MASON: Have we made any progress at all?
Well, Jim Bechtel's daughter, Tammy,
has flown in from Charlotte
to make arrangements for her father's funeral.
Now, I expect her here any minute, and she should help.
In the meantime, we have been concentrating
on Gwendolyn Bechtel. Mike.
If Gwendolyn really is Stroh's mother,
that could be a partial explanation
of why he's come back.
Maybe he just wanted to say "farewell"
to dear old mom before he kicked the bucket.
Or take her with him when he goes.
SYKES: Uh, one hitch...
we're still trying to confirm
the checked medical records belonged to Stroh.
I'm having a bit of trouble
contacting the Interpol officer who called Emma.
Yeah. Buzz?
Well, our traces on Gwen Bechtel's
Social Security number are complicated.
- I'll say.
- Well, there's no death certificate, sir,
but Gwendolyn Stroh/Bechtel's Social
hasn't been used since 1992.
There are no credit checks, no tax filings,
nothing... she just disappeared.
Just thinking out loud,
but if Stroh's mother had been living in the L.A. area,
couldn't Stroh have just killed her years ago?
Seriously? You bloody idiot.
PROVENZA: If Stroh already murdered his mom,
why would be hunting for her now?
- Exactly. - Oh, good point.
And you're in charge? God.
Okay, so, you can change your Social Security number.
- No, that's not the problem. - Uh, yes, sir,
but the new number would be cross-referenced
with the old number by the Internal Revenue Service.
So if we search for one, we find the other.
Unless...
Unless she had her new Social Security number sealed.
In my reserve detective training, I'm told that
this type of secrecy is for Witness Protection.
You're in reserve detective training? That's a thing?
And no one outside the Social Security Administration
would have her new identity, not even law enforcement.
Not even law enforcement?
Oh, my God, that's ridic... Make a call or something!
PROVENZA: Well, if Stroh were my son and I was rich,
I don't think I'd want him to find me either.
Well, if you're on the right track, and that's a big "if,"
Gwen's new number would only exist on a hard copy
in the Social Security headquarters in Maryland.
Really? Maryland?
I see. Okay.
You lot run around following the rules.
I'll go... this way.
Let's see who gets to Mama Stroh first.
SANCHEZ: A hard copy in Maryland, sir?
Even if we were able to get a search warrant,
it could take weeks to find it.
Uh, I might have a workaround, Julio.
SYKES: What about the Social Security office
where she filed for the change?
The Social Security Administration
has over a thousand field offices.
How are you gonna figure out which one to search?
PROVENZA: Excuse me. Cami,
could you review for us what we know about Gwendolyn pre-1992?
Mm-hmm. A Social Security number can tell a pretty good story
of a person's life, especially if you can find a credit report
to go with it.
Let's do this, Julio.
Gwendolyn Hope Lyle, born in Philadelphia, PA, July 18, 1947.
Attended Penn for two years,
her dad was rich, rich, rich,
and she worked at one of his travel agencies every summer.
In 1967, when she was only 20,
Gwendolyn married Tyler Tate Stroh,
a 28-year-old executive
also employed by her father's company.
Gwen gave birth to her precious son, Phillip, in 1969.
Oh, my God. You people are more boring
than watching televised snooker.
Her father died, she sold the business,
divorced her husband, and bought an amazing home
in Chagrin Falls, Ohio...
What?! "An amazing home"?
What are you, a bloody estate agent now?
Why can't you people treat this like an emergency?
Do you have a higher gear than sloth?
Glacial, perhaps?
A year later, she married Jim Bechtel.
May he rest in peace.
I wonder where his daughter is.
She should be here by now.
SANCHEZ: Oh, but way back then, sir,
Tammy moved with her father and new stepmother to Bel Air
in 1985 without Phillip,
who was left behind to attend some fancy boarding school.
MASON: Bet there's a lot more to that story.
Of course there's more to the story.
But none of it leads to Mama Stroh.
Gwen and Jim filed their taxes jointly in California
only once before divorcing in 1986,
and then eventually, Gwen just disappears in 1992.
On December 11, 1992.
If you can't be helpful, at least be precise.
Ella, wake up!
Get naked! Come on.
So, Stroh's mother abandoned him?
Looks like it.
Tammy Bechtel's on the elevator.
Uh, Amy, would you give me a hand, please?
[ELEVATOR BELL DINGS]
Lieutenant Provenza?
Ah, that's me, and this is Detective Sykes.
Thank you for coming, Tammy.
So sorry about what happened to your father.
SYKES: We know this is a difficult time.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, boo-hoo.
Thank you.
So, you're considering Phillip as a suspect?
Does that seem likely to you?
Not really.
He and Daddy didn't get along very well,
but we were only a serious part of his life for a few years,
and that was decades ago.
I don't really remember that much about Phillip,
and I can't imagine he recalls that much about me, either.
Then again, Phillip was strange.
Understatement of the century.
PROVENZA: You are aware that your ex-stepbrother
is a serial killer.
The FBI came to my house five years ago
and told me about all the women that Phillip had murdered.
I was just shocked.
But in retrospect, there were signs,
things that I now know are markers for people like him.
What signs?
Oh, he tried to set our house on fire a couple of times.
My dog disappeared one day, it never came back.
He pushed me off the slide in our backyard.
Those aren't signs. Those are billboards.
How could they not know something was wrong with the kid?
It's hard to give up on your child.
But now that I have girls of my own, I...
[ECHOING] Well, so, your father got very upset.
What about your stepmother, Gwen?
[NORMAL] Daddy and Gwen, they fought over Phillip constantly.
It got better when he went to boarding school,
but then they would just argue about
whether or not he should come home for Christmas
or what to do with Phillip once we moved to L.A., but they...
Like I said, more to the story.
SYKES: Did all the quarreling stop once you got to California?
For a while, and then about a year later,
they got into a fight that lasted for weeks.
I woke up in the middle of the night hearing...
hearing Daddy screaming.
And Gwen packed up and left the next day.
Did you ever see Phillip again?
No. Once Phillip moved to L.A.,
he would contact Dad occasionally.
Actually, he hounded Daddy.
He demanded to know where his mother had gone.
So stunning, really.
She fought so hard to keep her son,
and then she just abandoned him.
Did you ever see or speak to Gwen again?
No. Not after she disappeared.
- Damn it. - I did try to look her up once.
I wanted to send her a thank-you note.
I couldn't find her in the phone book,
and that was pretty much all we had to go on back then.
Phone books? Travel agencies? Oy.
PROVENZA: Can we go back just one second?
You just said that you wanted to give
Gwendolyn a thank you note.
What for?
I graduated from high school in '95
and an envelope arrived in the mail
with a sweet note from Gwen
- and $10,000 cash. - SYKES: Wow.
- From your ex-stepmother - [CELLPHONE CHIMES]
Whom you hadn't seen since you were...
9 years old. It was obscenely generous,
but no return address.
What about a postmark?
Yes, Pasadena, but I don't think she actually lived there,
'cause my father went looking through all the property records
where she could've bought a home
and he couldn't find anything.
Why would he do that?
Oh, my Dad...
For all his success, he was a fairly simple guy.
He loved what he loved.
He loved me, his business,
the sea...
And he loved Gwen.
I think finding out that she could've been...
I'm looking to see if there's a Social Security office
- in Pasadena. - Bechtel didn't find her,
and he was a real-estate developer.
TAO: Gwen changed her name.
Bechtel was looking for the wrong person.
She was in Pasadena during '95.
Maybe that's where she started over.
But please don't get me wrong. I... My dad was happy.
MASON: Criminal Intelligence could check that
faster than you guys. Tell the lieutenant
- I'm giving it a go. - ...never, ever get over.
PROVENZA: Thank you, Tammy. Thank you very much.
You've been very helpful.
Detective Sykes, would you please assist her
with a statement?
[DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES]
Andy, hey! What are you doing here?
There's no reason you can't stay at home.
FLYNN: I promised Sharon that I would protect the kids,
and I can't do that sitting at home feeling sorry for myself.
Look, how I deal with this crap is not up to you.
Ah. You're sure?
I'm sure.
Okay.
Is, uh, Nolan still on an assignment?
Uh, yeah, yeah.
♪♪
Ah, good, good.
So, it would appear that our chief
is finally gonna help us out for a change.
So we still have to prepare searches
for every Social Security office...
Bad news, Lieutenant.
I found her first.
Oh! Enjoy your game of musical chairs.
- ...et cetera... - BECK: Andy, um,
do you remember that we... well,
you were picking me up to go home?
Yeah. I'll go home... once Stroh is dead.
I wish you luck with that, Lieutenant.
In the meantime...
[BEEPS]
...I'll give Gwendolyn your regards.
♪♪
All right, Lieutenant.
C.I. confirmed Pasadena's Social Security office
has some sealed files
dated from mid-December 1992.
That's Gwendolyn Stroh. Sykes, Sanchez.
But to get a name, birth date,
and her new number, I need a warrant,
and I don't think we have enough to ask
the federal government for declaratory relief.
SYKES: How about protecting the life of the record holder
from one of the most dangerous serial killers in the world?
Her name appears on a list of searches
that includes eight other people that have either died
or been murdered in the last 11 months, sir.
[SIGHS] Okay.
I can try.
Uh, Chief? If I might make a suggestion,
with our federal friends and put some urgency into it?
We need to find this woman alive.
Thank you, Lieutenant, for your guidance.
Are you trying to lose command of our division, sir?
No, Sykes.
I'm trying to stop Stroh once and for all.
Now, if Mason feels comfortable telling me
what my job is all day long, I can do the same for him.
Oh, Gus. Rusty can't leave.
I was just telling him that, Lieutenant. One second.
I... As long as Andy wants to stay,
I need to wait for an escort back to the condo.
I'll get someone up here in a minute.
Here, I'll call now.
Okay, well, I was off today.
I made you some caldo de res.
It's my grandmother's recipe.
I put some brown rice in...
What? What is it?
That's... That's Phillip Stroh?
Yeah. Yeah, why?
I saw him.
- What? - I saw him.
- Where? - At the restaurant.
When? When did you see him?
I-I waited on him. He was my customer
the... the night Sharon died.
- Did you guys talk? - Yeah,
I thought maybe he was hitting on me a little.
He asked if I had a boyfriend.
And what did you say?
Well, that...
I was trying to work things out, that I wasn't sure.
But he... he... he asked a little bit
about what my boyfriend was like, but maybe it wasn't him.
This guy had a beard.
The guy we saw from the red-light camera
in Palm Springs had a beard.
- It's Stroh. - Yeah, now we have an eyewitness.
One second, one second. Gus...
do you recall how he paid you?
Did he give you a credit card?
No, I didn't pick up the check.
I-I got a text from Rusty about Sharon
around 9:30, and I left for the hospital right then.
Uh, but I can call and ask Manny
and find out if he used a credit card.
Gus, does the restaurant have security cameras?
Uh, yes. Not at the parking lot or the valet,
but at the bar and at the entrance.
Hey, Manny, hey, this is...
This is Lieutenant Provenza, Los Angeles Police Department.
Now, Manny, I want you to listen closely
and do exactly what I tell you to.
- [KNOCKING] - Come on, Karl.
I have someone else coming in 10 minutes.
Ella, you're breaking my heart.
It's not my fault. You were late.
Okay. I'll tell you the truth.
I was with another woman.
[GASPS] How dare you.
Don't worry, it was my boss's mum.
Just had to check on her, make sure she was all right.
And was she?
Uh, she was so-so.
But, more importantly, she's also incredibly rich.
So this job may turn out very well for us.
Hmm. No wonder you're in a good mood.
Oh, yes.
We are one little power-of-attorney issue
from a brand-new life.
Mm-hmm.
I am serious, Ella.
I can come out of this with a lot of cash, maybe millions.
Sounds like you're talking about robbing the old lady.
I don't think she's long for this world,
but no, I'm not gonna rob her.
She obviously doesn't have control of her money anyway.
Some guy named Hunt Sanford is signing the checks.
Doesn't sound like you're planning anything very nice.
Listen, Ella.
No one is gonna hurt that old lady, okay?
But the world's full of not-nice things.
I mean, your parents were not very nice,
my parents were not very nice, and who stuck up for us, huh?
Who bothered to make sure we were safe and looked after?
- Nobody. - Hey.
Some people get born with a lot of chances,
and some people don't have any.
Well, which category do you think we fit into?
And... And if we want a chance ourselves
at a life worth living,
we either have to grab chances from other people or go without.
How much money will you have?
A least a million
and possibly a lot, lot more than that.
Look, Ella, once I have it,
uh, I'm gonna have to leave in a hurry, and I can't come back.
So if you won't come with me, I'll never see you again.
Don't choose this. This is a dead end.
There are an awful lot of bad people out there, Ella,
and I can take care of you.
I can.
You're very sweet, Karl, but for now, you have to go.
Promise you'll think about coming with me?
I promise, but bye, seriously.
Uh, Karl?
Sorry.
I love you.
♪♪
[SIGHS]
♪♪
[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS]
[MOTORCYCLE ENGINE STARTS]
♪♪
PROVENZA: You've been wanting evidence of Phillip Stroh here in L.A.
Not only do we now have an eyewitness,
we're about to show you Phillip Stroh himself
in L.A. on video from security cameras.
They serve crow at this restaurant?
I may need some.
Chief, that is a terrific thing to say.
I myself always, always own up to my mistakes.
Or I get a divorce.
Buzz?
Yes, um...
Gus said Stroh was seated about 8:00 P.M.,
so I will fast-forward the video from around 7:30.
[KEYS CLACKING]
♪♪
Wait, wait, what was that?
[KEYS CLACKING]
♪♪
The time code jumped ahead about 45 seconds.
- Oh, no. - Uh, keep going, Buzz. Keep going.
Someone's edited the footage.
Where'd this video come from?
Assurance Digital Security,
a surveillance company used by lots of small businesses, sir.
TAO: Secure servers, 24-hour monitoring,
virtually unhackable.
Fast-forward an hour, Buzz,
to when he might have left.
[KEYS CLACKING]
♪♪
[SIGHS] So much for proof.
This is proof, Chief.
Stroh is playing a game, to keep us...
Do you really believe he has this level of hacking ability?
I can't justify adding security detail
- to this young man based on... - Chief, Gus got closer
to Phillip Stroh than anyone in the last three years.
We are spread very thin.
Consider how it will look, Lieutenant,
if after your first week of commanding Major Crimes,
your expenses doubled.
Well, think about your homicide statistics, sir,
if Gustavo Wallace ends up dead.
Yeah, and while I'm doing that,
here's somebody else you'll probably tell me
needs 24-hour protection.
And that would be who?
Your warrant was approved
by the Social Security Administration.
I have the name and address for the woman
who used to be Gwendolyn Stroh
in San Marino, right next door to Pasadena.
Well, what's her name?
[KNOCKING]
Good evening. I'm Lieutenant Michael Tao, L.A.P.D.
You are Abigail Atwood, I presume?
We're sorry to disturb you past 9:00 P.M...
You're not disturbing me, Lieutenant, but I'm Julia.
Abigail is my boss.
Well, I take care of her. May I help...
Uh, I'm sorry to interrupt you, Julia,
but it is very important we speak with Ms. Atwood
and we ask her a few questions.
Well, I-I don't think now's a very good time.
Mrs. Atwood has a lot...
Our search warrant says this is the perfect time.
- Step aside, ma'am. - All I meant was that
nighttime is trickier for Mrs. Atwood's dementia.
And she's already had one new visitor today,
and that sort of thing takes it out of her.
A new... Someone was here before us?
This morning.
She almost never has company,
but I think he said he was from her old church,
- and he just wanted to... - Was this him?
No, no, this was a younger man.
Scott.
I-I didn't see him leave,
and last I checked, she was asleep,
so I just assumed that he scooted out.
Hold on.
[KNOCK ON DOOR]
♪♪
Ms. Atwood?
Gwen.
Did you say "Gwen"?
Ms. Atwood, I'm Detective Amy Sykes.
I'm with the Los Angeles Police Department.
The police?
- Oh, no. - Yes, ma'am.
We have some questions about your son, Phillip.
Oh... you found her, didn't you?
I knew you would one day.
Found who?
Who did we find, ma'am?
Mary Wellington.
You found Mary Wellington.
♪♪
PROVENZA: Her name wasn't on the list of searches,
but we are trying to find out who Mary Wellington might be.
We can try asking Gwendolyn again later this morning,
when her caretaker says she's more with it.
And who visited Gwendolyn's house yesterday?
Another man, but not Stroh.
The nurse said he might've been barely 20, he looked so young.
Unfortunately, Gwendolyn, AKA Mrs. Atwood,
has staff around day and night, so no security cameras.
Now, Stroh is known to work with younger accomplices,
and if this accomplice knows where Gwendolyn is,
Stroh does, too. Which means...
We need to replace the patrol officers you left at her house
with around-the-clock undercover surveillance.
Lieutenant, you're killing me.
Well, we can't bring her here. She's not well enough.
I understand, but we are running out of qualified officers
- to provide this level of... - Boss, please.
Look at it this way... Stroh was searching for his mother.
He even added cities to her first name
because it's a little unusual,
and he didn't know where she was.
Think of how much trouble we went through to find her,
and somehow, Stroh was ahead of us.
But how? Who is taking care of Gwen,
and who's paying the bills...
The Abigail Atwood Foundation?
We're trying hard to find out who's running it,
but all of her caregivers signed confidentiality agreements,
and we have no criminal cause to ask them to break them.
So you're telling me I have to pay for another security detail,
- is that it? - No, h-hey,
I'm not the kind of guy who just
bothers you with problems.
I also offer solutions.
Now, we can save a serious amount of money
if Rusty and Gus are under the protection of a single team.
- BECK: Wait, what? - Gus can stay at the condo.
- That's not a bad idea. - I've already cleared it with Flynn,
and it's no hardship on them. They're dating.
- No, we're not. - No, we're not dating.
Well, you bat for the same team, anyway.
Might as well share a dugout.
We can't compel you to agree, but it would be a huge help.
Okay, uh, look. I just worry
that we're not... uh...
Okay. All right, if Andy says it's okay...
Look, I-if you don't want me to...
I said it's okay. I said it's fine, Gus.
Maybe I don't need security.
Stroh said that he might run into you again.
- You need security. - Whatever.
Thank you.
It'll only be until this Stroh business is cleared up.
How long is that gonna take?
Well, if my experience is any indication,
about six years.
[CHUCKLES]
SANCHEZ: It all happened a long time ago,
but there is a Mary Wellington with a connection
to Gwendolyn Stroh. Buzz?
In 1985, at the age of 16,
Mary Wellington went missing
- from Chagrin Falls, Ohio. - [GROANS]
That's where Gwendolyn Stroh moved with Phillip
after divorcing his father.
And Mary was never found.
We received the open Missing Persons file
from Chagrin Falls, but there's not much there.
30-years cold. Can't imagine there would be.
And you'll notice there's no mention of Phillip Stroh
- or the Bechtels. - SANCHEZ: But Mary and Phillip
went to the same school and lived
less than two miles apart, sir.
So this girl could be victim zero.
I guess his thing for blondes started at a young age.
Her parents, they gave up the search after four years.
Hunt Sanford, Hunt Sanford. God,
you guys are so far behind me, you'll never catch up.
But a local news station, they played this video
every year on her birthday until 1992, just in case.
Buzz?
[ PIANO MUSIC PLAYS]
Dad, I'm trying to practice.
MAN: People will be watching you at the recital, too.
Besides, I want you to remember this moment when you're older.
Now I have to start all over.
[ PIANO MUSIC PLAYS]
♪♪
So, what does Gwendolyn Stroh know about this girl,
and how do we get her to tell us?
Yeah. Yeah, all I need is for you to keep focused
on Mary Wellington for another two days,
while I concentrate on the hunt for Hunt.
I have a suggestion.
Half my work in Missing Persons was related to Silver Alerts...
elderly people who walk out of assisted-living centers
and into the blue, and I know a specialist who can help us.
It's hard for someone with memory issues to stay on track,
so it's important not to interrupt them.
SYKES: You sure you're the right person for this, Cami?
Why do people keep saying I interrupt them?
- It's so irritating. - Really?
And I'll have to avoid asking her a lot of specifics.
But specifics are all we're after, Doctor.
Having her recall how she felt will unlock more memories
than discussing times and dates.
TAO: Dr. Joe, just to remember,
this is not a privileged conversation.
You're gonna have a detective
and a camera with you today at all times.
[ PIANO MUSIC PLAYS]
She played at church, too.
Youth Sundays, evening services.
She was an accomplished girl.
It's a shame what happened to her.
Can you tell us how she went missing?
It must've been upsetting...
hearing about that.
From the time he could walk,
I knew I would have trouble with Phillip.
He was smart... too smart.
We couldn't find a crib that would contain him.
He was an escape artist.
And then, as he got older, he...
did other things.
But Mary Wellington,
who would ever suspect something like that?
It must have affected you deeply...
...when it happened.
I don't know how I felt, really.
When Phillip first came to me about it,
he was extremely upset.
How do you know that?
For the longest time, all he could say was,
"I messed up, Mom.
I messed up.
Messed up.
I really messed up."
I don't know what to do.
Just tell me what happened, Phillip.
We'll figure it out.
You know Mary Wellington,
the girl who plays with the youth choir?
Well, her mom didn't come pick her up from school, so I...
So... So I decided to walk her home,
and she started calling me names.
Names like what?
Never mind. Uh, I'll call her parents,
and I'm sure that they'll understand.
No. No, she... I...
I told her off myself, and she hit me.
She hit me several times.
[ECHOING] She hit me several times.
And what did you do?
Um, Mom...
You have to believe me.
I was defending myself.
[ECHOING] Defending myself.
And a shiver went up my spine, because I didn't believe him.
But I acted like I did
so he would tell me everything.
And then...
he showed me everything, too.
I knew instantly that Mary had done nothing
to upset Phillip except...
probably scream.
Oh, the fire.
I stood there, wondering, "How will I manage this?"
And then I decided the damage was done.
What do you mean by that?
Well, Mary was already dead, wasn't she?
Punishing Phillip for the rest of his life,
that wasn't going to bring her back.
And he was only 16.
Disposing of her body must have been stressful.
Yes.
But...
my husband was a real-estate developer.
♪♪
His company was about to pour the foundation
for a house 10 miles away.
He had driven me past it a few days before.
I was not sure that it would work.
But the house went up, and after a while,
I stopped thinking about it.
Weren't you afraid that Phillip would be investigated?
No.
Phillip must've chosen her very carefully.
They weren't friends.
He never talked to her in front of anyone.
He waited a distance from school.
No one saw them together.
The only person who ever asked about it was Jim.
My husband, yes.
Once it was on the news, Jim became suspicious.
He asked Phillip if he had seen Mary that day.
Phillip did not look even slightly guilty.
I suppose that should've alarmed me, but...
I felt relieved.
Except for the fire.
♪♪
Is that when you sent Phillip to boarding school?
Yes, that's why I agreed to it finally...
an all-boys boarding school.
And then, Jim's business took us to California,
and I agreed, for Tammy's sake...
to leave Phillip behind.
But it was hard.
It was very hard letting go like that, very hard.
Maybe it's better her memory is slipping.
I wouldn't want to remember that.
...bought us a house in Bel Air,
and Jim and I were happy for a while,
until he found out that I wasn't flying back east
to see my family, but to visit Phillip at his school.
We ended up divorcing, and then, a few years later...
What?
There was a fire at the house where we had buried Mary.
I was afraid they would find her and that we would be arrested.
And also I-I read some news stories from Ann Arbor,
where Phillip was going to law school.
Two girls went missing, both blond.
I knew it was Phillip.
One of his professors was very suspicious.
And I had met another man who I loved,
and I decided that Jim had been right.
I went to visit Phillip one last time
to see if I could fix things.
Fix things how?
I set Phillip up with money...
quite a lot of money, really...
in case he needed to get out of the country.
And then, I left him.
I changed my name.
I didn't tell him "goodbye."
Wow. No wonder he hates women so much.
The only one he ever trusted abandoned him.
Could be why Stroh came to L.A. to practice law.
He wanted to locate his mom.
It goes with what Tammy Bechtel told us.
I supposed that's how you found out. Oh, never mind.
It doesn't matter anymore.
I've tried to solve too many problems with money.
I deserve to be arrested.
May I bring some of my scrapbooks with me
and my nightgowns?
This... This will do for court,
but I shouldn't like to sleep in it.
- And that's it. - I'd say unbalanced,
the dementia might be convenient,
but it's also real.
Guilt can do strange things to people.
[SCOFFS] Tell me about it.
Uh, I found a house inside the 10-mile radius
that Gwen mentioned had a bad fire mid-1992.
A lot of damage, but the homeowners rebuilt.
Chagrin Falls P.D. is seeing if it might be the home
where they buried Mary's body.
I just got off the phone with the chief in Ann Arbor.
He's having his Missing Persons division
pull all unresolved cases from the '90s,
particularly those of young, blond females.
PROVENZA: Well, I guess we're about to find out
if Gwen's story holds water.
FLYNN: Yeah, but all of this... Mary Wellington,
the girls from the '90s...
I'm not saying it's unimportant,
but it's just catching up
with Phillip Stroh's past.
It's not catching up with him.
Look, I vote that we leave the old lady
in the home under surveillance,
and if Stroh is hunting for her...
I hope you're not talking about my mother that way.
Sorry, who are you?
Hunt Sanford, and Abigail Atwood,
the lady you spent all day getting upset,
she's my mother.
What the... Oh, you're kidding me!
And now she's chattering some nonsense
about fires and murder?
Whoa, stop right there, sir.
Abigail Atwood doesn't have any kids.
She moved in with my father when I was only 3.
She took care of me then. I take care of her now,
which is why you're gonna explain
why you upset her so much.
That's not fair!
I was on the verge of finding him myself,
and he just pops into your office?
You lucky assholes.
Well, now we're dead even again.
Okay, Hunt Sanford.
The race reboots like this.
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Don't go feeling sorry for the guy.
Yeah, Stroh's mom left him, maybe.
But she also set him up with a ton of cash,
and if he hadn't been such a freak...
It's just... It's a little weird.
The parallels... his mom abandons him,
he looks for her in Los Angeles,
oh, and he goes to law school.
Does that sound familiar?
Did you miss the part where Stroh killed
three women before he got here?
I mean, unless there's a lot you're not telling us.
All right, it's... it's just like Mom said.
The more that I relate to Stroh, the better I seem to...
Uh... never mind.
Um, Mom also said that whatever it is that made Stroh
move to Los Angeles in the first place
might be what would bring him back.
Again, his mother.
Yeah, but why is he looking for her?
And what does she have to do with
all of these other people that he's killed?
That's a good question, kid,
and I wish Sharon were around to answer it,
but I'm gonna give it a go, not you, okay?
Okay, then.
Well, then, what now?
Do I just stay here forever?
Well, I'll get you both an escort back to the condo,
but you're gonna have to go together.
And you can't split up.
Sorry.
You hear that?
We can't split up.
SANFORD: You're taking what you were told the wrong way.
Look, anything my mother told you, anything, it's all fantasy.
We don't think so.
She describe a crime committed 30 years ago,
and her story matches up with the facts.
30 years ago. Are you serious?
Go talk to her tomorrow. She won't remember you.
Half the time, she thinks I'm my father.
He's been dead for seven years.
Why do you still take care of her
if your dad passed so long ago?
She doesn't have anybody else,
and it doesn't matter that she and my father
were never married. She's family.
[DISTORTED] Sure you're not sticking around for an inheritance?
She has a lot of money.
Not as much as I do.
Look, if it weren't for me, my mother
would have nothing at all. Her finances were a wreck.
She was sending money all over the damn world.
[NORMAL] Everyone... everyone... was taking advantage of her.
Well, what do you expect?
She's rich, old, and out of her mind.
Yeah, everybody, except you.
I work hard to keep my mother stable,
and I just left her muttering in a corner
about some girl playing a piano and a son she never had.
Well, see, actually, she does have another son.
What?
I knew I would have trouble with Phillip.
He was smart, too smart.
Even as a baby, we couldn't find a cr...
You're right in a way.
Abigail doesn't have a son, but Gwendolyn Stroh does,
and that was your mother's name before she changed her identity.
She changed her what?
See, look at the legal work.
Abigail Atwood used to be Gwendolyn Stroh,
mother of Phillip Stroh.
Phillip Stroh, the serial killer?
Yeah, I feel bad for him. That's a lot to take in at once.
TAO: Gwendolyn told us Phillip killed a girl
named Mary Wellington
and confessed to helping him cover it up.
She's confused. Mary Wellington probably doesn't even exist.
Here is a newspaper article on Mary's disappearance.
And this contains a summary
of Phillip Stroh's crimes against humanity
for your perusal.
Take time to absorb it.
We'll be back.
It's inside the radius described by Gwen.
The house almost burned to the ground mid-1992.
The Chagrin Falls Police Department found something
on the ground-penetrating radar, sir.
They're digging. Homeowners aren't too happy about it.
We just hope that Gwendolyn's memory served
and they're not busting up the wrong house.
And the two girls that Gwen mentioned in Ann Arbor?
- Any merit to that? - Emily West,
Donna Anderson went missing in August and November
of 1992, respectively.
Never found.
Gwendolyn's stepson?
He's going over material we left...
Yes, please, give me everything you know about
Mr. Power of Attorney for the Abigail Atwood Foundation.
SYKES: He's trying to come to terms with the fact that he shares
a mother with a serial killer.
We need to set up Hunt and Gwendolyn with protection.
- Lieutenant... - Uh, look.
Don't forget that two-for-the-price-of-one deal.
- BUZZ: Lieutenant... - Look, I just want to stop
Stroh from killing someone else off of that hit list.
- Lieutenant. - What is it, Buzz?
- Mr. Sanford is about to... - SANFORD: Excuse me!
My mom really gave birth to this monster?
And that monster might be coming after her,
which is why...
we need to arrange protection for you and for your mom.
Forgive me if I pass.
I just read about how you let a known serial killer
murder a judge and walk away in broad daylight.
It says in here the D.A.
you think Phillip murdered had bodyguards.
From the District Attorney's office, not the L.A.P.D.
I already have my own security detail,
also surveillance everywhere, covering every single one...
Surveillance everywhere? What kind of surveillance?
That's what I'm trying to tell you.
All of my businesses and properties have cameras,
including Abigail's home, so we won't be needing your help.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Cameras?
Oh, bloody hell.
Oh, shit, what kind of cameras?
...they store locally on SD cards in the camera...
Locally. Shit, shit! Locally!
FLYNN: Well, the staff at your mother's house
said there were no cameras.
Because those cameras aren't placed
to monitor them.
Only in her bedroom, actually. Ever hear of elder abuse?
I was having trouble...
Your mother had another visitor yesterday,
someone who claimed he was from her church,
but who we think works with Stroh.
If we can have patrol collect those SD cards...
And the ones from your properties as well.
We need to make sure that you're not
being stalked by the same guy.
Sure. Fat lot of good it's gonna do you, but sure.
BUZZ: This won't be like the restaurant, Chief.
Cameras that don't stream aren't hackable.
No, Buzz Watson. No, they're not.
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
BUZZ: If we get some decent video of him,
we can run it through facial recognition.
This is marked "Abigail's Bedroom,"
and we know he visited with her.
Oh, damn it, no. All this way...
Buzz, put it on the big thingy, please.
The big thingy? The big thingy's mine!
So, what time should I start at?
Okay, Buzz, yeah, yeah, yeah. Yes, yes, yes.
Stall for me.
Her nurse said he came around 11:00.
Come on, come on, come one, come on.
♪♪
Let's go, dirt bag.
Turn around so we can see your face.
Let me fast-forward a little.
Here we go...
No, stop, stop, stop, no, no, no!
Oh, God, no.
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
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Oh.
He looks a little familiar.
Buzz. Buzz. Try it again.
What is that?
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
More importantly...
who is that?
That's no one, Lieutenant Geezer.
[CHUCKLES]
Oh, I'm done.
I'm sorry about what Phillip Stroh's gonna do to Hunt.
It's not my fault, really.
Not my fault.
[LAUGHS]
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