Original subtitles

Jane, this is Marcy Sykes from Child Protective Services.

What? Why?

Ms. Sadler, is there somewhere we can talk?

You're gonna run this story one way or the other, right?

Probably.

- This time tomorrow? - Okay.

What are you writing about? You want me to read it?

Nope. No, thank you.

Gomez called me into his office. I'm on my way.

Just don't tell him about the Casita Victim Number One, all right?

I need to dig into this a little more.

Personal effects from your Jane Doe.

There's an address, but not from Ms. Gonzalez.

Then who?

The original buyer... Christopher Gomez.

This is not another story about police corruption.

This is about one man, heartbroken,

delusional, irrational.

[SHOTGUN COCKS]

CHRIS: What's the story with this guy?

Who'd he kill at this casita?

Tremblay!

Nobodies... bangers. It's nothing to worry about.

Look, we're gonna get him.

[GUNSHOT]

[GRUNTS]

♪♪

[GASPS]

- Mama! - Oh, my God!

Oh, my God! Lake!

Oh, my God. [SOBBING]

Synced & corrected by kinglouisxx www.addic7ed.com

JANE: Taraxacum is a wildflower

native to Eurasia and North America.

They are edible in their entirety.

The common name, "dandelion," comes from French...

dant-de-lion, meaning "lion's tooth."

LAKE: Okay, now do peanut butter.

Hey, you see Sadler and the kid?

- JANE: Peanut butter... - All right.

...is a food paste

made from ground, dry-roasted peanuts.

Marcellus Gilmore Edson of Montreal, Quebec,

was the first person

to patent peanut butter in 1884...

Pea... hey. [SIGHS]

They told us we could relax in here,

get away from the chaos.

Good.

Cookies and cream.

This was my son's favorite at your age.

Oh, if a policeman gives it to you,

you have to have it.

That's actually the law.

Okay.

Thank you.

[CHUCKLES] Good?

You know, you're one impressive little kid.

Think you're ready to have a talk with me now,

let me ask you some questions?

Can Mama be there? And Daddy?

I'm going to have someone there that works with children,

helps them through this sort of stuff.

Is it all right if Mommy and Daddy wait in the next room?

You'll be safe.

Maybe we can watch on the video?

Yeah, you could stick your tongue out at us.

Yeah?

Normally, we do this without your parents,

but we can let them watch... turn the sound off.

That way, if you want to tell me a secret,

nobody else will hear it.

What do you say?

- Okay. - There you go.

- [MID-TEMPO HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYS] - [GROANS]

♪ We can go 12 rounds ♪

♪ First one to step be the first one get knocked down ♪

♪ I'm in the ring with my hands held high ♪ [GLASS CLANKS]

"I watched these embattled parents

face their own powerlessness.

All that's left to do is wait."

♪ I'm a pit bull killer, I was born to fight ♪

"And so, we wait."

♪ I'm the real... that you talk about ♪

Yeah.

That's good.

Send that. Send that.

Yeah.

Yeah.

[MUSIC FADES]

Yeah.

[SIGHS]

- ALI: Tom. - TOM: Hey, I-I sent it.

I had to... had to plug my nose and write all night.

Drank half a bottle of vodka to stop from judging myself,

you know, but I sent it.

- Tom, listen. - It's two days late, but I... it's good.

Ali, um, I'm not used to even writing that fast.

I-I think they're gonna probably want

- a continuing story 'cause it's not... - Tom, listen, listen.

- ...'cause it's not wrapped up. - They found her alive and well.

W-What, Lake?

They found her?

Yeah, she's here at the LAPD, and she's fine.

Well, thank God.

I mean, that's...

[LAUGHING] That's amazing.

- [CHUCKLES] Yeah. - I can't believe that.

Hey, can you run by the grocery store,

just pick up some stuff, and meet us at Jane's?

Yeah.

I mean, I probably... I probably shouldn't drive.

I-I smell like booze, honey.

Grab a cab.

Yeah, okay.

[CELLPHONE BEEPS]

[CELLPHONE CLATTERS]

[HIP-HOP MUSIC RESUMES]

♪ ...in the square with my gloves on, ready to dance ♪

[GRUNTS]

Ah!

BIRD: Lake?

Can you tell me about the night you were taken from Casey?

There was a big light...

and a big, loud bang...

and then, I woke up in a car.

Did you see who was driving the car?

Once, I saw a hummingbird

that was the size of a bumblebee.

Now that's a pretty small bird.

I wanted to catch it,

but my mom wouldn't let me.

She saw a rattlesnake,

and she picked me up and ran before I got to see it.

She takes good care of you.

♪♪

So, you were in the back seat of the car.

Did the driver speak to you?

No.

He... He took me to his house,

and I had to stay in a room.

♪♪

If I show you some pictures,

you think you'd be able to tell me

which one was the man that was driving the car?

♪♪

♪♪

I missed hip-hop class,

and I bet Grace knows all the moves and I don't.

Detective, could I have a word?

♪♪

You did real good.

I'll be right back, okay?

♪♪

[DOOR CREAKS]

♪♪

Oh, look at her. She's okay.

She's herself.

JANE: It's too much pressure. She's tired.

ALI: We need to get her home.

[DOOR OPENS]

Hey, you guys finished with her?

Marcy wanted a few minutes with her.

- Is there something we should know? - Ah, it's standard.

She just wants to make sure

she's processing what happened.

[SIGHS] Mate, what can we do?

Well, make sure her home environment

feels safe and normal,

no reminders of this ordeal lying around.

Like the "missing" posters that are hanging

from every tree in the neighborhood?

Yeah. You might want to take those down before she goes home.

Well, I'm going to do that right now.

This is over, right?

Nothing else but paperwork.

But don't you worry about that.

You need to put all this behind you...

both of you.

♪♪

[SIGHS]

♪♪

What'd the little one have to say?

She didn't see much.

Didn't want to talk about it.

Ah, poor thing. I don't suppose she does.

You at least got enough to do your 314 report, right?

I'm working on it.

Good. Let's wrap this up.

♪♪

Well? You heard him.

- Heard what? - Get on that report.

Me? He told you to do it.

And I'm telling you to do it.

At least the first draft.

You want to be a D3 one day, you're going to have to learn

how to write a clean 314 report for the D.A.'s office.

Be good practice for you.

- Uh, okay, but... - Hey, buddy...

remember when you ratted me out to Gomez?

- Yeah. - I forgive you.

Notes are in there. I'll be back later.

- Hey. Hi. - Where's Daddy?

Oh, he went to get the house ready for you.

You want to go home?

- Yeah. - Yeah, okay.

Everything okay?

Lake, can I speak to your mom for a moment?

Yeah.

ALI: Okay, here. Come here, baby.

- You did a good job in there. - What's going on?

Lake is experiencing signs of trauma...

- disassociation, memory loss... - Okay.

Would you expect otherwise?

She needs to feel the adults around her are in control.

She needs to feel safe.

Of course she does. I'm going to take her home.

- I'm not going to leave her side. - I'm not certain your home

is the best place for her right now.

Well, where would you suggest

would be a better place for her?

I've had sole custody of my daughter for the last year.

No, I'm sorry,

but I can't let you leave until I bring in my supervisor.

Mama!

Yes? What is it?

Baby, I'm right here.

Mama, he was there. I saw him.

♪♪

♪♪

- [GASPS] - Sorry. Okay?

Yeah, I'm taking her to the bathroom.

- I'd like to continue talking. - Yeah, I'll be right back.

She needs to go to the bathroom.

Mama, I don't need to pee.

I know, baby. I know.

- Careful, okay? - Yeah.

[PANTING]

♪♪

Okay, let's hurry. Come on.

♪♪

Let's go this way.

- You okay? - Yeah.

[PANTING]

[HORN BLARES]

♪♪

[CHATTER]

All right if I ask a few questions?

Sure, I guess.

Do you spend much time with your sister and niece?

Yeah, lots.

Have you ever had any reason

to be concerned about Jane's parenting?

God, no.

Do you know of other times

she may have left her alone in the past...

for work or any other reason?

Okay, so, what if she were gardening

while her daughter took a nap,

and she had the monitor with her.

- Would that be weird? - Not necessarily.

Okay, so because she was working for pay,

somehow that makes this whole thing her fault?

- I'm not saying that. - What are you saying?

Lake is scared.

I got the impression

that she doesn't feel safe with her mother right now,

so I'm looking into it because it's my job.

♪♪

Well, I'm going to go check on them.

♪♪

GOMEZ: Amira.

Who's taken over at "Internal"?

The, uh, the writing, I mean.

I think it's this guy, Matt something?

Do you know him?

Mackenzie is friends with him.

She likes him.

Good. Go pay him a visit.

I want you to gently feed him the details

of what went on here...

Tremblay behind the casita shooting,

how we figured it out and took him down.

Really? Why?

Because that show is an everlasting pain in my ass, Amira,

and if it's going to exist,

they should at least get the story straight, right?

- Right. - Good.

♪♪

[DOOR CREAKS]

Hey, you seen Jane?

- No. - Okay.

♪♪

[CELLPHONE RINGING]

WOMAN ON P.A.: Please remember, we are experiencing delays

at Civic Center/Grand Park.

JANE: Oh, I don't have money.

Just stay here for a sec.

[GRUNTS]

Okay, come on.

LAKE: I-I can't.

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.

Come on, Lake, let's go.

- We didn't pay. We need to pay. - We'll pay later.

- No, we won't! - Yes, we will. I promise.

Don't say you promise if you don't mean it.

That's the same as a lie.

It's not an lie, it's an adventure.

♪♪

[DOOR CREAKS]

- BIRD: Hey. - Hey!

Shouldn't you be celebrating with your cohorts?

You guys are all over the news.

- Yeah, I'm tying up a loose end. - Hmm.

Listen, talk me through something, will you?

Sure. Can you walk me to my office?

Yeah.

Listen, victim of a shooting...

young woman, no family.

I'm trying to find a history on her,

but can't find nothing past two years.

How old is she?

27. Was. Now deceased.

But her social media, rental records, job history...

all go back two years, but then nothing.

This is part of the Sadler case?

Hey, look, the only thing I can think of...

she was in witness protection. Does that fit?

Ah, this is one of those conversations

where you came with the questions and the answers.

Just tell me if it fits, Chantal.

Maybe.

Hey, it's sloppy work on the marshal's part

to not set her up with a history,

but I've seen it before.

Who do you know down there?

At the Marshals Service?

- Yeah. - No chance.

You're not going to charm your way in there.

- You need a warrant. - Come on.

I can't get a warrant, not right now.

Okay, if you can corner one of the young marshals,

you can probably talk him into helping.

Just don't bother trying to talk to

the old, grizzly guys like you.

Thanks for your help.

The Sadler kid is found, right?

The guy who took her, he's dead?

- Yeah. - So what are you doing?

Told you... loose end.

A loose end named Jane Sadler?

What are you talking about?

Maybe the case is over,

whether you want it to be or not.

♪♪

Got it.

Security says they left the building five minutes ago.

- 1st Street exit. - BOLOs on their cars,

patrols to their jobs and their houses.

Find them and bring them in!

[SIRENS WAILING IN DISTANCE]

JANE: All right, okay.

We can make it.

[PANTING] Hurry.

♪♪

Okay.

What are we doing?

We're good.

We're good.

We're good.

AMIRA: Gus was one of our best narco detectives,

but sadly, he was the one running the crew

that was robbing drug dealers.

So, he was running this dirty crew for years,

and no one on the force tried to shut it down?

I mean, they were looking into him... IA was...

but all they had were rumors,

nothing they could act on.

That's a hell of a story.

It's tragic, is what it is.

Guy was off the rails.

You know, there's this one thing I'm confused about.

The case is not closed,

so why are you telling me?

Mackenzie said this inside stuff is useful for you guys.

And as I said, Mackenzie won't be here for another hour.

[SCOFFS] All right, sorry.

Didn't mean to waste your time.

You know, I can't help but notice

the minute you stepped into Mackenzie's life,

suddenly the police knew about

everything we were doing...

every detail, every script.

And now here you are, unloading all of this.

Why do I feel like I'm being handled?

It's the truth.

Isn't that what you want?

You can go.

♪♪

♪♪

MAN: Matt Walker?

Yeah?

We're looking for Jane Sadler.

Have you had any contact with her in the last hour?

♪♪

What scared you at the police station?

That man.

You sure you saw him?

Yes.

Was it just that man, or was there anyone else?

Can we call Daddy?

Yeah. Soon.

♪♪

First, you want to go to the beach?

Okay. I love the beach.

Yeah.

We could, um...

♪♪

Oh, God.

♪♪

Put your head down.

♪♪

Oh, God.

MAN ON P.A.: Next stop, Wilshire/Normandie.

- Next stop, Wilshire/Normandie. - Let's go.

♪♪

♪♪

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

TOM: Where does she keep the damn garbage bags?

Does she even have any?

Oh, thanks.

How about beer? She keep any beer in the house?

Uh, Tom, mate,

this really isn't the time for you to let loose, you know?

I know you kind of messed things up with Ali a little bit

and you're in the doghouse,

but not today, mate, huh?

Did she tell you I cheated on her?

'Cause I didn't.

I've never been anything but faithful.

She's just pissed off about something

that happened years before we met.

Guys.

Hey, did Jane come home?

No, why? She leave the station?

Yeah, with Lake.

Ah, did you call her?

Yeah, well, I have her phone.

The cops are after her.

[CLEARS THROAT]

Hey.

I'm here about a young woman

who went through the WITSEC program.

Her name's Rosita Gonzales.

I need her prior identity.

- Okay, what's the warrant number? - I don't have one.

Then I'm afraid I can't release that information.

How long has she been in the system?

I can't tell you that, either.

- I don't even have a warrant. - Is she from out of state?

Detective, you get the basic principle here, right?

That's all sealed for her protection.

She's dead. Nice work.

Well...

I'm sorry to hear that,

- but there's still rules, so... - [SIGHS]

Get your supervisor down here, Marshal.

- Why? - 'Cause you screwed up.

You just confirmed that Rosita Gonzales is in the system.

I didn't confirm anything.

You must have, or how else would I know?

How should I know? You're guessing.

I was, until you told me.

That's a federal offense.

What's your problem?

Give me two minutes with that file, and you'll never see me again.

♪♪

Files are in back. Give me a minute.

I'll wait. [SIGHS]

♪♪

♪♪

You have two minutes.

♪♪

Rosa Garcia.

Born in Sacramento, 1991...

No wonder she needed WITSEC protection.

She testified against Vince Medina.

[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES]

This was authorized by Christopher Gomez.

[PAPERS THUD]

♪♪

♪♪

- This isn't the beach. - JANE: I know.

You said we were going to the beach.

- Well, I did, but... - You lied.

Look, Lake, I didn't lie, okay?

It's complicated.

What are we doing? Where are we going?

I don't know, okay?

I'm trying to figure it out.

Can we please call Daddy?

No, Lake, stop. Okay?

Can you just stop for one second?

Okay, just... just give me a minute to just think.

♪♪

- I want to go home. - Well, you can't right now, okay?

I don't like this place. It's scary.

Look... I'm right here.

I won't leave you.

You said that before.

You said that you'd stay in bed with me all night,

but you didn't.

You left me.

[SHUDDERS]

You're right.

I'm sorry.

It's my fault.

It's all my fault. [VOICE BREAKING] I'm so sorry.

♪♪

I'm so sorry.

[SOBBING] Oh, God. Oh, God.

I'm tired.

I know you are, honey.

I know. I know.

[SIGHS]

I know a place, okay?

Let's go.

♪♪

Tom, I'm using your computer.

I'll e-mail her.

She's got to check in from a library or something

- at some point. - PETE: I don't know what she's thinking.

I mean, what is she doing? Seriously?

Pete, I don't know!

TOM: Come on, Jamie, I literally got the news

seconds after I hit send, so...

JAMIE: Look, Tom, we just can't run the story.

- It's dead. - Okay, I hear you.

Tell Ali I'm sorry it didn't work out.

Wait, what?

Well, she's the one who put us in touch again.

Look, Tom, I'm sorry.

- I got to go. - [CELLPHONE BEEPS]

So, that was your friend Jamie from Dash News.

She's not publishing my article.

What are you doing on my computer?

You're writing about Lake?

♪♪

Seriously? This is what you wrote?

Did you read it?

'Cause I handled it delicately.

Whoa, you wrote about Lake?

Somebody had to write about it.

Who better than me, okay, and more to the point, Ali,

why didn't you tell me you set this whole thing up?

I'm not sure how that's more to the point,

but I suggested to Jamie that she meet with you,

not about this story.

I didn't even tell her about this.

I don't need you to do my career any favors.

Someone had to!

If I had known you'd stoop this low,

I never would have pushed her to meet you.

Well, it's all moot now.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Hey.

Can we come in?

Yeah, yeah, come in.

- Any word on Jane? - No.

- You haven't heard from her? - No.

So, this is parental abduction, right?

When you guys find her, you're going to arrest her.

Pete, stop it.

No, Ali, it is. And you know it.

Even if it is,

you need to calm down and be the grown-up for once.

[SCOFFS]

♪♪

We can catch our breath here.

I-I'll figure out what to do next, okay?

♪♪

♪♪

PJ, your client's showing up at my house.

What other surprises have you got for me today?

Hey, Jane.

I could really use a favor.

♪♪

Come on, let me in.

♪♪

JANE: W-We, uh, need a place

to lay low for a little while, okay?

Lake is tired, so she needs to rest.

Who are you hiding from? The police?

JANE: I just... I don't know who to trust right now, okay?

You're grasping at straws if you're turning to him.

You must be Lake.

The great Lake.

Have you ever been to any of the Great Lakes?

I've been to several,

but they're not as great as you.

- Okay, okay. - Seriously, I like kids.

They lighten up the place,

and this place could use some lightening up, right, PJ?

[SNAPS FINGERS]

How would you like a grilled cheese sandwich?

Please, Mama, I'm really hungry.

- Coming right up. - I'm going to head out of here.

Nope.

You are going to give me a hand in the kitchen.

Okay, let's have a seat, okay?

I want to call Daddy.

Yeah, but first, um...

I want to play a game.

Okay?

Like the one that we play

when we people-watch at the Farmer's Market.

Where we write them a story, okay?

So, um... let's talk about

the man you said you saw at the cabin.

Now, if we...

if we tell anyone that you saw that man,

then we could get in trouble.

And... And right now we just want to be safe,

more than anything else in the whole world, right?

So we need to rewrite the story, okay?

We can leave bits out,

erase details, change things.

So maybe instead of the man having dark hair,

maybe he had red hair.

Can you picture him with red hair?

♪♪

We need to get that kid out of here by today.

♪♪

He had dark hair, and he wore a suit.

Okay, but maybe instead of a suit,

he was wearing a jean jacket.

A jean jacket, o-okay,

can you... can you picture it?

I'm trying.

I want to go with Daddy, please.

[CRASHING, GRUNTING]

PJ: Stop...

♪♪

Stay here. Stop it.

Stop it!

JANE: Stop. Okay, stop it.

SHELDON: Sorry, I have very little patience

for a self-entitled millennial!

- Oh, my God. PJ, are you okay? - Yeah, I'm fine.

Bro, if I don't sell product, I don't get commission.

- [DOOR CLOSES] - So if I give that back,

I don't know how you see that as stealing.

SHELDON: I've accounted for that money.

You didn't bring it to me. You stole it.

- Lakey? - It's called "bad."

I'll be out in a minute, Mama.

[TELEPHONE BEEPS]

Well, just don't count your chickens in a row,

- or whatever the saying is. - Hey! Keep your voices down.

Ducks in a row. Eggs before they're hatched.

- Chickens before they hatch. - Okay, Old MacDonald.

We've been working together for two years, okay?

Cut me some slack.

- I'll get you your money. - Fine.

Then all of our problems will be solved.

I need someone's phone, okay?

♪♪

Thanks.

[DIALING]

[RINGING]

- [CELLPHONE RINGING] - Not since... Not since

she went to the bathroom.

Hello?

LAKE: Hi, Daddy.

There is just no way...

Lakey, where are you, baby girl?

With Mama in a place with a big kitchen

and an elevator with a gate.

- Are you okay? - I want to come home.

Yeah, well, Daddy's coming to get you right now, all right?

You just stay exactly where you are, Lake, all right?

Daddy loves you, baby girl.

Okay, please hurry.

- Lake... ah. - [DIAL TONE]

- She hung up. - Did she say where she was?

I know exactly where they are.

Okay, okay, okay.

[CELLPHONE RINGING]

- Hello? - JANE: Hey, Bird, it's me.

♪♪

Sadler, where the hell are you?

Everyone's looking for you.

- Lake said she saw Gomez at the cabin. - She saw him?

I don't know, she says she did,

but is that crazy?

No, no, no, it's not crazy.

Jane, I've connected Rosita Gonzales

to Christopher Gomez.

What does that mean?

Well, I think it means...

that Gus was taking orders from the Commander.

Oh, my God.

This is never going to end.

This is too big. We can't do this.

Look, I got to hit up Forensics.

I'll call you back on this number.

- Just stay where you are. - [ELEVATOR BELL DINGS]

Don't talk to anyone. You got me?

[DOOR OPENS]

JANE: Hey, baby. You okay?

I got to go.

- Hey, wait! - [DIAL TONE]

♪♪

You ready for a grilled-cheese sandwich?

♪♪

Okay.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

You got final forensics on Gus Tremblay?

I need them for my report.

Let's see...

- Here you go. - Thanks a lot.

- This report complete? - Pretty much.

Quite a piece of work, this guy...

a thief, murderer, kidnapper.

Any DNA samples that match with Lake?

Nothing. No blood, no hair follicles,

no cutaneous-skin or epidermis cells.

So Lake was never in that cabin?

Or maybe he was methodical as hell...

knew how to clean up a crime scene.

After keeping her there for five days? How is that even possible?

If you know what you're doing, which clearly, he did.

And when would he have time to do that?

- He was ambushed. - Maybe he kept the kid in Saran wrap.

Thanks a lot.

[RAP MUSIC PLAYING]

All right, all right.

There's usually a line around the block for these.

Now, you're going to want two,

- so I made extra. - Good.

PJ: I hope my face doesn't ruin your appetite.

It won't.

It looks like it hurts,

but I'm punk, so I can take it.

You're not punk.

- I am so punk. - You're punk? [SCOFFS]

You can't be punk until you're like 16, so...

You know, this will help when I shop my scripts.

You think people are gonna be more interested in you

with a black eye?

Well, no, not the bruises, but the scars, right?

Yeah, everybody likes writers with scars.

♪♪

Do you want to be a writer when you grow up?

I want to be a hip-hop dancer.

That's great.

W-Who's your favorite dancer?

I don't know.

Ah, I took a lot of hip-hop classes.

[BABY CRYING LOUDLY]

Oh, my God, this is torture.

Do we really have to do this?

- Yes. - [SIGHS]

She needs it, and we need it.

Otherwise, she'll still be in our bed when she's 12 years old.

Oh, is that so bad?

I mean, what if this is really screwing her up?

[SIGHS]

What damage are we doing that we don't even know?

Well, that's it, right? It's an experiment.

We just raise her the best that we can,

and then we live with the consequences of our mistakes.

That's the price of parenthood.

Everybody grows up a little damaged, don't they?

We know you did.

[CHUCKLES]

But you're perfect.

[DOORBELL BUZZING]

♪♪

Someone's here.

♪♪

[DOORBELL BUZZES]

♪♪

- [DOORBELL BUZZES] - Where are we going?

They can't search this place without a warrant.

Well, maybe they have a warrant.

Not this fast. Don't worry about it.

This isn't my first rodeo.

In here.

Okay.

Everyone stay cool.

This will all be over soon, okay?

Okay.

Lakey, I need you to listen to me, okay?

If they... If they take you back to the police station,

you need to tell the police a different story.

Let's practice. Tell me what the man looked like.

[SHAKILY] He had dark hair, and he wore a suit.

No, not... not... not... not the real man.

You need to make up a new one.

- Please, Lake. - I-I'm trying!

- I can't! - You need to try harder, okay?

I can't do it, Mom!

Lake, this is serious.

- You need to focus. - I can't!

Focus!

- We're looking for Jane Sadler. - Who?

[SCOFFS] For God's sake, Sheldon, this is serious!

I know she's here!

- Mind if we look around? - Uh, I do.

I'm going to have to ask you go no further into my house.

- Lake! - Hey, Ali.

Hi, uh... what happened to your face?

Oh, it was an accident. But it's all good.

I appreciate the concern.

How... How are you?

I-I'm... I'm... I'm fine.

- Um... - She's here.

I know she's here.

Lake! Lakey!

[DOOR OPENS]

Lake! You in here?

♪♪

Lakey, can you hear me?

You in here?

You know what, I have a better idea.

I have a much better idea. Why don't we just pretend, okay?

Let's pretend that you didn't see anyone or anything.

- That's a good idea... - I don't want to!

That's not pretend! That's a lie!

You lie all the time,

and I don't want to be a liar like you!

Daddy!

- [POUNDING ON DOOR] - [CRYING] Help me, please!

- Daddy! - Lake?

- Open the door! - Lakey!

- Daddy, help! - Lake, you in here?

Lake!

- Please, open the door! - Lake, Daddy's here!

I'm getting you out! Baby, I'm taking you home!

It's over!

Okay, I'll open it!

Sheldon, open the door!

It's all right, honey.

Daddy's here.

- Daddy! - Lakey.

[GRUNTS]

- Are you out of your mind? - Pete, please.

♪♪

It's all right, baby.

Jane, you can't bring her here.

This is not good for her. It's not right.

After everything's she's been through, to lock her up?

I'm taking my little girl home.

♪♪

Al, please, wait.

Just for a second, please.

I know this looks really bad,

but I need you to do something for me, okay?

N-Not for me, for... for her.

Please don't let anyone talk to her.

Don't let anybody interview her.

Promise me, okay?

Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

♪♪

I'm sorry, Jane.

Sorry for what?

You ran off with your kid

while under investigation by Child Protective Services.

That's parental kidnapping.

I have to take you in.

[HANDCUFFS CLICKING]

♪♪

♪♪

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

- BIRD: Can I come in? - GOMEZ: Yeah.

Hear Sadler took off with the kid, right?

Well, they've been through a lot.

Cut them some slack.

Well, clearly she doesn't want the drama to end, but we do.

They're bringing her in right now.

Been thinking about this Vince Medina case.

Why?

It was the proudest day of my career,

when we got that guy.

Yeah, it was a good day for this city.

And for your brother.

What's on your mind, John?

One of the victims of the casita shooting, Rosa Garcia...

key witness whose testimony brought down Vince Medina.

Got murdered wearing a bracelet

that was bought by your brother.

I'm only telling you what the evidence is telling me.

It's delicate, him being your brother.

Would you prefer I keep you out of it?

I can remain objective.

- Was he sleeping with her? - No.

She was a witness, John. He would never do that.

It happens.

He was grateful for her testimony, okay?

It was a gesture of thanks

to a young woman of little means.

That's it.

- Then why did she end up dead? - Why?

Because she testified against a gangster, John,

and that's what happens. You know that.

Vince Medina hired Gus Tremblay to kill Rosa Garcia.

- You got proof? - Yeah, I do.

IA's been following Tremblay for months now.

Did you know that he visited Medina in prison

four times in the month leading up to that hit?

Yeah, clearly, he needed a cop for the job.

Someone who could find Rosa Garcia

in witness protection.

Tremblay was his man.

Funny thing... there's no trace of Jane's kid in his cabin.

Really?

Woof.

That guy was good.

He fully intended on getting away with it.

What a lunatic.

Clearly, he was wrapped up in some warped hero fantasy.

I mean, who calls himself "Red"?

He paid for his sins. What about your brother?

What, the brac... okay, the bracelet, John?

You want to file a complaint? Be my guest.

It would tank his campaign.

Yeah, it would, and a hell of a lot more.

Every single scumbag that he ever put away...

retrials across the board. They'd all walk.

First one out the door... Vince Medina.

So, what? We just ignore it?

To keep Medina off the streets, you're damn straight we ignore it,

and better yet, we feel good about it.

You know why?

Because a monster is in jail,

his dirty-cop hit man is dead,

and an 8-year-old little girl who was kidnapped is home, safe.

We won.

Who is Red?

'Cause I don't think it was Gus.

Why don't you use some of that energy

to wrap up your report, John?

It's a tight case.

You're only going to create problems by going fishing.

Yeah, you know what, I never did like fishing...

sitting on my ass waiting for something to bite.

All the same, whenever I do go,

I always catch me a fish.

[DOOR CLOSES]

All right, guys, I've had a breakthrough.

The cop that we have come to love and trust...

the man Isabel fell for... is... Red.

- Ahh. - [CHUCKLES]

Nice.

See, you, Domenic, you were the mastermind behind it all.

You are the bad apple.

DOMENIC: That's great, man.

I mean, that's... that's great.

I mean, bad guys are more complex.

Ah, just like in real life.

See, Jane thought Gus Tremblay was an ally,

when in fact, he was the enemy.

But she couldn't see it because she got emotionally involved.

We're going to put Isabel in the same spot.

The man she's falling for

is the very man she's been hunting all this time.

Okay, um, so... do I put it together?

No. Domenic dies first.

ISABEL: Oh, my God.

That's brilliant!

Back up a second. What did you say?

Y-Your lies catch up to you.

Your obsession with Isabel's gotten out of control.

You take a bullet to the head.

A clean bullet to the head,

just like Gus did.

I love it, Matt.

Don't worry... your death scene will be beautiful.

This is going to be so good.

♪♪

PETE: "She and the dragon walked along the steep hillside,

the amber river snaking below them.

'Is that not the top?" asked the little girl."

That's you.

- "Not quite, answered the dragon." - [KNOCK ON DOOR]

"You will know

that we have reached the top when you see...'"

- Oh. - Hi.

I'm wondering if I can come in

and ask Lake a few questions.

Are you serious?

Sorry, we're trying to wrap up our report.

No, Detective. Absolutely not.

She's been through enough today.

Yeah... just five minutes.

♪♪

Death, taxes, and traffic...

you can't fight it, especially in L.A.

♪♪

I don't blame you.

For taking off this morning.

After what you've been through,

it's going to take time to trust the world again.

Do you even have kids?

No.

Then maybe you don't know what you're talking about.

♪♪

Mate, we just need to be left alone.

No, I-I know. I feel terrible,

but I just have to ask a few more questions.

What do you want to ask me?

Well, we still need you

to identify the person who took you.

Really, that's all.

I know you don't want to think about this right now,

but if we wait too long, you might forget.

But I didn't see anyone.

You didn't ever see the person who took you?

No, I didn't see anybody.

That enough?

♪♪

NICKOLE: You know, I don't have kids,

but my wife's sick.

She has MS.

We've been together nine years now.

I'm sorry.

Half my life I spent trying to protect her,

the other half knowing that I can't.

If I could scoop her up and run from it all,

I'd... I'd do it.

But... it doesn't work like that.

[CELLPHONE RINGING]

♪♪

You going to get that?

I'll get it later.

♪♪

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