Major Crimes (2012–2018): Season 3, Episode 15 - Chain Reaction - full transcript

Child: Come on, come on!

[Indistinct conversations]

Here you go.

Thank you. [Telephone ringing]

[Indistinct conversations]

[Ringing continues]

["We need a little Christmas" plays]

♪ Haul out the holly ♪ [All gasp]

♪ Put up the tree before
my spirit falls again ♪

♪ Fill up the stocking ♪

♪ I may be rushing things,
but deck the halls again now ♪



♪ For we need a little Christmas ♪

♪ Right this very minute ♪

♪ Candles in the window,
Carols at the spinet ♪

♪ Yes, we need a little Christmas ♪
[Telephone ringing]

- ♪ Right this very minute ♪
- Thank you.

♪ It hasn't snowed a single flurry ♪

♪ But, Santa dear, we're in a hurry ♪

♪ Climb down the chimney ♪

Looks like you missed your cue. [Chuckles]

♪ Lights I've ever seen ♪

♪ Slice up the fruitcake ♪

__

♪ Grown a little leaner,
grown a little colder ♪

♪ Grown a little sadder,
grown a little older ♪



♪ And I need a little angle
sitting on my shoulder ♪

♪ Need a little Christmas now ♪

[Breathes heavily]

♪ For we need a little music ♪
[Dog barks]

- Lou! Lou, that guy just robbed us!
- ♪ Need a little laughter ♪

♪ Need a little singing ♪

- Santa!
- ♪ Ringing through the rafter ♪

♪ And we need a little
snappy happy ever after ♪

♪ Need a little Christmas now ♪

[Gunshot]

[People screaming]

[Gunshots]

Drop your weapon!

[Gunshot]

[Police radio chatter]

Lou: My grandkids are gonna hate me.

I killed Santa Claus.

Didn't you say he was firing
at all the other Santas?

Yes. Shooting wild.

Then you saved Christmas,

and that makes you an American hero.

And us a whole lot safer.

Now, this officer is going
to escort you downtown

and take your statement.

[Police radio chatter]

Okay, victim's I.D. says his name

is George O'Connor from Tioga, North Dakota.

Born 1950, which makes him...
[Ringtone playing]

Too old to be robbing out-of-state banks

like Jesse James.

Good heavens. How many
times can she call me?

Doesn't she have the day off?

Sykes.

Oh.

Assistant bank manager
said she put 120 grand

and exploding dye packs into Santa's sack,

but it's empty.

Well, maybe Georgie here
had a hand-off set up

- with an accomplice.
- Yeah.

But in my reserve training class,

they tell us that the
dye packs should explode

when they go through the bank door, right?

There's a frequency transmitter...

Yet another mystery that
robbery homicide will solve

once we turn this case over to them.

Hold on, sir.

You don't consider the murder of Santa Claus

to be a major crime?

Because in my reserve training class...

Buzz, the first thing you have to learn

as a backup police officer

is how not to get emotionally
caught up in the crime,

which, in this case, is over.

The circle is closed.

Sharon: Lieutenant Provenza.

The circle re-opens.

Captain.

Oh, and your whole family.

What a wonderful surprise.

Is it? I've been calling you.

Uh, my, uh...

We were shopping nearby
for the Christmas party,

and I heard we'd been rolled out.

So, lieutenant, my
understanding is that our robber

dressed up as Santa, held up a bank...

And got killed by the guard... End of story.

Except we can't find the money.

And we have an issue with the body, ma'am.

Rusty: Emily, Ricky, and
I can finish the shopping.

This won't take long,

but there are some things not on my list,

like my eggnog recipe.

Mom, Ricky and I have helped
you make eggnog since birth.

Also, we need to start the baking,

so if I'm not there by dinner, just...

Now you're not making dinner tonight?

No, we can... we can
order out. It's all good.

Thank you.

Emily, Ricky, let's get out of here

before we become witnesses to something.

So, interesting detail...
This is not our robber.

Why do you say that, Mike?

Uh, here's a screen grab

from the bank's security footage, ma'am.

Our robber's beard was totally fake.

And our dead Santa's
beard is the real thing.

Buzz: Wait.

Are you saying the security
guard shot the wrong Santa?

And our robber Santa got away, yes.

Explains why we can't find the cash.

Well, Sykes is looking for

the woman in charge of our dancing Santas...

The c-choreographer.

Her name's Lydia Manning. [Stuttering]

This guy had a gun.

Now, why would someone arm
themselves for [Stutters]

What do you call that thing?

A "flash mob," lieutenant.

I'm gonna look around for
security cameras in the area...

Extra ones.

- Excuse me.
- Thank you, Buzz.

Uh, lieutenant, as you all know,

I'm having a Christmas party tomorrow night,

and are you... are you coming, by the way?

N-no, no, I'll be out of town.

I'm going down to Laguna Beach
with a, um, uh, a-a-a friend,

and... and it's a spur-of-the-moment thing.

Well, then, time is of
the essence for all of us,

so why don't we divide and conquer?

I-I'll stay here and see if
our missing-robber Santa

was a part of this flash-dance thing.

Okay, I'm gonna go downtown and interview

Santas, witnesses, bank employees.

You can handle the choreographer.

Mike, Andy, you come with me.

Uh, just take a quick look, Lydia.

See if you recognize him at all.

God. Yes.

Yes, I-I recognize him from rehearsal.

He was in the third row.

He came in on the hip
thrust during the chorus.

I-I don't know his name.

So, these dancing Santas weren't
friends of yours, ma'am?

No, I-I-I... I put this flash mob together

as a way to publicize my new dance studio.

The Santas were [Sighs] they were...

They were mostly strangers
who responded to an invite

I put up on my website.

Maybe I can access a spreadsheet
of their names on my phone?

Oh, God.

[Ringtone playing]

Yes, Buzz, what is it?

What?

No, uh, no, no, don't... don't move!

We'll be right there!

At first I thought it was oil,
but then I saw it was red.

Provenza: A blood trail.

A blood trail.

A blood tra...

Damn it!

Looks like our pile of
money hit the road, sir.

Yeah, with a bleeding St. Nick.

Sykes?

Um, I'll put out a medical
alert to county hospitals

for all... bleeding Santas.

Come on, Buzz.

I'll help you grab the cameras from in here.

Faith: And then he stepped up to
the counter and gave me a note.

What'd the note say?

It said, "give me money, or I'll shoot."

Something like that. I
turned to Mel for help.

Which is procedure,

as is giving him everything in the drawer.

How much was it?

Almost $120,000.

Around Christmas,

there's tons of cash
deposits in the business line,

but we're trained to avoid
violence at all costs.

Our priority is customer safety.

If I hadn't yelled at the guard,
maybe nobody would've been...

Tao: Buzz collected video

from choreographer Lydia
Manning's personal camcorder,

nine cellphones, four bank security cams,

but not one of them has an angle on
the person who fired the first shot.

Buzz: And you'll notice,

as soon as our robber Santa leaves the bank,

- we lose him in the crowd. See?
- Yeah.

And then there's our
victim, George O'Connor.

He pulls his weapon on camera,
so the first shot wasn't his.

But judging by the
blood trail in the garage,

he must've wounded robber Santa.

What do we know about Mr. O'Connor?

Okay, well, there's no prints in the system.

Gun is unregistered.

The town he comes from
doesn't have a stoplight,

much less a police force.

He's married... Trying to find the wife.

Good news... just heard from patrol.

They were out checking hospitals

when they spotted a guy dressed as Santa

sitting in his car around the
corner from University Medical.

He had the note he used in
the bank robbery on him.

Fantastic!

Not quite. He's dead.

Perfect!

Mystery solved! Justice served!

Let's fill out the paperwork!

Hold on there, Rudolph.
Amy, did they find the money?

No.

Son of a nutcracker.

But we do have an I.D.

Robber Santa's name was Dean Coker.

He was a gym trainer,

and unless the money
disappeared up a chimney...

Robber Santa had an accomplice.

Let me know when the
body gets to the morgue.

So...

Who is this friend you're
spending, uh, Christmas with?

At this rate...

You.

It's just funny.

This is the first time I've gone
into the Christmas season

without having been offered a contract.

You could make more money dancing in L.A.,

and it would go a lot further, too!

Or you could be a
choreographer for flash mobs.

Ah!

I hear those people make a killing.

No? Too soon? Rusty liked it.

Mom, where's the Christmas village?

- The what?
- Emily: Ignore him, Rusty.

He's obsessed with childhood junk.

Whoa! Junk?

No, no, first off,

the Christmas village is very valuable.

It's filled with collectibles.

Rusty, it's... it's a special diorama

made with all these model
buildings from Dickens novels,

and they all light up... It's awesome.

I am so sorry, honey.

I-I left the Christmas village in storage.

Why would it be in storage?

We put it up every year, and... and...

Mom, where are the pinecone elves?

What is this? That looks
like a guilt cookie.

They were falling apart.

- You didn't throw them away?
- I'm afraid I did.

You dumped Harry, Sam, Franklin,

Scotty, and Twinkle in the Trash?

[Laughs] You named the elves?

Mom, these are not just pinecones with hats.

These are part of my childhood.

T-they're a Christmas tradition.

Well, this Christmas,

we can make some new traditions...

The four of us, a new family.

Like me spending the night
at dad's during visits home?

[Cellphone vibrating] 'Cause, you know,
I-I never used to do that before, either.

Well, your father has moved back from Vegas.

He wants to be part of your lives.

I am officially neutral.

Like Switzerland.

Yeah, well, dad's house is no chalet,

let me tell you.

It's... it's so miserable being
over there in the morning.

Oh, look, she's leaving again.

I'm sorry. I have two
dead Santas in the morgue.

There's a new tradition for you.

Oh, this place looks so Christmasy!

Thank you for working so hard on it.

It's so wonderful having
you all under the same roof.

Uh, okay...

If I'm not home in the morning,

Rusty, are you good getting to county?

Yeah, no problem.

Okay, muah. [Chuckles]

Love you. [Door opens]

[Door closes]

[Laughing] Oh, my God!

Start talking. What's going on?

Uh...

Yeah, I-I think you're right.

I think dad's drinking again,
but I can't prove it.

I told you how to prove it.

I don't want to dig through
his trash, Ricky. God.

Staying in dad's awful apartment,

no contract next year,

and mom running out of the
house to go look at dead Santas...

I mean, how horrible does
Christmas have to be?

Let's talk about something else, okay?

Uh, w-what was

that about you going to
county... county what?

Oh, county jail to see my other mom.

She's doing time right now for shoplifting,

but the... the stealing's mostly as a result

of her drug addiction.

Anyway, I-I thought it would be a, um...

Good idea to go over
and cheer her up a little.

You know?

Um, so, I don't have

a whole lot of experience decorating trees,

so if I put an ornament in the wrong place,

just let me know.

Ricky: No, you're doing fine.

Rusty, you're doing great. It's perfect.

Very good. Yeah.

Dr. Morales: The beard on your buff Santa

wasn't the only thing that was fake.

When I removed the
bullet from his posterior,

I found these.

Butt implants?

And this is important because...?

Because he was shot in the
buttocks with a 9-millimeter.

2 inches to the right,

and one of these silicon sacks
might've made a difference.

But the very worst thing he could do

was sit on them in the car.

The gravity and extra pressure
caused him to bleed out.

He might've made it with a
little medical attention.

So, he died parked around
the corner from the hospital.

What stopped him from going in? Or who?

We're still not sure what
role our other Santa here

played in this whole thing.
[Ringtone playing]

Well, maybe they were in on it together

and one Santa double-crossed the other.

Well, if that's true, where's the money?

Yes, Andy?

Flynn: We picked up Mrs. Claus
at the Beverly Hills Hotel,

where she used a credit
card to cover incidentals.

We also found $10,000 cash in her purse

and $5,000 worth of presents in her room.

Why were they visiting?

On vacation from North Dakota.

We haven't notified her yet because, uh...

Because our dancing Santa
wasn't the only one packing.

It's for ladies... get it?... With the pink.

And it's a 9-millimeter.

I have a right to bear arms.

Not without a permit, you don't.

Do you recognize this man?
His name is Dean Coker.

You work for me, you know?

I am a taxpaying citizen of this country.

As are we.

Mm-hmm.

Do you recognize this man?

I want to speak with my husband.

If he was involved in that shooting today,

he was a hero and not a criminal.

What makes you think your
husband's involved, ma'am?

I'm not answering any more
questions about George

until I speak with him.

Doesn't seem like she knows he's dead.

- Answer some questions about yourself, then.
- Or she wants us to think that.

In addition to an unregistered weapon,
you were carrying around $10,000 in cash.

Where did you get that money, ma'am?

I'm not aware of any
laws against using cash.

No, but your husband just danced
his way through a bank robbery,

so we're just curious
about all the big bills.

Have you never heard of shale oil?

'Cause we happen to own
several hundred acres of it

back in Tioga, N.D.,

so, yes, I was shopping
with American currency...

While George went out and did
one of his dance-mob things.

Is he always armed when he dances?

Oh, he's armed wherever we go. We both are.

You can't drive around the country

with that much money and
no way to protect yourself.

Now, why are you badgering
me about that gun,

and where is my husband?

Mrs. O'Connor, we're
very sorry to inform you

that your husband was
shot by a security guard

during the robbery of a bank today, and...

He did not survive, ma'am.

I don't believe that.

What would my husband
have to do with a holdup?

A robber tried to escape.
Your husband intervened.

What are you saying?

G-George is...

George i-isn't...

Where is my George?!

Who shot him?!

Who?

Was it that son of a bitch?

Because I-I do know him!

I saw him!

Where did you see him?

At the rehearsal for the dance.

I went to video it.

George always wants me
to video the rehearsal

so he can...

So he...

[Voice breaking] So he can practice at home.

But...

This man... this man here,
he told me to stop recording.

Now, ordinarily, they
encourage this kind of thing,

but he said the choreographer
wouldn't allow it.

Ma'am, is this the choreographer?

Her name's Lydia Manning.

Yeah. Yeah, that's her.

Real friendly with this bastard, too.

Choreographer organizes
30 Santas as a diversion

so her boyfriend can rob a bank.

Get warrants for Lydia Manning's
cellphone, computer, and house.

Buzz, please document the search.

[Dog barking]

Christmas in Laguna... Sounds romantic.

I got two rooms... one for her, one for me.

There is no romance.

No answer, sir.

Buzz, you're not in the reserves yet.

Wait over there.

Sanchez...

Knock harder.

L.A.P.D.!

Sykes: Clear!

Uh, I get the feeling
that we're kind of late.

Sanchez: Clear! All clear, sirs!

Provenza: I get the feeling

that our robber Santa and our choreographer

were an item.

Buzz, get in here and
start filming! Let's go!

I want a clear record that
everything in this place

is exactly the way we found it.

I'll bet she took the 120 grand and left.

I've got recent searches for
hotels in Mexico on her browser.

Good work.

Get ahold of Border Patrol.

Sanchez: Hey, guys.

In the kitchen. Please be the money.

Please be the money!

Please be the money.

Starter pistol.

A burner phone.

And...

Some battery-operated electronic thing, sir.

Oh, damn. W-where's Tao?

[Beep] Starter pistol.

That's weird. [Beeping]

Last text on this phone is,
"our friend is prepared."

What friend? [Beep]

You know, I think this
is the frequency jammer.

Hey, detective.

You missed something in the trash.

How do you turn this thing off?

Oh, you know what? I think it's the...

Dye packs.

Well, if nothing else,
the dye packs in her trash

suggest that Dean and Lydia
met up after the robbery.

And that maybe she left him
bleeding to death in his car.

So she's either cold-blooded
or in a complete panic.

And we won't know which until we find her.

Well, maybe Lydia hasn't
made it to Mexico yet.

Sykes: What if, instead of
driving over the border,

she took a flight?

The computer search
could've been a misdirect.

Well, she'd have to use a fake I.D.

With that much cash, flying's risky.
[Laughs]

Telling you, that money is
more well-traveled than I am.

Wait. If the dye packs went off in
the trash, they were still armed.

Yeah, yeah, which means the robbers

blocked the radio signal at the bank door.

That's what I said at the crime scene,

- but you said...
- Yeah, yeah.

Tao, uh, how could our robber Santa

have gotten away with that?

Had to know which [Laughs]
frequency to block.

The last text on Lydia's phone

indicates that they had an
accomplice inside the bank.

Okay, we need to review all of the finances

of everybody working there.

This isn't just a robbery.

This is a double case of felony Santacide.

I'll be right there.

I'm so sorry.

I keep thinking we're done,

but now it looks like
our Christmas Eve party

may not happen. It's all right, mom.

Uh, we'll keep going, just in case.

- I will call you if I'm gonna be late.
- Ricky: Okay.

Don't worry.

Bye, mom!

- Bye!
- Bye!

[Door opens] [Sighs]

[Door closes] Did those wine bottles
come out of Jack's garbage?

Yeah, just don't say
anything about that to mom.

But what if she finds out we
knew and didn't say anything?

Here's another Christmas
tradition you need to learn.

Ricky: Right, okay, so, after a certain age,

the holidays are for
our parents, not for us,

so it's our job,

our responsibility, really,

to make them feel like we're having

as great a time as we did when we were 7.

So, i-is that why you were looking so hard

for Harry, Sam, Franklin, Scotty, and...

Twinkle. ...Twinkle?

Rusty, he's our father, so it's our secret.

Why ruin Christmas by telling
her dad dropped out of A.A.?

I have nothing to confess because
I had nothing to do with it!

Tao: So, it's just a coincidence

you started working at
McCormick Savings six weeks

before their first attempted
robbery in over a decade?

Faith, we looked into your credit report.

You have $26,000 in debt at U.S. Bank,

$4,500 at First Republic.

And then there's the flight
you booked to Vancouver.

I-I can explain that!

A one-way flight leaving tonight?

Okay! O-okay, just give me a chance.

I have an online-shopping problem,

- and I took this job to help keep me off
- What did we find at her house?

- The suitcase is packed for Canada, ma'am.
- During the holidays, which is really important...

- But no money.
- To someone with my problem.

- Oh, great!
- And I-I-I'm not fleeing the country!

I'm... I'm...

I'm Canadian.

And my parents bought me a car

for Christmas because I can't afford one,

so I'm flying to Vancouver for
the holidays and driving back.

Okay, we'll check on that.

Tell us one more thing.

Where is Lydia Manning?

- I-I have no idea who that is.
- Come on, Faith.

I-I swear I've never...
I've never seen her before!

I didn't even want to work yesterday!

The schedule changed, and I
was told that I'd be fired

unless I showed up.

I had to switch my flight and everything.

Who wouldn't give you the day off?

Mel... She made me come in,

even though I found
someone to cover my shift.

Tao: Mel... who came in with you yesterday?

Mel, your assistant manager?

Yes. And then she put
me on the business line.

Tao: Our teller, Faith, has
plenty of reasons to rob a bank,

not so for her boss.

Melanie Jordan is a longtime employee.

She's married. She's got a
kid. No financial problems.

Also, no evidence of her
buying burner phones,

a starter pistol, Santa suits,

or anything else connected to this robbery.

Well, maybe she owes money
to the kind of people

that don't do business on paper.

She also would probably know
the frequency to the dye packs.

Sanchez: This way.

Hey, I'm sorry to bring my son.

I called my regular sitter, but
since it's Christmas Eve...

Oh, I understand.

Thank you for coming back down.

Oh, I'm happy to help.

But Kevin has a big
Christmas recital tomorrow

at the cathedral downtown.

Is there somewhere he could
go to practice while we talk?

I'll just help him set up.

Certainly. Detective.

All right, Kevin, let's hear what you got.

She clearly was not on the run.

No, but when we got to her house,
she was just getting out of a cab.

Really? Coming from where?

Cabby said Union Station.

Mel told us she was dropping off a friend,

claimed she was having car trouble.

Was her son in the cab with her?

Yeah, that's the weird thing.

Kevin was sitting alone in
the living room, practicing.

- Should we get a warrant for her house?
- Provenza: On what grounds?

"Woman goes to the train station in a cab

while her son plays his cello?"

Not exactly the smoking
gun we've been looking for.

No, it isn't.

Mike, let's get Buzz to grab

this afternoon's security
footage from Union Station.

Maybe the friend she dropped
off is our choreographer.

Hopefully, with a suitcase full of cash.

[Slow-tempo music playing]

You're really amazing.

[Gasps]

- Sorry.
- No. Thank you.

I, uh...

I feel like I still have the right moves.

[Chuckles]

Where's Ricky?

Oh, he ran out somewhere.

He said it's a surprise.

Is the party gonna happen?

Maybe.

Uh, but it might be a little
later than we planned.

Sharon has her priorities, you know?

Right.

Oh, uh, how was your visit

with your biological mom?

Uh, well...

County jail at Christmas... [Chuckles]

About as fun as it sounds. [Chuckles]

But, you know, it keeps us from pretending

like my mom has no problems
with drugs or alcohol.

Oh, my God.

Why is our not telling mother
bothering you so much?

Well, because I feel like if she finds out

we're holding back that kind of information,

it... it... it's really
gonna hurt her feelings.

I mean, look, I-I-I live here.

I'm with Sharon all the time.
She can handle this.

I'm just, uh...

I'm worried [Sighs] t-that
dad's gonna say he's drinking

because, you know, he... he
feels like he tried to change,

a-and we still cut him out of Christmas.

Yeah, and he probably will say that

because users always find a reason

why it's someone else's
fault they're drinking,

and Sharon knows that.

You just... you don't
understand the whole history.

Mom promised dad that he
would never see his kids again

unless he stayed sober,

and, you know, you may not know this,

but, um, she keeps her promises.

Right.

[Sighs]

Well...

You may have to pretend
like you're 7 at Christmas,

but you and Ricky are still adults.

Does Sharon still tell you
who you can and can't see?

'Cause she doesn't do that to me.

Don't you think this might
be what Jack wants...

for you to not trust Sharon?

[Cello plays "What Child is This"]

[Sighs]

We found the choreographer's
car at Union Station

parked sideways in a
handicap spot right in front.

No money in the Civic

and nothing to point us
to Lydia's whereabouts,

but Amtrak police and Metrolink security

are distributing Lydia's
picture to all their conductors.

Flynn: So, cello boy's mom
goes to the train station

where the woman who robbed
her bank dumped her car?

It is just a coincidence

until we can place the two
of them there together.

Where is the Union Station
surveillance video, Buzz?

Uh, still uploading it, captain.

Patrice: Uh, Louie?

Oh.

Mrs. Perry, how lovely to see you.

- Thank you.
- Is there something we can do for you?

Oh, no, no. I'm here because...

Uh, [clears throat] you
all remember, uh, Patrice.

Uh, she's just going to stick around

while we, uh, wrap up here.

[Clears throat]

And then we're leaving for Laguna.

Or I can wait downstairs.

Oh, no, no. No, no, no, no.

Uh, w-we just have to, uh,
find money from a robbery

and get a confession and
then fill out some paperwork

for a couple of felony murders
involving a Santa flash mob.

Uh, and then we're done.

And... and, uh, we, lieutenant
and I, are going to,

uh, interview a suspect right now.

So...

Uh, oh.

Uh, wait, uh, here's my crossword puzzle.

Here.

I'm, uh... I'm really stuck on 12 across.

Sharon: She was the
choreographer of the flash mob.

No, I don't know her.

You didn't go to the train
station with her today?

What? No.

I had a friend in town,

and I told you, I'm having car trouble.

Are you saying... was this
woman involved in the robbery?

Who is the friend that you
drove to the train station?

I need a name.

Look, Ms. Jordan, it may take
us the rest of the night,

but we will find surveillance video

of you sitting in this woman's car

at the train station, and when we do...

You're going to be charged with murder.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

No.

[Breathing heavily]

[Sniffles]

They forced me to do it.

They threatened my son.

Oh, here we go.

- Who forced you?
- This woman, Lydia,

and her boyfriend... They threatened me!

I mean, what was I supposed to do?

I thought after the robbery, it'd be over,

but then Lydia came to my house.

- Lydia came to your house today?
- Yeah.

She's freaking out because
her boyfriend got killed,

and she wanted to stash the money
with me, and I begged her not to.

I told her I could just take
the money back to the bank,

and it would all be over, and
then she pulled out a gun!

I mean, my child [Sniffles]
was in the house.

[Exhales sharply]

So, she... She took the money

and then she made me
drive her to Union Station,

and as we're pulling up, she
just jumps out of the car.

So, yeah, I was at Union Station,

but I just... I left her car there,

and I got home to my
child as fast as I could.

Oh, my God!

Where was she going... Lydia?

I don't know. I was just...

I was just grateful that
I made it home alive.

- I'm still shaking.
- Okay, okay.

When did Lydia and her
boyfriend first contact you?

[Sighs] Two weeks ago.

They knew all of these things about Kevin...

Where he went to school,

what time we went to bed at night.

And Kevin's father and I were separated,

and we live alone, so I was scared to death.

So, I told them everything that
they asked about the bank.

What line would be cash heavy, what
frequency was tied to the dye packs.

She's got a lot of good answers.

and we won't know if any of them
are true until we find Lydia.

Buzz: Yeah, and that may take a while.

I just finished uploading 120 cameras' worth

of security footage from Union Station.

I've got it synched to the time when...

Oh, holy night. Wait a minute.

Look, it's her...

Our assistant bank
manager in Lydia's vehicle.

We have the car and the suspect.

Okay, we found a shot

of Mel parking Lydia Manning's
red Civic at the train station.

But she was alone, just like she said.

Sharon: So, until we get some word

from Border Patrol or Amtrak
on Lydia's whereabouts,

we are stuck.

[Music continues]

Before we throw in the towel, though,

we'll have a little chat with Kevin.

And I think we should record that chat.

[Music continues]

[Police radio chatter]

Hey, Kevin.

You've been practicing for so long.

Would you like a cookie?

[Sighs] No, I'm on a diet.

Mom and Dean are trying to
get me to be "the new Kevin."

Dean? Who's Dean?

Oh, Dean's my trainer.

I call him "Mean Dean" sometimes.

- Don't tell my mom that.
- Sanchez: We won't tell her.

We won't tell her if you
have a cookie, either.

It's Christmas.

Provenza: I mean, what kind
of mother hires a trainer

for their 9-year-old?

The kind who uses Santa to rob her own bank.

So, why do you need to be the new Kevin?

You seem great to me.

Well, in January, I'm moving
to the Myer's School for boys.

I'll have to make new friends.

Myer's School for boys.

Huh! Look at this place. It's like Hogwarts.

Yeah.

40 grand a year tuition.

I didn't think I was gonna get in,

but it's happening.

My mom went to my old school today

to clean out my music locker.

She went to your old school today?

They're open during Christmas?

No, mom's the orchestra sponsor.

She has a key.

Which public school do you go to, Kevin?

Norris Elementary.

Tao, go, go... lights and sirens.

Buzz, go. Film everything.

I-if you find that money,

I will personally pay for your dermabrasion.

And no warrants! Exigent circumstances!

I'm about to lose my Christmas reservations.

You've been very helpful. Thank you.

Uh, could I maybe have a...

another cookie?

Have the whole plate, kid.

Provenza: The good news is,

we found enough money for you
to pay tuition for three years

to Myer's School for boys,

which neither you or your
husband could afford.

The bad news is, we found it

in an elementary-school
locker of your client's son.

Now, it's better than the third
that she would've gotten

if she'd had to split the
money with her accomplices.

On the other hand,

the death of two Santas
counts as felony murder

because they died as a
direct result of her actions.

Now, that's pretty bad, but
the death of Lydia Manning...

Oh, well, that's first-degree murder.

- Ah.
- Mel: Lydia?

What makes you think I killed Lydia?

H-hold on. Don't... don't talk.

[Inhales deeply]

So, what makes you think she killed Lydia?

Sharon: After we found the money,

we sent a team of patrol officers

who thoroughly searched
your house, Ms. Jordan,

and we found Lydia's
body underneath your bed,

stuffed inside one of
your son's cello cases.

Thank God he doesn't play the triangle.

[Sighs] I assume you have an offer.

A fax from Andrea Hobbs...

saying that in exchange for a
confession today, this minute,

she will take death off the table

and she will go straight
to life without parole.

Now, considering the
indifference to human life

and the number of special
circumstances involved...

That's very generous.

If the police

have just accurately
described what happened,

you have two choices.

One of them is death row. The other isn't.

And you're on my side?

I'm trying to think of an
alternative explanation

for a dead woman under
your bed in a cello case.

But it's not coming.

And this deal will go away.

Tick-tock, Ms. Jordan.

Tick-tock.

You've heard my son play.

His private teacher says he's a genius.

The instructor at his old school

[laughing] thinks John Philip
Sousa is a classical composer.

[Laughs]

Myer has a conservatory

for extraordinarily talented children,

and when Kevin was accepted,

his father said that
we couldn't afford it...

Unless $40,000 fell in our lap.

And you knew where to get it.

Do you know how much $120,000

is to a company like McCormick Savings?

That's the coffee budget,

but for Kevin, that's the difference

between a brilliant career
and getting lost in the crowd,

and I was... I was not
gonna let that happen.

So, you met Dean and Lydia at your gym,

and you used them as your puppets?

Oh, God!

How many times did we go over the plan?

There was never supposed to be a gun.

That was completely unnecessary.

If they had just done what I told them...

Is that why you strangled Lydia?
'Cause she disobeyed you?

Lydia had a complete meltdown.

She wanted to turn us both in.

She fought with me,

and I fought her back but
not... not just for me.

You understand this...

What I did to Lydia, I did that for my son,

and what I did for my son [Sniffles]

I did that for the world.

[Sighs] You said "life"?

Life is good for the world, too.

Just write that all down, Ms. Jordan,

but be prepared to say it
out loud in front of a judge.

- Dad!
- Sykes: Guys, Kevin's dad is here.

Someone should tell him
what's going on with his wife.

Oh, dad, I missed you so much!
- Yeah.

Just give the two of them a minute together

before we ruin Christmas forever.

Oh, I can't believe you're here.

Provenza: Well, of course I
know it's the holiday package!

Fine. Fine!

Just... just hang on.

[Police radio chatter] I'm sorry, Patrice.

Uh, they say unless we show up by 10:00 P.M.

That we'll lose it all,

and I... I still have a lot of work to do,

so, if you don't mind, would you...

L-Louie, Louie, where we are doesn't matter.

Are you sure?

I wasn't going to spend
Christmas with Laguna Beach.

I was going to spend it with you.

So, if we've got to stay in town,

really, it's no problem...

Well, not at your place,
of course, but at mine,

and we can pick up a turkey,

and as long as you don't mind helping...

[Laughing] Well...

Man: Provenza? Are you there?

Then I'll just, uh, fin... Hello? Provenza?

Oh, oh, one second. Yeah.

Cancel it.

Oh. Mm-hmm, with the full penalty.

Oh, and merry Christmas to you, too.

And all the rest of your
fellow reindeer assholes.

[Knock on door]

Come in. [Door opens]

Uh, Mel Jordan is through booking,

and Kevin's back with his dad.

Glad someone made it home tonight.

Um...

You know, if you can't make
it home for the holidays,

maybe home can come to you.

["Oh, come all ye faithful" plays]

Merry Christmas.

[Laughing] Oh, my goodness!

Look at this.

Oh, the Christmas village.

Mm-hmm, some things don't change, mom,

including the code at your storage locker.

[Chuckles] Thank you for
bringing the party to me.

Oh, this is... all so wonderful.

Lieutenant. [Chuckles] Nice hat!

Well, I was gonna wear the whole suit,

but Patrice wouldn't let me.

I was afraid he might get shot.

[Laughter]

You can't think of anything
that will remove this color?

I'm sorry. It'll wear off in a few days.

- A few...
- Hey, at least the green is seasonal.

[Sighs]

Flynn: Merry Christmas.

Uh...

[Indistinct talking]

Excuse me.

- Sure.
- Thanks.

You two look a little lost.

The party is in here.

Anything wrong?

No, mom, nothing's wrong.
Everything is good.

Rusty?

Uh, I... don't really
think it's my place to say.

Say what? Emily, what?

Uh...

They...

They held back my contract

because they're making
me a soloist next year.

Yeah, I-I'm gonna be the
next Sleeping Beauty.

- What?
- And Giselle.

Oh, my God!

[Laughter]

Oh, my God. I'm so happy for you.

Oh, dear.

Oh, my goodness.

It's such great news.

Ok, ok, let's get inside, everybody.

It's time to make a toast.

Alright, everybody ready?

Alright, here we go. All together, now.

Happy holidays!

- Cheers!
- Cheers.

It's ok, little brother.

What mom doesn't know won't hurt her.

I hope you are right.