L.A.'s Finest

LAPD! Open up!

LAPD!

Wayland James, come out!

Clear!

Clear.

He must have seen Emma when she came to ID him.

He got spooked and took off. But check it.

He wasn't alone.

Looks like he has a lady friend

named Beverly Gamble.

Hello, Beverly.

This family got some damn fine genes.

You said the mom was single, right?

Keep it in your jeans.

So this Wayland James just disappeared?

Yeah, he packed up his shit and emptied out his bank accounts.

What makes you so sure it has to do with Mallory's murder?

You got to be guilty of something serious to take off like that.

So, where'd he run to?

Put out some APBs, but nothing's turned up yet.

Which is why I'm here.

I'm starting to feel like the only time you call me

- is when you need something. - Starting to feel?

Wow. Okay.

So I'm gonna do this for their mother, not you.

If Wayland's left any digital tracks, I'll find them.

You're the best, Fletch.

Okay, enough.

I mean, don't tell them where you're going.

You didn't bring me flowers.

I should thank your brother for sending you here

and finally agreeing to

- to an actual date, so... - This is not a date.

- It's not? - No, this is just dinner.

- We're just hanging out. - That's a date.

No. A, you didn't pick me up.

Nor did you bring me flowers.

Was your last date in the 1950s?

And... I'm not gonna let you pay.

Cheers to that.

Drink your damn wine.

Boom.

Yo.

Okay.

All right, I'll meet you there.

- All good? - Yeah, we...

- We got a body, so I got to... - Go.

I know the drill. Go do your thing, Detective.

What is this? No, we're not doing this.

- You have to take it. - Okay. You know what?

- This is you paying for the drinks... - No.

- Which makes it a date. - It is not a date.

- I look forward to dating you again. - Not a date.

This is, like, seven dollars.

It was just dinner.

Tell me when you get to dessert.

Third dispensary hit in the last two weeks.

We officially have a weed ring.

Or, as I like to call it, a "crop circle."

- Good one, B. - Didn't think I was gonna miss Walker so much.

We've heard of the weed ring.

- How do you know it was them? - Same MO.

Mask, gloves.

Hit the shop right before closing.

Stole weed and cash, but only this time...

They killed someone.

Victim's name is Tommy Nash, 23.

He was shot in the chest during the robbery.

His mom owns the chain of dispensaries.

Receiver on the handgun looks like it came from a 3-D printer.

Ghost gun. No serial number. No way to trace the owner.

His stepdad witnessed the whole thing, he's out with the medics.

This corner. On three.

Mr. Reeves, I'm Detective Burnett. This is Detective McKenna.

Could you please tell us what happened tonight?

My stepson Tommy was closing up for the night.

- Get your hands up! Now! - Put 'em up!

Hands where I can see them! Do it!

Put the cash in the bag!

- Get your hands off of that! - Who the hell is that?

- What about the gun? - Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go!

Let's go! Let's go!

Tommy!

I was supposed to protect him.

You did everything you could.

Most people don't run towards danger, Mr. Reeves.

What you did was very brave.

- We'll be in touch. - Yeah.

All right, Calloway's sending us

all the weed files from Narcotics. It's our case now.

Just feels like we're missing something.

Hey, don't sweat it, Nance. We got this, a'ight?

Did you just call her "Nance"?

Don't abbreviate me, kid.

Hey, you called me and Baines here Sanford and Son

- in front of the whole office. - It's a classic.

- I had to Google it. - That's on you, son.

My God!

That was so fun.

- Man. - When you said "doughnuts,"

I didn't know you meant, like, doughnuts.

I needed this.

- Figured this would cheer you up. - You were right.

Although, you know, I...

Kind of want my bed back.

What? Between... I thought we were great roommates.

- I mean, I... No. - I didn't know it was, like, a burden.

It's good, it's good, it's good. We're good.

I'm just kidding. I'm... I'm gonna move out.

It's just taking me a while, you know?

So, we got to return this sweet car

- back to whoever you borrowed it from. - My garage.

What?

She's mine.

I... I refurbished her myself,

put the new rims on it last night, and...

- Now she's yours. - No.

You raised me, okay? You protected me.

You have been there for me.

This car is for you.

- Nico, it doesn't... - Just... just don't say anything.

You're gonna... You're gonna ruin the moment.

Fair enough.

Thank you.

Let's go get some doughnuts or something, some real doughnuts.

I need some tacos, too.

- On you, of course. - Me?

I thought for sure, since you're in a giving mood

I just want you to feel like you're giving back to me.

Hey, John.

Glad you're feeling better. I'll see you soon.

Syd. Long time no see.

Been busy.

Took your advice and found some friends.

That's good to hear.

My goodness.

So many have recently lost their homes.

The Hwangs over there used to own a bakery on 6th,

before someone burned it down.

Couldn't afford rent anymore.

And Yuri was evicted when her landlord sold the building.

More and more building owners are getting skittish

and selling before property values drop any lower.

Seems people... Don't believe in Korea town anymore.

This is horrible.

Excuse me, Syd.

Hi. How you doing?

- Okay. - Good?

We got some room over here, okay?

I give you the future of Korea town.

We'll transform every block from Western to Vermont

by focusing on the three R's

Restaurants, retail and residences.

We've already got investors lining up to get a piece of this.

Forgive me, Malcolm,

but this is not the reason for our gathering.

- You requested an update. - And instead you're selling.

I'm closing deals ahead of the schedule we agreed to.

Leave us.

The situation has changed.

Korea town’s council seat is up for reelection.

We have an understanding with the incumbent.

But current polls show that his challenger, Vivian Kim, is winning.

If we don't break ground before the election,

this project has no chance.

That's why you hired me in the first place.

Your reputation did precede you.

But that reputation also implied discretion.

My plan is working.

Owners are selling. Sooner or later,

- they'll all get the message. - Sooner or later?

Perhaps the message is not our problem,

but rather the messenger.

I just need more time.

Make an adjustment, or we will.

Hey, our vic's parents just checked in.

McKenna and I are gonna go run the interview.

Copy that. You okay?

Yeah. Why?

Well, for one thing, you knocked first.

That was weird.

I went for a jog in Korea town this morning.

St. Thomas is overrun with transients,

all the people displaced by the arsons and bombings.

- At least they can rebuild. - Yeah, but they're not.

The property owners are selling, and... and...

They're afraid.

And I can't say that I blame them.

Well, we've caught Winslow and Hobbs,

and shut down that app.

Yeah, but we're no closer to figuring out who's behind it all.

You know there's gonna be more lieutenants

and apps and God knows whatever else, and that.

I don't know how much more these people can take.

Korea town’s stronger than you think.

You didn't see what I saw.

Knock, knock.

Hey!

What are you doing here?

Well, your dad and I thought it would be nice