L.A.'s Finest

That's enough!

Decker.

I'm gonna find out what you know about Jen Striker.

That name means nothing to me.

Good night, Detective.

I cannot believe you went after the mayor like that.

And then picking a fight with his muscle?

That thug started it when he threw me out of the restaurant.

And that...

Is a shit-ton of money.

Right? And guess where I found it.

In this bag, in her closet.

Hidden in plain sight.

Isn't that where a young Nancy Perez

used to hide her ill-gotten gains... In her closet?

No. Please don't go there.

So, we were thinking that she was doing

the whole... Camgirl thing.

And this is hard evidence that we were right.

Izzy could basically be performing for guys like Calvin from freakin' Fresno,

on his mom's couch with a bag of freakin' Funyuns.

Not Funyuns.

Watching the Izzy show.

Every night. That's happening.

God. It's nauseating.

Yep. She has figured out how to low-key

cash checks or-or money transfers

or however... To hide all this.

What you're saying is,

little Izzy Pablo Escobar is a better criminal than you ever were?

Fascinating. God.

Did you tell Patrick about all of this?

No. Not exactly a conversation you have over the phone.

Okay. So, next steps.

We need to image her laptop

and track her comments.

What do we do... Go to the LAPD cybersecurity and ask them to hack

into the D.A.'s daughter's laptop?

No. We ask Fletcher.

No. Fletcher is at a yoga retreat in Mexico City.

But I do believe that he left

some of his equipment at the bar. Maybe...

Throwing it out there...

We could do the job.

We could do this.

Can I see that face?

It's bad? Sexy.

I just can't believe you, of all people,

couldn't charm the truth out of Mayor Garrison.

Kind of disappointed in you.

Shut up.

You don't really think the mayor of LA killed Jen, do you?

I think his reaction was too big.

He knows something, and I would be willing to bet money

that he's the one that has Jen's black pearl necklace.

So I guess we have to figure out who he's hanging out with

and where he's been, who he's talking to.

Wha... What are you gonna do?

I'll do what any...

Reasonably-trained detective would do

with a bag of peas on her face at a time like this.

I'm-a steal his phone.

Somehow I feel like this involves me.

Think of it as returning to your roots.

Rude.

Reuben, Choi, and our suspect's lair of guns and ammo.

You do know we have computers to do all this,

so you don't have to waste all my tape, right?

Yeah, but when you use the tape you can actually feel the clues.

There is literally nothing new up there.

You got to use the wall, youngster.

Do you know what my batting average is

on closing cases that make the wall?

No, I do not.

90%, baby. Okay, first of all,

it'd be a .900 batting average, not 90%.

And second of all, nobody has a .900 batting average.

And if they did, they would be Hall of Fame. Three times.

Morning, guys. Wow.

Morning. The wall. Nice.

See? She gets it.

Old school. Emphasis on "old."

I'm actually retro.

So where are you guys at with hunting down our K-town bomber?

Nowhere new. Close.

Okay.

Are y'all up for a little covert operation?

Anything to get me away from this wall.

Great. All right, we're gonna start

with tracking down the mayor's afternoon schedule.

All right.

Did she say "mayor"?

She makes me nervous.

Yes, sir, Mr. Mayor.

It's on the schedule for tomorrow.

Okay. We will be there.

Yep. No problem. Bye-bye.

Sir, are you all right?

Eugene!

Eugene, my boss! Eugene!

I feel like there's an elephant sitting

on my chest. No.

- Try to take it easy. - Delroy!

It's all right. Delroy! Delroy, your father!

Delroy! We need a paramedic!

It's all right. Come on.

Somebody call 911!

- Is anyone a doctor? - I'm calling 911!

I'm calling 911! GARRISON: Try to take it easy.

Try to take it easy.

Really, he's in a bad way!

He might be having a heart attack!

We're, here at, Where-where are we?

Casa Rancheria.

Wh-What? Hotel Casa Rancheria.

Good, good. Casa Rancheria! And-and my boss

is-is not doing well.

Your guys, the mayor of LA is helping my boss

and I think he's having a, a heart attack. Gosh...

I told him not to eat so much butter.

Where are we? I told him don't eat so much butter!

Sure about this? 'Cause we just stole Mayor Garrison's phone.

You said you wanted to get away from the wall.

Look, I want to find Jen's killer,

I just don't want to get arrested for petty theft

in the process. We're solving a murder, okay?

We'll do whatever it takes.

How they doing?

Should be fine. We just got to hurry up,

or else Baines is gonna start singing Father Figure.

You steal this UFED from the crime lab?

Tut-tut-tut. Tut. Borrowed.

Borrowed, Walker, borrowed.

McKenna's a pro.

She'll keep everybody occupied.

Ay, dios mio, Delroy!

Where is that paramedic?

They put me on hold.

They put you on what?

Excuse me, sir. What kind of city

are you running here, mister?

I should've listened when everybody told me not to hire family.

How you feeling now?

I was always hoping to meet you when,

when I was getting the key to the city or something,

Not dying in front of you.

Come on, come on, come on, come on.

We may get you that key yet. Okay.

Delroy!

Almost.

Maybe we should move him inside,

No. No!

The-the... The paramedics said to keep him here.

All right, let's find an AED, maybe we have to shock him.

I'll call the front desk. No!

Why would you shock him? He has a pulse, you could kill the man!

What sense does that make? Okay.

Syd. Almost.

Okay. Go. Go.

I still got it.

My chest! GARRISON: Try to take it easy.

He taught me how to be a man.

I'm the hotel doctor, maybe I can help.

Great, great. Come on.

Hey, yeah, you got a Xanax

for Delroy over here?

You know what, I-I don't think it was a heart attack.

I think it was just angina. Angina?

Yeah, angina. Angina.

Angina? NANCY: Angina?

In the leg?

He's got angina!

Angina, no! Angina?

My God...

Heartburn? Yeah.

I'm sorry I panicked. Mayor?

You have been just a real peach.

You are a hero. A national treasure.

Everyone, let's give the mayor a hand!

Thank you...

Wow. Let's take him back...

The mayor of LA, ladies and gentlemen.

He saved my boss' life.

- You saved... You saved Eugene's leg! - And thank the nurse.

- And thank the nurse, too. - I'm a doctor.

Thanks for the assist, guys.

Anything on the mayor's phone?

A lot of scheduling e-mails.

And gym selfies.

Nothing useful, though.

You had me lying on the sidewalk for nothing?

Well... Wait, no,

maybe not.

Is that Jen?

Somebody sent that photo to Garrison from a blocked number.

But check the message that's attached.

It's blackmail.

That must have been why Garrison was acting shady.

He was worried about being exposed.

What, having sex with escorts