Do you have a pen?

Yes.

Then write down the number I'm gonna give you.

Ask for the desk sergeant, and then repeat what I'm about to say.

Are you ready?

Yes.

Twizz.

This is what you need to be thinking.

We printed every part of this w*apon.

Sharon: Can you guess whose hand those prints are coming back to?

[ Twizz scoffs ]

So now y'all just gonna make sh*t up.

Well, look, I think I will call my lawyer.

And it was nice meeting y'all, but, um, this conversation is done.

For now.

Well, he knows he needs a lawyer.

I'll call Hobbs.

So, the g*n was key.

You may get lucky.

[ Door closes ]

Something wrong?

Rusty: Not only has he never dated a guy, T.J.'s not even out...

To his parents or his brothers, and he's around them all the time.

He works at his dad's cellphone store, and he lives at home.

He's keeping a lot of stuff from his family.

Unlike you.

Oh, my God.

I hate when you turn what I say about other people back onto me.

What T.J. is doing is... is totally... totally different than from what I'm doing.

Totally.

Is there any possible way we can just go back to talking about Alice, please?

I-I don't have time to think about T.J. right now.

Bill: Things are moving very quickly here, aren't they?

You can't expect my client to plead guilty to four homicides without a proper arraignment.

Why waste all that time?

Look, think of this offer as the early-bird special.

If you cop to these four murders and accept life without parole, I'll throw in a 60-year supply of cards and dice... my treat.

I'm not copping to nothing, bitch.

Twizz, if you don't take this deal, you'll end up in a death-penalty trial, and you don't want that.

See, Bill?

I told you red here liked me.

[ Chuckles ]

[ Cellphone rings ]

Lieutenant Provenza, Major Crimes.

Uh... yeah.

We're closing the Monster g*ng sh**ting right now. Why?

Bill: But that doesn't mean he was holding it during the m*rder.

Having said all of that, I have to wonder why we're still sitting here.

Uh, can you hold on?

Amy, go pull the captain out of the interview.

We have a problem.

And now you're wasting mine, so...

What problem? I thought we were making a deal.

Would you care to tell us exactly what this problem is?

Take a wild guess.

Sharon: An eyewitness?

Who was it?

Well, the caller didn't identify herself, but the front desk said that she was possibly a teen, maybe younger.

Anyway, this young girl reported that the guy who did the sh**ting is known around the neighborhood as Big Hazard and that she saw him just minutes ago looking for the g*n that Sykes found last night.

The girl called the front desk? Not the tip line?

Sanchez: Well, it seems convenient.

It could be Twizz's mother or sister using a fake voice, trying to spin us in another direction, ma'am.

Front desk traced the call?

Came from a pay phone at a mini-mart very near where the murders happened last night.

Cameras at the mini-mart?

No.

And, funnily enough, captain, you're the second person to ask me that today.

Am I?

Captain, Twizz may be right for the taco truck homicide, but he's wrong for the murders last night.

That was someone else.

How do you know that, Amy?

Because... I have an eyewitness.

Okay, okay.

If you don't want to discuss your feelings about T.J., let's go back to how you feel about Alice.

Thousands of teenage girls go missing every year, and you don't know any of their names.

Why is Jane Doe number 38 more important than all the others?

Because I was... I was around the investigation.

I... I-I knew about it as it was going on.

You've been around a lot of investigations.

Yeah, but none of the other victims needed me.

Alice doesn't need you, either.

Alice is dead.

Telling her story won't change that.

No, no, i-it will change, Dr. Joe.

It will change how people think of her.

Right now, Alice is just some girl who disappeared off the street because no one cared enough to help her.

Sure, Slider k*lled her, yeah, but... but Alice also d*ed from complications related to... to apathy and neglect.

And you don't have to turn that back around on me, Dr. Joe.

I already know that that's my story before Sharon, okay?

I'm... I'm using my experience to help me show how hard it is for homeless kids to catch a break.

So, you have an eyewitness you refuse to identify? Why?

Because doing so places her in imminent danger.

But I'm having trouble making a deal with Twizz, and if I don't reveal how Detective Sykes found the g*n, we'll get butchered in court.

It's all discoverable.

We're positive Twizz isn't responsible for these three homicides last night?

According to Amy's info, which I'm inclined to believe, we have a new suspect in these murders.

Jason Albert Deray, known on the streets as Big Hazard, sir.

Not to be confused with Li'l Hazard or O.G. Hazard or just plain Hazard.

Apparently, "Hazard" is a title handed down through the Monster g*ng like a-a... like an earldom or something.

Big Hazard was paroled six weeks ago after serving 2 1/2 years on a domestic as*ault.

His victim in that case was our female deceased, Tamara Roe.

She broke up with Big Hazard the moment they slammed his cell door shut, sir.

After which Tamara took up with our male deceased, Breezy.

Provenza: Explains why they're both dead.

And twice, sir, in his prior arrests, he was caught with Emanuel Gaines.

A.K.A. Our good friend Twizz.

Now, if Twizz knew where the g*n was stashed, it is highly probable that Big Hazard knew, as well.

Thank you, Julio.

Hobbs: It all sounds incriminating, but without Detective Sykes' witness, Big Hazard can't be arrested.

This problem is solvable right now.

Detective, we have ways to help vulnerable witnesses.

She lives with a family member who owns their house, so it's not like packing up an apartment in the middle of the night and finding them some cheap place to live in Palmdale.

We'd have to put their house on the market...

I'll go to the mayor, get a special dispensation to start the process, expedite the sale.

Which could take weeks.

Look, we know what happened.

We have an anonymous tip that lets us at least question Big Hazard.

Sharon: Still, we can't unfind the g*n, Amy, or the information it gave us.

And I'm extremely uncomfortable leaving a m*rder*r free while you guys figure out an alternative route to the clear path we're already on.

If Big Hazard kills again, Detective, that would be squarely on you.

And if my witness gets k*lled, that's squarely on me, too, right?

Look, in addition to arresting murderers, the police are supposed to protect the innocent.

Now, I saw helpless kids thrown into the line of fire, but that was in Afghanistan, in a w*r zone.

It should not be happening here in America.

The law allows Amy to keep her witness unidentified for safety purposes.

But at a preliminary hearing, I can compel her to testify...

Provenza: The prints on the g*n help us get Twizz for the taco truck m*rder.

Not enough to convict.

Sharon: But if we can make deals for both of the murders, our eyewitness problem goes away.

Okay.

Amy.

I'll allow you some latitude here, based on past competence and your Captain's judgment.

But your conscience ends where the justice system begins.

Understand?

I'm prepared for what happens.

Yeah.

We'll see.

Captain, I want to tell you, but...

Don't.

The moment I learn the name of your witness, I'm putting her in protective custody.

Better keep it to yourself.

Don't ask her out now.

We're in the big, fat middle of something.

What? We're nearly done. It's the D.A.'s problem now.

Andy, I need a full known-associates report on Twizz as fast as you can.

Right away.

So, we are in the big, fat middle of something.

Why didn't anybody tell me?

Allow me to elaborate.

I feel what I'm doing for Alice...

I know what I'm doing for Alice...

It's... it's right.

So, what's the big problem, then?

I'm... I'm bothered by...

Yes?

I guess...

I guess not telling Sharon.

And why is that?

O-over the years, we've... We've built up all this...

This... trust in each other, and... and not telling her about the messages...

Makes you feel...

I...

I don't know.

Come on.

Think about it.

This is not one of those good news/bad news talks.

This is all bad.

Your client's prints were found on a .40-caliber handgun used to k*ll three people last night and one last week.

Four bodies overqualifies you for death row.

Y'all know damn well I ain't k*ll nobody last night!

I talk for him.

He didn't k*ll nobody last night, but last week, you sure k*lled Humberto Perez.

People die every day.

And why y'all so interested in this Humberto guy, anyway?

Emanuel...

Humberto Perez is a name that you're gonna remember all your life.

Provenza: Yes, but if you can convince us that somebody else k*lled Tamara and Breezy and the innocent bystander, then your life could have a parole date in the distant future.

I look like a snitch to you?

He does look a little like a snitch to me.

Amy?

There's a woman out here to see you.

Intimidate me and pin murders on me.

Excuse me.

Y'all so tough with the g*n and the badge on.

Homey, take it off and see what happens.

And take this back.

And take her cellphone, too. She won't be needing it anymore.

Ma'am, I...

Do not call.

Don't contact us at all.

You stay away from our house. Is that understood?

Ma'am, I was just trying to help.

Do you know how the Monsters hunt people down? Do you?

You're gonna get us k*lled.

I won't have it.

You stay away!

All of you!

Stay away!

Who is that?

My witness's grandmother. And she seems anxious.

She may have reason to be.

Let's help her out.

Andy, contact Chief Taylor's office.

I am placing Twizz into protective custody before transferring him to the Witness Protection Program.

But he hasn't confessed anything.

Doesn't matter what Twizz said...

Only what his g*ng thinks he said.

Oh, if the Monsters find out we put Twizz in protective custody...

Get a warrant. I want to do a very public search of his house.

A moving truck might help sell it.

Ooh, that's a good idea.

And before I take that cellphone and figure out who it belongs to, let's find Big Hazard, bring him in here, and see if we can mislead him into telling us the truth.

[ Tires screech ]

We're coming.

We are jumping the fence without fully knowing what's on the other side, but... here goes.

Go, go, go.

In position.

As a reminder, Julio and I should avoid f*ring our weapons.

If necessary, it's your turn to sh**t someone.

Here we come.

Go!

Sanchez: This is the L.A.P.D.!

Tao: g*n! g*n! Freeze! I said freeze!

Don't move! Stay right there.

[ Handcuffs click ] [ Grunting ]

All right, man!

[ Grunts ]

All right, man!

Top of the grill. Nice touch.

Oo-wee!

[ Police radio chatter ]

Hope you're not in any pain.

[ Engine turns over ]

[ Indistinct talking ]

Hey, what y'all doing over there?

That's Twizz's crib.

Sanchez: Twizz?

Does that stand for "Emanuel," the guy Captain Raydor was putting into the Witness Protection Program?

Could be, yeah.

Twizz is Emanuel.

Man, I want my phone call.

You hear me?

I want the phone.

Flynn: Bon voyage, buddy.

You think he bought it?

Well, the rest of his neighborhood seems sold.

Dr. Joe: Even with those we care about most, we will often find ourselves sometimes pursuing different interests.

These messages are an opportunity for you to decide how to deal with those differences.

It wouldn't even be an issue except that part of why I'm able to tell Alice's story...

A huge part... is Sharon.

And I didn't appreciate what a big deal it was at the time, but Sharon taking me in, that might be the difference between what happened to Alice and what happened to me.

But giving Sharon those messages could make me lose my story, and...

And you don't want to do that.

I understand.

I'm also glad, however, that you recognize the impact that love has had on your life and that you want to honor it.

Yeah, but it makes my choices harder.

Sharon's been busy with this g*ng m*rder for the past couple of days, but eventually, I have to choose what I'm going to say to her and...

Is that true? Really?

That you have to choose what you're going to say?

Once you post the messages, isn't it less a matter of when and more a matter of how you...

Oh, no.

Look at the time. I'm afraid we have to stop.

What? Wait... right now?

I know. This session flew by, didn't it?

I'll see you next week.

But I-I don't... I don't have until next week.

What am I supposed to do about these messages?

You'll figure it out. I'm sure.

But wait. Hold on. Let's just... can we... can we just...

Let's just play a game of chess.

Sorry. I have a conference call in five minutes.

Maybe next time.

Well...

Thanks for nothing.

You're welcome.

Bye-bye.

Sharon: Going by what I learned from Twizz, the Monsters were your g*ng, but by the time you were released from prison, Twizz says this younger dude, Breezy, was telling you what to do.

He was sleeping with your ex-girlfriend.

Tamara?

I never cared enough about Tamara to catch no bodies.

My client invoked his right to counsel.

You can't elicit responses from him.

He hasn't said anything that we don't already know, ma'am.

I know he didn't care about Breezy.

I know you didn't care about Tamara.

I know you didn't care about the old guy taking out the trash.

I saw their bodies. I know you did not care.

My client denies any involvement and/or knowledge of these murders.

Well, he can deny it all he wants.

We have an eyewitness who saw you stash the g*n underneath a nearby house after you sh*t three people.

Here we go fishing.

Sharon: And your client can't intimidate Twizz, because we have him in protective custody.

You choosing Twizz over me?

You know what he done, and y'all choosing him over me?

Is that it?

Hook, line, and sinker.

I hate to put the cork back in the champagne, but we don't actually have Twizz's statement yet.

Sanchez: Look, we know that Twizz k*lled the taco truck driver, Perez.

We just can't prove it.

Uh-huh.

What if you could?

D.D.A. Hobbs might accept a plea if your client witnessed the m*rder of Humberto Perez.

I give up Twizz, what happen to him?

Life in prison.

But you need to make up your mind right away!

Hobbs makes a deal with Twizz, we don't need you anymore.

[ Sniffs ]

Hold up.

Wait up, man! Where y'all going?!

Do you not understand what "right away" means?!

Who the hell cares what happens to you, anyway?!

I'll let Twizz walk just to see your sorry ass on death row!

We are not here to hang out with you.

Do you want to help, or do you want to die?

Don't let them... make them stay.

Twizz can't do this to me!

I'm sure as hell gonna see him in prison.

That sh*t's got to happen!

Miriam?

Show us the evidence against my client for the triple.

If it's compelling, we can discuss what my client will say in exchange for taking death off the table.

Hypothetically.

[ Sighing ] Oh, my God.

Hobbs: It's only a start.

It's a good start, but we'll see.

We still need Twizz's statement.

[ Cellphone chimes ]

Tao: Well, from here on out, it's just a matter of who can lie better... Them or us.

[ Chuckling ] Then we're home-free.

Tao. Tao.

Can you make my phone work with my printer?

S.I.S. just sent me this new picture of Twizz's crib.

Hmm.

Oh.

Aha.

Well, Mr. Twizz...

I'm afraid you're running out of luck.

When did this happen to my house?

A couple of hours ago.

Now, your fellow Monsters may have misspelled it, but I'm pretty sure that that tag means that you snitched on a homicide.

Might be because we just arrested Big Hazard for m*rder.

What?

Walk me through this.

Maybe we've let people assume your client is going into the Witness Protection Program.

You see, Twizz, we hid out where the stashed g*n was found last night.

What?

And when Big Hazard went back for it, we surprised him.

And he may have jumped to conclusions as to how we happened upon the w*apon.

Conclusions he spread amongst other Monsters once we gave Big Hazard his phone call.

Poor Mr. Twizz.

I'm afraid your old friend no longer thinks of you as the fine, upstanding g*ng member that we know you to be.

Now, Big Hazard not only told us about your adventures in taco truck land, he also gave you all the cred for the triple last night.

We have the evidence to arrest your client, but do you really want him in county lockup?

I mean, considering how his g*ng deals with talkative types?

Now, we'd love to offer him protective custody, provided he does something worthy of it.

Unh-unh. Hold on just a second.

Hypothetically...

We tell you about what Big Hazard did and we clear up the taco truck incident.

My client should get a parole date attached to his sentence, which should be served under another name in a federal prison far, far away.

Somewhere warm.

Warm?

We can make it hot as hell.

But first, you need to answer one question before the D.A. comes in.

If you didn't want Tamara and Breezy dead, why did you give Big Hazard the g*n you sh*t Humberto with?

Hypothetically. He's admitting nothing yet.

It was Big Hazard's g*n.

Well, originally.

Should have moved it when he got out of prison.

I didn't think that he would be so mad over Tamara.

All this bullshit over a taco truck driver?!

You people don't have nothing better to do?!

Well, as it so happens, no.

We don't.

Well, the need for your witness just vanished, Sykes.

Right before our very eyes.

Thank you, Captain, Chief, for, uh, giving me a little rope.

That little rope helped us tie together four murders, and the girl you protected is a hero.

I have an idea about how to honor her.

Very quietly.

Let's go over that.

We need a no-risk approach.

[ Door opens ]

Um... [ clears throat ]

Since we're pretty much done here, I was wondering if we could go to your office...

Hey, Sharon, uh...

Do you have a sec?

Uh, hold on.

Andy, what? What? What?

Uh... no, that's okay. Go ahead.

I-it'll keep. It'll keep.

[ Sighs ]

[ Horn honks in distance ]

[ Cellphone buzzing ]

[ Buzzing continues ]

[ Buzzing stops, tires screech in distance ]

[ Cellphone chimes ]

[ Cellphone chimes ]

These messages are not related to Alice's m*rder.

But I'll copy them to the defense.

Fat load of good it'll do them.

Um, what... What about the outgoing message from Alice?

Do I need to keep that?

No. I recorded it all.

Okay. I-I have to get back.

No, b-but wait. Um, Andrea, um, sorry.

Uh, just one more thing.

Can I post those messages to my vlog?

Only because I can't stop you...

Freedom of the press and all.

I have to get back to Big Hazard.

Thanks for the preview.

You're welcome.

She's irritated with me.

Well, you may end up identifying Alice, and she will have to change her approach to the whole case.

She will still get a conviction.

Good. Good.

[ Inhales deeply ]

Uh... have you eaten yet?

Do... do you want me to wait for you?

What a good idea.

Um...

I won't be long.

Wa... uh, Sharon.

I want to be sure you know, um...

I know I-I don't show it a lot, but...

But you're way more important to me than any story I'll ever tell.

Even about Alice.

[ Sighs ] Thank you.

I am so proud, though, that you want to speak up for her and that you were worried enough about hurting her case that you brought us those messages.

Yeah, that... that was never really an issue.

I'll just wait here for you.

Okay.

[ Clears throat ]

Uh, here's a list of Twizz's known associates, if we still need them.

Oh, well, we may.

Once he's locked up and he trusts that he's safe, he may want to trade some of his fellow Monsters for luxury items.

Yeah. Like, uh, eggs and hamburgers.

[ Chuckles ]

Uh, listen, you know, since it's calmed down here, uh, what do you say to dinner tomorrow?

At Serve.

It's new, it's, uh, nearby, and people say, uh...

Well, people say it's one of the most romantic places in Los Angeles.

R-romantic?

Well, that's... that's how it's described.

Oh, I see.

Uh, um... Uh... Fine.

Uh... Where's Hobbs?

She's in Interview 1, I think.