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You don't remember me, do you?
Fuck you! Fuck...

Jose, she's here.

Did she find it?

Don't wave.

All right.

Mom, hurry up.

Mom!

Riley! She's back.

Riley! Just keep going.

I know you can hear me.

Honestly, I don't know
what you were thinking.

Sorry, Peg. I said I was sorry.

This parking lot is
where we set up.

Everybody knows that, from
here to the Pottery Barn.

We have earned this
spot because we sell

more Firefly Christmas
baked cookies than anyone.

Maybe if you actually showed up to a Den
Mother meeting, you'd know these...

Well, not all of us can sit around
in our perfect little houses

south of the Boulevard, Peg.

Some of us have to work.

I will be lodging a
formal grievance

at the next Den Mother meeting.
Okay, you do that.

I don't think you're
Firefly Troop material.

Neither one of you.

Come on, Penelope.

What an asshole.

Don't say that. Well, she is.

Well, maybe so. But still...

You should've punched
her lights out.

Punched her lights out, huh?

You can't go around punching
people who are jerks.

Then you're just as
bad as they are.

Mom, I know you took
the morning off work.

Thanks, for trying to help me.

Do you know how amazing you are?

Happy birthday, get in the car.

Run, run, run. Go, go, go.

Listen, I wouldn't ask...

When do you think?

Next month.

Right. Yeah, thanks.

Hi, Daddy. Hey, squirt.

Oh, how are you? Hey.

I'm good. Good.

I should be home by 4:30. Okay.

Someone's gonna have
a birthday party.

The other kids will
be there by 4:00.

Can you handle 30
minutes on your own?

How many other kids?

All my friends, Daddy.

Chris North, everything in your life
has prepared you for this moment.

Oh, hey, I'm late. Love you.

Love you, bye.

Love you. Bye, guys. Bye!

Come here, birthday girl. Oh!

Oh, hi, Mr. Watson.
I'm late. Sorry.

Well, we'll talk about it later. I
gotta do some Christmas shopping.

Okay. And I need you
to close today.

Oh, today is actually...
Dee Dee called in sick.

So you're closing.

It's my daughter's birthday...
You asked for extra hours.

I'm giving them to you.
You're closing.

Are you sure, Mickey?
Are you really sure?

'Cause, don't put me in a situation...
I got kids too, man.

Ten minutes, our lives change.
Our kids' lives change.

Nobody knows, nobody will know,
all you gotta do is drive.

I'll take care of
everything else.

I don't know, Mickey.
I don't know.

You wanna get Riley a house, right?
Good school for Carly.

This greasy hand shit, it's
not gonna get you there, man.

This will.

Hi!

I'm here.

Happy birth...

Where's everybody?

Nobody came.

Nobody came?

Riley, Peg.

Let's forget that little snafu

in the parking lot
ever happened.

We're having a little
holiday get-together today,

Penelope invited
the whole class.

I think Carly's invite must
have gotten lost in the mail.

Feel free to stop by. If you're
not doing anything else.

I'm sure you remember the address.
South of the Boulevard.

Hope to see you guys.

Told you.

You should've punched
her lights out.

You know what, buddy?

We don't need them anyway.

It's your birthday.

My birthday sucks!

Carly, language.

It does.

We're gonna go out for pizza.

Um, we are, just the three of us.
It'll be fun.

And then we're gonna go... we're
gonna go to the Christmas carnival.

Yeah! Oh! Yes, the
Christmas carnival.

And when we get there, we
are gonna ride every ride,

and play every game.

We'll do all the virus and
germ infested... Whatever.

But I'm good with that,
it's your birthday.

And then... Ice cream?

Ice cream. Ice cream. Yes!

Heck, yes. Ice cream,
yes, as much as you want.

All right, we're gonna have a big night.
Go get a jacket.

Let's go, go, go. Yeah!
I'll be ready in a second.

I'm sorry, I just...

Hey, honey...

it's not always
gonna be like this.

You promise?

Yeah. I promise.

Come here.

This is Mickey. I'm not here right
now, please leave a message.

Mickey, hey, it's Chris.

I'm out.

I'm not risking it.

It's not worth it, man.

All right, listen, I'm sorry. Uh,
give me a call when you get this.

Where's your dad? He's out here.

Oh, good.

Carnival! Yay!

All right.

Here we go.

Carnival. I'm so excited.

It's me. Is the boss around?

I found the other one.

Seriously, you trying
to rip me off?

Did you really think you were
gonna get away with it, Mickey?

Hey, boss, it's for you.

It's Cortez.

I have to take this phone call.

I hope you don't mind, Mickey.

Talk to me. What you got?

I'm tailing the other guy.
What do you want me to do?

Smoke him.

Make an example.

A loud one.

Mickey,

is this what you wanted?

Huh?

Is this gonna make all
your problems go away?

Feels good, huh?

Have some folding cash on you.

Right?

Right?

Fucking puto.

Yay! I'm the king!

Give me that one.

High five!

I kept my eyes open
almost the whole... Oh!

Oh, I hope I look smart.

Aw. Not so much. Look at me.

You're a booger.

Pretty charming. Oh, ice cream!

Let's get ice cream.

Come on. We're coming,
we're coming.

Hey, what'll it be?

Uh, two of your finest
Rocky Roads, and...

Yes, and whatever
the little lady...

Peppermint. Double scoop.

And a peppermint double scoop.

All right. It's her birthday.

Happy birthday to you.
Thank you.

...with the... Yeah, I agree.

Goodness, look at that.

Can I try that?

Do you like it?

Birthday, kiddo.
Bye, sweetie pie.

I'll grab a napkin. Okay.

Okay.

Do you mind? Yeah, you got it.

Thank you. Have a good night.
Bye-bye.

I know. Every day! We're gonna
have your birthday every day.

Hey, make sure we can
get it in the car.

Ready?

Three, two...

Adult female, 35 years old.
Gunshot wound to the head.

Severe cerebral hemorrhaging,
vitals holding.

Closing up.

We're good.

Can I take a look?

It's messed up, I get it.

But you need to get
your game face on.

We got a job here, all right?

Shit ain't easy when it's a kid.

It's not supposed to be easy.

That's the difference
between us and them.

You were supposed to call
me the moment she woke up.

You don't wake up from a
medically-induced coma

like flipping on a light switch.

The gunshot may have
missed her brain,

but the cerebral swelling...
But she's gonna be all right?

"All right," is out of my hands.

When her memory returned she...

We had to restrain her and
she had to be sedated.

Mrs. North.

My name is Detective Stan Carmichael...
Detective.

I've been waiting to speak
to you for a long time.

I'm very sorry for your loss.

Forgive me for jumping in so abruptly,
but we have three suspects in custody,

who we otherwise will
have to release tomorrow.

Detective, this is
really not the time.

I... I can talk.

We think that what happened may
be linked to your husband.

There were rumors
he was involved

in a plan to rob a drug dealer

named Diego Garcia.

He wouldn't have to...
He wouldn't do that.

No, yes, you're
absolutely right.

We recovered a voicemail
on his friend's telephone,

your husband did refuse
to go along with it, but,

word had already gotten out.

And got back to Garcia.

Now, an informant has given
us a very credible lead,

but no witnesses are
willing to step up.

We know everything, but
can't prove anything.

Detective.

I think that's enough now.

You get some rest, Mrs.
North, I'll come back.

But I, uh...

thought you might
wanna have this.

I saw them.

All right, bring 'em out.

Let's go. Get in there.

Um...

It's number five.

Number five, step forward.

Take 'em out. Next group.

Number three.

Number three, step forward.

That's him.

Four.

Hmm.

Are you sure?

Yes, I'm sure.

Hey, thanks.

What's the matter,
you not hungry?

Tell me what that is.

That would be a detective badge.

That would be all they found on the
last cop who went after Diego Garcia.

It was in his locker,
hanging in his locker here,

inside Metro Homicide
Headquarters.

Garcia has people on the inside?

Garcia has a nickname,
La Guillotine.

There's a reason for
that shit, Stan.

Chris North didn't
even rob Garcia.

He just considered it, and he's on the
wrong side of the grass with his kid.

Whatever happens with
this case, let it happen.

Don't be stupid.

You'll only get dead and
it won't change anything.

Hello?

Oh, Mrs. North. Who are you?

I hope you don't mind
I let myself in.

Um, I'm... I'm a friend.

Uh, do you wanna have a seat?

What do you want?

Eviction notice.

I can only imagine how awful
all of this has been for you.

I mean, how does one even begin to
recover from something like that?

Why are you here?

I just, uh... I just wanna
give you a bit of advice.

The road to recovery has
to begin somewhere.

The recognition that um...
as gut-wrenching as it is,

in the end, nothing's gonna
bring your family back.

I know, and that's the regrettable,
yet unavoidable truth.

Eventually, maybe
not right away,

but eventually it'll be
time for you to move on.

New place, new
clothes, new memories.

A new life.

What is this?

Lorazepam. Lithium. Risperidone?
That's an antipsychotic.

Hey!

I think it's time
for you to leave.

Maybe you've made a mistake.

Your memory is a little hazy.

I'm just putting it out there.

Maybe you didn't see things

the way you thought
you saw them.

Hmm?

Get out of my house.
Get out of my house!

Get out!

You think that you're
gonna have justice?

Make them all pay?

They won't.

Get the fuck out!

Is there anything else you would like
to ask the witness, Mr. Henderson?

One last question, Your Honor.

Mrs. North, just to
clarify one point.

Did you see them get
out of the car?

No. Hmm.

Did the car ever stop moving?

No.

And yet you identified my clients
as the alleged shooters?

They did it.
Objection, Your Honor.

Calls for legal conclusion.

Sustained.

Mrs. North, we're interested in facts. Not
opinions. He just asked me a question

and I just answered. It's okay.

You identified my
clients, correct?

Yes, I did. They did it...
Okay. Okay.

And are you currently on any
antipsychotic medications?

What?

Lorazepam. Lithium. Risperidone?
Wait.

Is there anything else we should
know about? But that's not...

Wait, that's not accurate. You
identified not one, but three men

in a moving vehicle at
night from 30 feet.

After a month in a coma...
I saw them.

And a mental breakdown... It's
not something you forget.

And under the influence of antidepressant
and antipsychotic medications.

Excuse me, he's not
listening to me!

Is it possible that your recollection
isn't what you thought it was?

No.

No further questions,
Your Honor.

Wait, but you're not hearing me.
Can you help me out?

You're the district attorney.
Can't you do anything?

I didn't even take
those pills...

It is the opinion of this court
that in this preliminary hearing,

the evidence is insufficient

for a juror to
reasonably conclude

that the State has met
its burden of proof.

I see no reason to hold the
defendants over for trial.

Wait a minute. This
can't be over.

These men killed my family. Mrs.
North, you're excused.

No, they killed my family!

This guy showed up in my house.
You are excused, Mrs. North.

No, I am not finished!

You are excused, Mrs... Mrs. North.
He offered me money!

No, no, no! I am not done! Mrs.
North, you're excused!

They are killers! They're fucking killers!
Mrs. North. Bailiffs!

Get away from me! I'm
gonna kill them.

Bailiffs, remove this woman.

Mrs. North, I'm remanding you to a
mental health treatment program.

Next case.

Why is she bleeding?
What happened?

She wouldn't stop banging
her head into the bars.

She's all yours now. All right.

Mrs. North? Riley, it's
Detective Stan Carmichael.

Do you hear me?

Hey, guys, come on, come on.

She saw her family get murdered and
the guys who did it just walked.

How about you lighten up?

Clear? One, two, three.

Where is she going? County
General, psych hold.

That place is a nightmare.

County General, psych hold.

That place is a nightmare.

Hang on. Let me make a call.

Hey!

You all right? Yeah.

Sorry.

Well, you called it.

She'll turn up.

One way or another,
they always do.

Carmichael, 3-8-7-7,
Gang Homicide.

Don't you look especially
pretty this morning.

Thanks for showing up.

I've always been a firm
believer in beauty sleep.

Pro tip.

Wait until you're dead
before you embalm yourself.

Well,

that's new.

Good morning, Lisa. You
got a minute? What?

Somebody drove a truck
into a gun store

out in San Bernardino a
couple of nights ago.

The place was a
class-three dealer

and military-grade stuff.

ATF called us after reviewing
the security footage.

Uh, it was a woman. They got a
partial frame of the suspect's face.

Give it to the DHS
Fusion Center.

Let them run it through their
facial recognition system.

I did. Got a possible
match from customs

on a stowaway incident,
container ship,

at the Port of LA
three months ago.

Uh, your name popped up
on the case file, so I...

Inman.

Inman.

Are you maybe thinking
what I'm thinking?

Carmichael.

Who?

Yeah, sure.

The FBI wants to talk to us.

Feds?

Did you guys run
out of terrorists?

How come the feds care about
a squirrelly soccer mom?

Didn't she smack you in
the head five years ago?

Smacking dumbasses ain't
a federal offense.

Ha-ha.

Bank robbery is.

The night Riley North
got away from you,

she stole $55,000 from the
bank where she was employed.

Are we talking about the same Riley North?
Bank robbery?

Mm-hmm. She just disappeared,
completely off the grid,

as if she just ceased to be.

You're shitting me.
She wasn't the type.

I agree.

A woman with no priors, even if
her family is brutally murdered

doesn't just up and take 50
large and then take off.

Got my attention.

How many times did you betray
your oath, Your Honor?

I think that you're so goddamn
corrupt, I don't even stand out.

Well...

So, here's the deal.

If you can tell me my
name, I'll let you live.

I mean, you'll eat out of a
tube the rest of your life,

but you'll live.

You ready?

Do you remember my name?

Interpol tagged her
four months later.

Used her real name in a
hospital in Hong Kong.

Showed up with a
dislocated shoulder,

facial fracture,
ruptured spleen.

Car wreck? Don't know.

She left before we could
have her apprehended.

She vanished.

Every now and then, a lead
trickles in from somewhere.

Some we can almost
substantiate, some we can't.

She's a shit magnet. Why
are you wasting our time?

Then we found this on YouTube.

Wait, that's...
that's Riley North?

Herself, in Europe last year,

under one of the four identities
we've tracked so far.

She got really, really good
at staying off the radar.

So she spends the last five years
bouncing around the world,

learning how to get into trouble.
And?

We don't exactly know
what she was doing.

What we do know, is that
she arrived in L.A.

three months ago.

Security cameras got this during a
gun shop burglary a few days ago.

She only took military grade.

Automatic rifles, high-capacity
shotguns, specific ammunition.

She knew exactly what
she was looking for.

She's back.

And today, you found the three guys
that allegedly killed her family.

Strung up, execution style.

Do you know what
the date is today?

Come again? The date.

What's today's date?

It's December 21st.

Five-year anniversary
of her family's murder.

This stuff wrapped around you
is det cord, explosive rope.

You can cut through
anything with this.

Cut through trees, cut
through concrete...

Corrupt judges.

Watching someone take
everything from you.

All you have,

all you're ever gonna have,

just gone.

Hurts, doesn't it?

And knowing that it's all over,

and there is nothing
you can do about it.

You didn't serve justice, Your Honor.
I will.

Carmichael. Hm-hmm.

What?

Okay.

Thanks.

Steven Goldman and
Robert Henderson,

the DA and attorney
at that hearing,

five years ago? Yeah.

Goldman was found face
down in his swimming pool

and Henderson's house
burned down with him in it,

last night, both of them.

And that's not all.

LAPD bomb squad is
currently onsite

at the residence of
one James Stevens,

criminal court judge,
recently retired.

Some sort of explosion
at his house.

There's barely enough left of
him to fill an evidence bag.

Don't think I need to
tell you who he was.

We gotta go wide with this.
APB, the media, the whole deal.

That looks good. Stack it up.

We need to talk to you.

We have a problem. What?

Just a minute.

Our informant called.

She got a judge and, uh...

And a lawyer we paid off.

Smoked some of our homies, too.

The ones we sent to
take out her husband.

When the fuck was this?

Like, five years ago.

Is there a problem?

No, just uh...

Go and get Jessica
out of the car,

bring her in with a
couple of drinks.

And that thing?

Put a paycheck on her head,

call it a day.

Some personnel stuff.

You know how it goes.

Got ten more tons...

Your bullshit ain't
why I'm here.

You know, you shouldn't
play games with the cartel.

I came to deliver a
message from my father.

It's just a misunderstanding.

One shipment goes missing,

maybe it's a mistake.

But two?

In a week?

You think I tried
to steal from you?

That I lasted this
long by being stupid?

Everybody wants to be a big dog.

Little dogs trying
to eat my food.

That's all it is.

Hey, baby.

Get the fuck outta here.

There's something you
need to remember.

You are still a little dog.

Don't let our business be
interfered with again.

Who's that for?

It's for you.

Thanks.

Is he okay?

He drinks.

I have to take care
of him sometimes.

Stop requested.
Please use rear...

Dad. Come on.

Bye.

I told you not to
speak to strangers.

Hey.

Where'd you get that shitty toy?

Sit. Sit.

Give me your wallet.

Oh, okay.

Okay.

I'm gonna need you to
stand still, please.

All right. What do we have here?

Bryan Hartley, 1214
Harlow Street.

Open your mouth, Bryan.

This is one of those
life-altering moments.

Do I have your attention?

I want you to take your
boy Christmas shopping.

I want you to give him
the time of his life.

I want you to grow up and
be the father he deserves.

Do you understand me?

I understand.

Say it again. I understand.

Do you swear? I swear.

1214 Harlow.

I will never forget you, Bryan.

Are we clear?

Yeah? Yes, ma'am.

What are you still doing here?

Come on.

You ever sell him anything else and I
will blow you and this place to bits.

Do you understand? Mm-hmm.

Do you have a car? Yeah.

Give me the keys.

Consider it a rental.

Hey.

You're in the wrong place.

Oh, actually I'm not.

Get the fuck out of here.

What's up, man? What's going on?

Listen, I'm about to
get this money, homes.

...in this normally quiet
upscale neighborhood.

Maureen, can you tell us more?

What do we know about
the suspected bomber?

North is suspected to have
been behind today's bombing

and of possibly killing
up to five others.

Authorities believe her to be
armed and extremely dangerous.

If you see her, please contact the
police at the number on the screen.

...so called "sweet killer."

What could be expected
for her next move?

What will the law enforcement
agencies respond with?

What the fuck?

Come on. Let's get the
fuck out of here.

Come on!

Oh, shit.

Hi. Oh, God.

I have questions for you.

You're not busy, are you?

No.

A fire has partially destroyed
this downtown pinata store,

Crazy. Crazy, crazy.

She's fucking crazy, man.

You already said that, Marvin.

Yeah, well, I'm saying it again.

So, you decided to
tell her everything.

The whole damn operation.

Yeah, but you guys would have
done the same thing. It's...

I'm so impressed by how
fucking stupid you are.

How much did she take?

She... Well, she didn't
take anything. She...

She burned all the money.

It's the last fucking shit
that I need right now.

Boss, I'm so sorry.

You know that I would never...

It's just these were
some extenuating...

Shut the fuck up!

Trust me, we will
have a short...

a very short conversation
about this in a minute.

Double security.

Put that bitch in a
box before sunset.

Before she gets us all killed.

Thank you, Joanna.

Today, Los Angeles has witnessed

a disturbing series
of violent events

which some are speculating
are part of a pattern,

possibly even the work
of a single suspect.

According to sources at the Los
Angeles Police Department,

everything seems to
lead to the same name,

Riley North.

So, who is Riley North?

Looking to social
media, theories abound.

One possible link,

Riley North's husband
and daughter

were gunned down in a drive-by
shooting, five years ago.

There is a storm of online
speculation about a connection.

Folks, I'm gonna need you
behind the tape, thank you.

Thirty-four, Asian, male.

Yeah, yo. Check it out.
Roughly...

Well, I got a dozen witnesses who
suddenly went blind and didn't see shit.

So we got that going for us.

What the hell are the Koreans
doing, slumming it with Garcia?

Money laundering.

Garcia's using their infrastructure
to launder his cash.

These fuckers ain't
gonna be happy.

It's gonna get a whole lot worse
if we don't get ahead of this.

We got every black and white
in this city looking,

every camera. Her face
is all over the news.

Well, she knows
what she's doing.

It's turning into a typical
social media shit storm.

Garcia's gonna love
all this attention.

Hey, man.

There's, uh, something I
want you to take a look at.

Over here.

Stand back, thank you.

Well, this is a hard sell.

You honestly think that
Riley North did this?

Well, your Fed
girlfriend thinks so.

My what? Stan, my man,

you gotta focus on the task at hand.
It's embarrassing.

The only interest I have in
Agent Inman is professional.

If you say so. Oh, Jesus Christ.

All right, I'll hit up Gang Narcotics
and see if they have any intel

on suspected Garcia locations.

Get a list, set up some Code 5s,

do surveillance and
see if she shows.

You be careful who you ask
those kind of questions to.

Fuck's sake. Here we go again.
Oh, hey.

It only takes a few guys
in the right places.

Watch your ass is
all I'm saying.

And you say hi to
Bigfoot for me.

What, lover's quarrel?

What about Bigfoot?

Yeah, we were debating who gets to
be impressed by your FBI prowess.

I won.

So what are you thinking?

Riley North arrived in LA
almost three months ago.

Aren't you guys a little curious
where she's been hanging out?

You have a crime analysis
department, right?

Yeah, come with me,
I'll take you there.

Cartel up our ass. And
now the Korean Mob?

What's she gonna hit next?

Bet Marvin told her
about the lab.

That would be my bet. Fine.

Then we send everybody there and
just kill her when she shows up.

Boss.

How'd she know about Marvin?

The one guy who happened
to know everything.

And she doesn't kill him.

How did she know?

She must have been watching us.

Oh, you think?

Those missing
shipments, it was her.

She's been stirring shit up,

finding out the moving pieces.

Bitch has been fucking
with us for weeks.

If that's the case,

then maybe she's expecting us
to send everybody to the lab.

That dance is over.

Bitch wanna have the
motherfucking lab,

I will give her the
motherfucking lab.

The system tracks reported
crime in real time.

From that data, we determine
where to send our resources.

Stop problems from spreading.

Any anomalies?

Areas of higher violent
crime than expected?

Besides tonight?

Going back a few weeks, are
there any areas that stand out?

This can't predict where
she'll turn up next.

It might tell me
where she's been.

Everywhere she goes, people get dead.
She has to be living somewhere.

Maybe I can locate where
she's been staying,

her base of operations.
Find her that way.

Nothing.

No sector or
neighborhood stands out.

No abnormal spike
in crimes anywhere.

It was a good idea.
I was impressed.

Really.

Oh, you wanna see something
really interesting?

I was looking at this
before you got here.