Major Crimes (2012–2018): Season 2, Episode 13 - Jailbait - full transcript

[ Engine turns off,
car door opens ]

85 degrees in December!

Sykes, why am I not sitting
in front of my air conditioner?

This is Eric Riley,

currently under house arrest
at the green craftsman.

He's been a no-show for
his last two parole meetings.

What was his crime?

Uh, six rapes in '05
with assault

and drugging charges
mixed in, sir.

Served eight years.

Short sentence.



Riley was 15 at the time.

You think his stint in juvie
made him a better person?

Buzz: Oh, I think
his parole officer's here.

Ah, Jimmy Bosch.

Maybe he can tell us
why Major Crimes

got called out
on a house check.

You're here, lieutenant,
because I received this letter

from Eric's court-mandated
therapist last week.

Sykes: "Eric has spoken
of trigger urges

"similar to those he felt

"when he committed
his previous assaults,

and he shows no interest
in managing those urges."

God!

Came by for a visual check
yesterday,



but Eric's parents
wouldn't let me in.

What's his ankle bracelet say?

He's in his room.
But I have doubts.

Provenza: All right.
Let's get eyes on this kid.

Spread out.
Look like cops.

[ Knock on door ]

Hi, I'm Lieutenant Provenza

with the L.A.P.D.
Major Crimes Division.

Where's your son?

Do you have a warrant?

No, we don't.

You can't just come in here!

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What's going on?

Flynn: Eric is on parole.

We can legally enter
his residence at any time.

But it's our house.
It's not his residence.

- He's staying here with us.
- Ma'am, take a seat.

- Stay out of our way.
- No kidding.

Sir, show me
where Eric's room is.

Now!

Major Crimes 02x13
Jailbait
Originally Aired on December 2, 2013

Julio.

Eric Riley!
L.A.P.D.! We're coming in!

Aah!

He took off his ankle monitor
and is keeping it charged.

Damn it!

All right, Mr. Riley,
where is your son?

I don't know.
I'm sorry.

He's been gone for two days.

Sykes:
I need a wanted broadcast

for a fugitive parolee
considered armed and dangerous.

Name... Eric Riley.
Age... 24.

All jurisdictions
in Southern California.

my God.
This girl is so young.

Buzz:
The time stamp on the photo

says this was printed out
two weeks ago.

Terms of his parole state
that he cannot use a computer.

There's an e-mail domain address
at the bottom of the page.

Eric must have gotten
this picture as an attachment.

Provenza:
All right, Julio.

Anything in this house
with a screen goes with us.

Do you recognize her?

Sir, if this girl is out there,

getting hurt
by your son right now

and you don't cooperate
with us...

I came home from the hospital
early last week...

Somebody canceled
their surgery...

And there was a girl here
in Eric's room...

Her, I think.

Well, who is she?

I don't know.

I asked her to leave
immediately, and she did.

Kim: - No, my wedding plans are on that!
Sanchez: - Ma'am, out of my way now!

- You can't just take that!
- Out of the way!

Nicole: She's got nothing
to do with this.

- It's not her fault.
- It's not the point.

Oh, you want to film this?

Okay, that's fine.
I'm gonna film it, too, then.

Uh, I'm Kim Riley
from Los Angeles,

and the L.A.P.D.
is robbing my home.

Because apparently,
if your brother is a rapist,

you get treated like one, too.

- Kim. Kim. Kim!
- That is enough!

Now, where did Eric go?

If you know anything
that will help us find him,

you need to tell us now!

He took mom's old car.

What's the license plate?

Dr. Riley,
I need you to work with me.

Um, 3JRQ158.

3-John-Robert-Queen-1-5-8.

We're sorry.

If we told you Eric had run away,

you'd take him back to jail,

and he just came home.

Yeah? Well, you better hope
when we find this girl

that she's alive and unharmed.

That car Eric took
was impounded

the night before last
by L.A.P.D.

From where?

[ Horn honks ]

Want to update the captain?

On what?

Jumping parole
is not a major crime,

and I have no victim.

I'll go take a look around.

Right now we know Eric's car
was towed from over there,

so for the time being,

this should be the center
of our universe.

All right, let's check
crime reports in the area...

Assaults, murders, rapes.

Go back three days.

Hey, guys!

We've got a body!
Let's go.

Hey, lieutenant, over here!

[ Grunts ]

What you got?

You have bolt cutters
in your bag of tricks?

No. Patrol should.

Well, they were supposed
to be here already.

[ Grunts ]

I can fit.

I can.

Sykes: All right.

[ Groans ]

It's our guy.
It's Eric Riley.

[ Sighs ]

[ Footsteps approaching ]

[ Horn honks ]

Kendall: Liver temp is useless
in this heat,

but with decomp and the degree
to which the blood has settled,

he has to have been down here
for over a day.

If you've documented this...

I have.

I'll adjust him, then,
to go through his pockets.

Whew! Lot of broken bones.

Must have hit the ground
going at least 35 Miles an hour.

At that speed, the body pops
like a water balloon.

Well, I'm more concerned
with how Eric took off

than I am
with how hard he landed.

Was he pushed, or did he jump?

Seems weird
for the guy to break parole,

steal a car from his parents,
and then go on the run

just to say,
"Goodbye, cruel world."

Lieutenant,
found this empty condom wrapper

in the guy's pocket.

Now I call the captain.

Before I get into how I know
your victim didn't have sex,

there's something
I need to tell you.

When you guys
can't wait for a prelim,

I'm happy to oblige,

but you texted me during
the L.A. County Morgue's

annual Christmas party,
which we have to hold early

because it's suicide season
coming up,

and so I'm a little tipsy.

Doctor, are we... are we
putting you in a bad position?

No, I'll just repeat
these tests

I'm doing now tomorrow,
we'll be good.

Just... don't expect
my usual genius.

Ah!

You were saying

that the victim
did not have sex.

Right.

No spermicide from a condom,
no blood,

no fluid of any kind
on your victim's body.

Maybe our potential Jane Doe...

The girl in the picture
from Eric's room...

Fought him off before the rape

and pushed him from the
bridge into the... no!

I think
your victim was deceased

way, way, way before
he hit the ground.

See this bruise on the
front of the neck? Mm-hmm.

It's antemortem.
Ah.

So he's thrown
off the bridge...

After his neck was broken.

So we can scratch suicide
off our list of possible causes.

But we're no closer
to finding out who Jane Doe is.

If she really sent
this picture of herself,

Jane Doe addressed it to Eric's
web-based e-mail account

that I can't access.

I'm starting a warrant
to the provider, Popmail.

Sharon: Mike, did you run
an image search

for that picture yet?

No match online,
but that picture was taken

from trash on this hard drive

we picked up
from the Riley house.

Must be
the computer Eric was using.

This was also
in the web search.

Man: Now that you've bypassed
the conductor thing,

all you have to do
is quickly remove the anklet,

and, boom, nobody knows
you're not wearing it.

Except for the 8,483 people
who have seen this video.

Flynn: I checked.

That little idiot's
already been busted.

I also looked through
the interagency database

to see if Eric Riley
had ever had any problems

outside of the L.A.P.D.
jurisdiction.

All I got was that
Los Angeles Sheriff's Office

had run his name a few times.

Let's find out
why they looked him up.

Excuse me.
Captain Raydor.

[ Gasps ] Oh.

Uh, Dr. Bowman.

Call me Joe, please,
or Dr. Joe.

Either way.

Uh, thank you for coming to us.

Not a problem.

And if Rusty really needs
'round-the-clock protection,

it's better than dragging him
across town, isn't it?

I-I just want to be sure
that we agree

this is only an evaluation,

because I don't force
therapy on people.

I understand.

And it's not a problem
playing chess?

[ Chuckles ]

My office is filled
with musical instruments,

dollhouses, video games...

Anything to break the ice.

- Oh, great. Uh... oh.
- Captain. Captain.

Uh, I'll be with you
in a minute.

- Yes?
- Yeah.

All the searches on Eric Riley

were run by the same
sheriff's deputy...

Manuel Diaz.

Hey, Sanchez,
do you know this guy?

[ Hispanic accent ]
Oh, yeah, right,

'cause all us L.A. Latinos...
we know each other.

Right, Flynn?

[ Normal voice ]
Oh, uh, I do know him.

That's Manny Diaz...

He was married
to my sister's best friend

from high school.

He's still just a deputy?
I thought he was a climber.

Eric Riley raped
Manny's daughter, Selina Diaz,

back in '05.

- I had no idea.
- Poor guy.

Deputy Diaz may have waited
eight years for payback.

I might, too,
if my daughter had been raped.

And committed suicide.

I'm on Selina Diaz's
Facebook page.

Mentions that she took her life
far too soon.

Friends and family
still posting.

Uh...

Another second, Dr. Joe.

Sure.

Mike, why don't we check

the license-plate recognition
database

around the Rileys' house

during the time
that Eric was on parole?

See if we can put
Deputy Diaz in the area.

The, uh, sheriff's office
won't like it

if we pull down one of their
deputies as a suspect.

Right.

Well, let's tell Deputy Diaz
that Eric Riley went missing

and we could use his help
finding him.

Well, he'll be expecting
a manhunt.

Let's give him one.

Sykes, if you'll do the honors
with the murder board.

I'll get some more bodies
up here.

I'll call Deputy Diaz, ma'am.

Uh, go easy on him, detective.

We don't want to spook him.

Rusty:
I'll save you some time.

I don't need therapy
because I'm not crazy.

Dr. Joe:
Well, that's great,

because I don't really deal
with a lot of crazy people.

And, also, this isn't therapy.

It's an evaluation,

and that's a little bit
different.

How?

Oh.

Lots of ways.

Like, uh,
therapy we do in hour blocks,

and right now, I'm scheduled

to spend two afternoons
with you.

Evaluations are less
about addressing your issues

and more about gauging
how you'll react to stress.

Oh, plus, you have to fill out
all these questionnaires.

Sorry.

I've been living in a movable
prison for four months,

so obviously
I can handle stress.

And Sharon said
that we would be playing chess.

If you're any good,
you can figure out

what you need to know about me
by my game.

All right.

Let's see what you do.

So, these, um...
these questionnaires...

Are they just like
personality tests?

Uh, yeah.

They're exactly like
personality tests, actually.

The city needs them
to avoid liability issues.

Very basic.

Look, Dr. Joe,

if you're just going to do
the Sicilian Defense,

this will be a very short game.

You've played against
the Dragon Variation, then?

Um [Clicks tongue]
I don't know.

Well, let's just keep going
and see what happens.

That's kind of weird.

My standards for weird
might be higher than yours.

I doubt it.

Just to make it interesting,

why don't we say every time
I take a piece off the board,

I get to find out
a little something about you?

[ Taps table ] Okay, fine.

Oh, come on.

D-did you just take that pawn
so you could ask me a question?

I always play to win,
even with 12-year-olds.

And a deal's a deal.

Yeah.
Yeah, especially around here.

[ Inhales deeply ]

[ Sighing ]
All right, all right.

What kind
of way-too-personal question

are you gonna ask?

Mm...

How's your day going?

[ Elevator bell dings ]

Hey, Julio.

Good to see you.

Looking just as good as always.

So what's going on here?

[ Sniffs ] Really.

It's like I said
on the phone, Manny.

We're having trouble
finding this Eric Riley guy.

Deputy Diaz,
Lieutenant Provenza.

[ Laughs ] Looks like
we caught you at work.

Yeah, you did,
but the second you guys called

and said Riley
broke his parole,

I, you know,
had my partner cover.

Ah. Here we go.

He may have been a juvenile,

but he should have been tried
as an adult.

Releasing him early
was a bad plan.

I just hope
some other poor girl

doesn't have to pay the price
for this.

[ Door beeps ]

Deputy Diaz,

I'm Captain Sharon Raydor.

This is Lieutenant Andy Flynn.

- Hey.
- Thank you for coming in.

Flynn:
Sorry to bring it up,

but since Eric Riley's
juvenile records are sealed

and as the father
of one of his victims,

you're more familiar
with his M.O. than we are.

Uh, your help
could prove invaluable.

I'll do what I can.

Uh, Detective Sanchez,
Lieutenant Provenza,

uh, why don't we meet
with Deputy Diaz

in the conference room?

This way, Manny.

[ Door opens, closes ]

What is it?

Captain, our license-plate
recognition program

has a collection point

just blocks
from the victim's house.

Tao: All these impressions
were taken

of Deputy Diaz's
personal vehicle

going through that intersection
since Eric was released.

There must be more than
two dozen hits here.

27.

And four months prior to that,
we found exactly none.

This was a new drive for him.

Captain, if Deputy Diaz
is our prime suspect,

the first thing
his attorney's gonna ask

is whether we've investigated

all of Eric Riley's other
victims and their families.

That's right.

Let's loop in
the D.A.'s office

and start collecting alibis.

Maybe Amy and I
can go knock on some doors,

notify the young women
who were raped and their parents

of the good news.

See who isn't surprised to hear

that Eric Riley
broke his parole and his neck.

That's an excellent idea.
Thank you.

Lieutenant?

Is that our paperwork?

Thank you, Buzz.

Ma'am.

[ Coins clink ]

Yeah.

Eric Riley preyed on the girls
in his class.

In school, he was
a regular Prince Charming.

Then he'd get them alone
and drug them with Ambien.

Six times he took advantage
of girls like that.

Did you have any interactions
with Mr. Riley

after his parole?

No.

No, I didn't. I haven't.

[ Provenza chuckles ]

You know, even I've checked up
on people now and then

if I thought they were
a danger to the community.

And after what happened
with your daughter, believe me,

nobody would blame you

for keeping a close eye
on this guy.

Anything helps if it means
finding Eric faster.

Okay.

Well, to be honest,
I ran him a few times.

Didn't trust him.

I was right, you know?

Did you ever
contact him personally

or drive by his house?

Manny, maybe you did
the wrong thing

for the right reason.

Let me reassure you,
Deputy Diaz,

I'm not the kind of person
that likes

to get bogged down
in all the rules.

We need to find Eric
right away,

so if you were
in communication with him,

it would help.

I didn't initiate contact.

[ Sighs ]

The reason we ask

is, uh, our license-plate
recognition system

caught your car in the vicinity
of Eric's residence

almost 30 times
since his release.

Wow.

For someone
who wasn't following Eric,

you sure were
around his house a lot.

[ Sighs ] Don't move.

Now very slowly put your hands
flat on the table!

Hey, listen,
my phone was buzzing, okay?

He's got a gun
on his ankle, too.

I would ask if there was
something I should know,

but I-I take it
Eric Riley's dead, huh?

Murdered two nights ago.

And I'm a suspect.

What do you think?

[ Sighs ]

Flynn:
Initial the Miranda warning,

and then we would like you
to sign a consent order

allowing us to search your home.

Eric Riley was, uh,
my daughter's first date.

Did you know that?

Yeah, my wife and I
weren't gonna let her

go out with anybody until
she turned 16, and, uh...

And Selina begged me.

Her mother said
I was being too strict.

[ Sniffles ]

And now my little girl's dead.

You couldn't possibly
have known

what Eric was going to do,
deputy.

You tell yourself that.

Maybe it's true.

But after she testified
against that kid in court...

I, uh...

I didn't figure out what
she was going through until...

till I heard the gun go off
in her bathroom.

[ Sighs ]

[ Voice breaking ]
Do you understand

what your so-called victim
did to my life?

I can only imagine,
but what I do understand

is that extrajudicial execution
of parolees is murder.

And if that's what happened
to Eric,

I fully intend to find out.

You need to get anything
off your chest, Diaz,

now is the time.

Listen, Manny.

If you don't sign

the consent form
for us to search your house,

all kinds of bad things
can happen.

My union rep will take...

No, this is the L.A.P.D.,
not the Sheriff's Department.

Your union rep
doesn't mean crap right now.

[ Pen clicks ]

[ Police radio chatter ]

Hey, lieutenant.

[ Chatter continues ]

Sir.

Concrete, plastic sheeting.

Well, either the good deputy
was starting a new driveway,

or he was planning
to bury the body.

After he shot him.

It's a .32 caliber.

Registration numbers
are filed off.

- Get that tight, Buzz.
Buzz: - Yes, sir.

Flynn: Eh, forget the gun.

Look at the picture
he had on his desk.

So Diaz also has the photo

of the girl in Eric's room?

And listen to this...

Printouts of her e-mail
exchanges with the dirtbag.

"I'm sure we can find a way

"to get you
out of your house, Eric.

You're too cute
to keep locked away."

And then Eric writes back,
"Sounds fun.

Have you ever been
with an older guy?"

Sick freak.

So, do you think

Deputy Diaz was posing
as the girl online?

Well, maybe.

But not when Eric's father
caught her in his son's bedroom.

You know, it's possible
Diaz was working with someone.

Better ask him who.

[ Door opens ]

You've been staring
at that board for over an hour.

Uh, Dr. Joe thinks
he has me trapped.

You know he's a National
Class "A" rated player?

It's the... the highest ranking
for an amateur.

So, is it going well, then?

I think so.

Uh, he's asking
mostly dumb questions,

and I'm keeping my answers
really short

and hoping that the way I play

lets me skip all those tests
he wants me to take.

Mm.

You ever been in therapy?

Uh, well, yeah. Yes.

About a month and a half after
I graduated from the academy,

I went out on patrol,

and I shot a young man who
was trying to kill his mother.

And when you do shoot someone,

you have to be evaluated
by a psychologist,

at first, like you,

I thought
it was a waste of time.

But later...

[ Cup thuds ] Later?

It turned out to be useful.

There is a difference,
you know,

between being mentally ill
and emotionally injured.

I don't feel injured.

No. Neither did I.

But then I had to keep
reliving the experience

in depositions
and in pretrial hearings

and in court
because the justice system

puts extraordinary pressure
on witnesses.

And it's so unfair,

because the victim
and the witnesses

and the officers have
to relive it again and again

until they tell their story
in open court.

[ Doorbell rings ]

- Hello.
- And even then, you may not be done,

because the trauma
of being a witness

can revisit you
again and again,

long after you thought
it was over.

And when one is subjected
to that kind of pain,

sometimes a doctor can help.

[ Cellphone ringing ]

But you're not in therapy.

You're just being evaluated.

[ Cellphone beeps ]

Yes, lieutenant?

Captain, Sykes and I
are about halfway through

interviewing Eric Riley's
victims and their families,

and you'll never guess
who we ran into.

Sykes: Heather Shore.

Definitely the girl from
the picture in Eric's room.

So the first question
the D.A. is going to ask me is,

how is Heather connected
to Deputy Diaz?

Heather's older sister,
Whitney Shore,

was one of Eric Riley's victims.

Whitney no longer lives in L.A.

Parents say

the whole experience
changed her so much,

she doesn't even like
to come home anymore.

So Diaz posed as Heather
to send the e-mails?

Actually, the wonderful people
at Popmail confirmed

the messages sent to Eric Riley

came from
the Shore home I.P. address.

Then Diaz had Heather

baiting Eric
to break his parole?

Or someone in her house
was using her picture.

How many people have access
to that router?

Three.

But you don't really believe

that the whole family
is in on it together, do you?

Because I don't care
who you are,

you don't use a picture
of your own kid

as bait for a rapist.

Prove it, lieutenant.

Hobbs is right, Andy.

Let's start with Heather
and see where she takes us.

Where are my mom and dad?

Why couldn't we do this
at our place?

Sorry to split your family up,

but it's the lawyers
who tell us to do that.

You see, they want us to get
clear, individual responses,

so they have us ask everyone
the same questions separately.

Attorneys live to make the world
a tougher place for all of us.

[ Laughs ]
Present company excluded.

I'm sure.

Ask you a few simple questions,

mostly yes or no.

- All right.
- All right. Here we go.

Did you ever have contact
with Eric Riley?

Did you ever call him
or e-mail him,

Facebook, anything?

No.

Do you know why

he would have this picture
of you in his house?

No.

Is that it?

Not quite.

Now we need to ask
a couple of harder questions.

Like?

Like why are you lying to us?

- Excuse me?
- You're lying, Heather,

and you need
to cut it out right now

and start telling us the truth,

or you're gonna get
in really big trouble.

[ Voice breaking ] Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Is the reason you're lying have
anything to do with the fact

that Eric Riley was murdered
two days ago?

Eric Riley?

Er... he was murdered?

We know you had contact with him
through e-mail.

You were encouraging Eric

to break
the terms of his parole.

You even sent him a link

showing him how to remove
his ankle monitor.

Do you deny any of this?

Eric Riley destroyed my family.

I was just a kid.

And the world that I grew
up in... it exploded!

Is Eric Riley dead?
Is he... is he really dead?

Because I-I had nothing
to do with killing anyone.

Right.

Let's, uh,
change subjects for a moment.

Tell us how you first started
working with Manny Diaz.

and, yes,
we know about you and Manny,

so please don't add another
count of perjury here, okay?

Perjury?

Flynn: A little white lie,
hobbs.

Manny and I...

Manny just asked me
to send Eric some e-mails.

He didn't tell me why, exactly.

I guess he was trying
to get Eric Riley back in jail

before he hurt someone else.

But if Eric is really dead,

then I don't...
I don't have to worry.

I had nothing to do with that.

Well, sorry to break it to you,

but you did
have something to do with it.

You are an accomplice
to a murder.

Every e-mail you sent,
your visit to Eric's house...

What? No...

I never went to Eric's house.

Don't go back to lying again.

I'm not!
I never once met Eric Riley.

I mean, e-even if I wanted
to do such a thing,

Manny would have
never allowed it.

I-I would never, okay?
I only wrote him e-mails.

I swear
that I only wrote him e-mails.

She sounds believable.

But if she's not the girl

that Eric Riley
was talking to in his house,

then, Deputy Diaz, who was it?

[ Clears throat ]

I thought you might
look up this strategy online.

Yeah?

Well, I don't need to cheat
to win.

And you can write that down
in your evaluation.

Also that I can handle
the stress of being a witness

and that when I get hurt,
I bounce back really fast.

Care to give me an example

of that "Bouncing back
really fast" thing?

You have my file.

Can't you just, like,
read it a little?

I'm performing

a psychological evaluation
of your personality,

and so far,
on our second day together,

that evaluation reads
"Uncommunicative, uncooperative,

and easily irritated."

I understand why you might
be mad about your situation.

Hey, I am not mad, all right?

The reason I haven't been
more cooperative, Dr. Joe,

is that just like
you are evaluating me,

I am evaluating you
and trying to decide

why what you think about me
matters.

Mm-hmm.

Hmm. I see.

Well, in many ways,
what I think doesn't matter.

But in terms of whether you'll
be allowed to participate

in a police operation aimed at
arresting the person or persons

making threats
against your life,

it matters very much,

because if I turn in my report
to Chief Taylor right now...

I can take care of myself.

Whatever your report says,
I can take care of myself.

Well, I've read your file,

and it indicates you've found
a way to survive

through some pretty difficult
circumstances.

Yeah.

But I should also say I've met
a lot of kids just like you

who've had
to take care of themselves,

and I've yet to run across one
who deserved to be doing that.

And I'm not sure you understand

in taking care of yourself
the way you did,

you were subjected
to a form of physical abuse

that, legally,
we would call rape.

Rape?

No. I...

I was never raped.

I charged people
for what I... did.

I solicited.

I chose to do that.

And did you also choose
to be left behind in L.A.

When your mother drove off
with her boyfriend?

Did you choose
to live on the streets

when you were 15 years old?

And if you didn't choose
those things,

would you describe

taking care of yourself
under those conditions as...

As something you deserved?

Diaz: I'm not sure
you guys can understand

just how angry I've been
about all this.

Okay, yes,
I wanted to kill the guy

who did this terrible thing
to my daughter,

but somebody beat me to it.

And who do you think that is?

I don't know, captain.

Could you please extend me
a little professional courtesy?

Because if I would have actually
murdered that little creep,

I promise you,
you would have never known.

Flynn: That's a lot more
professional courtesy

than you deserve, Diaz,

'cause I think we figured out
your plan pretty damn fast.

Unless you can prove
this girl Heather

knew what our deputy was up to,

conspiracy to commit murder
is out.

I could maybe arraign him
for attempt.

That's a distant
fallback position, Andrea.

Someone needs to be charged
with homicide.

Sanchez: ...Opportunity,
and we have means,

and we have your coconspirator.

You can't talk your way
out of this.

- Coconspirator?
- Heather told us everything.

Well, that must have
been quick,

'cause Heather
doesn't know anything.

Is that how she ended up

face-to-face
with her sister's rapist?

What?

I would have never
allowed Heather

within a mile of Eric Riley.

We have a witness who saw her
in Eric Riley's bedroom.

Yeah? Well, your witness
is lying, okay?

Heather didn't even have
that asshole's address.

I made sure of that.

Then who's the other girl
you had inside the Riley house?

There was no other girl!
Don't you get it?!

That was the whole point!

Eric Riley was never, never,

never gonna touch
another girl again,

not if I could help it...
Never!

There was no other girl!

We will not answer
any more of your questions.

You only brought us here
to smear my son's memory.

No. No, ma'am.

We asked
you and your family downtown

because we have a suspect
in Eric's murder.

Sharon:
And if you help us,

we can probably make our arrest
in a few minutes.

If we're helping you, then why
did you just read us our rights

like we're as awful as Eric?

Kim!
Honey.

Tao: When we're talking
about homicide,

we're required
to read people their rights,

especially when we're this close
to making an arrest.

You really think you know
who killed my son?

We do.

Sykes:
I'll show you six photos,

one of which should be a picture

of the girl Eric was talking to
in your house last week.

What girl?

- You didn't see her?
- No.

And you, Miss Riley...
did you see her?

Eric wasn't allowed visitors.

Yeah, I didn't want
to worry you, Nicole.

There was...
I came home early,

and there was a young lady
in Eric's room,

and I asked her to leave.

And that's her

in the middle
on the bottom row.

And that is the woman
that we have in custody.

[ Exhales sharply ]

Thank God.

W-why did she do it?

She didn't.

Actually, Mrs. Riley,
she was never in your home,

and she never met Eric.

And your husband just lied.

Isn't that right,
Dr. Riley?

Now I'm going to explain
what's about to happen here.

There are how many routes,
Lieutenant Tao?

13.

13 routes between your house

and the bridge
where we found your son.

We're out pulling video from
cameras along all these routes.

Sometime during that journey,

we'll find film of the driver
of that car

who took Eric to that bridge.

And if that driver is you,
the sooner you tell us,

the easier
we can make it for you.

Provenza: I think you have
some experience

about what a long and costly
trial can do to a family.

Be straight with us.
Right now.

We'll get you an attorney, and we will
plead this down to second degree murder.

Carl.

Carl, what are they saying?

- Dad, this isn't...
- What did you do?

- They're not...
- What happened?!

- I mean...
- What did you do?!

It was all starting again!

There was going to be
more girls,

more accusations,
and more victims!

I found him on our computer,
talking to that girl!

[ Sobbing ] I confronted him!

And do you know
what what Eric told me?!

To mind my own business!

No! That is not my boy!

Your boy was a monster,
and he was on the verge

of ruining all of us!

How could you let him
out of jail?!

How could you?!
You knew what he was!

How could you?!

[ Grunts ]

[ Screaming ]

Stop... stop it!

How could you?!

[ Sobbing ] How could you?!

[ Sobs ]

Sharon: I'm sorry, doctor,

but if you had just contacted
Eric's parole officer

instead of taking justice...

That would have
only delayed the inevitable!

Do you not get that?!
Do you not understand?!

When I killed him,
Eric had a condom in his wallet!

He hadn't used it,
but he wanted to.

All he needed was the chance.

I could not just sit and wait

for him to start the whole thing
all over again!

God!
[ Pounds on desk ]

What choice did I have?

That's a good question
for your attorney.

Let's call him, shall we?

I've just spoken
with the sheriff's office,

and they've scheduled a hearing
for you tomorrow at 9:00 A.M.

And what about
giving me my guns back?

We'll forward them
to your bosses.

Great.

I'm probably suspended.

That's up to your supervisors.

You caught your murderer
and ruined my life.

Feel good about that?

Losing your job
is the least of your worries.

You had an illegal firearm
in your possession.

You ran illegal
background checks on Eric Riley.

There are enough overt acts
toward homicide

that with your statement,
we could still

prosecute you
for attempted murder.

- Would you prefer that?
- Yeah, maybe.

Let people judge

whether Eric Riley
was a victim or not.

That's crazy. He's dead.
It's over.

When you allow your daughter
to date a monster

and she kills herself,

it's never over.

Never.

[ Door slams ]

Rusty: I don't see
how feeling sorry for myself

will change anything.

It won't bring my mom back,

won't change
what happened to me.

Pity is one thing.

Sympathy is another.

Forget about yourself
for a second.

Picture...
another 15-year-old boy,

walking through the zoo
at Griffith park,

expecting to be picked up
by his mom.

Picture him waiting.

Picture his panic
as he begins to understand

his mother's not showing up.

Picture him with no resources
and no clothes and no food

and nothing but the knapsack
that he was carrying with him,

walking three miles back to the
apartment where he'd been living,

only to find one small suitcase,
packed,

and left behind.
And himself alone.

Can you picture that, Rusty?

Yeah.

I can picture that.

Yeah.

[ Inhales sharply ]

Anything you'd like to say
to that boy?

I'd t...

I'd tell him
that it wasn't his fault...

And that even though he might
have to do some...

bad things...

[ Sighs ]

T-though some bad things
might happen to him,

that he'd end up with people
who cared about him.

So... you do have some sympathy
for that boy?

Yeah.

Sure.

[ Sniffles ]

Okay.

Okay.

I was supposed to do
a straight two days with you,

but we had a little trouble
getting started, so...

Fill out this paperwork,

and, uh, I'll make some time for
you right before Christmas,

and we'll see
if we can finish up.

Wait, wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait.

Uh, what about our game?

Stalemate.

What?

No. Not even close.

Yeah.

I do this.

You do that.

I do this.

You do that.
It's done.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Seriously?
I-I thought that...

I don't mind fighting to a draw

if it teaches me something
about my opponent.

Come in handy
next time we play.

Meanwhile,
fill out the paperwork

and have it sent over
to my office,

and, uh, I'll see you
in a couple weeks.

Okay.

Set them up again.

Really?

I have nowhere to be right now,

so... set them up again.

And this time,
faster playing and no questions.

Let's see
what you're really made of.

Oh, it's on.

It is on.

That's a chess clock.

Oh, yeah.

You said it's on, so it's on.

Unless you object
to being timed.

Oh [Laughs] no, no.

I'm ready.

[ Clock ticking ]