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No! Let it go!

3 DAYS AGO

Okay, gentlemen. You know the rules.
Ten minutes, one conversation.

Hello? It's Clete Winslow.
Can I talk to Ruby?

Where is she?

No no! Where is my daughter?

Hello? You get one call!

-A conversation, asshole!
-Yes sorry.

Do not get up!

Tell them I'm talking.
Arrange it yourself in the office.

Call the streams.
Tell them I want to talk.

These are my terms.

Okay, okay. Relax.

The Democrats in California
would like to thank you for your contribution.

Later tonight we shall hear
the candidate for the Public Prosecutor's Office.

-Joanna, you're so beautiful tonight.
-Thanks.

Bert, the Rams will win the Super Bowl.

I did not say when
only that they will win.

Wow! You look so beautiful.

Thanks.

Can we go outside for a moment?

Now?

-Yes.
-Of course.

Great talk tonight.

Donors are hard to impress.

Yes ... You'll probably be fine.
It always does.

What?

It is sad.

We talk as if we are strangers.

Patrick, I do not think
it is the right time or place.

It is definitely the right time and place
to talk about this.

That is not correct.

It's not fair to ask
to pretend we are happily married.

Your campaign manager said

that this is the strategy for
that you have to win and you want it.

So that's fine with me.

No, it's not.

You do not think so.
That's not good for me either.

That's a lie.

Yes...

that is it.

I think it's time,
that we give up hope of ourselves.

For Izzy's sake.

For each other's sake.

I told Izzy,
that I could never walk away from her.

You're not leaving her.

You're leaving me.

Hey ... Thanks for coming.

You're still breathing from me.

Okay!

-Yes?
-You lied!

You lied to me!
I thought I could trust you.

Emma, it's late.
What are you doing here?

I'm shutting you in.

No no! Do not leave. Come back.

South, you know me.
I do not like to share.

-No it is not...
-I'm calling you.

Why did you not tell me?

Came...

Okay, you have to help me.
I do not know what you're talking about.

-My sister was a prostitute.
-She was an escort girl.

Why did you say nothing?
You should have said that.

That's not how I thought about her.

- Were you her customer?
-Yes.

-At the beginning.
- Was she good? Did you enjoy it?

Stop.
You have no right to judge her.

None of us can judge her.
We do not know what Jen went through.

-Stop calling Mallory Jen!
-That's who she is to me!

Who she was to me ...

I'm sorry,
that this is so hard for you.

But I do not want to apologize for

that I'm trying to make you remember
your sister in the best possible way.

She is so much more than,
how she supported herself.

What happened to her?

She was alive all that time
and never came home.

Why?

I'm trying to figure it out.

From now on I will tell you everything,
what I know.

Okay?

Emma, I can not
come for breakfast.

Was he suspected of the kidnapping
of Mallory?

I'm not sure.
Let me check.

Well okay.

The phantom image did not stay
identified

because the police did not follow the trail.

Hey. Send an SMS, Emma.
I just want to hear if you're okay.

We'll probably make it here.

South Burnett, it's early for us.

What are you wearing?

Something super sexy.

Hello! I'm talking on the phone!

Fletch, you need to track a mobile
for me. I want to know where it is.

Goddamn! Is your lover unfaithful?
You deserve better.

No, Fletch. It concerns Jens' sister,
Emma Mitchell.

She's played detective,
and I will follow, so to speak.

You're a cunning lady, South.

What did I say?

Fletch, where are you?
I do not even want to ask.

I'm sending you the number.
Okay, Fletch?

At your service, my own.

Okay, you interrupted a conversation
with my boyfriend.

This is called revenge.

Emma does not pick up the phone,
and I have texted twice.

She will probably answer.

She asked about the phantom image
was of a suspect.

Would you not ask,
who was it?

- Do you think Emma knows him?
- She's texting you.

-What the hell is that? You're not listening.
-Nothing.

Wow! You just gave me the anxious one
teens "nothing."

"What are you doing in the room?
with the door locked? "

"Nothing."

What's wrong?

What did you do with the door locked,
Sydney Gayle Burnett?

Do not say my middle name
and do not change subject.

You are not in charge of me.

The victim is Ricky Leon's coach,
Corey Hearns.

The press becomes interested,
for the battle is tomorrow.

They are to be weighed tonight. They and
the mayor will demand answers.

-The faster we get clues, the better.
-Ricky Leon has bad luck.

It could be revenge for all that,
which takes place in K-Town.

-Someone will send a message.
-Then there may be more on the way.

Let's get in the swing.

No signs of burglary.
The victim's car is outside.

No evidence of any other car
or person was here before Ricky came.

The guy obviously has not
hung himself.

It's not suicide.

There are only tracks from one car
in the mud.

The good thing about rain is that you know
when it begins and ends.

Hearns came here after the end of the rain.

According to the forensic pathologist
he died two days ago.

-A dead man can not drive.
-He was killed somewhere else.

So the killer drove Hearns' car
with the body of Hearns in it?

Someone has made a huge effort
to show it straight forward

for Ricky Leon.

It's more than a message.
It's a threat.

We're investigating Hearns.
See what you can find about the car.

Who's the suit with Ricky?

Maybe we should find out.

Ricky, where are you going?
We have more questions for you.

I have said what I have to say.
I came in,

and I found him like that.

Do you want to know more,
you must talk to my lawyer.

Now do not stand across.
We do not accuse you of anything.

We're just trying to solve the murder.

Do not you think I know
how does it look?

First Reuben, then Choi.

Now Hearns is dead.

Ricky found the body.
Suddenly he is the main suspect.

Or the next victim.

You should consider canceling the match.

It will not happen.

If you do your job,
there is no need to worry.

You know what? I think,
we had to cancel the match.

No, Ricky. That is not the answer.

Look around, man.

Everyone around me is dying.

It's not because of the fight.

Whoever does,
know exactly what they want.

That you should lose the chance for
to defend your title

and win the last belt.

You've been dreaming about this, Ricky.

You have toiled for that battle.

Do not let them win.

With everything that goes on,
it seems selfish.

So what?

You have not changed.

If you do not fight, they will say,
that you are cowardly.

They will say you are using this
as an excuse.

If you fight, it disappears,
happening in Koreatown.

Because you want to win.

You become the face of the district.

A hero.

Take it back, Ricky.

When you win,
you take K-Town back.

Yes. Okay.

No. Thanks, that's fine.

They have searched the home of Corey Hearns.

No signs of burglary or fight.

So he was not killed there.

There were only
his fingerprints in the car.

But the navigation shows
that they stopped at a gas station.

Wow! So the killer stopped
and refueled?

Yes, with the body in the trunk.

Sunroof open.

Running from there in gangster style

-Sometimes you make me laugh.
-Thanks.

-So what?
-What do you mean by "what then"?

Congratulations on the track.

Tell us what you find out.

No, you two have to check the gas station.

Sorry, you just gave us
a task, Walker?

Yes, I did, Burnett!

Are you okay, Benjamin?

Because that's not how it works.

-She called you Benjamin.
-Okay.

Today it works like this.

Oh! Jok loose in the spinach.

We just heard that the bomber
from K-Town, Clete Winslow,

is willing to talk to us now.

Jaså? He said the A team has
a high profile case to follow up on.

And to make it clear,
then we are the A-team.

He is Mr. T,
and I'm him the other guy.

Therefore, the B-team must
check the gas station.

-Yes.
-Now we retire.

It's now we're running.
We feel sorry for you.

Damn, what is this?

Spicy pork rind and two burritos?

I have four words for you, brother.

Bad digestion.

Come on. Five dollars. Come on.

Have a good stroke.

Oh, no ... Not you two!

There you can see.
It's Big Mikey.

- Do you miss us?
-No!

What? It makes me sad.

We just want to ask some questions,
BM.

Can not live your life
without interference?

I'm still limping
after your last few questions.

What did Pajamay say? She is lying!
I have not done anything!

Calm down.

- We did not know you worked here.
-It was a lucky case.

We just want to see receipts
and surveillance footage from last night.

Was that all?

I am happy to help,
but I work with transactions.

The man who just walked paid for
his burrito and pork belly.

McKenna, what is it called,
when you have information about a murder,

but refuse to share them with the police?

I think it's called
hindrance of investigation.

-Yes, it does.
- We can accuse you of that.

Maybe you can,
but you do not catch me.

I know my rights.
You can 't just arrest me ...

What are you doing? Hey!

What are you doing?

I feel we can reach
an amicable solution.

Okay, according to the GPS
was the car here at 03.

It's a mess.

It looks like the killer
used Hearns' credit card ...

at 03:05.

There's his car.

There we have it.

Okay, now let's put
a name on the face.

Shit! Brainfreeze! Where are you going?

Stop. You can not
left me like that. Come on.

-The key.
- Do you think what I do?

Three Slushy Monte?

Do you think you're funny?

Okay. I'm not blind.

You are behaving
as if I can not see.

You talk like ... Man!

I got it.

It was because you tried
to blackmail us.

- You're some cold fish.
-Good luck with that, Mikey.

I know where to get your hair done.
Tell Shalikawa I'm coming!

Damn!

-If you do not have a receipt ...
-I said I lost it.

Can you just look for
a guard uniform? I have to go to work.

Thanks.

LOS ANGELES POLITI

South, I just gave Isabel
McKenna allowed to come up.

-Why are you telling me that?
-She will meet you.

-Me?
-Her?

That was what they said.

You. I'm just the messenger.

Is it "nothing",
who you talked about?

No, she does not know yet.

Do not you think,
you should tell me about "nothing"?

-If she knows anything.
-Patrick and I are to be separated.

What? And you say that now,
where's Izzy going up here?

- Pretend you do not know.
-But I know.

She's on her way.

-South?
-Hi!

-Hi.
-Hi.

I surprised you. Pardon.

Yes ... Let's go in here.

Cool, right? Yes. Thanks.

Hey.

-Is everything well?
-Yes.

Yes, I will ask
a small service.

Can you be my character witness
to my application for authorization?

-No.
-Why not?

Izzy, you're not
a misunderstood teenager

with an alcoholic mother
and an incompetent father,

who goes to school and works for
to support his ingenious little brother.

-What?
-It was a good movie.

Well, but ...

You have two good parents,
who loves you.

But I'm 17.
I'm basically an adult.

I make my own money
and will make my own decisions.

You can too. You just have to talk
with Nancy and your father.

-I've tried.
-No no.

You announced it. And now you're under
him the influence of the Dyson guy.

- His name is Dylan.
-It's one fat. Listen now here ...

Izzy, stop it now.
Do you want to sue your parents?

At some point, you have to look around
and see how well you are doing.

So no.
I'm not going to court for you.

-McKenna wanted to shoot me.
-What does a small flesh wound do?

Give me a hug before I stamp out.

Okay, okay.

-Hi.
-Hi...

Do you not love each other anymore?

Honey, we love each other.

But we are not in love with each other.

I have to ask you for a favor.

Do you want to move home again?

-Why?
-Because he needs you.

I never told you
this before.

But...

I do not know who my father is.
I've never met him.

I fantasized about who he was,
or what he looked like.

How he dressed.

And when the kids at school asked,
where he was,

or why he was never there,

I came up with so many lies.

I dreamed,
that he would show up one day ...

and surprise me.

That day never came.

What you and your father have in common
is so special.

You have an incredible bond.

And you have been through so much.

Honey, he needs you.

Yes I know it.

Come here.

We tried.

I know.

-I love you.
-I love you too.

May I meet my daughter,
if I say what I know?

Or what?

We negotiate the best terms.

I want to meet her,
before I smoke in again.

- You know where she is, do you?
-Yes.

I'm just nervous.

It will be OK. Tell me everything,
what you know, answer their question.

Maybe I should write it down.
Do I have to write it down?

Can you take the handcuffs off?

It's a confession.
We have to write it down.

We could well use a notepad.

Thanks.

DDA is 15 minutes away.

I love the Polynesians.
It's so quiet.

In my neighborhood, people are shouting at each other.

They shout, "Hey, Jerry!"
No one shouts, "Hey, Luano!"

I never know what you're talking about.

I'm just saying that here is peaceful.

Yes.

Police!

Check the guard.
I'm taking care of the lawyer.

His gun is gone!

We'll get you to the hospital.

-He took my keys. He knows it.
- Do not speak.

Ben Walker here. We need help
at 13300 Agoura Road.

We have two victims
and an armed suspect at large.

-What kind of car did he drive?
-A blue Infiniti.

He's probably in a blue Infiniti,
registered in the name of Neil Allison.

We need an ambulance now!

We have notified airports,
train and bus stations.

His face is on TV.

He came from prison.
He has no money.

I think he will steal
another car.

Otherwise he must take public transport.

-He has the lawyer's phone.
-Track it.

I do not understand him.
We could have made a good deal.

Instead, he runs away. What is a
worth hunting, which can end in death?

I have printed his latest
conversations from prison.

I think he asked about his daughter.

She is in the social administration
custody.

He does not leave his child.
That was what the lawyer would say.

-He knows where she is.
- We have to find her first.

I'll send the daughter's address.

- I have to smash you.
- Are you going to play hard now?

-Your chain is fake.
-You're wasting your time.

-You have to see how to shine.
-You do this.

This is how you shine.

-It's wrong without Corey.
-No.

-Why not give me the belts now?
-What?

I am talking to you.
You are not a master, you are a fool.

- Do not point at me!
-I'm going to scare you!

What are you about to do?

Koreatown's own boxers,
Ricky "The Lion" Leon

has decided to continue
with tonight's championship match,

despite finding his coach,
Corey Hearns, deceased.

Ricky is never lucky.

Fletch, do you have anything about Emma?

The cell phone stopped pinging
two hours ago.

It's outside the hacker zone
or in flight mode.

The last place it pinged,
was in Echo Park.

-What's up in Echo Park?
-Vera Coltrane.

- Does Emma know her?
-No, I do.

Soft hands, strong legs.

-Stop!
-Thank you, Fletch.

Tell her when she's online again.

Yes, your desire is my law.

Do you think I overanalyze and that
the phantom picture does Emma say nothing?

Trust your instinct, South.

It's so frustrating.
I just want to catch the guy.

-Hi.
-So what?

We've matched the video of the killer
with the driving license register.

I'm sending it now.

TJ Hobbs. I have the address.

- Shall we meet there?
-Yes.

I am leaving.

-Be careful out there.
-Always.

Emptied.

They must have kept Hearns' body here.

Wow ...

It's a map of the arena.
He must be on his way there now.

And so are we. Came.

-Hello.
-TJ Hobbs killed Hearns.

He's on his way to the arena now.

We can not cancel the match.
The audience is here already.

We must increase security.
What's his plan?

We think he's disguised
as a guard.

Get him out of the arena.
Do not panic. I am coming.

Security!

Out with you. Safeguards.

Safeguards. Out with you.
Safeguards. Go now.

Come on! Off!

Let me introduce first
our WBA champions.

From the car city of Detroit in Michigan,

David "Thunder" Hayes!

And at home,

WBC, IBF and WBO World Champion
in light heavyweight,

Ricky "The Lion" Leon!

ROUND 2

Get him away from me!

A guard uniform has been thrown away
on the toilet.

We are no longer looking for a guard.

I can see the suspect.
He's north of the ring.

ROUND 3

I have found the suspect,
on the floor, close to the ring.

Section 23A.

He's seen us.
He walks towards the northeast tunnel.

Police! Stop!

I'm going north.

Pistol! Stop!

Leon will be hospitalized for a few days.

Blood tests indicate poisoning,
but he manages.

We caught the perpetrator,
but we should be vigilant.

-You have to lead the Winslow case.
-Okay.

Listen, everyone.

That's a priority
to find Clete Winslow.

We work in shifts,
until we find him.

Rest.
We have to start fresh tomorrow.

Go home and kiss the babies.

-What about you?
-I'm doing some paperwork.

We can chase him for a while.

Not if I'm in it.

Go now!

-Two ... A hard day?
-Yes.

Go. I'll see you tomorrow.

Thanks.

You...

We have not talked about it,
but my sofa is vacant.

Oh ...

I'm actually going to stay with Nico
a while.

Because I'm exhausted
and in need of sleep,

-and you snore loudly.
-I'm not snoring.

God! Do you remember last night?
The surveillance on Hawthorne?

It was as if a freight train was running
through the car. That was how high it was.

We would have been discovered.

I'm sorry,
that you're losing your family, McKenna.

Yes...

So am I.

But you know what?
Don't call me McKenna anymore.

-Not that?
-No.

It's Perez.

Should I say it that way?

Or "Perezz."

I'm not some fucking gringo.

-I do it with gestures and all.
-Perez.

Think about your time in Miami.

I'll see you tomorrow.

-Hi.
-Hi.

It's late to wash clothes.

I am at home.

-About empowerment ...
-No, I'm home, Dad.

I love you.

I know.

I love you too.

I finally talked to Emma.
It sounded intrusive.

She should be here soon.
I can lock if you want to go.

And leave you alone here?

-I'm a policewoman, Dad.
-That's exactly what I mean.

If uninvited guests arrive,
you will attack them.

Then I have to sweep glass up
and demand insurance money.

Marcus taught me to fight.
It is his fault.

Are you still giving your brother
the blame for everything?

-He beat like a girl.
-He closed his eyes and closed.

I remember the first time
you beat him.

You were raw!

South, I've found him.

The man in the phantom image
is Wayland James.

He sold fake ID to Mallory.
Jen Striker.

What do you mean,
that you found him?

I know exactly where he is.

Take me to my daughter.

-I can not.
-Wrong answer.

- I do not know where she is, Clete.
-I saw you take her.

You will not get your daughter back
thus.

Shut up.

You have to take me to her.

I do not know where she is.

Get up.

Here you go.

Believe me, you do not get what you want,
if not you release me.

-Believe in you?
-Yes.

Yes Yes...

Let me go, you pig!

Or what?

-What?
- You will die.

Yes Yes.

Smile. Smile!

This, this.

And this.

What? Walker never uses FaceTime.

-Yes, it's group FaceTime.
-They'm probably pregnant again.

-Really?
-He has eaten a lot of oysters.

Do you think so? Let's see.

Stand in front of the camera.
We can not see you.

Turn to the light.

What the hell?
What happened to you?

Track the call.

-Help me.
-Where are you?

I do not know.

He wants to see his daughter.

Hello there.

We're coming to you, you asshole.

This is not how you negotiate.

Let Walker go, otherwise we will not speak.

No, it does not work that way.
I'm the one in charge.

Do not force me to kill him.

Pick up my daughter and call me.
I want to see you have her.

Find the address now!

Hurry before he bleeds.

Come on! Off! Come on!

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