01x07 - Repercussions

[bunniefuu]

[tense music playing]

Back up.

Listen, Wilder.

We can still both get out.

-You don't believe that, do you?
-You gonna sh**t me in a cop's house?

That ain't gonna end up well for you.
Have you thought this sh*t out, son?

Been thinking about it since your baby boy
k*lled my friend and ruined my life.

This is exactly
where I want them to find you.

[Amos] I don't know nothing about that.

What I do know is
your a*s could be in Mexico by now!

You wasted time worrying about me
when coming back here

is just gonna land
your Black a*s back in jail.

I'm never going back to jail, Amos.

-You're the way I get out for good.
-Hey.

[music intensifies]

Fine, Coltrane.

You can… Listen.

You can have my cut.

Okay? It's yours.

Just let me go.

It was never yours.
You were just holding it for me.

Take solace in the fact that this
was never gonna go any other way.

[tense music continues]

[exhales sharply]

[g*nsh*t]

[music turns dramatic]

[labored breathing]

[Amos moaning]

Now we're even, Stiles.

Checkmate.

[g*nshots]

Amos! Hey!

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Hey, come on.

Come on. Come on, fight, man.

[music turns somber]

Dad, come on!

Wha…

Why?

[Noah] Dad.

Hey. Whoa.

It's okay. Hey, son. Son.

Look at me. Look at me. What happened?

-Dad.
-Are you okay? What happened?

-I'm sorry.
-I wanted to talk before--

What happened? Look at me.

Isaiah, what did you do?

-Noah, where'd you get a g*n?
-Captain! Stiles!

What the f*ck?

Everyone out.

-[Candace] Oh my God, Amos.
-This is a crime scene.

-[Stiles] Noah.
-[Cruz] Come.

Keep the Stiles family separated.

-I'll be out to take statements later.
-Yvette, that's my son.

Until I know what happened here,
he's a suspect.

-They're both suspects.
-Isaiah!

I didn't k*ll my father.

-Neither did Noah.
-Come on. Stop talking.

Just go.

You know who's responsible for this.

Don't f*cking say it, Isaiah.

[dramatic music playing]

[satellite phone chimes]

[phone beeps]

[indistinct police radio chatter]

-What are you doing to my son?
-I'm taking him downtown for questioning.

Noah, don't talk to anybody.

Don't you say a word, okay?
Do you hear me?

Are you out of your mind?
My son did not sh**t his grandfather.

Your son is at a crime scene
with a dead body and a g*n in his hands.

Now, maybe it was an accident,
maybe it was self-defense,

but I don't know what happened here,
and I need to do my job.

-Now, get out of my way.
-No. No!

-Let me ride with him. He is a minor!
-I can't let you do that.

-I can't let you conform your stories.
-Conform our stories?

Stay here until we're done
with the crime scene.

Yvette.

Harper!

-[tense sting plays]
-What?

[Cruz] Will you take Noah Stiles
downtown for me?

-No problem.
-[Candace] Noah!

I'm gonna call your grandparents.
As soon as they get here, I'll be there.

Do you hear me, baby?

[Candace breathes shakily]

-[keyboard tapping]
-[notification chimes]

[indistinct chatter]

Ma'am, I need you inside.

I can't believe you're taking me downtown.
You're my partner. You know me.

I was your partner, Isaiah.
But I don't know who you are anymore.

You've been chasing your father
all day trying to get to him before us.

To save his life, not to take it, Cruz.

Coltrane Wilder did this.
He's setting me up so he can get away.

Get in the car, Isaiah.

[Sealey] Hold on.

Officer, you drive my car
back down to RHD.

I'm taking your squad car.
Isaiah, get in the back.

Go.

-You're not taking him.
-You really think he did this?

-I've known this man his whole life.
-That's why you can't be objective.

Your judgment is compromised.

I should be in charge
of this investigation.

[tense music playing]

[scoffs softly]

All right, Cruz.

I'll let you take the lead.

But think about this.

Isaiah could have k*lled his father
anytime, anywhere.

But at his house in front of his child,
you think that tracks?

And if Isaiah is right,

and you let Wilder escape
while you're in charge,

your career is over.

And just so we're clear,

while I'm still captain,

I say who the f*ck I take downtown.

Hey.

Put an APB out on Coltrane Wilder.

-You think Wilder did this?
-Just do it.

[tense music continues]

[exhales]

[music fades]

[Charlie] Get on the plane, Ebony.

You told the man to be here on time,
and he failed.

Do you want to cry over him in the back
of a cop car or on a private jet?

[scoffs]

Look, Coltrane is a big boy.

He can find his own way out.

Some of us care about other people.

I care about you.

Now you say you care about that baby.
You want to give birth in jail?

Oh, so now it matters what I want
for my baby. I thought you'd just decide.

Is that what this is about?
Girl, that was months ago.

That's all you have to say?

It was you or the baby.
What would you have wanted me to do?

The same thing I want you to do now.
Wait for my husband!

You were alone and unconscious
in a hospital bed

while your husband was off stealing sh*t.

And who was there to save you? Me.

Who is always there to save you.
So yes, I did it, and I would do it again.

Because you are here, alive.

You're welcome.

You're a f*cking monster.

[tense music playing]

You want to be
the only person that I have left.

So I don't have a choice.

And you don't have to be alone.

You wanna think of me as the villain

because I made the call
that saved your life?

That's fine.

I'll be the villain.

In a non-extraditable country.

[satellite phone chimes]

[scoffs]

There's an APB out for your man.

-How?
-He didn't follow the plan.

Because if he had, he'd have been here.

I can't leave Coltrane.
He'd never leave me alone.

You're alone without him right now.

Leave with me.

Wheels up in five.

[tense music continues]

[music fades]

Get out.

I need to know what happened
before we get to RHD.

I-I got there, he was on the ground.
Noah--

I don't want you to talk.

Just listen. [inhales, exhales sharply]

There's a version of this
where you're a hero. Uh…

Uh, you came home
and found Amos holding Noah hostage.

-No, no, no, he was dead when I got there.
-I said shut the f*ck up, Isaiah!

Fine!

[exhales]

Amos pulled a g*n on you.

His own son.

Coltrane Wilder did this.

He set me up.

He's framing me. I told you, this is it.

He set me up so good
even you don't believe me.

Ain't nobody gonna believe you, Isaiah!

Unless Wilder left DNA on the body,

for most cops,
there's only two answers here.

And we both know you're not
gonna let Noah go down for this.

[sighs] Uh…

I'm an old man.

Seconds away from retirement.
You could overpower me.

No, no, no, and what? Go on the run
for a crime I didn't even commit?

I never wanted this for you, Isaiah.

[poignant music playing]

The back of a squad car.

I didn't k*ll Nightmare.

I'm gonna prove it
with or without your help.

I just tried to help you.

Get in the damn car.

[music fades]

-Jimmy wants me in cuffs?
-Not Jimmy, no. No, no, no.

Deputy Chief Holmes.

His special request.

You tried to convince me
Stiles could be captain after you.

But even with his arrest record,
he's always on the edge, ready to blow.

And despite you
consistently covering his a*s,

he finally blew the f*ck up.

[Sealey] Come on, Fred.

You've known Isaiah for years.

And you know he's a good cop.
You really think he's behind this?

I think he's behind it,
under it, and about to drown in it.

Once he does, we wrap this whole thing up
and dump it on his doorstep.

-[door opens]
-Captain, why is Stiles in cuffs?

-Deputy Chief Holmes.
-Cruz, I know Stiles was your partner.

-Is that gonna be a problem?
-No, sir.

I don't wanna see any emotion
cloud your process here.

Get a confession.

Yes, sir.

-I gotta update the mayor.
-[door opens]

She better be able to handle this.

[door closes]

[cell phone chimes]

[phone chimes]

[intriguing music playing]

[Ebony] Hello, Coltrane.

[music fades]

I thought you left. I should've known
Charlie wouldn't wait.

She had good reason to leave. We both did.

You gave me your word,
and now there's an APB out for you.

-I was careful, Ebony.
-Not careful enough.

The police want you in custody.
And that puts us both in danger.

I just need a minute
to figure out our next move, baby.

You had a chance to figure this sh*t out
and be a leader, and you led us here.

So we do it my way now.

Get in the back,
lay down, stay out of sight.

[car door opens, then closes]

[suspenseful music playing]

[door opens]

[satellite phone buzzes]

[door opens, then closes]

[music fades]

I'm guessing you don't wanna tell me

how you knew about the shootout
before it even began.

I can't.

It had nothing to do with Amos.
I didn't know he'd be there.

I don't have a single reason
to believe that.

Especially since Brinkley saw you hesitate
when you had the drop on him.

So you spoke to Brinkley, so he's okay.

He's alive, right? Just tell me he's good.

You don't get to know sh*t about Brinkley
until we get an explanation.

Until you tell me
why I walked into your house

and saw you standing
over your father's corpse.

If I wanted to k*ll Amos,
I would've done it in Century City,

and it would've been in self-defense.

If he had something to say to implicate me
in anything, he would be just as dead.

There's no reason
why I would just let him go,

then lure him back to my own house.

m*rder him in cold blood
in front of my own son.

Come on, Cruz, just…

Brinkley's right.

I did hesitate.

Why?

I was shocked that my own father
was working with Coltrane Wilder.

Oh God, not this bullshit again.

If Coltrane Wilder's behind all of it,
if he's setting you up,

show me one piece of hard evidence.

Show me one real reason
why I should believe you.

What better way for him to get away
than for me to be locked up in here?

You are wasting time
trying to get me to confess

while that m*therf*cker's
on his way out of the country.

["Lost It" playing]

[knocking on door]

-Hello. How can I help you?
-[music fades]

I'm Detective Ika Matangi.

We'd like to speak
with your husband, Coltrane Wilder.

Hmm.

-What about?
-It's official police business.

Is he here or not?

Or do we have to come in and search?

Oh, what was it
our lawyer said to say again? Um…

I think it was,

"If you have a warrant, you're welcome
to look for him all you want."

But rest assured, he's not here.

He's looking at a property
out in Palm Springs.

And no, he didn't tell me
the name or the address. I'm so sorry.

[Ika] When will he be back?

We're happy to wait.

You can wait all you like.

But he didn't say.

And I'll be locking up soon.

I'm sure you all have families
to get home to.

Good night.

[suspenseful music playing]

[music fades]

They're leaving.

How's Stro?

They won't let me see him.

I can't tell the babies
anything about their dad.

I'm so sorry, Jamise.

Thank you for bringing us together, Ebony.

You know, we all thought you and 'Trane
would be long gone by now.

I've got a plan
to get 'Trane and I out of this

so we can stay and help you all
put your lives back together.

It's a change in strategy.
It means we all have to stay strong.

Stay in lockstep.

Stay on protocol.

[tense music playing]

[cell phone buzzes]

That Maggie?

No, she's at the hospital
trying to see Choi. This…

is our fourth sister.

[tense music continues]

I'm Melissa. I was Deon's--

Uh, she and Deon have twin girls, Jamise.

They had a whole life together.

Behind your back,
and you're good with her being here?

-We all in this now.
-Exactly, Rena.

The cops are already on the offense.

We need to get the ball back,
and to do that, we need Melissa on board.

Deon never told me
he was involved in any crime.

-Honestly, I didn't know anything.
-[Jamise] You took the money he gave you.

-You didn't ask where it came from?
-Jamise, hey.

[Ebony] You have a choice.

-Trust us or trust the cops.
-[ominous music playing]

Keep your mouth shut,

or spend the rest of your life
looking over your shoulder,

wondering what else
your man didn't tell you.

[exhales nervously]

What are you gonna do?

[chuckles]

I'm gonna solve the problem.

Here. Sign these.

With your help,

I'm gonna take out Isaiah Stiles.

[music fades]

[Cruz] He thinks he's being set up.

By Coltrane Wilder, the real estate guy?
Where did he come up with that?

He thinks Wilder is behind
the recent string of robberies, sir.

Including the big pharma robbery.

And when we were working the case,
we did find some connective tissue,

but the searches of his home and office
came back clean.

We never got a warrant.

But Wilder has close ties

to two of the men captured
at the Century City showdown,

Darren Stroman and Chris Choi.

So Stiles might still be right.

Tessa, what are you doing here?

Deputy Chief Holmes,
it's good to see you again.

[Holmes] It's been too long.

And I see that Lieutenant Stiles
is already in custody.

Good work, Detective Cruz.

I'm Captain James Sealey.
This is my squad. And you are?

Jimmy, it's Tessa Grant.

Internal Affairs.

Youngest captain in the LAPD

and one of my best students
when I taught at the academy.

[Grant] We heard that Lieutenant Stiles
was suspended earlier.

And now he's accused of m*rder.

So I got a call,
but I'm only here to observe.

I promise.

[cell phone chimes]

[Harper] Cruz.

[in Spanish] Who is that woman
with the D.A.?

[Cruz sighs]

[in English] IAD.

[in Spanish] Why, for Stiles?

That's what she said,
but I.A.D. never plays it straight.

Any of us on this investigation
could get jammed.

I gotta go see Yamaguchi.

[sighs]

[keyboard tapping]

[ominous music playing]

[cell phone buzzes]

[speaking indistinctly]

[ominous music continues]

[in English] That's everything we have
that the government knows about.

Are you sure you want to do this?

It's not my plan.

[Morrow] Mrs. Wilder.

It's time to get to work, Sam.

[Candace] Hey.

-Where's Noah?
-Interrogation two.

I trusted you.

I called you for help.

Hey! You have my son in one room
and my husband in the other.

And how well do you think
you know your husband?

Obviously better than you,

if you think for a second
that he would k*ll his own father.

[scoffs]

-Yvette!
-Candace.

That necklace he gave you? It's fake.

Isaiah wouldn't buy me a fake.
What are you talking about?

Oh, he didn't buy it.
He had our tech guys make it.

It's a bug. Not just a listening device.
It has a camera.

See, you don't know
what's happening around your own neck.

What the f*ck makes you think
you know what happened tonight?

Yeah, you better hope Isaiah is guilty.

Because the other option's Noah.

[exhales]

[music fades]

[Cerullo] Hey, Noah.

I'm Detective Cerullo.

-You work with my dad?
-[Cerullo] Yeah.

Not for long.

But I know him well enough to know
that he would do anything to protect you.

That's what I want to talk to you about.

Was he protecting you tonight?

From my grandfather?

Your grandfather shot
half a dozen cops today, kid.

Hey. He is 15.
You don't need to talk to him like that.

Did you trust your late father-in-law
with your son, Mrs. Stiles?

Is that what the g*n was for, Noah?
To protect yourself from Amos?

Grandpa gave me the g*n.

You know it's a crime
to lie to the police, right, Noah?

-Even if your father's a cop.
-I'm… I'm not lying. He… He was afraid.

[tense music playing]

[Cerullo] He was afraid of what?

Of Isaiah?

Dad wasn't there. I…

I found Grandpa in the guest house.
He… He was leaving.

Running away, and…

I told him to wait, to come forward
so Dad wouldn't get in trouble.

So you… you asked Amos to confess?

If I never stopped him,

he would have got away.

He'd… He'd still be alive.

[music turns somber]

He tell you he was part
of the robbery crew?

He… He had money and… and a g*n.

And he… he was planning to run.

Then we heard the door. He gave me the g*n
and told me to go in the closet.

I had a shot.

I… I could have saved him.

I should have saved him!

No, no, no. No, no.

Don't you blame yourself.

Now, baby, that noise,
was that your father or…?

No, no, no, Mom!

Dad wasn't there.

It was the n*gga
who donated to my basketball team!

You saw him?

[Noah] Through the slats of the closet.

He shot him.

And then he said,
"Now we're even, Stiles."

"Checkmate."

His name is Coltrane Wilder.

[tense music intensifies]

[Cerullo] I believe the kid.

You sure you just don't want
to see a fellow cop arrested here?

-Doing your friend Stiles a solid?
-[music fades]

Stiles is not my friend, sir.
He's my superior, just like you.

I've been doing this a long time.

And in my opinion and experience,
that kid is not lying.

The mayor is going to want a head
on his mantle for this whole mess, Malik.

-[Malik] Mm-hmm.
-[Holmes] Got Stiles in the crosshairs.

You sure you want
to let that go on a kid's word?

Look, no matter what,
the kid's testimony is on the record.

Either it's a lie,
or it's reasonable doubt.

[Harper] I think it's a lie.
But you're missing the issue.

A bunch of cops died today,
including my partner,

because Isaiah Stiles didn't warn us
what we were walking into.

The only person who could tell us what
Stiles knew or when he knew it, is dead.

So whatever this kid is saying
doesn't f*cking matter.

We need the truth from Stiles now.

Tyrell Pope.

You wanted one reason to believe me.

Why Coltrane is setting me up.

Tyrell Pope.

The vagrant who k*lled Manny Shaw.

We were served him on a platter.

Just like we were served up the Persians
on the helipad with the diamonds.

Stiles…

Every single loose end in these crimes
is tied up clean.

You remember Bianca Douglas?
Anna Kate Walachek?

When you went to question her again,
she just happened to be dead?

Maybe it was a suicide.

[exhales]

You know better.

If you were a criminal, a smart criminal,

and you knew that there was
a detective focused on you,

determined to take you down,
what would you do?

Leave his jurisdiction.

But then you could never come back.

But what if you had something to protect,
to preserve?

A business, a life.

A reputation.

There's a type of n*gga out there

that won't ever let another man
take what's his.

He'd rather die first.

Like you.

Yvette, you see me?

He's taken everything I have.

Because he knew I was close.

He knew I was right on his heels.

He could feel me breathing
down his f*cking neck.

I found myself
on the scene with Deon Davis.

And Wilder doesn't know whether
that was my b*llet that took him out.

And then we're using Deon's death,
securing our search warrants.

I'm in his house with his wife,
making her cry.

That's why he hired my dad.

[scoffs]

-That's a leap, Stiles, even for you.
-Wilder runs a four-man crew.

Deon's dead. He needs a new fourth.

Wilder knows my father from Lancaster.

My father was a legendary wheelman.

So he implicates Amos
in the Andrei Malakian heist,

which turns
into the Century City showdown.

Now all he has to do is silence him.
Frame me for his m*rder.

Tyrell Pope.

The Persians.

Bianca Douglas.

Amos.

And now me.

No loose ends.

You see?

Who k*lled Andrei Malakian?

Your father's fingerprints are
on the m*rder weapon and the clip.

That was the new information.

No, no, no. My father, he's a wheelman.
He doesn't go in the job.

Why the f*ck would he
pull the trigger on Malakian?

You lied, man! You f*cking lied!

You lied!

You obstructed!

You hid evidence!
You bugged your own wife!

[Cruz exhales]

See, my problem is, Stiles,
that you hated your father.

I was your partner for two years
and every other f*cking day,

I heard something about
how he f*cked up your life.

And it turns out you were right.

God bless the dead, but Nightmare
was a cop-k*lling son of a b*tch.

[poignant music playing]

You had every f*cking reason
to sh**t him tonight.

I didn't want him dead, Yvette.

I wanted him to be different.

Did you find the g*n
that was used to k*ll him?

In the bushes in your backyard.

No.

[cell phone buzzes]

[poignant music continues]

[door opens, then closes]

[exhales]

[music fades]

Just talked to Noah Stiles.

-Did he confess?
-No.

Says he saw his grandfather's m*rder.
Says it was Coltrane Wilder.

Yeah, of course he did.

Stiles has been working me all night
with the same story.

-He must have coached Noah.
-When did he have time to coach Noah?

You say you found the kid holding the g*n
when you walked in the guesthouse.

The body was still warm.

I don't know when. How do you explain
father and son with the same story?

Maybe it's the truth.

And how do you explain
why we can't find Coltrane Wilder?

I don't think
that's gonna be a problem anymore.

Why?

[suspenseful music playing]

You gotta be f*cking kidding me.

[Cruz] Looks like they brought backup.

We appreciate you all coming in,
even if it is a bit of a surprise.

I thought sending out
an all points bulletin for our client

was an open invitation, Malik.

Well, we couldn't find your client
at his home or place of business.

I was with an investor in the desert

trying to get things back to normal
after the disruptions of the last weeks.

[Ebony] But the disruptions
haven't stopped.

-Detective Matangi came to our offices.
-Ebony.

Our clients are very upset, DA Jacobson,
Deputy Chief Holmes.

The constant harassment from Isaiah Stiles
and your storm troopers has got to stop.

And as a show of good faith,

we'd be willing to answer any questions
you might have with Mr. Wilder's passport

and his wife's registered firearms

as proof of the Wilders'
willingness to cooperate.

[Morrow] But after this meeting,

any further interactions with the LAPD
will be met with a lawsuit.

And money won't be enough.
We'll come for badges, retirement papers.

-Well, now wait just--
-Especially from Isaiah Stiles.

Isaiah's methods may be unorthodox,

but his track record is undeniable,
and his gut is rarely wrong.

[Morrow] But when it is,
where is his accountability?

Or yours, for that matter?

The Wilders have been
endlessly harassed and stalked

with absolutely no proof
of any wrongdoing.

Come on, stalking? It's a little extreme.

Detective Stiles
approached our client at a charity gala.

And at the cemetery, on the anniversary
of Mr. Wilder's father's death.

-Here, check this out.
-[Coltrane] Hmm.

[Morrow] You guys will love this.

That's Isaiah Stiles conducting
an ill*gal search in our client's home

and tampering with his property.

This is unacceptable.

I allowed him into our home
to use the powder room. [sobs]

And he took advantage
of my friendship with his wife.

It's okay, Ebony.

All the stress is bad for the baby.

-The baby?
-[Ebony sobs]

Excuse me, where's your restroom?

[suspenseful music playing]

There have been multiple incendiary
complaints against Detective Stiles

for his conduct in this investigation,

all aimed at our client,
his family, or his friends.

These are the affidavits
from those affected,

ranging from his conduct
in the crime scenes,

intimidating witnesses, and finally,

for making threats against
the deceased's family at a city morgue.

Do you know about this, Captain?

If you've been covering for him,
we may have to name you in the suit.

[Sealey] I haven't covered up for anybody.

But I do have a few questions
for your client,

who is here
responding to a legitimate APB.

-We're not sure it's so legitimate.
-I can answer their questions.

I have nothing to hide.

[Cerullo] Here you go.

You don't think I did this sh*t,
do you, Dave?

No, what I think is you're f*cked.

-[scoffs]
-Internal Affairs is here.

The mayor's calling. The DA's outside.

Everything is lined up against you.

If you don't confess
and claim self-defense,

you're looking at life
in orange pajamas, you understand?

Yeah, I'm, uh-- I'm out of moves here.

Noah says you're innocent.

You spoke to Noah?

He says it was Coltrane Wilder.

-Did you coach him?
-No.

I never even got the chance
to talk to him. You gotta believe me.

If I knew he saw Coltrane,
I'd tell him to never talk to anybody.

It puts him in danger.

Can I just see my son?

Can I just see him, please?

-You know I can't do that.
-All right, then you gotta protect him.

I know it's my job. I'm his father.
But I'm f*cking… I'm…

-[handcuffs rattle]
-I'm stuck in here.

You know Coltrane's long gone by now.
You're never gonna find him.

He's in the conference room
with his fancy lawyers right now.

Threatening us with a lawsuit
if we don't back off.

[tense music playing]

That m*therf*cker's here?

No. No, no.

I need you to give me
a question to ask him.

Just one.

I'll get an answer,
and maybe we can get you out of here.

You gotta let me out of here right now.

I know you wanna k*ll Coltrane.

If you're right
about everything that's happened,

I might wanna let you do it.

But right now, this moment,

this is the only f*cking way
I can help you.

So think.

If you could ask him one question,

what would it be?

Tell me exactly what Noah said.

[footsteps approaching]

[music fades]

Why the hell are you here, Ebony?

Are the police looking for Coltrane?

-For my father-in-law's m*rder?
-[Ebony sighs]

We're here because Isaiah
is obsessed with Coltrane.

Because he keeps making up
these crazy allegations against him.

Coltrane is not a criminal. Not anymore.

Yeah, you, uh…
You got me with that one before.

But I don't believe it anymore.

So I'm gonna go to Malik, and let him know
that I think that Coltrane is guilty.

You can't prove that.

Neither can Malik, and neither can I.

What?

Close the door.

I don't know
what Coltrane did or did not do.

But I have no choice
but to follow his lead. Do you understand?

-If you know anything, Ebony…
-I don't know anything for sure.

I've never seen him do anything ill*gal.

And anything he's ever told me…

I'm his wife.

It's covered by spousal privilege.
I could never testify against him.

-So you do know something.
-Please don't make things worse for me.

I hope that
everything works out with Noah.

I know how much you love him.

Just as much as I loved Zahir.

Just as much as I love
this baby I have now.

[dramatic music playing]

Ebony. [scoffs]

[speaking indistinctly]

Noah Stiles says he saw Coltrane Wilder
k*ll his grandfather.

I think he's telling the truth.

And if he is, Lieutenant Stiles
has been right about this all along.

f*ck.

I need you to talk to Wilder.

Observe his reaction
to these two statements.

First say this. "There's a witness
who saw you m*rder Amos Stiles."

Then tell him that the witness says
that he saw Coltrane say,

"Now we're even, Stiles. Checkmate."

-That's a big risk, Dave.
-It's worth it.

It's showing our hand if he's guilty,

and fanning the flames of their lawsuit
if he's innocent.

Are you going to do it or not?

[suspenseful music playing]

[Sealey] Where were you
during the Century City showdown?

[Coltrane] The shootout on the news?

[laughs] I don't know.

-Home, work, a combination of the two.
-[music fades]

[Sealey] Are you aware that your friends,

Darren Stroman and Christopher Choi,
were involved in a shootout?

I am very aware that they were fired upon
and gravely injured by the LAPD, yes.

I only have your word
that they were involved, though.

Then you deny they were pulling a job,
the m*rder of Andrei Malakian.

I don't know Andrei Malakian.

But I do know Darren and I do know Chris,
and they are both men of good character.

I intend on paying their hospital bills
and supporting their families.

I am proud to call both my good friends.

What about Deon Davis?

Can you explain why he would take refuge
at a warehouse you owned?

He was also my friend.

And he was m*rder*d by the LAPD.

-You have some interesting friends.
-I think that's enough.

The district attorney
may have some questions.

-As a matter of fact…
-[cell phone chimes]

You better check that
in case it's the mayor.

Yeah, excuse me.

[tense music playing]

What's he saying?

It's not the mayor.

[Morrow] Okay, what further questions
do you have for our client?

We have a decision to make
about our lawsuit.

We can be persuaded not to file if this
conversation is the end of the matter.

And if we have your word there'll be
no further harassment of our clients.

A knock on the door, a phone call,
anything to them or anyone who knows them…

We pull the trigger.

I just have one question.

[music ends]

Can you please be more specific
about your location during the shootout?

-Palmdale.
-And now we're leaving.

Everybody up. Here we go.

Mr. Morrow, could you send me that
recording of Detective Stiles, please?

With pleasure, Ms. Grant.

I am assuming you still want
to have your team follow up on Palmdale?

-It won't matter.
-[Malik] It's over.

You can't pursue Coltrane Wilder
as a criminal target in this case.

I am glad we are on the same page,
DA Jacobson. Fred.

Let's go talk in the captain's office.

I think we need
to discuss Lieutenant Stiles.

[tense music playing]

[speaking indistinctly]

[door opens]

Hey, Noah, I got good news.
I'm gonna take you home right now.

My mom can't come with us?

Well, other detectives are still
questioning her at the moment.

But we can go.

Should we go get your stuff?

[door opens]

-[tense sting plays]
-Um…

Where the hell are y'all going?
Where's she taking you?

Detective Harper,
we're not done with this witness yet.

[Harper] Oh, I'm sorry.

I thought we were clear
after Detective Cerullo finished. My bad.

Harper, can you do something for me?
I need you to check on Wilder's alibi.

Yes, of course.

[dramatic music playing]

[music ends]

I think we've seen enough here.
The affidavits, the refusal to cooperate.

That recording of Stiles
at the Wilder house is definitive, Jimmy.

I know his behavior
seems over the top here,

but… he's a damn good cop.

-I'd put my badge up against that.
-Let's hope it doesn't come to that.

-[knocking]
-What is it, Harper?

I'm sorry to interrupt, sir, but I have
that Wilder alibi information you wanted.

He was in Palm Springs, like he said.

And I spoke to the owner of the property.

She said they were negotiating
for at least two hours.

Thank you, Harper.
That's a full lid on Coltrane Wilder.

Anyone brings him up again,
you let me know personally, all right?

He didn't say Palm Springs.

[Holmes] Cruz!

Harper just confirmed the
Coltrane Wilder alibi for the shootout.

We can lock this up
with a Stiles confession.

We're much closer, sir.
Got a new piece of evidence against him.

The ballistics came back
from your father's m*rder.

He was k*lled with your service weapon.

[tense sting plays]

You should just confess.

You're wasting everyone's time.

You're still going to say
this is Coltrane Wilder framing you?

There's no other way it could be.

I didn't have
my service weapon on me, Yvette.

Sealey took it from me
at the Century City crime scene.

You know that. You were there.

You're right.

Except it went missing
from Sealey's vehicle

that just so happened
to be at the strip club

at the same time you and your father
were having your little heart-to-heart.

You think we didn't know about that?

[Stiles laughing]

He's crazy.

Oh sh*t!

Hey, Yvette, I'm wild,
but this n*gga Wilder…

[chuckles] …this is exactly
how I would set myself up.

No loose ends.

No questions.

Except this.

I'm innocent because it was my g*n
that k*lled Nightmare. That is the proof.

Oh yeah, funny seeing you here, Fred.

And who are you?

I'm Captain Tessa Grant
from Internal Affairs.

I am here to let you know
the list of mistakes you've made

since the beginning of this case
that have endangered the reputation

and the efficacy of the force and,
of course, led to the loss of human life.

Obviously, you are deeply implicated
in the death of your father,

but you'll be on house arrest
while we pursue charges against you

for the death of the policemen
and women who died

during the shootout in Century City.

Unless… you're ready
to reveal your source.

No.

Well, then on behalf
of the Los Angeles Police Department,

you are hereby discharged from duty.

Effective now, you're no longer a cop.

[Holmes] You should clean out your desk.

-[tense music playing]
-[door opens]

And call a lawyer. You're gonna need one.

Wait, Stiles, what did you mean?

How did I get the g*n, Yvette?

[tense music continues]

Rough day at the office?

Isaiah? This is Kevin.

He's gonna go with you
to install your ankle monitor

to make sure you stay put
until your arraignment.

Nice to meet you.

[Kevin grunts]

Just like his daddy.

Not helping.

Okay, so this monitor has geofencing.

And it'll go off
if you leave the radius of the house.

Please don't let Noah see this.

Noah's been upstairs all day.

Trust me, he doesn't want to talk anyway.

That necklace that you gave me,
Yvette said it's fake.

-[gasps]
-I'm sorry.

You sorry that it's fake, or are you
sorry that you had a camera in it?

Oh, it had a microphone in it too.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Like, they had another version of it.

-Kevin.
-What?

Shut the f*ck up, n*gga.

Stiles' service weapon
was in your glove compartment.

I know. And I can't understand
how Isaiah was able to retrieve it.

There's no way
he could have known it was in there.

We were chasing him,
not the other way around.

-You brought his badge and weapon here.
-He had no reason to look.

There were only three people who knew
it was in the glove compartment.

You, me, and…

[suspenseful music playing]

Son of a b*tch.

[Cerullo] Look at that.

Who is that?

Can you zoom in?

[music intensifies]

We have to find Harper. Now!

[music fades]

You here to arrest my dad too?

I came to apologize to Isaiah.

You can apologize to me first.

I'm sorry.

I should have listened to you.

-Stiles was telling the truth.
-Noah was too.

So you can apologize to him

before you take
that ankle monitor off of my husband.

I can't do that.

We think we found the person
that helped Coltrane,

but it's all circumstantial.

And based on his performance
at the precinct,

hard proof Coltrane Wilder k*lled Amos
willl be the only way we exonerate Isaiah.

I think that Ebony Wilder knows
that Coltrane is guilty.

But she's not going to talk

because she's scared,
and she doesn't trust any of you.

[pensive music playing]

But she does trust me.

[music fades]

[satellite phone ringing]

Guess I didn't need
your help after all, big sis.

[Harper] Charlie told me
to fix all the loose ends

and remind you that she's taking care
of everything for you. Again.

[scoffs] Thanks,
but I took care of it already.

You can tell her to f*ck off. Again.

Then you're aware we have a witness
who saw Coltrane k*ll Amos Stiles.

-[ominous music playing]
-Noah Stiles.

Candace is taking the kid to her parents',
so I'm on my way there right now.

No, do not touch that boy.

[doorbell rings]

There's someone at my door.
Don't do anything until I call you back.

Lady, I don't work for you.

And I don't get paid
until that kid is dead.

[doorbell ringing]

f*ck!

[doorbell ringing]

[gasps]

-Is Coltrane here?
-[music fades]

No, he's at the office.

Good. I'm here to help.

Look, I have resources,
and I can keep you safe from Coltrane.

But in order to do that,
you have to tell the police everything.

No, I told you I can't do that.

A lot of women in a*usive relationships
feel that way. I see it all the time.

No, Candace, I need you to go.

Ebony, I'm your friend.

I care about you.

I know Coltrane is dangerous.

I know he k*lled Amos.

[dramatic music playing]

Think of the risk to you and your baby.

-The police can protect you.
-It's your son you need to worry about.

-Candace, you have to leave.
-You don't understand.

No, you don't understand.

I know that Noah told the police
that he saw Coltrane k*ll Isaiah's father.

-I'm trying to protect your son!
-Protect him from what?

If you want Noah to live, then you need
to let me make a phone call right now.

That's conspiracy.

All units move in now.

Harper, open up!

Harper!

[dramatic music continues]

Noah!

Hey, man.

[knocking]

Noah, I'm gonna come in, okay?

Noah.

-What are you saying?
-[door bursts open]

Ebony Wilder, you're under arrest
for conspiracy to commit m*rder.

-You have the right to remain silent.
-I know my rights.

-No, no. Ebony!
-Candace, stand down. You did a great job.

Who's… Who's after Noah?

[dramatic music continues]

Ebony, where you at? Thought you said
you were meeting me here, baby.

Let me know when you're on your way, okay?

Get off of me! Who's after Noah?

-Hey!
-[Cruz] I got her. Watch your head.

[Candace] Hey! No, wait!

[Cruz] You need to get--

[yelling indistinctly]

[engine starts]

[Stiles] Boy. [scoffs]

Noah!

Noah?

Noah!

Candace.

Noah's missing.

[dramatic music continues]

[music fades]