06x10 - By Any Means: Part 1

[bunniefuu]

My beautiful family.

Let me just begin by saying
how much I love you.

And how much I felt...

you are in love in return.

How that love encouraged

and inspired me every day

to be the best person I could be.

I had a great job.

I had a terrific husband,

amazing children.

Blessed in this way, I'm not
letting bitterness at the end

destroy the wonder
of all that came before.

♪

[CLEARS THROAT]

Today we honor Commander Sharon Raydor,

a cop's cop, an exceptional mother,

a loving wife, and a great good friend.

She was also a person of faith.

She believed in rules and law and God.

These beliefs
gave her the strength to lead

and compelled her to uphold
the values by which we live.

Those of us gathered here today

feel her passing as a personal tragedy

for which we will mourn
for the rest of our lives.

But to the community in which she lived

and the civilization
she struggled to defend,

her death is nothing short of calamity.

In moments like this, we often hear,

"It's better to light a candle
than to curse the darkness."

And so, in my heart...

[VOICE BREAKING] I light a candle...

in Sharon's honor.

But I curse the darkness, also...

this awful shadow
falling across our hearts,

a cloud darkening the principles
for which she stood.

I ask that, with Sharon as our example,

that we leave her today
re-committed to the rule of law

and dedicated to the cause of justice

for which she sacrificed her life.

[FOOTSTEPS]

♪

PRIEST: Let us pray.

Lord, into your hands,
we commend our sister Sharon.

We thank you for the wonderful things

you bestowed upon her life.

We pray that you open the gates
of paradise to your servant

and elevate the hope of those who remain.

Until we all meet in Christ

and are with you
and our sister Sharon forever,

we ask this through Christ our Lord.

Amen.

♪

Detail!

Return arms!

Detail!

Dismissed!

♪

It's the, uh, eulogy.

♪

EMMA: Lieutenant.

That was very touching.

Thanks for coming, Emma.

- Um, hard day.
- It is.

And I'm sorry to bring this up,

but I have something urgent
we need to discuss.

- Here?
- It'll only take a second.

You've probably heard that
over the last few months,

several people connected to...

...Phillip Stroh...

- Have d*ed, yes, yes.
- Yes.

One su1c1de, four accidents.

Or five murders all across the country.

But now I have reason
to believe that Phillip Stroh

is already in L.A...

and a potential motive
for why he came back.

And that motive would be?

I'm trying to verify it
through other agencies,

but I feel confirmation is imminent.

Do you have protection?

Yes.

But...

I'm not worried about me.

Sorry, Lieutenant. I'm gonna head out.

Yeah. Uh, Rios?

Expect me in your office
sometime late tomorrow morning.

I'll be there.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

♪

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We're all clear, ma'am.

We'll be out front if you need us.

Thank you. Have a nice night.

♪

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[MUFFLED SCREAMING]

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[POLICE RADIO CHATTER]

Correct me if I'm wrong.

You two guys were protecting D.D.A. Rios.

Sir, I did a sweep of the house
and the grounds myself.

There was no one here,
and there were no alerts

from our security alarms all night.

- So, what the hell happened?
- Can't say.

We rang the bell in the morning,

and when she didn't answer, we entered,

turned off the alarm,
and we found her in the pool.

And she was outside alone because?

She liked to have a swim before bed.

Maybe she didn't want us back here.

I don't know.

"I don't know."

You guys had one job.

- Nolan.
- NOLAN: Yeah.

Better start sending out
your résumés, guys.

This way.

♪

- Andrea.
- Where is she?

At the morgue.

She was an officer of the court,

and her body does not belong
by the side of the pool.

- What happened?
- As of now, it's an accidental drowning.

Bullshit. This was Stroh.

Just give me a second, Andrea.
Give me a second.

- Sanchez.
- Sir, no forced entry,

towel is folded up,
clothing on the chair.

S.I.D. is skimming the pool
for hair samples.

Her cellphone and laptop
were still inside the house...

password-protected,
so I sent them over to Cyber

- to see what they could do.
- All right.

Emma told me yesterday
that she thought Phillip Stroh

was back in Los Angeles.

Andrea, do you have any idea

where that information
could have come from?

She always kept me in the loop.

[VOICE BREAKING] But I haven't
been back to work since...

I-I know. It's...
It's been hell for all of us.

Look, uh, why don't you check
Emma's files, her phone logs?

[SOBS, SNIFFLES]

Uh, Amy?

- Amy?
- Oh. Hey.

Hey, it's tough.

- It's tough. I know.
- I know.

I'm sorry, guys.

- I'm sorry.
- We're all doing it.

It's okay, it's okay.

[SNIFFLES]

Lieutenant, I heard this was
an accidental drowning.

Yeah.

A -year-old avid swimmer

drowns in her own pool.

- Lieutenant.
- Guys.

[CLEARS THROAT]

We're, uh, still working it.

It's too early for a report.

Maybe... I'll hang out for a bit.

Suit yourself.

Just remember that I am
the incident commander...

not you.

Ah, great.

Everyone, this is Karl, Emma's neighbor.

His parents are out of town,

but he was nice enough
to get up and give us a tour.

Hey. I'm sorry, guys.

So sad. She was a really nice person.

Well, thank you. Um, Mike.

Karl, show them what you showed me.

Right. Um, well, this gate's
been around for forever.

It looks stuck, right?

But the bottom's just dug
into the ground a little.

If you pull it up...

[GATE CREAKS]

Why is the gate even here, Karl?

I think the old owners of these
houses were, you know, related

and sort of going
back and forth all the time.

I used this gate, too,
like, in middle school.

If a Frisbee would come over,
I'd just go through the gate

- and, like...
- Okay, Karl, okay.

Did you hear any noise
in your yard last night?

Sorry. No.

I just got back from Thailand
day before yesterday,

and I-I hit a wall at like : .

Karl, was there ever a lock on this gate?

Oh. Uh... yeah.

I wonder where it went.

I, um... I might have
a picture of it on my phone.

You want me to text it to you?

Yes, please.

Number's right there.

Thanks.

I mean, I can climb over this fence easy.

All you got to do is,
like, get your hands on...

No, no, Ka... Karl. We believe you.

- Okay.
- Okay?

Can we look around your backyard?

- Oh, sure. Yeah, no problem.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Wait for us.

Wes, get a copy of that photo

and text that photo to the rest of us

and make sure it gets in the report.

NOLAN: Yep. As soon as I get it.

And while you're at it, Nolan,
you and Paige

expand your canvass of the neighborhood

to include Karl's street.

I'll go with them and look
for home-security cameras.

I'll get S.I.D. to print this gate.

Lieutenant, before
you start throwing around

- words like "m*rder"...
- Less than hours ago,

Emma told me
that she thought Phillip Stroh

was back in Los Angeles,
and now she's dead.

You think that's a coincidence?

This is an emotional time
for your division.

Given your history with Stroh...

You want to hand over
the m*rder of a Deputy D.A.

to people it won't upset, good luck.

As for our history, all that means is,

we hit the ground running.

And I intend to give chase...

unless you're replacing me.

Are you replacing me?

You better be right
about this, Lieutenant.

I am.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
we have to bring

our so-called history
with Phillip Stroh to an end.

♪

SHARON: Like joy, I'm finding that grief

can't be absorbed all at once.

It... It... It's...
For me, it's coming in stages.

There's, um... shock [CHUCKLES]

And then denial and sorrow

and sometimes anger

because there's so much more I
wanted to do with all of you...

- [KNOCK ON DOOR]
- ...so much more of your lives

that I wanted to see.

- Hello?
- Oh, hey, Lieutenant.

What are you doing?

Just sorting through stuff
so Andy doesn't have to.

We've been to the storage unit,

and apparently Mom never
really threw anything away.

I'm finding art projects,
Mother's Day cards...

my first ballet shoes.

I'm sorry.

[SOBS]

Andy has life occupancy at the condo,

but some of this stuff he doesn't want...

for example, the Christmas village,

which right now I'd like to move into

- and curl up like a ball.
- Hm.

Save room for the rest of us.

Hey. Can you stay for lunch?

Um, Ricky, just excuse me a second.

Gus and I have been at it all morning.

There's nothing else for us
to do for them right now

- except keep them fed.
- Hey, Lieutenant.

Gus. Very nice of you
to pitch in like this.

- Uh, where's Rusty?
- He hasn't come out here yet,

but I think I heard him
in the shower a while ago.

And Flynn?

♪

[DOOR OPENS]

[DOOR CLOSES]

Really nice, uh, speech...

eulogy, whatever it was.

Well, I'm just thankful
I was able to get through it.

[CHUCKLES]

Look, there is no...

good time to ask this.

I need your help...

with a very difficult notification.

RUSTY: An accidental drowning? No.

This is a m*rder.

I thought Emma had bodyguards.
What happened?

Well, they think someone
gained access to her house

through a neighbor's yard,
but they can't prove it.

Yeah. Look, how much work have you done

on Stroh's other potential victims?

Before Rusty gives you the rundown,

let me make something clear.

- He is not leaving this building.
- Andy.

Look, I'm sorry, kid.
There's no messing around.

Your mother made me promise
that I would take care of you

- and protect...
- I-I start law school in three weeks.

Emma is dead, and we know that
Stroh is back. And I can't...

Andy, this is not what I meant by "help."

Yeah? Well, the last time I just stood by

and let someone do what they wanted,

how did that work out, huh?

How did that work out?!

♪

Andy...

in the end, her heart didn't seize.

It... It didn't skip a b*at.

It just stopped.

And the doctor said that
that had nothing to do with us.

Now, Stroh will not stop with Emma.

If you promised Sharon
that you would protect this boy,

I need him to tell us
everything he knows.

♪

First was Gordon Ducrest,

Stroh's sixth-grade science teacher.

He was found electrocuted
on the side of his house

about a year ago.

He was caring for his wife,
who has Alzheimer's,

and his kids never heard of Stroh.

Next was Stroh's high-school
girlfriend... Lynn.

Yes. She was a former lifeguard from Ohio

who also drowned in her own pool.

Right. And her parents say
that Lynn and Stroh

broke up when they were

and they don't remember much about him,

though they say he was... odd.

- No sh*t.
- Yeah.

Well, about a month later,
Clyde Fowler of Ann Arbor,

who taught Stroh in law school,
supposedly sh*t himself.

Now, Clyde's sister says
that he was in perfect health

and showed no indication
of depression and left no note.

She had never heard of Stroh, either.

She also told me
that Clyde used to travel

two or three time a year to Europe,

but that he quit about a year ago,

saying that
he couldn't afford it anymore.

The traveling stuck out to you. Why?

Well, because Elizabeth Dunn,

the Colorado woman
who d*ed in a car accident...

Her ex-husband, Aaron,
said the same thing...

that she used to take their kids
over the winter break

to all these different places

and that she had stopped
about a year ago,

claiming she was low on funds.

Which brings us to Stroh's
stepmother, Carolyn Sayles,

who fell off a hiking trail in Arizona.

Yeah, well, one of his stepmothers.

Stroh's father, Tyler, had three wives...

Stroh's mother, who I can't find;

Carolyn Sayles; and then
another woman named Jinny.

But Jinny says that she never met Stroh

and that Tyler, who d*ed in
, never had mentioned him.

Well, that's... that's all I have.

PROVENZA: Hobbs?

HOBBS: There was nothing in Emma's office

suggesting any new information on Stroh,

though she noted
a conversation with Interpol

on her call sheet.

SYKES: Cyber found an encrypted
folder on her desktop.

They're working on opening it.

NOLAN: Encrypted folder.
Sounds promising.

Why would Stroh come back now? Revenge?

SANCHEZ: What, against your
sixth-grade science teacher?

That's a big risk to take

for something that happened
to you when you were .

For a normal person maybe,
but a psychopath?

Who knows what provokes
a nutjob like that?

RUSTY: Well, my mom said
that Stroh coming back

might have something to do with
the reason he moved to L.A.

in the first place.

Also, we...

Aah! [SIGHS]

[BRITISH ACCENT]
You scared the sh*t out of me.

Yeah, I get that a lot.

What have I missed?

Um, well, they were just
talking about you, actually.

I've, uh, recorded everything if
you want to play it back or...

- Never mind that. It's just...
- Dylan...

you promised me video of their offices,

not of your underage hooker.

She's not my hooker. She's my girlfriend.

Look, I know it's not easy for you,

but just chill, seriously,

and... and be impressed
with what I've accomplished.

What you're hearing is a live feed

coming from six separate phones.

Apparently Mr. Provenza
wasn't forwarded the photo

sent from [AMERICAN ACCENT]
neighbor bro Karl

[LAUGHS] who was helping them investigate

last night's accident.

My American accent was,
like, awesome, dude!

[LAUGHS]

[NORMAL VOICE] It's hilarious.

Anyway, as the police

were checking out the gate
to Emma's backyard,

I had a Sniffy in my pocket,

creating a rogue access point
for their phones.

It gave me their contacts, calendars,

browser history, albums.

And the oh-so-innocuous picture

they were anxious for me to text them

infected all their device with malware,

and now I have full autonomous
control of their cells.

[CHUCKLES] Oh, and, uh, a bonus.

Detective Wes Nolan.

New to me. Okay.

"Okay"? That's your response? "Okay"?

How about, um, "Dylan, what you've done

during your five months
in L.A. is truly amazing.

Setting up this house?

Renting the home behind Rios?
Putting yourself at risk?

Walking around in the very midst
of a billion detectives...

That's courage, Dylan. That's genius."

I'm happy you're pleased with yourself,

but I still can't see them.

You're about to.

Of course, I could turn
on their cellphone cameras,

but, uh, that would only give us a view

of the ceiling or their pockets.

But Mr. Buzz has a recognized
device paired to his cell,

and if it's what I think it is...

[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS]

Score!

[LAUGHS] They're practically
staring at us. Look.

PROVENZA: ...no longer
a practicing Boy Scout,

but always prepared.

Julio, let's collect all the
phone data from Emma's lines...

her home, her work,
anything that's... Ah, Chief.

I, uh, assume
that you're here for an update.

That, and when you get a moment,

some... some housekeeping
issues to discuss.

What? Is this about her office?

Are you moving someone in there already?

Lieutenant, it hasn't even been a...

Kid looks miserable about
what happened to his mother.

Did you have anything
to do with k*lling her?

No.

Doesn't mean I can't enjoy
her death a little.

PROVENZA: One second. Listen.

No one is coming in here

to take Sharon's place, all right?

Go ahead.

Pack her stuff. Buzz will help you.

- Buzz.
- Trouble in police paradise.

♪

RUSTY: [SIGHS]

♪

- Can you get me into that office?
- DYLAN: Sorry.

Mr. Buzz left his cellphone on his desk.

Oh, don't complain.

I'm giving you more than your
money's worth here.

Really? If the Cyprus police had kept you

until you were tried for
what you did to that girl...

- [FIST POUNDS]
- She wasn't a girl.

She was , fully functional.

She came on to me,
not the other way 'round.

I pass for , too.

I get carded everywhere I go.

Sounds exhausting.

I know how much it hurts to lose
a parent when you're young.

Yeah, I just wish that, um...

You know, I spent all morning
listening to her old voicemails.

I-I wish...

You could talk to her one last time.

I know.

Before she d*ed,

your mother made
two video messages in case...

Well, I copied the one
for your whole family

onto these yellow flash drives.

The blue one is just for you.

In her note, she said
if anything went wrong,

to hand these out
a week after the funeral,

but she didn't know
what was about to happen.

And her message to you...

I think you need to watch right away.

MASON: I hear what you're saying.

This other drowning

looks similar to what happened to Rios,

but for me to put
the department on alert,

I need to see proof that Stroh is back.

Well, would another dead body
help you with that?

Because they're coming.

[SIGHS] Here's a compromise.

I'll allow you to investigate
Emma's death as a homicide

for two more days,

but if this turns out to be Stroh,

whatever we do, make sure
when we get to trial,

he can never say
that we violated his rights.

Oh, I promise you,

Stroh will never speak
in a courtroom again.

STROH: Finally, Lieutenant...

something upon which we can fully agree.

♪

Andy, maybe we won't make our honeymoon,

but having our marriage
recognized by the Church

means we may be together

in an even more beautiful place
than Ireland.

Ricky, my firstborn and
the big [CHUCKLING] experiment

on which I learned sticking to the values

that I tried to convey to you

helped me to hold on to them, too.

Oh, Emily, you lived out
my childhood dream.

Seeing you dance

reminded me of the best moments
of my childhood,

when I was free,

watching myself spin around in the mirror

without a care in the world.

Thank you.

Oh, Rusty, I hope
you never have to see this

and we have many more years together.

But in case I'm not there,

beyond how much I love you,

I want you to consider

how to protect yourself
from Phillip Stroh.

Your w*apon may be important
as your last line of defense,

but your true security
will come from two things

that I know are difficult to accept.

First, Rusty, try not to think
of Stroh as a monster.

That is how I have always worked...

not by distancing myself from criminals,

but trying to relate to them.

Imagining Stroh as alien
will make him harder to see.

Next, you cannot solve
this problem alone.

No matter how much you have learned,

you are not a detective.

Share your ideas with... with Andy

and with the lieutenant.

Let the people who love you
and care about you help you.

Trusting people we love
makes us vulnerable, I know.

But your ability to allow
yourself to be vulnerable here

will be your greatest advantage
over Stroh.

♪

RICKY: You look
a little better this morning.

[BREATHES DEEPLY]

You sleep okay?

Yeah.

Um, not really. Me neither.

Of course, I don't have
a protection detail.

So, Mom never said.

How much danger are you in, really?

I-I don't know.

Depends on my connection
to these other victims.

And I've talked to everyone
who I thought could help,

and I-I've looked all over the Internet

for any mention of these people,

but I still just can't see
what we have in common.

Uh-huh.

And when you looked all over
the Internet for these people,

- you used a search engine?
- Yeah.

Well, then the one thing
that connects those names

is the fact that you looked them up.

You know who else
probably looked them up?

♪

- [KEYS CLACKING]
- DYLAN: Can't talk long.

I, um... I just wanted
to say good morning.

So, uh, good morning, Ella. [CHUCKLES]

ELLA: Uh-huh.

So sweet of you to call,
but I got to get going.

It's a busy day.

Do you, um... Do you think
I can stop by tonight?

I have an opening at : .

Want me to put you down?

I can't afford to save it
and you not show.

I'll... I'll... I'll pay for it
whether I get there or not.

Just... Just hold it for me, okay?

- Okay.
- [DOOR OPENS]

- Hey, um, I'm sorry, baby.
- [DOOR CLOSES]

I've... I've got to go, okay?

- [COMPUTER BEEPS]
- Hey.

Uh, they're talking
to somebody I don't know.

STROH: That's Sharon Raydor's real son.

Probably just more of the same whining,

but turn it up.

In my job at Capra, we're sometimes asked

to locate computers making
specific Internet searches.

- Capra/Denny? sh*t.
- Who are they?

A major U.S. defense contractor.

Cyber experts. Yeah, I can do that.

They won't find me. Don't worry.

But with Capra involved,

lucky for us we're not
on the L.A.P.D. intranet.

I put through an initial request

to my boss' boss this morning,

asking for a list of I.P. addresses

containing everyone
who's searched the Web

for those five people
up there on your board,

and we've already matched some users.

I see devices
for Sharon Raydor, D.D.A. Hobbs,

D.D.A. Rios, Buzz Watson, me.

Patrice Provenza?

She has a computer. I don't.

SANCHEZ: Fritz Howard,
Brenda Leigh Johnson,

Rusty's home computer.

Finally, one that is identified

only by an I.P. address
based out of Nepal.

Nepal?

Someone probably using a proxy server.

Routed it out of Nepal
to hide his actual location.

Unprotected proxy server.

My God, you do need my help.

- No.
- SYKES: When were these searches from?

This may accelerate things in a good way.

Can you prove that it's Stroh?

Probably not, but if we have
his I.P. address...

Is it possible to see everything
else he searched for, too?

Maybe, but Capra/Denny
will not respond to a warrant

under circumstances like this,

so I don't know how you're
gonna explain it in court.

Well, we won't ever be in court.

We're bringing Stroh down by any means.

I'm serious.

They're always so certain
of themselves, aren't they?

But if they can access
my Internet searches...

- It may take a day or two.
- ...that's great.

This is a good thing, Dylan.

They're finally doing what we want.

Speaking of computers,
Cyber says they cracked open

that folder on Emma's laptop.

It's some sort of document
written in Czech.

Go get it translated, please.

Well, I guess my encrypted
folder is about to do its job.

[FRENCH ACCENT] You may say "merci"

to Interpol officer, M. Saisset.

He's perfect.

Right. Okay.

Keep an eye on them.

If I'm not back by midnight,

remember to input the combination

to your little blackmail clock.

[NORMAL VOICE]
You mean enter the password

to reset my dead-man switch.

It's irritating, that switch,

considering how much I spent saving you

from the police in Larnaca.

I completely appreciate that.

And... And I love the fee we agreed on,

but, uh, don't pretend
you wanted me as a friend,

'cause we both know
you're incapable of that.

And the dead-man switch has
nothing to do with blackmail.

It's just to make sure that,
should anything happen to me,

the FBI will receive a complete dossier

on everything you've done
and intend to do.

Releasing access to all that
information destroys my life,

as well as yours,
so this isn't blackmail.

This is insurance to make
sure that when all this ends,

we're both living happily ever after...

and as far away from
each other as possible.

But we're not finished yet,

so I'll type the code in early.

You see?

I'm safe today.

Dead-man switch.

Well, the name seems fitting.

Listen, this is very important.

Until I get back, no multitasking.

You need to leave your girlfriend alone,

listen to these people very carefully.

If you hear the name Bechtel...

Jim Bechtel, in particular...
call me immediately.

You got it?

Jim Bechtel. Got it.

♪

Jim Bechtel. Who the hell is that?

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Sorry to bother you, sir.

- Is this your house?
- Yes.

Detective Wes Nolan, L.A.P.D.

Jim Bechtel.

L.A.P.D.?

What's going on?

Safety check.

There's been a report
of a dangerous man in the area.

Is there anyone else in your house

we should be concerned about...
children, staff?

- You alone, sir?
- Yes, yes.

No... No one's here
on Saturdays or Sundays...

including me, usually.

What... What dangerous man?

Step back inside the house, please.

Oh, my God.

[BREATHING SHAKILY]

Phillip? Phillip!

- What do you want?
- What I've always wanted.

You'll be happy to know
my search is almost over.

You're... You're a serial k*ller.

- The police are looking for you.
- They are?

Well, I better make this quick, then.

[GASPS]

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

I told you over and over again...

I have no idea where Gwendolyn is.

I believe you,
but I still need your help.

And so do the police.

You're not working with the police.

I am a little, believe it or not.

I'm glad I found you here

instead of your place at the shore.

A little cold out there
this time of year.

Please. This isn't necessary.

I can't help you.

Look, look, look, just leave, Phillip.

I'll never tell anyone you were here.

And I swear... There's
nothing I can do to help.

[BREATHING RAPIDLY]

Don't underestimate yourself, Jim.

Is that your computer?

Yes.

You logged in?

Yes.

Use it if you want.

I will.

And don't move.

Seriously? You keep all your passwords

on a Post-it note taped to your computer?

That's incredibly dangerous, Jim.

Take the computer. Take it.

That's very generous.

So unlike the way you
treated me when I was a kid.

I'll leave the computer here...

with you.

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

Aah!

Aah! Aah!

I pray that this family

that we brought to life

brings each one of you joy and comfort.

I think I've already gone on
longer than I intended,

so let me just say that
the... the most important thing

that I want you to remember
always is that...

♪

[VOICE BREAKING] I loved you
with my whole heart.

♪

And you filled my life...

filled my life with joy...

- ...and grace.
- [REMOTE CLICKS]

Watching it again, huh?

Yeah.

Well, I miss her.

And Emily and Ricky
went out with their dad.

Well, pretty soon
it's gonna be just you and me,

I guess.

No.

No, not just you and me.

Look, as long as we hold on
to each other,

which is what she wanted,
we hold on to her, too.

What's this?

[CHUCKLES]

The wedding photos came today.

[CHUCKLING] Oh, my God.

Well, at first, I was thinking,

"She didn't even get a chance
to see our wedding pictures,"

but then I thought, "At least
she had the ceremony,

and she had it where she wanted it."

That... That is a perfect day.

Yeah.

Look at your mother.

Isn't she beautiful?

Ah, look.

Here's one of just the two of you there.

Hey, do me a favor, kid.

Turn the light on so I can
see it a little better.

♪

[SWITCH CLICKS]

♪

BUZZ: Looks like we're
making progress of a sort,

but I still don't know
how we're gonna introduce

all these searches Ricky got...

Buzz, just hang on for a second.

Um, everyone, there will be no trial.

But, sir, if Stroh has an accomplice,

how we describe this evidence
could jeopardize...

Well, considering
how Stroh's accomplices end up,

I seriously doubt that it will matter.

So, these blue dots we're looking at...

They represent the people
that Stroh was searching for.

TAO: Brenda Leigh Johnson, Fritz Howard,

Rusty Beck, and Louie Provenza.

Ah. Well, I was feeling ignored.

And then there are names
that are totally new to us,

like Albert Fularz,
retired lawyer in Nevada.

BUZZ: And others we've identified

are Catherine Davidson in Atlanta,

William Putnam in Austin... both living.

Now, here in L.A.,
we have a Jim J. Bechtel

and a Ms. Bechtel.

Now, I have a good address
on Jim Bechtel.

He's a retired real-estate
developer on the Westside,

unmarried.

Ms. Bechtel doesn't show.

- Maybe an ex?
- Hmm.

And several different searches
for a Gwendolyn.

Gwendolyn Bechtel m-may be Ms. Bechtel.

He could be trying
to find out where she lives

'cause there's also
a "Gwendolyn Bakersfield"

and a "Gwendolyn Fresno."

Fresno? [CHUCKLES]

Stroh must be more desperate
than we thought.

Of all the new people,
the only match we get

in the city of L.A. is Jim Bechtel.

All right, let's do a safety check

on Mr. Bechtel's residence.

Amy, why don't you take Cami

and pay a call to Mr. Bechtel's house?

Nolan, Nolan, could I...
Could I see you a second?

Sir.

I've got a special assignment for you.

It could be a little risky.

Do you understand what I mean when I say

we're going to take Stroh down
by any means?

- [KNOCKING]
- Jim Bechtel. L.A.P.D.

Mr. Bechtel?

[DOGS BARKING IN DISTANCE]

Car's in the driveway.

Yeah. Let's...
Let's look in the backyard.

I'm concerned for his safety.

[EXHALES SHARPLY]

[LOCK DISENGAGES]

[SIGHS] Okay.

At Missing Persons,
we'd have to call this in,

ask for permission.

Well, if we're on a wild-goose chase

and Stroh isn't at the end of it,

you may be back in Missing Persons.

And if your good friend Mason

puts someone else
in charge of Major Crimes,

the lieutenant will retire,

and who knows what a new commander

would want to do?

I mean, it's...

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. Call it in!

Damn it!

PAIGE: Four King requesting a backup

and paramedics to my location.

Also, notify Major Crimes to respond.

I count five s*ab wounds,
mostly in the abdomen,

tightly grouped and angled upward.

Like he was facing the k*ller.

How long ago?

Partial lividity, so dead , hours.

Lots of blood around the body.

And a trail of drops
heading for the front door.

Victim was probably stabbed here, fell.

I'm not seeing defensive wounds.

SYKES: And no signs of forced entry,

though the patio doors were
wide open when we got here.

Nothing appears to be stolen.

Phone, wallet, watch... all here.

Computer's open with Post-it
that says "password."

- If this is Stroh...
- It's definitely Stroh.

[SCOFFS] Then why change his M.O.?

I mean, this isn't an accident.
It's a m*rder.

We wouldn't be here if it wasn't for

the searches we got from Capra.

But who is Jim Bechtel to Phillip Stroh?

Buzz, grab his laptop.

We're gonna have to give it
a thorough search.

SANCHEZ: What are you thinking, Tao?

That we are going to be
finding a lot more bodies

before this is all said and done.

- That your work?
- They needed a kick in the ass.

This should take us to the next step.

Oh. Be sure to add that
to your little dossier.

Lieutenant, you're gonna want

to have a powwow with Chief Mason.

The danger level has gone way up.

Hurry, Lieutenant.

I need this to be over with.

Sorry. They haven't been able
to get around to me yet,

so I won't be able to go
with you guys to the airport.

It's all right.

And that you wanted to go
to the airport with us

means you really are family.

I'll tell Andy to come back and get you.

God, I wish you didn't have to leave.

[VOICE BREAKING] Me too.

God.

♪

Mom really loved this place, didn't she?

I can feel it by how much I want to stay.

Well, you can always visit.

Or... Or maybe, uh,
you'll tour through L.A...

Tour?

Rusty, I'm your sister.

And I've come up here
specifically to tell you,

"Please, please, please
take care of yourself."

Losing Mom is...

[VOICE BREAKING] It's gonna take me

maybe the rest of my life
to deal with that.

I just...

I can't lose you, too.

♪

PROVENZA: You were looking for
something to make you believe

that Phillip Stroh m*rder*d Emma Rios.

Well, our investigation of Emma's death

led us directly
to the m*rder of Jim Bechtel.

But what's the connection

between a retired real-estate
developer in his s

and the drowning of a prosecutor?

Am I missing something?

Yes. You're missing Gwendolyn.

- I did it! Ah!
- MASON: Gwendolyn?

- I told you sending e-mails...
- STROH: Dylan.

I'm trying to listen.

On Bechtel's computer,

he recently e-mailed with an old neighbor

from Chagrin Falls, Ohio,

who asked for the whereabouts

of his ex-wife... Gwendolyn.

We found a divorce filing from the s

between a Jim Bechtel
and a one Gwendolyn Bechtel,

who claimed as her dependent, sir,

a -year-old son... Phillip Stroh.

That means Jim Bechtel
was Stroh's stepfather.

But help me with this
because I don't understand.

Stroh made a good escape.
Why would he come back?

SYKES: Because he's running out of time.

That encrypted file
from Emma's computer...

We finally got it translated from Czech.

They're medical records
from a hospital in Prague,

dated months ago.

And you'll notice, Chief,

that the patient's name
has been redacted,

but we know he's male, ' ", pounds.

And, according to his doctor,
dying of cancer.

Cancer?

Stage , terminal, in the lungs.

Slow-moving, but eventually, sir...

TAO: Explains why he's back.

And going through
his bucket list of revenge.

They're buying everything.

It's like you're
the Count of Monte Cristo

getting back at all the people
who've mistreated you.

Oh, come on. I've done a great job.

- Admit it.
- STROH: I know this is Hollywood,

but if you could stop
congratulating yourself

for just a moment.

I'm trying to listen.

And the Gwendolyn he was searching for

all over the Internet was
his mother... Gwendolyn Stroh.

- MASON: Where is she now?
- PAIGE: Hard to tell.

There's no one
by the name of Gwendolyn Stroh

or Gwendolyn Bechtel in Los Angeles.

Maybe she changed her last name.

Yes, but if we're going to find her,

we have to continue to
investigate her son... Phillip.

All they need now is a hint
of where Gwendolyn is,

and we're nearly done.

But if he's really here

and we're ordering extra protection...

hours. That's all I ask, is hours.

I need to take off for a few days myself.

Get ready for a quick exit.

- Don't worry. I have this.
- I hope so.

Half the fee depends
on your finding my mother

before they do, and so far...

Don't worry.

I have one of the best police
departments on Earth helping me.

♪

All right.

You guys are the experts here. Not me.

And for now, Lieutenant, you're right.

We'll figure out what to do
after Stroh's in custody.

[ROUND CHAMBERS]

Or dead at my feet.

Yeah.

Dead at your feet would be kind of perfect.