Major Crimes (2012–2018): Season 4, Episode 6 - Personal Effects - full transcript

[ Sighs ]

Louie, honey, is this
painting special to you?

Not if you want to get rid of it.

[ Camera shutter clicks ]

Patrice, uh, what are
you taking pictures for?

This designer friend of mine

said that he would help us redecorate.

Oh, uh... [ Chuckles ]

I thought we were just
getting rid of my stuff

to make room for some of yours.

A little update won't kill you.



My friend stages houses
to help them sell better,

and we are getting a huge, huge discount.

Discount?

Mm-hmm.

H-hold on one second.

What... w-what's this?

Well, they look like hunting decoys

with lampshades mounted to them.

Patrice, I-I've had these
lamps for over 30 years.

Okay, look, how about you
keep just one of them?

[ Telephone rings ] What?

Patrice, we... we can't split them up.

Uh, ducks mate for life.

Patrice: Well, we'll ask
Goodwill to sell them together.



Hello? Uh, oh, yes.

It's Flynn.

Please, God. Tell me you have a murder.

This was found a few weeks ago now

by a 7-year-old girl

hiking a trail off Mulholland with her dad.

She thought it was a dinosaur bone

until her father started screaming.

Hollywood division was
brought in to search the area,

and they found these remains.

Seem to all be from the same body.

Indeed. Male. 40s.

Perfect teeth... At least his uppers.

And the numbers correspond
to the location on the map

- where each bone was found.
- Right.

Most of them were scattered
by animals across the area,

roughly a mile in diameter.

And we're buying this
from Hollywood because?

Well, for starters, Mr. Box-of-bones here

was, uh, shot in the head.

Well, at that angle, it could be suicide.

The bullet wound was not
what caught my attention.

There was no I.D. at the
scene, so Dr. Morales ran DNA.

I got a hit back from a rape
kit filed two years ago.

Flynn: Victim's name is Kelly Press...

27 at the time of her sexual assault.

So... so, in order,

Mr. Box-of-bones rapes Kelly Press.

Now, a year later, uh,
last August or September,

someone maybe put a bullet in his head.

Now, another year passes,
and we find ourselves

standing around his bones in the morgue.

Something like that, yes.

Looking at the size of
the entry, what is that?

- A .22?
- Very probably.

And judging from the fracturing,

the bullet shot into the
skull was at point blank.

Now, just to be clear,

I can't list murder as the cause of death.

Even though the gun was
not found by the body?

What body?

So, Captain, I'll find
out if our rape victim

or anyone in her family
has a registered weapon.

Please do. Thank you... Lieutenant.

Um, Captain, I-I hate to
suggest forcing this young woman

back through her sexual assault, but...

No. Sadly, Kelly Press is
the logical place to start.

Uh, let's see if she's
available for a visit.

I used to teach second grade,
but after it happened,

there were a few months I didn't
really leave my apartment.

School finally had to let me go.

How long have you been working
at the rape treatment center?

A little more than a year.

Helping people recover from sexual assault

made me feel less vulnerable.

We understand that you've purchased a gun

- since the assault.
- A little .38.

- And our guy was shot with a .22.
- It's in my purse.

She could have bought the .22 on the corner.

- I took lessons, too.
- Sounds like she'd know how to use it.

Thought it would make me feel safer.
[ Scoffs ]

Why do you care about that?

Ms. Press, we were hoping
you might walk us through

the details of what happened
the night you were...

I've been over this several times.

And we've read your statement,

but maybe there's a chance
your memories have changed.

I doubt it.

Sharon: You told the detectives

that your attacker put
something in your drink.

Because I blacked out. Yeah.

And I've never done that before.

Was it a drink this man bought you?

Yes.

I was at a bar, getting stood up

by some blind date that
I had arranged online.

And...

There was this guy...
Handsome, a little older.

We started talking.

[ Voice breaking ] He was nice.

He asked to take me to dinner.

[ Chuckles ]

My lucky night, right?

I should have known better.

You remember leaving with him?

No.

When I came to, I was...

In the backseat of his car.

My... my pants were
pulled down, and he was...

I couldn't move.

I told him to stop, but
he didn't, so I just...

I focused on the air freshener

swinging from the rearview mirror.

It smelled like vanilla.

After he was done, he turned on the radio...

Opened the sunroof,

called me babe,

and he drove me home like nothing happened.

Tao: In her original statement,

Kelly said the assault occurred
in a white four-door BMW,

but she did not mention a sunroof.

What if Mr. Box-of-bones

was driving that car when he disappeared?

Then he left it somewhere
and never come back for it.

So what happened to it?

Excuse me, Buzz.

♪

We ran a search for all
white BMWs with sunroofs

that have been impounded
between the last 9 and 12 months.

- Mike.
- 11 vehicles matching that description

were towed in the county of Los Angeles.

Sanchez: All of which were
claimed by their owners

within 72 hours, except one.

Owned by this guy, Tate Harrison.

And get this, Captain.

He's officially been missing
since last September.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

Okay, let's keep our fingers crossed.

[ Coin clinks ]

Ms. Press...

I want you to prepare
yourself for a moment, okay?

This may be upsetting.

Okay.

Ready?

You recognize this man.

That's him.

That's the man who raped me.

Okay.

[ Elevator bell dings ]

Oh, Rusty, uh, thanks for meeting me.

- Oh.
- Yeah, no problem.

Uh, Lieutenant Provenza,
this is my friend T.J.

I'm borrowing his pickup
to move your stuff faster.

Ah, your friend.

Uh, great.

Uh, here's the key to my front door.

Change of plans.

I want you to move all of my stuff

to this unit

at L.A. Store-it.

It's about five blocks from my house.

But if Patrice comes home and asks,

then I want you to say

that you're still taking
everything to Goodwill.

So you're starting out
your new life with Patrice

by lying to her?

I won't be lying to her. You will.

Besides, what if they move in
together and it doesn't work out

and he gave away all of his stuff?

Exactly. Thank you.

Yeah, you see, what's his
name here... he gets it.

Oh, and I've got these two large
lamps that look like ducks.

Yep. I've seen them.

They're hideous.

You know, just because you're gay

doesn't make you an
expert on interior design.

I am putting one of those ducks
on each corner of my desk.

Huh?

Oh. Here's the $150.

$150? You told me $200, Lieutenant.

Fine. Fine.

By the way, you know that date
your mother went on with Flynn

while I was off?

- How'd it go?
- Why?

Well, 'cause they've
started calling each other

"Captain" and "Lieutenant" again.

So?

Well, aren't you curious? I
thought you were a journalist.

I thought you were a detective.

You're friends with Andy.

Ask him, all right?

And that's the way you talk to
someone who just gave you $200.

Fine. [ Elevator bell dings ]

Fine. Fine. Fine.

Nice to have met you, Lieutenant.

Yeah, sure.

Just be careful with my stuff.

His body fit in one box, and
his personal effects in another.

Couple of nice pens, a
high-school graduation ring,

child's baseball glove, compass, some books.

That all?

Well, the apartment came furnished,

and his landlord sold everything else

because Harrison was behind on rent, ma'am.

Yeah, well, it might have
looked like the victim left town.

This baseball glove is
too small for Harrison,

it's too new to be something
from his childhood,

and the name on it says "Stinger."

That's a nickname for a big hitter, ma'am.

Are there any children in Harrison's life?

Sykes: No, but he does have family

and grew up in Santa
Monica... Wealthy parents.

They have a successful sportswear business,

managed now by Tate's
older brother, Jonathan.

Tao: Parents, brother,

yet Tate was reported
missing by his landlord.

So he wasn't close to his family.

Not according to Facebook.

He didn't work with them, either.

Last summer, he was
teaching surfing in Malibu,

and the winter before that, he was
a snowboard instructor in Mammoth.

Not a bad life if you can
handle past-due notices

for all of your utilities.

And, you know, he might have been sick.

Here's an outstanding medical bill

for $800.

It's from a diagnostic lab.

We should send his death
certificate to this lab

and find out what this test was for.

Flynn: Could be rehab.

I mean, this is like a
little mini 12-step library.

I have most of these books myself.

Tao: Tate Harrison's
final credit-card purchase

before he fell off the grid
was last September 2nd...

A charge of $9.73 at Vermont
Grinds... it's a coffee shop...

Uh, with an address one block
north of fountain on Vermont.

Oh, right across the street from
where Tate's BMW was towed.

Flynn: Yeah, that's two doors down

from the largest AA meeting in Hollywood.

So you think that our rapist
was getting sober, Lieutenant?

Could be, Captain.

Uh... so, um...

$9.73, you say?

Seems like a lot of money
for one cup of coffee.

Or he was at Vermont
Grinds with someone, sir.

Tao: I'll call the credit-card company,

see if I can get a copy
of the original receipt.

Flynn: Okay, listen to this.

"Dear Tate, congratulations
on your first 90 days.

Keep coming back. It works.

Mark Sudduth."

Sykes, is there a Mark Sudduth
among his Facebook friends?

Well, let's see.

What about Harrison's family, ma'am?

Well, they didn't contact
us when he went missing.

We can... take a moment to notify them.

Something in there that piques
your curiosity, Captain?

Oh.

I always wonder, what kind
of life did someone lead

that their personal effects
end up in our murder room?

Uh...

Mark: He may have misjudged
many things in life,

but there's no doubt Tate is an alcoholic.

Took him six years to get 90 days.

Not unheard of, but he
went the long way 'round.

Would you say this time he was,
uh, working the program?

Maybe. He was a retread.

A guy fails in his commitment
once... that you expect.

A guy can't commit four or five times...

Maybe it's not gonna happen.

There's no .22 registered to this guy

or to Tate's brother,
Jonathan, either, ma'am.

Well, why make it easy for us?

Given his all to step
nine, which is a bitch.

Step nine... making amends

to everyone you offended while using.

Mm. I've been on the other side
of an amends once or twice.

In my experience, saying "I'm sorry"

doesn't always get you off the hook.

Did Tate put together a list of people

he wanted to apologize to?

There were 20, 25 names. Sure.

Do you remember anyone specifically?

I know his family was on it,
and from what I could tell,

they weren't too open to his apology.

Last time I saw Tate, he
looked like a punching bag.

Well, who'd he fight with?

His brother Jim or Jon...
Something like that...

Okay, now we notify the family,
starting with Jonathan Harrison.

But he didn't want to talk about it.

Flynn: And when was this...
Last time you saw him?

Uh, mid-August, maybe.

Did you talk to him after that?

No. No, I didn't.

Someone you're sponsoring
gets into a fight, disappears,

and you don't think to check on him?

Tate didn't disappear.

I did.

It was right about that time that I, uh...

Had a slip.

Took me a couple weeks.

[ Sniffles ]

Sorry.

You know, 20 years in [Chuckles]

I thought I knew all the
places I had gone wrong,

and I didn't.

It happens.

Certainly does.

My ex moved our son to Florida last June.

That's when I fell off.

I haven't seen him since.

How old is your boy?

13.

Does he play baseball?

No. He plays bass guitar.

Why?

I-is Tate in some kind of trouble?

What do you think?

Did you ever go with Tate to Vermont Grinds?

Sometimes, before or after meetings.

His last bill was for
a latte and a mint tea.

Sound about right?

Not a lot of mint-tea
drinkers at our meeting.

Maybe West Hollywood or Beverly Hills.

Tate would have a latte sometimes.

And lots and lots of red wine...
The cheaper, the better.

Hello.

Sanchez: Mr. Harrison,
this is Captain Raydor

and Lieutenant Provenza.

Captains and lieutenants. Wow.

Tate's moved up in the world.

So, what is it this time?

D.U.I.? Cocaine?

I thought Tate had sobered up.

Yeah. See, they... they try
to fool you by not drinking,

but addicts are addicts,

manipulating emotions, playing
on hopes, lying, stealing.

If a rapist stops drinking,
what you get is a sober rapist.

So, what's he done now?

Do you recall your last visit with Tate?

Was he different at all?

He asked stop by a few days in
advance... unusually thoughtful.

He claimed to have been sober for a month,

so that was different.

Uh... he started off
talking about apologies,

and he sounded really sincere.

But you don't think he was.

The second after I told him
we'd try to work through it,

he's back to the same old, helpless Tate...

Behind on his rent, overdrawn with the bank,

his utilities about to be shut off.

Did you offer to help him?

I offered him a job,

which is what I told my parents I'd do

if he ever cleaned up his act.

But work...

Tate didn't even think about it.

His life was all about the great outdoors.

Well, that's where we found him.

Provenza: Then what happened?

How did you end your visit?

Is that what this meeting's about?

Why you read me my rights?

Because of what I did to Tate?

What did you do to him?

Before he left, I caught him
going through my wife's purse,

and I-I lost it.

I beat him up. [ Clears throat ]

Told him I never wanted to see him again.

See, I wasn't gonna let
him do to my mom and dad,

who are enjoying their retirement,
what he'd done to me.

See, they're on that list
of people he showed me...

Everyone he owed an apology...

But he wasn't really sorry about anything.

Do you remember anyone
else's name on the list?

Only the one I gave him.

"Hey, Johnny, help me out.

There's this woman who used to work for us.

I owe her an amends."

Bullshit.

Who was the woman?

Mallory Greggs,

a clothing designer...

Mallory Greggs... that should
be a fairly easy name to find.

Stealing from his own family.

So he's not just a rapist.

He's criminally versatile.

Sociopath.

So, what's the deal? I
mean, what has Tate done?

Lieutenant Provenza will explain it to you.

Thank you for your help.

Provenza: [ Clears throat ]

Mr. Harrison,

your brother disappeared
early last September,

and we're trying to find
out what happened to him.

So if you should hear from him, let us know.

We found one Mallory Greggs.
Address in Melrose Hill.

- She's pretty interesting.
- Why do you say that?

Husband owns four guns
registered to his name.

One's a .22.

Well, it's not enough for a warrant,

but it's definitely worth a visit.

Mr. Greggs?

Yeah?

Detective Sanchez, L.A.P.D.

This is Detective Sykes.

Is your wife around, sir?

No, she's at work.

Olivia: Daddy, your turn.

I'll be there in a sec, honey.

Um, maybe she can call you?

She works during the day now.

Daddy!

Sweetie, one sec. Daddy's talking.

Hey, are you police?

We are.

Tim, please.

Do you want to leave a card or...

Sir, do you recognize this man?

No. Why?

That's mommy's friend.

Sweetie, I don't think...

He gave me a cookie.

Shut up, Livvy.

Look, I don't know that guy.

Sorry. Anything else?

The .22-caliber pistol you have
registered to your name...

Is it in the house?

May we take a look at it?

W-what?

Can we look at your guns, sir?

Do you have a search warrant?

Look, I don't know what this is
about, but I'm busy right now.

Come on, Olivia. Tim.

Sorry not to be more helpful.

♪

[ Dog barks in distance ]

[ Camera shutter clicks ]

Are you sure this is going
to be okay with your mom?

Oh, yeah, yeah. She'll understand.

All right.

See you tomorrow, then.

Okay.

Oh, and, uh, text me

if you hear from that guy
who was calling Alice.

I will. Yeah.

Bye.

Oh.

Oh, hey. [ Chuckles nervously ]

Sharon, um, this is...

This is my friend, T.J.

Nice to meet you.

It's nice to meet you, T.J.

Are... are you... are you
just coming in, or are you...

Uh, no, no, no. I was...

- I was just leaving.
- Okay.

Bye.

Bye.

[ Door closes ]

He seems like a very nice young man.

I hope he didn't leave, you
know, because I came hom...

Oh... oh, my God.

Oh, what is this?

Uh, Lieutenant Provenza,
he... he paid me and T.J.

to bring all the stuff Patrice
didn't like into storage.

And... and... and, then, why is it here?

Well, the... the unit he
rented was way too small,

and we couldn't take it back to his house,

because Patrice thinks
it's all going to Goodwill.

And it's not because?

Because, I guess, if living
with Patrice doesn't work out,

he'd still want his old furniture?

Well, it can't stay here
until he figures all that out.

[ Cellphone chimes ] Uh, no.

I-I already talked to him.

Uh, he's renting another unit,

and this will all be gone tomorrow.

So... although, if he's that uncertain,

maybe he should rethink
the whole thing, huh?

Well, once you've been in
a... a long-term relationship

or... or two,

you know something about how risky they are.

I mean, a romance

can suddenly upend the
whole balance of your life.

It can interfere with family
and friendships and your job,

and when you're young like you and T.J.,

- you think that love conquers all...
- I'm not... I'm not, um...

T.J. is just a friend. That's all.

Well, sometimes friendships

can [Clears throat] grow
into something more.

Thanks for the warning, but he's...

He's not even out to his family yet.

And if he's not being honest with them, I...

Hey, how do you think Patrice would feel?

Hmm?

If she knew the lieutenant
was keeping stuff from her?

That is a very interesting question.

Keeping secrets makes the people we love

seem less trustworthy, doesn't it?

[ Doorbell rings ]

Ah. Oh, good morning, Mr. Greggs.

Um, I'm Lieutenant Provenza.

We are with the Major Crimes
division of the L.A.P.D.

[ Chuckling ] Um, we still
don't have a search warrant,

but I was hoping that you
would sign this consent form,

- allowing us to enter your...
- No. Absolutely not.

I discussed this thoroughly
with my wife last night.

I don't know why you guys
are trying to intimidate us,

but you are not coming into our house.

Well, since you're still
on the fence about it,

what do you say we play a little game?

You answer no to our
questions, we'll all go away.

What questions?

Does your wife drink mint tea?

D... w-what if... what if she does?

A lot of people do. I
drink it myself sometimes.

Ah. That's good to know.

Uh, w-w-wait. We have one more question.

Does this, uh, baseball glove look familiar?

It has the word "Stinger"
written across the back.

Hey. Dad, I told you I didn't lose it.

- Tim, go to your room.
- But, dad!

Now. Take Olivia with you.

Tao: Eventually, we'll find enough
evidence to enter your house.

Now it's just a matter of
how long you want us to wait.

And how mad you want us to be
when we walk through your door.

You know, maybe you know
everything, and maybe you don't.

You did answer our questions,

so if you'll let us just take a
little look at your firearms,

we'll answer yours.

[ Keypad beeping ]

Where's your .22, sir?

I don't know.

I looked for it yesterday
after you guys were here.

It's... it's missing.

Sir, with two young kids in the house,

we should really locate that weapon.

It's not here. I searched
everywhere last night.

- Who else has the combination to this safe?
- No one.

Well, in that case, maybe we
should leave patrol officers

to finish the search

and invite you and your kids downtown

to talk about this problem.

Problem? What... what problem?

The missing gun?

- You said you'd tell me what was going on!
- I did?

Oh, well, but before we
get into that discussion...

Julio.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and
will be used against you.

I already told you.

I don't know why the .22 is missing.

- I can't explain it.
- Yeah?

Well, prior to last night,

when was the last time
you, uh, opened the safe?

I don't know. A while ago.

Before my wife went back to work full time.

Since I took over with the kids,

I don't get a chance to
go to the range anymore.

All right, let's go back
to this guy for a moment.

He came by your house?

He didn't come by my house.

Really? Well, your daughter seems to...

My daughter is 7.

She thinks she's a mermaid.

She said that she met him,

and Tate had your son's baseball glove.

How do you explain that?

I don't know.

I don't know. [ Door opens ]

The boy says his glove
disappeared last summer.

His father thought he lost it.

And both kids said that Tate Harrison

dropped by several times
while their father was out.

No sign of the .22,

though patrol did find some
mint tea in the kitchen.

Mint tea? [ Chuckles ]

That's hardly a smoking gun.

All right, so, uh, what
are we thinking here?

That... that Tate Harrison

wanted to make amends to Mallory Greggs

for something he had done.

Maybe he raped her. Maybe he
stole from her. Who knows?

And Mallory took his apology the wrong way?

How do you apologize for a rape?

He didn't apologize to Kelly Press.

Maybe he couldn't remember Kelly's name.

You think maybe he and
Mallory were having an affair

and Mr. Greggs found out about it?

Well, that still wouldn't
explain the baseball glove

being at Harrison's apartment.

Sharon: Yes, how does something
from one person's house

mysteriously end up at
someone else's apartment?

Tao: Maybe the wife can tell us.

And she might also be able

to explain all the calls she
made to Harrison's phone.

I put her in Interview 1.

[ Door closes ]

My God, this has all gotten
so out of hand, really.

I haven't seen Tate in almost a year,

and he only came by the
house once... to apologize.

- Apologize for what?
- Right out of college,

I was a design assistant for
his family's clothing label,

and Tate embezzled some money,

and he made it look like I did it.

- Rapist, thief, embezzler.
- And his father fired me.

I wonder if there's any
way to arrest the victim.

Sharon: Did you accept his apology?

Yes.

I mean, losing that job caused
me all sorts of problems.

And, look, even though his father

figured it out eventually,

it was a very upsetting episode in my life,

and I just wanted to forget the whole thing.

Is that why you never told your husband

that Tate had come by the house?

Exactly. I mean, there was no point.

What Tate did happened so long ago.

Why you care about it
all these years later...

Tao: The reason we care, Mrs. Greggs...

Someone shot Tate in the head
with a .22-caliber handgun

and dumped his body off Mulholland Drive.

And your husband's .22 is missing.

Are you sure...

that you only saw Mr. Harrison once?

I'm positive. Oh, my God.

So all these calls between
you and Mr. Harrison

from the last two weeks of August...

Those are just heavy breathing?

We're particularly interested
in September 2nd,

because that's the date that
Tate Harrison went missing.

He called you at 12:09.

You called him back at 12:58.

A few hours later,

Harrison made his last
purchase at Vermont Grinds...

One latte, one mint tea.

But who was he drinking the tea with...

Mallory or her husband?

Sharon: You can make it easier
on yourself, Mrs. Harrison,

or you can make it harder,

but we're going to get to the truth.

You want to get to the truth?

Okay.

Let's start over.

But this time, I want my lawyer.

How are we gonna get to the truth

if we start involving lawyers?

Of all the defense counsels in Los Angeles,

Mallory had to call Linda Rothman.

This'll take forever.

She's making the suspect cry.

Well, probably showed her a bill.
[ Door opens ]

- Hey, Lieutenant.
- Oh.

What do you want me to do with these?

What are those?

Lamps!

What do they look like?

Things that should be kept in the dark.

Ah. Right over here.

- Right here, by the TV.
- Wait.

- You're putting them in here?
- I am.

Finally, this place is gonna
get a little personality.

Yeah, it seems older and crankier already.

[ Door opens ] D.D.A. Meeks is here.

Oh. Out, please.

And, uh, send me Tao and Sykes.

- Uh, you're welcome.
- Sharon: I understand you're a little under the weather.

Rothman: Don't worry. It's not contagious.

I'll be fine. Ms. Rothman, I've
brought the D.A. up to speed

as to where we are with your client.

- Robin.
- Linda.

I gather Mrs. Greggs wants
to make a statement of facts.

Is that correct? [ Scoffs ]

Actually, Robin, after debriefing my client

and examining the evidence,

we could make three entirely
different statements of facts.

The version Mrs. Greggs wants
to share with you today,

against my advice, would be
in exchange for manslaughter.

- Eight years... No negotiating.
- Uh-huh.

Well, before we go to all that trouble,

if Mrs. Greggs tells me she brought a gun

when she met Mr. Harrison at Vermont Grinds,

that's premeditation...

And, at best, murder two.

Oh, but there are mitigating circumstances.

What? Self-defense?

She has a family.

She's lived an exemplary life.

She's never been in trouble
with the law before.

I want manslaughter, or you get nothing.

- [ Sighs ]
- Robin, it's all hypothetical, anyway.

Why don't we hear what
Mrs. Greggs has to say?

Now, see, that is so sensible.

And after you hear the story,

I just know you're going to agree with me.

Mallory?

I lied to you earlier.

I didn't forgive Tate for what he'd done.

I was on the fast track
at Hillhurst Apparel.

They said that I would probably
make creative director

in five years.

But getting fired for stealing that money...

You told me Tate's father
figured out what happened.

Years later.

The damage had been done.

And when Tate showed up at my house that day

to apologize for the way
that he'd ruined my life,

it just came flooding back.

And when I didn't forgive him,

he started stalking me
and threatening me, too,

saying that I was compromising his recovery.

So...

I decided that I would meet
him at that coffee shop.

When he wasn't looking,

I slipped a lot of Ambien
and Valium into his latte.

And before it could take effect,

I asked him to go for a ride with me.

And when he passed out, I...

Sounds a lot like what
Tate did to Kelly Press.

Doesn't explain the baseball glove.

Meeks: Look, before you go on, Mrs. Greggs,

you've just admitted to first-degree murder.

So manslaughter is completely off the table.

You'll regret that.

But before passing on my offer,

why don't you try
corroborating her statement?

You'd be required to do that

regardless of what plea we settle on.

What?

Something's not right.

Uh, Sykes, we need Tate's
brother back down here now.

Rothman: Don't worry, Mallory.

Everything you've said here
is completely hypothetical

until we agree on a deal.

Please, go check with her former employer.

I'm gonna wait.

Jonathan: No, Mallory wasn't fired...

For stealing or for anything else.

She attended my parents'
Christmas party her first year

and never came back to work.

She never even returned
our phone calls or...

She killed Tate?

Why?

We don't know.

But since Tate didn't get her fired,

what other reason might he have had

to apologize to Mallory?

Look, um...

I had some complaints
about him over the years.

Oh, God.

Did these complaints have anything

to do with sexual assault
against women he drugged?

I should have reported him to the police.

I know, I know. But I
feel horrible about it.

I...But my parents... It
would have killed them.

I-I didn't know about Mallory.

I didn't know.

And she had just gotten married, too.

It's horrible.

[ Tapping on glass ]

You know the medical test our
dirtbag victim never paid for?

Okay, he wasn't sick at all.

He stole the kid's glove

and swabbed it for DNA

in order to do a paternity test.

On Tim Greggs.

And it came back positive, ma'am.

Tate Harrison was Tim's biological father.

God.

Our victim came back

to make amends to Mallory
for rape... sober...

Sees the boy.

Let me point out that having sex...

Rape is not sex. You can't prove rape.

There's no contemporaneous evidence

that the sex between Mallory
Greggs and Tate Harrison

was not consensual, and you're
making assumptions based on...

The way she drugged the guy...

It's what Tate did to the other girls.

- We talked to one yesterday!
- Detective.

Look, maybe you've put the
story together properly,

but maybe you haven't.

I have questions.

And there is someone
present that we can ask.

I think you recognize this medical statement

proving that Tate Harrison
was the father of your child.

No, it's not true.

I don't know what you're talking about.

We could repeat this test.

- Would you like us to do that?
- Please do.

- It'll prove that the victim raped my client and...
- No.

I told you I didn't want to do that. No.

I will plead guilty to murder.

Look, you can't tell my
son any of this... ever...

Or my husband, either.

I don't know what Geoffrey would do.

Hold on. Hold on. Hold on.

All right, we're back in purely
hypothetical territory here.

I will let my client speak,
but you can't use any

of what she says in this
second statement of facts

until we have a plea agreement.

Okay. Okay.

Are you admitting that
Tate Harrison raped you

and that he is the
biological father of your son

and that is why you killed him?

It was more than that.

Tate, he...

He wanted visitation rights.

He said that he needed our son.

He called him "our son."

He thought that if he had a son,

then his parents would give
him a share of the company.

He wanted to be Tim's other father.

[ Inhales deeply ]

Do you think I could ever leave my son alone

with that man?

You don't know.

Son of a bitch.

We do know.

Okay, let's just confirm a few details.

When and where did the
sexual assault take place?

Mallory: Uh, uh [Sighs]

at a Christmas party at his parents' house.

He must have slipped
something into my drink,

because I don't remember
how I got in his bedroom.

But when I came to, I was...

I don't know how to talk about this.

I'm sorry. I can't talk about it.

I've never known how to.

Please.

Well, we have to talk about the kid,

because you got pregnant.

Geoffrey thought that it was his,

and I hoped it was,

but as Tim grew older, I
could see what had happened,

and so could Tate.

When he came over to the
house that day to apologize,

the second Tim walked into the room,

he was... he was thrilled.

Like, "why didn't you tell me?"

Like it was something that he was proud of.

[ Sniffles ]

And now I formally withdraw
both of her previous statements,

and you will release my client

without any further unnecessary delays.

And why would we do that?

You have no weapon.

You have no bullet.

You have no witnesses.

The preliminary autopsy
states that Tate Harrison

was killed by a contact wound to the head,

so you don't even have cause of death.

Without my client's statements,

your entire case is just a box of bones.

Therefore, in my considered opinion,

when your so-called
victim met Mallory for tea

and she declined his offer
to be an extra father,

Mr. Harrison, in a fit of
well-deserved despondency,

hitched a ride up to Mulholland Drive

and shot himself in the head.

She's already confessed.

Hypothetically.

And that confession is withdrawn.

Okay, let's go back to
the manslaughter plea.

Sorry. I've lost my spirit of cooperation,

and you have no evidence.

And I'm gonna give you

the next 15 minutes or so to figure it out,

but if you try to hold
my client beyond that,

well... I love a good civil suit.

Don't you?

Okay. Let's go.

[ Door opens, closes ]

Meeks: Here's my problem.

I can't prove my case based on motive.

- I need evidence.
- Which we don't have.

And the .22 caliber is just a best guess.

And no cause of death.

We can't even say for sure it's a murder.

We may know the truth,

but we can't prove it.

And until we can...

We have to let Mrs. Greggs go.

So, doesn't it bother you

that this woman's getting away with murder?

We decided not to see it that way.

To us, she's only getting
away with manslaughter.

But would we even be here
today if she'd reported the rape?

Tate Harrison died because a suspect

wanted to keep a secret from her husband.

And that bothers me.

It just does.

♪

♪

[ Keys thud ]

Patrice: Louie?

Hon?

[ Footsteps approaching ]

Hey.

Come here, come here.

Come in.

Okay, all right.

Now, I haven't had the time

to get everything the way that I want it,

but my friend, he came,

and he staged the living
room and the kitchen,

and if you like it, it's all ours.

Provenza: Ah.

Uh... [ Clears throat ]

Well...

Here are my problems... in order.

[ Sighs ]

Um, it's, um, not what I'm used to.

Mm-hmm.

A-and it's not cheap.

And I didn't pick it out.

And I like it better than
anything I have ever had here.

Really?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, I do.

It just...

It looks great.

Yes!

Ah.

But now my poor, old recliner
doesn't fit, does it?

Yeah. Uh, I was wondering about that, too.

But since you got rid of
your duck lamps for me,

I thought I would give your chair

- a facelift.
- Ah.

I thought a nice, soft leather might do.

- Leather?
- Yeah. What do you think?

My treat.

- Oh, your treat?
- Mm-hmm.

[ Chuckling ] Oh, well, you
know the way to my heart.

Yes. [ Laughs ]

Patrice, I, uh... [Clears throat]

There's something that I need to tell you.

Oh?

About my duck lamps

and my other stuff that you tagged.

It's okay, Louie.

I know that you paid Rusty to
put your things in storage.

He told you?

[ Laughing ] No.

No, but his... his cute, little friend

said that he didn't think
everything would fit

where they were taking it.

And then Rusty just hopped all over him,

saying he was certain that
Goodwill had a warehouse.

And it was really kind of funny

watching them walk it all back.

You don't mind?

Mind? [ Breathes deeply ]

I put my things in storage, too.

I mean, what can I say?

You just never know. Right?

So, you trust your partner,
and you cut the cards.

That's just how I roll, baby.

[ Chuckles ]

- Mm.
- Oh.

Oh.

[ Laughs ]