06x12 - By Any Means: Part 3

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Previously on "Major Crimes"...

Less than hours ago, Emma told me

that she thought Phillip Stroh

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

As the police were checking out the gate

to Emma's backyard,
I had a Sniffy in my pocket,

giving me their contacts and the picture

they were anxious for me to text them

infected all their devices with malware,

and now I have autonomous
control of their cells.

They're practically staring at us. Look.

I need to take off for a few days.

Get ready for a quick exit.

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

Half the fee depends
on your finding my mother

before they do.

I was with another woman.

Don't worry, it was my boss's mum.

I have the name and address for the woman

who used to be Gwendolyn Stroh

in San Marino,
right next door to Pasadena.

Well, what's her name?

[KNOCKING]

Good evening. I'm Lieutenant
Michael Tao, L.A.P.D.

You are Abigail Atwood, I presume?

- Gwen.
- Did you say "Gwen"?

I hope you're not talking
about my mother that way.

Sorry, who are you?

Hunt Sanford, and Abigail Atwood,

- she's my mother.
- What the...

Oh, you're kidding me!

All of my businesses
and properties have cameras,

including Abigail's home.

They store locally

on SD cards in the camera...

sh*t! Locally!

What is that?

More importantly, who is that?

That's no one, Lieutenant Geezer.

[CHUCKLES]

That's no one.

Buzz, what happened?

BUZZ: I don't know, sir,
but there shouldn't

be anything wrong with the file.

TAO: We'll see.

SYKES: That man in the video,

I feel like I recognize that guy.

Yeah.

Yeah, he does look strangely familiar.

[SCOFFS] It's not enough of my face.

No, you can't tell anything from that.

Mike, find anything on that file?

I think the video has been deleted.

It appears to have been
corrupted remotely.

FLYNN: Remotely? How is that possible?

What about the cloud?

No, it's all local.

[SIGHS] How is that possible?

PROVENZA: I hate technology.

I don't give a damn what anybody says.

It does not make us safer.

How could it just disappear?

SYKES: Unless it was designed

to blow before we picked it up.

MASON: Whenever you get a clue

as to what's going on here,
Lieutenant, let me know.

Maybe we should try

unplugging our system and rebooting it.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
sh*t, sh*t, sh*t.

What the hell are you doing?

You unplugged your system
without turning it off.

Do you know how dangerous that is?

BUZZ: That video you wanted me
to find, sir,

is ready to play in Electronics.

♪♪

_

Reboot, reboot.

Son of a...

Come on. Reboot.

Reboot!

[BEEP]

Well?

I think someone's spying on us.

They knew we were watching the video

of Gwendolyn Stroh's visitor,

and they knew how to corrupt the file.

TAO: Spying on us? How?

We have really serious safeguards

on the L.A.P.D. intranet.

PAIGE: And if that were breached,

I.T. division would know immediately.

BUZZ: But the new smartboard
in the m*rder room

isn't on the intranet
because we wanted to be able

to download stuff off the web.

And our cellphones, they're not
on the intranet, either.

My cellphone has a passcode
and a thumbprint.

All of us have that.

Are you saying just one of us
was hacked or...?

It may be everybody.

How could that have happened?

We were all at Sharon's funeral together.

Someone could have set up
a clone cell tower

to override and substitute
our own Wi-Fi connections.

Our cellphones
aren't as secure as you think.

If someone figures out
how to gain control remotely

of our audio and camera functions,

spying on us would be pretty simple.

PROVENZA: So, we've been hacked. By who?

Wait, Buzz, where is your video
from Emma's house?

I was thinking the same thing.
That neighbor guy, Karl.

Holy crap.

He texted Wes a photo of the gate,

and Wes sent it to the rest of us.

Yeah, but not me,

so, uh, my phone is probably safe, right?

All right, Buzz.

Hold on. Here.
Let me fast forward to the gate.

♪♪

That's our witness who said
he lives behind Emma Rios,

and it's the same guy
from the surveillance video

in Gwendolyn Stroh's bedroom,

and he fits the profile.

Stroh usually has an accomplice
he can manipulate.

And he has no history of hacking skills.

So Stroh's partner posed as the neighbor

and walked the crime scene with us?

Why?

Well, that's how the, uh...

What do we call them now, Mike?

thr*at actors.

That's how the thr*at actor

uses the... uh, w-w-w-what is it?

- Homemade pineapple.
- Right, right.

Uh, homemade pineapple

to interrupt the, uh, what?

The Wi-Fi connections on our cells

superimposed with one of his own.

Except my phone,

which I had mistakenly
left on airport mode

after the funeral.

You mean airplane mode.

Whatever.

So how did this kid jump the Wi-Fi?

[SIGHS] Through the phone's Bluetooth.

People saw him turn it off.

In C.I., we exploit that
vulnerability on the bad guys.

Should have expected
they'd do the same thing to us.

Stroh definitely bugged the L.A.P.D.?

Well, actually, it was, uh,
just Major Crimes.

And he's been listening to us for days.

I assume that we actually
helped him find his mother.

It might be why he m*rder*d

her ex, Jim Bechtel,
in the first place...

to prod us into getting her new identity.

What if this... this hack

is a breach of the L.A.P.D. intranet?

I called Lieutenant Markham.

He already did a sweep
of unauthorized entries.

Didn't find a thing.

But the only way to be completely sure

is do a system-wide shutdown
and a reboot.

If we do that, though,
it raises a big red flag.

Stroh will know we found him,
and he could disconnect.

And we would miss
the chance to manipulate him

the way he has us.

You want to keep
the department's Internet online

just so you don't spook this guy?

That's dangerous, Chief.

If Stroh's accomplice gave him
access to our servers,

he could delete or download

crucial material from thousands
of investigations.

Excuse me, Chief.

I know mostly
I just turn things on and off,

but the computerized part
of the m*rder board

isn't connected to the L.A.P.D. intranet.

The hacker probably took over

the embedded cameras through my cell,

which is a paired device.

Well, what makes you think
he stopped there?

I have a theory...

I didn't ask you, Lieutenant.

I asked Mr. Watson,

who is so eager to join the conversation.

♪♪

Well, sir,

I-if this thr*at actor

had the technical skill
to hack into our servers,

why would he risk showing his face

to the very detectives hunting for him?

Plus the way he grabbed
our phones, I could do that.

So could Lieutenant Tao.

You, too, probably.

I'd call our hacker brazen,
not sophisticated.

♪♪

Good point.

Yes. Good point.

PROVENZA: If you were still
head of intelligence, Chief,

and you had the opportunity
to mislead suspects...

uh, uh, thr*at actors...

uh, the bad guys,

you would do it, wouldn't you?

You know or you wouldn't ask.

Computers are not my strong suit.

But I trust Tao

with all of that technical stuff
completely.

And Buzz... Buzz set up my printer.

So just hear me out.

I have a plan that I think may help us

lead Stroh into a trap.

Due to L.A.P.D.'s limited resources,

Chief Mason has decided
we need to reallocate personnel.

W-What do you mean by "reallocate"?

It means we can't have /
protection on certain subjects.

Which ones?

Stroh's mother, Gwendolyn, to start.

We've had six undercovers
outside her residence

for the last couple days.

FLYNN: You can't put
people's lives at risk...

- Hello, Dylan.
- ...over concerns

of the budget.

- Any progress?
- So, unfortunately,

I-I am having trouble

getting into your
almost-stepbrother's computer.

But we still have unrestricted access

to our idiot detectives. [CHUCKLES]

They're pulling back
on Gwen's security detail.

FLYNN: What if Stroh shows up
at his mother's house?

He was looking for her,
and now he found her.

Oh.

So they know about
your visit with my mother.

That was unavoidable, Phillip.

But they still have
absolutely no idea who I am.

So just watch a moment while they discuss

whether you're gonna k*ll your mother.

If I wanted to k*ll my mother,
she'd be dead already.

FLYNN: ...besides the former
Gwendolyn Beck?

What about the boys? Rusty and Gus?

We can keep the SIS officers inside,

but the ones outside the towers
have to be reassigned.

Oh, come on.
That's complete bullshit, Fritz.

You're turning my stepson
and his friend into live bait!

Andy, they're perfectly safe.
I promise you.

TAO: We can release Stroh's picture.

- Finally. A relevant idea.
- If I release his picture

and someone recognizes him
when we're not there,

Stroh might att*ck.

He is quick on his feet,

and he always seems to have
a backup scheme.

Sounds like you impressed them.

Yeah, I'm not sure about that,

but things are definitely
not going to plan.

I want the police spread thin,
and now they're regrouping.

FRITZ: ...shouldn't be just
protecting people...

Anything else happen while I was gone?

Like what?

...better suited to SOB resources.

They're not just detectives, you know.

They're a bunch of bureaucrats.

Budgets are more important
to them than outcomes.

They're idiots.

...that Stroh ends up k*lling.

[ SIGHS] I know you disagree with this.

I'm sorry, guys.

Yeah.

Well, save your apologies for the dead.

If anybody calls, I'll be in the office.

FLYNN: You notice he didn't say anything

about pulling protection from his wife.

TAO: 'Cause that's not happening.

Great handicap, not getting
into that office with Provenza.

Who cares? He's alone.

TAO: Let's keep sorting through
Stroh's past associates,

see if anyone's giving him a hand.

Where's Julio Sanchez?

And why did he leave
his phone at his desk?

SANCHEZ: Okay, so here's where we are.

I've gone on Zillow.

Zillow? What's Zillow?

Uh, it's a real-estate website.

And it shows that the house behind Emma's

on the other side of that gate

is a rental.

So how come you know about this Zillow?

Uh, nearly everyone knows
about Zillow, sir.

But I-I've been using it lately.

I'm looking to, um,
move closer to Mark's school.

I'll... I'll... I'll explain later.

Anyway, whoever leased
this property behind Emma's

hasn't been home since the m*rder.

He just said that the rental
agreement was managed online

and he never met the tenant.

Obviously Carl.

I've sent patrol to search

and asked ID to print
and collect DNA, sir.

DNA takes time.

Damn this boy.

Well, the, um, vase that he left
at Stroh's mother's house,

we don't have his prints,
and neither does the FBI.

But we do have

lots of good stuff
from the crime scene video

to try with facial recognition programs,

though we may need help
from some foreign governments.

Oh, great.

What else is it that we don't know?

The Czech patient

that we found on Emma's computer
with lung cancer

does not match Stroh's DNA, sir.

So, Stroh is not dying.

No, he is, sir,
because we're gonna k*ll him.

PHILLIP: Forget about the cops for now.

What I want to know is, Dylan,

where's my mother's money?

♪♪

DYLAN: When Gwen was diagnosed
with dementia about two years ago,

she turned over the living trust

created in her new name, Abigail Atwood,

to your almost-stepbrother, Hunt.

Hunt has his own wealth management
company, Telegram Capital,

very successful,

and he has been very good
with your mum's assets.

Great. Has he kept
those assets separate from his?

Yes, but he eventually closed
all of Gwen's joint accounts,

which is why your money
in Cyprus disappeared.

So, how do I get
my $ million back from Hunt?

We still have the capacity

for immediate transfers, don't we?

Sure.

Uh, we can get the money out as planned

and into the Bitcoin wallet
I set up for you,

but I need access to Hunt's
business accounts and...

You said you could hack anything.

I did not say that.

I told you I could grab phones,
individual computers,

and wireless networks.

Normally, that provides me

with enough information
to go the distance,

but Hunt runs a large
financial institution.

I-I'd need a-a good username or names

and possibly many passwords
to access your mother's trust.

I need floor plans
to his offices and houses

and his calendar.

Can you get me his schedule?

Floor plans to his house?

Uh...

He has a wife and two kids.

♪♪

You don't care about having
to k*ll his kids?

Let me see if I can help you with this.

I want you to look
at these people... like insects.

Ants, for example.

Ants that don't get
into your house are fine.

Ants in your kitchen
need to be exterminated.

How do you feel when you step
on an ant, Dylan?

Do you ever really ask yourself
if that ant was a child?

Right.

I see.

Well, uh...

Unlike Gwendolyn's house,
Hunt's is covered

by surveillance cameras
inside and outside,

some of which transmit
live video to a security company

it would take me days to hack into.

Days?

Risky.

♪♪

One other thing.

Once we get access
to your brother's accounts,

there's no reason we can't pick
his company clean.

He manages upwards
of half a billion dollars.

I mean, instead of just taking
your mother's money...

- No.
- We don't...

No, we are not doing that.

k*ll a few people
here and there, nobody cares.

But you take $ million,

and the law will never
stop looking for you.

And the more money you steal,
the easier it is to trace.

We can't just think
about what we want, Dylan,

but how we might become vulnerable.

Like your girlfriend.

You realize, I'm sure,

that she is how they'll
catch you eventually.

She or somebody like her.

There's no one like Ella.

She's the reason I've stuck by you.

- She's...
- Ella is part of a pattern

that you repeat that the police...

Ella is not a pattern!
She's the love of my life!

Hey, you want to talk about patterns?

Uh, you have a pattern
of murdering people.

Maybe that's how you'll get caught.

Do not talk to me about Ella.

I love her.

And love...

[SIGHS]

You know nothing about love.

True.

But I am an expert on sex offenders.

Never mind.

Ella is dead weight,
and I don't really care

what happens to you when we're done.

Let's go back to Hunt.

If he is heavily guarded,

I really need that calendar.

Is there a way
you can get me his schedule?

♪♪

RUSTY: I still don't understand
how Stroh finds these weirdos

who are willing to partner up
with a psychopath.

I mean, who are these people?

As you can see here

in the case of Mary Wellington,
Stroh's own mother.

Mary Wellington. Who is that?

Stroh's first victim from .

He r*ped and m*rder*d her

while they were both still
in high school together.

And where did you find her?

Stroh's mother confessed

to helping Phillip hide this girl's body.

[SIGHS]

I mean, I sort of understand it.

She's just trying to protect her son.

GUS: But protected him
in a messed-up way,

not what Sharon did for you.

Stroh took part in a sex crime,

and his mother shielded him
from the consequences.

She didn't know what he would
be like as an adult.

You mean a lawyer?

Sorry. It's...

It's just relatable,

and that's what Mom told me
to keep in my mind.

Anyway, that's not
what's freaking me out here.

Well, what's the deal, then?

It's just I don't think
that's all there is

to the name Wellington.

But still, it makes me wonder

if his mom really knew
how Phillip would end up,

maybe she would have been
scared enough to turn him in.

You know what? That's a good point.

It's worth a sh*t.

What's worth a sh*t?

This just in...
Chagrin Falls Police found

the skeletal remains
of a female adolescent

right where Stroh's mother said

she and Phillip buried Mary Wellington.

[SIGHS]

Look at all these young blond women.

That one... m*rder*d during
an attempted sexual as*ault.

Those five... r*ped
and strangled to death.

SANCHEZ: The judge,
Stroh's college friend,

that was an ugly death.

The Uber driver whose body
was found in the Salton Sea.

BUZZ: Probably those five other people

listed as accidents and a su1c1de,

then Emma, his stepfather, Jim Bechtel.

Oh, and don't forget what
happened to Stroh's accomplices.

One in jail for the rest of his life,

and the other, Wade Weller,
was sh*t to death.

FLYNN: And then all the prisoners

that he befriended in County
and had m*rder*d.

And then there was that freak,
Burning Man, the god Mars.

Remember that guy?

Stroh betrayed him, too.

STRYKER: Yeah.

Is there anybody who deals with Stroh

who he doesn't end up k*lling?

Are you ready?

TAO: Okay, Buzz, print the screen,

- collate it. We'll keep...
- Dylan: Um...

Yeah, I don't... I don't think
it's a great idea

for you to come with me, actually.

We've planned this out.

I sit in the back,
monitor the L.A.P.D. phones,

and you drive.

Might find an opportunity.

Humor me.

Put the password into your
little deadman's switch

in case we're late getting back.

♪♪

[SIGHS]

♪♪

PROVENZA: How's our
Phillip Stroh play going?

[DOOR CLOSES]

Flynn in the running for an Oscar?

I don't know about that,

but if Stroh's accomplice
has been listening,

he's got a lot to think about.

Anything in there?

Interpol just identified
our hacking thr*at actor.

Name... Dylan Baxter.

At last, a familiar face.

Dylan's , British.

With a good American accent.

Studying computer science
at Trinity College Cambridge.

He was kicked out his sophomore year

for hacking into the webcams of co-eds.

Yeah, no charges were filed, though,

but Dylan also has
an appetite... big surprise...

for computer equipment
he ought not to have.

Which the Cyprus police discovered

when he was arrested two years ago

for using credit cards he'd swiped

off tourists' cellphones.

Yeah, he was picked up purchasing tickets

to fly out of Larnaca
International Airport in Cyprus

in the company of a -year-old girl

with whom he was having an affair.

How did he get free?

We don't know
except charges were dropped,

his fingerprints disappeared,
and Dylan vanished.

I assume bribery was involved.

His family is pretty wealthy,

though they seem to have disowned him

after the Peeping Tom business.

It would... We have Interpol
coordinating with Cyprus authorities.

And I'm trying to see if the FBI can find

any financial connection to Stroh.

So, what's next?

Well, I think...

now that we know beyond doubt
that our spy is a hacker

that maybe we should, um,
offer some kind of a challenge.

♪♪

DYLAN: He's completely covered by
some very serious-looking guys.

And I imagine they're heavily armed.

Guards don't matter.

Long as you can get close enough
to download Sanford's phone.

DYLAN: It's gonna depend
on their driving formation.

There's more of them than I expected.

Probably means two vehicles.

Let's try some positive thinking, Dylan.

Assume we grab Hunt's schedule,

and I can find myself
a spot on his calendar.

[ENGINE STARTS]

How long to complete
the financial transfer?

That depends entirely
on how fast he cooperates.

♪♪

♪♪

What are you doing?
Is the street not clear?

I'm pausing so the traffic light
to my right turns red

and I have a sh*t
for Hunt driving up beside me.

Just let me handle this, okay?

I know what I'm doing.

♪♪

Can I help?

Yes. You can be quiet

so I don't have to talk to you
when Hunt pulls up next to me.

♪♪

[DIALING, RINGING]

- [CELLPHONE RINGS]
- Hello?

[SOUTHERN ACCENT] Hi, there.
Is that, uh, Mr. Hunt Sanford?

Yeah. Who's this?

Hi. My name's Dennis Angler.

I'm calling from California Sunshine.

Uh, we're trying to inform
all of our L.A. customers...

Okay, look... about
an exciting opportunity

to install solar panels
for a % discount,

but we really...

Listen, I'm not interested.

Please take my number off your list.

♪♪

[DEVICE BEEPS]

[CELLPHONE CLATTERS]

I just pretty much cloned
his whole phone...

E-mail, calendar, contacts, credit cards.

- And he'll never know.
- Oh, he'll know.

But not tonight.

Let's go home.

♪♪

It's easier to collect notes
on your phone.

I have apps you can have...

You know, if Stroh goes to trial,

my phone will get subpoenaed
and I may never see it again.

Plus, a notebook can't get hacked.

Here it is. Here it is.

Aaron Dunn. Aaron Dunn.

His former mother-in-law
is Alice Wellington.

That can't be a coincidence.

His ex-wife Liz is probably
Mary Wellington's sister.

And, uh, Liz is the, uh,
the florist from, uh, Colorado

who d*ed in the... the single-car
accident?

Right, yeah. And I have her
mother's cellphone number

because Aaron said he uses it

so his children can FaceTime
their grandmother.

If she is Mary's mom, too...

I can help.

Let me help you.
I'm being protected, too.

- [FACETIME RINGING]
- You're not alone here.

Unless you want to be.

- [COMPUTER BEEPS]
- I don't... I don't think it's working.

WOMAN: It's working, Grandma.
They can see you.

Just talk.

Oh. It's a boy.

Hello. Do you see me?

Hi. Hi.

Uh, Mrs. Wellington,

my name is Rusty Beck.

I'm actually the assistant

to a deputy district attorney
for Los Angeles County,

and she's in charge
of prosecuting a case.

Oh. Is the man who k*lled Mary
in Los Angeles?

That's where the police said

that they got the information about, um,

where her... body was hidden.

Mrs. Wellington, if I could
just ask you a few questions.

Um, back when Mary went missing,

were you friends with a woman
named Gwendolyn Stroh?

Oh, you... Oh, you mean Gwen Bechtel?

Yes, yes. Gwen Bechtel. You knew her?

Yes.

Her and her family went to our church.

Uh, the... the Bechtels, especially Gwen,

were very, very kind to us
after Mary went missing.

And, in fact, they, uh, they offered, uh,

to help with extra searches
for our local police.

Interesting.

That... That... That's, um,
that's very interesting.

And... And, um, did you keep
in touch with Gwen afterwards?

At first.

My daughter Liz,
she was just so, um, disturbed

by everything that had happened,

and... and Liz was...

Oh, she... You know,

she just kept on hunting for... for Mary

even after the rest of us had stopped.

And, uh, Gwen,
she just went out of her way

to help get Liz back on track.

She, um, offered to, uh, pay
for a college degree

if she'd just sign up
at a-a-a university.

So... So Gwen Bechtel gave you money?

It... It was Liz that...
that she kept sending cash.

Even after she, uh, you know, graduated

up until, um, oh... right before,
um, my poor Liz passed.

♪♪

[CHUCKLES] I'm so sorry.

[CHUCKLES]

You know, you think
you've cried over something

for the last time.

[LAUGHS] It just...

I-I know. Um...

Nothing hurts more than losing family.

Thank you for talking to me,
Mrs. Wellington,

and, um, my condolences.

It was very kind of you people
to help bring Mary back.

And I thank you.

Excuse me.

[SIGHS]

What kind of mother pays off people

- to hide her son's k*lling spree?
- I don't know.

But if she did it once,
odds are she did it a lot.

Okay. Stroh's law professor
cut back on travel,

and his science teacher...

I wonder.

Hey.

Your mother said not to play detective.

♪♪

So, I've been looking through my
father's old financial records,

and I'm finding years
and years of statements

from a bank account
that he shared in common

with a Gwendolyn Stroh.

I'd never heard of her before.

And this account shows
yearly cash transfers of $ ,

starting in... hold on... uh, .

Hmm.

What else happened in ,

uh, that you can remember?

Oh.

He had to take off work

because of an accident he had in school.

Um, what kind of accident?

He'd done a demonstration
with sulfuric acid,

and the next day, one of his students,

not realizing how dangerous the acid was,

he accidentally splashed

my father's shoulder and arm with it.

Dad washed it off with water
as fast as he could,

but he still had to go
to the hospital with burns.

It's funny, you know,
some boy recently called me

about a former student of my father's...

a Phillip Stroh.

Is he related to Gwendolyn?

She's his mother.

Joan, Phillip Stroh was the student

who splashed your father with acid,

and it was not an accident.

I don't understand.

Why would his mother
pay my dad so much money?

Best not to think about that.

Did this Phillip Stroh...
did he m*rder my dad?

Well, we can't rule it out.

Okay. Uh...

I'll get all of this to you
as fast as I can.

PROVENZA: Thank you, Joan.
We appreciate it.

And we'll talk to you
as soon as we know more.

So, what is going on here?

Stroh is murdering people
he missed the first time

and who his mom bribed to keep quiet?

Ms. Wellington did say

that Liz kept searching for her sister

long after everyone else stopped.

- Lieutenant Provenza.
- What is it, Buzz?

We figured out how to trick Dylan

into grabbing malware on a file
that we've corrupted...

Uh, uh, you lost me at "malware."

Show me. Don't tell me.

Take me to the demonstration, please.

♪♪

They seem to be at an impasse.

So are we.

Well, it looks like
Hunt's schedule is fully booked

for at least the next four months.

And I don't think we can play
the waiting game here.

Uh, I guess I could text him
a photo, see if he...

No. Look.

He has an hour appointment
at : a.m. tomorrow morning

and every other Friday
till the end of the year.

Wonder what that is.

No description, but there is an address.

Find out what's in that building.

[KEYBOARD CLACKING]

♪♪

Showtime.

Sir, we got a hit from Interpol

on the identity of our thr*at actor.

His name is Dylan Baxter.

Printing his mug sh*t and rap sheet.

- What the hell?
- Originally from London.

They know who I am.

[BREATHING HEAVILY] What? How...

How do they know who I am?!

[COMPUTER BEEPS]

Holy cow.

Guys, that's the kid who showed
us the gate at Emma's house,

who called himself Karl.

Let me grab the crime scene video.

You bunch of wankers!

Uh... Uh... They know who I am!

They know who I am!

Calm down.

Go back to getting me the details
on that building, all right?

- But look...
- Sit down.

Look! They have my face!

Yes, they have my face, too,
yet here I am.

TAO: Oh, my, he's got a record for...

- Sit down.
- ...spying on young girls.

He's a hacker. How about that?

Should we just assume
stereotypes are true

and the hacker's a puny,
little mama's boy

too scared of his own shadow
for the real world?

STRYKER: That's not always the case.

Some guys just get into hacking

to steal nude photos of girls
they can never, ever have.

I don't do that anymore, you bitch!

I have a real girlfriend now,
someone who loves me!

Caught trying to leave Cyprus
with a -year-old girl.

Child molester.

I am not a child molester!

She came onto me, you assholes! Hey!

FLYNN: bucks says we find
the little creep.

He wets his pants trying to tell us

everything we want to know

'cause that's how molesters behave.

We have to get out of here.

We have to get out of here
right now, soon as we can.

Stop panicking.

If we finish this by tomorrow,

they will never see your face again,

so stop worrying about it.

Sit down.

TAO: Here we go.

Interpol is all over Dylan Baxter.

He's gonna be a cinch to find.

Has the tip line started sending updates?

Just now. Maybe something
good will turn up.

Let's go find our security detail.

Bye, Andy.

There's something happening
in that building tomorrow.

We need to find out what it is.

Just give me a second.

The building.

I want to grab this tip line folder

off Lieutenant Tao's phone and...

Dylan, the building.

If we get caught,
it'll be all your fault.

♪♪

Okay.

Nothing yet.

But if he opens that document,
it'll lead us back to him?

BUZZ: Eventually, yes.

Let me get my team ready to jump.

One second.

[SIGHS]

I don't like just standing here.

But you've been right so far, Lieutenant.

Let's hope Stroh takes the bait

and we can keep him from escaping.

By any means.

By any means.

♪♪

You want to talk about anything?

Not really. No.

All right. Good night.

All right. Good night.

Okay, uh...

As hard as I've been trying
to figure this out,

I don't understand what Stroh is up to.

I mean, he's... he's been trying
to find his mom so hard,

maybe even k*lling people
to find out her new name,

and then he doesn't even go to see her,

sends this Dylan freak instead.

♪♪

What? Do... Do you have an idea?

Yeah, I do.

And I talked to Andy about it,

and he actually said he agreed with me.

Wait, you told Andy
about this idea before me?

What are you talking about?

Look, we've been trapped here
together night after night,

and I am bunking on this sofa.

No, just... just listen.

Since I could be k*lled
for caring about you,

isn't it a little nuts
that we can't sleep together?

♪♪

And Andy's fine
with me sharing your bedroom.

I don't know.

I mean, um...

We wouldn't even be in this
position in the first place

- if... if it weren't...
- Oh, my God.

So many terrible,
awful things have happened

because of Phillip Stroh.

Can't something good come out of this?

Does it all have to be
a terrible disaster?

Just one night.

Just give me a chance.

Don't I deserve a chance?

♪♪

FLYNN: What if he only wants the money?

Maybe it's not related
to witnesses or revenge.

Maybe Stroh is focused

on all of his mother's
joint checking accounts

that were closed by Hunt Sanford.

As hard as this is for me to say,

I agree with Flynn.

The only common thread
we found through the victims

is that Mama Stroh was paying them off.

Except DDA Rios.

Sleight of hand, boss. He misdirected us.

Had a file planted on Emma's computer

to trick us into thinking
he had a bucket list

and was crossing off names the hard way.

Now we know better. Stroh isn't dying.

And it's an undeniable fact

that all of these people
lost money because of Hunt!

Well, maybe Stroh
was in the same situation.

He knew who his mother was paying
off from his earlier life.

He thought maybe they know where she is.

And when they couldn't tell him,
like Jim Bechtel,

he knocked them off, sir.

PROVENZA: Which means,
in my humble opinion,

that the person most in danger
right now is Hunt Sanford.

And Sanford won't listen to us,

and we have no grounds
to pick him up, sir.

So, we were hoping

that you would call him on our behalf,

use your rank,
that amazing voice of yours

just to inform him of the situation.

Where are we in locating the hacker?

Why don't we have
Stroh's accomplice in custody?

PAIGE: We will, boss.

Once we blow this up

into something that looks huge to him,

he'll click on that tip folder.

He won't be able to resist.

PROVENZA: In the meantime...

♪♪

[CELLPHONE RINGS]

Yes?

Mr. Sanford, Assistant Chief of Police

Leo Mason, L.A.P.D.

- You have a moment?
- Not really,

but if you can be quick,
I'll try and fit you in.

I'll hurry.

Our detectives are looking

at some bank accounts
opened by your mother

over a period of several decades

that you closed
once the courts awarded you

her power of attorney
for all things financial.

Those accounts were ridiculous.

Most of them had money going in
every year and disappearing,

and she couldn't explain

what they were for. Why?

Do you recall the locations
of those accounts?

Uh, Michigan was one,

Colorado, Pennsylvania, Arizona,

and a really big one overseas in Cyprus.

$ million shrinking

at the rate of about $ , a year.

Do you remember the name in which
that account was jointly held?

Mr. Sanford?

[BREAKING] Hello? Hello?

Do you remember the name
on your stepmother's

[BREAKING] account in Cyprus?

Sorry. You're... You're breaking up.

- [BREAKING] Mr. Sanford?
- Hello? Hello?

Cyprus.

Confirmation he closed Stroh's account.

♪♪

Okay.

Let's try and figure out where Hunt is

and augment his bodyguards
with an SIS security detail.

Julio, I need an answer
by end of business tomorrow.

No harm, no foul if you pass.

Yes, sir.

♪♪

Uh, chief, uh...

[DOOR CLOSES]

♪♪

Don't tell me I'm on schedule.

Well, you're not late, sir.

[CAR DOOR CLOSES]

Takes seconds to get
from here to the office.

I have less than .

This is why you're in therapy, dude.

♪♪

We're here, sir.

[DOOR OPENS]

[BEEP]

[BUZZER]

We'll be right here, sir.

Sorry I'm late, Dr. Perez.

The ride took longer than normal.

Why is it so dark in here?

Doc... Dr. Perez?

Oh, sh*t.

Ah! Hi, Hunt.

Nice to finally meet you.

I would like your help,

but if you scream, I'll be forced

to shove this Kn*fe through your neck

and let your bodyguards find you
about an hour from now.

Are you Phillip?

I am.

And you're the guy who closed

my mother's bank account in Cyprus.

[BREATHING SHAKILY] Please.

D-Don't k*ll me.

I have a wife and kids.

Oh, I know.

I know you're a family man.

Just cooperate.

Everyone will be safe.

Okay. Let's have a seat.

Please. Please.

[GROANS]

As I was saying, cooperate,

or I will r*pe and m*rder your wife

and k*ll your kids.

Nod, please, if you understand me.

Thank you.

Okay.

Now, you should know,

these walls have been soundproofed

so that patients can shout
and weep and not be heard.

I suppose a g*nsh*t might give me away,

but I'm using a Kn*fe.

It's very effective.

Ask your shrink.

In order for you to avoid
winding up in his position,

I need you to take this computer,

log in to Telegram Capital,

access my mother's living trust
in a very big hurry.

I said hurry.

♪♪

Um...

[KEYBOARD CLACKING]

[COMPUTER BEEPS]

[CELLPHONE RINGS]

We're good. Put him on the phone.

Just do as you're told.

I'll tie you up, be on my way.

DYLAN: Uh, hey, Hunt.

I need you to log
into your Telegram password

ending in the numbers .

♪♪

[KEYBOARD CLACKING]

[KEYBOARD CLACKING]

♪♪

♪♪

[KEYBOARD CLACKING]

♪♪

Well?

Your money's out of the country.

♪♪

Thank you for your cooperation.

[SIGHS]

[EXHALES SHARPLY]

sh*t.

Now, if you'd please stand up.

♪♪

You won't get away with this.

Yeah, people always say that to me.

[GRUNTS]

[GROANS]

You'll be happy to know
that, despite everything,

we're still on schedule.

♪♪

[TELEPHONE RINGS IN DISTANCE]

We're up on Cyprus.

Tracked down Gwendolyn Bechtel's
account over there

held jointly with a Dr. William Tom.

Gets worse.

The bank employee in charge

of administering
Stroh's account in Cyprus...

found dead three weeks after
all the money was withdrawn.

That'd be where Stroh
started his latest run.

So...

Let's give them a suspect.

Cami, get in touch

with the local authorities in Cyprus.

Feed them whatever name

Stroh was using to access that account.

And we've got a new start
to our timeline.

I'll call Interpol.

Assuming Stroh left Cyprus
under his alias,

maybe we can start
locking down his travel route.

Thank you, Amy. Thank you.

You know what the deal is with Sanchez?

Mason offering him another job.

More of a promotion.

Uh, lieutenant, criminal intelligence.

Homicide is kind of tough
on a single parent.

Don't worry about it.

This time, we're gonna catch
the son of a bitch.

But we're still behind.

♪♪

If we lose Stroh this time, Mike,

we'll never see him again.

I don't just want Stroh
because he's dangerous.

I want him because if I only get to do

one thing while I'm in charge
of Major Crimes, please...

...please let it be

removing this bastard
from the face of the Earth.

♪♪

♪♪

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