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Go around.

Go around!

What the hell's your problem?!
Go around!

Shit!

That's it. No shot of the car.

Okay, Buzz, turn it off.

Oh.

Distance from point of impact...
123 feet.

That's a long way to drag someone.

Probably what our victim thought, too.

Chief. Well, there's no doubt that

this is a hit and run,
so Traffic will...

I know
it's a hit and run, Lieutenant.

That's why you're here.

Right now, Los Angeles is having

something of a war
between cars and bikes.

We've become the number-one city
in the nation for hit and runs.

Our Traffic division is overwhelmed.

Too few drivers are getting arrested

and too many children are being killed.

We have to turn that around.

Starting tonight,
the hit-and-run situation

has become a major crime.

Tell your captain I'll be

keeping up on the progress of this case.

Well, I don't know
if it's a major crime,

but I can say from experience

the car/bike thing is a major problem.

Well, you should've
never sold your Prius,

and you're gonna learn that
the hard way.

All right, Kendall, T.O.D.

An hour ago, tops.

Cause of death could be

the massive fracture
to the back of the skull

or the two tons of automobile
that cracked his ribs,

maybe piercing a lung.

Or it might be that
the pain of having his leg

nearly severed from his body
induced cardiac arrest.

I... can't say.

It's... It's all right, Kendall.

It's, uh... it's all right.

We'll, uh, get the details from Morales.

Sorry if I, uh...

two months ago, my teenage cousin

was riding his bike on Venice Boulevard

and he...

Excuse me.

All right, uh, Amy, what do we know?

Our victim is William Sax,
24, USC law student.

Apparently heading home from school

when he made a wrong turn
under someone's car.

Um, his last text from Cliff.

"This isn't over. I'll beat your ass."

Well, we may get Cliff
for two charges...

vehicular manslaughter
and texting while driving.

Tao.

Victim has no driver's license,

but he's got a state-issued I.D. card.

Sir, not done yet outside,

but the driver never stopped.

No trace of skid marks on the street.

This bike is jacked up.

See here? Paint was scraped off.

So when we find the right vehicle,

this color's gonna be on it somewhere.

Look at that. Bright bike,
reflectors everywhere,

on his helmet and shoes.

He'd have to be hard to miss,
even at night.

Either a drunk confused
the gas pedal with the brakes,

or someone really hates bicycles.

We found this near the impact.

Could be a piece of
the vehicle's headlight.

All right, we know that we're standing

30, 40 minutes from USC,

so while we finish up here,

Mike, you and Buzz,
see if you can figure

how our young Mr. William Sax
got here tonight.

Maybe his GoPro could tell us.

Or his cell.

Ah.

So, even though he didn't
use his phone on the bike,

Will Sax received several alerts
from sports apps

while he was riding home,

allowing us to ping his cell
and trace his path.

And it matches with the video, sir.

Mike, how are we doing
slowing down the GoPro?

I should be able to I.D. some
vehicle plates in a minute.

Okay. What else do we know
about Will Sax?

Not much. No criminal record,
no traffic citations,

no vehicle registered in his name.

Hmm, imagine that.

Anti-automobile and living in L.A.

Well, he was also studying
environmental law.

Maybe he didn't drive to
minimize his carbon footprint.

Otherwise, he's on Facebook
and Instagram.

Pretty typical millennial.

His relationship status
says he's engaged to Indra Kane.

Also a USC law student,

and she does have a driver's license.

Address matches the one
on the victim's I.D.

Amy, if you could call
Lieutenant Provenza

and ask him to start

the notification process with Ms. Kane.

Yes, ma'am.

Good work, everyone.

If we can solve this hit and run
in a couple of days,

it is a win for us all.

Yeah, at the risk of
irritating everyone,

this was a hit, not a hit and run.

- What?
- Driver never stopped.

Tapped William twice,
scared him onto another street,

and followed him around the corner.

No sign of skid marks,
so no attempt at braking.

No damage to another vehicle,
clean escape.

Too controlled for a drunk driver.

Maybe our victim pissed off
some motorist along the way.

Let's not make mountains out of
mole hills, Lieutenant.

Andy has some valuable points, Chief.

If there was intent behind this death...

But don't force it into a murder

just because that's what
you're used to over here.

Let's keep calling it a hit and run

till we can prove otherwise,
as risky as that is.

Uh, Buzz, does the victim's
fiancée have a Facebook page?

Uh, right here.

So, what are you thinking?
It's always the fiancée?

No, I'm thinking about whether or not

Indra will be able to help us
before she falls apart.

I was on the verge
of calling you.

Do you know where Will is?

Well, um, to that end, Ms. Kane,
we really need your help.

We just have a few questions.

Anything, anything. Please.

What do you want to know?

Does your fiancé...

Does Will ride his bike a lot, ma'am?

Everywhere.

He doesn't have a driver's license.

Now, I know law schools are expensive,

but you two seem to be
doing fine, though.

Will's family has a little bit of money.

He pays for law school through
a fund his parents set up,

and both of my parents are doctors.

So, uh, Will's parents have a fund?

I guess it's called a foundation.

Will's dad's the CFO
of a pharmaceutical company

and his mom's a broker
with a Wall Street firm.

Why is this important?

Does Will ride home the same way
every night, ma'am?

Yes. Pretty much.

Does... Does he have enemies?

- No, no.
- Anybody who didn't like him?

There's a young man named Cliff.
Did he ever complain...

Oh, my God.

No, he doesn't complain about Cliff.

They're best friends.

Is Cliff okay?

What happened?

Did Will ever mention problems
with cars?

Drivers getting angry at
sharing the road with his bike?

Oh, I-I remember a few days ago,

I think it was last Wednesday.

Yeah, it was last Wednesday.

Will said he felt like
this car was following him.

He said he saw it a few times...

on Vermont, at school, near here.

Did he mention the type of car it was?

Maybe. I don't remember.

I thought he was being paranoid.

- Ms. Kane.
- No, no.

- Sorry to inform you...
- No, don't!

- ...but your fiancé, Will, was...
- No, he's fine.

Look, I need you to stop talking.

- ...involved in a...
- Look, I said stop talking!

No, no.

Have a seat. It's all right.

No.

Please, stop.

- It's okay.
- Please.

Oh, my God, no.

Will.

Will.

Will.

Okay. Here you go.

Wait until you try this.

It's flourless, gluten-free, sugar-free,

and only about 80 calories
per serving. And...

Devoid of any joy relating to cake.

Don't knock it
before you've tried it, Louie,

especially since Andy made it himself

for tonight as we celebrate.

Yes, yes. Well, uh, thank you, Andy.

Oh, and... and congratulations
on your engagement.

I knew you'd get around to it
eventually.

Here you go. This is about the most

guilt-free dessert I've ever made.

So?

What do you think?

Ye gods. Captain.

It isn't too late
to call the whole thing off.

I mean, no one will think less
of you, least of all me.

No.

I really am getting excited
about the whole process.

I mean,

Even the difficult moments

are extremely rewarding.

Well, Andy, I think
your dessert is wonderful,

and I've gotten to
the place where if I eat

anything richer than this,

I'll wake up in the middle of the night

and I can't get back to sleep.

And only one of us
needs to be doing that.

So, if you'll excuse me.

Honey, where are you going?

Oh, I'm just gonna
get a little fresh air.

Oh, I'm so full.

Napa?

Your boss is really spreading out.

And he's pretty successful
for a 28 year old.

Well, he's just never around
when I stop by,

so I-I-I looked him up online.

No, I'm not following him.

Don't mind me. I'm not listening.

Uh, Gus, let me, uh...
let me call you back.

Okay.

Hey, Lieutenant. What's up?

I'm overdosing on weddings.

Even the happy ones,

of which there are too few.

That sounds work-related.

It is.

Um, I'll explain.

Usually... n-not always...

not the girls who are raped,

not the children who are molested,

but usually victims
are killed for a reason.

They may have made
bad decisions, got greedy,

stole somebody else's spouse,
dealt drugs,

but not the kid that we found
last night.

No.

Will Sax had no enemies.

Was a straight "A" student.

He... He was dedicated
to doing good in the world,

and to find the body
of a young man like that,

dragged over 40 yards
down a city street...

Louie? Come back inside.

Sharon and Andy want us to help them

pick out their wedding invitations.

Ah.

I'm not asking.

Wedding invitations.

You know,
I saw one earlier this morning.

Makes me want to jump over this railing.

With your glass half full,

a bottle of wine in your hand,

and Patrice here to drive you home?

You're right.

You're right.

How'd you get to know me so well?

Doesn't look as if
the victim had anything to hide.

Will Sax was something of an open book

with no bad marks in it.

Well, his Facebook page
is free of haters and trolls.

Just lots of likes.

What about his parents, Julio?

Zora and Fredrick. We didn't
get much out of them, ma'am.

We told her not to,

but Will's fiancé called his mom
and dad before I got there.

They took it really hard.

I asked them to come in
as soon as possible,

but since we're not allowed
to call it a murder...

Yes. What have we discovered,

uh, about the vehicle that
ran Will off the road?

Uh, good news, bad news
on the headlight piece.

Good news, we know it's an SUV

made by either Chevy or GMC
between the years 2000 and 2006.

Bad news, that leaves about

a couple hundred thousand possibilities

in southern California alone.

What about Will's law school?

- Any problems there?
- Maybe, maybe.

I spoke to the Dean.

Will recently interviewed for,
and then last Friday,

received a clerkship with the
9th District Court of Appeals.

Huh. That's pretty prestigious.

And USC is a top-20 law school.

Throw in a clerkship
for a federal judge,

Will could've joined
any law firm he liked,

or have kicked off a political career.

And that's motive how?

The runner-up for that clerkship...

Will's best friend, Cliff Rainier.

Cliff texted last night
that this wasn't over

and he was gonna beat Will's ass.

Losing out a clerkship
to your best friend?

It's an unusual motive,
but people have killed for less.

Yeah. Jealousy's my favorite motive.

Well, except for infidelity and greed.

Greed is my favorite, favorite motive.

There were
no hard feelings because

I knew it was going to be Will
from the moment he applied.

Not anymore.

No.

Look, losing a good friend

is not the right way to get a clerkship.

Poor Indra.

And his parents, it's like a nightmare.

But you'll still take the gig.
You were runner-up.

I was a distant second, I promise.

This kid is really a suspect?

- Why?
- Just happened, right?

- Hold on a moment, Chief. Just...
- The clerkship,

you two were still
going back and forth over it,

arguing the night he died.

Arguing? I wouldn't say that, no.

The night he...

It's so hard to say this.

The night Will died,
we had been studying together.

We went for a drink when we finished,

but there was no argument.

Okay. What were you not arguing about?

Because the text you sent him
afterwards sound heated.

"You backstabbing douche.
This isn't over.

- I'll beat your ass."
- That's not an argument?

No. No, that's just the way
we talk to each other.

Load more texts. You'll see.

We were just kidding around.

- Kidding about what?
- Is this really important

in your investigation of an accident?

Why do you think
we read you your rights?

Are you saying you'd like to
remain silent?

Because that's suspicious.

Or do you want to let us in on the joke?

Yeah. You were kidding.
Let's hear the joke.

Prepare to laugh your asses off.

It was on the Judge Holly
clerkship thing.

She's big on diversity,
and I asked Will if...

when he went in for his
interview, I asked him if...

if he mentioned he was black,
and he laughed

because we, like, both knew that
she already had two white clerks

and the system sort of requires,

you know...

What system would that be?

- The system.
- Quotas.

- Like, racial quotas?
- My least favorite motive.

There's no racial quotas.

Look, you're a lot older,
and Will and I,

we didn't look at race the same
way the older generation does.

Uh-huh.

So, where did your "douche bag"
and "I'll beat your ass"

come from if it was all
just fun and games?

Your question is not pertinent
to a hit and run.

Oh, it's pertinent.

Right after you sent this text to Will,

he was mowed over and dragged
40 yards down a street.

What I said had nothing to do with that.

If it was all okay, then tell us

the rest of your funny conversation

about the clerkship.

Fine.

I said Will should start a movement

saying Black Jobs Matter,
which was a joke

because we both interned
for Judge Holly that summer.

She knew us, me especially, my family.

Do you want me to go on?

Please. This is hilarious.

And then I told him he had
middle-class white boy eyes,

and he said
he wasn't really middle class

because his family's, like, loaded.

And I asked him what
country club he belonged to

if he was so rich, and how come
I beat him at golf last week?

And he said his golf game was
usually way better than mine,

and that's what the texts
were about, okay? Golf!

And if you want to know why
Will really got the clerkship,

it's probably because
he wrote this insanely good,

very personal essay!

I didn't read it,
but Judge Holly told him

that was a deal clincher,
and I believe her!

So, does he think that
he lost out on the clerkship

because of race or not?

Or does why he lost matter?

I mean, however you slice it,
he didn't get the job.

Screw the clerkship!

Who cares about it now?

It was an accident.

You're looking for someone
to blame, try the driver!

Or look in the mirror.

What a great job
the LAPD's doing right now

protecting our streets.

Am I under arrest?

Am I?

Anything about this kid
screaming murder?

Because I-I don't hear it.

It will take longer
than you want, Chief,

but I think that we need to
appeal to a federal judge.

I can't tell you
how deeply saddened I was

to hear about this.

William Sax was
an extraordinary young man.

If you came to me 30 years from now

and asked about Will Sax,
Supreme Court Justice,

I would not bat an eye.

What do you know about his friends?

Like Cliff Rainier.

We understand that
both boys interned for you.

Uh, how was Cliff's relationship
with Will?

They were exceptionally close.

In another era, they might've
started a firm together.

And yet you picked Will Sax
to clerk, not Cliff.

I did.

I've known Cliff since he was a child.

He's a wonderful young man.

Funny, entertaining,

maybe going to be richer than all of us.

But he's not Will Sax.

Not as smart? Not a natural?

No.

Cliff is every bit of that and more.

But like a lot of other young people,

Cliff is mainly interested in Cliff.

Will had a genuine desire to serve...

feeding the homeless,

mentoring at-risk boys,
Habitat for Humanity.

You name it, Will did it.

And his essay.

The essay he wrote...

The attendant irony is staggering.

What irony?

That he died in a kind of car accident.

That's ironic how?

Because it was also a car accident

that altered Will's life.

I actually suggested he get the
story published or posted

because it provided
such a... a great example

of how one could turn trauma
and guilt...

I-I'm sorry.

What... accident are you talking about?

Oh.

You don't know?

Know what?

When he was 16 years old,

Will Sax ran over another teenage boy

and killed him.

Louie. What's the matter?

What makes you think
anything's the matter?

You haven't turned on the television,

you're not complaining about
putting stamps

on those envelopes for Sharon and Andy,

and you haven't even taken
so much as a sip of your wine.

So come on. What's up?

Well, I think

that I need to quit my job.

Yeah, right.

I'm serious, Patrice.

I'm going to retire.

Maybe next week.

Is it this case?

It's this kid.

Everybody loved him.

He was smart, he was driven.

He was just picked for
a clerkship to a federal judge,

and then as it turns out,

that choice was based on an essay

that our golden boy
completely fabricated

with a story about running over
an 18-year-old kid

and killing him.

Are you sure that he lied?

We spent hours trying to track
down this so-called accident

because the supposed victim
was also young,

and revenge finally...

finally, revenge might have

given some sense to this senselessness.

But his fiancée,

she had never heard about
Will running over anyone.

His best friend
had never heard about it,

and Will Sax's name
appeared not one time

on one accident report
over the last 10 years.

Well what do his parents say?

Well, they were too devastated
to come in the next day,

and because we had publicly
stated it was a hit and run,

we have to wait

until they're emotionally
strong enough to talk.

And...

And?

Well, there's going to be someone new

as the Assistant Chief of the LAPD,

and if it's not Sharon Raydor,

Major Crimes could just go away.

If it is Raydor,
who's gonna replace her?

Well, maybe it'll be you.

Not me. Not as a lieutenant.

Although, Cooper's a lieutenant
and he runs SIS.

Or maybe they'll make you a captain.

Oh, God, I don't want to be a captain.

All those extra damn meetings.

No, I think just listening to
people call me Captain

instead of Lieutenant would be like...

would be like changing my name.

It wasn't an easy process
or a quick one either.

It took three months for
all the paperwork to go through,

and meanwhile, we were
just trying to deal,

God, with everything.

What was everything?

Keeping our old credit rating

while trying to sell our house
in the Palisades

and buy a new one in Pasadena.

Getting our medical records synched up

and coping with... our son's trauma.

It was like, to a certain extent,

living in the, uh,
witness protection program.

Here, Zora.

Would you mind telling us Will's
name before the accident...

- How old he was.
- ...and how old he was.

Ye gods. They're becoming telepathic.

His name was Malik.

M-a-l-i-k.

Malik Jacob Lewis.

He was, uh, just 16 1/2 years old.

I'm curious.

Lots of people have accidents
and keep their name,

but you found it necessary
to change yours. Why?

To avoid the scrutiny that would
follow Will his whole life.

One Google search is all it would take

to bring up the news stories,

and... we thought
the whole experience was...

What happened to that, uh,

that boy Will ran over,
that was terrible.

But it was not our son's fault.

And he was absolved of
any criminal or civil blame?

I mean, there was no trials or...

Nothing. It was clearly
the other boy's mistake.

Hey, here we go, Lieutenant.

April 20, 2009.

Malik Lewis was involved in
a one-car accident

with a parked vehicle
that resulted in a fatality.

Looking for a victim, sir.

Okay. Make sure that the Captain gets

- the full SCID report on this accident.
- I'm on it, sir.

Will often went to
the boy's grave with flowers.

And he prayed there sometimes.

Our son dedicated his life to what was

essentially an act of penance

for the death of that other boy.

Well, looks like revenge
is suddenly back on the board.

Revenge has always been
my favorite motive.

We did everything we could
to protect him.

It's just unbelievable

that he could die
in an accident like this.

It's just unbelievable.

Yes, it is.

Malik Lewis was a junior
at Andrews Prep in Santa Monica.

Great grades, debate team,
baseball, girlfriend.

Was a pretty happy kid.

And then one day
driving home from school,

Malik Lewis swerved to avoid
hitting an 18-year-old kid,

Kevin Harris, chasing a Frisbee
into the street.

Now, Malik's reflexes weren't so quick.

He ended up slamming Harris
into a parked car,

smashing him between his BMW
and another vehicle, sir.

Sorry I'm late.

Uh, did you find the old autopsy
we were looking for?

Thank you.

And I also have the PET
color scan to go with it.

Kind of gruesome. Where are you?

Uh, where Kevin Harris was held
in place between two cars.

And Malik Lewis
jumped out of his vehicle

and stood face to face with Kevin Harris

for a few minutes as he died.

Firefighters and paramedics
arrived to free Harris,

but they were too late, sir.

He might as well have died on impact.

Kevin was almost in two pieces.

Uh, shattered his spleen,

two broken vertebra, ruptured liver.

He talked briefly with one of the EMTs,

whose tears you can see on his report.

You did the autopsy?

Yes, but it wasn't a big mystery.

There was the physical evidence
and the witnesses,

and the hardest thing was taking
him into the viewing room

for his I.D., which the mother demanded.

Couldn't believe what had happened.

The two officers from Traffic said

it was one of the hardest
notifications they'd ever done,

and they don't do anything
but notify people every day.

What a horrible job. Can't think
why anyone would want it.

And now we get to the connection.

Kevin Harris' mom, Joanne Harris...

Owns a framing shop
on the Westside.

Address shows she hasn't moved
since the accident.

And she has two vehicles
registered to her name.

One is a 2006 Chevy Tahoe.

Which fits the make
of the headlight piece.

And you think all this
gives you a warrant?

We already have one.
But we may not need to use it.

Great. Terrific.

I release a statement saying

we were going after hit and runs
more seriously.

We are.

Much more seriously.

We're sorry to bother you, Mrs. Harris.

I know it's rather late in
the day to drop by unannounced.

No, you're not interrupting
anything at all.

You said that this is a follow-up

to the death of my son?

Fairly routine.

We're reviewing old cases to determine

if procedure was followed to the letter.

Your son's file was high on the list.

Even though no one was arrested?

Especially because no one was arrested.

That's a handsome young man.

Yes, he was.

W-Would you like to see his room?

He was planning on being a magician.

He was already working
the children's birthday parties.

He loved little kids.

I come in here whenever I want
to spend time with him.

Nothing much, sir.

A brand-new Toyota parked at the curb.

It's registered to her.

No sign of the Tahoe.

I wonder why.

Oil stain on the driveway,

like someone normally parks there.

Probably didn't come from
her brand-new car.

Mama Harris.

What did you do?

He was preparing for
his very first magic show

with people from the
Magic Castle coming to see him.

Two days before he died.

Run down in the street
by some careless driver.

I'm so sorry.

Accidents happen.

They happen, and as time
goes by, we move on.

That's what everybody said.

But everybody was wrong.

Because when you lose a child...

time does not go by.

It just comes to a dead halt.

You said the driver who ran over
your son was careless.

Of course.

How else could it have happened?

But he wasn't prosecuted.

No. No.

You people and the insurance company

said that the boy wasn't liable.

So his parents picked him up

in their Porsche SUV and drove him off.

And I guess he just
went on with his life.

She's still in a great deal of pain.

But capable of killing someone?

I don't know.

Her Tahoe was missing,
and it fits with the headlight.

If she used it to murder Will, sir,

she could be getting body work done.

Too bad we can't just ask her
who her mechanic is.

Maybe we won't have to.

Show off.

It's more fun when you got a court order

giving you permission.

Don't tell Patrice.

No offense, Lieutenant, but that
anchovy and garlic smell...

Hey, this is a stakeout tradition, Buzz.

Anchovies, garlic.

Mmm. Keeps you up.

Oh, Lieutenant.
How'd you catch the night shift?

Oh, well, Tao is headed to,
uh, his Hollywood job.

Going on location.

And Sanchez, well, he likes to
tuck the kid in at night.

Little Mark.

Think this'll work?

Sure, why not?

She'll come out in the morning,

she'll see her car has been vandalized.

She'll go to the repairman,
we'll find the other car,

and presto change-o,

Captain Sharon Raydor
is the new Assistant Chief.

Okay, mark this day, people.

This could be the end of an era.

My last stakeout pizza ever.

Mmm.

Mmm.

Oh, is, uh, that about Stroh?

Fritz gave it to me.

It's another connection.

First his sixth-grade science teacher

gets electrocuted in Pittsburgh,

and then his high-school girlfriend

is found drowned in her backyard pool,

and now an ex-professor from Ann Arbor

seems to have shot himself.

Lots of people who knew Stroh
have probably died.

Why would he come back here?

Just to settle old scores?

Are you seriously worried?

Fritz is.

And as far as assigning rational
motives to Stroh's behavior,

he's psychotic, Andy...

...and we know he carries a grudge.

I don't think I look my age.

Maybe I should grow a goatee.

Yeah, but how many years
would that take?

Probably two if I started right now.

Oh, um, Wes and Hobbs

nailed another defendant
in court the other day.

You guys would've been
really proud of them.

What, do I look weird? My...
My hair, it feels funny today.

No, I'm just thinking you're almost 21

and how grown up you are.

Well, I-I know you don't want the job,

but, um, good luck with
your interview today, Mom.

Thank you.

You going down? I'll go with you.

Andy.

Yeah, I'll grab my car in just a second.

I have a few more things I need
to take care of before I leave.

Okay, here we go.

Wake up, Sykes.

- About to have some action.
- I'm up.

All right.

Okay. Now, with any luck,

she'll drive us
straight to the murder weapon,

and we'll be eating omelettes
in an hour.

Come on.

So, ready for your turn
under the heat lamp?

As ready as I'll ever be.

Give you a little tip.

Chief's gonna ask what you see
is the biggest problem

confronting the future
of the LAPD, but...

- it's a trick question.
- Oh?

You may want to say terrorism,

you may want to say cyber attacks,

but that's all bullshit.

What he wants to know really

is what's your biggest problem

with the way the department's organized.

What would Sharon Raydor do
differently than Russell Taylor

as Assistant Chief of Operations?

Are you sure that's what they want,

or is that just what you did?

No, I talked about terrorism
and cyber stuff.

And they reminded me

that we have whole divisions
devoted to that

and asked how I would deploy them.

So skip my mistake
and explain your process

and concentrate on how the LAPD
needs a leader in that office.

- Such as you.
- Or you.

Hey, I'm really young.

And really ambitious.

I'm not saying otherwise,
Captain, but I can wait.

And I like my life
the way it is, you know?

Yeah, I do.

I really do.

Okay, we have progress.

Good morning, Lieutenant.

- She's on the move, Captain.
- Very good.

Bring everyone in carefully.

We don't want to spook her.

I'll meet you as agreed.

Ms. Harris,
stay right where you are.

Sir.

Lieutenant, got it.

Is this your car, ma'am?

Why? What does it matter?

LAPD. You need to come with us.

- You have the right...
- Captain, they're on their way.

Anything you say can

and will be used against you
in a court of law.

Can you put the wheels back on,
lower the car, please?

- I'm not done with it.
- Yes, you are.

Have you heard
and understood these rights

as they have been read to you?

Where are we going?

To the scene of an accident, ma'am.

Thank you.

Mrs. Harris, I'm Captain Sharon Raydor.

I see these fresh flowers.

Did you place them here recently
for Kevin?

I'm not going to ask you

because I already know
why you ran Will Sax down.

We all understand.

What I can't figure out is
how you were able to locate him.

Mrs. Harris,
we're seriously good detectives,

but we didn't find out that
Malik Lewis and his whole family

had changed their names
until his mom and dad told us.

But somehow, some way,
you were able to find him.

Is that correct?

No.

He found me.

To say that, "I'm so sorry
your son is dead."

That's what Malik wrote to me
in his letter.

Will wrote you, ma'am?

To apologize.

To say that he...
say that he grieved with me.

That he thought about Kevin every day.

And that how the last words
that he shared with Kevin...

were going to transform his life
forever.

That's... that's what my son died for.

Malik's transformation
into Will Sax, the hero.

How did you know he was a hero?

I found him on Facebook.

You know, I got all caught up
in his life.

He was about to clerk
for a federal judge.

He was engaged to be married.

He had such a bright future.

But there was no mention of Kevin.

Not a word.

No account anywhere

of the so-called
transformational sacrifice

that my son made on his behalf.

So much for thinking about
my little boy every day.

You might find it strange
that I just couldn't let it go,

that I needed to even the scales.

No. No, no, I don't.

I don't find it strange.

I find it instructive.

So, you can call it murder
if you'd like.

I call it justice,

and I think a jury will agree with me.

Well, we will certainly help you
test your theory.

Ma'am, you're under arrest
for the murder of Will Sax.

There is no such person.

Found the letter Will wrote
to Kevin's mother,

plus I dropped off her computer
at cyber.

History showed she must've spent hours

tracking him online for the past month.

Tons of photos of Will
synched from her phone.

You put that together
with the Tahoe... Phew.

I wonder if she'll still
feel good about

killing Will Sax
the day her trial starts.

Or the day she dies in prison.

If she even makes it that far.

To me, she looked like
someone ready to call it quits.

Well, better late than never.

If you'll excuse me.

Yes.

Captain, you have a second?

Uh, one, Lieutenant.

Is there a problem?

Oh, no. The case looks good,
as do you, by the way.

You look like a winner.

Hope you save the department
from Winnie Davis.

If it wasn't for Winnie,

I wouldn't be going in this interview,

but if there have to be changes
around here, then...

Well, yes.

There has to be change.

Which is why I...

For example, what if
the unimaginable happened

and I was to become Assistant Chief?

Well, Captain, that's...
that's not unimaginable at all.

Well, then there would be
this 16x22-foot office

that would need redesigning
to match your promotion.

Oh, don't worry, I'm sure that
Patrice will help you out.

Oh, yeah. She would.

Well...

Thank you, Captain.

I am deeply appreciative.

I mean...

I mean...

I am very, very glad

to have so much of your confidence.

And my affection, Lieutenant.

Whether you want it or not.

Look around, Louie.

I've always loved the view.

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