Major Crimes (2012–2018): Season 4, Episode 11 - Four of a Kind - full transcript

So, there, you can see
our four bodies in the trunk,

and the rest is just the hospital staff

responding until we got here.

Is there any magic you can do

with this video so we
can see the woman's face?

Sorry, it's the fourth
time I've gone over it,

and she's never in the clear.

All right, what about the BMW

that picked her up and drove her away?

Looked like a seven series,

but it's too dark for me to read the plate.



I'll have patrol start pulling video

from all the security cameras in...

A five-block radius?

Better make it 10.

Mr. West, I need you to copy all this video

onto a couple flash drives, please.

So, folks...

The, uh, the woman who dropped
off our victims... Madam "X"...

is going to be impossible to identify.

Nice legs, though.

Yeah, that's how the ambulance
drivers described her, too.

Yeah, well...

Have we I.D.'d everyone?

Julio.



Uh, t-this is Neal Horowitz.

Shot twice on the left side of the torso,

probably with a .45 like all the others.

The Escalade in which the bodies
were dropped off is his, sir.

Address is listed in the Palisades.

I Googled him.

He's an in-house litigator

for a diamond importer.

Well, not anymore.
Uh, scuffs on his heels...

Dragged maybe? Julio?

You okay?

Yes, sir.

I'm fine.

All right, um, who's next?

Okay, we have Bronwyn Hicks.

Shot twice on the right torso.

Her address is Palo Alto.

I've got these keys to a Tesla,

so maybe she has a place here, too.

Her employee I.D. badge says

that she's the Chief Financial
Officer for U.V. Solar.

U.V. Solar... A huge power
company, just went public.

Ah, I'm sensing a trend.

Anish Patel.

He's got $500 in cash,

bullet wounds in the neck and shoulder,

a business card saying he
owns Toxic Rock Records,

a key to a Porsche and a
napkin from Stella's Nightclub

with a phone number on it...

Someone named Randee with two E's.

All right, what about victim number four,

the one in surgery?

Oh, I'm sorry, sir. Uh...

The fourth victim is Howard Prager,

venture capitalist, 53.

- Home address in Malibu, sir.
- Ah.

The rich part?

Carbon Beach, sir.

Oh, the very rich part.

All right, what is Mr. Prager's condition?

Uh, he was shot twice in the chest.

Those are his X-rays up there, sir.

And doctors say it's touch and go.

He's in surgery, so we
can't ask who shot him,

and the hospital has his
phone and wallet somewhere,

but in the general chaos,
they can't seem to find them.

Well, we need to find where
all these rich people were

when they got shot and why
they were all together.

I mean, this is like the
beginning of a James Bond movie.

Well, we have two sets of keys
to two very nice missing cars,

so maybe they're parked at
the original crime scene.

Got to be near this hospital,

so I'll get some patrol officers,

and we'll start a grid search.

Okay, uh, what floor is Prager on?

Probably be in an operating suite

reserved for trauma
victims off the E.R., sir,

right over there, and if he survives,

he'll end up in the I.C.U.
on the fourth floor.

I-I know this hospital pretty well.

I'll stay with Mr. Prager, see
if he regains consciousness.

You sure?

Yes.

So, tell me this.

How do four 1%-ers end up shot to pieces

and stuffed in the back of an S.U.V.?

Sounds like the setup to a really bad joke.

Yeah, well, I need a
punch line to go with it.

Amy, make arrangements

and then escort our victims
to the morgue, please.

Mike, let's start dumping phones,

and if you would, stay close
in case Flynn needs some help.

Yes, Captain.

Sorry to wake you, but
I'm afraid your morning

is going to be a little
more hectic than usual.

I've still got lots of
work to do, obviously,

and I haven't recovered the slugs yet,

but the wounds look consistent with a .45.

And they were shot at what range?

There's no stippling,
so it wasn't point-blank,

but not too far away either.

Now for something odd.

I can't know about the guy in the hospital

because I haven't looked at
his body, but check this out.

The vertical angles on the
wounds for each of these victims

show a downward trajectory.

So the killer was standing.

And these
people were all seated,

and they didn't have much time to move.

Good morning, Chief.

Something we can do for you?

I hope so 'cause our victims
read like a Forbes power list.

Have you found the crime scene?

No, not yet.

But once we notify their families,

hopefully we'll get a time line,

access to computers, e-mail and...

No. No notifications until
tonight at the earliest.

I want to get a head start on the media.

Let's try and see what we can
do with what we have for a bit.

Andy found two of the victims' cars

near Beverly and Crescent Heights.

Beverly and Crescent Heights

is near the hospital where
our bodies were dumped.

Okay, I'll get some extra patrol
officers down there to help.

Tell them to look for a newish oriental rug.

I've now found woven wool fibers
from the same magic carpet

on each of your victims.

Here's a magic-carpet store.

What are you looking at?

Those look like drag marks.

And exigent circumstances.

Maybe there's an easier
way to get in up front.

Clear!

Okay.

We need to find evidence

to justify breaking through that glass door.

Mm.

I think we're onto something.

Since we had to clear
out for DNA collection,

I've done my best to
re-create the crime scene.

Let me finish up with my last few post-its.

Have we been able to locate
the owner of the rug shop yet?

We got a text from
the FBI saying Nemo Moradi

used his passport to enter Morocco

in the middle of last month.

Which confirms what our
neighboring business owners said

about the shop being closed for two weeks.

Yeah, uh, Mr. Nemo is in Morocco...

Why?

Visiting family,

and the Feds don't have a
file on him, terror-wise.

Let's not jump to conclusions.

So, Mike, these post-its
represent bullet strikes?

In the rug shop and our victims, yes.

And these shapes on the ground
represent pools of blood

found underneath the rug

that someone tried to wipe clean
but showed up with luminol.

Now, to make this fun...

Too late.

Amy, can you pretend to be the shooter?

Okay.

Don't these wall strikes
indicate that the shooter,

he or she, probably fired from one spot?

The killer was standing about... here.

Okay, so, if you
are in the right place,

you need line of sight,

so the victims would have been more like...

Like this?

Uh, that's it, Captain.

So, our shooter entered, facing...

Howard Prager.

His wounds are the most direct.

Then our murderer sprays the other victims

and the rug shop, too.

Looks like he or she wasn't
much of a weapons expert.

Mike, is all this evidence from the room

at the back of the rug shop?

Yes.

Uh, I don't know if that piece
of cellophane's germane.

Uh, no fingerprints. Why?

Well, if you'd been married
to a gambling addict

most of your life,

you would know that this
little piece of cellophane

is the wrapper to a fresh deck of cards.

Our victims were playing poker.

And apparently with very high stakes.

Oh, Your Honor... Judge Grove?

Oh. Mr. Beck.

I only need a moment of your time.

Why?

So I don't cause you any problems.

Okay, I got two minutes.

O-okay, uh, you remember last summer,

I created this vlog called "Identity"?

- Yes, yes.
- And for my new story...

You reported on Jane Doe Number 38,

- who turned out to be...
- Mariana Wallace.

Right, right. Did you just say "new story"?

How does that involve me?
I don't like it already.

I have thought very hard
about it, Your Honor,

and I'd like the next season of "Identity"

to be about Greg "Slider" Rasenick,

the suspect accused of murdering Mariana

and who's to be a defendant
in your court next month.

Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.
Mr. Beck, do you have any idea

how complicated a death penalty case is?

- Uh, yeah, I think I have a pretty good...
- You don't!

Let me ask you another question.

L.A. is a big place.

Is there no other judge you
can be bothering right now?

Probably, yes, but I-I am down to a minute,

and I would like to explain to
you why Slider's story is...

No, no, no. You've gotten
way ahead of yourself.

This request needs to be
cleared with the investigators,

DDA Hobbs,

and the defendant's attorney
before it comes to me.

Uh, okay, a-and if they... if
they say yes, you'd approve?

I have no idea,

and I'm not gonna think about
it until the attorneys sign off.

Then you can explain why

I should risk a thousand extra appeals

based on something that
just popped into your head.

And never stop me in the hallway again.

If you want to see me, make an appointment.

I-I tried, Your Honor, but I was told

that you wouldn't be
available for some time.

Your two minutes are up.

Good luck with Hobbs, and
tell your mother I said hi.

Where did you see Judge Grove?

He's usually in court by now.

I...I ran into him earlier,

which was great because I had some questions

I thought only he could
answer, and it turns out...

Okay, everybody.

We got a great, big bag of evidence here.

- Which probably ruined my car.
- Oh, it'll air out.

Before anyone gets too
close, this stuff really smells.

All right, all right.

After Buzz filmed the crime scene,

I grabbed reserve officer Watson here

and had him do some dumpster diving,

and then we found... these bloody towels.

Two blocks from the rug shop...

In the 12th garbage bag I opened.

We should test this blood
against our victims.

Plus, hundreds of poker chips,

decks of cards, blind buttons.

Well, that confirms our gambling theory.

Casings from a .45 semi-auto.

And at the bottom of the
bag, seven steak dinners,

all uneaten.

Seven? We only have four victims.

Uh, plus our female driver, Madam "X,"

and whoever else picked her up.

But I wonder if they thought to
wipe down the to-go containers?

Good question.

Buzz, could you give me a hand with those?

And for you... chicken salad on whole wheat.

- Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.

Uh, is there any word on Mr. Prager yet?

No, detective. Sorry.

It'll be at least another two hours.

Can I get you anything else while you wait?

Uh, do you know if there's
a Dr. Michael Foster

who still sees patients here?

Sure. Dr. Foster sticks
his head in now and then.

You know him?

About 15 years ago, he treated my wife here.

I-I haven't seen him since.

I just thought that I would say hello

to him if he were around.

Oh, well, if you give me your card,

I can text you his office number.

My cell number's at the bottom.

Hi, Anna Prager,

and I'm looking for my father, Howard.

I was told he was on this floor.

What happened? Is he okay?

Uh, yes, Dr. Foster's office
number would be great.

And I'll pass your card on to him.

Hi, Anna. I'm Detective Julio
Sanchez from the L.A.P.D.

Uh, were you called by the hospital?

The L.A.P.D.? No, the hospital didn't call.

Uh, dad didn't come home last night,

and I couldn't reach his driver,

so I used the "Find My
Phone" app on his laptop,

- and it said...
- You have his password for that?

Yes.

And it said that his phone
was at this hospital.

What happened?

Did you know where your
father was going last night?

No. He didn't say. What happened?

How is he? Is he okay?

I'm sorry to inform you
that your father was shot,

and he remains in critical condition.

He was shot? He was shot?

Dad was shot? Are you sure?

I'm afraid so.

So, you said that your father had a driver?

Dan.

Uh, D-Dan, um...

Oh, I-I have his contact information here.

Dan always drives him.

Uh, my my hands are shaking.

Can you... I can't
remember his last name.

It's... it's... it's in...
It's in there somewhere.

Willis? Dan Willis? Is that him?

Someone gave our driver a big tip.

You guys can't pull an innocent
man out of his own car

and just leave it parked on the street.

Well, in the first place,
Mr. Willis, it isn't your car.

It happens to belong to the limo
company for which you work.

As does the car you
were driving last night,

which you did not return to the garage.

Which I already explained to my boss.

The BMW's carpets got a little messed up.

I took 'em to my son's detail
shop to have it cleaned...

At my own expense.

Uh, where's your son's shop?

Pico and La Brea... super detailing.

Now, listen, I don't shoot people, okay?

Well?

Mr. Willis doesn't know the woman

we saw dropping off the
bodies at the hospital,

but Madam "X" runs the poker game

our victims were playing in last night,

and the $20,000 in this envelope
is supposedly a tip she gave him

for helping her after the shooting.

And for not calling us, I'm sure.

After getting all the wounded to an E.R.,

Willis took Madam "X" back to the rug shop,

waited for her while she cleaned up,

then drove her and a
big plastic trash bag...

- Which we found.
- Yeah.

To a nearby dumpster

before dropping her off at
her Mercedes G-class S.U.V.

Oh, and one other thing.

Each of our poker players
put $100,000 in the pot...

Cash... winner take all.

So that's our motive.

Someone robbed the game of half a million.

So, then why shoot the players?

They didn't struggle.

They didn't even have time
to get out of their seats.

And they couldn't
report the theft to us

because, well, the game was illegal.

So why not just take the money and run?

Unless...

Unle the killer was
someone the players knew.

Okay, two things.

Driver Dan's prints were
on the takeout containers.

Doesn't mean he was in the
room when shots were fired.

What's the second thing?

Uh, we got to the BMW before it was cleaned,

and there's blood on the front seats.

Also, the boy came back with us,
and he wants to see his dad.

Well, tell him he
can wait for the arraignment.

Wait, wait, hold on.

Let's show our driver a little kindness.

Noah. You have no business here.

- Dad, what did you do?
- Nothing.

Howard and some of the other
people in his poker game

got robbed and shot up...
I had nothing to do with it.

"Some of the other players"?

Oh, my God, Mr. Prager was shot?

And three other people.

The woman who organized the game and I

- took them to the hospital.
- What?

Dad, why didn't you call 911?

Good question.

"Some of the other players."

So that means there were more than four.

So maybe one of the
extra dinners was for Dan

and the other one was for Madam "X."

So that leaves us one unaccounted for.

Forget about that.

You need to ask the police
for the key to the town car

that they made me park
on Sunset and Sweetzer.

Take it to the garage.

If I'm still here tonight,
bring more insulin, okay?

Well, I mean, but shouldn't I...

Shouldn't you what?

Get you an attorney?

Okay. Enough kindness. Lieutenant, Amy.

Or will you need bail? Should I call
mom and let her know where you are?

Oh, and, Amy, tell Julio to
keep Anna Prager with him.

If she was able to use her cell

to find her father last
night at the hospital,

she could also have
stopped by the rug store.

Strain of this? Come on, think
about that for a second...

Your mom walking into the police station,

dragging her oxygen tank behind her.

Now, I told you what I need.

You move that car and bring me some insulin.

Excuse us, Noah.

You can grab your father's
keys on the way out.

Noah...

Go.

All right, before you start,
let's get something straight.

Failing to report a crime is not illegal.

Taking wounded people to
the hospital... Not illegal.

Well, before we discuss the end,

let's go back to the beginning.

When did you first learn that
you were picking up Prager

for the poker game last night?

- Ah.
- So you know about the cards.

Okay. Well, you didn't hear that from me.

Howard called me about 6:00.

He told me to pick him
up at his house at 7:00.

He can do that because he
pays me extra to be on call.

So I took him, dropped him
off where he told me to,

like I always do at these

underground poker games he plays in.

I parked my car a couple blocks away,

canceled dinner with my son and my ex-wife.

I called dispatch, told them
to handle that midnight run

I had to the airport, and then I, uh...

And at some point, you went
to pick up a to-go order?

Yeah. At about, uh, 10:20
P.M., Howard called me.

He put the woman who runs
the game on the phone.

She asked me to pick up steaks for everyone,

including myself.

I went to Raleigh's Prime Rib, did that.

Raleigh's Prime Rib.

Seven steak dinners to
go at nearly 11:00 P.M.

That should be memorable.

So...

Do you see the phone number, Lieutenant?

Who paid for this to-go order?

Well, it was in my name,

but the lady put it on her credit card.

She asked me for a receipt later.

You mean, in the middle
of picking up the bodies

and putting them in the Escalade,

this woman asked you for a receipt?

Yeah, that's what I mean.

There were seven dinners... one for you,

one each for the four people
that you dumped at the E.R.,

and one for the lady running the game.

And one for another player.

There were five players?

That's what I was told
when I left to get the food.

When I came back inside the
rug shop, there were only four.

Look, here's the question
you should be asking.

Why would I steal a half
a million dollars in cash,

shoot four people, drive them to the E.R.

while they're still alive?

Doesn't make any sense.

Look, Howard won lots of these games.

He had a half a million dollars
in my car several times.

If I wanted to set him up,

there are a lot of easier
ways to do it, believe me.

According to the credit-card receipts

from Raleigh's Prime Rib,
Madam X's name is Molly Pace.

Four arrests by Vice... two 330s.

Second time, fined $500.

No violent offenses.

But if she had just been robbed,

where did she get the
$20,000 to tip this driver?

No Mercedes G-class registered
in the name of Molly Pace.

Well, there is one other person

who might know something about her.

Uh, yeah, I know Molly.

Uh, she does some investing with my dad.

If you'd let me tell people where he is,

I-I could've put you in touch with her.

Now there may be no time.

And what makes you say that?

I just got an alert from my
father's "Preferred Skies" app.

He set it up for me so I'd know

if he had to suddenly fly off somewhere.

Your father's still in intensive care.

But Molly shares his account.

Looks like she's going to Mexico City.

I don't think you can catch
her before she leaves.

- Uh, may I?
- Mm-hmm.

Look alive, folks, look alive.

That's her.

Let's move quietly.

Stop! L.A.P.D.!

Get out of the car, ma'am!

I said stop!

I said stop! L.A.P.D... stop, damn it!

Tao. Tao!

Andy?!

Hands up! Get out of the car!

Flynn!

Andy. Andy!

You have the right to remain silent!

- Anything you say can and will be used against you...
- Andy, come on!

- Come on!
- In a court of law.

You have the right to an attorney.

Are you okay? Huh?

If you cannot afford an attorney,

one will be provided for you by the state.

Don't tell Sharon.

Don't tell Sharon what?

Oh! Agh!

Andy. Andy!

You want to do interviews? With Slider?

Is that what you talked
to Judge Grove about?

Yeah, just to see if he would consider it,

which he might if I can get permission

from the investigators,
the D.A., and the defense.

And you don't want to ask Slider anything

about Mariana's murder?

No, no. Only about his life before.

But you just got staffed on
Santa Monica City College.

Yeah, well, so far, the only thing

the Santa Monica City College
paper has assigned me

is a story about the rise
of digital textbooks.

I'm not... I'm not really
passionate about that.

Okay.

We have a suspect in a quadruple murder,

so Andrea's on her way over.

Talk to her, and I will
agree to whatever she says.

Uh, act... actually, I was...
I was hoping that...

that maybe you could
speak with Andrea for me.

I'm not allowed to ask the D.A.

if my son can interview a murder suspect.

Right, right.

- The rules.
- That's right.

Where's Andy?

Oh, he got a couple of scrapes
from Madam "X" resisting arrest.

He's okay. It's nothing.

Doctor's looking at him now.

Why didn't he call?

He left his phone in the car.

D-do you think I would be
here if Flynn were in trouble?

Look, Andy is going to be just fine.

So, why don't we concentrate
on the suspect who hurt him.

Okay, I will.

Maybe you can tell me how
on earth Molly Pace expected

to rob her own game and
have no one recognize her.

Uh, she could've tipped off the real killer,

and Molly Pace probably knows
who our missing player is.

I'd like her to explain why she
was boarding a plane to Mexico

with $300,000 in her luggage.

After she had just been robbed.

Look, I'm the victim here.
I was nearly killed.

This is all a huge misunderstanding.

No, it's not.

You run an illegal poker game
where four people were shot.

We have video of you leaving
their bodies at a hospital,

and we caught you trying to board a flight

out of the country with $300,000 in cash!

According to this report,

you resisted arrest.

You assaulted a police officer.

- You see? We understand everything perfectly.
- How's Flynn?

He'll live, but our head start

with the media could be running out.

We've talked Anna Prager into
staying with us for a little while,

- but if her father dies...
- Why would I do that?

I'm still trying to understand

why you would use your car

to drag one of my detectives
across a parking lot,

so why don't you humor us a little?

If you did not murder these people,

maybe you can tell us who did.

I didn't see the killer.

I was in the bathroom
when the shooting started.

Wow, t-that's convenient.

You call someone to rob the game and then...

Don't be... why would I want to rob the game

while there were still
four players at the table?

Why not wait until there were only two?

The pot doesn't change.

How long were you in the bathroom?

About...10 minutes,

until Howard's driver came back

with our dinners and started shouting.

And why didn't you call 911?

Because I was running an illegal card game,

and we were only a few
blocks away from a hospital.

I-I paid the driver to help me

- get everyone there as fast as possible.
- Really?

'Cause Dan Willie says

that that $20,000 tip was to wait around

while you got rid of the evidence.

Okay, well, I offered him $5,000,

but he jacked it up to $20,000.

I wasn't in a position to negotiate.

Where did the $20,000 come from...

Well, turns out our poor,
sick, diabetic driver

is a bit of a ruthless negotiator.

I keep a lot of money in my purse

to make change for the game.

Okay, if all this that
you're saying is true,

then why were you trying
to flee the country?

People were getting shot!
Forgive my impulse.

Oh, my God, it wasn't me!

A-aside from the game,

I do lots of business with Howard.

He's worth more to me alive than he is dead.

Who else knew about this
little poker party of yours?

Just me, the players,
and Howard's driver, Dan.

Now, normally, when I put
one of these together,

telling Dan wouldn't be allowed,
but Howard never got a license.

He's a bit eccentric...

But outgoing, loves people,
treats everyone like a friend,

and is incredibly lucky at cards.

Not last night.

Where does the $500,000
live during the game?

Right on the table.

The players like to see the pot.

Okay, okay, let's talk about
the other sort of steaks...

The kind that Dan the
driver picked up for dinner.

One was for him. One was yours.

One each for the four people
that you took to the hospital.

And the seventh steak went to?

Dan said there was a fifth player.

Oh.

You haven't figured out who that was yet?

Wow. Okay.

If you want the name of the fifth player...

And that would be the player
who got knocked out of the game

15 minutes before the
shooting and left angry...

Isn't that worth something?

You had $300,000 in cash.

L-l-let's say that it's not from the game.

It's not.

It's... it's my savings from
the last year and a half.

Which I'm sure has all
been reported to the IRS.

Do you want us to call the Feds
and ask for your tax returns?

Raymond... Phan.

The fifth player is Raymond Phan.

See, I'm cooperating now.

You don't have to do an
Internet search on him.

Phan Auto Parking is the
largest corporate donor

to the police foundation...

And Raymond Phan is its sole owner.

I'm calling him now.

He also has two registered firearms.

One of them's a .45 caliber...

Same caliber as our shooter.

Wonderful. Hello.

This is Assistant Chief Russell Taylor

calling for Raymond Phan.

He'll come with an attorney.

I'm a little frustrated.

Reading Raymond his rights
as he steps off the elevator?

Kinda rude.

Our apologies.

Sometimes we have to do as
the D.A.'s office advises.

Mm. My client interrupted
his plans this evening

because you said you needed
his immediate assistance.

This afternoon, we
arrested a young woman

named Molly Pace at the airport.

Ms. Pace gave a statement in
which she claims your client

played in an illegal poker game last night.

We neither confirm nor deny.

Is that it?

No, it is not.

15 minutes after you lost, Mr. Phan,

someone stole the half
million in cash on the table

and shot up your fellow players.

Three of them died.

One remains in critical condition.

Who? Who's still alive?

Raymond. This is a triple homicide.

Do not talk.

Even if my client was there,

you've already said he
left before the murders,

so why is he here?

In point of fact, Ms. Ziskin,

we did not say your client
left before the shooting.

We said the shooting occurred
15 minutes after he lost.

The killer walked off with the pot.

Half a million dollars.

This is a standard consent form

allowing us to test-fire the
.45 caliber semi-automatic

- owned by your client.
- Consent form.

You have a motive to go with this?

We have about 500,000 motives.

Raymond runs a
quarter-billion-dollar company.

You guys think I cared
about losing $100,000?

The only thing that made
me even a little angry

was that Howard should
have folded on the flop.

Instead, he won on the river.

His incredible luck!

Only now, I guess, uh

Looks like I was the lucky one.

Did you tell anyone about
last night's poker game

or where it was being played?

No. Nobody talked about the game.

That was the rule, and we all kept it.

That, I can promise you.

Look, uh, I need to wrap my mind

around this a bit more.

Uh, if anything helpful occurs
to me over the next...

Sit down.

Excuse me?

You just admitted to being at a crime scene

where three, maybe four,
murders were committed.

That's enough for a search warrant.

Then I invoke my right to remain silent.

Then you're under arrest
for illegal gambling,

and we'll see where that takes us.

The questions are only about
Slider's life before the murder.

Yeah, I see that. Here's my problem.

You're trying to humanize someone

I need to convict as a heartless murderer,

and everything he says
to you can be subpoenaed.

Plus, your story could
contaminate the jury pool.

Well, I only have like 50,000 viewers,

and... and for some reason,
a lot of them really dislike me.

Look, what if the defense agreed
in advance not to subpoena me,

and what if they agreed in advance

not to use my interviews in court,

and what if, as a part of my story,

I interviewed Slider's attorney

and let him talk about the case?

Okay.

Fine.

I'll run it by the defense

and see what the... oh, my God.

Lieutenant, are you okay?

Did she do it... Molly?

I'm not worried about an arrest.

I'm worried that you aren't
well enough to be here.

So, what did the doctors say?

No concussion, no stitches,
a-a few cracked ribs,

which they shot up with a local anesthetic.

And how long will that work?

Well, it's already wearing off.

But I can't take the opiates.

So, before the pain kicks in,

I would like to arrest this Molly woman

for the murders myself.

So, is she good for it?

Uh, hard to say.

The shooter had to know
about the poker game,

where it was being played,
and that it was worth robbing.

And we know that
at least one of the players

must have recognized the killer.

Otherwise, why murder them?

But this Molly woman...

We have the same issue with her

that we have with Mr. Willis in there.

Why take four people that
you've just shot to the hospital,

knowing that any of 'em could
survive and identify you?

That is the code we have to break, isn't it?

For this theft to have
slid sideways into murder,

our shooter must have thought
that he wouldn't be recognized,

but all of our suspects were familiar

to at least one of our victims.

It doesn't make sense.

Maybe it has something to do
with why Prager was shot first.

Andy, did the doctor clear you
to come back to work today?

Well, he didn't say I couldn't.

I mean, look, I hate to leave

while we got this head start on the media.

Yeah, well, that's over.

Our victims have all had

missing-persons reports filed on them.

We have to begin notifications.

Well, we can start with Anna Prager.

The hospital called.

Her father died without
regaining consciousness.

- Damn it!
- There goes our last eyewitness.

Well, maybe we don't tell people about it.

Well, Anna's already said

that she wants to call her relatives, ma'am,

and as soon as she checks
in with the hospital...

Well, maybe I can convince Anna

to wait a few hours before
calling her relatives

while we have a chance
to figure this thing out.

Andy...

Sit down.

Come on.

Okay.

Stay here.

I'll be back in a minute,

and I'll find someone to take you home.

Okay.

Fine.

Oh, God.

I hate to wake her up for this.

Anna?

Anna, wake up.

Oh, I I didn't mean to, um...

Should I get back to the hospital?

Is dad awake? Is there news?

Noah, is that you?

You have to be Noah Willis. Dan's son?

Uh, yeah, I-I'm Noah. Who are you?

Anna.

I'm Anna Prager.

Y-your dad's been driving
me and my father around

for, like, my whole life.

Sorry, I should've started
by introducing myself,

but I'm a little out of it.

Oh, uh
well, nice to meet you.

Hold on. Excuse me.

Uh, Anna, you never met Noah before tonight?

Not in person.

So, how did you recognize him?

Dan's always showing us Noah's
pictures... On his phone.

Dan talks about you.
My father talks about me.

They compare notes.

I remember your face so well because...

Well, when I was 12

and you were winning all
those tennis trophies...

I had this terrible crush on you.

And last month, your
father showed us a video

of you giving that toast
at your cousin's wedding.

It was...

Hey, are you okay?

Runner! We've got a runner!

It's covered.

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...

Dan, we may have figured
out who shot and robbed

Mr. Prager and his friends last night.

Yes, but we
need to know for a fact

that you weren't involved.

I wasn't.

You didn't conspire in
this robbery with Noah?

What?

My son?

What... What'd Noah have
to do with any of this?

Did you tell Noah that you
were dropping off Mr. Prager

at the rug shop last night?

Excuse me, what?

When you canceled dinner with your son,

did you tell him about the poker game?

And where it was being played.

You guys...

You guys...

This can't be right.

I'll tell you what can be right.

If you and Noah planned this robbery,

I am arresting you on four
counts of felony murder.

But if you just mentioned in passing

that you were dropping him off...

Hold on.

Hold on.

I did it.

I came back to the rug
shop earlier than I said,

and I knew they were playing
for half a million, and...

What kind of weapon did you use?

How about this? Where's the money?

If you just tell us that,

we'll take you for the
murders instead of your son.

Dan...

It's no good.

But we have to hear you say it.

Dan, I'm gonna ask you one more time.

When you canceled dinner with your son,

did you tell him about the game
and where it was being played?

I tell the kid where I'm going
sometimes, you know, in case...

I had a little stroke a couple of years ago.

It was nothing... nothing
horrible, but I just...

I want him to know where
I am, you know, in case...

What the hell?

What the hell?

Oh, my God.

Lieutenant, call the paramedics!

You're not doing
anything before breakfast,

and then you're only doing
your breathing exercises.

Oh, well, we agreed that you
would only be the boss at work

and that everything else
would be a discussion.

Well, your doctor said that you
needed care and supervision.

Oh.

Okay, well, at least tell me
what happened after I left.

We found the money in
Noah's room and the .45.

It's like we thought it would be.

So, he expected to steal the money,

get away, and not hurt anyone.

And Howard Prager said his name,
and that's enough of that.

How are you feeling?

Better.

So, I hope Rusty doesn't resent me

for, uh, "borrowing" his bedroom.

No, no, no. He volunteered it.

Really?

Yes, really. It's progress.

So, he's at school, then... 8:30 class?

Not exactly.

I'm not surprised your
mother signed off on this

or the defense, but what got into Hobbs?

I showed her all the
questions I was going to ask,

and I'm mowing her lawn
for the next eight years...

If you're saying yes.

I'll let you proceed on three conditions.

And they are?

First, you inform me before and after

every conversation you
record with the defendant.

You give me an opportunity
to review what he's said

before posting anything on "Identity."

Absolutely, Your Honor.

I understand that your...
your oversight here is... is...

Great.

That brings me to my second condition.

I may expunge any and every
word of any and every interview

I don't like without
exception or explanation.

But, Your Honor, that's
censorship. My story...

Oh, good, you understand the concept.

Agreed.

What's your third condition?

That you follow the directions in here

and apply for a transfer to
UCLA effective this January.

Oh.

Uh, Your Honor, I-I-I...

It's too late for me to start UCLA.

It's a formality, Mr. Beck.
It's all arranged.

My wife, who watched every
second of your vlog, by the way,

is one of the most published professors

in UCLA's communications department,

and, according to her,

you should be reporting on
more interesting subjects

than digital textbooks.

Digital t...

Did Sharon put you up to this?

I ask the questions here, Mr. Beck, not you!

Fill out the form, major in communications.

And think about going to law school

because if you're gonna
argue about everything,

you might as well make a living at it.

Uh, thank you, sir.

Your Honor, I mean, I-I...
I don't know what to say.

"Thank you" is sufficient.

This is a great opportunity
for you, Mr. Beck.

Don't blow it.

I won't, Your Honor. I-I promise.

A-and thank you for...

Uh, you're welcome.

And close the door behind you, please.