L.A.'s Finest

No, hey! No...

All right, gentlemen, you know the drill.

Two minutes, one call, okay?

Hello? Yeah, it's Clete Winslow.

Can I speak to Ruby, please?

Where is she?

No, no, no, n-no. Where is my daughter?

Hey, hey, hey. That's one call.

- One call, asshole! - Yeah, yeah, sorry.

Don't get up!

Hey, tell 'em I'll talk.

- Arrange it, at the offices. - Let's go, Winslow.

Call the cops. Tell 'em I'll talk, all right?

Those are my terms.

All right, all right, all right.

I want to thank all the donors for being here tonight

on behalf of the California Democratic Party.

A little later this evening, we're also going to hear

from city council candidate Vivian Kim.

Joanna, you look so beautiful tonight.

Bert, Rams are gonna win the Super Bowl.

- Yeah. - I didn't say when,

I just said they're gonna win.

Wow. You look gorgeous.

Thank you.

Can we... Can we step out?

Now?

Yeah.

Sure.

Big speech tonight.

Big donors to impress.

Yeah. You'll be fine. You always are.

What?

It's sad.

We talk like we're strangers.

Patrick, I really don't think that this is the time or place.

It's absolutely the right time

and the place to talk about this.

It's not right.

It's not fair for me to ask you to act like

we're a happily married couple.

Your campaign manager said that,

you know, it's the strategy for you to win, and you want this.

So, I'm fine with it.

No, you're not.

You're not.

And I'm not, either.

It's a lie.

Yeah.

It is.

I think it's time that we give up on us.

For Izzy.

For each other.

I told Izzy I could never leave her.

You're not leaving her.

You're leaving me.

Hey.

Thanks for showing up.

You still take my breath away.

Okay. Geez. Yeah?

You lied. You lied to me.

I thought I could trust you.

Emma...

It's late. What are you doing here?

I'm gonna buzz you up.

No, no, no, no. Wait, wait. Don't go. Come on.

Syd, you know me. I don't like to share.

- No, that-that is not what... - I'll call you.

Why didn't you tell me?

Come...

Okay, you're gonna need to help me here 'cause I don't know

- what you're talking about. - My sister was a prostitute.

She was an escort.

Why didn't you tell me, Syd? You should have told me.

'Cause that's not the way I thought of her.

Were you a client?

Yeah, at first.

- Was she good? Did you enjoy it? - You know what? Stop.

You don't get to judge her.

Neither one of us knows what Jen went through

or-or-or what choices that she had to make.

My God, stop calling Mallory Jen.

That's who she is to me.

Was to me.

I'm sorry, Emma,

that this is so hard for you,

but I'm not gonna apologize for

trying to let you remember your sister

in the very best way.

She's so much more than

how she earned a living.

What happened to her?

She was alive all this time and never came home.

Why?

I'm trying to find that out.

From here on out,

I will tell you everything that I know,

okay?

Hey, Emma, I'm not gonna be able to do breakfast.

Was he a suspect in Mallory's kidnapping?

- Not sure. Let me check. - Okay.

The composite was never identified,

but that's because Goleta Police just never followed up.

Hey, text me, Emma.

I just need to know that you're okay.

We're gonna get through this.

Syd Burnett. This is early for us.

What are you wearing?

Something super sexy.

Hey.

I-I-I'm on the phone.

Fletch, I need you to track a phone.

I just, want to know where it spends its day.

Damn. Lover cheating on you? You deserve better, girl.

No, Fletch, this is about Jen's sister Emma Mitchell.

She's been playing investigator,

and I want to tag along, so to speak.

You are one sneaky lady, Syd.

What'd I say? What'd I say?

Fletch, where are you?

You know what? I'm-I'm not even gonna ask.

I'm-I'm gonna text you the number, okay, Fletch?

At your service, my lady. Okay.

You interrupted a phone call with my girlfriend.

This is called payback.

Emma hasn't respond to my call, and I've texted her twice.

She will.

She asked if the composite was a suspect.

I mean, wouldn't your first question be, "Who is that?"

- You think Emma knows him? - She'll text you back.

Okay, what the hell is going on? You're not even listening.

- Nothing. - Wow.

You just hit me with, like, the angsty teenage girl, "Nothing."

Like, "Hey, what are you two doing up

in your room with the door closed?"

"Nothing." What's up?

What were you doing upstairs with the door closed,

Sydney Gayle Burnett?

Don't use my middle name and don't change the subject.

You're not the boss of me.

Victim is Ricky Leon's cornerman Corey Hearns.

Press is gonna put a big spotlight on this investigation

since the fight is just a day away

and the weigh-in is tonight.

They're gonna push us for answers, and so will the mayor.

So the sooner we have a lead, the better.

Ricky Leon's looking like the poster boy for bad luck.

Yeah, this could be retaliation for everything

that's happening in K-town.

Somebody's trying to send a message.

Which might mean there's more to come.

Let's move on this.

No sign of a break-in, the victim's car is sitting outside,

and no evidence that any other car

or person was here until Ricky arrived.

Well, I mean, that guy obviously didn't hang himself.

It wasn't a suicide, so

I'm just telling you, there's only one set of tire treads in the mud.

Now, the beautiful thing about rain is that

you know when it begins and you know when it ends.

And Hearns got here after the rain stopped.

The coroner says body temp puts his death at about two days ago.

Well, dead guy can't exactly drive a car.

- He was killed somewhere else. - So our killer

took Hearns' car to the facility

with Hearns' corpse inside.

I mean, somebody went to a hell of a lot of trouble

to display that body for Ricky Leon.

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

We'll look into Hearns.

You guys see what you can dig up on the Hummer.

Hey, who's the suit with Ricky?

Maybe we should find out.

Ricky, hold on a second. Where you going?

We still need to ask you a few more questions.

I already said all I had to say.

All right? I walked in and I found him like that.

Anything else, you got to talk to my lawyer.

Come on, man. Don't make this hard.

We're not making any accusations here.

We're just trying to solve your buddy's murder.

You think I don't know how this looks?

First Reuben, then Choi?

Now Hearns is dead.

You know, Ricky found the body.

- Suddenly he's the number one suspect. - Or the next target.

You should really think about canceling your fight.

Well, that's not gonna happen.

If you and your people just do your job,

there's nothing to worry about.

You know what, man?

Maybe we should cancel the fight.

No, Ricky, that's not the answer.

Look around, man.

Everybody around me is dying.

Well, it's not because of the fight.

Whoever's doing this, that's exactly what they want.

For you to miss the chance to defend your title

and win that last belt.

Now, you dreamed about this, Ricky.