Major Crimes (2012–2018): Season 2, Episode 14 - All In - full transcript

A man is killed over a bad investment, but Major Crimes finds several possible suspects. Meanwhile DDA Rios comes to blows again with Sharon and Rusty.

[ Water rushing ]

[ Metal taps, scrapes ]

Steve, keep up with me,
would you?

I am. I am.

I'm not going to hunt
all over this country club again

- if you get lost.
- I haven't gotten lost here in weeks.

Hey! Hey, Mike.

- How much money do you think
we're gonna make tonight? - A lot.

There was a high-school
tournament here yesterday,

and they're terrible players.

[ Clang ]
Mike!



Stop being so loud.
We'll get caught.

There's no one around.
Just hurry up, Steve.

The sooner you get in the water,
the sooner we can get out of here.

Hey, how come I always have to go in the water?
How come you never have to go--

The last time I went in,
you pulled me out four

times 'cause you thought
you heard something,

and we ended up leaving,
like, six golf balls.

Get ready. Go.

But what if someone attacks you
while I'm diving?

Nothing's
going to happen to me.

Just pick up the golf balls,
put them in the net,

and tug on the pole
when it needs to be emptied.

[ Water splashes ]

[ Twig snaps ]



[ Dog barking in distance ]

[ Screams ]

Aah!

Aah!

Hey! Hey, shut up!

- [ Screaming ]
- Hey! Hey! Hey!

You're gonna get us in trouble!
Shut up! Steve!

- There's someone down there!
- There's no one down there, okay?

- [ Gasping ] There's someone down there!
- There's no one down there.

There's someone down there!
There's someone down there!

There's no-- Hey.
There's no one down there.

- There's a dead guy down there!
- A dead-- hey. A dead guy?

- There's a dead man down there!
- Hey, slow down. What? No.

- Hey! Hey! Where are you going?
- There's a dead man down there!

- Hey. Hey, hey, hey. - Let go of me,
Mike! You better let go of me!

- Hey.
- Aah!

Damn it, Steve!

I'm gonna beat the crap
out of you! You little coward!

I'm never bringing you with me
anywhere again!

Aah!

Steve!

Steve, wait for me!

Steve!

[ Camera shutter clicks ]

[ Police radio chatter ]

[ Camera shutter clicks ]

Ugh. Skin slippage says your
victim's been in the water

over 48 hours, held in place
by those cinder blocks.

Tao: Yeah,
but the ropes came loose.

Well, he was getting gassy.

Yeah. Talk about
playing with a handicap.

Sanchez: The boys collect golf balls
from the lake twice a week, sir,

and they sell them back to the
pro shop for a dollar apiece.

And the kids say that
the victim wasn't in the water

Thursday night.

Buzz...

Driver's license on the body
says his name is Dennis Dietz.

House backs up to the other side
of the golf course.

Mike, you have any idea how
the body ended up in the lake?

Golf-cart tracks lead
right up to the shoreline.

I'm assuming the body
was originally wrapped up

in this drop cloth.

It started to work itself free.

Let me check with security here

and see when this guy
played his last round.

Flynn? Flynn?
You all right?

What? Oh, yeah, yeah.
Sure. Well, mostly.

Hey, y-you ever see
"The Nutcracker"?

It's a Christmas ballet.

It's got this, you know,
little song and whatever

about
sugar-plum fairies.

That's a little off-topic,
isn't it?

Sykes: Okay, Lieutenant Provenza,
running the name Dennis Dietz.

No criminal record,
but two weeks ago,

he filed a fraud complaint with his
wife and three of his friends,

saying they were cheated out
of $2 million by a scam artist.

Oh. Well...
Here, give this to Tao

and tell him to translate it
for us in plain English.

Sir, guy looks like
the back of his head

was used as a driving range.

Kendall: Yeah, yeah--
extensive cranial damage

probably caused
by an identifiable instrument.

Lieutenant, more golf clubs.

Four separate
blows to the head,

and the striations on this club
line up with those on the skull.

How long has the victim been dead?
[ Door opens ]

Uh... an informed guess--
about three days ago.

Tao: Well, that tracks.
The victim's wife completed

a preliminary missing-persons
report Friday night

when Mr. Dietz didn't
make it home for dinner.

Did we drop the ball here at all?

No. We followed policy.

No investigation on adults
missing less than 72 hours

without obvious
suspicious circumstances.

Hmm.
Looks plenty suspicious now.

Yes. It does.
Thank you.

Mike, would you,
uh, inform the Captain

about the fraud complaint?

Uh, Mr. Dietz, his wife,
and some friends

pooled about $2 million into
their own little mutual fund.

Mr. Dietz was in charge
of investing that money,

and he lost it.

And how is that fraud?

Tao: First of all,
let me explain the difference

between asset management
and venture capital.

No, no, no, no, no!
We are not doing that.

Oh, but to fully grasp--

Mike, this is not
a financial seminar.

How did our victim lose
the $2 million

that he and his friends
invested? Period.

Mr. Dietz sold
all his stocks and bonds

and bought a 49% interest
in a brand-new app

that turned out to be
vaporware.

Vaporware--
why do I know that term?

Whenever a fantastic new
computer program is announced

but never makes it to market,

all the money that went
into developing it--

- Vaporizes, that's right.
- Mm-hmm.

So, Mr. Dietz traded his cow
for magic beans.

Flynn, are you following this?

Yeah. Yeah.
Magic beans.

But Mr. Dietz was trying
to make up for his losses.

- How? - By cashing out a
trust fund left to him by his father

and taking $500,000

to gamble at
the Blackjack tables in Vegas.

- Vegas? - When the victim
didn't check in to his hotel,

his wife also tried filing a missing-persons
report with Las Vegas Metro.

They told her to try back
in a few days,

so she drove to Vegas herself and started
hunting through casinos for him.

Where did the original
$2 million from the mutual fund

- come from?
Sanchez: - Ma'am...

according
to the fraud complaint,

Dietz's investors
were his wife, Aubrey,

her brother, Charles Mason,
a dermatologist...

Has a house three blocks away
near the same golf course.

...his college roommate,
Rick Marlowe...

Also lives in the neighborhood.

Also a member
of the country club.

...and their contractor,
Barry Lawrence,

who remodeled all their homes.

Broke his leg and his knee
two weeks ago.

So that would make it
very difficult for him

to get around a water hazard.

Add in Geoff Klein,

the scam artist
that developed the vaporware

and who Mr. Dietz gave
all their money to,

and Jason Dietz,
the victim's son,

whose college fund was lost,
as well.

And we have an olympic-sized suspect pool.
[ Chuckles ]

Flynn: You know
what it sounds like to me?

It sounds like our victim
accidentally screwed

his family and friends,

got overly desperate
to fix things,

and ended up murdered
for his $500,000.

Provenza: Great, Flynn. You've
caught up with the rest of us.

So, to review,
our primary suspects seem to be

Sonny, Techie, Limpy,
Roomie, Wifey, and Doc.

Should we notify the family,
see how they react?

Yes. But before we do,

considering there's $500,000
still unaccounted for,

I think it's time
we finally followed up

on the missing-persons
report.

[ Police radio chatter ]

My idiot brother-in-law goes
missing for three whole days

while you do nothing,

and now, when the police
finally start looking for him,

it's at his own house.

Tao: Dr. Mason,
we regret the added stress

serving a search warrant
causes,

but when your brother-in-law
disappeared,

- he had $500,000 on him. - Don't you think
we've already looked for that money?

We've been over every
square inch of this house.

- And the yard.
- And the garage.

Dad must have taken the cash
with him. Damn it.

- He's probably in Brazil by now.
- Hey. I've known Dennis since we were 18.

He may not be the savviest guy
on Earth, but he would never

- leave us hanging like that. - Oh, my God!
Rick, how can you go on defending him?

I told you we should have never
given him control of the money,

and now look what's happened.

His father was a stock broker.
So I thought--

Oh, his father was a broker?

If his father
was a dermatologist,

would you let the idiot do
your Botox injections?

Dennis isn't an idiot, Chuck.
He's-- he's just trusting.

Someone must have robbed him
and maybe even hurt him, too.

[ Voice breaking ] He could be
in-- in a hospital somewhere...

Mrs. Dietz, when's the last time
you saw your husband?

[ Sighs ]
Friday afternoon,

um, a little after lunch

when he went to play golf
with Chuck.

I was trying to talk him
into splitting

the $500,000 he was about
to lose in Vegas with us,

try to keep
Jason here in college.

And you didn't get anywhere?

[ Sighs ]
Not even to the 18th hole.

Dennis stalked off
and drove away.

Flynn: So, uh...

when did you first suspect
that Dennis was missing?

At dinner,
when he never came home.

Then he quit answering
his cellphone.

That's never happened before.

And the next day,

when he still hadn't checked in
to the hotel

and the Vegas police said
they couldn't help me, either,

well, I drove up there myself
and started looking for him.

And, yes, I wanted to find
the money, too.

But now...

I just
want Dennis to come home.

I just want him to come home.

Jason: [ Sighs ]

What about an update
from you guys?

Any info where Dennis is or
where that $500,000 has gone?

Flynn: Um... yeah.

Mrs. Dietz, Jason,
Dr. Mason, Rick,

why don't we just sit down
and talk for a minute?

Oh, my God.
What is going on?

Why do we have to sit down?

Look, you people need to be
looking for dad extra-hard--

- today.
- Yeah.

Well... I have some bad news
about that, Jason.

Take a seat.

Take a seat.

[ Door beeps ]

Sir, no money,
no sign of a struggle,

- and his golf bag's missing a nine iron.
Sykes: - His cellphone isn't here.

They do have a golf cart in the
garage, but it's sparkly clean.

Of course it is.

Country club security sent me
a video file of Mr. Dietz

leaving their parking lot in his
own car late Friday afternoon.

Tao: I checked Impound. The
victim's Mercedes convertible

is completely off the grid,
and so is his cellphone.

Aubrey: [ Crying ] No! Please, no!

- [ Sobbing ]
- Yeah.

Well, um...

getting ahold of the phone
and the car won't hurt.

But to find the killer,
we need to find the money.

And we are not the only ones
looking for it.

Sharon: Mike?

Tao: Checked all the card clubs
between here and Nevada,

all the Indian gaming casinos
in Palm Springs,

airport parking lots
in both states--

our victim's Mercedes
convertible is nowhere.

Julio?

Dietz's phone hasn't
been turned on since Friday.

Incoming calls from his wife,
his son, Rick Marlowe.

No outgoing calls at all,
ma'am.

- Lieutenant?
- Well, so far, none of our suspects

have been stupid enough
to deposit $500,000 in a bank.

Yet.
Alibis-- Friday night?

Flynn: Yeah, Roomie says
he was at a play.

His credit cards support that.

Sonny was at USC
with some friends,

and Wifey was at the house
alone

until she called Sonny
and told him to come on home.

We've called Limpy and Techie--
no answers yet.

Uh... I hate to sound politically
correct about this...

- Here we go...
- ...but can we call Geoff Klein [Sighs]

"Scammy" instead of "Techie"?

Naming him Techie
is derogatory to those of us--

You can call him "Guilty" if you can find
him and put a golf club in his hand.

Scammy is not at his house, and
his office address is a PO box.

And I've got a broadcast out
on his car.

- What about Doc?
- Well, actually, since I met Doc,

I think of him
more as "Grumpy."

He may have been the last person
to see our victim alive.

But I'm not sure
about--

Emma: What the hell
is going on here?

I can't believe you'd go
behind my back like this.

Go behind your back? We don't
even have a prime suspect yet.

I'm not talking
about this murder.

I am talking about the trial
of Phillip Stroh

and how you sent my material
witness for a psych evaluation

without my permission.

Do you not realize
this is all discoverable,

that the defense will now be
able to accuse Rusty

- of mental instability? - What? Wait,
wait, wait, wait, wait. I'm sorry.

A-are you telling me
that everyone in the world

- is gonna know that I saw a shrink?
- It's nothing.

The defense brings up
bullshit like this all the time.

Everyone here has been
to a psychiatrist.

Hey, I'm seeing one right now.

Sort of.
Sort of seeing one.

Andy, please.

Let's continue this conversation
in private, Emma.

Rusty.
Lieutenant Provenza.

Hey. Hey.
What the hell is up with you?

Nothing.
A-all right, look.

[ Inhales deeply ]
I'm seeing, um, a counselor

because I'm trying to make
things up with my family.

And while I was doing that,
I sort of lied to my ex-wife.

Why would you lie to your ex?

I don't know.
Force of habit? All right.

After I brought Sharon
to Nicole's wedding,

everybody started asking
about her.

So, maybe I let my ex think,
like,

I was a little closer to Sharon
than I really am.

And now my whole family
wants me to bring Sharon--

Stop calling her that.

What? That's her name.
What?

Emma: So, Lieutenant, you proposed
placing my witness on the street

in a police operation as bait
without my permission.

That's what this psych
evaluation is all about?

Emma feels left out of the loop.

When it comes to the trial
of Phillip Stroh, I am the loop,

and if you are endangering
the life of my witness--

If you really cared about me,

you would have made a deal
with Stroh a long time ago.

That's a valid point.

I have LAPD Officers camped outside
my condo and my building 24/7.

That's your choice and his.

I have gone above and beyond

trying to find this boy
a safe place to live.

Look, you don't want to sweat
the psych evaluation.

You want to stop worrying
that we'll somehow lose the kid

in an SIS operation--

uh, even though that's
never happened before

in the history
of this department--

it's easy.

End the Stroh case right now
by taking death off the table.

Again, that is not
my decision, Lieutenant.

And since a trial is necessary,

if something
should happen to Rusty--

Let me ask you something.

Has anyone here
been totally honest with you

about how dangerous
going on the street could be?

Oh. Oh, you're so worried
about me.

The streets are so unsafe.

Where were you when I lived
on the streets, Emma?!

You know, d-don't even act
like you care about me, okay?

You couldn't care less
about me,

or you wouldn't be trying
to stop me from seeing a doctor,

which is exactly what
you are doing right now.

Do you even get
how horrible that is? God.

[ Door slams ]

All I meant to say was
[Sighs]

performing a psych evaluation
of a witness

becomes an issue at trial.

And we should be making
decisions like that together.

Legally, I have all the rights

and responsibilities
of a mother,

and I do not need to ask
your permission

to seek medical attention
for my son.

Provenza: Uh, Emma,
I suggest that you freak out

over the psych evaluation
after you've read it.

Meanwhile, we have
a fresh murder to consider,

and the victim's
college roommate

just walked through the door.

- Hey, Rick.
- Look.

Thanks for spending
so much time with us

this morning--
very helpful.

But, uh, since you left,
I found out some stuff,

and I was just wondering...

Uh, I-I was wondering

maybe if we could speak
in... confidence.

Hold on. Hold on.
Lower your voice.

He needs to speak
in confidence.

Right.

Lieutenant,
we're gonna take Mr. Marlowe

for a private conversation in
the visitor's conference center.

Shh.

Keep your voice down, sir.

[ Sighs ]
First of all,

I don't want you guys jumping
to any conclusions.

Oh, sir, the police hate
jumping to conclusion

worse than anything.

Because everyone
involved in this mess

has known each other
for so long.

So, when Dennis missed

paying out our Christmas
dividend from the fund,

we were really surprised
and... hurt.

How hurt?

Everyone loved Dennis,
despite what Chuck is saying,

so let's just be clear
about that.

We were all searching for him.

I went down to the airport to
see if he'd flown out somewhere.

Aubrey trooped through all the
casinos on the Las Vegas strip

showing his photograph
to dealers.

God knows how many hands
they made her play.

Can we get security footage
from LAX

verifying Rick Marlowe's story

and video from Vegas confirming

that Aubrey Dietz
was looking for her husband?

LAX-- no problem.
I'll see if I can get

all the casinos to forward us
their Saturday night pit scans.

God. Watching other people
gamble. How fun.

Now, maybe we put
too much pressure on him.

We wanted the money back,
sure, but...

especially, um...

Barry.

That's your contractor?

He got caught flipping houses
during the credit crunch of '08.

So he needed the money back a little
bit more than the rest of us.

It may be Limpy, after all.

Always
the guy with the crutches.

Well, sir, we can work it out

so that you stay
totally anonymous.

Mm-hmm.

After you guys left,
I drove over to Barry's house

to tell him the bad news
about Dennis.

I was sort of circling
the block, hunting

for the right words 'cause Barry
was the most insistent

about pursuing the fraud complaint
against that Geoff Klein asshole.

Turns out Geoff Klein
didn't do anything illegal.

Dennis was just
way too damn trusting, you know?

So, you were circling the block
outside Barry's house...

And I found Dennis' Mercedes
parked on the street.

I look
through the windows--

so my fingerprints,
they may be on it, by the way.

Oh. [ Scoffs ] Sir.

- [ Scoffs ]
- So, what was inside the Mercedes?

Inside was his cellphone,

and then, there was, uh,
blood all over the front seat.

[ Police radio chatter ]

Limpy isn't answering the door,
but I found the extra key

on the porch where
Roomie told us it would be.

Hmm.

Sanchez: LAPD!

[ Dog barks in distance ]

LAPD!

Tao: Clear!

Sykes: Clear!

Clear!

Clear!

Tao: Clear.

Clear!

Clear!

Guys! Guys!

[ Gasps ]
Don't shoot! Don't shoot!

I-I did it! I did it! I'm sorry!
I just wanted my money back.

Please, don't kill me!

I-I admit it!
I-I admit everything!

No. No.
We're pointing guns at you.

Don't admit everything
just yet.

Hey, Buzz! We're gonna read you
your rights.

Then you can say
whatever you want.

Sanchez: You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say
can and will be used

- against you in a court of law.
- Buzz! Buzz!

- What?! What?!
- Did you not hear us?

- I'm running.
- Let's go. Go. Set up. Go, go!

Set up!
The guy wants to talk.

Okay, now you can admit
everything.

But first, we need you
to identify yourself.

Um... hi.

Uh, m-my name is Barry Lawrence.

And... I...

I want a lawyer.

[ Sighs ]

Rusty: - Is your murder over yet?
Sharon: - Not really.

I have a confession
I can't corroborate.

We served search warrants
to all of our suspects,

and none of them has the
$500,000 I'm looking for. Why?

Okay, um,
when my evaluation is over,

is everyone really going to
read it? I mean, really?

And-- and Emma, too?

Especially Emma.
[ Sighs ]

She'll need to figure out a way

to keep it from coming up
at trial.

B-but I thought
everything I said to Dr. Joe

was, like, private.

The specific details
that you give him,

of course,
will remain confidential,

but the evaluation will be
a one or two-paragraph summary

of the Doctor's conclusions.

Okay, b-b-but why does
there have to be a summary?

Well, how else is Chief Taylor

gonna sign off
on your participation,

and how am I supposed to give
my informed consent?

Wait, you get to read
the summary, too?

Are you kidding me?!

I'll show it to you, Rusty.
There's nothing to worry about.

In fact, the results
of the personality test

may end up helping you.

[ Muffled ] I don't see how.

Well, for example,
have you figured out

what you're going to be
when you grow up?

A witness, obviously,

because this trial is going to
last the rest of my life.

I can't believe how unfair
all of this is, Sharon.

Will complaining
make it easier?

I knew you would say something
like that, Sharon. I knew it.

[ Cellphone rings ]
Yes. Lieutenant?

Uh, so, we think Limpy is ready
for a partial confession.

To murder?

- No.
- To what? Dumping the body?

- Uh... no.
- Okay.

Is Limpy going to tell us
where the money is?

- I'm afraid not.
- All right, what is he confessing to?

Well, he's hired Madeline Morgan
as his lawyer,

and she has generously offered

to have her client plead
guilty to assault,

reducible
to misdemeanor battery.

What world
is Madeline Morgan living in?

Her client confessed.

Eh... but then he didn't.

I'll be right there.
[ Sighs ]

[ Cellphone beeps ]

Well, I don't know
if Limpy has an alibi,

but he has no mobility.

Guy can't even drive his own
car, much less the victim's.

But our victim was small.

If he rolled him up in that--
that big drop cloth--

- like contractors use.
- He redid all their homes, though.

Any one of them could
have dragged the poor

guy around in the golf
cart, even limpy.

- Yeah.
- Oh, ah, ah, ah, ah.

Look, um...
Nicole's two little stepsons

are gonna be in "The Nutcracker"
tomorrow night.

You know, the Christmas ballet
I was talking about?

The music's famous,

and some of the dancers
are professionals.

- I'm not going.
- What? Oh, God. God, no!

I'm not--
I'm not asking you.

- [ Sighs ]
- Look, I was wondering

because Nicole's kind of
expecting me to bring her.

If I ask the Captain
to come with me tomorrow,

do you think she would take it
the wrong way?

Probably not.

But if you have
an extra ticket,

who you should really bring
along is your psychiatrist

so he could ask you,
"What the hell are you thinking?"

Now, is that
our suspect's financials?

May I see them, please?

Sharon:
It's clear you were having

a bit of a cash-flow problem,
Mr. Lawrence,

and you've already told us
what happened.

His bank account
isn't the issue here,

and don't even bother
bringing up excited

utterances and
spontaneous statements.

He was surrounded by LAPD
detectives pointing guns at him.

Oh, because he was caught
hiding under his bed, ma'am.

You people broke into his home.

How was he to know
you were really police?

Because you were running around
shouting "LAPD"

with your weapons drawn?

I have a frightened man
on crutches,

alone, struggling to survive.

I can feel the jury turning
on you from where we sit.

How? Your client said
he beat up the victim

because he wanted his money.
He said, "I did it."

Geoff Klein doesn't want any
trouble. Why should you care?

- Geoff Klein? Is that the vaporware guy?
- I only hit him with one crutch.

- Be quiet until I tell you otherwise.
- Tao, is he talking about Techie?

Scammy, please. Maybe that's why
they can't find Geoff anywhere.

The guy's dead.

So, you don't know where
Geoff's body is. Is that it?

"Geoff's body"?
What does that mean?

And where is Rios going
with my deal?

That was for another murder,
Madeline.

What other murder?

Dennis Dietz was clubbed
to death inside his Mercedes,

and we found that vehicle
parked down the street

- from your client's house yesterday.
- Dennis is dead?

- Oh, my God.
- Okay. Let's just slow down a second here.

- Where is the rest of our money?
Where is the money?! - Barry! Shut up.

Sharon, I don't like
having crap sprung on me

when I've come here to deal
in good faith,

especially considering
Klein is as alive as I am

and doesn't
want to press charges.

This other murder--
out of the blue.

I understand.
Let me ask Barry two questions.

If I can verify his response,

then I will let your client go.

What are your questions?

Mr. Lawrence,
where were you Friday night

between the hours of 7:00 PM
and midnight?

And if Geoff Klein
is still alive, where is he?

My client's answers should be
considered hypothetical

until you keep your word.

So don't think you can use anything
that he says here against him.

- Fine.
- Let's hear it.

- Friday night...
- Mm-hmm.

I left my house
around 6:30,

and then I met with Geoff Klein

around 8:00 PM
at his office.

- He doesn't have an office.
- Listed under his name.

But I had Klein's
real e-mail address.

So I wrote him, pretended like I
wanted to invest in something.

And, lo and behold,
the little fraud told me

where I could find him
right away.

How did you get there,
to Klein's office?

Bus-- route 32.

Took me forever to get there because the
first bus wouldn't even pick me up.

Passed right by me. I mean,
isn't that breaking the law?

I'm already looking at
tape from over 30 casinos,

and you want me to deal
with LA Metro, too?

Do you know how many buses
travel along that route?

I don't care.
Just e-mail the security people,

get all the video for Friday
night's route 32 buses

and get it over here right now
and confirm Limpy's story.

- Yes, sir. - Meanwhile, I'm looking around
his office at all these fancy computers

and whatever else
he's got in there and...

you know, I just demanded
that he sell everything

and just give us back
at least some of the money.

Then he tells me if
we would just leave him alone,

he would make us all rich.

And then he tried to push me
out the door.

I had every right
to defend myself.

Not on Mr. Klein's
property.

And you entered
under false pretenses.

Even though he pushed me?

Okay, just tell us
how you fought back.

[ Scoffs ]
I... I don't know.

I just... slapped him sideways
in the head with my crutch,

and then after he fell, I...

punched after him
with my other crutch...

a couple of times.

But, you know,
then I lost my balance,

and I wound up on my back
like a turtle.

And then Klein drags me out into
the hallway outside of his office

a-and throws my crutches
after me.

And then what did you do?

I made my way back
to the bus stop,

started chasing down
more route 32 drivers

for an hour because,
believe it or not,

those drivers won't stop
and help handicapped people.

Buzz: So,
that's Limpy hitting the bus,

trying to make it stop for him.

And then another driver finally
pulls over and picks him up.

And he stays on the bus
for 40 minutes

until he exits at the stop
by his house at 10:20 PM.

Too late for Limpy to have killed
Dietz and dumped the body.

Sharon:
Which means Scammy's out, too,

since he was fighting with Limpy
during the murder.

Thank you, Buzz.

- Captain.
- Mm-hmm.

[ Door closes ]

What's wrong with Andy?
Is he depressed?

No. He's depressing.

Believe me, there is no crisis.

[ Door opens ]
So, let me guess.

Scammy does not have $500,000
in cash lying around his place.

He does not. But I think you can
go back to calling him Techie.

- Why?
- You know that worthless app

our victim invested
all his money into?

- Vaporware, the magic beans.
- Geoff Klein sold it yesterday

to Morgan-Stanley
for $20 million in cash

and another $20 million
in stock.

So, because of Mr. Klein, here,
AKA Scammy, AKA Techie,

Dennis Dietz died rich.

And each member of his little
investment club is gonna make millions.

So, if Scammy
didn't need the money

and Sonny, Limpy, Roomie,
Wifey, and Grumpy Doc

were all looking for it--

I know.
I know it, Lieutenant.

Who has our missing $500,000?

It's like told Dennis and all
of them, really. I'm a genius.

I don't know why they had
such a hard time grasping that.

All I needed from them
was a little patience.

Now Friend Funder will be

the biggest new investment app
on Wall Street.

- "Friend Funder"?
Tao: - Mr. Klein's app, Friend Funder.

It allows everybody
to do exactly

what the victim and his friends
did-- form their own mutual fund.

And you can name it
and track your successes

against the big players like
Vanguard and Berkshire Hathaway.

Why didn't Dennis Dietz
and the other investors not know

that you were on the brink
of such a brilliant success?

Because when the app
didn't sell on their schedule,

they fixated
on my previous projects.

- Such as?
- Well [Scoffs] there are so many.

But, like, the "Where's My Pet"
app, for example.

It turned out the GPS link
to "Where's My Pet"

wasn't as precise
as it could have been.

Like, sometimes,
it showed your dog

at your neighbor's house
or loose on the street.

People would freak out
and run home from work.

Someone got in a wreck,
you know,

looking for their chihuahua
or something. I don't know.

Look, I'm running out of time,

and I got to get this "Nutcracker" thing
settled by tomorrow night. And I--

If you don't want to admit
that you've let your family

think the wrong thing
about the Captain,

just tell them work came up.

No, no, no!
Then I won't see them.

And I want-- I want to spend
time with my daughter,

and my son
is gonna be there, too.

And maybe, just maybe,
they'll invite me

to spend Christmas with them
this year

instead of just having me
drive by after dinner.

And, hey, you know-- and "The
Nutcracker" is famous, you know?

The Captain might like it.

[ Sighs ] Flynn...

the Captain's daughter

is a dancer in
the American Ballet Theatre.

She has probably seen
"The Nutcracker" 1,000 times.

All right, look.
I'll go with you.

And I'll pretend that...
Sharon is too busy to come.

How about that?

Yeah. Right.

T-that's probably better,
anyway.

- Yeah.
- Yeah. Okay.

Thanks.

[ Inhales deeply ]

And then I sort of
misjudged the market

when I created this, uh, app

that had all these
farm-animal ringtones.

It sounds great, right?

It's authentic stuff,
very authentic.

Look, my failures
were just preparation

for the huge success
of Friend Funder.

Did you tell any
of your surviving partners

about this huge success?

I... tried to explain it
to that neanderthal, Barry.

[ Chuckling ]
Man, those crutches hurt.

I said, "Listen, man.
I'm about to make you rich."

He just got all mad at me.

- You want my deeper insights here?
- I think I do, yes.

Dennis and his friends
didn't understand

that investing
is like gambling.

You're literally--
and, by the way,

that's the proper use of the
word "Literally." Look it up.

Anytime you invest,

you are literally exchanging
your cash for a marker,

and you hold on to that marker

while the destiny
of your investment is decided.

See, people like to believe
they're entitled

to some return on partnership
agreements and stock purchases.

They're not.

You're entitled to risk
your money on a game of chance.

Pay up and spin the wheel.
Luck, timing, risk--

Oh, my God.

Thank you, Geoff.
You've been extremely helpful.

Why is it people always seem
so shocked when they say that?

Rick:
I don't understand.

Why do you have to
read us our rights

to show us a film
of our family room?

And there's nothing,
really, on it.

Except for that last shot
of Rick.

Is he in some kind of trouble?

Not as far as I know.
Okay, here's another clue.

Buzz.

Hmm. That's your sister going
around to different casinos,

asking a lot of dealers if they
recognize your brother-in-law.

Why is that important?

Because, Aubrey, at every
single table where you played

and talked to the dealer
about your husband,

- you bought chips.
- I had to.

Playing was the only way
the dealers would talk to me.

But why didn't you ever cash
any of your chips back in?

- What?
- Something else interesting, Aubrey.

You've got all these poker chips
out here on the table.

And yet, we know from the video
that the boxes that they came in

are full, like this one.

- No! No!
Mason: - Aubrey! What's wrong?!

- What the hell is going on here?!
- I'm sorry, Doctor.

I just had to confirm that
your sister was working alone

and that you and Jason
weren't accomplices.

Buzz, I think
you should film this.

Here is a $500 chip
from Caesars Palace,

and this
is a $500 chip from Luxor.

These chips
are all from the casinos.

This bunch
is from the Mandalay Bay.

[ Chips clattering ]

And this one...
is from the Mirage.

Let's just say that
all these chips you have here

total around $500,000.

Which is what your husband
had on him when he was murdered.

- Mom reported dad missing. - Yeah,
because she knew it would be 72 hours

before we would even start
to look for him,

which would give her
plenty of time

to drive to Vegas
and hide the cash

while pretending to hunt
for her husband.

I had to do something

to keep Dennis from
putting us on the street!

You don't know
what we went through.

We know better
than you think, ma'am.

Tao: Your chip exchange
was pretty smart,

but your husband's investment
was even smarter.

The app
that your husband financed

just sold...
for $20 million.

- What? - And since your little
mutual fund owned 49% of it...

[ Gasping ]

Oh, my-- oh, my God.

You mean...
we're rich again?

You were always rich.
Don't you get it?

You had a father who cared
so much for his family

that he did every crazy thing
he could do

by trying to make up
for all of his failings.

Having a dad like that

means you were rich
from the day you were born.

And you, Mrs. Dietz...

you were rich, too.

But you didn't want to be,
did you?

You wanted to have
lots of money.

Well, now you got it!

And how is that
working out, huh?!

Provenza:
Flynn, that's enough.

Sharon: Detectives Sykes and
Sanchez, you want to finish up here?

Sykes: Mrs. Dietz,
you're under arrest

for the willful murder
of your husband, Dennis,

with the special circumstance
of financial gain.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be
used against you in a court of law.

You have the right
to an attorney.

If you cannot afford
an attorney,

one will be appointed for you
by the state.

[ Coins clinking ]

Rios. How did we do?

Once I showed her lawyer
the hotel reservations

Mrs. Dietz made to go back
to Vegas two weeks from now...

When she intended to change her
chips back into cash, I'm sure.

- ...and that she drove there Saturday...
Tao: - 'Cause she couldn't fly

with that much money
in her carry-on.

...they agreed to murder two,
17 to life,

because of...
extenuating circumstances.

- You mean marriage?
- Well, the victim

did kind of lose control
of himself a little.

Oh, I disagree. He went out
and tried as hard as he could

to give his family
what they expected from him.

He made a promise to
the people he cared most about,

and he did everything he could
to keep it.

Maybe his methods
were a little crazy,

but his intent
was absolutely right.

Absolutely.

[ Coins clink ]
Sharon: Come in.

Oh, God.

I'm sorry to interrupt.

I need a favor.

Oh?
What kind of favor?

Well, it's costing a fortune

to send my daughter's
new stepkids to ballet class,

and she has no idea

if these two little boys
are getting anything out of it.

And tomorrow night,

they're both in a little bit
of "The Nutcracker."

- Oh, how exciting for them.
- Yeah, but... [Clears throat]

Nicole was looking
for an objective person

who knows a little something
about dance

to tell her if she's wasting
her money on all these leotards.

And I just realized
that could be you.

I'm hardly an expert.

Better than Provenza.

[ Chuckling ]
Oh. I see.

Andy, I'll go with you
regardless.

But would you like to tell me
what's really going on here?

Uh...

no, not really.

So, I'll pick you up
around 6:00.

I'll take you to dinner first
for all the trouble.

It's no trouble.
I'll see you then.

Excuse me.
Do you have a minute?

Because I want to apologize.

I'm...

very sorry

about trying to stop you
from seeing a doctor,

but my concern for your safety
is real.

I don't believe
the state should expose minors

to the kind of danger
you're facing.

Anything else?

Just doing my job.
Sorry.

Your job sucks.

[ Chuckles ]

But that's
an apology I can accept.

Good night, Emma.