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The story you are about to be see

was inspired by actual events.

The names have been changed to protect the innocent.

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It was Tuesday morning.

It was sunny in Los Angeles.

My partner and I were working the day shift

out of robbery/homicide.

The call came in at 8:25.

Caucasian female, multiple gunshot wounds.

A neighbor heard the pops and called it in.

A woman killed in her own house.

Your first thought is domestic dispute gone too far.

Except for one thing.

That kind of blood is usually shed at night

when people are drunk and out of control.

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The house was in the area

the city called Silverlake.

Real estate people called it transitional.

Cops called it a senseless killing neighborhood.

My name's Friday.

I'm a cop.

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Passport in the bedroom says

her name's Samantha Beckett, 35.

Lone resident, far as we can tell.

The guy in the apartment across the street

saw a Chevy sedan leaving the scene in a hurry.

Maroon.

See the driver?

Just a glimpse.

White male, glasses, early 40's.

Plates on the car?

Partial.

He didn't think to look.

What about forced entry?

None that we found.

Locks and windows intact.

No sign of a struggle.

Anything tossed?

Dresser drawers, find her purse?

I don't think this has anything to do with robbery.

Another bullet.

Looks like a .22.

Yeah, we found seven casings so far.

She was running from the suspect.

Lost a shoe.

First shot misses and hits the wall.

Second one gets her in the leg.

That takes her down.

She's terrified, covers up.

Puts at least five in the back of her head.

Overkill.

Guy was angry.

Angry doesn't cover it.

Let's get busy on ex-boyfriends,

ex-husbands, coworkers.

Anybody that could have felt screwed over, neighbors.

Laptops, palm pilots.

Let's find out who she knew and what she was into.

Maybe she was into him.

Alright, let's show this to our witness in a photo lineup.

Maybe she can ID the guy.

Check her cell phones, speed-dial.

Most recent calls, the usual.

Dispatcher just called.

There was a hit and run a half-hour ago.

Griffith Park and St. George.

They put two and two together;

thought we might be interested.

Yeah, that's just down the street.

The hit was a silver Tahoe,

the run was a maroon late-model Chevy sedan.

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Did you see his face?

No, he hit me.

Sometimes even cops get lucky.

Samantha Beckett's killer drove off in a hurry.

He ran a red light.

Mounted cameras cover hundreds of street corners in LA.

Slide into the crosswalk, a flash goes off, smile.

We got you.

Hey Joe.

We ran that photo by the neighbor.

He says that guy's a friend of the victim's

and lives down the street.

Well, find him, I want him in for an interview,

and call over to traffic.

See if they do one-hour photos.

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Samantha had a lot of pictures of you in her house.

She was one of my best friends.

My tennis partner.

We do yoga.

She cuts my hair.

It doesn't make sense.

Who-- who'd want to kill Sam?

Someone with a grudge.

What does that mean?

We think she knew the suspect.

Maybe intimately.

No.

I doubt that.

Current boyfriend?

No.

Maybe an ex?

Maybe in the eighth grade.

Sam wasn't into guys.

I'm not into girls.

She was like family.

Anything on those traffic photos?

Yeah, we got a problem though.

Traffic camera only takes pictures

from the front of the car.

Well, the car blocks the plates perfect.

Yep.

Let's get this windshield shot blown up, maybe we get a...

some pixel work, get a better look at his face.

What's that?

Front of the rear-view mirror.

You got a magnifying glass?

What is that, a handicap placard?

Parking permit, 4R.

That's gotta be specific to a certain neighborhood.

Twenty-five square blocks of North Hollywood.

That's the 4R permit zone.

That narrows it down to a couple thousand people.

Joe, let's add ballistics to the mix.

Twenty-two caliber, semi-automatic handgun

with six grooves, right twist, standard cut.

That's consistent with two ruger models.

Mark Two and a Standard.

Alright, cross-check firearms registration.

See if any of these Chevy owners

happen to own a Ruger .22.

We had the right combination.

We got a hit on a man named John Loman.

Loman had a licensed Ruger pistol

and a Chevy Lumina with a 4R parking permit.

The car was registered to a North Hollywood address,

in the name of John Loman and his wife, Noreen.

Loman, LAPD.

His head's been caved in, Frank.

He may still be in here.

Let's clear the house.

CD's on repeat.

Ma'am, LAPD.

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Joe.

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Take a look.

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He's killed his wife and two kids.

The bathroom down the hall.

Tub was covered with blood.

They were moved.

Killed them in there.

Put 'em in bed.

Tucked 'em in.

Like he cared.

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Look familiar?

Samantha Beckett, first victim.

That must be Loman.

So, what's the connection?

They're family.

He's killing his entire family.

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Pictures of the dead.

John Loman had killed his children, his wife

and his sister-in-law in cold blood.

Cops say they've seen everything.

We say we get used to it.

We don't really.

Especially the kids.

Bills.

Address book.

Recipes, dammit.

Keep looking.

Think it's safe to say we found our murder weapon.

Grip hammer, found it in the trash out back.

Start the blood work.

DNA on hair follicles, particles.

DA's gonna need it if we go to trial.

Don't bet on it.

Family annihilators rarely make it to trial.

Guys, you remember Dr. Nottingham?

How are ya?

What do you think?

Senior male family members.

Depressed but good at hiding it.

They suffer some personal, or professional, setback.

Feel a loss of control.

Take revenge.

Take revenge out on his kids.

He might have seen them as an extension of his wife.

My question is he finished?

In cases like this, the assailant will generally

confine his targets to the immediate family, but--

The guy included his wife's sister.

He can include anyone.

That is certainly a possibility.

I'm gonna authorize a task force.

Anything you want, Joe.

Watch your back, coming through.

I've got people--

I've got people calling every listed "Beckett"

and "Loman" in the greater LA area.

Just got report of shots fired at a residence in Mar Vista.

3316 Walgrove.

The address sounded familiar, because I just called it.

Celia Beckett.

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Celia Beckett, mother of John Loman's wife.

His fifth victim in four hours.

Family annihilator.

The experts always had a label.

I didn't like it myself.

Too clinical, too clean for what he was doing.

All I knew was we were moving as fast we could.

Loman was moving faster.

Mother-in-law, sister-in-law.

Who's next?

I don't know, but we better get there before he does.

Found a late-model Chevy Lumina around the corner.

4R permit, damage in the front.

He dropped the car.

What did he leave in?

Check with DMV.

Find out what Celia Beckett's driving.

Put a warrant on the car.

He switched cars?

John Loman is probably traveling in a 1998 green Dodge Intrepid.

License Four Ida Lincoln Boy Three Seven Six.

Every LAPD station's supplying bodies on this.

Everyone not on a priority case, comes in.

We're looking for further family relations in the area.

We have to find these people and protect them fast.

I also want all out-of-state relatives, friends.

Any one who knows this guy.

What about using the media?

They've been apprised and they're cooperating.

They know it's about saving lives.

Any idea what set this guy off?

There may not be one specific thing.

Typically it's a combination of economic

and social stressors that reach critical mass.

And typically, how does it end?

Some annihilators kill themselves, some disappear.

Try to start a new life.

Others wait for a curtain call with the police.

Go out in a blaze of glory.

Bottom line right now: Loman's several steps ahead of us.

We gotta close the gap.

Let's get to it.

Frank, we've got Loman's uncle and sister here.

His father died when he was 12.

I practically raised him.

He didn't do this.

I know that this is a shock, Mr. Loman.

We just want to find him before anyone else gets hurt.

So, is there anyone that he would go see?

Or anywhere that he would go at all?

It doesn't make any sense.

He's a devout Christian, a Lutheran.

He could be lying dead some place out there.

He's my only brother.

We're close, I guess.

My daughter would babysit his girls.

Mary had a dance recital this weekend.

Coming up and we were all supposed to go.

Does John share his problems with you?

No, he's a private man.

He doesn't share very much.

So, as far as you know, everything was fine at home.

Yeah, they had what everybody wants.

Had a nice house, they had beautiful kids.

Solid marriage.

They were married seven years.

Had John been having problems lately?

At home or at work?

There was no work.

He was between jobs.

That could make a person pretty anxious.

With a wife, two kids and a mortgage.

He proposed to Noreen after their first date.

Sounds impulsive.

No.

No, he's an accountant.

You know, he plans everything five steps ahead.

He got laid off nine months ago.

Where from?

He was a CPA.

A Senior Associate at Kasmer & Fields.

Excuse me.

John will find another job, a good one.

And the family will support him.

Hubbel.

All units to Kasmer & Fields, it's an accounting firm.

Got it.

Loman used to work there, he may come back.

Romantically, he's always been easily...

Fixated?

Oh, no, easily smitten.

It was the same way with Maggie.

They were engaged after their first month.

Maggie? His wife's Noreen.

No, Maggie was his first wife.

She lives in Sherman Oaks.

First wife?

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Tell me they don't have kids.

Max.

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Detective Friday, over here.

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Son of a bitch!

The first wife.

We could've known.

We should've known.

The boy.

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He's not dead, Joe.

Don't do it.

Don't start thinking that way.

If the kid's not dead already,

he could be dead five minutes from now.

So, it's a week day.

The boy's nine years old.

Where's he gonna be in the middle of the day?

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Call every grade school in the district, public and private.

Check paperwork, PTA announcements, report cards.

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Joe.

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Where is he?

He was picked up this morning by his father.

He said something about a family emergency.

Is everything oaky?

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authorities have issued an amber alert

for John Loman's nine year old son,

Max Gray, who was taken

from his Sherman Oaks middle school earlier this morning.

Right now, we're going to a live news conference

with the suspect's sister, Nancy Loman.

John, if you're watching this.

Please don't hurt Max.

Let Max go, John, and call the police.

I don't think Loman's watching much TV.

Too busy.

He started in North Hollywood

and then he went and killed Samantha Beckett in Silverlake.

Then he went to Celia Beckett's residence in Mar Vista.

Nuh-uh.

Sherman Oaks, the ex-wife's.

Teacher said Max got picked up around 10.

Shots were heard fired at Celia Beckett's house 12:15.

That means Max was with him

when he killed his mother-in-law.

Yeah, what'd the kid do?

Wait in the car?

Why didn't he run for it?

Maybe he didn't know what his dad was doing.

Or wasn't in any condition to run.

Joe, there's someone here that claims he knows Loman.

Bring on the crackpots, there's 40 more of 'em out front.

Nah, I'm thinking this guy's for real.

He came to me for counsel.

He thought Noreen might leave him.

Did she tell him that?

I only know John believed it.

As time passed without finding work,

his concern grew.

He was probably seeing a repeat of his previous breakup.

His wife divorces him, gets custody,

disenfranchises him as a father.

When Margaret was granted full custody,

he was devastated.

He spoke of ending things.

Like ending the life of his wife and kids?

I thought he meant his own life.

I tried to make him see that that wasn't the answer.

So, Noreen said she was gonna leave him.

He killed her and the kids.

Why the others?

He said, Noreen's family

was poisoning her mind against him.

Did it ever once occur to you

that this man might snap?

Frank.

I never imagined he would do something like this.

Guys, we've got a sighting.

Loman and his son were spotted in Culver City.

- Credible witness? - He knew about the shirt.

Lakers Jersey.

The boy's alive.

I'll go.

The shirt?

Media held back specifics to weed out the cranks.

People in school said Max's shirt was a Lakers jersey.

He was stopped at that light.

Sepulveda and Braddock.

Now, which way was he headed?

South.

I wasn't sure it was him at first, so I followed him.

Got up right beside him.

You saw the kid with him?

Yeah, he was sitting in the front seat.

That's when I stopped and phoned it in.

And the kid was unharmed.

He was eating an ice cream.

Soft-serve.

Alright, notify airport police at LAX.

Loman may be in their vicinity.

Have air support start choppers scanning for the green Dodge.

Oh, it-- it wasn't a-- it wasn't a Dodge.

It was a minivan.

A van?

Silver minivan.

Are you sure?

Pretty sure it was a Ford.

I was right next to him.

Okay, listen up.

Loman was spotted 35 minutes ago

in Culver City driving a silver Ford minivan.

Call the media outlets, revise the amber alerts.

Hubbel, check stolen Ford's.

Could mean nothing.

Not that there was any question,

but the lab just confirmed Loman's prints on the hammer.

Quick work.

His prints were on file from a DUI in April.

Right around the time he got laid off.

Hey Sid, did you ever get a hold of Loman's ex-boss yet?

Can't get him, I've been trying all day.

If I didn't know any better,

I'd swear his office is giving me the run around.

Alright, call Frank, give him Kasmer & Field's address.

And tell him to meet me there.

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John's supervisor was Graham Laird.

We were getting the run around.

I was getting sick of it.

Loman was out killing people

and we were trying to find the guy

who should have already found us.

But John Loman's former boss had disappeared.

Cell phone not answering.

Appointments cancelled.

So, whatever I can answer for you, I'd be happy to.

Why was Loman laid off?

The usual; downsizing, nothing personal.

We'd been hit hard.

As you may know, what used to be the big five

is now the final four.

How long was Loman with the company?

Seven-- no, eight years.

Good employee?

Record appears to be solid.

Any coworkers he was tight with?

I wouldn't know.

I've only been here six months.

Anybody we can talk to who actually knew this guy?

I wouldn't say I knew him.

You worked for him for three years.

I ran his calls, I got his coffee,

but it's not like we ever talked or anything.

Never spoke to you about his family?

At the last Christmas party.

He had some champagne, he didn't usually drink.

So, he opened up to you.

He told me how much he appreciated my work.

It was actually kind of sweet.

Then it got a little weird.

Weird how?

He asked me why I didn't have a boyfriend.

He was flirting with you.

I don't know.

He talked about how much he loved his family,

but that he envied my being alone.

He put his hand on my knee.

I don't think it was sexual, but I think,

maybe I flinched, because he got all quiet.

That was the last real conversation we ever had.

Excuse me.

Friday.

What?

Are you sure it was him?

Alright, we're on our way.

Guy matching Loman's description

just shot up an office building in Century City.

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- Who's the victim? - Security guard.

One in the leg, lots of blood,

but paramedics say he'll be okay.

The guy knew Loman?

Only from the news.

I need to talk to this man.

When Loman shot, what did he say?

He didn't say anything.

Any idea who he was coming to see?

No, he walked past me towards the elevators.

I've had the news on, that's how I spotted him.

Those elevators right there?

Yeah, he saw me coming, and he just--

just started shooting.

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You think someone from his family

worked in the building?

We covered the family.

This is something else.

No one leaves until they see Loman's picture.

Someone here knows him.

Got it.

Worked for one of these companies.

They're not related, but they're connected.

And he's still after them.

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Thirty-four tenants.

Law firms, public relations,

private security, runs the gamut.

I wonder if Loman ever worked in there somewhere.

Before Kasmer & Fields, Loman worked

in strategic business development

for an R&D Consultant down in El Segundo.

Before then?

Dunno, that takes us back 12 years.

Call Furlong.

Are you sure he was heading east?

Yeah, like a bat outta hell.

You see a kid with him?

I saw him run to his car then take off.

I really didn't get a good look inside.

Ran to his car or ran to a van.

It was a car.

Four-door sedan, Chrysler maybe.

Green Dodge?

It was green, yeah.

Guess you missed the update then.

He dropped the Dodge three and a half hours ago.

Hey, listen, I'm just telling you what I saw.

Or are you telling us what you think we want to hear?

That guy's clueless.

Loman dropped that car hours ago.

Maybe he's using both cars.

Or maybe our first witness was mistaken.

No, but the shirt.

He ID'd the kid.

No one's seen the kid since.

Son of a bitch.

We have to start thinking outside of the box, Joe.

You don't just walk away.

Where are you going, Frank?

I'm going to the office.

Loman's family, friends,

they might know where he would take the kid.

How you holding up?

Okay, just numb, I guess.

My husband decided to go back to work.

Um, you know, I just heard there was another shooting.

Yeah.

Uh, 181 Olympic, does it sound familiar?

No.

Oh, but does John know anyone

who works in Century City?

I'm sorry, I don't know.

Alright.

Is Max still okay?

He's still with John, as far as we know.

Now, I need you to think real hard.

Is there somewhere John might take him?

What do you mean?

Was there a favorite activity that they like to do together?

Or a place that they like to go?

No, John was only allowed four days a month.

He never went very far.

Oh, yes, there was a place.

Like an arcade.

You know, it had batting cages.

Batting cages?

Do you remember the name of the place?

No.

But I think it was in the valley.

Thank you, thank you.

Haskell, we pulled photos from the Gray residence

for the amber alert, do you have those?

Yes, there's one with the father we found in Max's room.

Yeah, batting cages, that's the one.

Is there a sign in that picture?

Yeah, I seen him, he came in today.

- He did? - Yeah.

What time?

Uh, they were here when I opened the place.

What time?

About 10:30.

The kid seem okay?

Yeah, what's the big deal?

Who is this guy?

You don't watch the news, do you?

Yeah, if there's a game on.

He's killed six people.

No kidding?

Yeah, I set them up at the 50 mile an hour cage.

Nice guy, real polite.

Yeah, brought his boy on a school day.

I wish I had a dad like that.

No, you don't.

The whole town's paranoid.

Over 100 calls from women,

wanting protection from their ex-husbands.

- Any new sightings? - Nothing credible.

I just spoke to a truck driver

who swears he picked up Loman and his kid

hitchhiking in Lawrence, Kansas.

Everybody wants to make a contribution.

You know the TV psychic, Madame Zoe?

Her publicist called to ask

if she could assist in the investigation.

I'm this close to having her help us out.

What are those?

Frank asked me to scan these; they're Loman's home videos.

See if we could get a clue

about where he might go with Max.

We're four tapes in, this many to go.

You'd never know.

Yeah.

Look up, Allie lean in there.

There they were.

His two little girls.

Happiness, the American dream.

We look for meaning and in the end,

we find it in simple things.

Kids, families, backyard barbecues.

Loman looked like the happiest guy in the world.

Your neighbor, mine.

He had everything.

We have a possible suicide note from Loman.

What, where?

SID found it in the Lumina in the glove compartment.

Letter's kind of a mess.

It's unfinished, looks like a rough draft.

Well, that's Loman.

Always plans five steps ahead.

I know that in a different time

I could have been good for you.

I will carry your heart and my heart forever.

Reads like a love letter.

"Could have been good for you" doesn't sound like something

you write to your wife.

Now, let's get in Loman's books.

Check hotel room charges, weekend getaways,

flower deliveries, jewelry.

Maybe Loman's focus wasn't just family.

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Love letter.

Who the hell are you writing it to?

Everybody wave.

You son of a bitch.

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The Olympic building's cleared.

Everyone got a look at Loman's picture.

No takers?

No.

Maybe he was going after someone who was out sick.

Where you been?

Tarzana.

John took Max to batting practice today.

- Batting practice? - Yeah.

You're part of a task force,

you keep us apprised of your leads.

It wasn't a lead, it was a hunch.

Who'd you talk to?

An employee.

Said Loman was all smiles this morning.

911 just got a call from a man claiming to be John Loman.

Get someone from his family.

911, is this an emergency?

This is John Loman, I have a message for the police.

Let me finish what I have to do and then I'll stop.

I've left Max at the corner

of 5300 Ashmore Avenue.

Please be sure that he's properly taken care of.

It's him?

He sounds different though.

Not like I know him.

Maybe you don't know him anymore.

We're on our way.

5300 block of North Ashmore?

- That's what he said. - I was just there.

That's where the batting cages are.

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They come back?

What, since you were here?

No, man.

No sign of the boy?

We're still looking.

Canvas bystanders?

Anyone see anything?

- Nothing yet. - Okay.

The 911 call came in 40 minutes ago.

If the kid was walking 15 minute miles...

That's three miles.

Alright, spread your guys out.

Every direction for three miles.

Are you sure about that?

Maybe the guy didn't drop the kid here at all.

Maybe he's playing us.

Just do it Sarge.

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Joe.

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Frank.

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I was so sure.

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He brought him here this morning.

And the guy said that they were having a good time.

I really didn't think he'd do this.

You gotta think the worst, cause that's what gonna happen.

You got to get beyond it.

Move past it.

That's what we do.

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Get SID down here.

Tape this off, shut this business down.

Media gets here, keep 'em out.

It's a crime scene.

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Single bullet to the back of the head.

Probably died instantly.

How long ago?

Liver temp says six, six and a half hours.

Puts it at noon.

At the latest.

Maintenance guy saw him drop the box.

Said he thought it was someone just dumping trash.

Around noon, right?

Your witness lied, never saw the boy.

They all want their 15 minutes.

What's that?

It's a cross.

What's he trying to tell us?

Not for us.

For him.

Loman thinks he's saving him by sending him to Heaven.

What's the name of that witness in Culver City?

Hoyt Carrol, calling him in.

Read my mind; deal with the media.

We can confirm at this time,

the body of nine year old Maxwell Peter Gray

was found at approximately 6:30 PM.

Cause of death: single gunshot wound to the head.

John Loman is at large.

We believe he is driving a green Dodge Intrepid.

License number Four Adam David Queen Seventy-Five Paul.

He's in B.

Look what they found in his car.

Police scanner.

Good one.

That's how you ID'd the shirt.

It's not illegal.

So this is what you do, huh?

Makes you feel real important?

I don't know what you mean.

Why'd you lie?

I didn't.

Coroner's investigator puts his time of death around noon.

That's four hours before you claimed to see him alive.

People might have died while we followed your bogus lead.

I thought I saw him.

I just made a mistake.

There was no van.

No ice cream.

Why'd you do it?

Just tell us.

Any relatives this kid still has left

will want to know.

Maybe I should have a lawyer.

Give us his number.

Just write it.

Frank, come here, come here.

I'm sorry.

I didn't think it'd be that big of a deal.

The next time you want to make the six o'clock news,

throw yourself in front of a bus.

Should we talk?

I was out of line, I'm sorry.

What, you want me to apologize to him?

Forget him.

I'm worried about you.

Don't be.

There's things you've seen today.

- I'm fine. - Nobody's fine.

Now you know the question, Frank.

No.

No, I wanna be here when we bring this guy in.

What you've been through, you want it to mean something.

What is that, too much to ask?

It might be.

Been going over Loman's expenses.

Now, if he was spending money on a mistress,

he was using cash, but I think I might know

where he was going in the Olympic building

Where?

First Allied S&L.

Loan office on the 19th floor.

Loman was in debt?

Twenty nine thousand dollar balance on a 19% APR.

This guy is hemorrhaging interest payments.

I-- I don't get it.

Who was he gonna shoot at First Allied?

Some phone operator he's never met?

He's putting everything on his card.

He's barely making the minimum payments.

This guy was a senior associate at a big firm.

Eight years on the job, executive rank.

He should've got at least a years' severance package.

So how come he's struggling so hard after only nine months?

Maybe he wasn't laid off.

Maybe he was forced out.

Gives his supervisor a good reason to hide.

I took advantage of my partner's mood.

I let him loose on John Loman's former employer.

A few choice expletives got the location

of Loman's supervisor, Graham Laird.

He was holed up at the Sunset Terrace hotel.

Sort of news, I'm sure you can understand my concern.

Your dialing finger broken?

I didn't mean to cause any trouble.

Oh, we've had other troubles on this case.

We had a witness claim he saw Loman.

Botched our search, can you believe that?

- That's terrible. - It is terrible.

You see a difference between what he did

and what you did by not coming forward?

Why was Loman fired Mr. Laird?

He wasn't fired, not-- not exactly.

People are dying.

You're the hatchet man, you fired him, now why?

I have an important client, Amy Wenzel, she runs a PR firm.

John was handling the account.

- There were problems. - Talk faster.

She said he was acting in an unprofessional manner.

She claimed that he was stalking her.

Easily smitten, the sister said that.

Does this Amy Wenzel have offices at 181 Olympic?

Wenzel and Loeb.

I'm getting her.

She threatened to take her business elsewhere

if we didn't terminate him.

Why the secrecy?

Harassment is a legitimate complaint.

She didn't want the exposure.

She has a...

- Bit of a reputation. - Reputation for what?

Getting people fired?

No, you know.

A reputation.

I avoided him.

But he kept calling my house.

He sent ridiculous boxes of chocolate.

You were never involved with him?

No.

You're lying.

Did you sleep with him?

Once.

It meant nothing, it just happened.

Meant something to him.

Might have meant something to us,

if you'd come forward.

I was afraid.

You were afraid your affair would get out?

Nobody cares what you do.

Seven people died while you ran the other way.

Now you're going in protective custody until we find Loman.

Protective custody, what is that?

Some motel in Diamond Bar?

You wanna spring for the upgrade, be our guest.

Well, I can't just drop out.

I have a business to run.

I need clothes, I need my laptop.

How long is this going to go on for?

We'll have units go by your house, pick up your things.

I don't want people pawing through my personal things.

You can bring the entire police department.

I'm going home.

There's only one word to describe a woman like this,

but it's not in my vocabulary.

First, she lies, now she needs a change of clothes

and we're stuck babysitting.

To think Loman was drafting a love letter to her.

Sweep downstairs, look for forced entry.

We took backup.

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PR Business has been good to you.

Not as good as arbitrage has been good to my husband.

Where is he?

He's in New York.

What are you doing?

I've been in meetings all day,

I'm checking my email.

Make it quick.

Joe.

We got a broken window in here.

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The bedroom's been tossed.

Tossed?

It means someone's been here.

Your mailbox is full.

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Oh my God.

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Start the car, let's move.

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Loman could still be in the area.

Check the perimeter and call for more backup.

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You're gonna be fine.

He went through my things.

My clothes.

Could've been a lot worse.

Consider yourself lucky.

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Four-King-Robert, we're currently transporting

one female passenger presently--

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I'll get you!

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I loved you!

Ow!

Get him up, Frank, get him up.

No, no, no, please.

I have to finish this.

- Let me finish this. - Gimme the cuffs.

You're through, pal.

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It's okay.

You okay?

Come on.

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Of course, I'll miss them.

I'll think about them.

This is not about how I feel.

They're in a better place

and I will see them again.

"If you will humble thyself and pray and seek my face,

I will hear thee from Heaven

and I will forgive your sins."

Prayers won't cut it, Loman.

People don't know what's in my heart.

Someday everyone will understand

that what I did for my family, I did out of love.

Well, you guys always stick to your stories.

I guess it's all you got.

It's really all you are.

Officer.

Myron Tarnower, remember him?

Just announced he's gonna defend John Loman.

You're kidding.

Pro-bono.

Why would he defend him?

Why would anyone?

Big lawyer, big case, wants the ink.

What are you still doing here; work's done.

I was thinking.

I mean, all those innocent people dying.

Who's life do we save?

Amy Wenzel of Wenzel and Loeb.

We got John Loman.

Yeah, with Myron Tarnower.

I mean, a jury might let him walk and what does that mean?

I don't know what it means.

But take comfort in the knowledge that no one does.

All I ever wanted to be was a cop.

And you're a good one.

Just keep in mind what the job really is.

I'm going home.

Turn out my light.

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Who can understand the mysteries of the heart?

Not me.

You look for explanations.

An affair, losing a job.

They don't explain why a man breaks.

Why he kills and kills again.

It's like most mysteries we face everyday.

Why are we here?

What are we doing?

There are no answers.

That's the easy part.

What's harder is realizing you have to stop asking.

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You just have to go on.

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Hoyt Caroll was charged with filing a false police report.

A misdemeanor.

He was sentenced to three months of community service.

John Loman was charged

with seven counts of murder in the first degree.

After a jury of his peers found him guilty on all counts,

he was sentenced to die by lethal injection.

His lawyers are appealing the verdict.

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