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Previously on Deputy...

There's no more space for men like you.

Not in this city, and certainly not in this election.

People don't want a gunslinger in this office.

Get out.

Today I announce my candidacy

for sheriff of Los Angeles County.

A deputy was shot yesterday.

I'm Luna's informant.

I am obligated to inform you

that Roberto and Camilla's maternal grandmother

has filed for custody.

Oh, you have gotten so big!

Grandma said we're gonna see her all the time now. Is that okay?

I can't let this happen.

- I'm not gonna. - Hey, honey.

- There's a shooter. - Where's the gunman?

You! Get off the phone, now!

Paula!

I'm not exactly a philosophical guy.

I take things as they are.

Once you start thinkin' about how they oughta be,

well, that's dangerous territory.

Especially for a lawman.

But then there's the other side of it.

Accountability.

Now I've had plenty to say about this department,

where it is now, where it's headed.

But there's ten million people in this county.

Maybe it's time for them to speak.

Let the chips fall where they may.

What?

You said you had a handle on this.

- Paula. - I know. I heard you.

I'm just tired and annoyed.

I haven't slept.

And I've tried everything, I've tried therapy, meds...

exercise.

Honey.

You are one of the top three surgeons in California.

Taking some time off won't change that.

I appreciate you saying that.

That's not an option. Not with all the drama

that I've just had with the funding.

Okay.

I'm here if you need me.

So does everyone get a beach shift

at the end of training or only the best?

Only mine.

I came up with the watch commander down here.

We have a little exchange program.

You know, I think you're gonna miss me.

Maybe we should head back to Lennox so you can focus.

Maybe we should hit the beach after our shift.

- You brought your bikini with you? - You wish.

Attention units.

Oh. Eyes up, baby face.

There's a 459 in progress,

1823 Franklin.

- 101-Adam responding. - Copy that.

Code in 3.

Yeah.

I could do this.

- Wow. - Boot.

Yep, I'm comin'.

Sheriff's Department!

Don't move!

- Hey! - Stop!

- Stay down. - I didn't do anything.

I was checking on Raymond.

I live in the backhouse.

You gotta help him. He's hurt.

Hands behind your back, now.

Joseph!

- Boot! - Yo!

He's still breathing. Call the ambulance.

101-Adam requesting 902R to my location.

Male, adult, unconscious, head injury.

Copy that.

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Good morning, papi.

Morning, mija.

Mom, what did I say?

Your daughter is growing and she needs to...

No. Cooking.

- Mags, you ready for today? - Nope.

Good. Neither am I.

There he is. Man of the hour.

If you say so, Jorge.

- Morning. - Good morning.

This is a good time to announce.

I trust your judgment.

Incumbent always has the advantage

in the sheriff's race.

Name recognition.

Technically, the incumbent died.

True.

You know, Bradford came to me.

- Few weeks before it happened. - For what?

The Latino vote.

And what did you tell him?

Learn Spanish.

I told him to open up.

Be accessible.

That's why I set up this interview today.

But you're the expert.

I'm just curious what you all might say about me.

Nothing we wouldn't say to your face.

Speak for yourself.

It's the LA Times.

Them having access to the sitting sheriff and his family,

it's a big story.

They'll play nice.

And we have something to humanize you

when we launch the campaign.

Didn't know I needed humanizing.

You're larger than life, Bill.

So we show 'em your heart, your family.

And then, with your speech, you show the people

that Bill Hollister is an Angeleno,

through and through.

When they vote for you,

they are voting for themselves.

That's how we win.

Well, the speeches I don't mind.

It's the glad handing.

The gold digging.

I don't want anyone thinking I owe them a favor.

All right, who are you?

Why were you in the house?

Corey Kemp. I rent the guest house.

Hadn't seen Raymond in days.

His car didn't move. I got worried.

Why didn't you just call us?

I don't know. I just...

I thought I should see if he was in trouble first.

Anyone else come by the house the last few days?

Any suspicious activity?

I heard him having a fight with someone in the house

a couple days ago.

It was pretty heated.

With who?

I don't know who you think you're protecting,

but I suggest you watch your own ass.

Minnick, I found the vic's cell phone.

Thirty-two missed calls from Oliver.

That's his son. You should talk to him.

Yeah, thank you.

Also, a bunch of texts and missed calls from Becca.

I don't know who she is.

You said that real fast.

Go make yourselves useful.

You sure you don't know Becca?

That wasn't bad

for your first attempt.

I couldn't even stand up.

Well, neither could I my first go.

Hey, come here.

Listen, it's not about standing up

your first time on a board,

or even your second or your third.

It's about feeling the waves,

getting to know the water and understanding its power.

You call that water knowledge.

If you don't respect the ocean, it'll take you down.

What's up, kiddo?

We don't wanna live with grandma.

We wanna live with you.

Hey, listen.

Don't you guys worry about that, okay?

Leave that to me and Teresa

'cause we're gonna fight tooth and nail

to have you guys keep living with us.

You wanna know why?

'Cause we're a family.

And nothing's gonna change that.

Nothing.

Bring it in.

I thought I made myself clear the last time.

We need to talk.

You drop your phony investigation yet?

Give me a reason.

I shouldn't have to.

I know you're announcing your run for sheriff.

Are you sure that's what you want?

Have you asked yourself the same question?

Keep handing out deals to corrupt cops

then try walking down the street in South LA.

Or even getting a dinner reservation on Bunker Hill.

I'd rather be effective than popular.

Sorry, Carol. That's my brand.

Phone wasn't password protected.

Hasn't made a call in two days.

Oh.

Corey wouldn't be stupid enough to do this

and hang around for two days, then break in.

I don't know.

He doesn't exactly seem like an intellectual.

Well, let's meet the kids.

Can we make this quick?

We should be with our dad at the hospital.

I understand.

The more you tell us, the quicker this goes.

What happened?

We think your father was pushed down the stairs.

Becca.

- I knew it. - Oh, come on.

She's a lot of things, she's not a killer.

He's not dead yet.

Who's Becca?

He has missed calls and texts from her.

His... girlfriend.

She just so happens to be younger than both of us.

Did they fight a lot?

I couldn't tell you.

I refused to visit when she was there.

How long have they been together?

Two years.

We tried to stage an intervention,

- get Dad to end it. - But what do we know?

We're only his flesh and blood.

We wanted to protect him and his money.

Tenant out back said he heard Raymond fighting

with a woman yesterday.

Corey? He's probably spying on them.

Why do you say that?

I mean... Come on.

He's a little off.

It wouldn't be the first time.

You should definitely talk to Becca.

Do you have an address?

Uh, all I know is that

she lives in an apartment near the airport.

I'm sensing a little tension between you and your father.

We'll be in touch in the next few days, okay?

Great.

The point of the story

is to put a human side to Sheriff Hollister.

We wanna know the man behind the badge.

The father. The husband. The son-in-law.

Bill Hollister is real, that's what you need to know.

He's the only person we trust with our daughter.

Even after what happened at the prison?

Your daughter was held hostage because of the sheriff.

That's not even fair.

You can't blame Dad for what bad people do.

Any implication that our lives

have been negatively affected by Bill's choices

is completely dishonest.

We all make sacrifices.

That's what public service is about.

That's why he's sheriff. That's why he will stay sheriff.

Would you like some more coffee?

Yes, please. Thank you.

Hey.

Wow, that was fast, yeah.

Send it to me. Okay.

What's up?

We're up on Becca's phone.

Oh, great.

I remember the first time I took you to school.

Kindergarten.

I don't, thank God.

All the other kids they were crying,

refusing to go in but not you.

You just gave me a kiss on the cheek

and told me not to worry.

Ha.

And then I started crying.

You okay, Mom?

- Yeah, I'm fine. - Really?

'Cause both abuela and I are worried about you.

There is nothing to worry about.

I thought we didn't lie to each other.

I just can't get her face out of my head.

Did you do the breathing exercises?

Yeah, they're not working anymore.

What did Dr. Hake say?

That I have to face my fears.

Well, you don't have to alone.

You've got me. And Dad.

Yeah, well, I don't have myself right now and it pisses me off.

I'm so proud of you. I am.

You've been through so much these past few months

and the way that you've handled everything

it just really shows the woman that you're becoming.

Yeah, it took me a minute to understand

but I get it now.

I need Dad...

so does LA County.

I guess we're just gonna have to learn to share.

She still inside?

Yeah.

She's taking her time.

You would too if you had access to that kinda cash.

Here we go.

Becca?

I paid for everything this time, relax.

Uh, actually we're here about Raymond.

- What about Raymond? - There was an incident.

Wait, what are you talking about?

Raymond found me at just the right time.

I'd been sleeping in my car, doing what I could for money.

He never judged.

Seems like his kids might.

I get it. I'm younger than them.

But that doesn't change the way I feel about Ray.

If the same thing happened to my dad,

I don't know what I'd do.

But not throw an intervention, I know that.

Oh, you heard about that, huh?

There's nothing Raymond doesn't tell me.

And I can't exactly be mad. If they hadn't have done that,

we would've never gotten married.

Wait, you're married?

In the living room in our bathrobes.

Raymond made a few calls and someone was over the same night.

But I thought you had an apartment across town.

I... I do.

I'm not stupid. I know what this looks like.

Young woman. Older, rich man.

I demanded I keep my place and we signed a prenup

'cause I never wanted anyone questioning my intentions.

Did you get into an argument with Raymond that afternoon?

No, that was Reagan.

His daughter?

Yeah, she found out we were married

and she got pretty upset.

She didn't tell you?

No, it must have slipped her mind.

What happened?

Jogger found the body early this morning.

We're still canvassing, but nothing yet.

Thank you, Deputy.

So what's up? Why are we here?

When Homicide comes in,

I like to run it through the system.

- Just in case. - You do love your homework.

So did this guy.

He was a CI.

Is he one of ours?

Actually he was yours.

All right. You got my number.

Okay, thanks.

Well, nobody can tell me when he went missing,

where he was living, nothin'.

Which means everything.

That many people clam up, they know something,

that's for damn sure.

Well, who was he?

Jeffrey Williams.

Ran guns for XI Seven until his son got shot

seventeen times by a rival gang.

And then he turned informant.

You know I put a lot of bad dudes behind bars

because of Jeffrey.

Back in my Pentagon days,

someone gets offed liked that,

they're an example for everyone else not to go rogue.

It's a tricky thing about the path to redemption,

a lot of people won't let you climb out of that gutter.

Where do we look first?

Oh, I got an idea,

but I'm gonna need the sheriff's help first.

You all right?

Yeah.

Not gonna lie, this one hurts a little bit,

but I got something I need to handle

on the personal side, too.

Oh, speaking of personal.

No.

Oh, come on, Bish, give me the dish.

Fine.

Julie works with Dr. Reyes

and is helping me find an apartment,

which is proving difficult on a single deputy's salary.

Ooh, and maybe she needs a roommate?

Hmm. This is me walking away.

Hey!

Hey, Bill, I have a favor to ask.

You need a trim?

Hey, Sheriff. How you doin' today?

Thanks, guys. Jacob?

Ol' Curtis.

Well, if it isn't the sheriff of Los Angeles County.

You know Jeffrey Williams?

That's Bobby's boy.

Heard he caught a bad break.

- You know why? - Word on the street is

he found a better deal with the competition.

Management must not have been too happy about that, huh?

No, sir.

They made it clear he understood that.

Crystal.

Appreciate it.

When you announcing?

Tomorrow actually.

It's about damn time.

Everyone keeps tellin' me I gotta become a politician.

You know I can't do that.

You already are, Bill.

Just not the kind they're used to.

Everyone's supposed to be this or that.

Left or right.

You've never been anything but Bill.

That's why you're gonna win.

Thanks for the confidence.

I'll see ya.

Yes, sir.

Cade.

You were right.

It was Williams' own people who did that to him.

They were sendin' a message not to play both sides.

Interesting place for a meeting.

Well, I had already had too much coffee today, so...

What's this about?

I saw you lurking around my fundraiser.

What, you doing some oppo research?

No, I like to think of myself as an informed voter.

And I wanted to see

what a Carol Riley administration might look like.

What'd you learn?

You've genuine concern for the county

with an unparalleled conviction rate.

Your peers respect you.

Some of them fear you.

The men do.

I did some research on you, too.

Army intelligence. Time at the pentagon.

Some private contracting.

And you did the whole whistleblower thing before it was cool.

Some pretty thorough research.

It's what I do.

Sheriff Hollister isn't like the men you so clearly resent.

His character is what serves him best in this job

and now that you know my history,

you'll know I like an insurgent.

I don't need your vote, Bishop,

but after I win,

I do hope I can earn your respect.

If you win.

Deputy Ward. What are you doing here?

Are the children okay?

Oh, they're fine.

They're better than fine. That's...

why I came here to talk, Carmen.

I wanna keep my kids.

Well, I'm sure this can't be easy,

but the children belong with family.

Exactly.

As far as me and my wife and the kids are concerned,

we are family.

The law disagrees.

Look, can't we work out some sort of compromise here?

Where Camilla and Roberto can keep the stable home

that Teresa and I created for 'em

and still have you a big part of their lives?

Look, I was in the system and bouncing between homes

isn't good for their development.

This is a stable home.

And with the money that the state

is going to give me for keeping the kids...

These kids aren't a paycheck!

Let me remind you, you were MIA when they needed you most.

Oh, you mean when you killed their father?

What kind of a grandmother would I be

if I allowed those kids to stay with a murderer?

You know how long it took us to gain their trust...

and make them feel safe again?

I need to protect them.

I get that you're trying to be a white knight, Mr. Ward.

I just wish people like you would stop coming around

thinking that brown folks need you to save them.

Race has nothing to do with this!

I love those kids and I'm gonna keep fighting for 'em.

Can you say the same?

Well, you will lose that fight when I call DCFS.

Do you raise your voice to the children

the way you do with me?

Now get the hell out of here

before I call the police, too.

I was serious, Riley.

I'll have you escorted back down to the eighth floor.

Not a good look.

I'm just wrapping up my investigation.

This is a courtesy call.

Oh, I doubt that.

If I pass the case along to Justice Integrity Division,

there will be indictments.

Yourself and Deputy Harris amongst them.

I told you once about threatening my godson.

Or... you reconsider your announcement.

I believe your kind refer to that as extortion.

Ah, semantics. If you're not sheriff,

then you're not a threat to the system.

So, really, I'm saving taxpayer money.

I thought you'd appreciate that.

See you on the news, Bill.

Hey, babe.

I think I just blew it.

Big time.

Call me back, would ya?

I need you back home.

Damn it!

Best thing on the menu is the tongue.

Deputy Minnick.

Levon.

You good? You look a little jumpy.

I'm actually thinking about leaving town.

Who are you runnin' from now?

It's not even like that.

It's time to find a different life.

Where are you headed?

- I... - Actually, I don't wanna know.

Look...

thank you for keeping me on after Luna went.

You didn't have to do that.

Yeah, I did.

You helped me close his last case.

I know that would have meant a lot to him.

Look, I gotta roll, but...

I just wanted to say goodbye.

Take care of yourself.

You, too, Levon.

- Cade. Hey. Can I get your help? - Yeah, shoot.

All right. Minnick, Harris, and Carter

are working a case in Malibu, we got two suspects on.

A daughter who lied about an altercation with the vic,

and a new wife half his age.

- Rule one... - Follow the money.

I know, but the wife signed a prenup

and the kids are already executors on the estate.

It just doesn't seem motive enough.

You got paper to run financials?

- Yeah. - All right, don't worry about motive

track what's going where. There's always a trail.

And filter out the small stuff.

That's interesting.

What?

The wife has been wiring funds

to a joint account, but the husband is not

the joint account holder.

Who is?

My guess is the person who attacked Raymond Corrigan.

- Hey. - Hey.

- What's going on? - That was Bishop.

They dug into Becca's financials.

Let me guess. She spent it all.

No. Most of it's being funneled into a different account.

Last transfer was a few hours ago

to some shell company.

That seems a little too high level for her, right?

Hmm.

She's back at the house.

Just got word from the hospital.

Raymond passed.

What, so Homicide's just gonna step in

and snake our arrest now?

Not if we can get there first.

I'll change. We can head back out.

Why? You look nice.

Looking nice isn't part of the job.

And also... I know.

- Don't say it. Not a word. - Do I look nice?

Mourning period ended quick.

Maybe this is the wake.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. This is a private event.

I need to see a warrant, officer.

Yeah, I got your warrant right here.

You can't touch me.

Put him in the car.

Hands behind your back.

- You seein' her? - Nope.

All right, check upstairs.

Wow. Sleeping with your stepmom?

Pretty sure there's a rule for this kinda thing, Oliver.

Hey! Hey, stop!

I hope she was worth your father's life.

Suspect caught, detained.

The other one is in my custody.

Put your clothes on. You're coming with me.

Is he in?

You can't go in there.

Your posse just can't help themselves, can they?

Homicide specifically told Deputy Minnick

they were taking over the investigation.

And yet she continued to work on the case.

With assistance from Major Crimes.

My deputies only worked the case till Homicide showed up.

They were late, so we got a jump on things.

Otherwise the case wouldn't have been solved.

Results don't justify means, Bill.

Don't they? You something, Jerry?

I've been doing a lot of thinking lately.

What it is that I stand for,

what I'm trying to accomplish in this department,

and the same answer keeps popping up.

What's that?

I'm here to serve.

170 years of experience and tradition

led to the policies and procedures

that you undermine on a daily whim.

Why is your judgment so superior to those who came before you?

Why can't you stay in your lane?

For the sake of the department?

For those that'll sit in your chair after you're gone?

Guys like you, you mean.

You know, believe it or not, Bill, no, not guys like me.

While you were content to work the streets your whole career

with no ambition of higher office,

I was doing my homework,

learning on the tenth floor, studying for the job.

Protocol is the backbone of this department, Bill.

Deep down, you know that.

I'm announcing today.

I'd like you to be there.

Why would I do that?

Because I asked.

So?

Just got off with Homicide.

Oliver confessed.

What, to everything?

He and Becca had been sleeping together for months.

Once he found out that he got cut out of his dad's will,

he convinced her to marry the old man.

Share the money. They did it together.

Well, it's time for me to celebrate with the boys.

It's 11:00 a.m.

Yeah. I've been up for 36 hours.

So it's midnight as far as I'm concerned.

You wanna come?

After he finishes his paperwork.

And don't think I don't know it was you

who convinced him to pass off his reports

to Deputy Adams, Carter.

He needs to learn the right way before he learns the shortcuts.

- Understood. - Hmm.

I will see you soon.

I get it. You don't like Carter.

I don't give a damn about Carter.

Don't take this the wrong way,

but you have an opportunity

to be one of the best this department has to offer.

I'm rooting for you,

but if you get wrapped up with the wrong crowd,

you're gonna forget how special you really are.

I'm hearing a couple of things from that.

One, you think I'm very special, which I appreciate.

Okay, here you go running your mouth again.

Two, there's no wrong way to take it

because the fact that you are thinking about me so much

is all that really matters.

Okay, I'm done.

Wait, am I close?

I'm in the ballpark, right?

Carol. Close the door, please.

A woman always loves to hear that.

I have information that can hurt Bill.

- What are you waiting for? - What are you offering?

Oh, so this is a trade?

No.

I want you to concede the race.

Serve in my administration.

What do you have on him?

- Do we have a deal? - Let me get this straight.

You have information

that'll sink Hollister's campaign,

clearing the path for my election.

And you want me to concede?

Then, and only then will I release it.

Wow.

Too bad, Jerry.

I am so curious now.

Really? I like the one with the pool view.

Might make me forget I'm in the valley.

Deputy Bishop?

Here are those files from the coroner you requested.

Thank you. Great. Hey, I gotta go.

Yep.

Hi, is this Deputy Friedman?

This is Bishop from Major Crimes.

Wondering if you can help me out.

Nicholas Phillips, did you know him?

Had Phoenix tags on his arms?

Yeah, I'm looking at the coroner report right now.

I was wondering if you could tell me whether he was one of ours.

An informant, yeah.

That's what I thought.

No, I know.

It looks like they did it to make an example of him.

I will, thank you.

I have some things I need to say.

- And you're going to listen. - Is that right?

I'm all ears.

You're never gonna see David again.

Was it worth that?

I didn't have a choice.

Sure you did.

No one else was gonna save him.

I would have found a way.

But you took that power away from me

when you broke into the prison.

And since then, I just...

I've been letting you hold onto some of my power.

Is that right?

Yeah, that's right.

But not anymore.

'Cause I know what I'm made of

and I am not gonna let you affect my life anymore.

This all started because you lost faith.

Here comes the God speech.

That's not the kind of faith I'm talking about.

I'm talking about faith in people.

If I can save someone, I'm gonna do it.

I don't care who they are or what they've done.

And my husband lives by the same code.

Until you crossed the line.

And that's the choice that you made.

Are you finished?

I am not afraid anymore.

Now I'm finished.

I gotta say, at least Corrigan went out with a bang.

I'm inspired. That could be me one day.

Malibu mansion. Instagram wife.

Weird guy out back, creeping on you at night.

Who can blame him for wantin' to see the show?

Shot for the road?

No. Man, how do you function tomorrow?

Practice and consistency.

Let's go.

Whoa. Watch yourself.

Hey. What'd you say to me?

I said why don't you watch yourself?

Hey, hey, hey. Chill out.

Control your boy, man.

- What? - Hey, hey!

Hey, get off of him, man.

Carter, Carter, come on, bro.

Carter!

Carter, Carter, Carter, Carter, stop.

Hey! Enough! Carter, let's go.

What the hell, man?

What the hell is Joseph doing here anyway at this time?

Someone start talkin'.

This is on me, Sheriff.

This guy, he bumped into me...

The guy they just took to the hospital?

Yeah. And we had words,

Harris stepped in, he-he deescalated by the book.

And then this guy just started yelling at my boy.

Yelling what?

Just...

Racial stuff.

Slurs, sir.

And, uh, I just lost it.

I'm sure he's gonna claim assault.

And-and I'm sorry,

but I'm always gonna have my boy's back.

That how you recall things?

Yeah.

Yeah, that's pretty much how it went down.

Put 'em in the tank

till they come up with a better explanation.

When you wear the badge,

you have to represent a higher standard.

This isn't it.

If you ever pull that race card again,

you'll have two black eyes.

I'm sorry.

- We good? - No, we are not good.

You made it, Dad.

Hey.

I figured you needed another Hollister man

here to witness this circus.

Don't get too sentimental.

Remember something for me.

This moment, all these cameras,

doesn't mean anything.

What you do with it, that's what matters.

- I'm proud of you, son. - Thanks, Dad.

- You good? - I got closure.

- And now it's up to me. - I know you can handle it.

- Thanks for coming. - Of course.

- Jorge. - You got this.

Go get 'em, Dad.

- I love you. - I love you, too.

Here we go.

I shouldn't be standing here.

Came down to some bad luck,

and a single line on a 170-year-old document.

We're all expected to have faith in the system.

Well, nothing I've witnessed over the past 108 days

has made me a believer.

Hypocrisy, corruption, fear.

That's the system.

That's not who we are.

That's not what it means to pin this star to your chest.

What it means...

is that against all odds I have the power

to change this world for the better.

And with that power comes grave responsibility.

The Hall of Justice,

it belongs to the people of Los Angeles.

And the brave men and women who put on this uniform every day,

prepared to make the ultimate sacrifice.

That's who I serve.

And that's who I want standing beside me.

The ones who hold the line.

And the ones we've lost along the way.

My name is Bill Hollister.

I'm the sheriff of Los Angeles County.

And I aim to keep this job.

But that...

that'll be up to you.

Thank you.

Hey, you headed down to, uh, Bill's thing?

Wanted to, but take a look at this.

I just ID'd another informant.

This one was found hanging from a flagpole.

Are you telling me this is connected to Williams' death?

It's hell of a coincidence if it isn't.

Explain it to me again.

Two dead in two days.

Signatures are different

but they have something in common.

They're all informants for the department.

Someone is killing our CI's.