Major Crimes (2012–2018): Season 2, Episode 12 - Pick Your Poison - full transcript

Client requesting
medical assistance

at 1459 South Laurel.

Major Crimes 02x12
Pick Your Poison
Originally Aired on November 25, 2013

She's not answering her phone.

911.
What's your emergency?

This is Southland Medical Alert
on Fairfax.

We have an unresponsive
86-year-old client

with a heart condition.

Send an ambulance A.S.A.P.
to 1459 South Laurel.

Patient's name is Pushkin...

P-u-s-h-k-i-n.
S-h-k-i-n.



86 years old with a heart
condition and hypertension.

Repeat. Be advised.

We have not
been able to establish contact.

Don't move. Don't move.

Oh, my God.

Signs of a struggle.

More like signs of a party,
lieutenant.

Probably an overdose.

Buzz, memorialize everything

in case we have to go
after the drug dealer.

- Is the old lady okay?
- Yes, Buzz.

She, uh,
doesn't speak much English,

but I think she said
she heard noises

and she woke up
to check on her grandkids.



Both these boys
are her grandkids?

Yes, sir.

Ye gods.

She passed out from the shock,

and she clocked her head
on the table.

Ergo, the bloody mess.

Well, somewhere in there,
grandma must have pressed

the alert-the-troops thingumajig
around her neck.

That's her med-alert button...
Very common among seniors.

God, how I hate that word.

All right, let's try to identify
our victims.

Holy crap. They're Russians.
Excuse me?

The victims just popped up
on the state department

student visa registry.

Konstantin
and Alexander Pushkin...

15 and 17.

Foreign nationals.

From Novosibirsk
or something...

Not far from
the Kazakhstan border.

Well, that's just what we need.

Are they muslims, too?

Could be.

I haven't seen any Korans
or prayer rugs around.

Well, no crosses
or Jesus stuff, either.

Also, no needle marks.

Maybe they snorted their party.

Whatever they ingested

caused seizures
and internal bleeding.

What kind of
recreational drugs do that?

I don't know.
Let me think.

Let's take this to the lab
and find out.

Oh, detective!
Don't touch that.

Back away. Back away!
Could be poison.

- Excuse me?
- Do you need a hearing aid, Flynn?

- He said it could be poison.
- What kind of poison?!

The kind that leaves people
looking like that!

Sorry to drag you in so early.

Russian boys
and a suspicious white powder?

You didn't drag me anywhere.
Do we know anything yet?

- Dr. Morales?
- One second.

Let me just
get rid of these gloves.

What is this?
"Charlie's Angels"?

Let's just step out
into the hallway, shall we?

I've notified
the Russian Consulate.

Would you like me to contact
Homeland Security, as well?

My preliminary opinion

is that we're looking
at a bad batch of drugs.

So, no, let's not make it
a Federal case just yet.

- What kind of drugs?
- Uh, street name's "Molly."

That's powdered ecstasy.

Yep, pure MDMA...

usually cut with nothing worse
than baby laxative.

But this time...

Someone used poison.

It's definitely not
ricin or strychnine.

Don't go anywhere.
I'm still working on it.

I'm going to be a while.

Would you like
your security detail

to take you to the office,

or do you want to
wait for me here?

Well, uh,
hanging out with dead people

isn't as fun as it sounds.

So, yeah, maybe I'll just go

and see you at that
big conference about my future.

- Well...
- She's not going to that meeting.

And neither am I.

What? Why?

Chief Taylor would like
to discuss your options

without us present,

and I don't want to put
any extra pressure on you.

And in my ongoing attempt
to be less annoying,

I have agreed not to go either.

Will we be
changing my life even more

just because I hid the letters
from a crazy person?

The letters
will be discussed, yes.

Then shouldn't my legal guardian
be with me, Sharon?

Well, in this instance,
Lieutenant Provenza

will serve
as your guardian ad litem.

Don't be nervous.

You're just going
to listen to options.

Will one of the options include
me going back to real school?

Playing chess
with an actual human being?

Will I have the option
to go to the movies

or even the bathroom
without 24-7 police protection?

As a matter of fact, yes.

All of those choices
are on the table.

You just need to decide
on your priorities.

Angels.
We have a toxin.

No need to mask up.
It's contained.

Straight to the murder room,
please.

Rusty, I'll see you later.

I know the way. Thanks.

The hypoxia,
the chemical burning,

and the burst vessels
in the lungs

all point conclusively
to cyanide.

If this was a bad batch
of drugs, doctor,

- there could be other deaths. Have you ch...
- I've checked.

So far, this poisoning seems
to be an isolated incident,

but they may just be the first.

What kind of freak would
put cyanide in ecstasy?

That's a question
we need to answer right away.

I suggest we get in touch with
their high school's buy-guy.

Bi-guy?

Buy... spelled...

- B-u-y.
- B-u-y.

An undercover officer
who poses as a student

- and makes drug buys.
- Oh. You mean a narc.

- Hey.
- Officer Cooper.

- Lieutenant Tao.
- Officer Cooper.

Lieutenant Flynn.

That guy's a cop?

He looks like he's my age.

Molly's the new
drug of choice...

Coke is sort of grimy,
and weed smells too much.

People think Molly's pure.

And most of all,
they think it's great for sex.

The kids are calling it
"Slut Dust."

- Slut Dust.
- Oh-kay.

Here's the list of
the eight dust dealers

I know at the school,
but I can't say which of them

had contact with your victim.

Just give me their names.

Maybe doing
your senior year online

isn't so bad after all.

My office, young man.

How many times
do I have to tell you guys

I am sorry
for not giving you the letters?

I get it now. I do.

Oh, is that why you've given
your security detail the slip

four times in the last month?

Okay, that was only
to play chess in the park.

I was never
in any kind of danger.

I promise.

I used to live in a car

with my mom
and one of her loser boyfriends.

I used to sleep on the streets.

A few crazy letters
don't mean Jack to me.

Not a few...
29 and counting.

Whoever this is,
he's watching you.

He knows where you go,
who you go with...

Go? I don't... I don't go
anywhere, lieutenant.

I might as well be, like,
a prisoner right now.

Criminal have rights,
suspects have rights,

but witnesses don't?

What kind of bullshit is that?

I feel like my life is like...

I just... I feel like my life
is being sacrificed

so that you all
can have a trial.

It's tough.
We know that.

That's why
we want to talk to you

about all three ways
to deal with these threats.

Not three ways.
Two ways.

- Three.
- No. No. No.

We agreed on two...
first option.

The, um...
The D.A.'s office

has a new identity for you
all ready to go.

They want to put you
in a boarding school

someplace fairly far away,
like Portland.

You'd get financial support

and college tuition
from the state

after graduation.

And how long would I be gone?

Until the trial, which right now
could mean another two years.

And would I be able to
spend any time with Sharon?

Or you?

Like, would I be able to see
everyone now and again...

No.

No contact at all.

I'm sorry.

Okay, what's the second option?

You keep living
with Captain Raydor

under round-the-clock
protection

with the understanding
that if you ever

purposely separate yourself
from your security detail again,

you're gone.

Tell me I can trust you,

and I will also
let go of the officers

watching you here
in this building.

Uh-huh.

And the third option?

- Ah.
- There is no third option!

Think the two you have over.

Let us know your decision
by tomorrow.

You guys already know
my decision.

There is a third option,
damn it.

Not while his legal guardian
withholds her consent.

And Raydor has her own threats
to deal with now.

Why she would even
want to keep the kid

under these circumstances,
I don't know...

Especially with a good school
willing to take him on.

Will you at least think
about the third option?

I'll think about it.

Thank you. Thank you.

Speaking of schools,

what about this
bad batch of drugs?

Have we even arrested
a dealer yet?

No, but we're
rolling up the suspects

that our undercover buy-guy,
Officer Cooper, identified,

arresting every student who was
pushing Molly at the school

in the most public way
possible.

We're using electronic sniffers
at all their lockers,

searching for poison
and other contraband.

And we've arranged
for a no-penalty drop zone,

where kids can anonymously
turn in their dope,

no questions asked.

Wait a minute.

Let me rewind this.

Look.

Is that girl
dropping drugs off,

or is she taking them
out of the bin?

No, they're going in.

Hold on...
Chris, now, you promised...

We promised the student body
no police. Is she a cop?

She's a detective
with major crimes

trying to stop students
from dying.

And you are? Dr. Newman,
school counselor.

I have a card here,
uh, somewhere.

I'm sorry.
I-I-I meant no disrespect.

Um, deaths
in the student population

can sometimes lead
to serious trauma issues.

You know what else
causes serious trauma?

Snorting cyanide up your nose.
Pardon me.

- Mr. Harris, did you know the Pushkins?
- Uh, not really.

As vice principal,
I deal with conduct issues,

anthose two boys
weren't even on my radar.

Here. Found it.

It also has my cell on it
if you need me in a hurry.

Thank you, doctor.
It's very useful.

As school counselor,

ever run into anyone
who was close to the victims?

No, but why don't you talk to
the head of our ESL program.

She was Konstantin's
favorite teacher.

If you won't brag about Robyn,
I will.

She also happens to be my wife.

I don't know where to begin.

I've been a teacher
for six years now,

and Konstantin was easily
the best student I've ever had.

English was
his second language?

Yes, but he wrote better

than the kids
who were born here.

His father's
a major poet in Russia.

His mother's
a college Professor.

But they're both openly
opposed to the government,

so they sent the boys
here to L.A. to...

To keep them safe.

It's unspeakable.

Did you teach his brother, too?

No.

But I'm faculty advisor
for all the E.L.A. students,

so I knew Alexander,
just not as well as Konstantin.

Were you aware
the boys used drugs?

No. Could they have
had a suicide pact?

No. No,
that's ridiculous.

If you think of anything else
I should know,

give me a call...
day or night.

And I'm... very sorry.

Wait.

Wait... I saw Konstantin's
little brother, Alex,

arguing with a boy
in the cafeteria last week.

They didn't throw punches,
but they shoved each other.

Do you know this boy?

He's a very smart kid.

I can't believe
that he would ever...

What's his name?

Ian.

Ian Yorita.

Ian Yorita.

Why did you skip school
today, Ian?

- I was sick to my stomach.
- Hmm, funny.

That's the symptom
most people get

when they're about to be
arrested for murder.

I'm third in my class.
I carry a 4.0 average.

I made the early admissions cut
at Stanford.

Do I look like a killer to you?

So, what do you cut your drugs
with, Mr. Early Admissions?

I don't cut them with anything.
I don't do drugs.

You know what
I can't understand?

English? Logic?
Statistics and probability?

I don't understand
why your number shows up

in our victim's cellphone
under the name "Molly."

By the way,
the Molly from your car

matches up with the drugs
we found at the crime scene.

Nobody O.D.s on Molly.
It's totally safe.

It's way less harmful
than alcohol.

Oh, yeah... Molly, white wine.
Molly, white wine.

Oh, so you sell Molly
for its health benefits?

I'm not a dealer. I buy in bulk
to mitigate my overhead.

And I give it, at cost,
to my friends.

Officer Cooper,
this young man claims

that he gives away Molly
to minors.

Is the term for that
"philanthropy"?

No, ma'am.
It's "felony," and it's a lie.

- You're a narc?
- Uh-huh.

And you charged me
for my drugs.

And we're not friends.

Why did you fight
with Alex Pushkin last week?

I didn't fight with him. Look, I liked Alex.
I never sold him anything.

We have
his brother's cellphone.

Konstantin texted every other
weekend to make a buy.

Okay, just for the sake
of argument,

let's assume that, even though
he had a genius I.Q.,

Konstantin was too stupid
to erase incriminating texts.

Why would I O.D. a reliable
customer?

So, what was your beefd.
With his little brother?

Did you really just say beef?

What is this? A cop film from the '60s?
Okay, here's the beef.

I took my girlfriend to a party
at Konstantin's grandma's house,

which is where
we like to hang out,

'cause Grandma Pushkin's,
like, deaf...

And in bed
after "Jeopardy!"

So, we're hanging out, and Alex
tries to pick up my girl

right in front of me,
which was pretty rude.

So, yeah, I was still mad at him

when I saw him
at school the next day.

I go up to him.
I tell him he's a tool.

And to prove it, he pushes me.

I push him back,
and then I forgot about it.

So, you killed him because he tried
to hook up...

I didn't kill anybody.

No, you thought, "I'll supply them with
drugs. I'll dump a little poison in the bag

and that will teach him to steal my
girlfriend."

Is that it?

You know, maybe I should
take your little warning

more seriously
and get myself a lawyer.

Careful, Captain.

If you formally
request a lawyer,

I will formally arrest you.

And I'll formally
let the admissions people

at Stanford know about it.

Ian.

You need to think this through.

You want to change
your whole life today,

or do you want to cooperate?

Fine.
Forget the lawyer.

Let's just get this over with.

Okay. What's
your girlfriend's name?

Oh, no, no, no.
Leave her out of this.

I'll go through
our dealer's burner phone.

Shouldn't take too long.

- Okay, where do you get your drugs from?
- Burner phone, huh?

- You can't really expect me to answer that.
- Smarter than he looks.

Why don't I just
shoot myself instead?

- Who supplies you with your product?
- I forget.

Maybe jail
will help you remember.

- You said you weren't arresting me.
- I changed my mind.

Charge him
with felony distribution,

and we will work our way
up to murder.

No, no, you people
have the wrong guy!

- Well, you'll do for now.
- Mr. Early Admissions, against the wall,

put your hands behind your back.

- And now you can have a lawyer.
- You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say or do may be used
against you in a court of law.

You have the right to an attorney.
If you cannot afford one,

one will be appointed
for you by the state.

I checked L.A., Ventura,
Riverside, and Orange County,

and there are no more deaths

associated with
Molly overdoses.

This is looking
increasingly like

someone's targeting
those boys specifically.

Well, at their age,
there's a girl involved...

if not our dealer's girlfriend,
then someone else maybe.

So,
what's the next move, captain?

One second.

How did your meeting

with Chief Taylor
and Lieutenant Provenza go?

- It was great.
- Oh.

I figured out my option three.

What option three?
You only have two options.

No... option one is
keeping things the same,

option two is jumping into
the Witness Protection program,

and then there's
catching this guy

who's writing me
all the letters, right?

That has to be option three.

A-and what's the best way
to catch someone

who's looking for me?
We both know.

You are not old enough
to participate

in a police action.

My whole life
is a police action.

And will you please let me see

the new letters
that have come in, please,

so I could at least know
how serious to take this?

That is not even a possibility.

They were written to me.

Okay, if you don't
let me read the letters,

then I'm going
to the boarding school.

There are definite pluses
to boarding school, Rusty.

- I would love to have you...
- Sharon, how can you even say that?!

You just said it, young man.

Yes, yes, I said it, but it...

It's just...
it's not fair, Sharon.

I've got nothing
to negotiate with here.

Look, all I want to do is...
is go back to school

and... and to play chess
with an actual human being,

and... I don't know... maybe
talk to someone my own age.

I offered to let Kris visit,
and her parents told me...

Never, never,
and stop talking about Kris.

It only makes me mad.

Rusty, she may have
saved your life.

I don't care.

Oh. Excuse me. I couldn't
help but overhear.

Yes?

I could go to school
with the kid.

No one would know
I wasn't a student.

I'm trained in anti-surveillance
techniques that could help.

After your stint
as a buy-guy,

don't you have to go
immediately on patrol?

The police have bi-guys?
What?

Uh, b-u-y, as in buys drugs
from teenage dealers.

I can't hang out with a narc.
Sorry.

I'm a narc who plays chess.

- Right.
- I'm good.

Great.

Show me.

Captain, I tracked down
the girlfriend

of Mr. Early Admissions,
and she confirms

his story
about Alexander Pushkin.

But S.I.D. found some
kind of surprising prints

at the crime scene.

There may be
another woman involved.

- What did I say?
- And she left physical evidence

all over the older boy's room,

including fingerprints.

These prints
come back to anyone?

Robyn Harris,
the kid's English teacher...

Married,
11 years older than him.

His teacher was in his bedroom?

Not only his bedroom,
but in his bed.

We have a pristine set
of thumb prints on the headboard

and finger and palm prints
wrapped around

the top and the back
as if she was gripping on...

No, I get the picture.
Lieutenant.

Oh, it gets worse.

S.I.D. identified
Mrs. Harris' prints

on the bag containing
the poisoned drugs.

Option three, lieutenant?
Really?

- Can we talk about that later?
- Hmm.

Captain, we confirmed
the print match to Mrs. Harris,

who was arrested at
an antiwar protest in 2003.

It is definitely her.

Lieutenant Tao,

could we please expedite
S.I.D.'s print check

on the bags of Molly
that we found

in the back
of the dealer's car?

- Lieutenant Provenza, school is out.
- Check.

Would you arrest Mrs. Harris,
search her house?

And, everyone, take precautions.
I don't want anyone coming back

with a bad case of cyanide.

Checkmate.

Wow.

Did your
anti-surveillance course

teach you more than thinking
just two moves ahead?

All right, clear the place.

Be double careful
about what you touch,

and don't open anything

unless you have somebody
from S.I.D. helping you.

Buzz?

Do I have to wait for Tao
to look at this computer,

or can you access this woman's
search history for me?

What the hell? Why are you
tearing our house apart?

You people have no right
to be here doing this.

Anticipating your dismay,

the judge was kind enough
to give us a warrant.

Ah, Mrs. Harris,
I think you know Amy Sykes?

Mrs. Harris,
you're under arrest.

- You're arresting me?
- For what?

Answer me.
Why are you arresting her?

Doing our job.
This way, Mrs. Harris.

Well, I'm going with her.
I don't think so.

What... are you people out of your mind?
She didn't do anything.

- Robyn, I'm gonna call my brother right now.
- Oh, my God, Chris.

- You have the right to remain silent.
- Listen, I'm calling Mick right now, okay?

You better damn well follow
this warrant to the letter.

- My brother's an attorney.
- You have my condolences.

Now, stand there
until we finish,

or your brother's gonna be
representing you, too.

Yes, I spent time
in the Pushkins' house.

I went over there to help
the boys study and to...

to check on their welfare.

They were
very lightly supervised.

Did you help them study in bed?

Because we found
your fingerprints

on Konstantin's headboard.

My prints were on his headboard

because I helped Konstantin
set up his room.

I'm sure you found my prints
on his desk, as well.

Oh, yeah.

Yes, Detective Sanchez.

Our suspect's brother-in-law
is a lawyer

who's running around
saying that our warrant

is excessively broad, and he's
trying to stop the search.

Can I arrest him, ma'am?
He should be arrested.

Well, have you tried to explain
the situation to him?

For 10 minutes. Listen... what we're
searching for when we find it!

I guarantee you, I will move
to quash anything...

- anything that you seize.
- Quash away, counselor. Quash away!

But while you're here,
don't move and shut up.

Lieutenant. Lieutenant.

Well, it sounds like
you got the situation

under control now, Julio.

If the lawyer gives you
any more trouble,

just call me back.

You should also know

that we seized
Konstantin's computer,

and we've accessed
his e-mail.

I don't see why
that should be a problem.

Well, you probably asked him
to delete the love letters.

So, maybe you thought
that they were all gone.

But nothing on your computer
is ever really gone.

'Cause, you see, our tech guy...
he's kind of a whiz.

I wouldn't say "Whiz"...
"Up to date," maybe.

I'd say Whiz.

Hmm.

Fingerprint analysis
on the drug baggies.

Can you believe
YouTube has a video

called "How to cook cyanide"?

The Internet is
more dangerous than guns.

This process seems
a little more complicated

than what you could do
in a kitchen.

If you have read
all of our e-mails,

I'm sure that you found
some phrases

that read like sexual innuendo.

And I admit,

I should not have used
those phrases with a student.

But try and think of my
correspondence with Konstantin

more like
creative writing exercises.

Hey. Hey!

Is this building
out back locked?

Yes.
Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa.

The guest house is not on the warrant.
It's my wife's studio.

She makes pottery. Why?

Open the door,
or we'll break it down.

"I have to see you.
I need to feel you inside me.

The V. P."... I assume
this refers to your husband,

the Vice Principal.

"The V.P.
is going to church

"with his brother
on Sunday night.

"Put granny to bed early.
X-O-X-O.

P.S. I'll pay for the dust
if you get condoms."

- Wow.
- It sounds a little more practical

than most fantasies,
Mrs. Harris.

You know, these two boys...

They were murdered
with the same slut dust

that you mention in your email.

I would never harm a child.

Oh, yeah?

Well, in addition
to the bedstead,

your prints were found
on the baggie

that the drugs came in.

You had an affair
with a student.

- He broke it off. You got angry.
- No.

- No.
- Oh, yeah.

Maybe his younger brother
found out,

threatened to expose you,
so you poisoned them both.

These are my prints?

They were my prints on the bag?

Really?

Really?

I don't understand why she's not
asking for a lawyer. We have her.

For statutory rape
and molestation,

but do we have her for murder?

The chief is right.
Our drug dealer's prints

are all over
the plastic bags of Molly

we took from the back
of his car,

but they are not on the bags
the Pushkin brothers had?

No, they only had the boys'
prints and those of Mrs. Harris.

Something you want to say?

I didn't do this.

Hi, Lieutenant Provenza...

are you still
conducting your search?

Yes, captain... we just found

a little treasure trove
of sealed poison

hidden in our pretty,
young teacher's home art studio.

I am not surprised,

and I'm considering
the fingerprint report,

and the vast amount of evidence

that you have uncovered
at her residence.

I think it's fortunate
that her husband's brother

is an attorney.

Could you put him on the phone?

Our school teacher's
going to need someone

to talk to in confidence
and right away.

Wait a minute. You're helping
our murder suspect lawyer up?

Yes.

Are you sure she's in
the right place to deal?

Oh, she is
in the perfect place, Emma.

And, if I'm right,
we're getting the perfect lawyer

to help her tell us the truth.

Trust me.
She'll make a deal.

I would never.

They're on their way up,
captain.

Buzz, do you need me to stall?

If you can buy me two more minutes,
Captain, that would be great.

Okay.

You must be
the Harris brothers.

I am Captain Raydor,
and this is Lieutenant Tao.

So, which one of you
is the vice principal,

and which one of you is the...

Michael Harris.
I'll be representing Robyn.

- When can I see my wife?
- At her arraignment,

which will be approximately
41 hours from now.

- Arraignment? Oh, my God. She's being
charged? - If you don't mind, I'd like to...

Robyn didn't have
anything to do with it...

W-whoa, hold on, Chris.
I'll handle it.

All right, what are
the charges against Robyn?

Mr. Harris, how long
have you been married?

How long have we...?

What are the charges?

Eight years.
Eight years.

And where did you meet?
At the dentist's office,

and it's not
a suspicious story at all.

In fact, it's kind of
a funny story...

Robyn was an undergrad, I was finishing
my masters in administration...

What the hell does this
have to do with anything?

We're trying to ease
your brother into the bad news,

but if you prefer bluntness...

Mr. Harris,
we are arresting your wife

for two counts
of first-degree murder,

sex with a minor, and felony
distribution of narcotics.

Sir, if you'd come
with me to our break room

while your brother
counsels your wife.

Wait, wait, wait.
What about spousal privilege?

I mean, don't I have
the legal right to see her?

No, privilege means
that you and your wife

cannot be forced to testify
against each other

or to reveal
private conversations.

Detective.

This way to your client, sir.

Chris, let me get to
the bottom of this, okay?

Just go and wait. Go.

I can't believe
you mentioned option three.

Captain,
hear the lieutenant out.

You cannot keep this kid
locked in your condo forever.

You think Rusty will stay
with the security detail

one second longer
than he has to?

Or that he's
over his mother enough

that he won't just suddenly
pull up stakes and vanish

if things don't get better?

Because in four months,
he turns 18,

and I'm afraid you're
gonna be very surprised.

I've been thinking
about it, Captain,

and finding the guy
making these threats

should be our first priority,

and that investigation
has stalled.

Now, the operational value
of putting Rusty on the street

is worth the risk, and
we should use him while we can.

I don't care about
his operational value.

My primary concern
as his mother is...

As his guardian...

Is to keep him safe.

That's the fiction
parents fall back on,

thinking that we, somehow,
can keep our children safe.

It's impossible.

Look at those dead boys
we found this morning.

Their parents sent them away
to protect them.

How did that work out?

Forget about Rusty.

This lunatic is making threats
against you, too.

Those threats are ridiculous.

I am the only thing
standing between Rusty

and the witness
protection program.

Okay, let's get back
to the boy.

What do you think
he'd want to do,

given the chance?

Help.

He'd want to help.

Uh, call me cynical...
everybody does...

but when a teenager
wants to do something...

I mean really,
really wants to do something...

It's a perfect opportunity
for a parent...

or a deal-maker...
to negotiate concessions.

Sharon, we know
what Rusty wants from us,

but what do you want from him?

I can represent
your wife, Chris,

but I can't represent you, too.

I have a conflict.

What do you mean, "a conflict"?

I don't want an outsider
handling this.

By a conflict, Chris,
i mean you.

- My conflict is you.
- Me? How?

What the hell is that
supposed to mean?

Your wife's more than
reasonable doubt is you.

It's you.

I don't understand.

You bought her the computer
where they found

the Internet searches
for the cyanide.

You were a science teacher

before you became
an administrator.

You have been mixing chemicals
in your bedroom

since you were 11 years old!

My God, Chris. How...
They were boys!

I mean, God... I mean, you've
always been a little freak,

but none of us ever thought
that you could...

God almighty, Chris!

We are tiptoeing right to
the edge of the constitution,

eavesdropping in on
an attorney and his client.

He's not the client...
his wife is.

It doesn't feel right.

Conversations with her lawyer
are sacrosanct.

Her husband's conversations
with his brother are not.

Mick, you've got this
all wrong.

You're not even asking
for my side of the story.

No, I don't have it wrong,
and you don't have a side!

Now, you listen... Robyn doesn't
want to testify against you,

but she will
if you blame her for this.

Robyn doesn't want to
testify against me?

That's touching.
What could she say?

That you took
one of the plastic bags

that she uses to store
her art supplies,

replaced it with drugs
that you laced with poison,

and then exchanged it
for one just like it

in Konstantin's locker,

which is, I am sure,
exactly what you did.

And you would believe
a story like that

from a woman
who's a child molester,

who did ecstasy with a minor?

She says she loved him.

Let me tell you
her version of love.

That boy was 16 years old
when she started screwing him!

That's not love!

They did ecstasy together, and
she was screwing her students

while the rest of our family
was at mass!

Remember when she stopped going
to church on Sunday nights?

- It was to see the kid!
- So this is why you got Mr. Harris

to bring in his brother
to represent the suspect.

If Robyn Harris is as
smart as everyone thinks she is,

why would she keep
poison in her house

and evidence on her laptop?

And who else could manage
to plant a plastic bag

with her fingerprints on it
somewhere?

Harris found out
what his wife was up to...

Probably by
reading her e-mails

on the computer he bought her.

Not to mention, he has keys
to all the kids' lockers.

He opened them for us
during our search this morning.

The controls for the school's
cameras are in his office.

He can turn them on and off.

Anyway, I'm giving you fair warning.
I am representing Robyn.

You need to get
some serious help...

not just a lawyer,
but a psychiatrist...

and I would get that
all in order

before Robyn's arraignment.

You're choosing her over me?

I'm your brother.

I'm your brother.

That's something I can't fix.

Goodbye, Chris.

Detective
Sanchez, Lieutenant Tao,

could you please
go arrest Chris Harris?

And what do we do
with his wife?

Given that she had sex
with a minor, Captain,

I think it might be easier
for you if I dealt with her.

Would you like me
to wrap this up?

Actually, that would
be very nice. Thank you.

You're going to jail,
Mrs. Harris.

The only question is,
for how long?

She didn't kill those boys.

No, but when she decided to
start having sex with a minor,

she created
a motive for murder.

No, I-I didn't decide anything.

It just happened.
I knew it was wrong.

But at the time...

it felt true.

My brother was a jerk.

All right, she was lonely.
Trust me. She was lonely.

And age isn't always so fixed.

Have you read
any of Byron's poetry?

He was involved
with a much younger girl...

Save the English lecture
for the jury.

I'm sure they'll be
very impressed.

On the other hand,
they might feel like me,

and I'm too disgusted

to stay in the same room
with you.

Excuse me.

Okay, what's the deal here?

In exchange for your testimony,

we will agree to a reduced
sentence of four years

for distribution of drugs
to a minor.

I don't want to go to prison.
Listen to me.

You take this to court,
you lose all day long,

and then when you get out,
you're a sex offender.

Is that what you want?

It was...

in the moment.

At the time, it was love.

Uh-huh. Fine.

It was love.
Write that down.

And include
what love made you do,

and what your husband
knew about it,

and when.

Why do they have to follow me
around here, Sharon?

That is literally crazy.

Because every time
you've given them the slip,

it's been from here.

To play chess in the park,
which is so close.

Look, Sharon,
I won't do that anymore,

and I won't even pretend like
I want to go to boarding school,

but can we at least have some kind
of honest conversation

about my option three?

I'm just...
I'm just really lonely,

and I don't feel like hiding
for the rest of my life.

Rusty, you need to understand
that option three

would involve you going back
out on the street.

Yeah, with a bunch of undercover
cops looking out for me,

and we might actually
be able to catch

this freak who has been
threatening me, Sharon.

Please let me do it.

- But as your guardian...
- Oh, my God.

Wait a minute.
I am not saying no to all this.

As your guardian,
I need to be sure

that you are willing to do
what is required.

Oh, I-I am...
I am so willing.

Just let me know
what you need me to do,

and I-I will do it.

Undergo an evaluation
by a therapist.

What is it with you
and the mental-health industry?

I need to be sure that you can
handle the stress.

Handle the stress?
What do you think I'm doing now?

Handle the stress?

- Are you kidding me?
- Okay, Rusty.

This evaluation is
a non-negotiable stipulation,

and it is for the city,
as well.

Okay.

Okay. Fine.

I will be evaluated
by a stupid therapist,

but can I make a...

what do you call it...
a stipulation of my own?

And that would be?

I will be evaluated

if it is by someone
who understands

my most important issue
right now...

And someone who is willing
to deal with that issue.

So, you'd like
a therapist who's willing

to... to talk...

A therapist who's willing to...

My God, Sharon,
how hard can it be to say?

What is the one thing about me
that everyone around here knows?

I want a therapist
who can play chess, Sharon...

And really good chess, too,

not just, like,
chess from the '80s.

All right.
Okay. I can do that.

I can find a therapist
who can play chess.

- Great.
- Good.

Congratulations, Sharon.
You win again.

You always end up
getting exactly what you want.

I'm only agreeing to do this
because I love you.

You know that, right?

I do.