05x21 - Shockwave, Part 2

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Previously on "Major Crimes"...

An hour ago,
a b*mb went off in East L.A.

I am a friend of Albert Luna's.

This could be connected to his ex-wife.

Liseth Ortiz.

He blamed her for everything
that happened.

Cristian m*rder*d Liseth's father

so that she would come to his funeral.

When is the service?

sh*t. Holy sh*t.

Control, Air 10,

we've got a confirmed
expl*si*n, Rosedale Cemetery.

Confirmed expl*si*n.

I'm gonna need additional
units. You...

Just send everybody at this point.

This... this looks bad.

Units responding to the bombing

are needed on the east side
of Normandie Avenue.

South 17 responding.

- South 21 en route.
- LAFD responding, code 3.

I'm looking for casualties.

Air 10, as per LAFD,

please advise on a preliminary
casualty assessment.

You okay? You okay?
Captain, everyone okay?

- Yeah. Yes.
- Okay, come on.

I'm not seeing any casualties.

There's no one at the gravesite.

Otherwise, this would've been
a lot worse.

Roger that.

There's your C-4, Lieutenant.

We believe this large flower vase

set beside your father's grave
was the housing for the b*mb.

And your ex-husband
placed it at the cemetery.

He needed line of sight to see
that we'd found the b*mb.

That's why he blew it.

What... what you're saying
just isn't possible.

Nothing else makes sense.
They may be right.

It was definitely your
ex-husband, ma'am. No question.

How does that make sense?
'Cause it... it doesn't.

It does if Cristian was
willing to k*ll a lot of people

to get at you.

But he didn't even know I was here.

My God. My God.

Commander Mason, any news?

My team traced Ortiz through
prison and the m*llitary.

No t*rror1st connections at all.
And no affiliation with MS-13.

- That's not news.
- Well, it is to Winnie Davis.

My God. My God.

Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait a minute.

I wasn't even here when Cristian
was released from prison.

But he knew exactly
how to bring you back.

That bastard m*rder*d our father

so he could get Liseth to come
to the funeral?

Is that what you guys are saying? It is.

Could either of you think
why he'd be so determined

to k*ll you, Liseth?

Has he threatened you? Did he
call you since his release?

Is there anything in particular...

How about he's a lunatic?

Not only has he

m*rder*d our father, but he...

He also stabbed my, um...

He stabbed Joseph Euley to death,

the man with whom you were
having an affair 12 years ago.

Yeah. Cristian m*rder*d him.

Do you even know where he is? Cristian?

Perhaps you could help
us answer that question, please.

Did your ex-husband have
any particular place

he liked to go?

I don't know. Most of
our marriage, he was...

he was overseas.

But wait a minute. Isn't it your
job to know where Cristian is?

It's not her job.

That's what we're trying to do here.

But maybe you could help us
by giving us a list

of Cristian's old friends

or people he held grudges against

or people he hated.

Chief. We thought you were

at the leadership
conference in Charlotte.

After the cemetery bombing yesterday,

Chief Pope called me back

and sent Winnie Davis in my place.

Are we to read anything into that?

What about the friends?

Maybe you won't be directing
traffic in San Pedro after all.

I'd like to catch up
with this investigation

as soon as possible, Lieutenant.

Commander, if you're done here,
could I have a word, please?

You need me, Lieutenant,
you know where to find me.

He had friends. They were Marines.

I never even met any of them more than once.
- Buzz...

let the Captain know we need to regroup.

Mother. I never even met his father.

Captain, Chief Howard is here
and asking to be briefed.

Our bombing suspect, Cristian Ortiz,

got a deal for murdering
his wife's boyfriend.

11 years for manslaughter

because his lawyer claimed self-defense.

It didn't seem likely because
the victim was stabbed 16 times,

and Ortiz obviously brought
the Kn*fe with him.

But a jury may have sympathized

with a Marine whose wife
was cheating on him.

According to his cellmate, Lewis Wilks,

Ortiz claimed his innocence
until the day of his release.

Yes, Wilks also said
that Ortiz blamed his wife

for everything that happened.

- Ex-wife, sir.
- Technicality.

And Ortiz left a b*mb behind
in her father's house.

- Maybe to blow her up.
- The b*mb was marked with blood

that couldn't have been there
from the g*nsh*t wound.

Why leave a b*mb behind
to k*ll your wife,

and then do stuff to it

that means we have to collect it
as evidence?

That, Chief, is the question
that's troubling all of us.

I'm more bothered
by all this missing C-4.

Let's go back
to this manslaughter charge

for a moment.

Was Ortiz definitively guilty?

He took a plea bargain.

We had a voice mail where
he threatened Euley.

And his connection to the
m*rder w*apon was irrefutable...

a Marine-issue KA-BAR Kn*fe
covered with his prints and DNA

and Mr. Euley's blood residue
on the blade.

Julio, ask Dr. Morales to
put together the autopsy report

from Mr. Euley's death.

Okay, I don't know
how to explain the radio,

but Ortiz could've wrapped something

around the hilt of the Kn*fe,
like a plastic bag.

If he was being that careful,
why not wipe the blade after?

And the hilt. Instead of leaving
his fingerprints on it.

All right, don't forget
Lewis Wilks, Ortiz's cellmate,

indicated to us that he had
more to tell us.

But he won't talk without a deal.

Wilks has six years left
on a drug sentence.

And those six years aren't going away

without information necessary
to find and convict Ortiz...

I'm not worried
about a conviction, Andrea.

There are pounds,
pounds of C-4 unaccounted for.

He's obviously willing to use it.

I want this guy in custody.

We may have the conviction part
locked up.

I found a partial print

on the interior of the ceramic vase

that housed our cemetery b*mb.

Does the partial belong to Ortiz?

- Let's take a look.
- I'll check with my boss.

But Wilks' information has to be good!

We will make sure he knows that!

Mom?

She talks tough,
but she's already drawn up

the paperwork reducing the guy's
sentence by three years.

Just so you know.

Hey, Provenza.

I've been doing some thinking.

- Are you in pain?
- No, I... Very funny.

N-no, I figure since my health
has been pretty much on track...

I'm eating better,
I'm exercising, vitamins...

So how long before I...
I-I'm back in the field?

Flynn, you have had
two big health scares in a row.

Now, getting you off of desk duty

creates huge liability issues here.

And returning to the field?

Well...

You need the right person to
be promoted to Assistant Chief.

Match found.

He's in the system,
but he's not Cristian Ortiz.

Buzz?

Partial on the vase belongs
to Franklin Dwayne Pearl,

arrested in 2009 for armed robbery,

released on parole six months ago.

Looks like he hasn't
got in any trouble since.

He's made every parole hearing.

Well, it's what he's been doing
between parole hearings

that we're worried about, Nolan.

Where is Mr. Pearl right now?

Looks like he lives... here.

And works at Second sh*t Thrift,

right around the corner
from his apartment.

Let's see if this guy's at work

and then see what he has
been working on.

I'm not going anywhere.

And despite Napa being,

- the best job I can get right now.
- But I...

I can't believe I'm saying this. I...

Napa's great, and I totally get
what it means to you.

But what about us?

Well, this is not
a "What about us?" thing.

Because "us" could be living in Napa.

"Us" could be living in Oakland.

This is an "all about you
wanting to stay here" thing.

Okay, no, I-I looked into
transferring to Berkeley, okay?

I-I have the grades.

But I'm on track to graduate
from UCLA next December, okay?

Berkeley does semesters
instead of quarters.

That would add
an extra six months to my...

Yeah, and Napa would add
an extra $15,000 to my paycheck.

- But that's not what matters.
- Hold... hold on, Gus. Okay?

- Can you just hold on for...
- No. No.

I already said that I'm not going.

But let's both be clear that
we are staying here in L.A.

You are not applying to
law schools in other cities.

And if you don't get into
one around here, that's it.

And meanwhile, I'll just keep working

my stupid, not very important
restaurant job,

because this is where we live.

Gus, Gus, - Period.

I don't think that your job is stupid.

In fact, it's... it's such
a big promotion that.

I-I was just surprised
that your boss gave it to you.

Just because it's
so incredibly important.

Yeah, it's just not as important
as the things that you wanna do.

I mean, how could being a sous-chef

compete with being a lawyer
or... or a journalist

or anything else Rusty Beck
decides to do with his life?

I'm covering for someone
during prep tomorrow.

I gotta be at work early.

You can come by around 9:00
and pick me up.

I'm just... I'm going home.

Remember, don't unnerve the guy.

Just shop until you find him.

Holy crap. Julio.

The radio used to house the b*mb
we found in Albert Luna's house.

We're in the right place.

I see him.

My God.

Excuse me.

Sir, can you tell me
how much this is?

- Sure.
- Yeah, there's no, um, price.

- Right. I'll be right back.
- Yeah.

What the hell?

Got him. Bring in the dogs.

- What the hell, man?!
- Where's Cristian Ortiz?

Who? I-I don't know.

I don't know any Cristian
whatever his name is.

You are in enough trouble already!

We know you are connected to Ortiz.

- Tell where he is right now...
- I don't know any Ortiz.

Or you're going back to prison today

until we can charge you for m*rder!

We know Ortiz was in this store.

He had merchandise you sold him.

No, no, no, man.
I never met no Ortiz.

Your fingerprints were found on a vase,

just like this one that Ortiz
used to blow up a cemetery!

Whoa! Whoa! My fingerprints

are on shelves full of sh*t like that!

You're saying you never saw
this guy? Is that it?

I don't know. I...

Maybe the dude came in here some.

But if he did, he had a beard.

See, now you remember.

- Amazing.
- No, seriously, man.

If it's the same dude, he was
in here a couple of weeks ago.

- He bought a boatload of stuff.
- Like what?

Like that.

Cristian Ortiz
purchased items like these

at a thrift store in North Hollywood.

- Why?
- That depends.

Depends on what?

That depends on what you're
willing to offer Mr. Wilks

in return for his information.

Your client has six years left
on his sentence.

We're willing
to cut that to three,

if what he tells us
is actually worth anything.

What? Three? No, no, no.

No, are... are you kidding me? Three?

I'm sorry, guys. You gotta
do better than that.

Mr. Wilks' help could save
maybe hundreds of lives here.

Or we could end up catching
Ortiz on the street,

and we see Wilks sometime next decade.

Six years or three. That's it.

Take it or regret it.

Son of a bitch. Fine. Fine.

May I?

You... you see all these hollow parts?

They're called voids. All right?

Empty spaces where
something can be hidden.

Everything here has a void.

I would use these items...

To hide dr*gs.

Ortiz...

He's using them for expl*sives.

So everything he bought has
the potential to become a b*mb.

- Housed in ordinary items...
- I think that's the idea.

That wouldn't be checked
for expl*sives.

And if Ortiz bought as much

as the guy at the thrift store said...

He could have dozens of bombs.

But where are they?
And what are they all for?

Right. Ortiz needed
one b*mb to off the ex

and one to off her family, too.

And then the others are for what?

Don't worry.

Ortiz said his ex-wife framed him.

She k*lled Euley, not him.

That's not what Ortiz said
when he accepted his sentence.

Look, the guy spent, like,
100% of his time on the inside

researching his case,
and he found details

that you guys didn't think to hunt for.

Before, you said you didn't
believe that Ortiz was innocent.

Well...

How am I gonna tell you
his wife k*lled Euley

and still get my deal?

You don't know Cristian is innocent.

I know Euley's mother wrote
Cristian in prison,

asking why he k*lled her son

a week after Euley broke it off
with Liseth.

And Ortiz said his wife was

the only other person who had access

to all that stuff he brought
home from the m*llitary,

including his Kn*fe.

So she got rid of her boyfriend,

who had the nerve to break up with her,

and her husband at the same time.

But that's not the biggest news here.

Ortiz didn't just blame
his ex-wife for all that.

Ye Gods.

He blamed you guys.

Who do you mean by "you guys"?

The LAPD.

Cristian's lawyers told him even
though he might be innocent,

LAPD had enough physical evidence

to put him away
for the rest of his life.

Manslaughter is a good
deal for m*rder...

Unless you didn't do it.

Take away somebody's future,

and they could stay angry
for a very long time.

So Cristian blames Liseth,
and he blames us.

He wants to get revenge
on the bitch, sure.

But also wants to take down
the system that helped her.

I didn't do the autopsy,

and knowing what we do now,
I have issues.

What sort of issues?

We know that the m*rder w*apon
is consistent

with the w*apon Ortiz kept
from his time in the service.

- A KA-BAR Marine Kn*fe.
- Correct.

Serrated blade on one side,
razor-sharp on the other.

And we know that the initial att*ck

was a downward s*ab

into the soft tissue
of the victim's neck.

The blade went all the way
into the hilt.

And from the angle, we know that
the att*ck came from behind.

The rest of the 16 s*ab wounds

were to the victim's chest, straight in.

Means Euley probably collapsed
and was stabbed from above.

That's exactly right, Detective Nolan.

Very good!

But there's one more thing.

The chest wounds were
haphazardly inflicted.

Sloppy. Lacking in depth.

Not the work of a trained Marine.

And shallow for a guy the size of Ortiz.

- Very shallow.
- But wouldn't Ortiz's attorney

been all over this information?

I'm sure, if his public defender
had ever received it.

But the Statement of Facts was
completed based on the prelim.

The full autopsy report
took 62 days to complete.

And Ortiz made his deal in 30.

Based on false assumptions. Okay.

What do we actually know here?

Ortiz spent 11 years in a cell
claiming his innocence.

Whatever he did then,
he's blowing stuff up now.

And he's definitely trying
to k*ll his ex-wife.

And don't forget the whole

"taking down the system" thing, too.

Or the ordinary items
in which Ortiz is hiding bombs.

I think maybe his ex-wife
should stay with us

just a little longer.

You know, to ensure her safety.

Yeah. Maybe Liseth
could be scared into...

I mean, frightened enough...

to tell us where her husband's
Kn*fe was stored.

We could bring her a change of clothes

and stuff to make her feel
more comfortable.

That's a good place to start.

Let's get patrol
to stop by her dad's house

and pick up her things.

Meanwhile, I want to go over
every LAPD incident report

since Cristian started

on his little thrift-store
shopping spree.

I think it is possible
that the rest of the LAPD

has been operating under
false assumptions, as well.

What is this?
You telling me I can't go home?

Don't I have a right to leave?
Well, yes, certainly.

We... we just wanna keep

you safe while your ex is at large.

So what am I supposed to do,

stay here until you catch Cristian?

Is that why you brought me my things?

Because I'm living here now?

What if you never catch him? What then?

In an effort to locate your ex-husband,

we've gone over everything
from Joseph Euley's death

again and again, looking for
something we missed.

- And there's just one thing.
- What's that?

Where your husband
kept the Kn*fe he used

to s*ab your boyfriend to death.

Now back then, you told the police

that this Kn*fe absolutely
did not come from your home.

Yeah. So what?

12 years is a long time
to remember something you said.

Especially if it wasn't the truth.

Please, have a seat. We were wondering

where else this Kn*fe
could have been hidden.

Why on Earth would that
be important now?

Because if we knew
where your ex kept the Kn*fe,

he might've been keeping other
stuff he stole from the Marines.

Yes, like the C-4 expl*sives

that he used to try and m*rder
you and your family.

And he has more of
those expl*sives. A lot more.

Now we'll see how scared she really is.

If we knew where the Kn*fe
came from, we believe

the rest of the C-4
may be there, as well.

And maybe even Cristian, too.

Really? Are you sure?

Well, it's our best hope.

So if you have any suspicion

of where your ex-husband
kept this Kn*fe...

Cristian had a storage unit that he used

to keep all the things
that he stole from the Marines.

He used to call it his "barracks."

He would go there all the time.
I don't know why, but...

Well, thank you. Thank you, ma'am.

Now, this is very, very important.

Do you recall where this
storage facility is located?

Um, could you write down
the name, the address,

and the number of
the storage unit itself?

He doesn't just have knives
or expl*sives.

He has g*ns.

And that's the beginning
of her written confession.

How is that a confession?

Because she just admitted
to knowing where the Kn*fe was,

and now she's describing
everything that was there.

It's gonna be hard
to convict her of Euley's m*rder

without her husband's statement.

And it doesn't get him off the
hook for murdering her father.

Or the attempt on 50 people
at the funeral.

But now we might just know where he is.

This could all be over very quickly.

Mike, where are we going?

Inside. Inside. Watch your head.

Ortiz is making bombs out of everything,

and he's got a lot of C-4 left.

If there's a b*mb, the dog will
smell it, I promise.

Also, maintain complete
radio discipline.

Good luck, people.

Now let's work this dog.
This way. This way.

We've confirmed that Ortiz
is renting space 108,

just like his ex-wife told us.

- Now if he is there...
- We'll be ready.

SIS has established a perimeter.

SWAT has elevated positions
on buildings north and east.

Nah, if Ortiz tries to escape,
he won't get far.

Thanks. Thanks, Chief.

I'm telling you, Chief, I'm more worried

about what he may have left behind.

Capra's being followed in
by the rest of the b*mb Squad

and thermal imaging
to assess the storage unit.

No, if Mr. Ortiz planted
something special for us,

we'll soon know.

Buzz, thermal imaging online.

Doesn't look like much.

Doesn't have to.

But he was living here.
We missed him. Damn it.

Capra, I'm putting you on speaker.

Captain, looks like we're all clear.

Okay, Lieutenant, give it a go.

b*mb Squad's ready to breach.

Negative. We're clear.

Heading in now.

Check this out.

"I was innocent."

Not anymore.

This guy does not know subtle, does he?

No, but he knows us.

No sign of any of his
thrift-store purchases.

I think I know why.

Holy crap.

Captain, we got a bunch
of empty cellphone shells.

We see it, Lieutenant. We see it.

If Ortiz has torn apart
that many cellphones,

he's probably constructed
a lot more bombs.

But where are they?

I don't think we have very much
time to figure that out.

Yes?

Hey. I'm Rusty. I'm Gus'...

Rusty. Yes. It's nice to put
a face to the name.

I'm Aiden Reed.

Gus told me so much about you.
I'm glad you're here.

Yeah. It's... it's good
to meet you, too.

And, um, thank you, Aiden.

Thank you so much just for all the...

the great things
that you've done for Gus.

We... we really appreciate it.

- Is he here or...?
- No.

When I heard you were coming by,

I sent him on a run with Chef
to the fish market.

He was torn, but you know Gus, right?

- He always wants to go the extra mile.
- Right.

It's one of the reasons
I was a bit disappointed

that he turned down
this Napa opportunity.

But what can I do?

Gus can't see what's
in his best interest

'cause he's in a relationship

with a really, really
insecure college student.

Does that come up a lot?

Gus saying no to you because
he's already in a relationship.

Have you... have you been
turned down before?

More like turned away.

But, yeah, he won't take me up
on dinners out or drinks.

But I'm guessing that's
because of everything

you did for his sister.

Why else let a needy boy
like you call all the sh*ts

when he could be doing so much better?

Like being with you?

That's why you're promoting him
to Napa, isn't it?

Instead of here?

Or did the two-star
Michelin chef that you hired

just refuse to enter his kitchen

unless Gus was there
as his new right hand?

Are you really upset with me,
or... or because you...

you found someone that you can't buy?

Well...

I hear you know all about that.

Hey, why don't you tell Gus

that it's not all his hard work
or talent that I'm rewarding?

That his promotions are

just because I'm physically
attracted to him.

Please tell him that.

And if you won't, consider how
Gus'll be constantly weighing

what he sacrificed to hang
around here while you grow up.

You think you're done making mistakes?

I'm pretty sure I could
wait you out.

Speaking of which, I think
Gus will be back any minute.

So, please have a seat.
Have some coffee.

It's on the house.

In addition to the bombs
that have already went off,

these cellphone shells are an indication

that there's at least
20 expl*sive devices

planted somewhere around the city.

- But where?
- Doesn't Cristian's target,

combined with what we know
about the first b*mb,

indicate the pattern?

There was blood on the radio
and under it,

meaning it was meant
to be collected as evidence.

If we had booked it, that radio
would have ended up

in one of our evidence lockers.

It should've been brought here,
where we would have kept it

until we tried the m*rder*r.

Yes. He blames his wife
for what happened to him,

but he also blames us.

And the fact that we had
physical evidence,

which turned out to be
less than it seemed.

My God.

There are 21 LAPD divisions.

That's 21 evidence lockers,
plus the b*mb at the cemetery.

That's our 22 cellphones.

He doesn't just want
revenge on his wife.

He wants to screw the entire LAPD, too,

the way we screwed him.

I know the justice system might
not be always fair to everyone,

but if he'd only given us a chance...

We could have made it all better?

Buzz, look, I know it's hard to accept,

but not everybody wants our help.

How are we supposed to locate every b*mb

in every evidence locker

when Ortiz could detonate
any of them any second?

We may have a solution for that.
Buzz, give me a hand, please.

Each of the cellphone
shells found in Mr. Ortiz's

storage locker has a lot number
for quality control and recalls.

But in this situation, we can translate

each of the serial numbers
from the cell casings

into actual phone numbers.

And by knowing all the phone numbers...

We can block each cellphone.

Well, that will make them
pretty much useless

as detonation devices.
How long will it take?

20 cellphones? Not long.
I'll go as fast as I can.

Also, we need to evacuate
every evidence facility

at every division in the LAPD.

- We're on it.
- Yes, Ma'am. Right away.

One other thing.
By knowing all the phone numbers

from Cristian's detonators, we can check

all the incoming calls.
And there's only one,

because the C-4 in the radio
was detonated by accident.

But he had to call the cellphone
he planted at the cemetery.

Okay, so we know

the phone number this assh*le
is going to use

to detonate the rest of his bombs.

Which means we can start
pinging his location...

right now. Buzz?

Here we go.

We have him. There he is.

He's across the street.

At City Hall!

It looks like he's up in the tower.

And the only good thing about that is,

considering City Hall's security,

he's probably not armed.

No, but he can still make calls.

Buzz, the blocking!

Six, sir. It's gonna take me
a couple of minutes.

- Buzz!
- It's a process, sir.

Just give me two minutes.

We need to take him down
where he is right now.

If he sees a bunch of police
converging on City Hall,

he'll start calling in his C-4.

And if he doesn't have a w*apon,

well, sh**ting him's
out of the question.

He took our pictures at the cemetery.

He knows who we are. We can't
just walk up and grab him.

- Buzz!
- 12, sir.

And yelling doesn't make it go faster.

Mike, place City Hall
on lock down, please.

Yes, Ma'am.

There's the matter of Liseth.

He tried to blow her up first.

- We can't forget...
- Lieutenant Mike Tao.

That he may still
be trying to k*ll her.

We can worry about her later.

She's here where he can't get her.

18. I'm almost there. Almost there.

I say that we give him a warning.

19. And... and...

Blocked.

Except for the cell he used to call.

All right, Captain,
what are you waiting for?

The last time I called a k*ller
standing in a high place,

he jumped.

And the trouble with that is?

- Yeah?
- Cristian Ortiz,

this is Captain Sharon Raydor
of the LAPD.

How can I help you, Captain?

By listening very closely.

We have effectively blocked

every cellphone that you have
set up as a detonation device

in every evidence locker

in every division you have compromised.

City Hall is now on lock down.

Shortly, you will be surrounded.

My advice, sir... Give yourself up.

We will find you an attorney and...

And what? We make a deal?!

You got to be kidding me.

There's no deal for me in this.

I'm responsible for the death
of an LAPD civilian officer.

I m*rder*d my former
father-in-law in cold blood.

But you didn't k*ll Joseph Euley.

Your ex-wife did that.
We know she framed you.

And we know how she did it.

You're lying.

No. No, we're not lying.

Now, listen, son, you've done
some terrible things,

and... and you're gonna
have to answer for them.

But if you want your wife
to also pay for what she did,

we need you to testify.

You're ready to arrest her? So...

you have her there?

Yes, we do.

You wanna talk to me?

Well, I wanna talk to her. Now.

Hold on, sir. We're almost there.

Mr. Ortiz, you are here
with your ex-wife.

You are on speaker.

Wait. You're talking with
Cristian? You arrested him?

You listening to me, you bitch?

I spent 11 years in a box
because of you.

11 years!

And now you're gonna pay.

Okay, listen to this, sir.

- Liseth Ortiz, you are under arrest...
- What?

For m*rder in the first degree...

- No!
- Of Joseph Euley.

- Get your hands off of me!
- You have the right to remain silent.

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

You have the right to an attorney.

If you cannot afford one,
one will be appointed for you

- by the state.
- Cristian confessed to it.

You framed him too well.
He had no choice.

Mr. Ortiz, Liseth will pay for this.

She'll pay, but not how you think.

I had to splurge after the cemetery.

I needed a couple of genuine
smartphones that I could use

to ping each other,
just like you pinged this

crappy old disposable
we're talking on now.

That's right.

I got me two new phones.

Well...

only one with me.

The other one is showing up
where I planted it.

Over there with you guys.

Gotta love these phone-tracking apps.

Good luck finding it.

By the way, tell me, Captain,

how long have you had my bitch
of an ex-wife in custody?

LAPD! Freeze, assh*le!

Lose the phone

and get on your knees now!

Or what?

You'll sh**t? I'm unarmed.

Yeah, well, you're a big guy,
and I feel threatened.

- I'll take a chance! You wanna?!
- Andy!

But if I'm under arrest,
aren't I allowed a phone call?

It's a waste of time.
We disabled your IEDs.

Really?

The luggage!

The b*mb is in the luggage!
Everyone out!

Go! Go! Go!

Come on. Come on!

Flynn.

Flynn, tell me you have
that son of a bitch.

Yeah, I got him. Are you okay?

How is everybody? Is Sh... Is Sharon...

Yeah, hold on.

Hold on.

Andy, what are you doing over there?

It... it's just a walk
across the street.

And I'm the only guy
this assh*le didn't know.

I'm more worried about you guys.

- Are you okay?
- I can tell you,

the janitor's gonna have
a serious meltdown.

We're okay.

We all g... We're gonna be okay.

I should've sh*t you.

Lucky for your mom and everybody

the b*mb didn't hurt anyone.

And I'm really glad you weren't there.

Look, I-I gotta get going.
Aiden asked me to come in

and work a little early to help prep

- for a party...
- Listen, Gus,

I've been thinking ever
since we spoke about it...

My Uber's coming.

I know... Sorry.
This will just take a second.

I've been thinking about it, Gus,

and the next time I visit you at work,

I want it to be in Napa.

What?

I didn't... I didn't know that, um...

So much of what we were doing,

I didn't understand

it was on my terms.

And that's wrong.

And we can't do it anymore.

But if... if you're going
to stay here...

I am.

But this opportunity in Napa,
it's... it's...

it's what's best for your career,

which is every bit as important as mine.

So we'll...

we'll try the long-distance thing.

Besides, I'll be too busy here
to get into any trouble.

And I'm sure that Aiden will...

Aiden will keep you very busy, too.

- I'm not asking you for this.
- I know.

I'm doing it because I love you, Gus,

and because I want you to be happy.

And you deserve to be with, um...

Where. Where. You deserve to be

where you'll be happy.

Rusty.

You always surprise me.

Okay.

We're gonna make this
a good thing, all right?

And then you can come up,
and I'll be coming down here.

And we'll be stronger for it in the end.

Right. Definitely.

Your Uber.

Thank you.

Goodbye.

Well, it all worked out.

But before we go on,
I, I just wanna say

if not for you,

we'd be cleaning up a mess like this

at every division in the city.

And more officers would have d*ed.

Ortiz may be nuts, but planting C-4

inside items we'd pick up
from crime scenes

was a smart plan.

Depraved, but smart.

Can you take a minute?

Yeah, join me in the...

Assistant Chief's Office?

For something which I think
is a good surprise.

My God.

If you're not Assistant Chief...

You are being asked for.

That is not a good surprise.

The alternative would've been
Winnie Davis.

Just come with me, Captain...

if I can still call you that
for the next minute or so.

This is it. She's Assistant Chief.

Or it's Fritz.

Anyone but Davis.

It has to be the Captain.

Can they ignore what she just did here?

Yeah? Watch.

Hey, check this out.

Roaches, rats, and Provenza.

They can survive anything.

Looks like I drew the short straw.

Congratulations, Leo!

This is an excellent,
excellent choice.

I couldn't agree more.

And I truly appreciate you allowing me

to keep my old office at Piper Tech,

which I'm about to go back to
right now, if you'll excuse me.

And...

congrats to you, too, Sharon.

Would it be out of line for me to say

how relieved I am?

Not at all.

Though your work may be
a little bit more difficult.

Fortunately,

Commander Raydor,

I think you're up to the job.

Commander?

Welcome to the top brass.

I'm not about giving officers
more responsibility

without the authority to go with it.

My God.

Dear.

I'd completely let go of this.
I didn't...

I didn't think...

Thank you, Chief.

Well...

have a seat.

Let me tell you

how I'd like to change Major Crimes...

into something better.

Okay.