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[Tires screech]
[Inhales sharply]
[Exhales slowly]
[Footsteps]
[Exhales slowly]
[Horn honks in distance]
[Clatters]
[Glass shattering]
[Alarm bell ringing]
[Alarm continues ringing]
[Door opens]
[Engine starts]
[Siren wailing]
[Siren chirps]
[Chuckles]
Only once did I jump my car over a hill in pursuit.
- During the riots. - You catch who you were chasing?
Uh, no.
Lost control. Crashed into a Blockbuster.
Well, that would never happen again.
Mm-hmm.
Blockbuster's gone.
[Scoffs]
[Siren continues wailing]
Why the hell won't this turn off?
You need a remote the same brand as the TV.
Right, mm. Two remotes.
Once again, technology makes life easier for all of us.
- Lieutenant. - Ah.
[Indistinct radio chatter]
Okay, Kendall, can you confirm
that our victim is the same
as our listed resident, Mr. Albert Luna,
locksmith at large?
- Mobile fingerprint scanner says he is. - [Beep]
And the closer I look,
there are actually two shots to Albert's face.
- Tightly grouped. - Nolan: Shot twice in the face?
Little aggressive. It may be personal.
Yeah, sometimes dying at home
is the only silver lining you get.
We might want to check criminal history on Luna.
Prints in the system, and those are gang tats.
Sykes: Oh, "MS-13."
Yeah, here we are in the heart of Little Salvador.
What are the odds?
No wonder the neighbors say they didn't hear anything.
Provenza: Okay, um, Nolan, talk to gang intel.
See if Mr. Luna here has been involved
in any MS-13 activity recently.
Unless it's not gang-related.
He might have MS-13 tattoos,
but I'm looking at Luna's record,
and, yeah, he's got a couple of B&Es, a grand theft,
but from 1993.
- You mean he left the gang? - It happens.
Tattoos are all pretty faded. No new ink.
Yeah, patrol's outside with his daughter Sofia.
She found the body and she's a mess right now.
Maybe needs a minute, but we can ask
- if her dad still has gang ties. - Yeah.
- Mike, what do you got? - I don't know.
But none of these spots of blood on the floor are passive.
As in no drips.
It's all projectile... back spatter,
high velocity misting on this credenza.
All common for gunshot wounds.
Then... there's this Grundig.
Grundig?
Antique radio. Collectible.
Well, there's blood transfer patterns on it.
Spatter underneath...
and behind it.
That's not possible.
Someone moved the radio there after the murder
and smeared blood on it? Why?
I'll settle for who if we can get some prints off it.
We need to process this radio right away.
Front of the line, please.
Nolan: Okay, don't know what the radio thing's all about,
but since Luna's a locksmith, gang intel says it's possible
MS-13's asked him for a favor that he didn't wanna do.
Well, whoever killed him didn't use a locksmith to get in.
I found the entry point, sir. Buzz?
There's the victim's daughter. You want me to talk to her?
No, you're right. She needs a couple of minutes, I think.
Okay, Sanchez, you're pointing at a window
with no forced entry.
Patrol already told us that.
Well, patrol rushed, sir. I didn't.
You get this tight, Buzz?
Now, in this neighborhood,
you don't just open your door to anybody, sir.
And his locks, as you would expect, they're crazy good,
- but his windows... - [Tape ripping]
His windows are cheap, sir.
Look at this.
Hmm. Clean edges.
Like he used a glass cutter then taped it back in.
A killer this precise,
I don't think you're gonna find prints, Tao.
Even the experienced screw up.
All right, let's see what the daughter can give us.
[Explosion]
[High-pitched ringing]
♪
[Alarms wailing]
Where the hell did that come from?!
Four King 65, requesting paramedics.
- 2347 Menlo Ave. Officer down. - Don't anybody touch her!
Roll bomb squad. [Panting]
[Radio chatter]
- [Sighing] - [Click]
Sharon: What was her name?
Haley Williams.
34 years old.
Got up this morning,
went to work just like everyone in this room,
and...
and that was that.
Sykes: The other woman who was on the ground is Sofia Luna,
daughter of our gunshot victim.
She's in the hospital with a possible concussion.
And, um, the patrol officer who was with her has, um,
slipped into a coma.
Flynn: Okay.
Any idea what happened?
No. Bomb squad has the scene.
They kicked us off as soon as they got there, sir.
Buzz, play the last 20 seconds of your video again, please.
[Sighing]
[Taps key]
In the background, you see Haley standing with the clipboard,
probably logging the antique radio she just put in the SUV.
- And then... - [Explosion]
There's nobody driving by.
There's nobody in the crowd throwing any kind of grenade.
Sykes: 2347 Menlo Ave.
That radio was evidence in Luna's murder?
It had blood on it.
But the patterns were inconsistent with his wounds.
Like it had been put there after Luna was killed.
And the blood... smeared on it.
Could that radio, Mike, have housed a bomb
capable of this kind of damage?
Yes.
But I didn't look inside.
If that's where the bomb had been,
and it had gone off while you were checking out the body...
Thank God it didn't.
Because I asked Haley to take the radio
and process it right away.
I ordered her...
to pick up a bomb.
Mike.
You couldn't possibly have known that at the time.
But if someone wanted to kill police officers...
- That's terrorism. - No. No, no, no. Not yet.
If the goal was knocking off first responders,
then why not explode the bomb while we were in the house?
And why mark the bomb with blood?
- To get it more attention? - That's right.
And you can easily blow up police officers
without murdering Albert Luna.
This all has something to do with him.
But he had just been shot.
Blowing him up seems like overkill, ma'am.
Hey, what if Luna built the bomb himself?
I mean, I know his record has been clean for a while,
but once a dirtbag...
Okay, so clearly, this explosion had a purpose.
Until we can figure out exactly what that purpose was,
we release no information to the media...
Uh, I think it's a little late for that.
[Volume muted]
- Is that... - Buzz. Audio now.
[Typing]
There's still a great deal to sort out,
but this is what we can share with you now.
An hour ago, a bomb went off in East L.A.
Captain, we have got to... Captain... Captain...
The explosion occurred while the L.A.P.D. was conducting
a murder investigation into a former MS-13 gang member.
The motive behind the bombing is unconfirmed,
but the result is not.
Three people were injured, and a distinguished member
of our Scientific Investigation Division,
Haley Williams, was killed.
- Make no mistake... - [Camera shutters clicking]
...when one of our own falls,
we don't take it lightly.
In fact, when you attack the police department,
you attack the fundamental order of our society
and the safety of this city.
And whether or not it was ideologically inspired violence
or an assault on our civilization,
this amounts to an act of terrorism.
- [Clicking continues] - And the person or persons responsible for this
better brace themselves for the full weight
of American law enforcement.
♪
[Spokes clicking]
Weekly tip.
I promise you, Jeff.
I won't be needing the space much longer.
And the money's gonna keep coming
until I find a permanent spot.
Yeah.
Okay.
Thanks.
[Spokes clicking]
♪
[Drill whirring]
[Whirring stops]
[Exhales slowly]
♪
She was very close to the blast?
I mean, right next to it?
If our assumptions about where the bomb was housed
turn out to be true, yes.
She was next to the SID truck when it exploded.
Why do you ask how close she was, Doctor?
The bruising?
Actually, no. Uh, let me show you.
And, uh, to whom am I sending this prelim?
- Me, please. - And me.
Right. Okay, I was asking about the victim's proximity
because I heard the word "terrorism,"
and their bombs are usually filled with
sharp-edge debris to maximize casualties.
Our fallen officer has no shrapnel.
Just vehicle pieces and stretched skin tears
from the explosion.
Which put her through one hell of a shockwave.
See the dark clouds on her lungs?
Hemorrhaging from the blast moving through her body.
But that is not what killed her.
Dark clouds again.
Her brain slammed up against her skull.
Correct. Major intracranial hematomas.
The tissue would've filled with blood so fast
that the only good news here is that she died
- before she could feel it. - [Pen clatters]
- Was she the intended target? - Highly unlikely.
Why does it matter?
She and every other officer at the crime scene
were in harm's way.
Harm's way is not intent.
Before we can classify this as terrorism...
Yes, intent matters, but so do consequences.
While in the course of executing her duties,
a civilian officer was murdered in an attack on the L.A.P.D.
Other officers were wounded.
Maybe you are afraid of saying the word "terrorism,"
but not me.
The only thing I'm afraid of here, Chief, is failing
to arrest the people responsible for this atrocity
because we acted on the wrong assumptions.
You know, no offense, Chief,
but don't you think this situation is a little bit
outside your operational experience?
It's possible, Lieutenant,
but you know where I do have a lot of experience?
In leadership and decision making.
And that is why,
since Fritz Howard is in Charlotte,
Chief Pope asked me to coordinate between divisions
during this crisis.
Yeah, well, that ask might've led you
to some wrong assumptions, too.
You know, I prefer dealing with facts,
and the only person that we know was absolutely targeted here
is Albert Luna. Doctor.
Shot twice in the face by a .45.
I saw questions in the report about the victim's
continuing connection to MS-13.
And I can't give you a definitive answer...
- [Cellphone chimes] - ...but clean liver, healthy heart.
He took better care of himself than most gangsters
- I meet in here. - Uh, Captain?
Uh, Albert's daughter Sofia
has been cleared by a doctor.
When do you wanna bring her in?
[Velcro rips]
I'm already running behind.
So I'm just gonna drop you off at the corner if that's okay.
It's an hour before Hobbs even asked you to be there.
Well, I-I need to prep on what's happened.
- I'm no good to her confused. - You're never confused.
You do so well at whatever you try to do,
it's almost annoying.
Just stop panicking.
Panic keeps me concentrated and it's already paying off.
Gus, after my internship's run out,
Andrea's offered me a paying job.
It's not much and it's only for when I'm not in class, but...
What?
Nothing. Nothing. That's... that's good.
I'm proud of you.
Hey, so you know how my boss Aiden's
- opened up a restaurant? - In Napa, yeah.
Well, he just lost his sous chef up there
and he wants me to replace him.
I-I-I-I haven't said yes to him yet.
You can't go to Napa.
I'm a year out from my degree. I...
You can transfer to Berkeley. I-I checked it out,
and Berkeley has one of the top law schools in the country.
And you have a much better shot of getting accepted there
as a Berkeley undergrad.
I'll commute to work from Oakland. It's 40 minutes.
And you don't have to answer right now,
but Aiden's flying me to Napa tomorrow afternoon.
He wants me to meet with the rest of the team
and he wants to see if it's a good fit.
Like, how cool is that?
Your boss is flying you to Napa?
You've already taken the job.
No. No, no, no. I told him it would be a decision
you and I would make together.
Okay. Well, maybe you'll...
get there and not like it.
Don't you mean, "Wow, Gus, I'm so proud of you?
"I can't believe all your hard work's
- finally paying off this way?" - No, Gus, I'm... I'm sorry.
I-I don't need you to have a sous chef position
at a Napa restaurant to be extremely proud of you.
But how long has this offer from your good friend Aiden
been on the table and when were you gonna tell me about it?
- I mean, when did this chef quit? - I was just gonna take an Uber.
It'll drop me to the front door no problem. - No, Gus. Come on, please.
Can... Come on. Can you just hold on?
Can you... Gus, can you please just wait?
That's the whole story of our relationship, isn't it?
Just me waiting on you.
Oh, really? That's the whole story?
I'll be gone for the next two days.
If you can find something, anything positive to say,
you can come spend the night.
Well, don't wait up.
[Door closes]
Are you completely sure about that?
You haven't seen this radio at your dad's before?
Never.
I don't know if he just bought it or what.
Does that radio have anything to do with the explosion?
Very probably.
When were you last at your father's before today?
Uh, last week. I just, um, I don't know why this is...
Who would do this to my dad?
We were hoping you could tell us.
Um, I've been trying to think since I found him.
It was like I knew something was wrong
the moment I walked in the door.
It was... so quiet.
Does that make any sense?
I knew something was wrong.
Maybe it was the smell.
Why did you go over to your dad's place this morning?
He did my taxes for me.
I'm... I'm terrible at that stuff.
And you got in the house how?
I have a key to his place.
I told the patrol officer all of this.
Sanchez: Well, he's still being treated
after the explosion, ma'am.
Sofia: Oh.
Is he, um...
Why is this happening?
This is crazy.
It is. We agree.
Had your dad mentioned anything weird going on
- in his life recently? - Weird?
Arguments with strangers, uh, money trouble,
issues at work, problems with neighbors.
No, he treats... [Sniffles]
He treated strangers like they were his friends.
Money problems? No, he was super cheap.
[Chuckles flatly] Neighbors?
They pretty much love him.
You still live in the neighborhood?
Do you still live in yours?
I do.
Well, I got out as soon as I could pay WeHo rent.
We're not judging.
Gangs don't leave people much choice.
Your dad was a member of MS-13, right?
Ugly crew, bad attitudes, long memories.
Why bring up old crap? Why does it matter?
Perhaps your father was forced into doing
some low-profile work for MS-13. You sure that's not possible?
Maybe he upgraded his skills. Locksmith started making bombs.
My dad learned his own business and that's it.
And the idea of him making a bomb, he couldn't even work
- the new can opener that I got him. - Okay, what about you?
You know anyone in MS?
I told you, I left the neighborhood.
She has keys. No need for her to cut through a window.
Yeah, but shooting Luna in the face, still personal.
It was someone who knew him.
I get it! Where's your mom?
She moved back to El Salvador with everyone else
after the divorce.
Who's everyone else?
My mom, my sister. You can talk to them.
They're coming for the funeral.
Okay, look, I want to go now. This feels weird.
And I'm sorry that he's hurt,
but I told everything to that patrol officer
who honestly seemed like he couldn't have cared less.
What do you mean that he couldn't have cared less?
Well, he kept talking on the radio while I'm crying,
while I'm trying to figure out what's happened to my dad.
Wait, wait, wait, wait.
You said the officer was talking on his radio.
- Are you sure? - Yes, he kept talking on the radio
doing police business or whatever casual...
Hey, I'm the one that wanted to go.
Look, I told you everything that I can, okay?
- I wanna go. - What is it?
We need to call bomb squad ASAP.
I owe you all a thank-you anyway.
The info you gave us on that antique radio really helped.
You're confident it housed our bomb?
100%, Captain.
We put the radio back together first
and found C-4 compounds inside.
We're still searching your victim's residence for more.
Lieutenant Capra, do you know what detonator was used?
Well, that has us scratching our head a little.
We found pieces of a cellphone electronics board
probably wired to a blasting cap.
Well, if you've got it figured out, Capra,
then why the head scratching?
This guy used command det C-4.
He could blow up his bomb at will with a phone call,
so why do it when he did?
I mean, the woman died and that's terrible, but...
But it was a crowded crime scene,
and you could net a lot more casualties at that location.
Exactly.
That's why I'm wondering if the explosion
wasn't triggered accidentally by one of our police radios.
Maybe. That would depend on proximity.
This is two seconds before the blast.
The Grundig was inside the SUV, and they're all standing nearby.
Yeah, I mean, that looks like it could be close enough
for the RF comm to cause the proper kind of interference.
Sharon: Okay, so the detonation could've been accidental.
And our first responders may not have been the target.
Back to our original question then... who was?
Okay, my turn. Lieutenant Capra,
do you know where the C-4 came from?
Could it be traced back to terror networks?
Possibly, but that's not what it looks like with our bad guy
because he left the wrapper on the explosive.
- He what? - C-4 comes in brick form about yea big,
a little over a pound, usually in plastic
with a code on it, kind of like a-a serial number.
And our guy carved off about a 2 to 4-ounce
piece of that brick to use in his radio bomb.
But he left the plastic on it.
Now the good news is, we found something.
- That's U.S. military grade. - You know C-4?
Detective Sykes was an MP in Afghanistan.
Half my job was stopping knuckleheads from taking
weapons and munitions home with them.
Captain, I can check with my Army contacts,
see if we have enough of the code on the wrapper
to trace it to the soldier who checked it out.
Well, if they could expedite the search... - Hold on. Just hold on.
Military grade plastic explosive makes that a federal case.
And I don't doubt the quality of Detective Sykes' contacts,
but the FBI has built-in avenues of communication
inside our armed forces with an intelligence capacity
that could be very helpful going forward.
- If this were terrorism. - Why do you keep saying "if"?
Because, ma'am, terrorism is the attempt to instill fear
or coerce governments through the unlawful use
or threat of violence.
Usually motivated by religious or ideological beliefs.
And so far, this crime does not fit that definition.
Besides, Deputy Chief,
if you call the Feds, you risk losing a chance to swoop in
and take all the credit.
What was that, Detective?
Yeah, I think you heard me.
I don't give a damn about credit, Detective.
Only about this investigation and this department.
Captain, if you keep treating Luna's death
like one of your typical homicides,
just know that if more police officers end up dying,
credit... will be assigned for that, too.
Lieutenant Capra, why don't we talk privately
for a few minutes in my office?
Yes, ma'am.
Carry on, Captain.
[Provenza chuckles]
Well, boyo, I'm not sure that was a great career move,
but, um, it sounded like fun.
[Laughs] I liked it.
Is that the way you're supposed to speak
to commanding officers, Detective Nolan?
I, uh, I guess not, Captain. No.
You guess correctly, sir.
But Chief Davis should not be given this promotion, ma'am.
And you could change the way
the Assistant Chief job functions.
I could, but mostly jobs change us,
not the other way around.
And as far as my becoming Assistant Chief,
I am the happiest I have ever been in my professional life
with all of you, taking bad guys off the street.
And if I can keep my peace with Chief Davis,
I expect each and every one of you to do the same.
- Amy. - I'll chase down the C-4.
Well, you're right, Captain.
The less this crime looks like an act of terror,
the more it seems linked to Albert Luna.
And the more we need to know why he was killed.
♪
- What? - Never mind, I don't want to tell you.
No, come on. You have to tell me.
Sit down, all right? Please.
I'm not gonna make fun of you, all right? I promise.
Okay, fine.
- It's just... [Laughs nervously] - What?
It's so hard for me to tell you because you're my best friend
and I don't wanna change things between us.
But...
- I think I have a crush on... - [Whistling]
I think I have a crush on Karen.
- [Whistling continues] - Oh, you have a...
- [Laughs] - Karen?
Wait, what?
[Whistling continues]
Excuse me, are you messing with us?
- What makes you think that? - [Whistling]
So this is just some creepy thing that you do, dude?
- [Whistling continues] - [Scoffs]
Come on. Just leave us alone, okay?
[Whistling stops]
What's wrong with you?
Why don't you just go be a creep somewhere else, okay?
- Uhh! - [Gasping]
Oh, my God.
What the...
Call the cops.
Call them now.
[Gasps]
♪
Rusty: So in searching for the bomber,
you're tracking real time crime data?
- [Beeps] - Like that symbol
that just popped up in MacArthur Park.
Yes, but that's only an assault.
Uh, seems a man on a bike hauled off and ambushed
a teenage boy with no warning.
Ambushed?
Poor kid, I know how he feels.
Police recovered the bike,
but the assailant was last seen...
Okay, okay. Random crazy we are not looking for.
We are hunting for bombs and MS-13-related offenses.
And the Captain wants the incidents report. - [Cellphone chiming]
- You have it? - I sent it to your printer.
- Ah. - [Chiming continues]
Hold on. I'll pay you in a second.
- [Beep] - This is Jones, hi.
Oh, uh, well, I'm in the middle of something right now,
but we should be safe for Disney on Saturday.
Oh, in person? Sure, yeah.
I'll text you when we settle things here.
[Line disconnects]
I-I'm sorry. Um, just having to change a few plans.
- You know, kids get anxious... - Kids? [Chuckles]
I'm telling you for the last time,
helping out the family of the man who killed your father...
Thanks for your advice, Lieutenant,
but they need me right now.
I'll get the incidents report for the Captain. Excuse me.
[Breathes sharply]
You can't just say, "It'll be okay?"
You want me to lie to him?
Why not? You lie to everybody else.
Just the criminals.
I never lie to the people who work here.
[Printer whirs]
[Coins clattering]
- Captain. - Thank you, Buzz.
Sykes: Yes, hang on. I am ready to take it down.
[Sighs] Thank you.
Is there anything else that you need me to take to Andrea?
No, that's it. Congratulations.
On your job offer.
Uh, yeah, it's... it's really great.
What's it look like, Captain?
The usual at first glance, but we need to go through
every crime reported in this city,
and see if any of them are committed by MS-13 members
or one of Mr. Luna's former associates.
- I can do that, ma'am. - Thank you.
And I'm not finding much in Luna's financials
to indicate gangs.
All of his money comes from the locksmith business.
No investments, and his daughter's right.
He was thrifty. Saves more than I do, frankly.
Mike, what about his phone records and his e-mails?
Mostly work calls.
Recent clients, some to El Salvador,
but none to any known MS-13 members.
Might also be a good idea to see if Albert Luna
has any connections to Camp Pendleton,
because that's where the C-4 came from.
You can confirm that?
My old Captain... actually, she's a Colonel now,
but she looked up the serial numbers
on the C-4 wrap, and they match a supply that,
according to Pendleton records, was detonated in 2002.
Haley Williams begs to differ.
Sharon: But detonated by whom?
I assume there is a procedure for finding who signed out
- those munitions. - Yes,
but since the C-4 was used by Marines at Pendleton,
they're gonna make me jump through hoops.
A request for info will have to be in made in person,
- and I'll need a warrant. - You up for the drive?
Of course. Yeah.
She also said the brick of explosives I asked about
was checked out with nine others.
Wait a minute, nine? So there might be
nine more pounds of plastic explosives in the wind?
That someone waited 15 years to use?
And then planted it in the radio at Albert Luna's house.
So it would seem, yes.
But what does he want to explode with these bombs?
What's up?
Some wacko decided to punch a kid,
and we found the wacko's bike nearby.
- Any prints? - Weirdly, no.
Wacko had good taste, though. Bike's expensive.
- Wish I had something like it. - Then buy one. You know the drill.
Fill out the property form. I'll take the bike from here.
♪
Woman: So sorry about putting you on hold.
How can Farriday Mortuary help you today?
Yes, hi. I'm a friend of Albert Luna's,
and I don't wanna disturb his family,
but I accidentally deleted my invitation
to his funeral service today,
and I don't remember the time or the place.
I can check on that for you. Albert Luna.
Memorial is scheduled for later this month.
But the internment is 2 p.m. this afternoon
at Rosedale Cemetery.
May I help you with anything else?
No, thank you.
You have a lovely day.
You, too, sir. I'm sorry for your loss.
[Line disconnects]
♪
Looks like you had a long night. Traffic bad?
I'm sorry. Um, there was a lot of standing around and waiting,
and it took them time to locate the information, which...
[Chuckles] can't be faxed, e-mailed,
texted, or talked about on the phone.
And I had to pull over and sleep for an hour
on the way back, so... Let me get you a coffee.
Thanks.
Amy, thank you.
So was Camp Pendleton able to give you more details
about the C-4?
Yes, and very specific details, too.
March 10, 2002, 10 M112 bricks of C-4 were checked out
for training by a Special Forces team.
Their mission... to parachute onto a simulated desert road
in Camp Pendleton and find and destroy
enemy munition dumps.
Everything signed for was listed as having been used.
But some of it wasn't.
The explosives were signed for by whom?
Well, there were only four Marines on the mission,
and I have some background on them.
Lieutenant David Stander, sadly, died in Afghanistan in '06.
- So we're down to three. - Sergeant First Class Chad Vern
currently stationed at Camp Rhino
in the Registan Desert.
- He didn't kill Luna. - Thanks.
Corporal Tom Banning, retired, married with four kids,
living in Tampa, where he owns two gyms.
Are you expecting us to remember all these names?
Just, um, just this one.
Lieutenant Cristian Ortiz.
Cristian did two tours in Iraq, three in Afghanistan,
and shortly after he was honorably discharged in '05
was convicted of manslaughter
- right here in Los Angeles County. - We have a winner.
Cristian took an 11-year deal and served every day of it.
Released just two months ago.
11 years... that could explain
why the C-4's just turning up now.
So who did he go to jail for killing?
Joseph Euley.
Apparently, Euley was sleeping with Cristian's wife.
So he stabbed him.
16 times.
Ordering up the crime report now.
Okay, so is there any connection
between Cristian, Ortiz, and Luna,
or Euley and Luna, or any ties with MS-13?
I'm checking right now, ma'am.
Cristian Ortiz doesn't have a current address in L.A.
Though, it looks like his mother has a house in Sylmar.
Even if he's not there, his mother might know where he is.
She just got her son back from prison.
We talk to her, she tells Cristian we're looking for him,
- we're behind again. - Well, we should still
have SIS set up on her house.
And maybe search the place for explosives when she's out.
And follow her discreetly until we've made an arrest.
Where did Cristian Ortiz serve his sentence?
Lancaster, ma'am.
Looking to see if he had any cellmates from MS-13,
- but no dice. - Cellmates.
Who was he in with most recently?
Looks like last the three years were spent rooming
with a Lewis Wilks.
Three years in an 8x8 cell with nothing to do but talk.
Yeah, like discuss what your first meal's gonna be
when you get out or, you know, who you're gonna kill.
What is Wilks in for?
Bunch of bullshit, that's what.
Look, I was good at what I did.
But I just worked with some guys
who weren't so good at what they did.
What are you good at, Lewis?
- Hiding stuff. - What kind of stuff?
Whatever whenever.
Case that put me in Lancaster? Drugs.
And the guys who weren't so good at what they did,
you were partners?
Sold 20 pounds of coke to an undercover cop.
Assholes.
Still mad about it, huh?
I got nine years total. So yeah.
Why don't you tell us a little bit about your craft?
- [Laughs] - Your hiding things.
I get out, how am I gonna make a living?
By telling you all my secrets?
I mean, that's not what you brought me here
- to talk about anyway. - Educate us.
Why should we be interested in a dirtbag like you?
Because of what I know about Cristian Ortiz.
And why would we care about that?
- Because Cristian's a nutjob. - Sanchez: Nutjob?
Looks like you're on to the right suspect.
If we can find him.
For one, Cristian was obsessed,
and I mean obsessed, with learning.
He was always interested in what guys were in for,
how they did their business, how they got caught,
picking up police procedures as he went along,
figuring out how you guys worked.
I mean, that's all he ever talked about...
when he wasn't telling me he was innocent.
Ortiz claimed he didn't kill Joseph Euley?
Oh, my God. That name.
Euley, Euley, Euley.
Yo, I still hear that name in my sleep.
He talked about Euley so much,
but I never bought the innocence speech.
Why not? Cristian Ortiz claimed
he was innocent after he took a deal?
...trying to be better bad guys.
And I mean, hey, I'm clearly, you know, morally open-minded,
but even I'm not interested in how to get away with murder.
And another thing about Cristian was his wife, Liseth.
She cheated on him.
And yo, I caught him at the tail end of 11 years.
11 years, and he still hadn't let that go.
He blamed her for everything that happened.
Now... on that note,
I stop talking for a little bit.
You don't wanna do that, Lewis.
We can get you things. Things you might want.
That's why I'm shutting up, my friend.
You see, I got plenty more to say about Cristian.
Plenty.
But nothing else for you guys
unless I get something in exchange.
And here's a little insider tip about where to start
the negotiations when my lawyer dude arrives.
I got another six years on my sentence,
and I'm not really interested in doing them.
My boss might be open to a deal. But I'll have to push.
Helps that Wilks is not a violent offender.
Flynn: Really? The guy openly says he's gonna commit crimes again.
Sharon: But it might allow us to stop a murderer
who killed one of our own and apparently
has the means to kill again.
If Wilks has got anything more valuable to say.
What if he's already said it?
Whatever Cristian is doing could be connected
to his ex-wife.
Buzz: Liseth Ortiz, weird.
She hasn't renewed her license in years.
So there's just this old DMV photo.
She had a mail forwarding address...
Oh. To El Salvador.
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Ye Gods.
You've seen this woman before, Lieutenant?
I have. In a photograph at Albert Luna's house.
Liseth is Albert Luna's other daughter.
Oh, my God.
Cristian murdered Liseth's father
so that she would come back to L.A. to his funeral.
Maybe that's where he planned to kill her.
When is the service?
Internment is today at 2 p.m, Rosedale Cemetery, ma'am.
That gives us 25 minutes.
Lieutenant call Bomb Squad, SWAT, SOB.
Ready everyone for a full tactical rollout.
When we get there, let's make sure we all stay off our radios.
Excellent idea. Andy, I'm sorry, but...
Yeah, I get it. Doctor's orders.
I'll keep an eye on things in RACR.
I gotta get used to a different way
- of doing things, I guess. - I guess.
- Uh, Mom, just... - Yeah?
...like, be careful.
I will.
♪
[Tires screech]
♪
- Okay. - [Dog growls]
Radio silent, guys. Remember, radios silent!
L.A.P.D.! Nobody move!
Stop moving towards the gravesite
and listen very closely to these instructions!
[Helicopter blades whirring]
[Filtered voice] Okay, Lieutenant,
I got nothing suspicious from up here.
But if you do, go in low over it.
- Yes, sir. - Let's not get too close.
If you are holding anything, immediately put it
- on the ground beside you. - [Camera shutter clicks]
Turn around and follow me, please. Follow me.
[Clicking continues]
- What is this? - We're trying to bury our father!
What are you doing here?
Liseth, we're trying to save your life. Let's go!
We're trying to save everyone's life!
Por favor, señor. Por favor.
[Clicking continues]
Go! There may be a bomb!
[Panicked shouting]
[Dog growls]
[Shouting, screaming]
[Clicking continues]
[Dogs growling]
[Dogs barking]
Sir, sir!
[Barking continues]
Yep, the dogs have something. They're barking.
Oh, my God.
What if the bomber is there?
All right, pull 'em back! Get those dogs out of here!
- Let's go, let's go. - Hurry up! Go, go!
[Barking continues]
- Get the robot out... - [Explosions]
Shit. Holy shit.
Control, Air 10.
We've got a confirmed explosion at Rosedale Cemetery.
I'm gonna need additional units.
Send me some rescue ambulance.
Just send everybody at this point. This is bad.
- All units in the vicinity... - Mom. Where's Mom?
- Air 10 requesting units respond... - Good God, look at that.
...to the scene of an explosion at Rosedale Cemetery.
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[Engine starts]
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