07x21 - The Last Word

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[ Siren wailing ]

[ Police radio chatter ]

[ Dog barking ]

[ Siren chirps ]

This way, Chief.
[ Clears throat ]

Including the young woman
from last night,

Hollywood has dug up
three females,

and the cadaver dogs think
that there's at least two more.

Here, watch your step.
Watch your step, there.




I understand the 911 call
came in at 10:26 last night.

Why the lag time
in our response?

The boy was asked where he'd
seen the woman being buried.

He only said it was above
the Greek Theatre --

a large area
to cover in the dark.

And he refused to I.D.
himself,

so some people
thought it was a prank.

Tao: This is the cellphone
used to dial 911.

The kid dumped it
in a trash bin on Vermont.

Whose number is it?

Goes back
to a Douglas Grand.

He's a real-estate agent.
Reported it stolen last night.

Here it is.
What an amazing coincidence.

Flynn: Yeah, patrol's
picking Mr. Grand up




so we can discuss
just how lucky he is.

Ugh. Strangled, r*ped,
buried naked.

Her clothes ripped up
and dumped on top of her

like the other victims.

[ Dog whimpers ]

Unlike them,
she hasn't decomposed yet.

And she was buried
with a purse.

Provenza:
k*ller was interrupted.

Didn't have time to dispose
of the victim's things

in the usual way.

Gabriel: Says here
her name is Karen Oncidi.

She's a senior at UCLA,
22 years old.

She's got an Iowa
driver's license.

[ Dog barking ]
Time of death?

Between 8:30 and 10:30,
in that area.

Ugh. Put the duct tape
on her mouth.

Abrasions on both wrists
from restraints.

Knees are all scratched up.

Looks like
she was held facedown

and choked to death
with some kind of a...

chain.

Uh, sorry, Buzz,
could you please, uh...

Yeah, okay.
Thank you.

Lieutenant Flynn,
Detective Gabriel.

Let's trace Karen's whereabouts
over the last 48 hours.

Thank you.

Lieutenant Provenza,
would you please

get the clothes
of our other victims

and run through MUPS,
catch us up with ViCAP?

Excuse me, Chief.
Uh, two things.

The k*ller might have m*rder*d
this girl last night,

but he dug the grave
at least two days ago,

'cause there's still water
on the bottom

from Saturday's storm.

So he prepped in advance,
is highly organized.

What's the other thing?

We got tracks, Chief,
starting right here.

It seems that our psycho heard
or saw something over that way

and ran towards it.

Shirt, too.

You remember
from last time,

that's another $20,
right?

Fine.
Just take it off.

[ Rustling ]

Wait, wait, hold up.

What?
What's that sound?

Holy crap.
Is he burying somebody?

Wait -- oh!

[ Gasps ]
Damn it.

[ Shovel scraping ]

[ Cellphone ringing ]

No, no, no.
No!

The k*ller wasn't the only one
looking for privacy last night.

Okay, Chief, one guy, wearing
dress shoes goes that way,

back towards the road.

And the other guy,
wearing sneakers,

gets chased
by our k*ller --

watch your step --
off this way.

[ Grunts ]

Oh, damn it!

Son of a bitch!

[ Both grunting ]

Ugh!

Tao: Looks like
there was a struggle,

and the guy in the sneakers
went over the side here.

He got really close to our
k*ller, Chief -- really close.

Okay, I want every square inch
of this canyon searched,

and let's make sure
the guy in sneakers called 911

after he fell, not before.

[ Horn honks ]

[ Dialing ]

[ Ringing ]

Woman: 911.
What's your emergency?

Uh, uh, someone
just tried to k*ll me.

That's the emergency.

I got away,
but he hit me with a shovel

and he threw me
over a cliff.

Sir, do you need
medical attention?

No, but, like, the guy --
he's still up there right now,

and, uh...
He was burying --

he was burying a body --
a woman.

I-I think she was dead.

Hey! Hey,
what are you looking at, huh?

What are you
looking at?!

Sir, are you
under the influence?

No, I'm not under the influence!
Are you?

Or do you just not care

that you have some k*ller
on the loose right now?!

All right, sir,
the GPS on your phone says

you're actually
right across the street

from the Greek Theatre
right now.

If you'll just
go stand by the box office,

we'll send some
police officers to you.

[ Thud ]

Could you give me
your name and age, sir?

Sir? Sir?

[ Siren chirps ]
Sir? Anybody there? Hello?

Hello, sir,
are you there?

Sir, could you give me
your name and age?

Thank you, Buzz.
That's enough.

That young man's voice
sound at all familiar to you?

No. Uh, I can't place it.
Sorry.

We think he might be the boy
who stole your phone last night.

Boy? Uh...

Well, uh, sounds like
he got in a lot of trouble.

I hope he's okay.

So, you say
someone took your phone

while you were at a restaurant
on Sunset?

That's the last time
I remember having it, yes.

And did anything else go missing
at the same time?

Oh, um...no.
Not that I'm aware of.

Hmm,
what about this coat...

or these glasses...
or the pen?

Uh, those aren't mine.

Provenza: So we won't find
your fingerprints

on any of this stuff?

Maybe I should ask your wife
if she recognizes this coat,

or one of your kids.

How would you
like to explain to them

why you were
in Griffith Park at night

with a --
a shirtless minor?

No, no.
No, no, he's not a minor.

Don't say he's a minor.
He's 18.

Oh, my God.

What's his name?

I don't know.
I don't know.

Okay, so,
you're certain of his age,

but you don't know
his name?

[ Crying ] My God.
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Okay, okay, okay,
Mr. Grand, you can either

begin the rest of your life
as a sex offender

or you can start cooperating
with me right now.

Uh, I'll cooperate.
Let me cooperate, please.

What scared you so much
last night

that you ran off without
your coat and your phone?

A guy...in black,
with a mask.

Um, he was
pretty far off.

I -- I didn't have my glasses
on, and -- and he was...

It looked like he was burying
someone, and I ran.

I -- that's all. I ran.

And left
a teenager behind?

Well, I thought
he was following me.

I -- I panicked.

Uh, is he okay?

What's the boy's name?
He says "Rusty."

Says Rusty? So,
you've seen him multiple times?

Oh, my God.
What is Rusty's last name?

I don't know.
How do you get in touch with him?

I don't get in touch.

He hangs out
on Sunset Boulevard.

Okay, uh,
Lieutenant, Detective,

would you please take Mr. Grand
here in his own car,

see if you can find Rusty
in his usual place?

Now, look, I'm -- I'm not
the only person Rusty sees.

Please, I'm depressed enough.
Get up. Let's go.

Let's go!

So, Chief, Saturday,
our victim, Karen,

bought some perfume at a
department store at the Grove.

So, when I asked the store
for their security footage

based around the time
of her credit-card receipt,

this is what they sent.

Okay, Buzz. Hit it.

All right,
there's our victim and some guy

walking up
to a fragrance counter.

You notice how he keeps his back
to the camera?

Now, he hands Karen
a business card

while she's
making the purchase.

It's as if they just met
or something.

Clerk gives her the bag, she
says goodbye, and then leaves.

Now, the guy -- he leaves
in a different direction,

never showing his face
to the camera even once.

Buzz, could you isolate
and enlarge that footage

of the guy leaving the store
and play it again?

Let me see here.

Hold on.
[ Keys clacking ]

Zooming.

Lieutenant, I want all the
security footage from the grove

three hours on either side of the
time stamp on that receipt --

valet stands, other stores,
everything.

Already in process,
Chief.

What are you seeing there,
Chief?

Not what, Commander.
Who.

The man leaving that store
is Phillip Stroh.

Pope: This look like
Stroh to you?

Pope: Because to me, like
it could be a lot of people.

How are you so certain?

I recognized his walk.

His walk? Really?
From behind?

Especially from behind.
I've followed him several times.

That might not be
the best way

to get a search warrant
from a judge.

Is there anything
more substantial

connecting Karen Oncidi
to Stroh?

Other than him meeting her
at the department store

two days ago, not yet,
but we're working on it.

The amount of decomp
in our other victims

suggests the burials started
over two years ago.

Taylor:
Oh, right -- Chief Johnson,

didn't you have a GPS tracker
on Stroh's vehicle?

I've already checked.

He never went anywhere
near the crime scene

in his own vehicle,
but he could have rented one.

Or maybe he had an automobile
in a rented garage somewhere.

That is why
I am asking permission

to search his finances,
dump his phones.

Please, I have stayed away
from him as ordered.

Yeah, for what?
A whole seven weeks?

That's why
this order was given.

You keep seeing Stroh
everywhere.

This man is Stroh.
It is.

Then connect him
to these murders

with the kind of evidence
that Hobbs says

can get us
a search warrant.

Oh, no, no, no, no.
I'm just here to observe.

I'm not getting in the way of
Chief Johnson's investigation.

[ Sighs ]

Until you are sworn in
as Chief of Police,

I should stick to dealing with
the morale issues we discussed.

You know what would
really help morale?

Being able to aggressively
pursue the k*ller.

Raydor:
How about this?

While Stroh
is a person of interest,

I will sign off
on Chief Johnson's investigation

to cover the L.A.P.D.'s
liability issues.

I can live with that.
Chief Johnson?

I came here
to arrange surveillance

of the suspect, not me.

This is what comes
of settling lawsuits --

putting my name
on a special order.

We have to worry more about
what the suspect will do to us

than what we're gonna do
to the suspect.

Didn't think of that,
did you?

[ Sighs ]

Thank you.

Captain, thank you.

Rusty: You don't seem to understand
who the victim is here.

Someone tried to k*ll me last
night, and I'm just a teenager.

Well, don't worry. We'll
childproof the building for you.

Uh, he's not a child.
He's 18.

Can I go home now?
[ Scoffs ]

Look, I helped you find him,
like you asked.

Hey, that's entrapment.

And he owes me money.
Oh, really?

Now, why does Mr. Grand
owe you money?

My time.
Hmm.

You're way too young
to know all the right answers.

Officers, hold Mr. Grand
in the break room, please.

[ Sighs ]

Thank you.

Gabriel,
if you don't mind,

why don't you hang here
with the kid.

I'll run his prints.
And...

get him something to eat.

I'll be right back.

I'd like a hamburger.

[ Sighs ]

Fritz: And from the clothes
you dug up with her,

your serial k*ller's
fourth victim

seems to be
Anna Sills from Santa Monica.

Like all the other young women,
Anna wanted to be an actor.

And her roommate
told the Santa Monica police

that the day
before Anna vanished,

she was approached
while shopping

by a professional photographer
who offered her free headshots

if she posed
for his portfolio.

No phone records
connecting Anna to Stroh,

nothing on her laptop,

and nothing from any of Stroh's
known e-mail addresses.

We're 0 for 4.

I've found the witness.

What about
victim number 5?

Fritz: Can't I.D. her
from what was in the grave,

but I'm willing to bet
she was blonde

and wanted to be an actor.

Chief, Morales says
the r*pe kit's a wash.

No DNA
from last night's victim.

Okay, blonde, under 30, no DNA.
That's all Stroh.

I mean, how much more of this
has to fit his profile

before we can check
into his finances?

He is not a registered
sex offender, Lieutenant,

so legally
he doesn't have a profile.

And I see that Mr. Stroh
worked with a partner,

but there's no sign
of that here.

So his M.O.
is not exactly the same.

But I am not preventing anyone
from asking for a warrant.

Let a judge decide.

All right, look, why can't we
do a credit report on Stroh?

I mean, maybe the guy
did some shopping

at the Grove
this past Saturday.

I know that he sued us, but
nobody here is gonna tell him.

I mean,
Gabriel's not in the room

Andy! That's enough.
I'm serious.

Well, I'm serious, too, 'cause if
I had done what Gabriel had done,

I would at least
have the decency to leave.

Okay, hey, hey, hey! Hey, hey!
What? I would!

You and Sanchez, knock it off.
Hey, I didn't even say anything, sir.

Well, you just keep your mouth shut.
The Chief said that's enough.

[ Door opens, closes ]

Flynn, you want to look into
Stroh's finances --

the Captain just said it --
get a warrant.

Gabriel isn't
the suspect today.

What's next, Chief?

Lieutenant Provenza
found our potential witness.

The boy called 911,
so I'll talk to him

while we continue
to look for connections

between these women and...

Stroh.

And let's help the FBI identify
our last victim.

Uh, Captain, you might
want to watch this interview.

Excuse me.

Rusty:
It's completely unfair.

I mean, I call you guys

about a k*ller
attacking me with a shovel.

And instead of going after him,
you go after me.

Hello, there, Rusty.
I'm Deputy Chief Johnson.

The L.A.P.D. just wants to
protect you from a very bad man.

Bad men
are how I make a living.

I hang out
where all the bad men go.

Bad men
like to talk to me.

And it doesn't hurt anybody
to listen.

Not so sure about that.

Well, I'm not afraid of them.
I know how to protect myself.

I see you've met
with the police before.

They sent you over to DCS,
put you in foster care.

Why'd you run away?

Hate getting hit
in the face.

It says "Department
of Children Services" here.

I thought you said
you were 18.

Well -- now.

Now I'm 18.
Back then, I was 17.

Says here that you're 16
and that your last name is Beck.

Is that right?
I don't need a last name.

And your parents
are where?

I'm 18, so where my parents
are doesn't matter.

You're not 18, so we need
to know where your mom and --

Okay, I don't have a father,
and my mother left, okay?!

She's gone!
Gone where?

God, all right.
You know what?

I'll just go over
the whole stupid story again.

So, she and her jerk boyfriend
dropped me off at the zoo

and said that they would
pick me up in a couple of hours,

and they never came back.

So I walked
all the way to the apartment

where we were staying at,
and they were gone.

And you guys aren't even
looking for her right now,

so my mother is gone,
okay?

She's gone.

It's just easier if we all
just pretend I'm 18, all right?

Please?

If I'm 18,
I'll help you guys out. Deal?

Okay.

Let's talk a little bit
about last night.

Why were you in that particular
part of Griffith Park?

I like the view
from up there.

There was no view
from where you were.

That's what I like
about it.

Hey, but it's a good thing
for you guys

that I was there,
though, huh?

I made the call
that helped you find bodies.

The guy you called about --
he att*cked you?

Mm-hmm.
Can you describe him a little?

He was wearing all black.
He had a mask on.

He was taller than me.
Let's see, what else?

Oh, yeah, he hit me in the head
with a shovel,

and I rolled off a cliff --
the end.

So then you fought with this guy?
Yeah, a little.

Look, my job --
I have to know

how to roll guys
who are bigger than me.

Like, sometimes I -- I let
my body go completely slack,

and then
they have to hold me harder,

and then you just
flip them.

It's real easy.

This guy
came back swinging hard.

And hit you in the head?

Where?

Oh, we should have a doctor
look at that.

No, no, no,
it's not as bad as it looks.

No warrant on Stroh
off what this kid has to say.

Look, you know [sighs]
I've told you guys everything I know,

so how about you just
give me my burger

and then I'll leave,
okay?

Well, I don't think

that's such a good idea,
Rusty,

because you may not have seen
the k*ller's face,

but I'm pretty sure
he saw yours.

And you saw how quickly
we found you.

Guy could do the same thing.
He att*cked you for a reason.

Because you did see him
without his mask, didn't you?

No.

You pulled this mask off his head...
I bought that.

...during the fight,
and you saw his face.

Okay, I didn't see anything,
all right?!

So stop saying that.

And you guys are not making some
kind of witness out of me.

No way.

Buzz, would you have
Lieutenant Tao

come in here, please,
with his camera?

Rusty, I want you
to take this phone,

get up,
stand over there, please.

Go on,
over there by the wall.

Go on.
Turn around.

Take off your shirt.
What? What are you doing?

You weren't wearing your shirt
last night,

so take it off, please.

Thank you.

Here you go.
Put this on.

Now put the phone
up to your ear.

All right, you -- you want
to know where I got the mask?

Then you find my mother.

That's a fair trade.

Chief...
What are we doing here?

The k*ller thought he had
a reason to att*ck Rusty before.

I want to prove him right.

Lieutenant Tao, can you please
take a picture of Rusty here,

and make it look like
it's nighttime

and he's on the street,
like it's a still

from the Greek Theatre
security cameras?

Yeah, I can do that.

Thank you.

Now, uh, if you don't mind.
Thank you.

[ Sighs ]
Look natural.

[ Camera shutter clicking ]

Yeah.

Yeah, I hate the cops, too.
[ Chuckles ]

Yeah, the service is terrible,
dude, and the food never comes.

What's going on here,
Chief?

I keep being told that the press
is all over this case,

so I'm gonna give them
a picture of Rusty Beck

and see if they can help us find
a very important witness.

And what's
the name of this witness?

Rusty Beck.

Man: Every sheriff's deputy
in the Southland... [ Door closes ]

...is currently looking
for this young man,

who authorities fear
could be in serious danger.

Hey.
Hey.

These stills were taken
from security cameras

across from the Greek Theatre
after a scary, face-to-face

nighttime encounter
with a serial k*ller.

You really think Stroh
might go looking for this kid?

I sure hope so...

Here's teenage runaway
Rusty Beck talking to 911.

...'cause I'll lose my job
if I go after him.

Woman: 911.
What's your emergency?

Rusty: Uh, uh, someone just tried to k*ll me.
That's the emergency.

Rusty links him to everything.
I got away, but he hit me in the...

Have you been able to I.D.
our fifth victim?

[ Sighs ] No.

Look, I'm gonna take a quick
trip to Washington tomorrow,

one night, see if I can't,
uh, expedite this.

But, uh,
the only thing is...

are you sure
the k*ller is Stroh?

I'm positive.

I just don't know if I'll
be allowed to arrest him.

And this boy...

there's something he said.

What?

You're gonna be surprised.

What?

Made me think
about my life.

I'm surprised.

Told you.
[ Chuckles ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Sighs ]
What did Rusty say?

Um...

he said that, uh...

[ Sniffles ]

...bad men
were how he made a living...

and that it doesn't hurt
to just listen to them...

and that, um, his mother was
gone and she wasn't coming back.

And, um, I started to think
about how sad that story was,

and then I realized...
that's me.

Hmm.

You make your living
listening to bad people...

...and your mother's gone.

[ Voice breaking ]
And she's never coming back.

[ Sighs ]

Stroh is.

That's what I have
to look forward to --

Stroh coming back.

Where?

Where the bad men go.

[ Skateboard approaching ]

Fellas.
[ Sighing ] Oh, man.

Thought if you boys
were gonna be out here

all night and day,

I might as well
get a look and see

how this license-recognition
system works.

[ Beeping ]

Up to 1,000 plates a minute.
It's gorgeous.

How's our so-called
missing witness holding up?

Not running off?
Gabriel: No, no.

Chief Johnson
promised him some new clothes

and that we'd try to find
his mother if he helped us out.

Plus, we got Sanchez, Flynn,
and Provenza on the street.

Yeah, I heard that.

Myself, I'd have kept
Provenza in here

and put you
out on the street.

You're younger, you run.

Makes it look like something
other than the job

is driving the assignments
in your division.

I sure hope it's not
a safety issue.

I hear you.

[ Beep ]

Oh, Lieutenant, that's
seven hits on the same car.

Recognition system
says it's a rental...

and it's parking.

All right, guys,
be ready, be ready.

[ Horns blare ]

Phillip Stroh.

Ooh.

[ Car alarm chirps ]

[ Horns blare ]

Hello, Rusty.

Hey. It's great
to see you again.

You know my name.
What's yours?

Provenza:
Phillip Stroh.

Lieutenant Provenza.

Nice hat.

Thanks.
You're under arrest.

How you like that,
assh*le?!

You have the right
to remain silent!

It's okay.
We'll do that.

Sanchez.
Want to waive, counselor?

That depends.
Why am I under arrest?

You may think that illegal
cruising on Sunset Boulevard

is a frivolous charge,

but it's who
you were looking for

that gives the game away.

He was the boy
you att*cked

the night you were burying
this woman.

I thought she wasn't gonna
pick up Stroh without evidence.

She didn't.
Give her some time.

Brenda:
Her name was Karen Oncidi,

and she was
brutally r*ped and m*rder*d

before she was buried
in Griffith Park,

as were four other girls
over the last two years.

And, uh, the man
giving Karen his card

at the perfume counter there
is you.

Yeah, that's not me.

You care to move on
to your next lie?

I have a witness who saw you
at the crime scene, burying Karen.

No, you don't...

...or you would have
arrested me for m*rder.

Next lie?
How can you say that?

He recognized you
when you tried to pick him up.

Because you told him
to act like he knew me.

Next lie?

I have DNA from the,
uh,

cap...

taken off the k*ller
at the crime scene.

If you had DNA, you would have
confirmed it as mine

before you brought me in, which
you would need a sample for.

And you don't have one.

Next lie?

You tried to find Rusty today
because you know --

you know --

he connects you
to these murders.

You released his picture to
the media, along with his name.

I saw the boy,
and I stopped.

I was gonna call the L.A.P.D.
once I confirmed who he was.

Anything else?

Brenda: I want you to look
at the amount of material

I've collected
in less than 48 hours

because you were careless
and rushed and --

and you left
Karen's purse behind,

and then I want you to imagine
how many more of your mistakes

I will discover with the entire
justice system at my back.

Really?

Would you happen to have
a search warrant on you...

...with the entire
justice system at your back?

Chief,
I'm getting irritated.

Worse,
I'm getting bored.

So let's review

this vast collection

of so-called evidence
you've assembled.

You have a blurry video

of a man walking away
from a perfume counter,

an eyewitness account
given by a runaway boy

turning tricks
on Sunset Boulevard,

and a woolen cap.

Once again,
you've given me

every piece of evidence
that you have,

and it amounts to this --
I'm leaving.

Wait. Wait.
Sorry. We're done.

Wait,
Mr. Stroh, please.

Okay, okay, maybe it's not you,
but this type of offender

is exactly the kind of person
that you represent in court.

What do you think
he's up to?

Obviously, he enjoys k*lling
women during sexual intercourse.

It's not sex. It's r*pe.
Po-tay-to, po-tah-to.

Let's not get all bogged down
in political correctness.

He prepares the graves
in advance,

charms these women to a remote
area in Griffith Park,

maybe by telling them that
he's gonna take their picture.

[ Elevator bell dings ]

Any idea why he would go
to so much trouble, sir?

Stroh: Well, what you call
"so much trouble,"

your k*ller
probably considers...

foreplay.

[ Elevator bell dings ]

Oh...

and since you've been so kind
as to keep close tabs on me,

I've returned the favor.

And I'd hate to leave
without saying

how sorry I was
to hear about your mother.

Chief!

Chief!

Chief!

[ Grunting ]

Brenda!

Come on!
Open the door!

Get her out!

Chief, come on!

[ Chuckles ]

Come on.

We'll get you to a doctor.
Captain, will you handle this?

[ Elevator bell dings ]

[ Breathing heavily ]

Chief.

I know. I know.

I'm suspended,
pending an investigation

of my professional
standards for...

unwarranted physical att*ck
on a m*rder suspect.

Lieutenant Provenza,
would you please see to it

that Rusty is picked up
by DDA Hobbs?

[ Elevator bell dings ]

Excuse me.
Thank y'all so much.

[ Knock on door ]

Come in.

Oh, Chief Johnson.
Still working on your victims.

Oh, my God,
what -- what happened?

Are you all right? You have blood on you.
Yes, I do.

And I need you to know
that I'm not here officially.

I've been suspended
and probably fired.

Oh, my God.
And I hate to involve you,

but I need you
to take the blood off me

a-and the hair follicles that
are underneath my fingernails

and put them in a woolen cap
to fake DNA samples.

So, you -- you want --
you want me to plant evidence?

B-because that's illegal.

No, no, no, no, no,
it's not.

Uh,
just open the door.

Hello, doctor.
Need some reassurance?

Uh, please.

We're putting the blood and
the hair follicles in this cap

so we can force Mr. Stroh
back into an interview.

[ Sighs ]

If he believes
we have DNA evidence

and we can tie the cap to the crime
scene, he might make a deal.

We can never prosecute Stroh
with this DNA or even arrest him,

but if it's only for use
in an interview, we're good.

But not in a courtroom?

No, no, no,
just to get a confession.

[ Sighs ]
We found Stroh's little cemetery.

We caught him red-handed,
trying to m*rder that boy,

and I just rattled his cage
pretty hard.

A-a-and if he sees that Hobbs
has that cap with his DNA in it,

that's gonna push him
right over the edge.

Please.

Get this stuff off of me,

and let's put it somewhere
where it can do some good.

[ Sighs ]

Okay.

Put your hands up,
where I can see them.

God, I sound like a cop.
[ Chuckles ]

Thank you, Doctor.

It's been a real pleasure
working with you.

Likewise.

Now, be quiet.

My patients talk to me, I run
screaming from the building.

Oh.

Rusty:
It's creepy in here.

I still don't know
why I had to come.

Aside from the fact that
someone's trying to k*ll you,

we need you to say
on the record, out loud,

where you got the cap.

Look, you bring my mom back,
and I will do what you want.

[ Door opens ]
[ Sighs ]

I'm not having much luck
out here.

[ Sighs ]
Leave him to me.

I'll be sure to get you
my notes on Stroh

so, when you sit down
with him, you can...

Look, the D.A.'s office
needs a new Chief

for our bureau
of investigation.

My boss would be thrilled
to offer you the position.

Of course, you'd mainly
be an administrator,

but you could
get into the trenches, too,

now and then,
if you wanted.

[ Sighs ]

Could I bring
someone from my team?

Does that mean
you'll consider the offer?

Well, I -- I guess
I'll need a new job.

I don't know. I...

Uh, I'll need to think
about it.

Okay, Rusty,
come with me.

I'd call Stroh,
let him know what's coming.

No, no, honey,
don't look at that.

[ Dialing ]

[ Ringing ]

[ Beep ]
Stroh: Hello?

Phillip? DDA Hobbs.
Oh. How are you today?

Very well.
Thank you for asking.

Listen, we've found DNA
from two distinct individuals

in an interesting woolen cap,

and I was wondering
if you could come by

and give us a cheek swab...
just for fun.

[ Crickets chirping ]

[ Chuckling ] You must have been
really hungry.

No one has ever asked
for a second helping

of my clam linguine.

Really?
Tastes great to me.

Now, how is it different
from spaghetti -- linguine?

It's, um...

It...

Uh...

You know, I don't know.
[ Chuckles ]

Something to do with
the noodles -- their shape.

Look...Rusty...

Brenda.

I need your help.

No. I need your help.

You were
in the m*rder room today.

You saw the pictures
of those women.

You know how they d*ed.

You even saw one of them
being buried.

Now, the guy who did all that --
he wants to k*ll you, too.

Yeah, is this
about the hat again?

I've told you,
you bring my mother back,

and I tell you
exactly how I got it.

I have people hunting
for your mother right now,

but it's gonna take more time
than you realize.

Look, look, okay,
you don't understand.

If I help you,
then I lose all of my leverage,

and I need --
I need my mother to come back.

I need to -- to tell her
that I can be better,

to -- to show her
that I can pay attention

and to prove to her that I can change,
because I can change.

Please.

Look, Rusty, what happened
with your mother --

it has nothing to do
with you.

She made a mistake.

But you don't know that.

Yes, I do.
I-I do know that.

You're a good person who's been
dealing with bad people.

Okay,
but that's the thing.

I'm not --
I'm not just dealing with them.

It is -- it is becoming
a part of who I am....

and I can't go on
like that.

I can't.

Can't you help me?
Please.

I can, and I will.

But w-we need to talk
about these women who are --

They're dead!
Don't you get it?!

They are dead!
You can't help them anymore!

Or is it just that you don't
want to bother with me?

Is that it? You just want to
use me like everybody else?

Don't say that. That's not true.
Isn't it?

I mean, you haven't even asked
one real question about my life --

not even a, you know,
"Gosh, Rusty,

"what a crappy situation
you've got,

having to spend your 16th birthday
working as a street treat."

Do you know, I won three
chess trophies in sixth grade...

and two in the seventh?
Or no?

Or, no, do you --
do you only know

how to care about people
after they die?

Is that it?
It's my job to care about dead people.

Not anymore! It's not your job!
You're fired!

[ Sighing ]
Oh, for heaven's sakes.

[ Sighs ]

[ Sobs ]

[ Sniffles ]

I'll not only
look for your mother myself,

I'll get the FBI involved.
Okay?

[ Sighs ]
We'll do a national search.

Let's not talk anymore
about the hat tonight.

[ Cat meows ]

We're both tired.

How about some dessert
if you're still hungry?

Huh?

How does that sound?

Does that sound good to you?

Huh? How about that?

Maybe Rusty's right.
Is he?

Would you care about him more
if he were dead?

'Cause we can find out
right now.

No, don't! Don't!
Or you can sit down at the table.

Don't. Phillip, please.

Nice.
Using my first name.

I bet you learned that
at Quantico. Huh, Brenda?

Which reminds me, I know your
husband's away, off in D.C.,

so sit down at the table

or I will slit this kid's throat
right now.

Okay, okay.
I'm sitting. I'm sitting.

On your hands.

Look, there's no real evidence
against you.

I -- I att*cked you today on --
on the elevator on purpose.

And the DNA that -- that Hobbs
told you that she had --

that's where it came from.

[ Sighs ]

You always lie.

Who can trust you? Hmm?
Right, Rusty?

Anyway,
the cap only matters

if the kid says
he pulled it off my head,

and if you're not around
and if he can't talk --

No, no, don't, don't!

Rusty, Rusty,
don't struggle.

Let your body go slack.

That's right.
She's right, Rusty.

I got nothing personal
against you.

Matter of fact,
I'm really sorry.

Ugh! Oh!

Aah!
Ugh!

[ g*nshots ]

[ Gasping ]

Call an ambulance.

[ Gasping ]

[ Chuckles ]

If you let me die
like this

[coughs] the kid's testimony
can put you in prison.

sh**t him!
sh**t him again!

I think
I could get away with it.

You broke into my house,

you threatened me,
you stabbed the kid.

It's self-defense.

Okay. Okay.

I'll -- I'll tell you
everything.

You know what?

I don't want to hear it.

[ Grunts ]

[ Dialing ]

This is Deputy Chief
Brenda Leigh Johnson, L.A.P.D.

Officer needs help.
I need, uh...

I need two ambulances,
a paramedic, and backup

at 3882 North Ridgecrest,
Los Angeles, 90036.

No, ma'am.
I sh*t somebody.

Pope: You explained,
that FID could clear her

for the sh**ting
at her home,

if for no other reason
than she saved the boy's life?

I did, but the city attorney
still demands

that we issue
a formal reprimand

for the att*ck on Phillip Stroh
in the elevator.

And Chief Johnson
refuses to cooperate.

Well, that's not
entirely true.

I've spoken to her at least
twice a day for the past week,

trying to arrange
a proper custodial environment

for your material witness,
Rusty Beck.

She's cooperating with me.

Chief Johnson objects
to the reprimand.

So may I ask, is there
no other alternative here?

Honestly, Captain,
this, uh...

this might be
for the best.

If we want Major Crimes
to operate

without huge liability issues
hanging over our heads,

we need to restructure it,

and I need you to be
a very big part of that.

Pope: Besides which,
this morning,

Chief Johnson
gave me this letter

in the event that her reprimand
could not be dismissed.

[ Clears throat ]

She has a great job offer from
the district attorney's office.

She'd like to have
Detective Gabriel transferred

to be her L.A.P.D.
liaison officer.

And, uh...

you can read it.

"I thank you all...

"for the honor
you bestowed on me,

allowing me to lead this
division as Deputy Chief..."

"...for the last seven years.

"Once I come back
from Atlanta,

"I look forward to working with
all of you again in my new job

as Chief of the D.A.'s
Bureau of Investigation."

"Sincerely yours,
Brenda Leigh Johnson."

That's the official story,
anyway.

Stroh wouldn't
be able to complain

about what happened
in the elevator

if you'd only k*lled him,
Chief.

Fritz:
Oh, no, better she leaves

while taking confessions
instead of giving one.

I'm gonna put this stuff
in the car.

If you guys need to get in touch
with her while she's in Atlanta,

go through the FBI.

[ Chuckles ]
Now, go on, guys.

Give her your gift.

Let her go.
Oh, no gifts.

Aww, I should be
giving y'all gifts.

I don't --
I don't need a gift.

I just...

Mike...

...Julio...

...David...

...Andy...

Buzz...

...Lieutenant...

Sorry.
[ Chuckles ]

I still have to call you
Lieutenant.

Oh,
so do my grandkids.

The only gift
I want from you...

...is your friendship.

That's because you haven't seen
what we got you, Chief.

In spite of the fact that your
leaving puts Provenza in charge.

Wait, wait,
we'll see about that.

I hear rumors, so...

we'll see.

Tao: Well, we didn't get you
a gold watch or anything,

'cause we didn't know
you were leaving.

I mean...
do you have to?

I mean...leave.

I mean, really?

[ Sighs ] Yes.

I need to spend
some more time...

thinking about the living.

Now, y'all find Rusty's mother,
like I promised him we would,

and when I come back
from Atlanta,

we'll -- I'll --

I'll only be working
down the street a ways.

We'll see each other
all the time.

I know it.

We will.

Yeah.

Tao, the present.

Oh, right. Sorry.
Buzz?

Um, we were just
trying to replace

something
you seem to like a lot.

I hope we found
the right one.

[ Chuckles ]

Gabriel: The real one's
still in evidence.

They weren't very good
about letting us look at it.

Tsk.

But...
If you open it up...

[ Both laugh ]

Oh, for heaven's sakes,
y'all.

I don't know what to say.

[ Voice breaking ]
Thank you.

Thank you so much.

Does it look okay?

Chief?

Looks exactly like the...
[ Chuckles ]

It looks like love.

♪ Mmm-mmm-mmm, yeah ♪

♪ mmm ♪

That's what it looks like.

♪ Yeah ♪

Looks like love.
[ Chuckles ]

♪ Mmm, mmm, mmm ♪

[ Chuckles ]

[ Sniffles ]

♪ Oh-oh-oh, ooh-ooh-ooh ♪

♪ oh, oh, oh ♪

[ Elevator bell dings ]

♪ Oh, oh, mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm ♪

[ Elevator bell dings ]

♪ Mmm, mmm ♪

♪ mmm-mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm ♪

♪ ooh-ooh-ooh ♪