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You killed my ex-wife.

But you're not gonna

kill my daughter.

Your daughter?

Sh*t!

We are f***ed by the same man.

What are you talking about?

Stuart St. John.

First, he gets me

to kill your wife...

then you.

And when that doesn't work...

he pushes you to kill me, no?

Either way, he wins.

Your wife was just

part of a business deal...

like many before her.

It is my turn to lose the game.

Finish me!

Finish me.

I deserve it.

Yes.

You do.

Dad?

Listen.

- Dad?

- What is it, Kim?

No!

Ahhh!

Sam! Sam!

Kim.

Come on. Let's go.

Come on. Move.

Kim!

Get in the car!

Let's go, come on!

Where are we going?

Get in the car.

He's still alive.

Let's get a medic in here...

ASAP! Medic!

Inspector!

Yeah?

The elevator!

Dotzler, it's Smith.

We're in Malankov's building.

I think, uh, Mills is here.

Really?

Yeah. We're gonna check

the apartment now.

Sh*t!

Hey! Can you move?

Back it up.

Back it up.

All right, let's go.

Everybody in.

Come on!

Let's go!

This guy's still warm.

We got a good chance

he's still in the building.

Call downstairs, lock it up.

Nobody in, nobody out.

Lock it up.

Nobody in, nobody out.

"Text from your phone

asking Mom to meet you...

"at the Rancho Berrego

the night she died.

"Someone used your phone?"

Call Dotzler!

Santa Monica Aviation.

This is Mr. St. John.

I'll be there in 15 minutes.

Get the plane ready.

It'll be ready.

Why are you doing this?

Because your father

and his friends

are homicidal maniacs.

You're a lying piece of sh*t.

Shut up.

You killed her! I know...

You shut up!

Shut up!

Brooks.

I want the full work-up

on a black Porsche,

license plate number

6-8-9-M-J-C-6.

Okay.

Connect me to the Porsche

phone and trace it.

All right.

I need a run on

a California plate

6-8-9-Mary-Jane-Charlie-6.

I need a phone, too.

Pick up the phone.

Black Porsche's

phone position received.

Heading west.

Yes?

Listen, Mr. Mills.

It's Dotzler.

I've started to piece

this thing together.

There's two

life insurance policies.

One for St. John,

one for your ex-wife.

You understand?

Stuart owed money

to these Russians.

A lot of it.

The ones who abducted her.

Then they took her to my place

and killed her to

keep me out of the way.

I need you to step back...

and allow me to handle this.

I got it.

What's your first

priority here, Inspector?

To arrest St. John

and charge him

with your ex-wife's murder.

My first priority

is my daughter.

Get out of the car.

Come on, let's go.

Go!

Okay, we're leaving now.

Come on, let's go.

Yes, sir!

Approaching Runway Two.

Ready for takeoff.

Come on, guys.

Let's go.

Requesting

permission for takeoff.

We got a visual on the Porsche.

He's heading to

Santa Monica airport.

I want all units in the area

of the Santa Monica airport...

to be on the lookout

for a black Porsche.

No.

Let's go!

- Come on!

- We don't have enough speed!

Let's go!

Give me the goddamn gun!

Give me the goddamn gun!

I'll shoot you in the head!

Shut up!

Very smart...

playing me off

against the Russian.

Coming over for coffee.

Taking my phone,

sending texts and then erasing them.

So that your pals...

could plant Lenore's body...

and make it look

as if I killed her.

All your problems solved.

All your worries over.

But it didn't quite

work out that way.

Oh, listen, Bryan.

They're coming.

You can't kill me now.

Oh, yeah?

Dad...

I know you know

a lot of people...

and with a good lawyer,

you'll get out of jail

in a few years.

And then I'll come for you.

I'll find you.

And we both know

what's gonna happen.

I knew from the beginning.

It was the bagels.

They were warm.

I had to ask myself...

what kind of guy

goes out for warm bagels...

and comes back

and commits murder?

So, I compared the timestamps

to the deleted texts...

that you downloaded

from our computers.

Which, by the way, is illegal,

and I could arrest you for it.

I could. But it's got me.

And I was able to figure it out.

She was leaving him.

He needed the insurance money

to pay Malankov.

You didn't help us out

by escaping, you know.

He figured, what better way

to get rid of Malankov and

keep the insurance money...

than by getting me

to kill the guy

who would kill him...

because it was the only way

to keep my daughter safe.

Almost worked.

Almost.

So, are we done, Inspector?

Of course.

Of course we're done.

We're done.

Could you, um,

just stay in town

for the next month or so...

just in case I have any

other questions for you?

Sure.

Now, you two.

I've thought

about this all night.

It's a very important choice.

Whatever you decide...

the two of you, together...

I'll support you 100%.

And I know your mom would have

said the same thing, too.

Tell him.

Dad...

we've been talking.

We thought that...

if it's a girl...

we'd like to name her after mom.

She'd like that very much, Kim.

Hot nights coming

Keep the car running

Lavender fingers

Swallow my pollen

Gold, I swam into your spell

On the rite of God we fell

You were plush and I laid bare

You had me howling

Cold, I fell into your skin

On the night

you led me under your sin

You had me howling

You had me howling

Golden siren

Under-exposing

Come lay your weakness down

On the floor in the backseat

Gold, I swam into your spell

On the rite of God we fell

You were plush and I laid bare

You had me howling

Cold, I fell into your skin

On the night

you led me under your sin

You had me howling

You had me howling

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