04x22 - Hindsight, Part 4

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Previously on "Major Crimes"...

Heroin. Found underneath the baby's car seat.

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

Look, this is cannot be true! Stop lying to me!

Sir, we would not lie to you about the death of your child!

Sykes: Our victims were sh*t with the same g*n that k*lled Officer Reese and D.D.A. Gray?

We found the m*rder w*apon in the altar of your church.

Every now and then I find something to celebrate.

Like finally having a chance to leave the U*i where we'd find it?

Taylor: Hickman perjured himself on the stand.

He lost us the m*rder case of an L.A. cop.

Rusty: How stupid could he be?

Putting his mask on after he started the robbery.

Cooper: Classic signs of a struggle.

And my Mom's gone.

Stop, L.A.P.D.!

Gary!

Gary, stop!

Hey, hey, hey!

Make a deal where you give up Gary.

He will k*ll you. Do you understand?

I know the guy Emile's living with.

Runs a chop shop.

Buddha, I presume.

And do you have any idea where his heroin might have come from?

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

Drop your g*n!

No.

Not now. He's confessing.

Mark Hickman, you have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.

Flynn: Are you sick, ill, or injured?

No.

Do you have any suicidal tendencies?

When I think I could have ended up like you.

Put your arm through the window.

Right arm.

Are you taking any medications?

Pills for high blood pressure.

I'm shocked. Are you an alcoholic?

Nope.

How many drinks do you have a day?

Not enough.

Okay.

I'll alert medical to make sure you don't go through any withdrawals during your stay with us.

Empty your pockets, take your laces from your shoes, remove your belt, and pass them all through the window.

[Keys jingle]

My belt?

Really?

I told you I'm not suicidal.

Your word's no good here anymore.

[Coins clatter]

Let's go.

[Knock on door, door buzzes]

He's former L.A.P.D., so make sure we put a keep-away on him when we send him to county.

Put your feet on the steps marked out on the ground.

Look up.

[Camera shutter clicking]

I'm not talking to her.

Then I'll take you to county. That what you want?

What about the girl scout?

Detective Sykes is busy.

Here.

[Police radio chatter]

Attempted m*rder? Bullshit.

I just wanted to have a little man-to-man with the good Reverend. That's all.

You brought a g*n into his church.

I have a permit to carry.

You won't after I write my report.

Doesn't this feel a little too familiar, Mark?

You sitting across the table from me trying to justify why you broke the law?

Earlier tonight, I got Reverend copkiller to confess, okay?

He confessed to sh**ting Reese.

I recorded the whole damn thing.

You held a g*n to his head. It wasn't a confession.

Not to mention that the guy cannot be tried again for Reese's m*rder.

Well, what about the m*rder of Rachel Gray and the m*rder of Eric Dunn?

Reverend Copkiller is absolved of those sh**t because he... he carries a Bible?

The only reason he's free is because you committed perjury on the stand.

Listen, Pollyanna, if you got rid of every cop on the L.A.P.D. who committed perjury, there'd be no one left here but you and your I.A. Friends.

What makes me the bad guy is that my partner wouldn't back me up.

- "Lieutenant Michael Tao."

See? It's my fault.

"Did you also overhear Daniel Price,

A.K.A. Revered copkiller, confess to the m*rder of Officer Reese?"

If Mike had just said yes...

Why did you not disclose your affair with D.D.A. Rachel Gray after she was m*rder*d?

How does it figure into anything?

Because Rachel Gray broke up with your sorry ass right before the trial.

So?

So you were in love with her, and she left you, and she ended up dead.

You thought of Rachel Gray as the one.

She thought of you as just one more.

And if you did k*ll Rachel and Eric, that would explain why the L.A.P.D. never found the U*i.

Because the third person in the car came back for it.

Or Emile knew that you'd found it and where you'd put it.

And that's the reason you met him when he came out of prison, and you told him to keep his mouth shut or else.

And that explains the "why now" of it all for your simple minds, huh?

Shaky Emile returns to the world and makes for a great alternative suspect.

And I sh**t this Tamika girl and her baby because, I don't know, I'm just that depraved.

Hoping that it will look like Emile's revenge, I plant the g*n in Reverend Copkiller's church.

And this phone.

You planted it, too.

And that's important why?

Because someone used it to call both Tamika and Emile right before they were m*rder*d.

A-and did you find my fingerprints on it?

Of course not. It was wiped.

Like the U*i and the syringe we found next Emile's body.

And also like them, this phone had residue of cornstarch all over it.

And... and where did I plant this phone?

Peter Goldman's car.

Right, Reverend Copkiller's lawyer.

Obviously, Daniel Price left this phone in Goldman's car.

Price must cut his dope with cornstarch.

It's probably all over his so-called church.

Check the soles of your shoes.

You'll see.

Odd, though.

Once again, we find evidence linking Price to a m*rder, then, by complete coincidence, you are just a few feet away.

Was I trying to frame the guy today or k*ll him?

I-I think you should make a choice there.

Look, I-I know this might hurt your tiny heads, but try thinking for a minute.

If I had located the U*i years ago, Daniel Price would have never gotten away with m*rder.

He has a point.

The g*n would have corroborated Emile's statement and the case would have been made. And one more thing... Rachel...

Rachel left me because I couldn't find the g*n.

Thought I'd let her down.

Thought I'd failed her.

And I...

[Grunts]

... I would have never k*lled her, because I know she would have come back to me... if she had lived.

I know she would have.

I... I know it.

Write down where you were when D.D.A. Rachel Gray and Eric Dunn were sh*t to death and where you were when Tamika Weaver and her young son were sh*t to death and where you were when Emile overdosed.

[Sighs]

And we'll run it down.

This isn't getting us anywhere.

Steph: Shame we had to release Peter Goldman.

He knows something about the Reverend's drug trade.

Jon Barnes come home yet?

I'm thinking his house is blown.

He's got to know we're watching it.

Hey, uh, so what you said the other night about...

Holding people accountable...

Yeah?

Yeah, so, uh...

I made an appointment with that doctor.

You know, the one who told my wife that it was okay to drop her seizure meds.

Gonna see him the day after tomorrow in the morning.

Wow, Julio, that...

You think you can do that without sh**ting him?

That's the number-one reason why I waited so long before talking to him.

[Chuckles] Want to discuss some of the dumb things he might say to you first?

I'm about to wrap this up 'cause I have nothing to do.

Uh, I'm a little busy right now, Steph.

What about dinner tomorrow if we get a break?

Oh, yeah. Dinner sounds great. Sure.

Yeah, I-I'll be over there in the morning.

We can figure that out.

Julio?

Okay, then we'll see you then.

Thank you.

Jon Barnes show his face anywhere?

No, sir.

But found a card on some flowers sent to Tamika's funeral.

Little weird.

"To my Pretty Boy, R.I.P., love always... easy."

Easy... Emile's nickname.

Emile? [Chuckles]

Well, it certainly is odd for a dead man to send flowers to a funeral.

So, obviously, Emile ordered those flowers before he d*ed.

Maybe that's why he asked Buddha for money.

And the flowers were sent to "my Pretty Boy."

How does that track?

Could Jeremiah have been Emile's son?

No. No, ma'am. Too young.

Pretty Boy was one of the nicknames we were looking into as a possible third man in the car during the Reese murders.

So, g*ng nicknames are often ironic.

A guy called "tiny" could be 6'6".

A high-strung, sensitive kid like Emile is "easy."

Tamika Weaver was a cute girl.

So they called her "Pretty Boy."

Wow.

So the third guy in the car was not a guy at all.

It was Tamika Weaver.

[Marker cap clicks]

♪

Okay, Lieutenant. So, I think I get it.

If Tamika Weaver was Pretty Boy, and Pretty Boy was the third person in the car...

Ye gods. Each one of these people has 30 names.

Uh...

Daniel Price is Trigger is Reverend Copkiller.

Dennis Price is...

Klip.

... Klip.

Uh... uh... Tamika is...

Pretty Boy.

... Pretty Boy.

And, uh, ah... Buddha.

Well, he has a different name altogether.

And not one, but two hickmans.

Louie, those had better be names on your guest list.

Well, no. They're m*rder suspects.

But, Patrice, w-what are you doing here?

I know that you're at work, but I am not planning this wedding anymore by myself.

Well, of course you aren't.

I-I'm helping. I-I'm going to, uh...

Louie, I said, "let's elope."

I said, "don't spend lots of money."

I said, "I am not doing all the work."

No, Buzz. You stay. I'm leaving.

You missed the caterer, so I can't settle the menu.

Invitations still not ready, despite what you promised me.

And the guest list... not filled out.

[Sighs] Louie, honey, look.

We have our license.

Baby, we can just go across the street tomorrow during lunch and...

I am not getting married during my lunch hour.

Now, look. The second this case is over, I will take care of everything, and I will make it so beautiful, like you.

Fill out all of this stuff and get it back to me tomorrow, or we do things my way.

Oh, uh, hi, Patrice.

Lieutenant, if you have a minute, um...

He needs to talk to you.

You just hold on. I was...

Louie, tomorrow.

Tomorrow.

Bye, Buzz.

Bye.

Bye, boys.

Bye.

Excuse me.

Bye, Patrice.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to...

I didn't mean to interrupt you.

It's fine.

You probably just ruined my whole wedding, but so what?

How can I help you?

Um...

How?

I... I talked to m-my other mother at county last night.

Sharon Beck won't help you guys because her freaky boyfriend, Gary, said if she did, he'd k*ll rusty.

What?

O-okay. Okay.

But Gary would never follow through on a thr*at like that.

Now we're gonna get this straightened out right now.

Buzz, I want Sharon Beck brought over from county immediately.

Thank you, Gus. Thank you.

Tao: She might have been Emile's girlfriend, but Tamika was in high school, just 15.

Found a yearbook picture of her.

I can see why they called her Pretty Boy.

Oh, 15?

Flynn: Hmm. Underage.

Another reason why 20-year-old Emile might have wanted to keep her out of this.

If Tamika was the third person in the car, maybe she was also there when they dumped off the g*n.

Let's say she was.

Now, jump ahead to when Reverend Copkiller paid $10,000 bond to get Jon Barnes out of jail.

That is the value of the cash and the heroin we found in Tamika's car.

Tamika knew who ended up with the U*i and was blackmailing them?

And got k*lled in the process.

Yes, that could be a version of how we ended up here.

Of the three people in the car when Reese was m*rder*d, Reverend Copkiller is the only one left alive.

But he has an air-tight alibi for Tamika and Emile's murders.

And he eventually bailed Jon Barnes out of jail on his own.

Yeah, 'cause he's a merciful Christian?

But Tamika was at the church for taco Monday not long before she d*ed.

And Reverend Copkiller was there, too.

One other thing.

The car that was used in the Reese m*rder.

It was never found.

Was never found.

Uh, it's in the m*rder book.

Yes, it is.

Who do we know that takes cars apart and is connected to the drug trade?

You got me confused with someone else.

Client's a mechanic. He fixes cars for a church.

He certainly doesn't steal them.

What about all those transmissions he was replacing?

And all those catalytic converters...

Where did they come from, huh?

All reclaimed from junkyards.

Wrong.

They're kind of new. Those parts look like they might have been liberated from other vehicles.

Sanchez: Look, Buddha, let the district attorney put your situation into context.

You're about to go from working on cars to making license plates, unless you cooperate right now.

Define cooperation.

I'm interested in a crime that happened 12 years ago after Officer Reese's m*rder.

Your client tells me what he knows about that...

Come on. That's like blackmail.

No, it's like a lifeline.

You're suggesting complete immunity from any and all prosecution, both past and present action?

Oh, no.

If he committed no murders, yes.

Buddha, tell us what you did with the car from the Reese murders, or we're gonna deal out your crew, try you on the theft of those auto parts, and make you spend every penny you have defending yourself in court.

Did Emile ever talk to you much about prison?

You think it's a place you'd like to try out for yourself?

[Sighs]

[Whispers indistinctly]

Here we go.

[Sigh]

Okay, then. Yeah, fine.

But you got to protect me, all right?

I'm gonna need some serious protection from people, man.

What people?

Start at the beginning.

Okay, uh... Daniel.

We called him Trigger back then.

He was moving lots of dope, but also using, and it made him do wild things, like what went down with that cop, Reese.

And when Daniel got arrested, he wanted evidence to disappear.

So his brother, Dennis... we called him Klip.

He, uh... he brought a car over to my shop.

And, uh...

Emile was there, too.

Was Emile alone?

No. Uh, he was with his girl.

Tamika Weaver?

Now we're getting somewhere.

Now, don't jinx it.

She was in the car with him the night of the sh**ting, right?

Guess it doesn't matter now.

Yeah, that's... that's right. Tamika was with him, and she was concerned about getting arrested.

Daniel was already in jail and the cops were looking for Emile.

And he and Tamika were arguing.

About what?

Your head ain't right.

I threw it after we crossed the overpass.

E, we wasn't even on the freeway.

How do you know where I threw it, huh?

E. Huh? You don't.

That's right, 'cause you crying in the backseat.

Come on, E.

You was tripping, doing hits.

This is why you all turned around now.

What's your Pretty Boy talking about, huh?

Easy over here don't remember where he ditched the g*n.

Don't listen to her, dawg. You don't know what you're talking about.

I do. I do know.

Bitch, shut your mouth, all right?

We get to that g*n in our own time.

But first, we got business, Buddha.

Yeah, but listen, Klip. Um, I don't...

My brother needs you to make this ride disappear.

Easy said you the dude to make that happen.

Look, this is the m*rder of a cop.

I don't mean no disrespect...

Maybe I'm not explaining myself right.

See, I ain't asking.

Now, you do this and we're gonna work together again.

You don't, what you think gonna happen, dawg?

Hmm?

We been friends ever since.

See, once I started working for Dennis Price, I couldn't just quit.

Sanchez: You know anyone else working for Dennis Price?

Like Jon Barnes?

Uh...

If we're getting into accusations of drug trafficking, we would want dual immunity from all federal charges.

You have your story.

What about the g*n?

Did Dennis ever go looking for it?

Don't know. I never asked.

But Tamika saw where they put the U*i.

If she told Jon Barnes that story...

Hey, and maybe keep Daniel Price out of this, man.

Barnes could know the name of our k*ller.

You don't really think...

[Cellphone vibrates]

... him preaching the gospel is an act, right?

Captain raydor.

Yes, thank you.

She's here.

[Door closes]

♪

Sharon, Miriam, do you both know why we asked you here?

It's because rusty told you about the threats that Gary made.

That is correct.

Threats?

What's that about?

Gary, it's her boyfriend.

This woman caused so much damage... and continues to.

I talked to my client, and she will give you information that will aid in the capture and conviction of Gary Lewis.

But only if you are guaranteeing...

Sharon, please do not tell me that you are using your son's safety to make a deal for charges of armed robbery.

No, I just want a guarantee that you can arrest Gary and that you'll try him and that he can't get a deal of any kind.

It would be his third conviction.

And so he'd go away for life.

May I continue, Lieutenant?

Please, Miriam. Please.

We also ask that my client's statement remain anonymous until you have Mr. Lewis in custody.

Confidentiality is one of my greatest strengths.

Now, tell me about the robbery.

Well, I didn't know what was about to happen.

Gary just told me that he needed to buy cigarettes.

Ah. So he goes into the liquor store, you wait.

And then he comes out and gets in the car and started screaming at me to drive.

Now, I never should have moved back with him to begin with, but he swore that he was clean and...

Yeah, but by the time of the robbery...

I knew he was using again, so I called a friend from the program.

And she said that I could house-sit her apartment for a month.

So I told Gary that I was leaving the next day.

And then the assh*le robbed the liquor store.

And he said, "now you're caught, bitch.

You're in this with me."

Clearly, my client was an unwilling accomplice.

Thank you, Miriam, for the translation.

She always sounds believable no matter what she says.

If your client could tell us where Gary is, it would help us take her version of events more seriously.

Gary has one of those disposable cellphones.

Does that help?

If you know the phone number and if Gary is still using it.

Tao: So, if we trust what we're hearing from Buddha, then Dennis Price, A.K.A. Klip, forced Buddha to chop the car from the Reese murders.

Daniel could have been running things from jail.

An Tamika knew where the g*n was and Dennis said that he would deal with it.

Maybe he found the g*n before we could and, at the right moment, in the middle of the trial, he sh*t Rachel Gray and Eric Dunn.

Well, that makes for a credible theory of the crime.

The thing we're missing is direct evidence.

Which we could get from Jon Barnes.

If we could prove that he m*rder*d those three teenagers, we could deal him down from the death penalty in exchange for him telling us who Tamika Weaver was blackmailing.

If Barnes is even still alive.

I mean, if he knew what Tamika knew, maybe the prices offed him.

Steph: Captain, if we're right about Dennis Price and he moved the dope out of his brother's church, he may have moved Barnes somewhere, too.

In fact, if I rattled Dennis' chain a little, I bet he'd lead us to Barnes.

"Rattled Dennis' chain" how?

I could call him... and Daniel, too...

And say, "look, if you guys know where Barnes is, tell us.

Let us pick him up, because we believe Barnes knows something about why Tamika was sh*t, and we have enough leverage to get Barnes to roll on the heroin suppliers in your neighborhood."

That might be enough to get Dennis on the move.

We put a tail on him, and hopefully, he leads us to Barnes.

♪

Oh, they got a new sign.

You know this place?

Oh, yeah. Used to be a hookup spot back in high school.

Wait. You brought girls here?

Oh, as a gentleman, I wouldn't remember.

[Both chuckle]

Ah, there's associate Pastor Dennis Price.

Bastard.

All right, number one has landed at the, uh, secret garden motel.

Have backup units roll out to 12756 Adams near Western Inn.

Hey, guys. Today's not a good day to be hanging out around here, all right?

Who the hell are you?

I'm a friend, all right?

Now take my advice. Go catch a movie or something.

[g*nshots]

sh*ts fired. Officers need help.

Secret Garden motel on Adams and Western.

Don't move.

[g*nshots continue]

Freeze! Police! Drop your w*apon!

Jon Barnes! Freeze!

L.A.P.D.!

Dennis Price, drop your w*apon!

Walk out very slowly with your hands up!

Get on the ground now!

♪

Damn it.

It was self-defense.

Oh, yeah.

And who was defending themselves, Klip?

It ain't Klip.

The hell it isn't.

[Police radio chatter]

I heard this idiot took a sh*t at you.

Everything okay?

As long as they keep missing.

How's Coop?

Annoyed.

I have to wait for F.I.D. And they won't be here for an hour.

Well, at least we finally got something on that son of a bitch.

Don't be so sure.

Dennis claims self-defense.

Oh, big surprise.

Any way of knowing who initiated this little disagreement?

The first two sh*ts were really loud, and Klip was packing a .40.

What about Barnes?

Barnes had a Beretta... the same kind of g*n used in the triple m*rder of those kids yesterday, so I guess we can Mark that solved.

Yeah, Sykes, firearms Francine seems to always let you cut in line, so why don't you take that Beretta downtown and, uh, see if it matches up?

Oh, god. $54 a person.

That's more than I give my grandkids at Christmas.

And I don't even like goat cheese on my salad.

Tao: Hey! We found some heroin!

There were 40 bricks of it just like this taped under the dresser.

I'll take it to narco, see if it matches the stuff from Tamika's car.

Julio, do you want to take that knucklehead downtown?

Buckley: The sh**ting, which marks the fifth consecutive day of v*olence after the unsolved m*rder of Tamika Weaver and her 3-year-old boy, Jeremiah.

And while these new murders occurred al...

Hey, Gary was arrested?

Yes. About an hour ago in a bar in echo park.

So, have a seat.

I wonder if you could explain why I keep hearing about what's happening between you and Gary from somebody else.

I'm... I'm sorry, Mom. I-I just...

I've been... I've been working really hard to not be a problem, and... and I-I just...

This is what you always say.

Now, what do you think would be worse for me...

Getting rid of the person who is threatening you or finding out too late that you...

I-I can't even say the words.

H-hold on a second, though, because... because everything I know about what Gary said he'd do to me, I heard from the other Sharon, okay?

And who knows if she's ever telling the truth?

I just... I-I didn't want to... I didn't want to upset you if she's just using this... this story to... to save herself, which she's 100% capable of doing.

And I should have told you.

I know. You're right.

This is the end of every argument we ever have.

I won't do it again, I promise.

Okay.

Um...

You heard the other Sharon.

Does she sound for real to you?

She does, but you are right.

It is very hard to know when your mother's telling the truth.

I guess we'll find out soon enough.

It only took an hour and a half for narco analysis on the heroin from the motel room.

An exact match to the heroin Jon Barnes was arrested with two months ago.

I spoke with the Officer that made that arrest, incidentally.

Want to guess who Barnes had as a lawyer?

Peter Goldman.

The one and only.

Goldman also showed up for six other dealers.

Steph, if you could, find out who called Goldman on those occasions.

Tao: Here's a problem, though.

The dope from the motel was cut with baby laxative, not cornstarch.

So it's not a match with the heroin found in Tamika's car.

Hold on. Now we're talking about two kinds of heroin?

Tamika's doesn't link back to the church?

Provenza: Uh, all right.

Let's not get sidetracked by all these irrelevant details about who got high on what.

We have a sh**t, so let's arrest Dennis, A.K.A. Klip, for the attempted m*rder of Jon Barnes, let Hobbs and Goldman deal the guy into confessing to all the rest of these murders.

Sorry. Legally, you're looking at a mutual combat situation.

But Sykes said that it sounded like Dennis sh*t first.

Doesn't mean he drew first, Lieutenant.

Goldman will insist Dennis was defending himself against Barnes, and I can't prove otherwise.

Maybe there's another angle.

Yeah, more angles... just what we need.

This one asks us to believe someone we know to have been untrustworthy in the past, but it's worth a sh*t.

Julio, if you would inform Reverend Price that we've had a break in the case that requires his attention.

Yes, ma'am.

Goldman will be here immediately.

I'm counting on it.

In the meantime, no mention of Buddha's statement of facts.

Then what will we be holding Klip on?

The heroin was in the hotel room when he got there.

Your client is a drug dealer and now, a m*rder*r.

He is a soldier in a faith-based community that's fighting for its life.

A soldier? That explains the U*i we found in his church linked to at least five murders.

Reese, D.D.A. Gray, Eric Dunn, Tamika Weaver, and her son, Jeremiah Barnes.

Is this the same g*n you tried to pin on his brother three days ago?

You've been sitting on that g*n for years, haven't you, Klip?

I have not.

Don't talk.

Already told you it ain't Klip.

Don't talk.

Was it Tamika who told you where the U*i was that night you chopped the car your brother and Emile drove away from the flower shop?

Did you use that g*n to k*ll her?

Why would I sh**t that innocent girl?

I said not to talk.

Now, you can sit here forever trying to spin straw into overtime, but my client had a religious conversion that altered his life.

Look, I get it.

[Cellphone vibrates]

It must be very frustrating to have mishandled a case this badly.

Hello?

It is at times like these cops start forcing investigation...

Captain, that was Julio.

He's on his way up with Reverend Price.

... but my client...

Mike, do you have the...

Yes.

Julio has the rest, including the, uh, charges for the motel.

Lieutenant, would you care to join me?

... wanted by the police.

Flynn: He went there with a g*n. He sh*t first.

As I understand it, you arrested my client for protecting himself from a man you told me yesterday had sh*t and k*lled three innocent teenagers.

Now, my client's supposed to approach a man like that unarmed?

Well, he could have called the police.

Reverend Price.

Thank you for coming.

Peace and out, Captain.

That's all you're getting from me until I hear back from my lawyer.

He doesn't know, ma'am.

Know what?

Uh, well, we'll get to that.

Why don't you join us in the conference room over here?

Uh, you're lawyer will be with us in a minute.

You called Peter, too?

We didn't need to, Reverend.

Goldman: The way I see it, at worst, you've got Dennis on a misdemeanor weapons charge for f*ring his g*n within city limits.

And for that...

I will gladly go downstairs and pay the $100 fine myself to end this discussion.

You will not question my client while I'm gone.

Dennis, stay calm.

Sure thing.

I'll be back shortly.

♪

What is this? Wha...

You guys wipe your feet on the constitution every chance you get.

No, we were only waiting on...

I'm, frankly, disappointed in you, Captain.

We only now just sat down.

You know better than to question him without his lawyer present.

We haven't asked him any questions.

We were just going to give him a... courtesy briefing on our progress.

Because you're so famous for your courtesy, Lieutenant?

No, it's a trick, and we're leaving.

Daniel, let's go.

I am so sorry, Reverend.

I had hoped to be able to explain to you why we arrested your brother today, but you can hear about it on the news later.

What are you talking about?

It's ridiculous.

I'll tell you outside. Let's go.

Your brother was in a sh**t with one of your parishioners, Mr. Jon Barnes, who you bailed out of jail.

What? Peter? You know about this?

Oh, Reverend, that is why Mr. Goldman is here.

Dennis called me.

He was worried that you would be angry.

But it was all a trick to distract me so they could take advantage of you like this.

Please, come with me.

And make sure that Mr. Goldman doesn't forget the details of how your brother has been running heroin through your church.

Shame on, Detective.

My brother's been on the straight for years thanks to the blood of Christ.

No, thanks to Mr. Goldman, who's managed to keep you in the dark.

We found this heroin in the same motel room where your brother stashed Jon Barnes.

We just traced back the credit card paying for the room to Dennis Price.

And he has several other motel rooms he started using right before we searched your church.

They're playing a game with you.

I want to listen, Peter. Let him finish.

What else?

Are you really not aware that Mr. Goldman is working for your brother?

Of course he's working for my brother.

Peter works for our church, our community.

And my brother obviously...

Seven arrests in your neighborhood in the last six months, all of them dealers supposedly working for your brother and all of them represented by Peter Goldman.

Daniel, I promise, I can explain everything they're lying about.

Then, Peter, please tell the Reverend that 40 minutes after Jon Barnes was arrested for dealing heroin, your brother, Dennis, called your cellphone.

Sanchez: And you showed up for Jon Barnes and you represented him at his arraignment.

That's your proof that I'm involved in the drug trade?

Really?

No, not by itself. No.

But we went back and cross-checked the other six arrests we mentioned, and, as you can see, your brother called Mr. Goldman here within the hour of each booking.

There's your proof, Peter.

Is this true?

These people will say anything...

Was my brother calling you to defend the very people leeching off our community?!

Daniel, if you'll just follow me outside, I can explain everything.

Your steps are not the ones I follow!

Is Dennis...

Are you being paid by my brother?

There's your answer, Reverend.

You and I are finished, Peter, understand?

And for what you've done, may god forgive you.

What I did, Daniel, was to protect your work.

I'll go.

But I urge you to stay silent.

These people mean to do you and your community harm.

And without me beside you, they may well succeed.

Mr. Price, we have more evidence about your brother's drug business than Peter knows.

Provenza: That is a statement of facts from Mr. Greg Mann, A.K.A. Buddha.

Now, Mr. Buddha is going into the witness protection program.

In exchange, he will explain how your brother used your church for drug trafficking.

[Sighs]

I don't trust Peter...

But I don't trust you, either.

How can I be sure all of this is true?

There's only one way, Reverend.

What would that be?

We need you to have a heart-to-heart conversation with your brother.

In the middle of what community leaders called a heated racially charged g*ng w*r, the L.A.P.D. remains tight-lipped about their progress.

Even though crime suppression units can be found throughout the Adams-Normandie neighborhood, residents say they still...

Mr. Sanchez?

Dr. Foster's ready for you.

... extremely windy and cold, unseasonably so.

It appears as if the, uh, weather system is gonna be moving through the area throughout the next several days.

It's something that we'll be...

[Door opens]

Mr. Sanchez.

It's been a long time.

Over 15 years, yeah.

Your office hasn't changed much, sir.

No. Well, I have a laptop now and my new patients are fully digitized.

But I have your wife's records here.

What would you like to know?

I'm here to ask a-about...

Maria's...

About how she d*ed, sir.

Mr. Sanchez, your wife passed away from concussive injuries sustained in a car accident.

During a seizure, a seizure that happened because you took her off her meds.

Why did you do that?

Why did you take Maria off her medication?

The short answer is I didn't.

In fact, because the dose was so mild, I suggested Maria keep on it for another year.

No. No, no. No, wait. Wait.

Maria said you told her she could go off her meds.

No. I didn't.

In fact, I had Maria sign a form stating that by discontinuing Dilantin, she was acting against the advice of a doctor and understood the potential consequences.

And I also urged Maria to discuss her decision with her family.

She never...

Talked to me about this.

Never would I have agreed to this in a million years.

Are you sure it would have made a difference?

From what I recall, when your wife felt strongly about something, she did not shy away from confrontation.

No. No.

She mostly got her way.

She didn't ever just out-and-out lie to me, sir.

Maybe Maria found a way to phrase her decision so it sounded less drastic than it was.

♪

Flynn: We should be able to hear something very soon.

The wire's active.

Patrollers are driving Dennis Price to the church and his brother is waiting for him in his office.

Confession imminent.

I don't know about that.

Why so pessimistic?

The gunfight at the motel yesterday just doesn't fit the profile of our k*ller, and Mark Hickman was following Rachel Gray 12 years ago.

Checking out her security.

Oh, no. He was lying about that.

But was he also lying in wait?

Well...

I am.

For a second to be alone with you.

♪

So, uh, tell me.

Did you get a chance to reschedule your NFL interview?

No. Not yet.

Oh.

So, you're passing on the security job?

Or what?

Andy, I don't know.

I don't know.

All that travel means that we will see each other even less.

And rusty is still so very vulnerable and...

And?

And I spent my entire career ridding the L.A.P.D. of officers like Mark Hickman and their influence.

And I'm pretty sure that Amy is talking with him.

Yeah, yeah. I know how it looks.

But remember, Taylor told you to leave Hickman out of it.

He never told us to avoid him, and neither did you, for that matter.

Slicing things pretty thin.

Information was withheld.

Was it?

Or did we just hear some theories about these murders without knowing whose they were?

Hmm?

Go ahead.

Ask Amy.

She's not gonna lie to your face.

I know that.

Provenza: Why can't I tell what's going on?

And... and where did the Reverend Copkiller go?

And why did the button cam suddenly go so dark?

I think he's kneeling by his desk.

It's a good sign. Maybe praying for strength to help us.

Well, great. Now all we need is for Dennis to say to his brother, "I found the U*i, m*rder*d Emile, Tamika, her son, Rachel Gray, her body guard, JFK... "

And then we're done.

I'd be satisfied if Dennis confirms what Buddha told us about drug trafficking.

Well, we'll find out soon enough.

Guys, where's Dennis Price?

Tao: Just arrived.

Heading straight to the sanctuary.

Sykes: Doesn't look happy.

Get ready everyone.

We may have to move in.

♪

Damn it, Daniel.

What the hell do you think you're doing, huh?

Remember where you are.

And you're the one who needs to explain.

According to the L.A.P.D., you're using this church to distribute heroin?

According to the L.A.P.D.?

Wow.

Tell me how that U*i showed up here?

How the dogs caught the scent of dope in an altar to Christ?

Why you were putting Jon Barnes up in a motel where they found heroin?

Forget Barnes!

Forget the dope, all right?

All you got to do is recite the Bible to reporters and I'll go on cleaning up the mess you made when you allowed cops to search this church.

I have nothing to hide.

♪

Do you?