"Go around." "Go around!" "What the hell's your problem?" "!" "Go around!" "Shit!" "That's it." "No shot of the car." "Okay, Buzz, turn it off." "Oh." "Distance from point of impact..." "123 feet." "That's a long way to drag someone." "Probably what our victim thought, too." "Chief." "Well, there's no doubt that this is a hit and run, so Traffic will..." "I know it's a hit and run, Lieutenant." "That's why you're here." "Right now, Los Angeles is having something of a war between cars and bikes." "We've become the number-one city in the nation for hit and runs." "Our Traffic division is overwhelmed." "Too few drivers are getting arrested and too many children are being killed." "We have to turn that around." "Starting tonight, the hit-and-run situation has become a major crime." "Tell your captain I'll be keeping up on the progress of this case." "Well, I don't know if it's a major crime, but I can say from experience the car/bike thing is a major problem." "Well, you should've never sold your Prius, and you're gonna learn that the hard way." "All right, Kendall, T.O.D." "An hour ago, tops." "Cause of death could be the massive fracture to the back of the skull or the two tons of automobile that cracked his ribs, maybe piercing a lung." "Or it might be that the pain of having his leg nearly severed from his body induced cardiac arrest." "I... can't say." "It's..." "It's all right, Kendall." "It's, uh... it's all right." "We'll, uh, get the details from Morales." "Sorry if I, uh... two months ago, my teenage cousin was riding his bike on Venice Boulevard and he..." "Excuse me." "All right, uh, Amy, what do we know?" "Our victim is William Sax, 24, USC law student." "Apparently heading home from school when he made a wrong turn under someone's car." "Um, his last text from Cliff." ""This isn't over." "I'll beat your ass."" "Well, we may get Cliff for two charges... vehicular manslaughter and texting while driving." "Tao." "Victim has no driver's license, but he's got a state-issued I.D. card." "Sir, not done yet outside, but the driver never stopped." "No trace of skid marks on the street." "This bike is jacked up." "See here?" "Paint was scraped off." "So when we find the right vehicle, this color's gonna be on it somewhere." "Look at that." "Bright bike, reflectors everywhere, on his helmet and shoes." "He'd have to be hard to miss, even at night." "Either a drunk confused the gas pedal with the brakes, or someone really hates bicycles." "We found this near the impact." "Could be a piece of the vehicle's headlight." "All right, we know that we're standing 30, 40 minutes from USC, so while we finish up here," "Mike, you and Buzz, see if you can figure how our young Mr. William Sax got here tonight." "Maybe his GoPro could tell us." "Or his cell." "Ah." "So, even though he didn't use his phone on the bike," "Will Sax received several alerts from sports apps while he was riding home, allowing us to ping his cell and trace his path." "And it matches with the video, sir." "Mike, how are we doing slowing down the GoPro?" "I should be able to I.D. some vehicle plates in a minute." "Okay." "What else do we know about Will Sax?" "Not much." "No criminal record, no traffic citations, no vehicle registered in his name." "Hmm, imagine that." "Anti-automobile and living in L.A." "Well, he was also studying environmental law." "Maybe he didn't drive to minimize his carbon footprint." "Otherwise, he's on Facebook and Instagram." "Pretty typical millennial." "His relationship status says he's engaged to Indra Kane." "Also a USC law student, and she does have a driver's license." "Address matches the one on the victim's I.D." "Amy, if you could call Lieutenant Provenza and ask him to start the notification process with Ms. Kane." "Yes, ma'am." "Good work, everyone." "If we can solve this hit and run in a couple of days, it is a win for us all." "Yeah, at the risk of irritating everyone, this was a hit, not a hit and run." " What?" " Driver never stopped." "Tapped William twice, scared him onto another street, and followed him around the corner." "No sign of skid marks, so no attempt at braking." "No damage to another vehicle, clean escape." "Too controlled for a drunk driver." "Maybe our victim pissed off some motorist along the way." "Let's not make mountains out of mole hills, Lieutenant." "Andy has some valuable points, Chief." "If there was intent behind this death..." "But don't force it into a murder just because that's what you're used to over here." "Let's keep calling it a hit and run till we can prove otherwise, as risky as that is." "Uh, Buzz, does the victim's fiancée have a Facebook page?" "Uh, right here." "So, what are you thinking?" "It's always the fiancée?" "No, I'm thinking about whether or not" "Indra will be able to help us before she falls apart." "I was on the verge of calling you." "Do you know where Will is?" "Well, um, to that end, Ms. Kane, we really need your help." "We just have a few questions." "Anything, anything." "Please." "What do you want to know?" "Does your fiancé..." "Does Will ride his bike a lot, ma'am?" "Everywhere." "He doesn't have a driver's license." "Now, I know law schools are expensive, but you two seem to be doing fine, though." "Will's family has a little bit of money." "He pays for law school through a fund his parents set up, and both of my parents are doctors." "So, uh, Will's parents have a fund?" "I guess it's called a foundation." "Will's dad's the CFO of a pharmaceutical company and his mom's a broker with a Wall Street firm." "Why is this important?" "Does Will ride home the same way every night, ma'am?" "Yes." "Pretty much." "Does..." "Does he have enemies?" " No, no." " Anybody who didn't like him?" "There's a young man named Cliff." "Did he ever complain..." "Oh, my God." "No, he doesn't complain about Cliff." "They're best friends." "Is Cliff okay?" "What happened?" "Did Will ever mention problems with cars?" "Drivers getting angry at sharing the road with his bike?" "Oh, I-I remember a few days ago," "I think it was last Wednesday." "Yeah, it was last Wednesday." "Will said he felt like this car was following him." "He said he saw it a few times... on Vermont, at school, near here." "Did he mention the type of car it was?" "Maybe." "I don't remember." "I thought he was being paranoid." " Ms. Kane." " No, no." " Sorry to inform you..." " No, don't!" " ...but your fiancé, Will, was..." " No, he's fine." "Look, I need you to stop talking." " ...involved in a..." " Look, I said stop talking!" "No, no." "Have a seat." "It's all right." "No." "Please, stop." " It's okay." " Please." "Oh, my God, no." "Will." "Will." "Will." "Okay." "Here you go." "Wait until you try this." "It's flourless, gluten-free, sugar-free, and only about 80 calories per serving." "And..." "Devoid of any joy relating to cake." "Don't knock it before you've tried it, Louie, especially since Andy made it himself for tonight as we celebrate." "Yes, yes." "Well, uh, thank you, Andy." "Oh, and... and congratulations on your engagement." "I knew you'd get around to it eventually." "Here you go." "This is about the most guilt-free dessert I've ever made." "So?" "What do you think?" "Ye gods." "Captain." "It isn't too late to call the whole thing off." "I mean, no one will think less of you, least of all me." "No." "I really am getting excited about the whole process." "I mean," "Even the difficult moments are extremely rewarding." "Well, Andy, I think your dessert is wonderful, and I've gotten to the place where if I eat anything richer than this," "I'll wake up in the middle of the night and I can't get back to sleep." "And only one of us needs to be doing that." "So, if you'll excuse me." "Honey, where are you going?" "Oh, I'm just gonna get a little fresh air." "Oh, I'm so full." "Napa?" "Your boss is really spreading out." "And he's pretty successful for a 28 year old." "Well, he's just never around when I stop by, so I-I-I looked him up online." "No, I'm not following him." "Don't mind me." "I'm not listening." "Uh, Gus, let me, uh..." "let me call you back." "Okay." "Hey, Lieutenant." "What's up?" "I'm overdosing on weddings." "Even the happy ones, of which there are too few." "That sounds work-related." "It is." "Um, I'll explain." "Usually... n-not always... not the girls who are raped, not the children who are molested, but usually victims are killed for a reason." "They may have made bad decisions, got greedy, stole somebody else's spouse, dealt drugs, but not the kid that we found last night." "No." "Will Sax had no enemies." "Was a straight "A" student." "He..." "He was dedicated to doing good in the world, and to find the body of a young man like that, dragged over 40 yards down a city street..." "Louie?" "Come back inside." "Sharon and Andy want us to help them pick out their wedding invitations." "Ah." "I'm not asking." "Wedding invitations." "You know, I saw one earlier this morning." "Makes me want to jump over this railing." "With your glass half full, a bottle of wine in your hand, and Patrice here to drive you home?" "You're right." "You're right." "How'd you get to know me so well?" "Doesn't look as if the victim had anything to hide." "Will Sax was something of an open book with no bad marks in it." "Well, his Facebook page is free of haters and trolls." "Just lots of likes." "What about his parents, Julio?" "Zora and Fredrick." "We didn't get much out of them, ma'am." "We told her not to, but Will's fiancé called his mom and dad before I got there." "They took it really hard." "I asked them to come in as soon as possible, but since we're not allowed to call it a murder..." "Yes." "What have we discovered, uh, about the vehicle that ran Will off the road?" "Uh, good news, bad news on the headlight piece." "Good news, we know it's an SUV made by either Chevy or GMC between the years 2000 and 2006." "Bad news, that leaves about a couple hundred thousand possibilities in southern California alone." "What about Will's law school?" " Any problems there?" " Maybe, maybe." "I spoke to the Dean." "Will recently interviewed for, and then last Friday, received a clerkship with the 9th District Court of Appeals." "Huh." "That's pretty prestigious." "And USC is a top-20 law school." "Throw in a clerkship for a federal judge," "Will could've joined any law firm he liked, or have kicked off a political career." "And that's motive how?" "The runner-up for that clerkship..." "Will's best friend, Cliff Rainier." "Cliff texted last night that this wasn't over and he was gonna beat Will's ass." "Losing out a clerkship to your best friend?" "It's an unusual motive, but people have killed for less." "Yeah." "Jealousy's my favorite motive." "Well, except for infidelity and greed." "Greed is my favorite, favorite motive." "There were no hard feelings because" "I knew it was going to be Will from the moment he applied." "Not anymore." "No." "Look, losing a good friend is not the right way to get a clerkship." "Poor Indra." "And his parents, it's like a nightmare." "But you'll still take the gig." "You were runner-up." "I was a distant second, I promise." "This kid is really a suspect?" " Why?" " Just happened, right?" " Hold on a moment, Chief." "Just..." " The clerkship, you two were still going back and forth over it, arguing the night he died." "Arguing?" "I wouldn't say that, no." "The night he..." "It's so hard to say this." "The night Will died, we had been studying together." "We went for a drink when we finished, but there was no argument." "Okay." "What were you not arguing about?" "Because the text you sent him afterwards sound heated." ""You backstabbing douche." "This isn't over." " I'll beat your ass."" " That's not an argument?" "No." "No, that's just the way we talk to each other." "Load more texts." "You'll see." "We were just kidding around." " Kidding about what?" " Is this really important in your investigation of an accident?" "Why do you think we read you your rights?" "Are you saying you'd like to remain silent?" "Because that's suspicious." "Or do you want to let us in on the joke?" "Yeah." "You were kidding." "Let's hear the joke." "Prepare to laugh your asses off." "It was on the Judge Holly clerkship thing." "She's big on diversity, and I asked Will if... when he went in for his interview, I asked him if... if he mentioned he was black, and he laughed because we, like, both knew that she already had two white clerks" "and the system sort of requires, you know..." "What system would that be?" " The system." " Quotas." " Like, racial quotas?" " My least favorite motive." "There's no racial quotas." "Look, you're a lot older, and Will and I, we didn't look at race the same way the older generation does." "Uh-huh." "So, where did your "douche bag" and "I'll beat your ass"" "come from if it was all just fun and games?" "Your question is not pertinent to a hit and run." "Oh, it's pertinent." "Right after you sent this text to Will, he was mowed over and dragged 40 yards down a street." "What I said had nothing to do with that." "If it was all okay, then tell us the rest of your funny conversation about the clerkship." "Fine." "I said Will should start a movement saying Black Jobs Matter, which was a joke because we both interned for Judge Holly that summer." "She knew us, me especially, my family." "Do you want me to go on?" "Please." "This is hilarious." "And then I told him he had middle-class white boy eyes, and he said he wasn't really middle class because his family's, like, loaded." "And I asked him what country club he belonged to if he was so rich, and how come I beat him at golf last week?" "And he said his golf game was usually way better than mine, and that's what the texts were about, okay?" "Golf!" "And if you want to know why Will really got the clerkship, it's probably because he wrote this insanely good, very personal essay!" "I didn't read it, but Judge Holly told him that was a deal clincher, and I believe her!" "So, does he think that he lost out on the clerkship because of race or not?" "Or does why he lost matter?" "I mean, however you slice it, he didn't get the job." "Screw the clerkship!" "Who cares about it now?" "It was an accident." "You're looking for someone to blame, try the driver!" "Or look in the mirror." "What a great job the LAPD's doing right now protecting our streets." "Am I under arrest?" "Am I?" "Anything about this kid screaming murder?" "Because I-I don't hear it." "It will take longer than you want, Chief, but I think that we need to appeal to a federal judge." "I can't tell you how deeply saddened I was to hear about this." "William Sax was an extraordinary young man." "If you came to me 30 years from now and asked about Will Sax, Supreme Court Justice," "I would not bat an eye." "What do you know about his friends?" "Like Cliff Rainier." "We understand that both boys interned for you." "Uh, how was Cliff's relationship with Will?" "They were exceptionally close." "In another era, they might've started a firm together." "And yet you picked Will Sax to clerk, not Cliff." "I did." "I've known Cliff since he was a child." "He's a wonderful young man." "Funny, entertaining, maybe going to be richer than all of us." "But he's not Will Sax." "Not as smart?" "Not a natural?" "No." "Cliff is every bit of that and more." "But like a lot of other young people," "Cliff is mainly interested in Cliff." "Will had a genuine desire to serve... feeding the homeless, mentoring at-risk boys, Habitat for Humanity." "You name it, Will did it." "And his essay." "The essay he wrote..." "The attendant irony is staggering." "What irony?" "That he died in a kind of car accident." "That's ironic how?" "Because it was also a car accident that altered Will's life." "I actually suggested he get the story published or posted because it provided such a... a great example of how one could turn trauma and guilt..." "I-I'm sorry." "What... accident are you talking about?" "Oh." "You don't know?" "Know what?" "When he was 16 years old," "Will Sax ran over another teenage boy and killed him." "Louie." "What's the matter?" "What makes you think anything's the matter?" "You haven't turned on the television, you're not complaining about putting stamps on those envelopes for Sharon and Andy, and you haven't even taken so much as a sip of your wine." "So come on." "What's up?" "Well, I think that I need to quit my job." "Yeah, right." "I'm serious, Patrice." "I'm going to retire." "Maybe next week." "Is it this case?" "It's this kid." "Everybody loved him." "He was smart, he was driven." "He was just picked for a clerkship to a federal judge, and then as it turns out, that choice was based on an essay that our golden boy completely fabricated with a story about running over an 18-year-old kid" "and killing him." "Are you sure that he lied?" "We spent hours trying to track down this so-called accident because the supposed victim was also young, and revenge finally... finally, revenge might have given some sense to this senselessness." "But his fiancée, she had never heard about Will running over anyone." "His best friend had never heard about it, and Will Sax's name appeared not one time on one accident report over the last 10 years." "Well what do his parents say?" "Well, they were too devastated to come in the next day, and because we had publicly stated it was a hit and run, we have to wait until they're emotionally strong enough to talk." "And..." "And?" "Well, there's going to be someone new as the Assistant Chief of the LAPD, and if it's not Sharon Raydor," "Major Crimes could just go away." "If it is Raydor, who's gonna replace her?" "Well, maybe it'll be you." "Not me." "Not as a lieutenant." "Although, Cooper's a lieutenant and he runs SIS." "Or maybe they'll make you a captain." "Oh, God, I don't want to be a captain." "All those extra damn meetings." "No, I think just listening to people call me Captain instead of Lieutenant would be like... would be like changing my name." "It wasn't an easy process or a quick one either." "It took three months for all the paperwork to go through, and meanwhile, we were just trying to deal," "God, with everything." "What was everything?" "Keeping our old credit rating while trying to sell our house in the Palisades and buy a new one in Pasadena." "Getting our medical records synched up and coping with... our son's trauma." "It was like, to a certain extent, living in the, uh, witness protection program." "Here, Zora." "Would you mind telling us Will's name before the accident..." " How old he was." " ...and how old he was." "Ye gods." "They're becoming telepathic." "His name was Malik." "M-a-l-i-k." "Malik Jacob Lewis." "He was, uh, just 16 1/2 years old." "I'm curious." "Lots of people have accidents and keep their name, but you found it necessary to change yours." "Why?" "To avoid the scrutiny that would follow Will his whole life." "One Google search is all it would take to bring up the news stories," "and... we thought the whole experience was..." "What happened to that, uh, that boy Will ran over, that was terrible." "But it was not our son's fault." "And he was absolved of any criminal or civil blame?" "I mean, there was no trials or..." "Nothing." "It was clearly the other boy's mistake." "Hey, here we go, Lieutenant." "April 20, 2009." "Malik Lewis was involved in a one-car accident with a parked vehicle that resulted in a fatality." "Looking for a victim, sir." "Okay." "Make sure that the Captain gets" " the full SCID report on this accident." " I'm on it, sir." "Will often went to the boy's grave with flowers." "And he prayed there sometimes." "Our son dedicated his life to what was essentially an act of penance for the death of that other boy." "Well, looks like revenge is suddenly back on the board." "Revenge has always been my favorite motive." "We did everything we could to protect him." "It's just unbelievable that he could die in an accident like this." "It's just unbelievable." "Yes, it is." "Malik Lewis was a junior at Andrews Prep in Santa Monica." "Great grades, debate team, baseball, girlfriend." "Was a pretty happy kid." "And then one day driving home from school," "Malik Lewis swerved to avoid hitting an 18-year-old kid," "Kevin Harris, chasing a Frisbee into the street." "Now, Malik's reflexes weren't so quick." "He ended up slamming Harris into a parked car, smashing him between his BMW and another vehicle, sir." "Sorry I'm late." "Uh, did you find the old autopsy we were looking for?" "Thank you." "And I also have the PET color scan to go with it." "Kind of gruesome." "Where are you?" "Uh, where Kevin Harris was held in place between two cars." "And Malik Lewis jumped out of his vehicle and stood face to face with Kevin Harris for a few minutes as he died." "Firefighters and paramedics arrived to free Harris, but they were too late, sir." "He might as well have died on impact." "Kevin was almost in two pieces." "Uh, shattered his spleen, two broken vertebra, ruptured liver." "He talked briefly with one of the EMTs, whose tears you can see on his report." "You did the autopsy?" "Yes, but it wasn't a big mystery." "There was the physical evidence and the witnesses, and the hardest thing was taking him into the viewing room for his I.D., which the mother demanded." "Couldn't believe what had happened." "The two officers from Traffic said it was one of the hardest notifications they'd ever done, and they don't do anything but notify people every day." "What a horrible job." "Can't think why anyone would want it." "And now we get to the connection." "Kevin Harris' mom, Joanne Harris..." "Owns a framing shop on the Westside." "Address shows she hasn't moved since the accident." "And she has two vehicles registered to her name." "One is a 2006 Chevy Tahoe." "Which fits the make of the headlight piece." "And you think all this gives you a warrant?" "We already have one." "But we may not need to use it." "Great." "Terrific." "I release a statement saying we were going after hit and runs more seriously." "We are." "Much more seriously." "We're sorry to bother you, Mrs. Harris." "I know it's rather late in the day to drop by unannounced." "No, you're not interrupting anything at all." "You said that this is a follow-up to the death of my son?" "Fairly routine." "We're reviewing old cases to determine if procedure was followed to the letter." "Your son's file was high on the list." "Even though no one was arrested?" "Especially because no one was arrested." "That's a handsome young man." "Yes, he was." "W-Would you like to see his room?" "He was planning on being a magician." "He was already working the children's birthday parties." "He loved little kids." "I come in here whenever I want to spend time with him." "Nothing much, sir." "A brand-new Toyota parked at the curb." "It's registered to her." "No sign of the Tahoe." "I wonder why." "Oil stain on the driveway, like someone normally parks there." "Probably didn't come from her brand-new car." "Mama Harris." "What did you do?" "He was preparing for his very first magic show with people from the Magic Castle coming to see him." "Two days before he died." "Run down in the street by some careless driver." "I'm so sorry." "Accidents happen." "They happen, and as time goes by, we move on." "That's what everybody said." "But everybody was wrong." "Because when you lose a child... time does not go by." "It just comes to a dead halt." "You said the driver who ran over your son was careless." "Of course." "How else could it have happened?" "But he wasn't prosecuted." "No." "No." "You people and the insurance company said that the boy wasn't liable." "So his parents picked him up in their Porsche SUV and drove him off." "And I guess he just went on with his life." "She's still in a great deal of pain." "But capable of killing someone?" "I don't know." "Her Tahoe was missing, and it fits with the headlight." "If she used it to murder Will, sir, she could be getting body work done." "Too bad we can't just ask her who her mechanic is." "Maybe we won't have to." "Show off." "It's more fun when you got a court order giving you permission." "Don't tell Patrice." "No offense, Lieutenant, but that anchovy and garlic smell..." "Hey, this is a stakeout tradition, Buzz." "Anchovies, garlic." "Mmm." "Keeps you up." "Oh, Lieutenant." "How'd you catch the night shift?" "Oh, well, Tao is headed to, uh, his Hollywood job." "Going on location." "And Sanchez, well, he likes to tuck the kid in at night." "Little Mark." "Think this'll work?" "Sure, why not?" "She'll come out in the morning, she'll see her car has been vandalized." "She'll go to the repairman, we'll find the other car, and presto change-o," "Captain Sharon Raydor is the new Assistant Chief." "Okay, mark this day, people." "This could be the end of an era." "My last stakeout pizza ever." "Mmm." "Mmm." "Oh, is, uh, that about Stroh?" "Fritz gave it to me." "It's another connection." "First his sixth-grade science teacher gets electrocuted in Pittsburgh, and then his high-school girlfriend is found drowned in her backyard pool, and now an ex-professor from Ann Arbor seems to have shot himself." "Lots of people who knew Stroh have probably died." "Why would he come back here?" "Just to settle old scores?" "Are you seriously worried?" "Fritz is." "And as far as assigning rational motives to Stroh's behavior, he's psychotic, Andy and we know he carries a grudge." "I don't think I look my age." "Maybe I should grow a goatee." "Yeah, but how many years would that take?" "Probably two if I started right now." "Oh, um, Wes and Hobbs nailed another defendant in court the other day." "You guys would've been really proud of them." "What, do I look weird?" "My..." "My hair, it feels funny today." "No, I'm just thinking you're almost 21 and how grown up you are." "Well, I-I know you don't want the job, but, um, good luck with your interview today, Mom." "Thank you." "You going down?" "I'll go with you." "Andy." "Yeah, I'll grab my car in just a second." "I have a few more things I need to take care of before I leave." "Okay, here we go." "Wake up, Sykes." " About to have some action." " I'm up." "All right." "Okay." "Now, with any luck, she'll drive us straight to the murder weapon, and we'll be eating omelettes in an hour." "Come on." "So, ready for your turn under the heat lamp?" "As ready as I'll ever be." "Give you a little tip." "Chief's gonna ask what you see is the biggest problem confronting the future of the LAPD, but..." " it's a trick question." " Oh?" "You may want to say terrorism, you may want to say cyber attacks, but that's all bullshit." "What he wants to know really is what's your biggest problem with the way the department's organized." "What would Sharon Raydor do differently than Russell Taylor as Assistant Chief of Operations?" "Are you sure that's what they want, or is that just what you did?" "No, I talked about terrorism and cyber stuff." "And they reminded me that we have whole divisions devoted to that and asked how I would deploy them." "So skip my mistake and explain your process and concentrate on how the LAPD needs a leader in that office." " Such as you." " Or you." "Hey, I'm really young." "And really ambitious." "I'm not saying otherwise, Captain, but I can wait." "And I like my life the way it is, you know?" "Yeah, I do." "I really do." "Okay, we have progress." "Good morning, Lieutenant." " She's on the move, Captain." " Very good." "Bring everyone in carefully." "We don't want to spook her." "I'll meet you as agreed." "Ms. Harris, stay right where you are." "Sir." "Lieutenant, got it." "Is this your car, ma'am?" "Why?" "What does it matter?" "LAPD." "You need to come with us." " You have the right..." " Captain, they're on their way." "Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law." "Can you put the wheels back on, lower the car, please?" " I'm not done with it." " Yes, you are." "Have you heard and understood these rights as they have been read to you?" "Where are we going?" "To the scene of an accident, ma'am." "Thank you." "Mrs. Harris, I'm Captain Sharon Raydor." "I see these fresh flowers." "Did you place them here recently for Kevin?" "I'm not going to ask you because I already know why you ran Will Sax down." "We all understand." "What I can't figure out is how you were able to locate him." "Mrs. Harris, we're seriously good detectives, but we didn't find out that Malik Lewis and his whole family had changed their names until his mom and dad told us." "But somehow, some way, you were able to find him." "Is that correct?" "No." "He found me." "To say that, "I'm so sorry your son is dead."" "That's what Malik wrote to me in his letter." "Will wrote you, ma'am?" "To apologize." "To say that he..." "say that he grieved with me." "That he thought about Kevin every day." "And that how the last words that he shared with Kevin... were going to transform his life forever." "That's... that's what my son died for." "Malik's transformation into Will Sax, the hero." "How did you know he was a hero?" "I found him on Facebook." "You know, I got all caught up in his life." "He was about to clerk for a federal judge." "He was engaged to be married." "He had such a bright future." "But there was no mention of Kevin." "Not a word." "No account anywhere of the so-called transformational sacrifice that my son made on his behalf." "So much for thinking about my little boy every day." "You might find it strange that I just couldn't let it go, that I needed to even the scales." "No." "No, no, I don't." "I don't find it strange." "I find it instructive." "So, you can call it murder if you'd like." "I call it justice, and I think a jury will agree with me." "Well, we will certainly help you test your theory." "Ma'am, you're under arrest for the murder of Will Sax." "There is no such person." "Found the letter Will wrote to Kevin's mother, plus I dropped off her computer at cyber." "History showed she must've spent hours tracking him online for the past month." "Tons of photos of Will synched from her phone." "You put that together with the Tahoe..." "Phew." "I wonder if she'll still feel good about killing Will Sax the day her trial starts." "Or the day she dies in prison." "If she even makes it that far." "To me, she looked like someone ready to call it quits." "Well, better late than never." "If you'll excuse me." "Yes." "Captain, you have a second?" "Uh, one, Lieutenant." "Is there a problem?" "Oh, no." "The case looks good, as do you, by the way." "You look like a winner." "Hope you save the department from Winnie Davis." "If it wasn't for Winnie," "I wouldn't be going in this interview, but if there have to be changes around here, then..." "Well, yes." "There has to be change." "Which is why I..." "For example, what if the unimaginable happened and I was to become Assistant Chief?" "Well, Captain, that's..." "that's not unimaginable at all." "Well, then there would be this 16x22-foot office that would need redesigning to match your promotion." "Oh, don't worry, I'm sure that Patrice will help you out." "Oh, yeah." "She would." "Well..." "Thank you, Captain." "I am deeply appreciative." "I mean..." "I mean..." "I am very, very glad to have so much of your confidence." "And my affection, Lieutenant." "Whether you want it or not." "Look around, Louie." "I've always loved the view."