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[mugshot camera clicks]

[Cruz] 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 have a lawyer
with you during questioning.

If you cannot afford a lawyer,

one will be appointed for you
before any questioning, if you wish.

[tense music playing]

Make it easy for yourself.

Tell us where Noah Stiles is
and give us your husband.

Once the kid is back
and Coltrane is in custody,

we'll get the DA to work out a deal
to give you your freedom.

I want my phone call.

Now.

-[Cerullo] She's not talking.
-[sighs] She definitely knows something.

No, she knows everything,
including where and how to find our son.

Are you sure nobody broke in here
and took him?

There's no signs of a struggle,
no damage to the room.

Noah snuck out of here on his own.

That's why he left
his phone behind, 'cause he…

He wants revenge.
He's going after Coltrane.

-How could you know that?
-'Cause it's what I'd do.

-Let's hope he hasn't found Coltrane yet.
-Or that Coltrane hasn't found him.

As for Wilder, Malik issued a warrant
for his arrest a few minutes ago.

-For the murder of Amos Stiles.
-How the fuck you get him to do that?

Well, we looked at the footage
of the surveillance inside the strip club.

And there was Harper,
handing Coltrane your service weapon.

Nic Harper?

She's been working
with him this whole fucking time.

If Harper is working for Coltrane,
that means she could be after Noah too.

She drove Noah to the police station.

He might trust her enough
to go with her somewhere.

[Stiles] Dave, I need y'all
to break Ebony fast.

How did she use her phone call?
Who did she reach out to?

That may be a way for us to find Coltrane.

Of all places, she called a spa
to cancel a goddamn massage.

[voicemail] You've reached Ebony Wilder.
Leave me a message.

[beep]

Ebony, I've been trying to reach you for
the past 30 minutes, baby. Where are you?

[phone beeping]

Coltrane Wilder.

[woman] Good day, sir.
This is Eden's Bliss Spa.

We're calling to inform you that your wife
canceled your couples massage for today.

[tense music playing]

I see. Um…

Did she say why she can't make it?

An appointment downtown
with some friends of yours.

-She said you'd know who they were.
-I'm familiar, yeah.

Any idea of how long she will be
so I can rebook the couples massage?

Actually, sir, she said you should
go ahead and make your own arrangements.

Maybe the beach spa the two of you
went to last year in Montenegro.

Can I, uh-- Can I--
Can I speak to the manager?

-Sorry, sir. The manager is unavailable.
-Until when?

Indefinitely.

[call ends]

[exhales]

[cell phone rings]

-Hello.
-LAPD, RHD arrested Ebony.

She's in custody now.

You have to go down there
and do everything you can to help her.

Coltrane, Coltrane,
there's a warrant out for your arrest.

I don't care about that, Sam.
Listen to me. I care about Ebony.

-She wants me to run.
-And I agree with her.

If you're still in Los Angeles,
you… shouldn't be.

I'm not leaving without my wife.

Get down there, Sam.
Don't-- Listen, get down there now.

Okay, okay, I'm going.
But I need to warn you.

Ebony's only way out of this
may be to give you up.

That's why she wants you gone.
You need to go.

She's pregnant, Sam.

Shit, that was real?
I thought that was part of the game.

I'm not losing both of them.
I'm not losing my family.

Okay, but if you stay and get caught,
either you lose them, or they lose you.

How'd they get a warrant?
What do they have on you?

[suspenseful music playing]

[music fades]

[sighs]

[poignant music playing]

[dramatic sting]

[breathes heavily]

Fuck you doing here?

Goddamn, Private School!
Balls dropped, huh?

[chuckles]

Damn, nigga, almost got your ass chipped.

Why'd you break in?

The homies are holding a vigil today
for your grandpops.

The OG deserves that much.

Came by here
to get a few things to honor him.

Hey, yo, look, I'm sorry for your loss.

Why you in here?

Came to get this.

-For the nigga who shot Nightmare.
-[tense sting]

[Cruz] Where is your husband, Ebony?

If I knew, I wouldn't tell you.

You never heard of marital privilege?

Marital privilege would apply
if Coltrane told you where he was going,

not if you knew independently,
which I bet you do.

But no matter what,
you demonstrated knowledge

of a threat to Noah Stiles's life,
and if that's not your husband you were--

It's not.

Is it Detective Harper?

-[scoffs]
-Is that who you were gonna call?

We're going to find out, Ebony.

We are going to connect you
to all of this.

And if Noah Stiles dies, you'll go
to jail for the rest of your life.

[tense music playing]

And your child will grow up without you.

He'll be raised by somebody else.

That child inside you will never know you.

Unless…

you tell me what you know.

-[door bursts open]
-Okay, okay, okay.

Step away from my client, Detective Cruz.

She needs some air.

Your client needs to tell me
how to find Noah Stiles.

[tense music continues]

[music fades]

[menacing music playing]

[cell phone buzzes]

[cell phone buzzes]

[engine starts]

I can't just sit here and do nothing.

You don't have any idea
who Ebony was going to call?

She never told me. Uh…

You guys can't figure it out?
You're the police.

No, she didn't have any incoming calls
to her cell or to her landline

that could give us any indication, but
she might have a satellite phone, baby.

Somewhere in that house.
I'm sure my guys, they're out there now.

They're trying to find Noah,
but I could have them go back…

No, no, no. They need to stay focused
on finding Noah.

Especially if you are right,
and he went out looking for Coltrane.

I'm right.

-[line calling]
-[Stiles] Jimmy.

I can't be talking to you, man.
You're under house arrest.

For how much fucking longer?

Dave just came and told us you found
evidence on Harper and Coltrane, huh?

I know, but my hands are tied.

Your father's death ain't the only reason
you're in this situation.

There's the obstruction charge,
the IA investigation.

I can't just make all that go away.

I need to get out there
and find my son, Jimmy.

I can't rest as long
as Coltrane Wilder is alive and free.

[tense music playing]

[music fades]

Answer this carefully, Ebony.

Who were you gonna call
to save Noah Stiles?

I don't know who it was.

But it wasn't Coltrane.

He would never hurt a child,
not to save himself.

Can you reach this person now?
Can you stop them from hurting Noah?

Not without implicating someone I love.
Someone that I love very much.

You're not walking out of here
without giving them something.

Give them Coltrane,
or give up this person, whoever they are.

I'd have to go against everything
I've ever been taught or believed in.

Everything that I am.

You can stay quiet, Ebony,

but if Noah Stiles dies
and they catch Coltrane,

you will both go to jail for life.

And if they don't catch Coltrane,

they'll figure out a way
to make you take the full weight.

Give them something.

You don't have a choice.

[exhales sharply]

Tell me you got something, Jimmy.

She's not talking, Fred, not yet,
but Cruz will get her there.

She'll tell us how to find the kid.

-I don't give a shit about Noah Stiles.
-Fred.

I don't.
Neither does the mayor, your boss.

Isaiah Stiles is nuts,

but he was right about Coltrane Wilder
being mixed up in this mess.

If Wilder was the fourth gunman
in Century City, he's a cop killer.

And that's the headline that
gets us all promoted when he goes down.

-Not sure I'm looking for a promotion.
-Oh, the fuck you're not.

Alright, look, if you get Ebony Wilder
to flip on her husband,

once we get Coltrane,
we've got him dead to rights.

Once we get him, and the way to do that
is to let her go, use her as bait.

When he comes to get her,
we grab them both.

And in the meantime,
Noah Stiles gets murdered.

-We need her to tell us how to find him.
-Fuck Noah Stiles and his crazy father!

Coltrane Wilder is the priority.

That's completely fucked up, Deputy Chief.

-[Holmes] Jimmy.
-Okay, give me one hour.

Let me get back in there
and get her to talk.

One hour.

Fine.

But it's your ass, Cruz,
and yours, Jimmy, if you fuck this up.

[suspenseful music playing]

Get her to talk.

[door opens, then closes]

I know you don't like this,
but I'm a realist.

And if we don't find that kid fast,
we have to use Ebony to find Coltrane.

Oh, I'm a realist too, Mr. Jacobson.

Finding Noah
is the best positive outcome I see here.

'Cause we may never find Coltrane Wilder.

He could be anywhere by now.

[intriguing music playing]

[grunts]

[beeping]

[whirring]

-[cell phone rings]
-Hello.

Is she all right?

Don't think I can hit all 18 holes, Dave.
She's not all right. She's screwed.

I just won't have time.

Should I turn myself in?
And if I do, will they let her go?

I can't win, man.
That won't work.

Even if I play the red tees only…
They'll go after her anyway.

You'd be a fool to bet on that.

You should play Montreux, in Switzerland.
You should get out of the country.

I'm not leaving the country
without her, Sam.

[chuckles] You may not have
a choice, dude.

If that tournament ends…
If the kid dies…

…neither one of us is going anywhere.
…we're all fucked.

If you're done talking
about your little golf game, Sam,

we need to discuss your client's future.

-You ready to let my client go?
-No.

I gotta go, Dave.

You better go too.

That LAX traffic is a killer.
Leave right now!

[call ends]

[cell phone chimes]

Fuck.

[suspenseful music playing]

[exhaling]

[grunts]

[suspenseful music continues]

[gasps]

Oh, shit, shit, shit.

[gasps]

[dramatic sting]

How the hell
does Ebony know Brenda Johnson?

"Baby sis"?

Who the hell is Charlie?

[exhales]

Fuck.

I can't imagine how stupid you feel
sitting in that chair right now.

Just yesterday,
on this very floor, in this building,

you had us all on our heels,
claiming that you and your husband

were the victims of police harassment,
threatening us with a lawsuit.

Mm, mm, mm.

How the tables have turned, Mrs. Wilder.

I think you can be
a little less smug here, Malik.

We know your evidence.
Candace Stiles' little tape,

the whole reason for this arrest,
won't hold up in court.

[Malik] Maybe not.

But this will.

That package contains
Lieutenant Stiles' service weapon,

confiscated from him earlier in the day
by Captain James Sealey.

This is the weapon
that killed Amos Stiles.

And this footage
literally puts that weapon

in your husband's hand, Mrs. Wilder,
hours before he committed that murder.

It's a brown paper bag.
She could be handing him a doughnut.

Oh, that ain't no doughnut, Sam. [laughs]

I like that doughnut. Mm.

Detective Harper's in the wind,
by the way.

Yeah, she's on the run.

I can't imagine she's running on suspicion
of handing out rogue desserts. Can you?

No.

Mrs. Wilder, we have a warrant out now
for your husband

on the suspicion of murder
for Amos Stiles.

But that murder implicates him
in the murders of Andrei Malakian

and numerous police officers
in the Century City showdown.

And once we catch Harper and get her
to flip on Coltrane to save her own skin,

because come on,
no one wants to go to jail as a cop,

this recording becomes concrete proof,

and her testimony
gets him a lethal injection.

You'll never prove
Coltrane did any of that.

And you'll never catch him.

That may be true, without your help.

The best thing you could do for yourself
is make a phone call to your husband,

find out where he is,
and let us go pick him up.

[Cruz] That way he doesn't get hurt.

It's not safe for cop killers
out there, you know?

We got itchy trigger fingers.

-Is that a threat?
-It's reality.

[Cruz] Ebony, there's one other way.

You tell us everything you know
about Noah Stiles.

If you save his life,
there's room for you to walk away.

Okay, uh, give us the room, please.

Sure. [clears throat]

Hey, keep it straight with her, Sam.
We ain't playing around.

-She can get the needle too.
-[Morrow] Get out!

Goodbye.

[Morrow exhales]

[Ebony exhales]

If he just let this thing with Stiles go
and put us first, we'd be on a plane.

At least he's gone now.

Ebony, Coltrane is still in Los Angeles.

What? Sam, I told him to leave.

So did I, but he won't leave without you,
without both of you.

-He offered to turn himself in.
-No, no, they'll kill him.

That's right. They will.
They just said so.

It's all on you.

Give them what you can on Noah Stiles.

-[door opens]
-[Malik] Time's up.

[suspenseful music playing]

Make the call.

And to clarify, if she helps you
and the boy comes home, she walks?

Yes. Now give us your husband.

Or Noah. You decide.

Now!

Mm-hmm. Speakerphone.

Please.

[line calling]

[woman] Eden's Bliss Spa, can I help you?

I need to speak to the manager.

-Please hold.
-[line calling]

[Charlie] Hello? What's wrong, Ivy League?

I need help.

What-- What kind of help?

I need Noah Stiles to be safe.

I need you to make sure
he gets home to his parents.

You always said you'd do anything for me.

Who else is listening, Ebony?

They want him or you?

[voice breaking] Him.

That's what I thought.

-I don't have a choice.
-You always have a choice.

This was yours.

-I'm hanging up now.
-Please.

The Stiles boy is safe.

[tense music playing]

Goodbye, Ebony.

Don't call me again.

[exhales]

[exhales]

["Player Hater Anthem"
by Eldin Bruce playing]

[indistinct chatter]

[Outtake] Yo.

So you gonna be around more now?

I'm gonna honor my grandpa
every way I can.

First thing I gotta do,
chip the nigga that shot him.

I told him to come down here,
and we all ride with him. Y'all down?

No doubt.

-I'm gonna grab another drink.
-All right.

Let me see that shit.

["Player Hater Anthem" continues]

[indistinct chatter]

[uneasy music playing]

[Stiles] Noah!

Come on. Come here.

What are you doing?
I thought you was on house arrest.

I would be if I wasn't out here trying
to find your narrow behind. Come here.

Wow.

Really, Noah?

Don't even got the safety on.
What the fuck do you think you're doing?

-I'm finna go slide for Grandpa.
-No--

Coltrane Wilder ruined our lives.
He ruined our family.

He has to fucking pay!

No, no, no, don't tell me
the police will handle it.

The police arrested you
for killing Grandpa!

They didn't believe you,
and they didn't believe me.

But I know what I saw, Dad.

I know what he did,
so I know what he deserves.

[tense music playing]

What if I tell you right here?
I promise you.

I'll take care of Coltrane personally.

[scoffs]

A-arrest him?

No.

Prison's too good for that nigga.
That's not what I mean.

And you mean that?

I'm a man of my word, son.

Mm?

Come on, we're going home. Come on.

[cell phone buzzing]

Okay, how long do we have to wait
for this little phone call to bear fruit?

For all we know,
that could have been a performance.

-How do we even know that means anything?
-It meant everything.

[cell phone vibrates]

Wait.

Mr. Jacobson, look.

Looks like Noah's with his father.

He's safe.

How the hell did you do that?

Otis, Gail.

What the hell are you doing?
You're under house arrest.

If they catch you,
you're going straight to jail.

Oh my God, Noah.

[Otis] Oh God. Oh, son, are you okay?

Oh, sweetheart, where have you been?
We've been worried sick about you.

Oh, you smell like reefer.

I thought you knew better than to
hang around people who smoke that stuff.

He's been through enough today.

Let's give the boy some space.

I'm sure he'll tell you everything
when he's had some time.

Come on, Gail.

Let's let him breathe a little.

-It's all right.
-Oh, I'm pissed!

I do understand.

But I need you to understand me now.

If I'm gonna fulfill
that promise I made to you,

I need to go back out there right now.

I need to know that you're not gonna try
to leave this house again, all right?

[tense music playing]

I gotta put this on you, Noah.

Bruh, no.

Coltrane's still out there right now.

If he comes here before I get to him,
he could hurt Gail and Otis.

He could take you somewhere,
and I need to make sure I can find you.

I'm sorry, Noah.

Okay. All-- All right, Dad.

How you gonna find him?

[Stiles] My son…

witnessed a murder, and the killer knows.

This man, he's meticulous.

He's careful.

He knows people are after him.

The thing that I-- that I did for you,

when I saved your daughter…

Now I need you to do
the same thing for me.

You're a cop.

You have the entire LAPD at your disposal.

Even the FBI, if you call them, I'm sure.

How could I possibly help you?

I promised my son I would take care of him

so he would be safe.

And I want you to keep your promise.

But you have to say it, Lieutenant Stiles.

Tell me exactly
what you want me to do for you.

I need you to kill Coltrane Wilder.

Police Navidad.

[tense music playing]

It is indeed a very Merry Christmas,

and it would be my great pleasure
to do this for you.

As a father, and as I think now…

a friend.

We'll be in touch.

We're not out of this yet.
Now you're bait.

They let you go to trap Coltrane,
hoping you'll lead them right to him.

[sighs]

Go to a friend's house tonight.
Throw them off the scent.

Hopefully by this time tomorrow,
you'll be out of the country.

For good.

-Well, I can't ever come back?
-Not as Ebony Wilder, you can't.

If you're smart, 24 hours from now,
this part of your life will be over.

Listen. I can't thank you enough, my guy.

Oh, there's more than enough.

Hey, what's up with Stro and Korean, cuh?

They straight?

I've been hearing a lot of shit out here.

Shit wild right now, but I got a plan.

[Baby Plus One] Mm.

Yeah, Stro and Choi are gonna be right.
Gave them my word.

Say less.

You know that shit's stick, cuh.
You know how to handle that?

I'm very familiar.

-Hey, stay dangerous, my nigga.
-You already know.

Yeah.

[phone rings faintly]

[suspenseful music playing]

Oh.

[phone continues ringing]

Thank God.

[cell phone chimes]

[gunshot]

[uneasy music playing]

[sighs]

[exhales]

What are you doing in my house?

What are you doing out of jail?
And who the hell is this?

She told me her name was Brenda Johnson
and that she didn't know you.

Turns out her real name is Charlie,
and she's your sister?

Give me that.

-Get out of my house.
-Oh, don't you try me.

Get the hell out of my house, Candace.
I don't have to explain myself to you!

You're gonna explain yourself to somebody!

Because I know exactly
why you are here right now.

It's because you're looking for this.

Give me that phone.

Yeah, it was ringing, Ebony.

-Somebody's looking for you!
-Give me that!

I'm gonna make sure that the police
keep your lying ass this time.

[Candace screams and grunts]

-[gunshot]
-[screams]

[men yelling indistinctly in Spanish]

[man 1] Look everywhere.

[men continue speaking in Spanish]

[suspenseful music playing]

[overlapping yelling in Spanish]

[suspenseful music continues]

[Harper grunts]

[grunting]

What the fuck, Harper? What are you doing?

Getting paid, asshole.

[grunting]

Stop!

Let's talk about this.
We can work this shit out.

[grunting]

Fuck!

If Charlie sent you, we can work it out.

If you know Charlie,
you know there's no working it out.

I'm either getting rich or getting killed.

You're standing in my way, Coltrane.

[grunting]

[Harper yells]

-[bone cracks]
-[Harper grunts]

[panting]

[cell phone vibrates]

Ebony, baby, you okay?

[Ernesto] We got your bitch.

You want her back? You want peace?
You go where I tell you.

[speaks in Spanish]

-Hey, how's it going, Lieutenant Stiles?
-Boy, let us in.

-All right. Come in.
-All right. [laughs]

-[Sealey] Where's Noah?
-Noah.

Hey, good to have you back, Noah.
We sure were worried about you.

[chuckles] It's good to see you too,
Uncle Jimmy. I'm all right. I promise.

-Good.
-What y'all doing here?

Well, I came to tell you the deputy chief
restored you to full duty,

effective three hours ago.

-Boy, what'd I tell you, huh?
-[Sealey chuckles]

It's all back on?

IA cleared you.

Now that everybody knows that Wilder
was behind the Century City showdown

and your father's murder,

your obsession with
and harassment of the Wilders

just looks like good police work.

At least that's what I told them.
[chuckles]

Uh, I'm here to get
your ankle monitor removed.

Yet, I see you figured it out on your own.

Wh-wh-why is it on your son?
I'm gonna have to report that, Lieutenant.

I mean, Kevin, listen.

Coltrane Wilder's a dangerous man, right?
We know this.

-Right, right, right.
-We know this.

My son,
he's the major witness against him.

Until Coltrane is arrested,
shouldn't we be able to track my son?

We have to make sure
that we know where he is, just in case.

I don't-- I don't know, man.

[Kevin chuckles]

-All right.
-[Kevin] Um…

Isaiah.

[Kevin] Uh…

Yeah, this will give you 48 hours.
Uh, au revoir, fellas.

Y'all have a good evening. [cackles]

[Sealey chuckles]

-[Noah] Good night, Uncle Jimmy.
-Good night.

-Come on, let's go get Coltrane.
-I'm not going anywhere to get anybody.

I'm the public scapegoat
for the whole Century City shitshow.

Harper being right under my nose
the whole time… for the whole mess.

-No, Jimmy, no.
-Yeah.

Uh, let me guess, uh…

Uh… you kept your mouth shut
about them trying to hang it all on me,

and you get to retain
your full pension, right?

My pension is under review.

But I got you reinstated
without a formal hearing.

[poignant music playing]

Go get the son of a bitch for both of us.

Jimmy, I'm not worth your career.

My life is more important
than my career, Isaiah.

Amos is gone now. I'm responsible for you.

Be safe out there, son.

[woman sobbing]

[men yelling in Spanish]

-[gunfire]
-[men groaning]

-[indistinct yelling]
-[gunfire continues]

[woman sobbing]

[tense music playing]

[man in English] Tell me
who paid you to take my wife!

[man in Spanish]
My boss did it for his friend.

The Black cop.

[woman sobbing]

[gunshots]

Baby.

-Candace?
-[terrified] Coltrane?

Hey, I'm not gonna hurt you.

I'm not gonna…

Where's Ebony?

I don't… I don't know. Why am I here?

They didn't mean to take you.

I don't know if you heard
the man behind you,

but he said a Black cop
is responsible for this.

Not Isaiah.

He wouldn't do this.

He… is a good man.

He set Ebony up to get kidnapped
so that he could trap and kill me.

He's a police officer employing
the Alvarez cartel in a murder for hire.

"Good man" is far in his rearview,
Candace.

Alvarez? As in Paola Alvarez?

-I can't believe you. You killed Amos.
-I just saved your life.

And I was never after your son.
You gotta believe me.

But Ebony, she made a phone call,
and, and, and Noah was released.

She made a huge sacrifice
to save his life.

[Candace crying]

Help me find her.

Okay? Please, help me find her.

[breathing shakily]

[phone vibrates]

Candace, are you okay?

Thank you for… getting Noah home.

Um… [exhales]

Did Ebony actually talk or…?

She called Eden's Bliss Spa.
Someone who called her Ivy League.

A few minutes later, Noah was with Stiles,

but we still don't know
who she was talking to.

So you just let her go?

Well, at first, yeah.

But I'm at Good Samaritan
with her now. She's in custody.

[Candace] What happened?

Ebony was packing to go on the run

when multiple gunmen shot undercover cops
watching the Wilder home,

and broke in to assault her.

She got away from them, but she was
injured in a fall trying to escape.

Uh, um…

What happened to the baby?

Ebony's under sedation.
The baby's fine for now.

-I'll let you know if anything changes.
-Okay. Thank you, Yvette. Thank you.

If you go to the hospital,
they will arrest you.

She's my wife.

She needs me. I don't have a choice.

[dramatic music playing]

[cell phone buzzing]

[beep]

You need to destroy this phone.

[Coltrane] You and I need to talk.

So Harper is dead.

You know what? I'm not mad you tried
to kill me, Charlie. I became a loose end.

Shit, I might have even done the same
if I was in your position.

It wasn't about you being a loose end.

Ebony gave me up to save you.

That's because she loves me, Charlie,
and she loves you too.

You always want her to choose,
but, look, none of that matters now.

We need to put our issues to the side.
Ebony's hurt.

She's in a hospital,
and she's in police custody.

I can't save her on my own.
I need your help.

I got a plan.

But you're not gonna like it.

[Cruz] Stiles.

I, um…

I--

I'm sorry.

About these couple days.

I guess Coltrane Wilder fooled me too.

He fooled a lot of people, Cruz.

I'm never gonna forget in the end
what you did to help me out.

I didn't just help you.

I may have closed this whole case.

[chuckles]

After Ebony Wilder was booked,
I had Yamaguchi run her fingerprints.

Remember the unknown prints

from the stockroom of the weed distro
from the Shaw killing?

Yeah.

They're hers.

Ebony was in the distro
the day that Manny was killed?

It's a definitive tie
between Coltrane Wilder

and the murder of Manny Shaw.

Hard evidence we can take to court.
Total vindication.

No, it's not "total"
until Coltrane is incarcerated.

Yeah, we're holding her here
until he shows up.

He'll come to get her. Then we'll get him.

[cell phone vibrates]

Um…

-Yeah. Cruz, I'll be right back.
-Yeah.

[tense music playing]

-[Cerullo] Lieutenant Stiles.
-Hey, listen, I need to call off the hit.

[Ernesto] Fuck that.

I have to arrest this guy instead.

That motherfucker killed six of our guys.|

The hit stays in place.

He has to die.

[call ends]

Fuck!

[doorbell rings]

Candace.

Come in, come in, come in.

Candace, hey, what are you doing here?

I was gonna call,

but I just did what Isaiah would do
and put myself in an Uber and--

Isaiah?

Hey, did he do this to you?

In a way. [whimpers]

Candace, you're not making any sense.

Hey, listen to me. Let me help you.

-Come here.
-[crying]

[dramatic music playing]

[suspenseful music playing]

You've been through such an ordeal.

Here. Here's a cup of tea.

-And a shot of whiskey just in case.
-I'll take the whiskey.

Okay.

We got the squad cars heading out
to the location that you gave me,

along with the coroner.

And you said Coltrane Wilder
killed how many men?

Maybe six.

I don't know, but he did it
because they were waiting for him.

'Cause they thought I was Ebony.

Why would they think you were Ebony?

And why would the Alvarez cartel
want to lure Coltrane Wilder into a trap?

Uh…

Coltrane, he…

He went there to save his wife.

He killed them in self-defense.

Don't tell me you're on his side, Candace.

I don't know whose side I'm on.

What I know…

is that I've been fooling myself
this whole time.

This… [scoffs]

This thing with Coltrane
has completely changed Isaiah.

I don't know who he is anymore.

I feel like I do not know
who I am anymore.

Maybe I made a mistake…

[sniffles]

…all those years ago…

choosing Isaiah over you.

[pensive music playing]

But you're here with me now.

And, Candace. I promise you,
I will always show up for you.

And you'll always be safe with me.

[cries]

["Sinnerman" by Nina Simone playing]

♪ Oh, sinnerman ♪

[Murphy] Jesus fucking Christ!
What the fuck?

Go to the emergency room.
I can see your fucking bone.

Get him out of here.

♪ Oh, sinnerman ♪

♪ Oh, sinnerman
Where you gonna run to? ♪

Can you punch in on that?

♪ Oh, sinnerman… ♪

Coltrane Wilder's in the building.

West stairwell.

We're on it.

[nurse] I need to check on the patient.

♪ Oh, sinnerman… ♪

-I'll check on you in a minute.
-Okay.

♪ Oh, sinnerman, where you gonna run to? ♪

♪ I said rock ♪

♪ I said rock ♪

Suspect is not on the fourth floor,
west stairwell.

Repeat, suspect not on the fourth floor,
west stairwell. Fan out and search.

♪ Don't you see I need you, rock? ♪

♪ Good Lord, Lord ♪

♪ All on that day ♪

♪ Oh, sinnerman ♪

♪ Oh, sinnerman ♪

♪ Oh, sinnerman ♪

♪ Oh, sinnerman ♪

♪ Oh, sinnerman ♪

-[gasps]
-Shh. Time to go.

♪ Oh, sinnerman ♪

♪ So I run to the river ♪

♪ It was bleedin', I run to the sea ♪

♪ It was bleedin', I run to the sea ♪

-[Coltrane] Look out!
-[murmuring]

[Stiles] Move! LAPD!

Move!

♪ Oh, sinnerman ♪

♪ Don't you see me prayin'? ♪

♪ Don't you see me down here prayin'? ♪

Where are you taking me?

♪ But the Lord said ♪

♪ Go to the Devil, the Lord said ♪

[Coltrane] Move!

Move!

♪ All on that day ♪

-Cerullo, where the fuck is he?
-[Cerullo] We fucking lost him.

[music fades]

[sirens blaring]

[engine rumbles]

[exhales]

Charlie.

Everything's gonna be okay.
Baby girl, I got you.

-[crying] I'm sorry, Charlie.
-You need to rest.

What about Coltrane?

Don't worry, all right? I got a plan.

We're wheels up in 20 minutes,
and there's a doctor on the plane.

You and your baby are gonna be all right.

[poignant music playing]

Thank you, Charlie.

I told you, you'd never have to be alone.
You never have to be alone, baby sis.

[cries]

Thank you.

[suspenseful music playing]

[engine starts]

All available units, suspect
is in a red late model Dodge Hellcat

proceeding south on Figueroa.

Fuck.

[tires screeching]

[helicopter pilot Bill] We have eyes
on the suspect in a red Dodge Hellcat.

[sirens blaring]

We have one unit right on his tail.

The suspect appears to be diverging.

Repeat,
the suspect appears to be diverging.

[horn honks]

Bill, you got eyes on him?

[helicopter pilot Bill] Suspect
is proceeding west on 55th Street.

All units, be advised.

[screeching]

[people clamoring]

Be advised,
citizens have crowded 55th Street.

[Stiles] What the fuck? Bill, you got him?

[Bill] I got him
until he gets to Inglewood.

I can't follow him into LAX airspace.

All units, 55th Street is blocked.
Finding alternate route.

[cell phone ringing]

Not now, Kevin.

["All the Things (Your Man Won't Do)"
by Joe playing]

♪ Hey love ♪

♪ You said you need
Someone to be there for you… ♪

What's wrong?

[exhales]

If you're worried about telling Isaiah,
I can do that.

Nobody's telling Isaiah anything.

Just…

I'm just not sure
if I should have come here.

Oh, Candace, look.
Stop beating yourself up.

You're a good person, and now,

you're finally with someone
who can take care of you the right way.

I have a whole life with Isaiah.

A son. I mean, despite the separation,
we do love each other.

Isaiah isn't even looking for you.

You were kidnapped,
held at gunpoint, missing for hours.

And he hasn't even called.

[cell phone rings]

Maybe that's him.

Not a chance.

[Malik sighs]

-Jacobson.
-Hey. Hey, hey, Mr. Jacobson, Kevin Keach.

-The ankle monitor guy, right?
-Mm-hmm.

You were authorized to remove the monitor
from Lieutenant Stiles.

He's been reinstated.

I'm not even calling about Stiles.

Um, well, not the lieutenant, exactly.

I-- I-- I took the monitor off,
and then I put it on his son.

No, no, no, no, he put it on his son,
and told me to turn it on to track it,

just in case
Wilder and Harper tried anything, um…

-He told me to call if anything happened.
-[Malik] Whoa.

Kevin, Kevin, slow down.
The monitor's on Noah Stiles?

-Yes, sir.
-Where the hell is he?

He in Inglewood.

[hip-hop music playing]

-[man 1] You all right back there?
-[man 2] Yo. Your boy's on the news.

He's still on.

It's right here.

Shit's live.

My dad said he was gonna
get this Coltrane nigga.

-Looks like he lied.
-You can't trust no police.

You right.

Nigga put this shit on me.

Ain't no problem, though.

[tires skid loudly]

Fuck!

[screeching]

[gunfire]

We got you, motherfucker!

[gunfire]

-Hey, there go them niggas right there.
-Hey, slide! Slide.

[horn honking]

[screeching]

[gunfire]

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

Shit!

[suspenseful music playing]

[panting]

-[gunshot]
-Fuck!

[grunts]

You killed my grandpops! I saw you do it!

Turn around!

I want you to see me!

If you pull that trigger, you kill me,
it's only one future for you, man.

-My dad said he was gonna kill you.
-He tried, Noah.

Trust me, he tried.
But he ain't smart enough to catch me.

Not like you, see?

You could be better than the both of us.
[panting]

-But only if you put that gun down.
-Man, everybody telling me what to do!

All right, so tell me what you want.

Te--

I want none of this to have ever happened.

Yeah.

-[gunshot]
-[voice] Noah!

[gunshots]

[Noah groans] Dad!

-[Stiles] Noah!
-Drop the weapon, Stiles! Drop the weapon!

-[Noah] Dad!
-Get away from my son!

-[Coltrane] If I let go, he'll bleed out.
-[groans in pain]

Drop the weapon!

[breathing heavily]

I walk away, you can take my place here.

Keep pressure on the wound,
call an ambulance, save his life.

If I drop this, you're gonna kill us both.

-You have to trust me, man.
-[Noah] Dad, help me.

[Coltrane] I'm leaving, Isaiah!

I'm gonna be with my wife.

You can save your son, go home
to your family, or you can chase me.

Shit.

-Face Candace when Noah dies.
-Dad!

[Coltrane] There's only two options.
You make the call!

[ominous music playing]

Come on, man.

Brinkley!

Look at me, Brinkley!

Dad!

Okay.

[Noah panting]

[Stiles] Noah.

Hey, you'll be okay. I got you. I'm here.

This is 1-king-20, I need a rescue
ambulance to respond immediately.

-[dispatcher] Copy that, 1-king-20.
-Okay.

-You're okay.
-Stiles!

[whimpers]

You were never gonna win!

[Noah grunting]

-Dad! My-- My leg, it burns.
-You're okay. Keep your eyes on me.

-[siren blaring]
-You're okay.

You're okay, hey.

Look at me, look at me, look at me.

[siren approaching]

[tense sting]

[silence]