Major Crimes (2012–2018): Season 5, Episode 7 - Moral Hazard - full transcript
After a shootout in a tow yard leaves three people dead, Major Crimes must scramble to find a disturbed man with a bag full of guns and a long list of grievances before he kills again. ...
♪
This part seems like the usual
exchange in these situations.
Guy tries to pay to get
his car out of impound,
the attendant type-type-types
into her computer.
She walks back to the counter
and hands the guy a form.
Provenza: What form?
Sorry, but the tag on your
vehicle has expired.
You need to fill this out
and take it to the DMV
- before reclaiming your car.
- The DMV?
- Mm-hmm.
- Okay, look.
For now, I just need to get something
out of the back of the car, that's it.
I'm sorry, sir. I can't let you
onto the yard after hours.
It would take all of a minute.
I don't care if it
only takes two seconds.
You parked in a residential area
without a permit.
And with an expired sticker,
our company policy is that...
Buzz: Okay, get ready.
Thank you for explaining your policy
so thoroughly to me, ma'am.
Turns out I have a policy of my own.
Allow me to introduce it to you.
Aah! Aah!
Hey, no. No, no! No! Oh!
Aah!
[Gunshot]
[Camera shutter clicking]
[Police radio chatter]
So, all the victims'
driver's licenses match up
with their name tags, and they all had
car keys in their pockets.
Dead less than an hour.
- I'll be right back.
- Flynn: You heading out?
- Yeah.
- I'll go with you.
[Door opens]
So, where is our killer off to?
- [Taps keys]
- Uh, I think out to his car.
The lot doesn't have any cameras,
but our shooter wasn't gone very long.
And look what he comes back with.
What the hell?
How many guys does he have in there?
[Clicks]
[Gunfire]
Ye gods.
Well, in addition to the Uzi
and the sawed-off shotgun,
I noticed the barrel of
an AR-15 assault rifle, sir.
There's no telling how many
other weapons are in that bag.
Or what he plans to do with them,
which is the bigger question.
I mean, is there any sign
that he robbed this place
- after he shot up the cameras?
- Uh, no, sir.
It looks like our nutjob just
wanted what was in his car.
Okay. After he unpacked his vehicle,
did he just leave it behind?
And if so, how did he get out of here?
- The Uber?
- Flynn: Okay, we just checked.
All the victims' rides are still here.
No cameras in the front of
the building, either.
And it's kind of an isolated street.
I'm checking with cab companies
and car services.
Well, what vehicle did
the shooter come here to claim?
- Do we know?
- Uh, the computer requires
a log-in before we can search it
for that, but the attendant gave
our killer a HOLD slip for the DMV,
so whatever car he came back for
has an expired registration.
They don't tow your car for that.
But it's a good reason
to not drive it around
with a bag load of guns.
So maybe that's why he left it.
Sir. I'll look through the lot
for all the vehicles with expired tags.
Okay. We're gonna need a warrant
to get these computers downtown.
And, Flynn, have the owner of this place
meet us at the office.
He may recognize the shooter.
[Keys taps]
We have our fair share
of angry customers,
but I never expected anything like this.
Can you help us with the DMV slip?
- Uh, right.
- [Typing]
These are all the cars
with expired tags.
- 37 in all.
- That's what I counted, yeah.
Yeah, but none of the DMV photos
of their registered owners
match up with the face of our shooter.
Well, our killer could have been driving
a stolen vehicle or even a borrowed one.
Mr. Thompson, were any of these
cars towed in late last night?
Uh, two.
A red Tahoe registered
to Kenneth Osburn,
and a white Camry
under the name Karen Chase.
Listen, when can I get back to the yard?
I need to check out the damage,
and there's gonna be
a line of people
wanting their cars back.
Mr. Thompson, until our
Scientific Investigation
Division finishes
with the crime scene, your
business will remain closed.
In the meantime, patrol has notified
your employees' families
about their deaths.
So maybe you'd like to make a call
and offer them all
some words of comfort.
- What do you think?
- Okay. Sure.
Do you have their phone numbers?
Now there goes the boss of the year.
[Exhales deeply]
Karen Chase, white Camry.
No criminal record,
but divorced four years ago
from Elliot Chase.
- Sharon: That's him.
- Checking for his address.
Amy, send patrol to find him
and bring in Karen Chase immediately.
Yeah, if she's still alive.
Uh, Chief, do you have any objection
to Julio distributing this
picture to patrol?
No, no. In fact, I'm putting
the entire L.A.P.D. on alert.
We need to arrest this maniac
before he starts shooting again.
This white Camry our killer
wanted into...
Where was it towed from, Mike?
4300 block of Eagle Rock Boulevard.
Buzz: Elliot Chase only has
a PO Box listed,
and his secondary address is his
ex-wife's house in Mid-City.
Hold up. Captain. Do you think the photo
of the suspect should go
out to the media?
No. If Mr. Chase has a plan,
I don't want him
to accelerate it due to a press report.
First, we need to know why
he has his ex-wife's car.
- [Elevator bell dings]
- Could we please hurry this up?
I just got off a 12-hour shift
at the hospital.
- I haven't eaten since midnight.
- Very sorry, Ms. Chase.
We'll get you some breakfast
as soon as we can, but first,
can you tell us where
your ex-husband is right now?
I have no idea. You...
You're looking for Elliot? Why?
- Does he have a cellphone?
- Uh, not anymore.
When was the last time you saw him?
Uh, about a week ago.
He had to borrow my old car.
What's this about? W-What's going on?
Is Elliot okay? Did he do something?
What do you mean, do something?
Like what?
[Voice breaking] I...
I hate to ask this,
but did he kill himself?
Sharon: Why would think he'd
commit suicide?
He's had a rough run lately.
Did he say why he needed your old car?
His old car was being repo'ed.
He couldn't make the payments
after he lost his job.
- Was he let go?
- Fired. About two weeks ago.
From, um, Rippletts Water Bottling.
He did bookkeeping at their warehouse.
He'd only been there a year or so.
- It was a waste of his abilities.
- How so?
Elliot is a talented engineer.
He used to design surgical tools
for, um, Breen Medical
Instruments in Hawthorne.
They made a fortune off Elliot's work.
But Breen got bought out by
a pharmaceutical company in '08.
Elliot was laid off with no place to go,
and, uh, the economy
collapsed all around us.
- Heard this story before.
- He couldn't find work.
- We'll likely hear it again.
- We ran through our savings.
And the bank went after our home.
We paid a real estate lawyer
to fight it,
but we lost the house, so...
Then... the marriage fell apart.
[Chuckles nervously]
And Elliot was just, uh,
so depressed, and I...
I had to move on.
Had to.
Did you ex-husband say
why he was fired from his job
two weeks ago?
No. But I-I wasn't surprised.
I mean, he hated it there.
He said that his, uh,
supervisor, Marco...
- I think that's his name.
- Marco Guerra.
That he was skimming money
from the company,
that he was taking home bags of cash.
Marco Guerra,
manager at Rippletts Water.
- [Computer chimes]
- Lives on Avenue 43 in Eagle Rock.
That's down the street
from where the car was towed.
Leo, why don't you call and see
if Marco made it into work today.
- Buzz.
- I mean, I know he was really mad.
Captain,
the Camry was towed from near
the house of Mr. Chase's boss.
Um, so, did he ever suggest
that he had enemies at work?
Well, sure. [Chuckles]
And, uh, he resented the hell
out of his old company, too.
The doctor who botched his knee
surgery and refused to fix it.
Oh, and he hated our lawyer,
the bank that foreclosed
on our house, the people who bought it
for half what we paid for it.
Our mortgage broker.
All mortgage brokers, really.
Our neighbors.
Me. I mean, I could go on and on.
- Would you like a list?
- Actually, I would.
And if you could be
very thorough, please.
Thank you.
- [Door opens]
- Seriously? Wh-What...
- What is this all about, anyway?
- [Door closes]
I mean, why... why do you care
who Elliot likes or doesn't like?
[Scribbling]
Ma'am, your ex-husband shot
and killed three people
at a tow yard this morning
and removed a bag filled with weapons
from the trunk of your car.
[Gasps]
[Sobbing] Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
All right. All right.
I need to shut down and evacuate
both those companies.
Sir, Marco's been home sick with a cold.
- [Sobbing continues]
- Let's make a house call and see.
...your ex-husband's current address,
our patrol officers will
get you something to eat.
- Hey.
- Sorry. Can't talk.
Oh, okay. All right,
uh, well, just listen
while you're getting ready
to go wherever.
Um, I checked,
and the five partials you found
from one of the guys
who killed your father...
Do not make up enough points
for the L.A.P.D. to run them.
- I told you.
- Right.
But I checked with Chief Howard,
and since the FBI also...
You told Chief Howard
about this? Are you crazy?
We're at a standstill, Buzz.
I'm... I'm just... I'm...
I'm trying to help you here.
Buzz!
Do you mind if I do my job and
we'll talk about this later?
I cannot be holding
people back right now.
♪
Buzz!
[Gate screeches]
Mr. Guerra! L.A.P.D.!
We need you to open
your front door, sir!
Mr. Guerra!
We have a search warrant for your house!
L.A.P.D.!
- Mr. Guerra, can you hear me?
- Clear!
- Mr. Guerra!
- Clear.
- Mr. Guerra!
- Kitchen's clear.
Clear.
Oh! Guys.
- Man: Clear!
- Tao: Guys!
Man: Clear!
I found him.
Clear!
Clear.
- [Sighs]
- Well...
It's going to be a very long day.
Sykes: Looks like Mr. Guerra
was tortured.
And I noticed that he has a lot
of cough medicine
and stuff here, so the man was
not faking his cold.
Well, that's not what
killed him. Kendall.
Well, I'm gonna say he died
of excess blood loss
between 11:00 and 1:00 last night.
Before the tow yard murder.
No sign of forced entry.
He was single. Living alone.
Then how was Chase able to get inside?
- Marco Guerra?
- Yes.
- I just need a signature.
- [Coughs]
And I need you to step inside.
There's blood on the floor here,
and the gash on his head.
So he was probably hit with this lamp...
dragged in here, where he was taped up.
Once he's in the chair, he's
poked and slashed repeatedly
until he dies from this
major cut on his leg
in the femoral artery.
Tortured and murdered.
But for what purpose?
Well, the answer might be this
empty safe here in the closet.
Hey, boss.
Sorry I hit you so hard.
Maybe it was the cold medicine
that kept you knocked out for so long.
You know that Rippletts doesn't
cover sick days, right?
[Muffled groaning]
Shh!
Shh.
Shh.
So, here's what's gonna happen.
You're gonna give me
the combination to your safe.
I hope that's where you've been
keeping all the cash
you've been skimming, Marco.
- [Muffled whimpering]
- Or as you once said...
- [Blade whooshes]
- ...we might have to make some cuts.
[Muffled whimpering]
[Muffled screaming]
Ms. Chase said Elliot thought
his boss was stealing money.
But if cash was all he wanted...
Why not take money from the tow yard?
Why the bag of guns? No.
Mr. Chase seems to have revenge
on his mind.
What about his former workplaces?
They both agreed to shut down
for the day.
So far, Elliot's a no-show.
Um, I should, uh, continue
warning the people
on Ms. Chase's excessively long
list of Elliot's grudges.
- Excuse me.
- Was anything else stolen
from this guy's house besides money?
His black Toyota Highlander is
missing, sir.
It could have been the vehicle
Elliot drove to the tow yard.
He could have left in it, too.
You worry about this too much.
I cannot believe that you run
after murderers all day long,
and you are this scared of a cold.
- Uh...
- But I brought you zinc tablets,
Vitamin C, and immunity boosters.
Oh, thank you, sweetie pie.
- I feel better all ready.
- [Chuckles]
Mwah! Mwah! Well, this is
going to make you feel
absolutely great then.
In the mail this morning was
an invitation to a wedding.
From none other than
the very first Mrs. Provenza.
"...request the honor of your
presence on October the 3rd?"
Someone's going to marry Liz?
- [Chuckles]
- Ye gods. It's a miracle!
Patrice! Patrice, do you
know what this means?
Yes. That you don't have to split
your pension with her anymore.
You can retire.
We can start traveling around the world.
On a budget, but, you know, still.
- Retire? I...
- Yeah.
I-I'd planned to die facedown
at my desk.
Well, only because half of your
pension would have gone to Liz.
But now... Louie!
These could very well be
the last three murder victims
you ever see.
Well, actually, it's four now.
You also wouldn't have to put
your life at risk every day.
I don't run, I don't jump,
I don't climb.
How dangerous can it be?
Oh. Lieutenant. Oh.
- Hey, Patrice.
- Hi, Amy.
Patrol found the Highlander
Elliot stole from his boss
just six blocks away from the tow yard.
What?
Well, Elliot left his wife's car
behind, too.
How is this nutjob getting around?
[Horn blares]
[Car door opens]
- Hey.
- Hi.
Welcome, Mr. Downey.
[Engine starts]
[Sign clicking]
[Gasps]
- [Whirring]
- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
What are you doing?!
Parked in a gridlock zone, sir.
A gridlock zone?
Well, I don't see a sign...
Whoa, whoa. All right, all right.
Hold on, hold on, hold on. Hold on.
Look. I don't know
what the deal is here.
Let's just settle it right now, huh?
Step into my office.
[Whirring]
So, what's this gonna take?
- All right, I got a couple hundred
dollars, and that's... - [Gear clicks]
Whoa. Wait. Where are you going?
Don't want to do this
on the main drag, sir.
[Turns off engine]
Look, I don't have a ton of cash on me,
but I can write you a check.
You're probably more used
to collecting checks
than writing them... eh, Mr. Downey?
How do you know my name? Oh, God.
Hold on. Hold on.
"Downey, Parker, and Wiebe.
We will stop your foreclosure.
No matter what!"
Of course, your fees were
non-refundable.
How many people did you scam
out of their home?
It wasn't a scam. It was... [Panting]
All right, look.
How about this, all right?
How about I refund all your money?
Sorry, Mr. Downey. Some problems
you can't buy your way out of.
- And this is one of them.
- No. No, no! No!
[Gunshots]
[Lowered voice] So, I know
you guys are really busy,
but Buzz found a few partials
from different ATM robberies
from 1986 that seem to match
one of the guys who killed
his father and uncle.
- That's great, Rusty.
- [Coins clatter]
So, he can... he can use these
with... with the new software
that the L.A.P.D. has
- to, like...
- Hold on.
How many points has Buzz been
able to put together
from the partials?
Oh, well, like, uh... [Exhales]
like, maybe... maybe 7?
L.A.P.D. requires...
and this is a rule...
- Oh, God.
- ...12 points to proceed
against a criminal offender.
Okay. All right. Well, um...
But he could still use these
points to, like, uh,
just to get a name, right?
For a victim, not a suspect.
And I gather from the hushed
tone in this conversation
that Buzz already told you that.
Flynn: Sharon.
This is most of what we found
at Chase's apartment.
Massive clips.
Empty boxes of heavy ammunition, ma'am.
- [Mouths words]
- Flynn: Elliot
could have thousands of rounds,
and this is what he left behind.
Plenty of PVC pipe, wires,
electrical tools.
Is he making some kind of explosives?
The bomb dogs didn't think so, sir.
But he was building something.
Chase is an engineer.
But he's broke, behind on his
rent and utilities,
checking account empty.
Had shut off his phone.
Losing that job was the last straw.
- [Phone rings in distance]
- But not the first.
Do we have any feedback
from the list of grudges
his wife gave us?
Well, nobody here has heard back
from the IRS, naturally.
And no one we've talked to has seen him.
But people are very thankful,
actually, for the heads up.
Uh, Captain, the owner of
the tow yard is on the line.
We let him inspect his site,
and they're missing a tow truck.
Ahh. One question is answered.
A tow truck.
If he doesn't switch vehicles
again, we've got him.
[Coughs]
[Door squeaks]
[Engine starts]
[Engine revving]
[Speaking indistinctly]
Hey. You ready?
Uh... Ye... Hold on.
I just need to talk to the lieutenant
about something real quick, so...
Oh, my God. Is this more
bullshit about the partials?
It's just a simple match to
a name that a computer can do,
but the only thing getting
in the way is this stupid policy
that the lieutenant probably
knows how to get around, okay?
So I just need to...
Yeah, Buzz told you not
to involve anyone else.
I'm... I'm not involving
people, Gus. I'm just...
I'm just asking for background, so...
What?
You know, let me go ask
Buzz if he thinks talking
to Lieutenant Provenza about all this
- is not involving other people.
- No, you can't talk to Buzz right now.
See what he says.
He's very busy. He
doesn't have time to...
Everybody is busy right now.
Why don't you just control your
impulses... or whatever it is...
to ask each one of them
the same question
and just think up a good
answer on your own?
Okay.
And not lose the rest of my only day off
when we have tickets to see "Star Trek"?
That I've already paid for.
- Anyways, I'm leaving.
- Gus...
[Provenza speaking indistinctly]
Okay. All right. I'm coming.
I'm coming. I just...
Damn it. We're so close
right now, okay...
Trust me. You need a movie.
- To get out of your head.
- Okay. [Sighs]
Hey, Patrice. The lieutenant's
in the break room.
Thank you, boys.
Why would you not call
and tell me that you were
sending me an invite to your wedding?
I mean, I-I...
This is a big, big change
in my life, Liz.
No, it's not about the money!
Well, at least not entirely.
Oh, uh, and listen,
just remember that he only stole
cash from the first victim.
- Liz:The first victim?
- Excuse me.
I'll have to walk you through
the rest of this later.
- Are you doing the thing where
somebody... - No. Goodbye.
[Sighs heavily]
My beautiful Patrice.
Oh. Stressful day?
Well, uh, our mass shooter's
in possession of a tow truck
and an enormous amount
of weapons and ammunition,
and we still have no idea what
he plans to do with it all.
Ooh. What'd you bring me?
Something special to celebrate
our new financial freedom.
Oh, well...
Beets.
And goat cheese.
And goat cheese.
For a treat.
- And a little pasta salad.
- Mm.
Yeah. So, has it sunk in yet?
The possibility of you being
able to retire?
Oh, it has. [Chuckles]
But now, you understand
that this is not going to be
immediate, Patrice.
Well, why not?
Well, because while I am
perfectly willing to believe
that... that Liz intends to get married,
I wouldn't get the other half
of that pension
until she actually says
the words "I do."
And, you know, there's
also a couple of...
other considerations.
Like your safety
and us spending more time together?
Well... Oh, yeah. Yeah.
- Those, also.
- Mm.
- [Knocks on door]
- Lieutenant...
Patrice. Uh, sorry.
We found the tow truck.
Oh, great. That's great, Buzz.
- Thank you.
- Uh, sure.
- Excuse me.
- I'm sorry.
You know, I'm still on duty.
[Chuckles] Now, we'll finish
this discussion tonight
when I take you out to dinner.
Oh. Oh!
- Louie, honey. Wait, here's...
- Oh, Ye gods!
I can't believe that
I almost walked out of here
without these... beets.
[Chuckles, sighs]
- I love you, Patrice.
- Mm.
I love you, too.
Be careful out there.
[Sighs]
[Door closes]
Okay, great.
Neighbor spotted the truck
on the news and phoned it in.
We have signs of a struggle.
Two bullet holes. See?
- Not quite, Andy.
- Tao:Excuse me, fellas.
I will give these back. I promise.
Okay. Here we go. Two bullet holes.
One in the passenger seat,
the other one in the car door.
Flynn: We have blood streaks
on the window,
but no sign of Chase or whoever he shot.
- Have you recovered any casings?
- Yes.
- Let me see if I can show you.
- Uh, could you just tell us, Tao?
- Please.
- Okay. Two 9-millimeter.
Same as we found early this morning.
So he's still saving
his heavy artillery.
Though what he's driving it aroundin...
Could be he's on foot.
Or he's taken another victim's car.
Switching vehicles has been his M.O.
Chase might have a hostage.
Eh, he's more like a "kill 'em
and leave 'em" kind of guy.
Okay. Mike, Andy, move on.
Let S.I.D. print the tow truck
and then start a grid search of
the area for a possible victim.
Meanwhile, we need to go back
to our list of grudges.
Yes, Mr. Carson, this is the L.A.P.D...
- Thank you.
- Do you know an Elliot Chase?
He worked at Breen Medical
Instruments in 2007.
- Yes, sir. I see.
- So you haven't heard from him since?
Hello, Mrs. Salazar?
This is Detective Amy Sykes
with the L.A.P.D.
You were calling to give
Elliot Chase at Breen...
- Do you know an Elliot Chase?
- Did you work with Elliot Chase
at Breen Medical Instruments in 2007?
Has Mr. Chase contacted you
in the last month?
- Amy: He worked at Breen...
- If for any reason you see him
or he does contact you,
please call 9-1-1
or call us directly at 213...
[Engine revving]
[Phone rings]
[Rings, beeps]
- Hello?
- Provenza:Uh, yes.
- Is this Richard Downey?
- Uh, yes.
Yes, it is. Uh, who is this?
Oh, this is Lieutenant Provenza
with the L.A.P.D.
- Are you free to speak, sir?
- Uh, yes.
- Is something wrong?
- Oh, no need for alarm.
We just need some information.
You were a mortgage lawyer
for Elliot and Karen Chase
in 2009, correct?
Uh, 2009. That was 7 years ago.
- Uh, Elliot and Karen who?
- Chase.
Has he contacted you today,
or lately, or in the last month?
No, I... I don't... I don't believe so.
[Sneezes, coughs]
- Excuse me.
- Well, bless you.
Um, have there been any
threats made against you
or, uh, or your work?
Threats? What kind of threats?
Well, you know, um...
letters, e-mails, anonymous phone calls.
No. Not that I'm aware of.
[Coughing]
[Sneezes loudly]
[Coughing continues]
Lieutenant, I'm going into
an underground garage.
Why don't you call my office
and check with them?
- Do you have their number?
- Uh, no.
Um, can... can you give to me?
Sorry, I'm, uh...
I think I'm losing you.
- [Monitor beeps]
- [Dial tone]
- What is it? Lieutenant?
- [Hangs up receiver]
I was just talking to someone
on Richard...
Richard Downey's cellphone.
And I'm pretty sure it was Elliot.
What makes you think that, Lieutenant?
Because before he hung up on me,
he was coughing and sneezing.
And our killer spent a lot of yesterday
with someone who had a cold.
Julio, call Mr. Downey back.
- Buzz, ping that cellphone now.
- Ooh.
[Dialing]
[Coughs]
[Cellphone rings]
[Ringing continues]
[Rings]
[Beeping]
Our possible victim
Richard Downey's cellphone
is on Olympic Boulevard
and not moving anywhere.
What kind of car does
Richard Downey drive?
DMV says a red Jaguar XF Sedan.
Well, Downey's assistant said
he left at around noon
to get a bite to eat before
speaking in a conference.
A conference?
He was scheduled to appear
on a panel before
the Southern California Mortgage
and Investment Brokers Alliance.
- Uh, Buzz.
- [Typing]
The Greyson Hotel?
Yeah, our shooter is
blazing a trail west.
Towards a gathering of mortgage brokers.
That's his target.
What time does this conference start?
Well, the opening meet-and-greet
begins... 15 minutes ago, ma'am.
♪
[Brakes squeal]
Hi. Welcome to the Greyson, sir.
Will you be checking in?
- Oh, I will, indeed.
- Great. There you go.
- There you go.
- Thank you.
Of course.
♪
Hello, sir.
Can I help you with your bag?
Oh, um, yes. Thank you.
- It's a little heavy.
- [Groans]
Great.
[Coughs]
Hi. Welcome to the Greyson, Mister...?
Uh, Downey. Richard Downey.
Ah. Yes. We spoke on the phone.
I was able to confirm
a courtyard suite for you.
- [Coughs] - I'll just swipe
your card for incidentals,
and Benny will show
you to your room. Oh.
Here are your keys...
and enjoy your stay.
Thank you. I will.
- This way, sir.
- Ah.
- [Door beeps]
- And...
- [Switch clicks]
- Here we are.
Bedroom's right through
these doors here.
Mini bar.
Conference table with the extra
power strip you requested.
- And, of course...
- [Curtain rings swoosh]
The view.
All right. Is there anything else I
can do for you, sir?
[Clears throat] Um, yes. Benny,
would you inform the event coordinators
I'm not gonna be able to speak
on the panel after all?
I'm feeling a little unwell.
Um, they should just move
into the reception area
when it's convenient.
And if you could let me know
when that begins.
- The reception?
- Of course, sir.
My pleasure.
Oh, and, Benny, would you make
sure I'm not disturbed?
Mm-hmm.
[Clears throat]
♪
[Birds chirping]
[Tires squeal]
Okay, everyone, maintain
a quiet approach.
I don't want our presence to
trigger Mr. Chase into action.
By the time we get there,
SIS should be fully infiltrated
into the conference.
We will search the hotel
and the surrounding areas
for any sign of both Elliot
and Richard Downey.
L.A.P.D.
We're looking for a red Jaguar
you might have parked recently.
L.A.P.D. Leave these vehicles alone.
We will be back.
Welcome to the Greyson.
By any chance
did a man named Richard Downey
check in here today?
Uh, yes. Not too long ago. Why?
Is this him?
Uh, no. No, it's not.
Okay, how about this guy?
I can't be sure.
Well, we are going to need access
to your security surveillance system.
What room did this so-called
Mr. Downey check into?
- Um...
- [Types]
Room 515, one of our larger
courtyard suites.
Okay, he's not in the bar
or the restaurant.
Downey's Jaguar is vacant.
We left eyes on it. Captain?
I'm not sure why, but if Elliot is here,
he checked into a courtyard suite.
Captain, SIS said Elliot
is not in the conference.
Lieutenant.
That's him with the bellman.
Captain, it's confirmed,
and he has that bag with him.
So Elliot is not only here, Captain,
he is heavily, heavily armed.
All the more reason to give
Mr. Chase a chance to surrender,
evacuate as much of the floor
around his suite as possible,
- and let me know when you're done.
- All right.
Sykes, Buzz, find the bellman
who helped this fruitcake
and see if he was given
any special instructions.
Guys, let's get Tao and we'll
meet on the fifth floor.
[Pumps gun]
[Clicks]
[Speaks inaudibly]
[Whispering] L.A.P.D.
Let's go. This way.
Provenza: [Whispering]
Captain. We're in position
in the hallway outside room 515.
- Hold on one moment.
- Captain, this is Benny,
who helped our suspect into his room.
Hey, I didn't know that the guy
was a criminal.
Just, like, a big tipper.
- Did he say anything?
- No.
Uh, dude wasn't feeling well.
He told me to tell the conference people
that he needed to skip his speech.
I'm supposed to call him
when they finish.
And everyone enters this
courtyard for a reception.
- Is that correct?
- Yeah.
Yeah, it should be starting
any minute now.
Open bar, so it's gonna be
pretty crowded.
Amy, make sure to clear
the courtyard and that the doors
are locked and blocked by the police.
Benny, I need a hotel phone.
[Doors creak]
[Telephone rings]
- [Coughs]
- [Ringing continues]
- [Beep]
- Hello, Benny, is it time?
No, Mr. Chase, it's not.
This is Captain Sharon Raydor
of the L.A.P.D.
We have your room surrounded.
We don't want you
or anyone else getting hurt.
Put your weapons down,
open the door to your room,
step outside into the hall
with your hands up.
Did you happen to notice
that ballroom downstairs
filled with people who destroyed
this country?
Elliot, listen to me. I'm trying
to save your life here.
You don't care about my life.
People like me don't matter.
That's been made abundantly clear.
Mr. Chase, no one doubts
that you have suffered,
but that suffering
won't be healed by you
inflicting it on others.
- We need...
- Listen closely, Captain, and watch.
No one's bailing out anyone today.
- Okay?
- Elliot...
I've prepared a little surprise
for our mortgage broker friends that...
you won't want to miss.
- Goodbye.
- [Phone clatters]
[Bursting sound]
Ooh!
Is that money?
What the hell was that noise?
Elliot just fired cash off
his hotel balcony
out of some sort of cannon.
I assume he's probably
looking out at the courtyard
right now to shoot
whoever takes the bait.
- Go, go, go!
- [Mouths words]
Rifle!
Aah!
Lieutenant!
[Shell casings clatter]
[Groaning]
Sir. Sir.
Get down on the ground!
Put your hands out where I can see them!
Get down!
Get down, damn it!
Get down now, or I will shoot you!
Get down now!
I'm sorry.
But I can't stay.
Get... Oh!
[Body thuds]
[Groans] Thank God for this stupid vest.
Sir! Sir! Sir, are you okay?
[Groans] No! No!
My wife is gonna kill me!
Aah!
Aah!
[Groaning]
Elliot Chase jumped rather
than being arrested.
But I think that was always his plan.
And Provenza... not seriously wounded?
Only his pride.
- Thank God.
- Good. Good.
Great job, Captain. Great job.
Oh. And, uh, really good work
keeping your personal
and professional lives separate.
It... It can't always be done.
Oh, oh, actually, Chief,
um, that may be about to be
tested further.
Yeah. I put my house up for sale,
and we are planning on
finding a place together.
Wow. [Chuckles]
So, you two are moving in together?
- [Elevator bell dings]
- Mm-hmm.
Well, good luck with that.
Hey, Mom... Oh. I'm sorry. Sorry.
No, no. It's all right, Mr. Beck.
I, uh... [Chuckles] I was just leaving.
Let me know when you find Mr. Downey.
Sharon: Will do.
Uh, so, I was thinking
about what you said...
with less than 12 points
on a fingerprint thing?
- You mean the L.A.P.D. policy?
- Yes.
And I'm sure that you guys have
a really good reasons for that,
but I wonder...
In what Buzz put together
of the fingerprint,
does it have enough points
for him to search for and...
and I.D. a potential witness?
Hmm. That's another way
of looking at it.
Which we could have waited till
tomorrow to discuss, but, hey.
That request would have to
come from Buzz.
- Well, I'll mention it to him.
- Tomorrow.
You'll mention it to him
tomorrow morning.
- Right.
- Bye, Sharon, Andy.
You'll see him tomorrow morning.
Won't you?
Yeah. Okay.
And we're off.
- [Elevator bell dings]
- Have a good night, everybody.
Night!
[Chuckles]
- [Elevator doors close]
- Searching for a possible witness?
He sounds less like a journalist
and more like a lawyer.
- Out of the frying pan.
- No! No.
[Both chuckle]
Oh.
No, no, no, no.
Don't get up. Don't get up.
Chest still feeling sore, Lieutenant?
I got shot. What do you think?
Uh, technically, Lieutenant,
it was shrapnel,
but if you weren't wearing that vest...
- It wouldn't have been pretty.
- Don't you think Patrice will ask
what happened to the jacket you
were wearing earlier today?
All right. To be perfectly clear,
I am not hiding anything from my wife.
I... I just wanted
to look good for dinner
- whenever she gets here.
- You got shot?
- Oh, my... Are you okay?
- Yeah.
I said it this morning. This morning.
Then how could you text me such
a thing and then not answer?
Patrice, listen.
It's very difficult to tell
a spouse this kind of news,
and I know you're upset,
and... and I even considered
hiding this from you,
just to tell you
a flat-out lie about it.
Um, but then I decided that
I would be completely honest.
Because that's my new
philosophy about marriage.
Having tried everything else.
So, Patrice,
I got hit today,
and it... hurt.
[Clicks tongue]
But...
leaving here wouldn't just hurt me.
It would probably kill me.
And... And that's why I'm asking you
to look at this from my perspective.
Just for a moment.
Try to see that even on a bad day,
even if it's not rational, even
if it doesn't seem reasonable,
to me, still...
Still.
This is the greatest job in the world.
And I don't know who I'd be without it.
I get that, honey. I do.
But can we at least come up
with some kind of compromise?
Something we can both live with?
Are you offering me a deal?
[Chuckles] Yes.
I...
I am going to swear
right here and now before God
and everybody else
that you can stay at the L.A.P.D.
for as long as you like, but...
you are the very last police officer
I'm ever gonna marry.
[Laughs] Well...
[Laughing]
- Where do I sign?
- Come here.
Come here. Oh, God! Watch
the ribs, my love.
- Oh! Sorry.
- Ooh.
- Oh, yeah. Just watch the ribs.
- Oh.
[Sighs]
This part seems like the usual
exchange in these situations.
Guy tries to pay to get
his car out of impound,
the attendant type-type-types
into her computer.
She walks back to the counter
and hands the guy a form.
Provenza: What form?
Sorry, but the tag on your
vehicle has expired.
You need to fill this out
and take it to the DMV
- before reclaiming your car.
- The DMV?
- Mm-hmm.
- Okay, look.
For now, I just need to get something
out of the back of the car, that's it.
I'm sorry, sir. I can't let you
onto the yard after hours.
It would take all of a minute.
I don't care if it
only takes two seconds.
You parked in a residential area
without a permit.
And with an expired sticker,
our company policy is that...
Buzz: Okay, get ready.
Thank you for explaining your policy
so thoroughly to me, ma'am.
Turns out I have a policy of my own.
Allow me to introduce it to you.
Aah! Aah!
Hey, no. No, no! No! Oh!
Aah!
[Gunshot]
[Camera shutter clicking]
[Police radio chatter]
So, all the victims'
driver's licenses match up
with their name tags, and they all had
car keys in their pockets.
Dead less than an hour.
- I'll be right back.
- Flynn: You heading out?
- Yeah.
- I'll go with you.
[Door opens]
So, where is our killer off to?
- [Taps keys]
- Uh, I think out to his car.
The lot doesn't have any cameras,
but our shooter wasn't gone very long.
And look what he comes back with.
What the hell?
How many guys does he have in there?
[Clicks]
[Gunfire]
Ye gods.
Well, in addition to the Uzi
and the sawed-off shotgun,
I noticed the barrel of
an AR-15 assault rifle, sir.
There's no telling how many
other weapons are in that bag.
Or what he plans to do with them,
which is the bigger question.
I mean, is there any sign
that he robbed this place
- after he shot up the cameras?
- Uh, no, sir.
It looks like our nutjob just
wanted what was in his car.
Okay. After he unpacked his vehicle,
did he just leave it behind?
And if so, how did he get out of here?
- The Uber?
- Flynn: Okay, we just checked.
All the victims' rides are still here.
No cameras in the front of
the building, either.
And it's kind of an isolated street.
I'm checking with cab companies
and car services.
Well, what vehicle did
the shooter come here to claim?
- Do we know?
- Uh, the computer requires
a log-in before we can search it
for that, but the attendant gave
our killer a HOLD slip for the DMV,
so whatever car he came back for
has an expired registration.
They don't tow your car for that.
But it's a good reason
to not drive it around
with a bag load of guns.
So maybe that's why he left it.
Sir. I'll look through the lot
for all the vehicles with expired tags.
Okay. We're gonna need a warrant
to get these computers downtown.
And, Flynn, have the owner of this place
meet us at the office.
He may recognize the shooter.
[Keys taps]
We have our fair share
of angry customers,
but I never expected anything like this.
Can you help us with the DMV slip?
- Uh, right.
- [Typing]
These are all the cars
with expired tags.
- 37 in all.
- That's what I counted, yeah.
Yeah, but none of the DMV photos
of their registered owners
match up with the face of our shooter.
Well, our killer could have been driving
a stolen vehicle or even a borrowed one.
Mr. Thompson, were any of these
cars towed in late last night?
Uh, two.
A red Tahoe registered
to Kenneth Osburn,
and a white Camry
under the name Karen Chase.
Listen, when can I get back to the yard?
I need to check out the damage,
and there's gonna be
a line of people
wanting their cars back.
Mr. Thompson, until our
Scientific Investigation
Division finishes
with the crime scene, your
business will remain closed.
In the meantime, patrol has notified
your employees' families
about their deaths.
So maybe you'd like to make a call
and offer them all
some words of comfort.
- What do you think?
- Okay. Sure.
Do you have their phone numbers?
Now there goes the boss of the year.
[Exhales deeply]
Karen Chase, white Camry.
No criminal record,
but divorced four years ago
from Elliot Chase.
- Sharon: That's him.
- Checking for his address.
Amy, send patrol to find him
and bring in Karen Chase immediately.
Yeah, if she's still alive.
Uh, Chief, do you have any objection
to Julio distributing this
picture to patrol?
No, no. In fact, I'm putting
the entire L.A.P.D. on alert.
We need to arrest this maniac
before he starts shooting again.
This white Camry our killer
wanted into...
Where was it towed from, Mike?
4300 block of Eagle Rock Boulevard.
Buzz: Elliot Chase only has
a PO Box listed,
and his secondary address is his
ex-wife's house in Mid-City.
Hold up. Captain. Do you think the photo
of the suspect should go
out to the media?
No. If Mr. Chase has a plan,
I don't want him
to accelerate it due to a press report.
First, we need to know why
he has his ex-wife's car.
- [Elevator bell dings]
- Could we please hurry this up?
I just got off a 12-hour shift
at the hospital.
- I haven't eaten since midnight.
- Very sorry, Ms. Chase.
We'll get you some breakfast
as soon as we can, but first,
can you tell us where
your ex-husband is right now?
I have no idea. You...
You're looking for Elliot? Why?
- Does he have a cellphone?
- Uh, not anymore.
When was the last time you saw him?
Uh, about a week ago.
He had to borrow my old car.
What's this about? W-What's going on?
Is Elliot okay? Did he do something?
What do you mean, do something?
Like what?
[Voice breaking] I...
I hate to ask this,
but did he kill himself?
Sharon: Why would think he'd
commit suicide?
He's had a rough run lately.
Did he say why he needed your old car?
His old car was being repo'ed.
He couldn't make the payments
after he lost his job.
- Was he let go?
- Fired. About two weeks ago.
From, um, Rippletts Water Bottling.
He did bookkeeping at their warehouse.
He'd only been there a year or so.
- It was a waste of his abilities.
- How so?
Elliot is a talented engineer.
He used to design surgical tools
for, um, Breen Medical
Instruments in Hawthorne.
They made a fortune off Elliot's work.
But Breen got bought out by
a pharmaceutical company in '08.
Elliot was laid off with no place to go,
and, uh, the economy
collapsed all around us.
- Heard this story before.
- He couldn't find work.
- We'll likely hear it again.
- We ran through our savings.
And the bank went after our home.
We paid a real estate lawyer
to fight it,
but we lost the house, so...
Then... the marriage fell apart.
[Chuckles nervously]
And Elliot was just, uh,
so depressed, and I...
I had to move on.
Had to.
Did you ex-husband say
why he was fired from his job
two weeks ago?
No. But I-I wasn't surprised.
I mean, he hated it there.
He said that his, uh,
supervisor, Marco...
- I think that's his name.
- Marco Guerra.
That he was skimming money
from the company,
that he was taking home bags of cash.
Marco Guerra,
manager at Rippletts Water.
- [Computer chimes]
- Lives on Avenue 43 in Eagle Rock.
That's down the street
from where the car was towed.
Leo, why don't you call and see
if Marco made it into work today.
- Buzz.
- I mean, I know he was really mad.
Captain,
the Camry was towed from near
the house of Mr. Chase's boss.
Um, so, did he ever suggest
that he had enemies at work?
Well, sure. [Chuckles]
And, uh, he resented the hell
out of his old company, too.
The doctor who botched his knee
surgery and refused to fix it.
Oh, and he hated our lawyer,
the bank that foreclosed
on our house, the people who bought it
for half what we paid for it.
Our mortgage broker.
All mortgage brokers, really.
Our neighbors.
Me. I mean, I could go on and on.
- Would you like a list?
- Actually, I would.
And if you could be
very thorough, please.
Thank you.
- [Door opens]
- Seriously? Wh-What...
- What is this all about, anyway?
- [Door closes]
I mean, why... why do you care
who Elliot likes or doesn't like?
[Scribbling]
Ma'am, your ex-husband shot
and killed three people
at a tow yard this morning
and removed a bag filled with weapons
from the trunk of your car.
[Gasps]
[Sobbing] Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
All right. All right.
I need to shut down and evacuate
both those companies.
Sir, Marco's been home sick with a cold.
- [Sobbing continues]
- Let's make a house call and see.
...your ex-husband's current address,
our patrol officers will
get you something to eat.
- Hey.
- Sorry. Can't talk.
Oh, okay. All right,
uh, well, just listen
while you're getting ready
to go wherever.
Um, I checked,
and the five partials you found
from one of the guys
who killed your father...
Do not make up enough points
for the L.A.P.D. to run them.
- I told you.
- Right.
But I checked with Chief Howard,
and since the FBI also...
You told Chief Howard
about this? Are you crazy?
We're at a standstill, Buzz.
I'm... I'm just... I'm...
I'm trying to help you here.
Buzz!
Do you mind if I do my job and
we'll talk about this later?
I cannot be holding
people back right now.
♪
Buzz!
[Gate screeches]
Mr. Guerra! L.A.P.D.!
We need you to open
your front door, sir!
Mr. Guerra!
We have a search warrant for your house!
L.A.P.D.!
- Mr. Guerra, can you hear me?
- Clear!
- Mr. Guerra!
- Clear.
- Mr. Guerra!
- Kitchen's clear.
Clear.
Oh! Guys.
- Man: Clear!
- Tao: Guys!
Man: Clear!
I found him.
Clear!
Clear.
- [Sighs]
- Well...
It's going to be a very long day.
Sykes: Looks like Mr. Guerra
was tortured.
And I noticed that he has a lot
of cough medicine
and stuff here, so the man was
not faking his cold.
Well, that's not what
killed him. Kendall.
Well, I'm gonna say he died
of excess blood loss
between 11:00 and 1:00 last night.
Before the tow yard murder.
No sign of forced entry.
He was single. Living alone.
Then how was Chase able to get inside?
- Marco Guerra?
- Yes.
- I just need a signature.
- [Coughs]
And I need you to step inside.
There's blood on the floor here,
and the gash on his head.
So he was probably hit with this lamp...
dragged in here, where he was taped up.
Once he's in the chair, he's
poked and slashed repeatedly
until he dies from this
major cut on his leg
in the femoral artery.
Tortured and murdered.
But for what purpose?
Well, the answer might be this
empty safe here in the closet.
Hey, boss.
Sorry I hit you so hard.
Maybe it was the cold medicine
that kept you knocked out for so long.
You know that Rippletts doesn't
cover sick days, right?
[Muffled groaning]
Shh!
Shh.
Shh.
So, here's what's gonna happen.
You're gonna give me
the combination to your safe.
I hope that's where you've been
keeping all the cash
you've been skimming, Marco.
- [Muffled whimpering]
- Or as you once said...
- [Blade whooshes]
- ...we might have to make some cuts.
[Muffled whimpering]
[Muffled screaming]
Ms. Chase said Elliot thought
his boss was stealing money.
But if cash was all he wanted...
Why not take money from the tow yard?
Why the bag of guns? No.
Mr. Chase seems to have revenge
on his mind.
What about his former workplaces?
They both agreed to shut down
for the day.
So far, Elliot's a no-show.
Um, I should, uh, continue
warning the people
on Ms. Chase's excessively long
list of Elliot's grudges.
- Excuse me.
- Was anything else stolen
from this guy's house besides money?
His black Toyota Highlander is
missing, sir.
It could have been the vehicle
Elliot drove to the tow yard.
He could have left in it, too.
You worry about this too much.
I cannot believe that you run
after murderers all day long,
and you are this scared of a cold.
- Uh...
- But I brought you zinc tablets,
Vitamin C, and immunity boosters.
Oh, thank you, sweetie pie.
- I feel better all ready.
- [Chuckles]
Mwah! Mwah! Well, this is
going to make you feel
absolutely great then.
In the mail this morning was
an invitation to a wedding.
From none other than
the very first Mrs. Provenza.
"...request the honor of your
presence on October the 3rd?"
Someone's going to marry Liz?
- [Chuckles]
- Ye gods. It's a miracle!
Patrice! Patrice, do you
know what this means?
Yes. That you don't have to split
your pension with her anymore.
You can retire.
We can start traveling around the world.
On a budget, but, you know, still.
- Retire? I...
- Yeah.
I-I'd planned to die facedown
at my desk.
Well, only because half of your
pension would have gone to Liz.
But now... Louie!
These could very well be
the last three murder victims
you ever see.
Well, actually, it's four now.
You also wouldn't have to put
your life at risk every day.
I don't run, I don't jump,
I don't climb.
How dangerous can it be?
Oh. Lieutenant. Oh.
- Hey, Patrice.
- Hi, Amy.
Patrol found the Highlander
Elliot stole from his boss
just six blocks away from the tow yard.
What?
Well, Elliot left his wife's car
behind, too.
How is this nutjob getting around?
[Horn blares]
[Car door opens]
- Hey.
- Hi.
Welcome, Mr. Downey.
[Engine starts]
[Sign clicking]
[Gasps]
- [Whirring]
- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
What are you doing?!
Parked in a gridlock zone, sir.
A gridlock zone?
Well, I don't see a sign...
Whoa, whoa. All right, all right.
Hold on, hold on, hold on. Hold on.
Look. I don't know
what the deal is here.
Let's just settle it right now, huh?
Step into my office.
[Whirring]
So, what's this gonna take?
- All right, I got a couple hundred
dollars, and that's... - [Gear clicks]
Whoa. Wait. Where are you going?
Don't want to do this
on the main drag, sir.
[Turns off engine]
Look, I don't have a ton of cash on me,
but I can write you a check.
You're probably more used
to collecting checks
than writing them... eh, Mr. Downey?
How do you know my name? Oh, God.
Hold on. Hold on.
"Downey, Parker, and Wiebe.
We will stop your foreclosure.
No matter what!"
Of course, your fees were
non-refundable.
How many people did you scam
out of their home?
It wasn't a scam. It was... [Panting]
All right, look.
How about this, all right?
How about I refund all your money?
Sorry, Mr. Downey. Some problems
you can't buy your way out of.
- And this is one of them.
- No. No, no! No!
[Gunshots]
[Lowered voice] So, I know
you guys are really busy,
but Buzz found a few partials
from different ATM robberies
from 1986 that seem to match
one of the guys who killed
his father and uncle.
- That's great, Rusty.
- [Coins clatter]
So, he can... he can use these
with... with the new software
that the L.A.P.D. has
- to, like...
- Hold on.
How many points has Buzz been
able to put together
from the partials?
Oh, well, like, uh... [Exhales]
like, maybe... maybe 7?
L.A.P.D. requires...
and this is a rule...
- Oh, God.
- ...12 points to proceed
against a criminal offender.
Okay. All right. Well, um...
But he could still use these
points to, like, uh,
just to get a name, right?
For a victim, not a suspect.
And I gather from the hushed
tone in this conversation
that Buzz already told you that.
Flynn: Sharon.
This is most of what we found
at Chase's apartment.
Massive clips.
Empty boxes of heavy ammunition, ma'am.
- [Mouths words]
- Flynn: Elliot
could have thousands of rounds,
and this is what he left behind.
Plenty of PVC pipe, wires,
electrical tools.
Is he making some kind of explosives?
The bomb dogs didn't think so, sir.
But he was building something.
Chase is an engineer.
But he's broke, behind on his
rent and utilities,
checking account empty.
Had shut off his phone.
Losing that job was the last straw.
- [Phone rings in distance]
- But not the first.
Do we have any feedback
from the list of grudges
his wife gave us?
Well, nobody here has heard back
from the IRS, naturally.
And no one we've talked to has seen him.
But people are very thankful,
actually, for the heads up.
Uh, Captain, the owner of
the tow yard is on the line.
We let him inspect his site,
and they're missing a tow truck.
Ahh. One question is answered.
A tow truck.
If he doesn't switch vehicles
again, we've got him.
[Coughs]
[Door squeaks]
[Engine starts]
[Engine revving]
[Speaking indistinctly]
Hey. You ready?
Uh... Ye... Hold on.
I just need to talk to the lieutenant
about something real quick, so...
Oh, my God. Is this more
bullshit about the partials?
It's just a simple match to
a name that a computer can do,
but the only thing getting
in the way is this stupid policy
that the lieutenant probably
knows how to get around, okay?
So I just need to...
Yeah, Buzz told you not
to involve anyone else.
I'm... I'm not involving
people, Gus. I'm just...
I'm just asking for background, so...
What?
You know, let me go ask
Buzz if he thinks talking
to Lieutenant Provenza about all this
- is not involving other people.
- No, you can't talk to Buzz right now.
See what he says.
He's very busy. He
doesn't have time to...
Everybody is busy right now.
Why don't you just control your
impulses... or whatever it is...
to ask each one of them
the same question
and just think up a good
answer on your own?
Okay.
And not lose the rest of my only day off
when we have tickets to see "Star Trek"?
That I've already paid for.
- Anyways, I'm leaving.
- Gus...
[Provenza speaking indistinctly]
Okay. All right. I'm coming.
I'm coming. I just...
Damn it. We're so close
right now, okay...
Trust me. You need a movie.
- To get out of your head.
- Okay. [Sighs]
Hey, Patrice. The lieutenant's
in the break room.
Thank you, boys.
Why would you not call
and tell me that you were
sending me an invite to your wedding?
I mean, I-I...
This is a big, big change
in my life, Liz.
No, it's not about the money!
Well, at least not entirely.
Oh, uh, and listen,
just remember that he only stole
cash from the first victim.
- Liz:The first victim?
- Excuse me.
I'll have to walk you through
the rest of this later.
- Are you doing the thing where
somebody... - No. Goodbye.
[Sighs heavily]
My beautiful Patrice.
Oh. Stressful day?
Well, uh, our mass shooter's
in possession of a tow truck
and an enormous amount
of weapons and ammunition,
and we still have no idea what
he plans to do with it all.
Ooh. What'd you bring me?
Something special to celebrate
our new financial freedom.
Oh, well...
Beets.
And goat cheese.
And goat cheese.
For a treat.
- And a little pasta salad.
- Mm.
Yeah. So, has it sunk in yet?
The possibility of you being
able to retire?
Oh, it has. [Chuckles]
But now, you understand
that this is not going to be
immediate, Patrice.
Well, why not?
Well, because while I am
perfectly willing to believe
that... that Liz intends to get married,
I wouldn't get the other half
of that pension
until she actually says
the words "I do."
And, you know, there's
also a couple of...
other considerations.
Like your safety
and us spending more time together?
Well... Oh, yeah. Yeah.
- Those, also.
- Mm.
- [Knocks on door]
- Lieutenant...
Patrice. Uh, sorry.
We found the tow truck.
Oh, great. That's great, Buzz.
- Thank you.
- Uh, sure.
- Excuse me.
- I'm sorry.
You know, I'm still on duty.
[Chuckles] Now, we'll finish
this discussion tonight
when I take you out to dinner.
Oh. Oh!
- Louie, honey. Wait, here's...
- Oh, Ye gods!
I can't believe that
I almost walked out of here
without these... beets.
[Chuckles, sighs]
- I love you, Patrice.
- Mm.
I love you, too.
Be careful out there.
[Sighs]
[Door closes]
Okay, great.
Neighbor spotted the truck
on the news and phoned it in.
We have signs of a struggle.
Two bullet holes. See?
- Not quite, Andy.
- Tao:Excuse me, fellas.
I will give these back. I promise.
Okay. Here we go. Two bullet holes.
One in the passenger seat,
the other one in the car door.
Flynn: We have blood streaks
on the window,
but no sign of Chase or whoever he shot.
- Have you recovered any casings?
- Yes.
- Let me see if I can show you.
- Uh, could you just tell us, Tao?
- Please.
- Okay. Two 9-millimeter.
Same as we found early this morning.
So he's still saving
his heavy artillery.
Though what he's driving it aroundin...
Could be he's on foot.
Or he's taken another victim's car.
Switching vehicles has been his M.O.
Chase might have a hostage.
Eh, he's more like a "kill 'em
and leave 'em" kind of guy.
Okay. Mike, Andy, move on.
Let S.I.D. print the tow truck
and then start a grid search of
the area for a possible victim.
Meanwhile, we need to go back
to our list of grudges.
Yes, Mr. Carson, this is the L.A.P.D...
- Thank you.
- Do you know an Elliot Chase?
He worked at Breen Medical
Instruments in 2007.
- Yes, sir. I see.
- So you haven't heard from him since?
Hello, Mrs. Salazar?
This is Detective Amy Sykes
with the L.A.P.D.
You were calling to give
Elliot Chase at Breen...
- Do you know an Elliot Chase?
- Did you work with Elliot Chase
at Breen Medical Instruments in 2007?
Has Mr. Chase contacted you
in the last month?
- Amy: He worked at Breen...
- If for any reason you see him
or he does contact you,
please call 9-1-1
or call us directly at 213...
[Engine revving]
[Phone rings]
[Rings, beeps]
- Hello?
- Provenza:Uh, yes.
- Is this Richard Downey?
- Uh, yes.
Yes, it is. Uh, who is this?
Oh, this is Lieutenant Provenza
with the L.A.P.D.
- Are you free to speak, sir?
- Uh, yes.
- Is something wrong?
- Oh, no need for alarm.
We just need some information.
You were a mortgage lawyer
for Elliot and Karen Chase
in 2009, correct?
Uh, 2009. That was 7 years ago.
- Uh, Elliot and Karen who?
- Chase.
Has he contacted you today,
or lately, or in the last month?
No, I... I don't... I don't believe so.
[Sneezes, coughs]
- Excuse me.
- Well, bless you.
Um, have there been any
threats made against you
or, uh, or your work?
Threats? What kind of threats?
Well, you know, um...
letters, e-mails, anonymous phone calls.
No. Not that I'm aware of.
[Coughing]
[Sneezes loudly]
[Coughing continues]
Lieutenant, I'm going into
an underground garage.
Why don't you call my office
and check with them?
- Do you have their number?
- Uh, no.
Um, can... can you give to me?
Sorry, I'm, uh...
I think I'm losing you.
- [Monitor beeps]
- [Dial tone]
- What is it? Lieutenant?
- [Hangs up receiver]
I was just talking to someone
on Richard...
Richard Downey's cellphone.
And I'm pretty sure it was Elliot.
What makes you think that, Lieutenant?
Because before he hung up on me,
he was coughing and sneezing.
And our killer spent a lot of yesterday
with someone who had a cold.
Julio, call Mr. Downey back.
- Buzz, ping that cellphone now.
- Ooh.
[Dialing]
[Coughs]
[Cellphone rings]
[Ringing continues]
[Rings]
[Beeping]
Our possible victim
Richard Downey's cellphone
is on Olympic Boulevard
and not moving anywhere.
What kind of car does
Richard Downey drive?
DMV says a red Jaguar XF Sedan.
Well, Downey's assistant said
he left at around noon
to get a bite to eat before
speaking in a conference.
A conference?
He was scheduled to appear
on a panel before
the Southern California Mortgage
and Investment Brokers Alliance.
- Uh, Buzz.
- [Typing]
The Greyson Hotel?
Yeah, our shooter is
blazing a trail west.
Towards a gathering of mortgage brokers.
That's his target.
What time does this conference start?
Well, the opening meet-and-greet
begins... 15 minutes ago, ma'am.
♪
[Brakes squeal]
Hi. Welcome to the Greyson, sir.
Will you be checking in?
- Oh, I will, indeed.
- Great. There you go.
- There you go.
- Thank you.
Of course.
♪
Hello, sir.
Can I help you with your bag?
Oh, um, yes. Thank you.
- It's a little heavy.
- [Groans]
Great.
[Coughs]
Hi. Welcome to the Greyson, Mister...?
Uh, Downey. Richard Downey.
Ah. Yes. We spoke on the phone.
I was able to confirm
a courtyard suite for you.
- [Coughs] - I'll just swipe
your card for incidentals,
and Benny will show
you to your room. Oh.
Here are your keys...
and enjoy your stay.
Thank you. I will.
- This way, sir.
- Ah.
- [Door beeps]
- And...
- [Switch clicks]
- Here we are.
Bedroom's right through
these doors here.
Mini bar.
Conference table with the extra
power strip you requested.
- And, of course...
- [Curtain rings swoosh]
The view.
All right. Is there anything else I
can do for you, sir?
[Clears throat] Um, yes. Benny,
would you inform the event coordinators
I'm not gonna be able to speak
on the panel after all?
I'm feeling a little unwell.
Um, they should just move
into the reception area
when it's convenient.
And if you could let me know
when that begins.
- The reception?
- Of course, sir.
My pleasure.
Oh, and, Benny, would you make
sure I'm not disturbed?
Mm-hmm.
[Clears throat]
♪
[Birds chirping]
[Tires squeal]
Okay, everyone, maintain
a quiet approach.
I don't want our presence to
trigger Mr. Chase into action.
By the time we get there,
SIS should be fully infiltrated
into the conference.
We will search the hotel
and the surrounding areas
for any sign of both Elliot
and Richard Downey.
L.A.P.D.
We're looking for a red Jaguar
you might have parked recently.
L.A.P.D. Leave these vehicles alone.
We will be back.
Welcome to the Greyson.
By any chance
did a man named Richard Downey
check in here today?
Uh, yes. Not too long ago. Why?
Is this him?
Uh, no. No, it's not.
Okay, how about this guy?
I can't be sure.
Well, we are going to need access
to your security surveillance system.
What room did this so-called
Mr. Downey check into?
- Um...
- [Types]
Room 515, one of our larger
courtyard suites.
Okay, he's not in the bar
or the restaurant.
Downey's Jaguar is vacant.
We left eyes on it. Captain?
I'm not sure why, but if Elliot is here,
he checked into a courtyard suite.
Captain, SIS said Elliot
is not in the conference.
Lieutenant.
That's him with the bellman.
Captain, it's confirmed,
and he has that bag with him.
So Elliot is not only here, Captain,
he is heavily, heavily armed.
All the more reason to give
Mr. Chase a chance to surrender,
evacuate as much of the floor
around his suite as possible,
- and let me know when you're done.
- All right.
Sykes, Buzz, find the bellman
who helped this fruitcake
and see if he was given
any special instructions.
Guys, let's get Tao and we'll
meet on the fifth floor.
[Pumps gun]
[Clicks]
[Speaks inaudibly]
[Whispering] L.A.P.D.
Let's go. This way.
Provenza: [Whispering]
Captain. We're in position
in the hallway outside room 515.
- Hold on one moment.
- Captain, this is Benny,
who helped our suspect into his room.
Hey, I didn't know that the guy
was a criminal.
Just, like, a big tipper.
- Did he say anything?
- No.
Uh, dude wasn't feeling well.
He told me to tell the conference people
that he needed to skip his speech.
I'm supposed to call him
when they finish.
And everyone enters this
courtyard for a reception.
- Is that correct?
- Yeah.
Yeah, it should be starting
any minute now.
Open bar, so it's gonna be
pretty crowded.
Amy, make sure to clear
the courtyard and that the doors
are locked and blocked by the police.
Benny, I need a hotel phone.
[Doors creak]
[Telephone rings]
- [Coughs]
- [Ringing continues]
- [Beep]
- Hello, Benny, is it time?
No, Mr. Chase, it's not.
This is Captain Sharon Raydor
of the L.A.P.D.
We have your room surrounded.
We don't want you
or anyone else getting hurt.
Put your weapons down,
open the door to your room,
step outside into the hall
with your hands up.
Did you happen to notice
that ballroom downstairs
filled with people who destroyed
this country?
Elliot, listen to me. I'm trying
to save your life here.
You don't care about my life.
People like me don't matter.
That's been made abundantly clear.
Mr. Chase, no one doubts
that you have suffered,
but that suffering
won't be healed by you
inflicting it on others.
- We need...
- Listen closely, Captain, and watch.
No one's bailing out anyone today.
- Okay?
- Elliot...
I've prepared a little surprise
for our mortgage broker friends that...
you won't want to miss.
- Goodbye.
- [Phone clatters]
[Bursting sound]
Ooh!
Is that money?
What the hell was that noise?
Elliot just fired cash off
his hotel balcony
out of some sort of cannon.
I assume he's probably
looking out at the courtyard
right now to shoot
whoever takes the bait.
- Go, go, go!
- [Mouths words]
Rifle!
Aah!
Lieutenant!
[Shell casings clatter]
[Groaning]
Sir. Sir.
Get down on the ground!
Put your hands out where I can see them!
Get down!
Get down, damn it!
Get down now, or I will shoot you!
Get down now!
I'm sorry.
But I can't stay.
Get... Oh!
[Body thuds]
[Groans] Thank God for this stupid vest.
Sir! Sir! Sir, are you okay?
[Groans] No! No!
My wife is gonna kill me!
Aah!
Aah!
[Groaning]
Elliot Chase jumped rather
than being arrested.
But I think that was always his plan.
And Provenza... not seriously wounded?
Only his pride.
- Thank God.
- Good. Good.
Great job, Captain. Great job.
Oh. And, uh, really good work
keeping your personal
and professional lives separate.
It... It can't always be done.
Oh, oh, actually, Chief,
um, that may be about to be
tested further.
Yeah. I put my house up for sale,
and we are planning on
finding a place together.
Wow. [Chuckles]
So, you two are moving in together?
- [Elevator bell dings]
- Mm-hmm.
Well, good luck with that.
Hey, Mom... Oh. I'm sorry. Sorry.
No, no. It's all right, Mr. Beck.
I, uh... [Chuckles] I was just leaving.
Let me know when you find Mr. Downey.
Sharon: Will do.
Uh, so, I was thinking
about what you said...
with less than 12 points
on a fingerprint thing?
- You mean the L.A.P.D. policy?
- Yes.
And I'm sure that you guys have
a really good reasons for that,
but I wonder...
In what Buzz put together
of the fingerprint,
does it have enough points
for him to search for and...
and I.D. a potential witness?
Hmm. That's another way
of looking at it.
Which we could have waited till
tomorrow to discuss, but, hey.
That request would have to
come from Buzz.
- Well, I'll mention it to him.
- Tomorrow.
You'll mention it to him
tomorrow morning.
- Right.
- Bye, Sharon, Andy.
You'll see him tomorrow morning.
Won't you?
Yeah. Okay.
And we're off.
- [Elevator bell dings]
- Have a good night, everybody.
Night!
[Chuckles]
- [Elevator doors close]
- Searching for a possible witness?
He sounds less like a journalist
and more like a lawyer.
- Out of the frying pan.
- No! No.
[Both chuckle]
Oh.
No, no, no, no.
Don't get up. Don't get up.
Chest still feeling sore, Lieutenant?
I got shot. What do you think?
Uh, technically, Lieutenant,
it was shrapnel,
but if you weren't wearing that vest...
- It wouldn't have been pretty.
- Don't you think Patrice will ask
what happened to the jacket you
were wearing earlier today?
All right. To be perfectly clear,
I am not hiding anything from my wife.
I... I just wanted
to look good for dinner
- whenever she gets here.
- You got shot?
- Oh, my... Are you okay?
- Yeah.
I said it this morning. This morning.
Then how could you text me such
a thing and then not answer?
Patrice, listen.
It's very difficult to tell
a spouse this kind of news,
and I know you're upset,
and... and I even considered
hiding this from you,
just to tell you
a flat-out lie about it.
Um, but then I decided that
I would be completely honest.
Because that's my new
philosophy about marriage.
Having tried everything else.
So, Patrice,
I got hit today,
and it... hurt.
[Clicks tongue]
But...
leaving here wouldn't just hurt me.
It would probably kill me.
And... And that's why I'm asking you
to look at this from my perspective.
Just for a moment.
Try to see that even on a bad day,
even if it's not rational, even
if it doesn't seem reasonable,
to me, still...
Still.
This is the greatest job in the world.
And I don't know who I'd be without it.
I get that, honey. I do.
But can we at least come up
with some kind of compromise?
Something we can both live with?
Are you offering me a deal?
[Chuckles] Yes.
I...
I am going to swear
right here and now before God
and everybody else
that you can stay at the L.A.P.D.
for as long as you like, but...
you are the very last police officer
I'm ever gonna marry.
[Laughs] Well...
[Laughing]
- Where do I sign?
- Come here.
Come here. Oh, God! Watch
the ribs, my love.
- Oh! Sorry.
- Ooh.
- Oh, yeah. Just watch the ribs.
- Oh.
[Sighs]