Las Vegas (2003–2008): Season 2, Episode 22 - Letters, Lawyers and Loose Women - full transcript

Hi, Danny.

What's so engrossing
that you couldn't stop
and admire the scenery?

I got a letter from Luis.

Luis.

How's he doing in Iraq?

He says he likes
this desert much better.

Yeah.
When you write back...

tell him I've been
jaywalking.

Yep.
Danny, come up to my office.

All right, I'm on my way.

I'm a little nervous.



It's fine, you just tell them
what you saw,
you'll be in and out.

You tell them the facts.
Why are you nervous?

I don't know.
I don't like
swearing to anything.

I've never been a swearer.

But that's not like...
It's just a deposition.

You say, "Yes, I witnessed
the lowlife steal...
"The what?

The sweat suit.
From the gift shop.
It was $270.

Wait. $270 for
a Montecito sweat suit.
That's the crime.

That's not why I'm nervous,
you guys.

Today is the day.

Wait.
Meet-the-secret-admirer day.

See, I told you,
that's why she's wearing
the sappy necklace.

I told you.

So who's your wingwoman?
I'll do it.



Man. Actually, wingman.
Ed. Noon. Bella Sera.

Yeah, I see. Because of his
pleasant demeanor
and winning way with people.

I think
it's a good idea.

Because in case
Mystery Meat is poor...

or even worse,
not funny...

you can go to the bathroom
and Ed can break his legs.
Got to go.

So smart.

Michael Cannon.

Michael Cannon.
No.

Now what makes you think
I'm gonna ask you
for something?

Because when you just want
to say hello, it's "Hey now"
or "What's up"...

or even the occasional
"Hey, player,"
which I really enjoy.

But when you want something,
especially a favor...

you tend to employ
multiple names.

See,
you're tipping your hand,
Samantha Jane.

I just wanted to
remind you...

that it's
Mother's Day weekend...

see how you're feeling.

Let you know that I have
a client in from out of town.

His wife is coming in...

they're gonna be here
for one day.

He's a little stiff.
He just wants someone
to drive him around.

And I haven't been
a valet for almost a year.

He bores easily.

Well, those with nimble minds
often do.

Take now, for instance.

You're so funny.
Thank you.

And you're an engineer.
He's an engineer.

His name is Mertens,
your name is Michael.

Paul Mertens?

Yeah. You know him?

Let me try to put this
in context for you.

He is the Prada, Gucci,
and Chanel...

of engineers
rolled into one.

He's a serious dork.

Okay, perhaps
a motor tour of our...

city's unique
and ever-evolving...

architectural skyline
would be in order.

Yes, this is so great.

He's a geek, you're a geek.
It's perfect.

I'm gonna ignore that.

Okay.

Okay. $1,200 for the day.

Yeah, or you could just do it
because he's your idol.

Or you could do it for $500.

$750, and it includes
my lecture...

"Hoover Dam:
Concrete, Blood, and Tears."

Done.
Deal.

I'll go grab him.

A letter from Luis.

You know it only takes
four days...

for mail to get here now?
Check that out.

He says, so far it's been
a lot of hurry up and wait.

And it seems like forever
to get his first orders.

Sound familiar?

Well, here he is.
Mr. Mike Cannon...

Mr. Paul Mertens.

Mr. Mertens,
it is an honor.

You're the engineer.

Is it civil or electrical?

Mechanical. Like you, sir.

Where'd you go to school?
MIT.

Grad or undergrad?
Both.

Impressive.
Thank you.

Tell me, Mr. Cannon,
what a man trained in...

a profession governed by
specific laws and rules...

does in a town
that doesn't have any?

Well, excuse me, Sam...

that is a long
and involved story,
Mr. Mertens.

I can't wait to hear it.

I'm gonna let you two
get better acquainted...

and if you need anything,
Mike knows how to reach me.

Thank you, Sam.
Bye.

Now, my wife won't arrive
for a few hours.
Perfect.

I hope you don't mind,
I took the liberty of
putting together a small tour.

I'd like to get a whore.

I'm sorry?

Preferably blond, slender
but buxom, and no implants.

Look at this. This says:

"When you have the time...

"you relive everything
in your head.

"There's something about
an old case...

"that's been bothering me
and I need your help."

Danny, sit down.

What?

Luis has been killed.

No. There's no way.

He's only been there
for a week.

Okay...

I guess I'll call everybody.

I'll make sure
the right people know.

The memorial's tomorrow,
right?

But listen,
just read that part again...

the truck thing.

"I need you to get
a full-sized pickup...

"late '90's model,
Dodge Ram with lift kit...

"off-road tires, a roll bar,
bull bar, lights on top."

Okay, go.

"See if it'll fit through
the drive-thru...

"at the Pronto Burger
on the corner of
Trop and Harmon.

"Let me know
what you find out."

So, who do you want me
to call at Metro?

I think if he
wanted his buddies...

at Metro to check it out...

he'd have written
his buddies at Metro.

Okay, I'm going to need
a little personal time.

You know...

I got a few hours before...

I have to do
this thing for Mary.

You want to go with me?

Yeah.

You don't have to do that.

No, I want to go.

Why?

You're young and emotional.

I'm old and emotional.

I think we need a hamburger.

What do you say?
They're good ones.

Though Las Vegas has
somewhat of an...

"anything goes" reputation...

prostitution is illegal
in Clark County.

Oh, good God, no.

But I understand
there's a legal brothel...

in a town
amusingly called Pahrump.

Right, now this is
75 miles from here.

Which is perfect,
don't you think?

We'll be back just in time
to pick my wife up
from the airport.

Normally, a deposition
takes place at the office of
the lawyer who requested it.

But since this guy
is represented
by a public defender...

we're doing it here
as a courtesy.

All this for a sweat suit
shoplifted from
the gift shop?

Steal anything valued at
over $250 in Nevada...

it's a felony.

If he's convicted,
it could be
this guy's third strike.

You mean,
he could go away for life?

Under
the habitual criminal statute,
it's possible.

Well, then I'm not going.

You have to go.
You've been subpoenaed.

Is he going to be here,
this defendant?

No, just his lawyer,
you, and me.

What if I can't
remember anything?

Mary, they have this on video
from multiple angles.

He's going to get convicted
with you or without you.

You're under oath here.

Let's go in.

Just tell them what you saw
in the simplest way possible.

Big tires, light bar.
This is perfect.

Here you go, Al.
Two for Celine Dion...

tomorrow night, front row.

You ever hear her do
River Deep, Mountain High?

Oh, yeah.

I get goose bumps.

Ed, I appreciate
the tickets and all, but...

this is a quality
pre-owned vehicle
you're borrowing.

I'm still gonna need
some kind of collateral.

Here you go.

You said earlier you had
a "thing" today with Mary.

Yeah.

I know it's to meet the guy
that gave her the necklace.

I just didn't want to say
anything to you...

because I didn't know
if it would make you
uncomfortable.

No. I think it's good
you're going.

No. It's fine.

I wonder what he meant by,
"See if it fits."

Hello?

Welcome to the Kitty Ranch.

Hey.

You guys looking for a party?

I'd like a whore,
please.

I'm sorry, what did you say?

My friend here's
just a little anxious
from the long ride.

I'm not anxious.
I just don't like euphemisms.

Yes, a party.
A special party.

Well,
you came to the right place.

What's this?

It's our menu.

We offer straight,
half and half...

reversed half and half,
two girls...

three girls,
fantasy session, French.

Everything's a la carte.

I'd like to order now.
I'll take sex with her.

Right this way.

Well, that just leaves you.

Oh, no.

It's just a party for one,
thanks.

Don't be nervous, honey.

No, I'm not nervous.

No offense to you ladies,
it's just that...

I wouldn't feel good about
paying for it, you know.

Relax. Loosen up a little.

Maybe ask a girl to dance.

Okay. Dance.

I'm a good dancer, myself.

Ms. Connell...

when you saw Mr. Moya
leaving the gift shop...

was he looking in
any particular direction?

Yes. He was looking
toward the casino.

It looked like he was
searching for a friend,
didn't it?

No, it looked like
he was leaving.

It may have looked that way.

But you don't know that
to be a fact, do you?

No.

You don't really know...

what Mr. Moya's
intentions were...

at all, now do you?

Asked and answered,
Counselor.

Ms. Connell, did you know
that Mr. Moya's friend...

was in the concourse
right outside the gift shop?

I... No.

Then how could you possibly
know that Mr. Moya...

wasn't just leaning
out the door in an attempt...

to show his friend
the sweat suit?

Because it's hard to show
your friend a sweat suit...

when it's shoved down
the front of your pants.

Come on, Danny.
The guy has my Aston Martin.

Yeah. I know.

Thought it was an earthquake
when you hit that sign.

Yeah, sorry about that.

My friend here will
gladly pay for any
damages to that...

No. Look, in the seven years
I've been working here...

somebody bumps into this thing
at least once a year.

Yeah, I've been coming here
since I was a kid.
I should've noticed. Sorry.

Looks like your truck
took the worst of it.

I'll tell you what...

you guys buy
a couple of burgers
and we'll call it even.

Okay.

I see you guys
got some surveillance.

Yeah. Mostly just for
drunks in the alley.

I'm trying to remember,
I think I read something
in the news.

Something big happened here
a while back.

Yeah, about five years ago
the kid working graveyard
at the drive-thru window...

was shot and killed.

No kidding?
Turned out it was
another guy...

who worked here
who did it.

Some kid,
he's named Richie Betts.

Good thing you got it
on tape.

No. They put the camera in
after the shooting.

Ain't that the way
it always works?

Good job, Mary.
Thank you. Bye, Cathy.

Bye-bye.

Goodbye, Ms. Connell.
Bye now.

Mary?

Yeah.

You make that necklace
beautiful.

What?

I'm sorry,
I've never heard anybody...

say something
quite like that before.

Well I should know.
I gave it to you.

Hello?

Look, honey,
I'm running a little behind.

I'll be back in a few minutes.

Do not go down to meet
this admirer without me,
you understand that?

It's okay.

Never mind.

I'm Jake Porter.

Hi.

Okay, Richie Betts
had just finished his shift.

Now the slot in the drop safe
was jammed...

so he knew the register
was full of cash.

Then he went through
the drive-thru like
a regular customer...

took the money
and then shot the cashier.

Come on, Mary,
answer the phone.
Are you listening to me?

Okay, Betts was wearing
a ski mask...

but the victim said
to Luis...

that the shooter
was a co-worker...

just before he died
at the hospital
a little while later.

Go to the right side
of that photo...

all the way to the right,
and then push in.

Isn't that the truck
Luis wrote to you about?

Yeah. That's it.

Okay.

Now take a look and see
if Mary's in the house
somewhere.

Bella Sera.

I told her, "Don't go down
there without me."

Who's that guy?
You know this guy?

Yeah,
I've seen that guy before.

That's the PD that's covering
the gift shop case, no?

Name dial. Levine.

Hi, Ed Deline
for Chief Levine.

Yeah, sure I'll wait.
Thanks.

Get the address
of that house.

I'm gonna go back to Al's,
pick up my car...

then I'll pick you up
downstairs in one hour.

And don't ever ask me
"Am I listening" again, okay?

Alan, who's that young PD
that you sent over here?

It was the day before
Valentine's Day.

And I came here to check out
the gift shop
for the Johnny Moya case.

Where did you see me?

In the casino, leaning against
a slot machine...

holding a clipboard,
fixing your shoe.

And you were smitten.

I knew you were gonna say
things like smitten.

I love smitten.

It's a good word.

The next day was
Valentine's Day...

and I figured if I didn't
take a chance...

I might not ever
get another one.

Your friends are
right behind me, aren't they?

Yeah. Get over here.

This is Delinda, Nessa,
and Sam.

Excuse me, Mary.
Sorry I'm late.

We've been looking
all over for you.

This is my boss, Ed Deline.

He's president of operations
here at the Montecito.

Ed, this is...
Jake Porter.

Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.

First in his class
at Harvard Law.

Spent the last five years...

with the Clark County
public defender's office.

Lives alone.

Actually, I live with Elsa.

She's a German shepherd.

Mr. Porter, so far you've
exceeded my expectations.

Let's just hope
it stays that way.

Bye.

Talk about getting your
pipes cleaned. Did you?

No.

You should have.
You really should have.

I feel absolutely
rejuvenated.

You still have about an hour
before your wife arrives.

Oh, right.

Time for a power nap
and a Silkwood shower.

"Silkwood shower"?

A decontamination shower,
get rid of the whore residue.

Oh, no, Mike.

What?

My ring. My wedding ring.

I lost my... You know what?

I took my wedding ring off

and I put it down
on the nightstand...

Goodness gracious.

The whore must have
pilfered it while I was
otherwise occupied.

You took off your wedding ring
at a cathouse?

You think I'd wear
my wedding ring
with a prostitute?

What kind of a guy
do you think I am?

You're gonna have to
go back and get it.

What about your wife?

I'll get my wife.
You just get the ring.

How do you do?

Hi.
Is this Richie Betts' house?

It's my house.

Right.

We do know he's in prison.

But he did live here,
did he not?

Yes.

Are you his wife?

I'm his sister.

Who are you?

Who is it, Mommy?

Nobody, honey.

We're trying to help out
a friend of ours.

He was the original detective
on the case, he sent a letter.

Luis Perez?

I remember him.

There's some doubt
about the case now.

Is that your truck?

Been mine for six years.
Paid off for two.

Listen, would you remember...

if your brother
used that truck the night
he was arrested?

Yeah. Richie's car broke down.

He borrowed my truck so he
could go to work that night.

Did he tell that
to Detective Perez?

What difference would it make?

Tell Detective Perez
he doesn't need
to think things over...

any more than he already has.

My brother was
a messed up guy...

who could
never get it together.

He killed a man,
even though he probably
didn't mean to.

He had some crappy
court-appointed lawyer,
and now he's in prison.

That's that.

Thank you very much.
Sorry to trouble you.

Do me a favor?

Tell Luis the next time
he has questions...

he can come ask them
in person.

Detective Perez
was serving in Iraq...

and was killed
a few days ago.

Oh, my God.

I'm so sorry.

Me, too.

Has anybody
been in here since?

Maybe a cleaning crew
or something?

After you guys left...

we had to close
the place down for a while.

Your friend was
such a sexual dynamo...

we had to take Aja
to the hospital.

You're kidding.

Of course I'm kidding.

They were done
in about two minutes.

Then her shift was over.
No one's been in here since.

Tina,
I'm in a bit of a pickle.

My friend is
sort of alleging...

that Aja may have
stolen his ring.

My girls may make
a living on their backs...

but they don't steal.

Do you think I could
get her address then?

Maybe just her cell?

Excuse me.

Go fish.

No. No hands.

What if he had
a car stashed?

Well, then how did he get
the truck back
to his sister's place?

Okay.

Maybe he had an accomplice.

The victim said
the shooter was alone.

Nicki Betts said,
"What difference
would it make."

Because no one thought
it would make a difference.

But apparently they're wrong
'cause it does
make a difference...

a big difference.
We proved that.

What if Richie Betts
didn't know the truck
wouldn't make it?

What if nobody knew.

Until Luis figured it out...

on the side of some road
in the middle of Iraq.

If Betts really borrowed
that truck from his sister...

he couldn't have done it.

I think that Nicki Betts
was telling the truth.

Okay.
Hey, Tony.

What's up, Danny?

Did you notice
her reaction...

when you told her
Luis was dead?

I'm telling you,
I guarantee you...

there was something going on
between them.

That doesn't make her a liar.
I didn't say that.

Did you notice this?

Did you know that
Betts' public defender...

was disbarred three years ago
for falling asleep in court?

Not only that, they still
haven't found the gun.

Luis made
a couple of mistakes.

He had a lousy lawyer.

What you haven't got is proof.

I think that Luis
locked up the wrong guy.

Okay, take what you got down
to Metro and let them
check it out.

All right.

The Public Defender
doesn't have
much of a budget...

so we have to do a lot of
the legwork ourselves.

We can blow these up,
use them at trial.

Is this ethical?

A prosecution witness
hanging out with
a defense attorney?

Technically,
I was your secret admirer...

before I knew
that you were a witness.

So as long as
we don't discuss the case...

Off the record?

I wish I could help.

Excuse me.

Hi. What are you doing here?

Luis' memorial is tomorrow.

That the guy?

That's him.

He doesn't seem like
that much of a knucklehead.

Maybe I'll go talk to him.
No. Danny, please.

I'm not going to
make a scene.

Danny McCoy.
Jake Porter.

Nice to meet you.
Nice to meet you.

I'm guessing you're
Mary's ex-fianc?, right?

She mentioned it, did she?

Just a hunch.

That's a pretty firm
handshake.

You're checking me out.

To see if I'm a whack job,
or a dumbass, or worse.

Now that you mention it...

you did just kind of
come out of nowhere.

I'd do the exact same thing
if I were you.

Listen, I've got to
get back to the office.

Mary, thank you
for a wonderful morning.

Of course.
Take it easy.

Okay.

You are unbelievable.
What?

You.
I was nice.

Barely.

Robbery Homicide.

Yes, he's here. I'll...

Hi.

Can I help you?

Yeah, I'm Danny McCoy...

Director of Surveillance
and Security at the Montecito.

I was a friend of
Detective Luis Perez.

I'm sorry about your friend.
I didn't know him personally.

Thank you.

I have some new information
regarding a case cleared...

by Luis five years ago.

You can just set it
on my desk.

Could you stop typing
for just a moment, please?

I don't think
you understand.

I think that they put
the wrong man in prison.

Forgive me if I don't
leap out of my chair...

and dash out to
the scene of the crime
right this second.

I'm just asking you
to take a look. Please.

I will.
But I have 22 open cases.

You bring me
possible new information
on a closed case.

A case your friend,
who I understand was
a very skilled detective...

cleared five years ago.

I'll get to it, Mr. McCoy.
In about six months.

Ed, I talked to the cops.

They won't get into it
for six months.

But they said
they'd look into the case.

Yeah, but six months?
That's not good enough.

You honored
your friend's request.

They said they'd
look into it.

Just come on back.

All right.

I know it sounds crazy...

but I've only felt
remotely like this
once before.

With Danny.

Okay, hold on,
you've known the guy
for five minutes.

So what?

I'm just saying,
you shouldn't start writing...

"Mary Porter" all over
your notebook quite yet.

It feels so good to be excited
about somebody again.

Why do I always have to be
the voice of reason?

What, because Casey Manning
lied to you about
how rich he was...

you gotta rain all over
Mary's love parade?

Okay, first of all,
nobody burns me,
I do the burning.

Second of all, what I'm
trying to say to Mary...

is that if something seems
too good to be true, it is.

Mike, quick,
give me the ring.

I went back to the ranch
and even...

attempted to track down
the party in question...

but so far
I've been unsuccessful.

That pilfering little tart.

All right, you know what?
Let's call the police in.

Mr. Mertens, with police,
come questions.

How long do you think
I can get away with this?

You know what?
I need you to get
a copy made of the ring.

Immediately, all right?

Did you say something, dear?

No, honey,
I think it's just the TV.

All right,
it's four millimeters...

in width...

and 19 millimeters
in diameter...

and it has
a crosshatch pattern...

over a curved surface...

and it is in white gold.

I think we can have
something fabricated...

it might take
a little time.

Great, just hurry.

Mike, I almost forgot.
It has to be engraved.

What would it say?

"To Paul, my one and only."

Danny.

Hey.

Hey, come on in.

This isn't gonna make
a lot of sense...

but I need your help
with something.

Please.

A guy was represented
by your office
about five years ago.

I think I might have
some new evidence in his case.

What was
the defendant's name?

Betts, Richie Betts.

This office
did represent him.

He was convicted
of second degree murder.

Right.

But you could've just Googled
and found that out.

I need to see
the crime scene photos.

Aren't you guys
tight with Metro?

Why not go to them?

Okay.

I just thought
I'd take a chance. Thanks.

Apparently, there's
a surveillance video, too.

I was told that
there wasn't one.

Can you get me
a copy of that?

I could lose my job.

I'm just trying to
help a friend.

I get you the tape...

it ends up
in my boss' mailbox...

along with
an anonymous letter.

Look, Danny,
is this some kind of setup?

It's not, it's...

I don't know
what I was thinking.

I'm sorry to bother you.
Take care.

I can do it
but it's gonna cost you.

All right, well,
it's a wedding band, so what?

A couple hundred bucks?

The pattern, the labor,
I've gotta get my guys
to drop everything else.

Yeah, okay, so?

$2,000. Four hours.

There is no way in...
Allow me, allow me.

Two hours. And we'll trade
the ring for...

a full-comp weekend
for you and your wife.

I live in Vegas.
What do I want
with the Montecito? Sam?

Full-comp weekend for you
and your girlfriend.

You know I'm not
going to tell your wife.

I want a villa.

While we wait, then.

Go get a mochaccino next door.
I'll make it up.

Did you see how I did that?
Yeah.

I'll teach you that
some time.
Yeah.

What's wrong with you?

I'm just a little
bummed about Mertens.

Yeah. Sucks when your idols
turn out to be regular people.

Yeah.

This is why
I keep my expectations low.

That way,
I'm never disappointed.

Got you.
Doesn't that look like Mary's?

Yeah. Hey, Jerry.

Will you tell us
about this necklace?

You like?

It's a 3 karat,
D-flawless diamond
in the center.

Wow.
I made only two.

Sold the other one to
a nice attorney for his girl
on Valentine's Day.

Okay, and how much
does something like this run?

My cost, $20,000.

You don't even
want to talk retail.

Really.

Hey.

Hey.
I got your message.

Good. Look, I was thinking.

If Johnny Moya
stole something...

Mary, we really
can't discuss the case.

Okay.

Hypothetically,
if somebody...

stole something worth
less than $250...

it would be
a misdemeanor, right?

In the State of Nevada,
that's correct.

If he had two other felonies
on his record,
it wouldn't count...

as a third strike, right?

No, it wouldn't,
but it's a moot point.

The sweat suit...

was $270.

On the tag. But...

Hi.
Hi.

Could you scan this for me,
please?

At the register
it's 20% off.

How long has this
been on sale?

It's always on sale.

Thank you.

So, I was thinking,
maybe you could take...

this new evidence
to the DA...

and get the charges reduced.

You just changed
a man's life.

Make it two.

Danny. Some guy dropped this
off at the valet.

It had your name on it.

All right, thanks, Ricky.

Larry, throw that in
Video Six, would you?

Okay.
Ed!

What?

What do you got?

Got the camera
from Pronto Burger
the night of the murder.

I thought they
didn't have one.

They did.

Where'd you get this thing?
I thought Metro
wouldn't help you.

No, I didn't get this
from Metro.

Hey, back it up.
Go to the shot.

Freeze. There you go.

Video IQ can't correct
for the mask.

Push in on the face.

What do you think,
you can colorize the eyes?

Yeah. I mean the computer
can match different shades
of gray with the right...

colors in the spectrum.

Print it.

Mr. Mertens.

Hey, I see lady luck
is at hand.

Yes.

Mike, I'd like you to meet
my wife, Sharon.

Sharon, this is Mike Cannon,
the young man
I've been telling you about.

I understand you're a valet,

a surveillance expert,
and an engineer.

Among other things.
Nice to meet you.

I also understand
you took my boring husband
on an extensive...

geographical tour
of the region.

We did encounter some
interesting formations.

Thank God I missed it.

Yeah.

Great to meet you.
Nice to meet you.

Thanks.
All right.

Hey, how much did
your necklace cost?
It was gift. I didn't ask.

I know you didn't ask.
But you're curious.

No, Sam. I'm not.

Yes, Mary, you are.

You want to know
why a guy who makes
$36,000 a year bought you...

a $20,000 necklace.
Is he on the take?

Is he a drug dealer?
Is he a thief?

The possibilities
are endless.

$20,000?
Wholesale.

I don't know. Maybe he won it
in a raffle, maybe it was
his grandmother's.

Maybe monkeys will
fly out of my butt.
That I'd like to see.

Don't tell me you had him
checked out?

Think about this. Some guy
shows up out of the blue,

falls in love with you
instantly.

Yeah, you bet
your naive local ass
I had him checked out.

Sam, I'd expect this
from Ed, but you?

Mary.

I apologize.
If you don't want to know,
you don't want to know.

I don't want to know.

Cool. You don't want to know.

I do not...
Got it.

...want to know.

Hi.
I want to know.

Jake Marshall Porter,
Harvard Law do-gooder, and
low-paid civil servant is...

sole heir to Porter Holdings.

Conservatively,
he's worth $350 million.

What?

Your new boyfriend
is so loaded.

Can you get some
ketchup for me, honey?

Yeah, you got it.

You guys back for
another double-double?

Why did you lie
about the video, Kenny?

What video?

We saw it,
Mr. Manager, we saw it.

So I made a mistake about
when we got that camera.

They got the guy, right?

The killer had
a ski mask on.

And the victim told Luis...

it was a co-worker
before he died.
Now, you were...

working here that night,
weren't you?

You jammed the drop safe,
Kenny.

You knew the register
was full and you robbed...

and shot that kid
in your car...

and it didn't matter
if you wore a mask because
he could see your eyes.

No,
Richie Betts shot that guy.

No.

Richie Betts had brown eyes.

What?

What are you doing?
What are you looking at?
Here take a look.

Why are you
looking around?

Thanks for babysitting him
till I arrived.

Yeah, Mike managed
to engineer...

some real excitement
this time around.

This was left
for you, sir.

Honey, would you mind
getting that?

Sure.

Two rings.

Whores again?

So here's
the Mother's Day itinerary.

The three of us
will have brunch at 11:00.

Then you go away for a while,
while Mom and I
shop from noon to 4:00...

spa from 4:00 to 5:30,
and nap from 6:00 to 7:00.

Then you'll show up again for
dinner at 8:00 at Mystique.

Sounds great, honey.
Perfect.

Now, all I need
is your credit card
for the shopping.

Daddy, are you listening?

Yeah,
of course I'm listening.

Seems like your boss
is always watching.

You have no idea.

So...

I'm already having
so much fun at dinner.

What are you doing
for lunch tomorrow?

It'll have to be early.
I'm going to a funeral.

Luis Perez? I'm going, too.

You knew Luis?

We all know each other.

The Clark County
justice system is just

one big dysfunctional family.

Hey, Johnny.
What's up?

When did you get out?

Forget about it.
Once you got that charge
reduced to a misdemeanor...

the DA went for time served.
I got out this afternoon.

Mary Connell, Johnny Moya.

Hello, nice to meet you.
Nice to meet you.

Please, sit down.
Thanks.

Mr. Porter told me about
what you did for me...

and I heard him mention
where you were
going to dinner...

so I wanted to meet you
personally to say thanks.

You're welcome.

So, Johnny,
what's the plan?

I'm gonna go back and work
with my brother-in-law...

and stay as far away
from the Montecito
gift shop as possible.

Thanks again.
Yeah.

Hey, man.

You better hope there's less
than $250 in here.

Why don't you try
dating a prosecutor?

They're filing a motion for
Richie's release today.

That's great.

You think he'll be any better
than when he went in?

Five years is a long time.

I know I should be
thanking you.

That's not why I'm here.

Luis' memorial is today.

I got to work.

Call in sick.

It's crazy, right...

falling in love with the cop
who locked up your brother.

I was probably just his little
desert booty call anyway.

Luis wasn't like that.
He was...

Hey.

This must be Justin.

I'm Danny. Nice to meet you.

He looks just like Luis.

Did he know?

I never told Luis.

All right.

You should come.
Both of you.

Aim.

Fire.

Aim.

Fire.

Aim.

Fire.

Present arms.

Left turn.

Forward march.

Please accept this flag on
behalf of a grateful nation.

Come meet your grandma.

Mrs. Perez, I want you to
meet your grandson, Justin.

And Nicki.