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♪ You know what is this,
pack it up and ship it ♪

♪ get to business ♪

♪ it's just the music ♪

♪ and it's burnin' my mind ♪

Give me --
give me one of these.

♪ And it's so damn hot ♪

Almost perfect. May I?

You've got yourself
a job, Marci.

♪ Do you feel, do you feel,
do you feel me... ♪

Screw you.

♪ Ooh, sha sha ♪

♪ ooh, sha sha ♪

Ple-- please.

We got to protect
the tower, Nick.

I'm gonna deny
ever saying this,

but I will let you eat popsicles
for breakfast for a week

if we take them down.

I'm pretty sure
that Uncle Davey

built their tower
up in Leo's bedroom.

Do you want me
to take down Leo?

I heard that!

It's just a game, honey.
Nobody's gonna get hurt.

Okay -- aah! Yeah, go get him.
Go get him. I'll cover.

Mom! Mom! Help!

H-hang on. Hang on.
I think Leo's hurt.

Come on. Hang on.
Leo, what's up? You okay?

Gotcha!

Oh, that's not -- ohh!

That's not fair!
That's not fair!

- Sucker.
- Oh-ho!

Shame on you for using
your nephew like that.

I mean, that's not fair.

You started it, we finished it.

We did not start it.

So, did we win?

Nick, I told you to go capture
their tower

Hi. Come on in.

Good morning.
Hey, guys! Nora!

Oh, hey, Nora, honey,
I'll get your check.

Oh, you guys have big plans
for the day?

Yeah. We're going over
to Theo's house.

His mom
lets us play "Halo."

Oh.
Sorry for the delay.

Not a problem.

Go wash your hands.
Go.

So, will you need me
this week?

Uh, Davey, you're busy...

Uh, Tuesday.
Tuesday.

Great. I'll pick them up
from school.

Okay, great.
Thanks a lot. Okay. Thanks.

Oh, uh...

Sheppard.

Uh, well, actually,
today's my day off, so...

Well, how big a deal?

Hey! Hey!
You know what?

The guy with
the trashy billboards?

Yep. I'm wearing
one of his thongs as we speak.

Oh, well,
thanks for the update.

5 to 2 you're one of those
boy-shorts kind of girls.

You'd lose.
Don't tell me "grannies."

Why do they call them that?
What, just 'cause they're comfy?

One shot to the chest,
one in the mouth,

up close and personal.

Coroner says he's fresh --

killed within
the past two hours.

The press
get wind of this?

Uh, no, not yet.

I hate
celebrity cases.

No, you don't --
you hate the celebrities,

you hate the press,
but the cases, you love.

Look, it's Sunday,
and my in-laws are over,

so if I need somebody
to tell me what I'm thinking,

I'll go back home.

Tell me about Ari Rose.

Well, it looks like
Ari Rose here

went out
for a Sunday stroll,

and somebody popped him
in the chest, right?

And then the bad guy
didn't steal anything

like your garden-variety
bad guy would.

No, our bad guy came back

and put the barrel of his Glock
in Ari's mouth.

You seem pretty sure.

Well, if the shot to the mouth
was first,

there'd be no point
to a second shot, right?

How do you know
the shooter used a Glock?

That part I just made up.

Here's a shock.
Nobody saw nothing.

This part of town,
you couldn't get

a witness
to an earthquake.

That's the first
good news of the day.

He's worried about the press
blowing this up.

Rose's design studio is around
the corner. You two start there.

I'll sit on this till the
coroner bags him up, all right?

Yep.

Is it just me,

or is the L.T.
only happy when he's not?

Well, it is Sunday.

He probably had
better plans, you know. I did.

How 'bout you?
You have anything good going?

Last night...

And it was still going good
to this morning.

Wow. You and I
lead very different lives.

Ari was already in here
when I arrived this morning.

I thought we were the only ones
working on a Sunday.

"Rose Clothes --
we never close."

Ari went from working a
sewing machine for Calvin Klein

to owning
a lingerie business

with revenues
of over half a billion dollars

in, what, three years?

You don't do that without
working a couple of weekends.

What time did you get in
this morning?

Maybe 8:00.
I went for lunch at 12:30.

Got back an hour later,
and Ari was gone.

Was Ari in a good mood?

Ari was always
in a good mood.

Well, it's good to be king.

Yeah.
He was proud of his success.

And what was Ari doing
this morning?

He had an interview --
Marci Heller.

She was meeting with him

about being the face
of next season's ad campaign.

May I?

Sure, sure.

Well, did she get it?

Marci Heller --
is she the new face?

No.

What is it, Karl? Hmm?

Come on.
You can tell me.

Come on.
Just spit it out.

Okay, look,
Ari was a pig, okay?

He was a huge believer
in the casting couch.

Well, Marci didn't want the job
that bad, so she left.

He's got something on the books
at 1:00 p.m.

With someone named Jia.

Never heard of her.

We're gonna need Marci Heller's
address, okay?

What about a wife?
Did Ari have a wife?

No, no,
he wasn't married.

Girlfriend?
Not now.

He was dating
Laurel Martin.

Just fishing here, Karl,

but can I assume
that it was a bad breakup?

She's suing him for
sexual harassment -- or was.

The case was dismissed
on Friday.

♪ The Protector 1x02 ♪
Spoon
Original Air Date on June 19, 2011

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

Are you insane?

I mean, she's cute, but is she
even in the same species?

Lose the pout and the makeup --
trust me, that's her.

I watch all those
modeling and runway shows.

Well, like I said,
we lead very different lives.

I heard all the stories.

"Ari is a pig, sexist,
a player."

But I didn't see that side
of him, at least at first.

He was sweet, sensitive,
spiritual.

He even dragged me
to his acupuncturist

to get my chi fixed.

Well, who wants to date somebody
with a broken chi, huh?

Been there.

Oh, just to be clear,

I broke up with him.

Right before
you sued him.

Ari was pissed
when I ended it,

so he did
what Ari does best --

he humiliated me publicly.

He groped me during a photo
shoot in front of 20 strangers.

That was when I quit,
and I found a lawyer.

So, you lost, he won,

and that's why you're here
folding sweaters.

He blackballed me at
every modeling agency in town.

Sounds like
a real prince.

And when my case was dismissed,
he actually had the balls

to call me up
and asme out for drinks --

just for old times' sake.

That guy
a friend of yours?

That's Max.

We're going out now.

He got me this gig
when I left Rose Clothes.

And, yes, w-we've both
been here all day.

You can check
with our manager.

Okay.

So, the Ari Rose murder's
gone wide.

Some numbnuts at his factory
tweeted that he was killed.

Do you have any idea
how pissed off I am

that I even need to know
what a Tweet is?

How much does the press know?

Well, he was
a bad-boy millionaire,

destroyed
his competitors,

slept with anything
that had a pulse,

and pushed the boundaries
of obscenity in advertising.

So, they love him.

It's a feeding frenzy.

Tell me something
that's gonna make me happy.

No, I said "happy."

What about the woman
who sued him?

Laurel Martin?

Alibi checked out.

Same with Marci,

the model he had
an argument with this morning.

But Ari had an appointment
on his calendar today

with someone named Jia
at 1:00.

Doesn't that coincide
with his time of death?

Yeah. Buerge's looking into it,
checking out modeling agencies.

How do we know
she's a model?

We're thinking
Jia with a J"?

Oh.

That explains why Buerge
ran out of here smiling.

Okay, Sheppard, what?

Well, Ari Rose
was shot in the mouth.

I mean, why the mouth, right?
Is that a message, a warning?

Did he say something?

I don't know. It just feels
very personal, right?

- Hey, Sheppard!
- What?

For you.

Don't disappoint me,
detectives.

No.
Lucky you.

Hey, I'm Detective
Jasper Cummings.

Homicide,
North Hollywood division.

Oh.
Detective Gloria Sheppard.

I saw the dailies
on your Ari Rose thing.

Oh, nothing better to do on a
Sunday than read murder reports?

Well, what can I say?

The crossword puzzle
was easy today.

Oh. "New York Times"
or "TV Guide"?

Hey, you know, um,
Buerge told me about you.

I've got some info that may help
your investigation.

- What did he say?
- Who?

Buerge.
You got to keep up, detective.

- I want to work the case with you.
- I already have a partner.

Yeah.
She doesn't have this.

She doesn't like to be talked
about like she's not here.

Apologies.

All right, look,
you seem like a really nice guy,

and you may even be
a good cop.

- I'm here to help you.
- Well, then, help us.

You want to stay and play, you
have to give us something good.

All right.

Two weeks ago,
I caught this case --

Archie Bream, 30,
African-American male,

an attendant
in a downtown parking lot.

I thought you worked
North Hollywood.

Bream lived in Burbank.

Went out for a morning jog,
never made it home.

Was shot once in the back.

Then the doer
flipped him over --

Shot him again
in the mouth.

Okay, you can stay.

Two entirely different dudes,
different areas of town.

It's a coincidence.

Two is a coincidence,
but three is a pattern.

Look at this.

Paula Perry, 23,
golf pro.

Drink with a girlfriend
in Mar Vista.

Two shots -- one in the gut
and one in the mouth.

We may have ourselves
a serial killer.

Okay, guys,
this is what we have.

We're looking for connections.

The victims
are all different ages.

They lived, worked, and died
in different parts of town.

They're different races,
different religions,

two guys, one girl,
a millionaire designer,

a parkrking attendant,
a golf pro.

And we're sure
they're connected?

I am.

Sheppard
and Detective Cummings

connected the victims
based upon a common M.O.

Cummings is gonna help us out
on this one.

And Valdez wants us to proceed
as if they're all one case.

Thanks.

And just to make sure this
isn't too easy for you guys,

ballistics says they were all
killed with different guns.

I checked in with Russo
in gangs and narcotics.

He says he's never heard
of anything like this before.

So, assuming this isn't "Shoot
somebody in the mouth" month,

we need to find a connection.

Hey, Davey, it's me.

Listen, when the boys
get back from their playdate,

would you make them
clean up their rooms?

It looks like
a science experiment up there.

I don't know
when I'm gonna be done,

so I'll just call you later.

All right, bye-bye.

Tickles.

It's supposed to, Nora.

So, what do you think
about Cummings?

He seems smart
and really cute

and, you know, work-obsessed
in a sexy kind of way.

So ask him out.

He is not
interested in me.

And you know that
because...

- Milk, no sugar, for Detective Sheppard.
- Oh, thank you.

I forgot if you said
soy or sugar, so here.

Yeah, uh-huh.
Sorry.

Yeah. Thanks.

That's how I know.

So, anybody else
wondering

what kind of name
Jia is with a "J"?

Yes. Fake, ridiculous.

Chinese -- I looked it up
while you two

were in there
doing the big powwow.

I think I found him, actually,
and it's a him, not a her.

There's an acupuncturist

about three blocks
from Ari Rose's design studio.

Yes, here we go --
Dr. Jia Tao.

We should
go check him out.

All right,
it's your call.

You can come.

Just don't knock over
any furniture or anything.

And how often
did you treat Mr. Rose?

Every Sunday -- some weeks
more often than that.

The last time
you saw Ari Rose was...

Today, 1:00.
It was prophylactic, really.

Ari had terrible migraines.
Excuse me.

Did you also treat a man
named Archie Bream

or a woman
named Paula Perry?

Uh...sorry.

Thanks, doctor, and
if you can think of anything,

just give us a call.

Thank you.

Can you explain that?

We're talking
to the last person

to see the victim alive,
and your partner's --

Listen,
I don't have to explain

my partner's behavior
to you or anyone else.

She knows
what she's doing.

Hey, 'Chelle, when's the last
time you had a bearclaw?

What are you doing?

I was feeling
a bit peckish.

Okay, what about this?

Let's say
that the shooter knew

that Ari had
a regular appointment

here with Dr. Tao, right?

So he shows up early,

but he has to wait around
'cause Ari has to finish.

Well, he doesn't
want to stand around,

waiting to pop
somebody, so...

- The restaurant across the street.
- Yeah.

Maybe he sits
at one of the outdoor tables,

and while he's there,
he orders

a bowl of tomato soup
or a tuna sandwich and...

I got the receipts.

Hopefully he didn't go
to the ATM in the morning.

Hopefully
he has a record.

And hopefully he went
to that restaurant.

L.A.P.D.!

Madre de dios!

9-mill on the bed!

You should have used
cash, Jaime.

What'd I do?

You murdered Ari Rose,
asshole.

I want my lawyer!

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say
can be used against you...

Hmm. Tuna.

So, Jaime Sosa's
a real sweetheart.

Two arrests
for narcotics possession,

one with intent to sell,
both dismissed.

He did three years
for assault with a deadly weapon

and two for armed robbery.

Now, there's our leverage.
This is strike three.

The high, hard one.

Fastball
right up around here.

I know what
the high, hard one is.

Ballistics says the gun
you found in Sosa's apartment

is the gun
that killed Ari.

We're talking slam-dunk.

Different sport,
but I get your metaphor.

I'm gonna issue
a news release

that we have a suspect
in the Ari Rose case.

Hopefully,
the press will back off

while we try to connect Sosa
to the other killings.

Why are you
making that face, Sheppard?

What?
It's just my face.

No, it's your
"even though

"we caught the shooter
with the murder weapon,

something's still
bugging you" face.

Oh, that face.
Yeah, I guess.

I -- it's this whole
"Bullet in the mouth" thing

that's keeping me up,
right?

I mean, why were they
shot like that?

You know, it feels like
a message to me.

Come on -- don't you think
that it's weird

that Sosa ran around
killing them that way?

And if he killed
all of these people,

then why was he using
different guns?

I don't know.

If you ask him nicely,
maybe he'll explain it.

What?

Is Allen Brodsky
representing Sosa?

Welcome to the bigs.

Lieutenant Valdez.

Been a while.

Help me out here.
Last time was...

Malcolm Jackson.

That was fun, no?

It was fun for me.

What, no celebrity
killed his wife this week?

You know,
there's more to me

than what they write about
in "People" magazine.

Like the mobsters
who keep you on retainer?

And now Jaime Sosa.

I didn't figure a drug dealer
with a gun was your style,

but I guess
the recession has hit everyone.

Can we really put a price
on an innocent man's freedom?

It's good to see you're still
full of it, Brodsky.

I know the way.

Bye, Felix!

Thank you.

You see?

My lawyer's gonna kick
your pretty little ass.

If we could have
some alone time, detective?

Of course.

No tapes, no cameras,
please.

So, we're even now.

What?

Come on, man. Just
get me the hell out of here.

I'm an attorney, son,,,,
not a magician.

What the hell?

I did just like
you wanted.

What are you
talking about, Jaime?

I killed the son of a bitch,
just like you told me to.

Well, I got to
give it to Cummings.

I mean, he's committed.

I talked to a friend of mine
in the North Hollywood division.

She says
that he's tenacious,

always finding connections where
nobody else is even looking.

- But?
- No. No buts.

He came out of U.C.L.A.,
made detective by 26,

plays nicely
with his peers.

He does have some
authority issues, though.

Apparently, he got in a fight
with a captain in '07.

Spent a year behind a desk.

Uh-huh.

Is he single?

I don't know.

Are you serious?

How can you get
that much info about a man

and not find out
if he's single?

No, hang on.

Hey, Leo, honey. How was
your playdate this afternoon?

Oh, it was really fun.
We played "Halo." I leveled up.

Oh, that's my good, little
alien-killing boy.

Nora said she's never had
a score as high as mine.

Nora?
When did you see Nora?

Oh, she was here
when we got back.

Well,
where's Uncle Davey?

Oh, he's here, too.

They're making
hot-fudge sundaes with us.

Well, that sounds nice.

Hey, uh...

Leo, honey,
let me talk to him.

Bye. Got to go.

No, le--

there is no way
that I am paying her.

Nice try, detective,

but tell your boss I'm not
buying anything he's selling.

Oh, and, F.Y.I., I no longer
represent Mr. Sosa.

What was that all about?

No idea.

I knew Brodsky
was a son of a bitch.

Yeah, well, his mom
could have told you that.

All right, look -- let's review
where we stand, shall we?

One, we can
put you at the homicide,

two, your gun
matches the murder weapon,

and three
is strike three,

and in case you can't count,
Jaime, this is strike three.

Any idea
why Brodsky stormed out?

No, but he was pissed at
the L.T. like he'd been punked.

Yeah, but he showed up
when Sosa called.

We're missing something.

Look, you really
need to change your attitude,

or you are headed
to Pelican Bay,

and then I can't do anything
to help you.

Now, sit down
and tell me what happened.

I didn't know the dude.

Ari Rose?

- Got nothing against him.
- I see.

So, you just woke up,
brushed your teeth,

and decided to shoot a guy
in the mouth.

I mean,
you're really not

helping yourself out here,
Jaime, okay?

When Allen Brodsky tells you
to do something, you do it.

Wait.
You don't ask questions.

Allen Brodsky
told you to kill Ari Rose?

What about Archie Bream
or Paula Perry?

What?Did he tell you
to kill them, too?

I don't know who they are.
I swear.

Okay, look, Jaime...

I'm gonna
make some calls.

If we've got
multiple shooters,

maybe we can match the weapons
to some other crime.

Come on. Sit back down.

Why did you shoot him
in the mouth?

Hey.

I really need you to explain
that part to me, okay?

I don't know. Maybe Brodsky's
freaky or something.

Are you telling me that you were
just following orders?

Okay.

Did anyone overhear Brodsky
tell you to shoot Ari Rose?

No.

He e-mailed me.

Check. You'll see --
an e-mail from his account.

He said he wanted to meet me
the next day

near the courthouse
for lunch,

only he didn't show.

I owed Brodsky.

He got me off
a couple bad narc charges.

I didn't want
to keep him waiting.

The waiter tells me
that he couldn't make it,

but he sent a messenger
with an envelope,

and in it
was a typed note.

It said, "Some people
shoot their mouths off.

Shoot them in theirs."

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

What the hell is going on?
Sosa didn't do this.

How many bad guys are out here
shooting people in the mouth?

Well, Brodsky's
the only explanation.

You said he's got
markers on people?

I say this is him
calling in favors.

I mean, who else
has this kind of reach?

We should bring him in.

Slow down, okay?
Just --

Sorry, sir.

I'm gonna ask you
to wait out here.

It's my house.
Please.

Hey, w-where's my wife?
Where's Lourdes?

Hey, baby!

Look, my wife --

Sir...
Dr. Morales...

What --
what's going on?

I'm sorry.

We need to speak with you
for a few minutes.

No.

No, no, no.

Lourdes! Lourdes!

No! No! No! No!

Lourdes!

Your neighbors heard the shots,

and they called 911.

Look, if you're up to it,

we would like to ask you
some questions.

E-everyone loved her.
She was...

How long
were you together?

Uh...

Well, five years ago, out of the
blue, she came into my office.

She was
a pharmaceutical rep.

And a year later,
we were married.

She worked
out of the house?

No, she hadn't --
she hadn't worked in years.

Um...

Three years ago, after dinner
with a client, she, uh...

...She saw a woman
getting mugged.

And, uh, after that,
she -- she couldn't sleep.

She, uh -- she was too scared
to go out at night.

Her sales figures dropped,
and the company let her go.

Had she spoken

with Archie Bream,
Paula Perry, or Ari Rose?

No. I don't know
these people.

Well, is there anyone
that you can think of that --

No. I told you,
everyone loved her.

She didn't --
she didn't have enemies.

Well, if you do
think of anything,

uh, please give us a call.

All right?

It's all luck,
isn't it?

If she hadn't
been in that parking lot,

if she hadn't
become scared,

then she wouldn't have been
home today, and...

And none of this
would have happened.

I'm so sorry.

Hey...

You know the parking lot
where she was mugged?

Where was that?

I don't know. Downtown.
What difference does it make?

This is the connection
that we've been looking for.

This new victim,
Lourdes Morales --

she witnessed a mugging

in a downtown parking lot
three years ago.

Guess who worked there
as an attendant.

Archie Bream, victim number 2.
The mugging was crazy brutal.

The victim was this 26-year-old
woman named Beth Fowler.

She survived, but barely.

Yeah. The D.A. confirmed that
all of the shooting victims --

Lourdes Morales, Archie Bream,
Paula Perry, even Ari Rose --

testified
against the mugger.

So, they convicted him?

Yeah, this junkie
named Jack Markham.

It may even explain
the M.O., because, to Markham,

all the people
who testified against him --

well, they all
shot their mouths off.

So he shot back.
That's very poetic.

Please tell me
Brodsky was his lawyer.

Mm. Well,
I wish it was that easy.

Are you saying that Sosa
lied to us about Brodsky?

No, Sosa really did
get the e-mail from Brodsky,

but he never saw
or talked to him directly.

Brodsky's too smart for that.
So, this is Markham?

Yep. He's doing seven at CSP
for assault and robbery.

There's only one witness
from the Markham trial left.

It's Thomas Fowler.

He was the husband
of the woman who was mugged.

He wasn't there
when she was assaulted,

but he did testify
against Markham.

Chances are he's the last one
on Markham's bucket list.

Take Buerge
and bring Fowler in.

The least we can do
is protect the poor bastard.

Okay.

Yeah, I'll go
and talk to Markham--

see if we can connect him
to Brodsky.

Okay.
Oh, take Van Stone with you.

Hey, you know, that guy Cummings
is still around.

Is it okay
if I take him instead?

This case seems, uh, you know,
pretty important to him.

Whatever floats your boat.

I appreciate you
bringing me out here for this.

Oh, well, you brought us
Archie Bream,

so you deserve
to be here.

Thanks.

Hey, I heard about
your run-in

with the captain
in North Hollywood --

put you behind a desk
for a year.

That's pretty rough.

That was a long time ago.

Dulcett told me that you've been
divorced for a couple years.

Oh, she -- she --

oh, uh, yeah.

Um, I have two boys.

Uh, you know what?
When Markham comes in --

You'll do the talking.

Yeah.

Fine.
Great.

All right.
All right.

- But how can he do that?
- Jack Markham's in prison.

We have detectives
working on that, Mr. Fowler.

In the meantime,
we need to move you

someplace where you'll be safe.
No.

We'll contact your employer

if that's
what you're worried about.

I consult. I do I.T. work.
It's not that.

I can't leave my wife.

I have to
take care of her.

Do you know
what Markham did to her?

Yes, sir.
We read the court transcripts.

Beth gave him her purse.

He still
knocked her to the ground,

and kicked her in the head,
over and over.

And she's been unconscious
ever since.

There's nothing
anyone can do to me now.

I'm...

I'm not leaving my wife.

Mr. Markham.

Jack. We're not exactly formal
around here.

I'm Detective Sheppard.
This is Detective Cummings.

We want to talk to you
about Beth Fowler.

I feel terrible about her.

Look, I was a drug addict
back then.

All I cared about
was how to get my next fix.

That's an explanation.
It's not an excuse.

If there's any way
I can make amends

for what I did
to Beth Fowler...

Tell me how.

Well, maybe you can.

We're a little confused
about something.

All the people who testified
against you at your trial --

Lourdes Morales, Ari Rose,
Archie Bream, Paula Perry --

they've all
turned up dead.

Well, I've got a pretty good
alibi, if you haven't noticed.

You're the only one
who connects all four murders.

Well, the truth is...

I mean, I'm actually grateful
for those people.

I mean, if they didn't
testify against me,

I never would have got
clean and sober.

I may have never found
the lord.

You don't happen to be up for
parole anytime soon, are you?

Next year.

It amazes me how the good lord
pops in on every caged con

five or six months
before his parole hearing.

Hey, detective...

You're not a believer.

Oh, it's not
about me believing.

This is about you
pretending to find God.

Sit down
and cut the crap, okay?

What's your connection
to Allen Brodsky?

I'll pray for your soul,
detective.

I'm also gonna pray for the
souls of those four dead people.

Guard.

Ahh.

That's great.
That's great.

The only reason that we
came all the way out here

was to connect
Markham to Brodsky,

and you just
pissed it all away.

Look, I couldn't just sit there
and listen to his crap

while the people who put him
away are getting knocked off.

You don't go at people
like that, all right?

You ask questions
and you listen,

and if you listen
carefully enough,

you might just hear
the truth.

People like Markham
are animals, okay?

They lie and they cheat,
but they don't change.

You know what?

We'll never know
if Mr. Markham changed

because of the little stunt
you just pulled in there.

Hang on.

Cummings.

Yeah.

Okay, f-find out
who his lawyer is.

Okay. Thanks, brother.

You're not
gonna believe this.

When Sosa told you
he only popped Ari Rose, okay,

I started wondering about the
weapons used in the other murders.

I made some calls.
That was a buddy from Rampart.

They picked up a guy in
robbery -- Jacob Fishman, okay?

Turns out Fishman's .38

matches the one
used to kill Archie Bream.

Tell me he confessed.

No. He lawred up.
Guess who.

Allen Brodsky.

I don't know Leo. Sometime
between late and very late.

No, no. You -- you have
your own bed, okay?

Yeah. All right.
I love you, honey.

Okay. Bye-bye.

One of your boys?

Yeah.

So, he's here.
Brodsky's here.

Oh, okay, great.
You know what?

Why don't you take the lead?
I mean, it is your collar.

No, you do it, and this time
I'll keep my mouth shut.

Okay. I was sort of starting to
wonder if that's even possible.

Look, just take the compliment.
You're a good cop.

Oh. Well
Thanks.

Uh...

Hey, is it okay
if we use the conference room

instead of
the interrogation room?

- For what?
- Thanks.

Mr. Brodsky,
you're here for Jacob Fishman?

It appears my clients
are popular up here today.

Tell you what --

why don't I find you someplace
more comfortable to wait?

This is fine.

No, no. Come on.

I'll, uh --
I'll find you a desk.

I appreciate it.

The lieutenant
should work on his game face.

Well,
that is his game face.

Illustrating my point.

Please,
make yourself at home.

Can you get the...

Can I get you a cup of coffee
or a glass of water?

Oh, I'm fine.

You're not fooling anyone,
detective.

I didn't know
that I was trying to.

You think I have something to do
with the Ari Rose murder.

- Oh, cards on the table?
- Only way we can play the game.

We have
four related murders,

and you're connected
to two of them.

Jaime Sosa
is no longer a client.

Yes, but he was,

and Mr. Sosa recently confessed
to killing Ari Rose.

Mr. Sosa is a moron.

Well, what do you think?

You think Jacob Fishman
will tell a similar story?

Eh, I couldn't say.
He's a bigger moron.

Do I need my lawyer?

Well, that depends.

You see, my colleagues
look at this murder board,

and they see your fingerprints
all over it.

I mean, if we took a vote
out there right now,

I think
it would be unanimous.

You are knee-deep in a conspiracy
to commit four murders.

Ooh. And in here?

Well, it's more like 50/50.

See, I don't see any motive,
and I like motive.

You, I like.

Well, then,
tell me something, okay?

Why does a smart man
like you

represent drug dealers
and mobsters and murderers?

I mean,
at a certain point,

there's more to life than
power and money, isn't there?

Both are nice, and the reason
I like defending murderers

is because there's always
one less witness.

Oh, come on. Really?!

I spend my days keeping mobsters
and murderers out of prison.

You spend your days
trying to put them in jail.

Bad guys, good guys,
black hats, white hats --

it's how you tell
the story.

You watch "The Godfather,"
you root for the Corleones.

You watch "The Untouchables,"
you root for the Feds.

It's all about
perspective.

I see a witness.

The victim sees...

Sheppard.

Markham didn't kill
the witnesses

for what they did.

Fowler is killing them
for what they didn't do.

Welcome to my world.

Mr. Fowler?
I'm Detective Sheppard.

It was better when I could
take care of her at home.

When did you
move her here?

A couple of months ago.

I just...

couldn't anymore.

Well...
It's a lot for anyone.

One of the things I loved about
Beth was that she was strong.

She loved the outdoors.
We both did.

Camping and hiking.

And then to see a woman
who was so strong

not even be able to breathe
without a machine...

It's not fair.

Life's not fair.

People let you down.

When I was a kid,
we had a fire at our house.

It was just me and my brother
there alone.

Uh, I remember...

We were, you know, running
around, trying to get out,

and at one point,
I went by the window,

and I looked out,

and I could see
our neighbors,

and they weren't...
doing anything.

They were just...

standing there, watching.

Look, I am not trying to compare
my situation to your --

No, it's okay.

They just...

Stood there and watched?

Yeah.

It took me a long time
to understand

that they were, you know --
they were scared, too,

and they didn't know
what to do.

You know, don't you?

Yeah.

I knew it was
just a matter of time.

How did you
get to Allen Brodsky?

I did I.T. work
for his firm.

I had access
to computers and files

and saw what he was,
who he represented.

Why not make it
someone who deserved it?

He confessed.
He gave up all the shooters.

Hang on, 'Chelle.

Detective Cummings first I.D.'d
the pattern to the murders,

so this should be
your collar.

That's a generous offer,
but this belongs to RHD.

I'm good with that.

Okay. All right.

Thanks.

Yeah. Yeah.

Um, hey, listen, I, uh --

I think that you're a really
good cop, too, you know, and --

and if you ever need
anything...

- Well, there is something.
- Shoot.

If you're ever thirsty,

I'd love to, you know,
get you a drink...

Or two.

Oh, uh...

...You know,
in all honesty,

I don't think
I'm really ready to...

Be thirsty yet, but...

All right.

I'd like to keep this,
if that's okay with you.

Yeah.

♪ Hey ♪

♪ all right, mmm ♪

♪ no, no ♪

♪ no, no, no, no, no, no ♪

♪ wouldn't it be nice ♪

♪ if we could just
take some time ♪

♪ whoa, whoa,
and drift away, yeah ♪

♪ ooh, wouldn't it be good ♪

♪ to slow down this race... ♪

May I?

Do I have a choice?

You disappoint, Felix.

I expected
something more piquant

from a paragon of prolixity
like you.

Looks like somebody
got up to the p's

in the "Word
of the month" club.

Now, that's more like it.
Do you ever smile?

I'm smiling right now.

Yikes.

Vodka Martini, straight up,
glass extremely cold.

Yes -- three olives.

And another one of those
for my convivial colleague.

You know, there are a lot
of cops in this bar, Brodsky,

and there's nothing
I'd enjoy more

than having you arrested
for attempted bribery.

Bribery? Please.

Since the beginning of time,

the winners buy the losers
post-game drinks.

That's why God created
the 19th hole.

Check your scorecard, pal.
I didn't lose.

A man behind four murders
is in a cage for good.

But, alas, I'm not
in the cage beside him.

Not yet, my friend.

Freddie.

Make it a double, yeah?

Attaboy.
Let me ask you something.

That detective --
the pretty one with the hair?

Sheppard.

I think we got off
on the wrong foot.

Did she
hurt your feelings?

Prick me, do I not bleed?

Well, you know...

It could be
she doesn't like

the way you
choose to make a buck.

Maybe she doesn't like the way
you look or the way you talk.

But push comes to shove,

I got to go with
she flat-out doesn't like you.

So, I've got a shot?

♪ When the sky is falling
from above you ♪

Hey! You're still up?

Yeah, I didn't get as much done
today as I'd hoped.

But it was a fun day?

Yeah.

Really good.

With Nora?

What, is that a problem?

Well, that depends
on what you're doing with her.

I'm not sure
that's any of your business.

Well, it kind of is.

Look, just because you've
bottled up that part of your life

doesn't mean I can't date
and have a good time.

This is not about
me bottling up my life.

This is about
Nora being our babysitter.

Yeah, well, she's also a smart,
beautiful, and terrific person.

All right. You know what, Davey?

You can do whatever you want,
all right?

Y-y-you could sleep
with Leo's math teacher.

You could sleep
with the boys' pediatrician.

You could sleep
with the entire PTA.

I mean, these people
can be replaced.

But, please,
I'm begging you,

do not sleep with
my smart, reliable babysitter.

Okay.

♪ I will be the one
who loves you the most ♪

♪ Hey, you will be the one
who loves you ♪

Sheppard.

♪ The most ♪

No, I'm still not thirsty.

Uh, no, not yet.

Yeah, I'm pretty sure.

All right, I'll let you know.

All right, good night.