Major Crimes (2012–2018): Season 4, Episode 17 - #FindKaylaWeber - full transcript

At 6:35 A.M. this morning,

the L.A.P.D. was notified
that 5-year-old Kayla Weber,

daughter of baseball pitcher Jim Weber

was missing from her Brentwood
home and may have been abducted.

We have declared a
citywide tactical alert...

detailing over 150 officers
and detectives to find Kayla

and bring her home.

Who called in the abduction?

Kayla's mother, Lori Weber.

I was in the kitchen,

making Kayla's smoothie
like I do every morning.



What time was this?

Oh, I don't know, around 6:15?

Kayla usually wakes when
she hears the blender,

and she comes into the
kitchen, but she didn't come.

And... and when I went to see
if she was getting out of bed...

Oh, my god.

The house was locked! Every door!

Window screen is in the bushes.

Then there's the gouges to
the exterior window frame.

Looks like someone pried the
window open from the outside.

Whoever broke in here knew
which room was Kayla's.

What about Jim Weber? Where was he
during his daughter's abduction?

Jim wasn't home last night.

I dropped him off at, um,
Santa Monica airport around 8:30.



He got on a helicopter and took off.

- Where was he going?
- I don't know.

You don't know? You're his bodyguard.

I thought it's part of your
job to know where he is.

If Jim doesn't tell me, I
don't ask. Also part of my job.

Where were you when you
found out Kayla was missing?

In the pool house, where I stay.

Okay, talk me through last night.

Before turning in, I checked the property,

made sure the gates were locked
and the doors were secure.

Uh, Curtis texted me that he
was back at the pool house

if I needed anything, and that was at 9:00.

Did you speak to Curtis
again before this morning?

Okay.

So, he left. And then what did you do?

I was late finishing up dinner.

Pizza.

Kayla... She loves pizza.

And then I-I poured a glass of wine

and fell asleep with the TV on.

- And during the night, you didn't hear anything?
- Mnh-mnh.

An odd noise, a vehicle on the street?

- A house alarm?
- No, but see, the thing is...

And this is gonna sound bad, but...

Jim didn't want me setting the alarm.

What?

Why the hell not?

Their home security
provider has confirmed

that for the past two weeks,

the Webers have been
experiencing false alarms

and outages on the security cameras...
about one every three days.

- Why didn't they get it fixed?
- It's not their house.

They're just renting

while Jim negotiates with
different baseball teams.

Now, the landlord sent a bunch
of techs to check out the alarm,

but nobody can find anything wrong.

So, this alarm is being triggered on purpose

just to make the Webers
stop using it altogether?

If that's the case, it worked.

Excuse me, sir, I don't
know if it means anything,

but two different K9 units

converged on the driveway
up to the Webers' house.

But Kayla probably went
that way all the time.

Okay, Buzz, we need security video

from every house in this
fancy-schmancy neighborhood.

Maybe one of them recorded
something that can help us.

I just got word Jim Weber will be
arriving at P.A.B. in 40 minutes.

I want to be there when he arrives.

Tell your captain.

Diminished capacity is usually
what the defense argues for

in a case like this.

Diminished capacity... that was
thrown out before the trial.

Oh, that's so the little
creep couldn't plead insanity.

But in the penalty phase, all
that Slider's lawyer needs to do

is get one person on the jury
to decide that the dirtbag,

you know, wasn't all there,
and he's set for life.

Oh, hey, Dr. Joe.

Morning, Lieutenant. Rusty.

- Are you ready for today?
- No.

In fact, I'm...

Nervous and mad.

Naturally.

These attorneys on both sides, actually.

Look, you're only here to tell the truth.

Uh, like therapy with you.

Except no yelling at anyone.

Uh, kid, I'm gonna have to
leave you with your shrink.

I'll check in with you later. Good luck.

I don't even know if I
believe in the death penalty.

That's for the jury to decide, not us.

Thank god.

Thank you for your help,
and ask me anything.

I need my daughter back.

Oh, my god, I can't
believe this is happening.

Mr. Weber, your
wife and your bodyguard

both say that you were away last night.

Can you tell us where?

We have to establish a timeline, sir.

I flew downtown.

You mean by helicopter?

In traffic, it's an hour.

Helicopter gets me there in five minutes.

When you landed, where did you go?

I worked out at the gym for two hours.

And then I spent the night
at the downtown Canyon Spa.

Were you alone?

Uh, Mr. Weber, we apologize,
but for the sake of your daughter,

we need you to cooperate.

You and your wife, you
have a good relationship?

We do, yes.

And I was alone, though...

I could have taken Kayla.

I sometimes bring her to
give my wife some alone time.

Mr. Weber, your wife said

that your phone has the
most recent photos of Kayla.

It would be very helpful to us

to be able to distribute
those pictures to the press.

Yeah. Sure.

Okay.

Ah, there's one taken a couple of days ago.

May I ask you to sign this consent form

so that we can borrow your phone?

That will allow us to
print out these pictures.

- Sure, whatever you need.
- Thank you, sir.

I'll get this back to you as soon as I can.

Mr. Weber, have you noticed any new people

taking an interest in you?

No more than usual.

Have you had any deliveries or visitors,

or someone trying to
learn about your family?

Or the location of Kayla's
room... reporters, neighbors?

No, no one knew. No one.

How about staff? Maids? Gardeners?

All of that is taken
care of by the landlords.

The only staff I have is Curtis.

- He's more of a friend.
- You trust him?

I do.

But I'm also really, really mad at him.

I mean, so angry

I'm not sure I could even
look at him right now.

Mr. Weber, since you became a free agent,

I'm very aware that
there are many upset fans

from your old team.

But all of those threats are directed at me,

not my little girl.

Not my little girl.

Not my little girl.

Everything he said

matches with what we've been told here,

except I assumed Mr. Weber was further away.

The fact that he was only downtown...

Well, that's news.

It's not just news. It's a lie.

Weber told us he was at the gym

and spent the night at
the downtown Canyon Spa.

Well, according to the
location services on his phone,

he was at a luxury high-rise
building in Beverly Hills

for the entire night.

No wonder his bodyguard covered for him.

Jim was with someone else.

The night his daughter went missing.

In the four hours I spent with Mr. Rasenick,

I found him to be emotionally
rigid, easily frustrated,

resentful of authority,
while at the same time

unconsciously expressing
feelings of social inadequacy

for which he overcompensated

with threats, boasting, and rage.

So your conclusion?

Mr. Rasenick has a violent
inferiority complex

and instead of accepting
responsibility for his actions,

believes people have ganged up on him,

that the changes he's made in his own life

should outweigh his previous actions

in murdering Mariana Wallace,
for whom he has expressed

not one word of sympathy or remorse.

Thank you, doctor. Your Honor.

Mr. Monroe?

Doctor, you mentioned my
client's inferiority complex.

Have you ever heard of something
called "performance impact"?

Of course.

Isn't the performance impact
a severe manifestation

of the inferiority complex you diagnosed?

Doesn't it affect the
self-esteem of those who have it

in such a way that they're
incapable of organizing

- and completing everyday tasks?
- Yes.

But performance impact

- doesn't affect our ability to tell right from wrong.
- True.

But we're no longer
determining guilt or innocence,

but whether this young man lives or dies.

As the jury considers their penalty,
I want them to understand

Greg's emotional and intellectual capacity.

Don't you think performance impact,

which has been shown to
lead to serious drug abuse,

might make it harder for
my client to comprehend

what murdering Mariana Wallace even meant?

No, I don't think he's
that mentally damaged,

nor is there any need
to complicate the issue.

Mr. Rasenick got angry and consciously
chose to kill the person who made him mad,

and that Mr. Rasenick continues to
avoid responsibility for the murder

indicates he believes, to some extent,

that he should get away with it.

Currently, S.O.B. is expanding

its grid search to a five-mile radius.

Amy is checking out the
sex-offender database.

Oh, and we sent some
officers to Beverly Hills

to look into that building
Jim went to last night.

My guess is we'll find Weber's mistress.

But that's just me.

You know, an affair can push
a parent to get rid of a kid.

This way, Weber can divorce his wife

and start fresh with nothing tying him down.

I can't say that to reporters, Andy,

and right now, Jim and
his wife are cooperating.

E-except for the whole lying about

"where were you when your
daughter went missing" part.

But if Jim thinks we're
trying to connect him

to the disappearance of his daughter,
the next time we talk to him,

he'll be behind a whole wall of attorneys.

Here's something that might help.

I wouldn't release it to the
press, but it's progress.

So, Captain, the house the Webers rent

is way off the main streets,
backing up to Parkland.

And between the hours of
midnight and 4:00 A.M. last night,

collating all the security
footage from the neighborhood,

we can find only one car
driving up and down the road

leading to the residence.

Where's the road run?

From their driveway to
1/4 of a mile due south

on the other side of the State Park.

The image is very low-res.

Any way to clean it up so
we can see more detail?

Unfortunately, no.

The house is too far back from the street.

But based on the direction of the car,

it leads us to this footage
about a minute and a half later.

And... and you're sure it's the same car?

From the abduction point to here,

there are no other streets to turn off to.

So it's definitely the same car.

It's a grayish-green Chrysler 300

with a matte-black finish
on the roof and the hood.

You can tell all that from this video?

Even in this light, we can
tell the color of a car.

And when it's passing under lights,
no hard reflection from the top...

Okay, look, look, look... If Mike says

it's a grayish-green Chrysler
with black matte accents,

then let's put out a
broadcast to that effect.

We're in a hurry here.

Hold on.

I just got an update from Computer Sciences.

They've been monitoring the
Webers' social-media accounts.

This was just posted on Instagram,

and they tagged Jim Weber.

It's hers. It's Kayla's. She
loves that bunny blanket.

But because Kayla isn't in the picture,

we have to question whether
it's her specific blanket

or one bought to look like it.

That's Kayla's. She chewed
on it when she was teething.

That's how the ear got torn.

She... she sleeps with it.

So whoever posted this, what do they want?

- Money?
- We don't know.

There was no ransom
demands, no instructions.

But Kayla's kidnapper

tagged this photo with your name on it,

along with adding the
hashtag "FindkaylaWeber."

Whoever took this picture
wanted it to be seen by you.

Why?

Is it proof of life? Is
that what they call it?

Hey, Jim, this could be a good thing.

Move over there.

And shut up.

So how do we get in contact
with whoever posted this?

I'll give them what they want.

And what if they want the truth
about where you were last night?

Last night?

I-I already told you
where I was last night...

- At the downtown Canyon Spa.
- Downtown Canyon Spa.

We have reason to believe
you were elsewhere,

like Beverly Hills, for example,
in a high-rise on Wilshire.

And, you see, that's odd,

because we're looking for your
daughter and you lied to us.

You think Jim had something to
do with Kayla going missing?

We don't know what to think.

Because normally
when children are kidnapped,

the parents are incredibly truthful.

And you haven't been, Jim.

- Do we need a lawyer?
- I don't know. Do you?

Okay. Okay, fine, I'll tell you.

- No.
- No, I have to, for Kayla.

Jim, you don't need...

Ooh, did I not tell you
to shut your damn mouth?

Do you want me to shut it for you?

I need to know that what
I'm about to tell you

does not leave this room.

You have our word.

Okay.

I was seeing a doctor.

Really?

In the middle of the night?

Why?

Last year, late season, I
started having shoulder trouble.

I didn't tell anybody about it

because I knew it would
affect me going free-agent.

But the pain got worse.

Turns out, I tore some
cartilage. I needed surgery.

So, last night, you were
having an operation?

Minimally invasive, simple.

Should heal in six weeks.

But you can see why I don't
want this getting out.

This arm is worth over $100 million,

and I'd let you cut it off right now

if it meant getting back my little girl.

What can I do to help?

Where did this picture
of her blanket come from?

We're serving a warrant right
now to find out, I promise you.

Does the
Instagram have a name for us

or any other identifying information?

Just the username...

W-what about personal information?

Uh, like an address, a phone number?

All that's needed to create
the Instagram account

is a login name and an e-mail
address, which could be fake.

So the dirtbag can show the
kid's blanket to the world

without us tracking him?

His location service is off,
which is not surprising.

Maybe I can find him.

- Maybe.
- Well, how?

In addition to the username,
e-mail address, and password,

the... the Instagram provided us

with the original sign-up I.P.
address used to create the account.

Now, all I.P. addresses, static and dynamic,

- are unique to the user.
- What does that mean?

It means if the person who
posted the blanket photograph

did it from his home
desktop or laptop or phone

instead of a proxy, we can trace them.

Let's ping it, see where it came from.

Looks like our Instagrammer
posted from Compton.

Or a four-block radius
therein, the center being

the intersection of Holmes and Douglas.

Lots of apartment buildings, sir.

Okay, okay, before we light up
the town, Mike, get down there.

Discreetly call S.I.S.

Have Sykes meet you there.

Comb that neighborhood completely

for a grayish-green Chrysler 300

with a black matte roof and hood.

I'll let the Captain know
that we might have a lead.

Parking spot is reserved
for Apartment Number 2.

The Chrysler's plates come back to an
Ike Gibson, arrested twice for dealing.

Hey, Ike, I need you to move your car.

Yeah? Who are you?

Uh, is that your
Chrysler in the driveway?

Yeah, is something wrong with it?

What the hell? What the hell?!

You broke my nose! Hey!

Hey! Let go of me!

Let go of me! Get off!

Get him some medical attention
and read him his rights.

Tao?

The guy moved. I saw this blanket.

Did not see Kayla. Amy, bedroom.

Julio, kitchen.

Clear! Clear!

Clear!

Guys.

Found her.

I was searching for my sister
for a whole year after she died.

Hoping, praying to hear her voice.

And this man, this man...

Drowned her and threw her in the
trash like she didn't matter.

It's not that I think
Mariana is that important

or that I'm so important, but
we were important to each other.

And this guy... he killed
her without a second thought.

Thank you, Mr. Wallace.

Mr. Monroe?

Uh, no questions, Your Honor.

The witness may step down.

I'm not really
ready to talk to you.

I'm... I'm barely finished with my prelim.

As you know, this is a
very high-profile case.

If you have any...

The media is not my concern,
and I don't work for you.

Now, if someone here wants to
cut open a 5-year-old girl,

see how it makes you feel, be my guest.

Doctor, we need to break the
news to this little girl's parents.

- They haven't been notified yet?
- No.

Is there a reason for that?

We don't work for you, either.

Okay, guys, could we...

Okay, I just... I don't
want anything I say here

showing up on "Live at 5:00."

It won't.

I see no signs of abuse
or sexual molestation.

Thank god.

Time of death?

Kind of impossible to say just
yet. She was... refrigerated.

So that slowed down decomp.

Yes, Amy. What's up?

Our suspect's lawyer just arrived.

Well, that's disappointing,

but Ike has the right to call an attorney.

That's the problem, Lieutenant.

Ike didn't call anybody yet.
The lawyer just showed up.

- I mean, how did he know?
- Really?

Thanks.

Andy, what's wrong?

I'll tell you what's wrong... Everything.

Starting with how one of your
detectives assaulted my client

and then busted into his
apartment without a warrant.

- We had exigent circumstances, sir.
- Which we contest.

A 5-year-old girl went missing.

And her body was in your
client's refrigerator, dead.

- How do you argue with that?
- The asshole's about to tell you.

My client isn't the only one
with keys to that apartment.

The landlord had the key.
The handyman has the key.

Oh, so someone else put Kayla's body

in your client's refrigerator
without his knowledge.

And Ike never noticed all
the food and shelves cleared out

to make room for the body?

His attention was elsewhere.

Was it on the half a pound of cocaine

we found on your kitchen table?

Were you looking for drugs or for the girl?

I can't remember which
one was on the warrant.

Oh, that's right. You didn't have a warrant.

Which is why everything you found in
the last two hours is inadmissible.

Unless ike is confessing,

- we should isolate the Webers right now.
- Why?

Someone posted a picture of
us grabbing Ike on Instagram.

Read the comments.

"Same cops were at the Webers'
in Brentwood. #FindKaylaWeber."

"Looks like they caught
the guy. #FindKaylaWeber."

I asked you guys to be discreet.

Everybody's phone has a camera, sir.

We can be discreet.

Invisible is a little harder.

Flynn, grab the Webers from
their conference room...

And walk 'em down to my office.

- Major crimes.
- And make sure they stay off of their devices.

- Buzz Watson.
- Thank you.

It's Dr. Morales. He's
determined cause of death.

All right, uh, pull the
Captain out of that interview.

Transfer that call to Mike.

- Hold on one second, doctor.
- It's not good.

Well, under
the circumstances, Mike,

what would be a good cause of death?

Something other than a cocaine overdose.

What?

How did that happen?

It was administered orally,
and there was food

in Kayla Weber's stomach
at the time of death.

All right, Mrs. Weber said
that they had pizza for dinner,

but that was around 9:00 P.M.

- Did Kayla eat anything after that?
- No.

And based on the digestion of that pizza,

Morales places time of
death close to 9:30 P.M.

The security videos show Ike's
car in the Webers' neighborhood

after 1:00 in the morning.

So, Ike drove away with
Kayla aftershe was dead.

Mr. Gibson,
you're under arrest.

Detective Sanchez will escort
your client to booking.

Don't worry. We'll talk soon.

Oh, I'd worry, Ike. I'd worry quite a lot.

You and your attorney here
will not be talking again

before you enter the courtroom
for your arraignment.

The hell's going on?

I need my lawyer back. You hear?

- You hear me?
- Yes, yes, we hear you.

- But we can't do that.
- What?

- That's a violation of my rights.
- Just be quiet.

Don't speak, and listen.

Your vehicle was
filmed early this morning

leaving the Webers' neighborhood.

You posted a photo of Kayla
Weber's blanket on Instagram.

And her body was found in your refrigerator

wrapped in plastic and stuffed into a box!

- So you were involved, asshole!
- He's going to confess.

- However, Ike, we have our doubts
- Confess to what?

- Is it even a murder?
- about how involved you were.

That's the question.

Which is why we're willing
to let you revoke your rights

just long enough for you to tell us

who overdosed Kayla with cocaine.

Or you can sit there like a
dumb-ass and say nothing.

We'll let the justice system decide

what to do with a drug-dealer

who keeps 5-year-old
girls in his refrigerator.

Yeah, do you really want to go
into County as a child killer?

Child killer? Shit, shit.

I hadn't thought of that.

- 'Cause I ain't no child killer, man!
- No, no, no, no.

You do not get to explain
yourself until you revoke.

Oh, I revoke. I, uh...

I got the call, right?

And I thought, you know,

I'm about to do a solid for
Jim and we'd be good again.

But Jim wasn't even there.

And they handed me this heavy-ass box.

And, man, and this...
And this blanket and shit?

Wait, wait, wait a minute. Who called you?

Who gave you Kayla's body?

Curtis.

- Curtis Turner?
- The Webers' bodyguard?

Yeah. Curtis the one gave me that box.

But he said it was an accident, man.

What was an accident?

That although Lori had told
Kayla to stay out of them,

Kayla had got into Lori's drugs

and swallowed all of her cocaine.

That can't be right.

What can't be right?

If ike is telling the truth...

Kayla's death is not a murder.

Mr. Beck, you've been involved

with my client for some time.

You even have an in-depth video blog

in which you're doing
a story about his life.

- Is that right?
- Yes.

Why are you so interested in Greg?

Well, my first story was about Mariana,

the girl he murdered.

And as I got to know the victim,
I felt I needed to know more

about the character of...

Of her killer.

And so you studied Greg.
What did you find out?

Um...

That he had a troubled childhood.

Uh, his... his father was
largely absent from his life

and ended up killing his
mother right in front of him.

And his family let him go
into foster care, I think,

because he had some kind
of learning disability,

maybe dyslexia.

I'm not sure.

But none of that was helped
by the extensive drug use

he began at the age of 12,

a-an addiction that he admits
fueled his criminal activity.

Wouldn't you say, though,

that being left on the
street at a young age...

Well, he actually wasn't on the
street for his entire teens.

- Do you... do you want me to talk about that?
- No.

No, I'm just saying he was, for a while,

an unsupervised minor and
had no adult to care for him.

Do you not see that as a
mitigating factor in sentencing?

W-well, I... the same
could be said about me.

My... my mother and her boyfriend

abandoned me when I was 15.

The victim was also 15 with
no one there to care for her.

And neither of us killed anyone.

Do you not think Greg was a
victim of institutional neglect,

and that society is at
least partly responsible

for what happened the day Mariana died?

Yeah, society may have neglected him, yes,

but it didn't force him to do meth.

That was a choice, and I'm sorry,

but when you use the word
"victim," I think of Mariana.

Not your client.

Thank you. No more questions.

D.D.A. Hobbs?

The people have no questions
for this witness, Your Honor.

There are some things
we're not ready to talk about,

but we want to bring you up to date
with where we are in the investigation.

And I believe Ike Gibson
was a friend of yours.

Mm, we used to hang.

He used to work for me

until I found out he was
dealing drugs on the side.

Why are you asking about Ike? Does
he have something to do with Kayla?

We believe so, yes, so we've
brought him in for questioning.

But Ike's attorney appeared
before he even called one.

And that almost never happens, really.

So now there are certain
things that Ike can't tell us.

Okay, I don't understand.

How is Ike connected to Kayla?

Mr. Weber, I'm afraid we have
some very bad news for you.

Yeah.

Unfortunately, sir, ma'am,

we found your daughter's
body in Ike's refrigerator,

- in a box wrapped in a plastic bag.
- No!

- No!
- No!

No! No.

She's...

No, that can't be right.

Kayla's not dead. No. How?

W-what did Ike do to her?
W-what did he do to her?

I'm sure this is hard to hear,
but Kayla went missing

much earlier than we thought last night,

when she died of an overdose of cocaine.

What?! Cocaine?!

He did this to her?

Ike gave her cocaine?

- He did this to Kayla?
- We are trying to determine if...

- Do you have Ike here?
- Mr. Weber, I hate to ask you this,

but Ike's defense attorney will
suggest it, so I have to know.

Do you ever have cocaine in your home?

Why would you ask me that?

Because Ike has an alibi
for Kayla's time of death.

Do you ever have
cocaine in your home?

- I need an answer.
- Please, Mr. Weber.

Answer the question.

Do you think...

When all the trouble I went
to in order to have surgery

that I would risk my career
and my daughter's life

by having cocaine anywhere
near me or my family?

I am so sorry, Jim.

Lori.

We can hold off on the rest of
the questioning until tomorrow.

We'll get the two of you a ride home.

And you know what? Maybe Curtis here

can help us clear up
some outstanding issues.

Jim?

I need...

Oh, dear. Geez.

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 one,

- one will be appointed to you by the state.
- Sorry about reading you your rights again, Curtis,

but Jim is not the only
free agent in L.A. tonight

looking for a deal.

Yeah, your good friend Ike
wants to negotiate, too.

So we're going to ask you about
how Kayla overdosed on cocaine.

She... She was abducted.

It was made to look that way.

We believe someone screwed around

with the window in Kayla's bedroom,

but it was done after her death.

Then we found out that this vehicle

showed up not far from the
Webers' house last night.

It's a Chrysler 300.
It's owned by Ike Gibson.

Isn't that a coincidence?

Because you and Ike and
Jim grew up together,

and then Ike just happened
to be in your neighborhood

after Kayla died.

And then in another coincidence,

Ike's attorney just happened to show up.

- Or maybe it's not a coincidence.
- We have nothing to hold the Webers on,

- so we've sent them home for the night.
- Maybe you called Ike's lawyer.

The patrol is staying on the road

- that leads away from the house.
- Because we can see right here on Ike's phone...

I don't know what for. It's not a murder.

- Where you definitely called... Last night at 11:00 P.M.
- The best you can do here

is parental negligence and illegal
disposal of human remains.

And that depends on Curtis
confirming Ike's statement.

You need some good news.

Now, you can tell us the
exact same story Ike told us

and that you had nothing to do

with how Kayla swallowed so much cocaine,

and we won't charge you for killing a child.

Killing Kayla?

I loved that little girl.

I was there the day she was born.

And you were there the night that she died!

You were there the night she died.

You have no idea how awful that was.

Seeing her like that.

Who do you think played
with her more... me or Jim?

Who do you think took her to the movies

and to kindergarten and
picked her up every day?

You think Jim and Lori did that?

She may not have been my blood,
but she was my little girl, too,

so screw them!

- Screw who?
- Screw who?

Lori called me in
the middle of the night,

screaming, saying, "help me, help me,
something's wrong with Kayla."

What was wrong with her?

Kayla swallowed all of Lori's cocaine.

And Lori didn't notice because she was drunk

and passed out on the sofa.

But later, when she woke up,

she stuck her head in Kayla's room.

But Kayla was...

She was already dead.

Still not murder.

- Are you kidding?
- Jim... He's my friend.

What is it, then?

Hold on. Let's... let's
hear the whole story.

I was just trying to protect him.

I thought a kidnapping would
look better than what happened,

so I helped Lori wrap up Kayla's body.

And I put it in a box.

And I gave it to Ike,
along with Kayla's blanket,

so he could post it and make
it look like an abduction

by some weirdo.

I guess you have a civil
suit against the Webers.

- I messed with the window myself.
- They should reimburse the city

- for the cost of the critical missing.
- What could he say that would alter the dynamics here?

I did it every time Ike rolled through

because Jim didn't want him around.

But Lori... she was always
very serious with Kayla

about staying out of her cocaine.

Kayla knew that Lori was
using, but Jim didn't?

Kayla was around Lori more.

She... she saw her mother snorting it.

Lori told her it was...

Her mama's special sugar.

Not news.

We already know she's a terrible mother.

I'll file on negligence if you want

and try to think of something else.

Mama's sugar. And Kayla
knew where she kept it?

Do you not see how a little
girl might be tempted by this?!

Yes.

Yes.

I told Lori after the first incident

to move the blow out of Kayla's closet.

She kept the cocaine in Kayla's closet?!

She thought Kayla couldn't reach it.

'Cause Jim never went in there,
she thought it was a good idea.

Wait, wait, wait, wait. First incident?!

You mean there was a prior incident?

If this is a pattern, Andrea...

I might get manslaughter.

Not as bad as this one, but yes.

Kayla put the cocaine all
over her cereal one morning.

I took her to the team doctor
and pumped her stomach.

I thought she'd never do that again.

If we find the doctor that treated
Kayla after the first overdose...

And if he corroborates this story...

I'll find him...

If it takes all night and all day tomorrow,

I will find the son of a
bitch, and he'll confirm it.

God honest, I was just trying
to protect all of them.

Just remember, when you get
the doctor's statement...

Unless she deliberately poisoned
her daughter, it's not a murder.

I wish it were me. I wish
it were me instead of Kayla.

Why couldn't it have been me?

Hard to disagree with him.

So Greg, is there anything
you'd like the jury

to know before they
determine your sentencing?

Yes, sir.

Uh, first, I'm really sorry
about what happened to Alice...

Mariana, I mean.

We hung out some and everything.

And I'm sorry I-I followed
her into the house

where she was working and that I robbed it.

I was on some bad drugs back then.

High all the time, and
that put me in a bad place.

But, see, this lady that Alice... Mariana...

worked for, she was insured.

Okay, she was rich.

And I didn't think she'd have Alice arrested

over the... the stuff I stole.

Uh, excuse me, Greg.

Can you tell me if you've
thought about Mariana

since you've been in jail?

All the time.

I mean, if she hadn't died, I
wouldn't be here right now, would I?

So, like her brother said,

her dying was the worst thing
that could have happened to me.

I totally agree with that. I totally agree.

I understand why he's upset.

And I'm sorry for him, too, man.

Very sorry.

Would the People like to
ask the defendant anything?

In your apology, did I hear you say anything

about remorse for the
murder of Mariana Wallace?

Did you say you were sorry for killing her?

No.

Even though you tricked
people into believing that,

I can't be sorry for
what I didn't do, can I?

No further questions.

Thank you, Mr. Rasenick.

You may step down.

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,

it's now time for you to deliberate

on Mr. Rasenick's sentencing.

If you have any questions,

please communicate them through the bailiff.

And we will reconvene when
you've reached a decision.

Meanwhile, we're adjourned.

Ah.

The doctor confirmed Curtis' story,

so it's still not a murder.

And Mrs. Weber will probably have

the most expensive lawyer
that money can buy.

I don't care, Lieutenant.
Serve the search warrant.

Arrest her for manslaughter.

We'll see what happens.

Hey.

Hey. Um...

I'm... I-I'm sorry I lost
my temper the other day.

I...

I caught up with... with your story.

You know, maybe I-I-I let other feelings

get mixed up in what
was going on between us.

Crossed signals, right?

Gus, uh...

This is hard to say, but...

You don't know me, really.

And... and the truth is, you'd be...

better off not caring about me so much.

Yeah.

Light years better.

But I do care.

And... and that's the problem.

Only, it's... it's my problem.

So y-you don't have to worry about it.

In a week or two, I'll be gone.

We won't see each other again.

Thanks for...

For being nice about it.

Mr. Weber, I have a warrant
to search these premises.

Uh, if you would step aside, sir.

I don't want to hurt your shoulder, sir.

Looks like his stitches are coming undone.

Sanchez, take Buzz, head to Kayla's room.

Mike, the master.

And, Sykes, with me, please.

Um, Mr. Weber, we need to talk to your wife.

She doesn't have anything to say to you.

We have a warrant for her arrest,
and we're not leaving without her.

Hey, guys... Guys, hang on a second.

Mr. Weber, how did your stitches come loose?

Sir?

Where... is your wife?

In the backyard.

Let's grab a seat.

Yeah.

Let's... Let's do that.

Uh, I'm...

I'm really tired.

Guys.

Just keep filming, Buzz.
Keep filming, you understand?

Looks fairly recent, sir.

I-I'd say dead less than an hour.

Okay.

Now it's a murder.