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are about to see

was inspired by
actual events.

The names have been changed
to protect the innocent.

*

It was Sunday.

It was a perfect day
in the West Valley,

the farthest reaches
of Los Angeles.

Spotless streets,
glistening lawns.

You could almost think
it was the 1950s.

The call came into
Robbery-Homicide at 11:30.

Female, Caucasian.

Dead from trauma
to the head.

I drove out to
meet my partner

in the West Valley.

Out here, it used to
be cattle ranches,

walnut groves.

Now, you blink, a new
subdivision appears.

Clean, welcoming.

They take us back
to when we believe

the world was
a simple place.

One thing, of course,
had changed since then.

The crime rate.

My name's Friday.

I'm a cop.

Detective Friday,
I'm Denise Beltran.

Uh, West Valley, right?

You look familiar.

I just got
transferred to RHD.

Captain tried to
call your partner,

Detective Smith, but
apparently he's out of town.

He must've left in a hurry.

Our victim's Lisa Paris, 26.

Front door was open.

Her fiancé found her.

- He's out back.
- Neighbors?

They did a perimeter search.

All the houses are empty.

Any sign of forced entry?

It's clean.

Apparently, she
just moved in.

Too bad she didn't get
a chance to enjoy it.

She fell down, hit her head
on the edge of the table.

Struggle, rape?

No obvious signs of rape.

Fight, maybe.

Facial contusions
could be from the fall.

In other words, either
she fell by herself

or someone knocked her down?

All I can give you
is what I know.

The foam on the lips, that's
purged from an overdose.

- Probably barbiturates.
- I see that, thanks.

This ring might
rule out robbery.

If it's real, it's
worth five grand.

Time of death, five
hours, six at most.

4:00 a.m., check
for sexual activity.

Female victims, I usually
start with the clothes.

Frank, this is
Joe, where are ya?

Call me back when you
get this, will ya?

What's up with
the new partner?

Not new, temporary.

Three file boxes.

The victim had
one file out,

money market account worth
a quarter million bucks.

240 grand, what's she doing
looking at bank accounts?

Now get muds on her phone,
get these boxes downtown.

No obvious signs
of body fluid.

She had 240 grand
in the bank.

Good for her.

Probably was alone
not expecting anyone,

definitely not male company.

Why do you think that?

Owned some fine lingerie,
but she was wearing flannel.

I'd say she planned
a night on her own.

Someone wakes her up,
she opens the door,

she knew him.

The fiancé?

Yeah, Michael Byrne.

Hey, we got a pill box.

Champagne in the fridge,

Dom Pérignon, quarter
empty and still bubbly.

Alcohol and barbiturates.

Accidental overdose, suicide.

Diamond engagement ring,
quarter million in the bank.

Under those circumstances,

most people want
to stick around.

Money doesn't buy happiness.

I got here around 9:00,

I was picking her up
for a friend's wedding.

Lisa and I were getting
married next month.

You and Lisa weren't
living together?

No, no, she bought
the house last year

from pictures before
they even broke ground,

before I even proposed.

This morning, you
found the door open.

Yeah, and that's not
Lisa, she was careful.

When was the last time you
saw her or talked to her?

Last night around 8:00.

I called from the car on my
way to the bachelor party.

Lisa said that she was
going to bed and, um...

...she'd see me
in the morning.

Can I call her dad now?

Ted Paris stared at
his daughter's body.

Like most men, he
tried not to cry.

He kept his pain inside.

I thought I could
take anything.

Can you think of anyone
who might have visited

Lisa last night?

No, no one.

What can you tell us
about her friends?

She, uh, she didn't
have a lot of friends.

When she was consulting,
she said it was hard

to socialize with clients.

Michael?

Some friends from college,
sir, but no one here.

You know Lisa, she worked
hard, kept to herself.

There seems to
be some evidence

that she took a
prescription drug

along with a substantial
amount of alcohol.

I don't understand, Lisa
never used drugs ever.

Are you saying she
did this on purpose,

that she killed herself?

We're saying right
now, we don't know.

Excuse me.

You asked about
sexual activity.

Her fiancé said he didn't
sleep with her last night.

- Did you find semen?
- Something else,

and something odd
in the spectro.

Residue from two
different types

of latex and polyurethane.

Well, latex would
be the condoms,

what's the polyurethane?

It's used in condoms for
men with a latex allergy.

Any other explanation?

Not that I can think
of, unless the same man

was wearing three
different condoms,

and that's not likely.

So she slept with
three different men

on the same night.

*

*

*

They haven't given
any prognosis.

Well, that's how it is
with doctors, you know,

professional caution.

Just stay and deal
with it, that's all.

I'll worry about
things around here.

All right, Frank, just take
it day-by-day, all right?

Now take it easy.

Okay, bye.

My partner's father, stroke.

I'm sorry to hear that.

What'd they find in
the boxes at her house?

What do you think
the house cost?

Around $400,000.

$365,000, how much do
you think she put down?

The way you say it,
I'm guessing a lot.

No down payment, all cash.

Tax returns tell us
where she got it?

Well, there are
no tax returns,

it's the one thing
that's missing.

26 years old with 600 grand.

Not many women her age

make that kind of
money on their feet.

The thought occurred to me--

Go ahead, use Frank's desk.

So, a prostitute?

Working high-end John's?

Maybe, I buy the
father doesn't know.

He lives down
in El Segundo,

she could hide it,
but the fiancé--

A man can get married

and not know his
fiancée's a hooker.

If you say so.

Tough questions to
ask that young man.

I'm leaving that to you.

I'll take the tougher
ones to the father.

We've got hundreds of these.

This is my favorite.

When her mother was alive,
she looked just like her.

She was a lovely girl, Ted.

Dad, I put a sign on
the back door too.

Yeah, uh, we have to go
down to the funeral home,

what else can I tell ya?

Lisa seemed to be
doing well financially.

She was consulting.

Office management, she--

She also did a lot
of lousy temp jobs.

She took what she learned and
made something good of it.

Why were they so restless?

What was their hurry?

I thought maybe Ted Paris

was being strong
for his daughter.

That's what fathers did,
protect their children.

Especially when they
only have one left.

Army brats.

You know, like mine,
they move around a lot,

they learn a lot
of survival skills.

Did you ever
discuss her income?

Well, she wanted to have
a down payment on a house.

I offered to help, she
said she had it covered.

I was real proud of her.

Look, we really got to go.

I locked the gate,
I'll open it for you.

Is, um, something wrong?

How do you mean?

Why are you asking
about Lisa's money?

Just trying to get a
picture of her life.

She was a really
good person.

You should know that,
she really was.

College in Portland.

I wanted to get married the
day we graduated, but Lisa,

she said she wanted...

I don't know
what she wanted.

She said she had
to find herself.

She wanted her freedom.

You know, when girls
talk about freedom,

it can mean an interest
in someone else.

Not with Lisa, no.

It was all about her career.

About a year
and a half ago,

she called out
of the blue.

We started talking, emailing.

And I got a job
transfer here.

Tell me what you
know about her work.

Consulting.

She built the
business herself.

There was something about Lisa.

People trusted her.

This may sound strange.

Just to confirm
our toxicology,

what did you and Lisa
use for birth control?

She was on the pill,
why would that matter?

It's just for the record.

But what kind of record?

Is there something
you know about her

you're not telling me?

Clean, the place
was spotless.

Someone had to
walk on the carpet.

They didn't leave
anything behind.

Pill box, champagne bottle,

they found the
cork in the garbage.

All of them,
her prints only.

Well, that would mean
she opened it herself

and took the pills.

You think she had
company who wore gloves?

Well, what about fibers?

The flannel pajamas.

Four red wool fibers,

they found a flannel
shirt in her drawer.

Anyone who cleans up that
good can come by my place.

Unless no one
else was there.

There's something
I'm not getting here.

Ted Paris said his daughter
had a down payment covered.

Think he knew
she paid cash?

There's a lot he didn't
know about his daughter.

Or he knew and didn't
want us to know.

8:00 p.m., telephone call
to Lisa Paris' house

from a cell phone.

The fiancé on the way
to his bachelor party.

3:00 a.m., an hour
before she died,

she calls the
fiancé's cell phone,

five second call.

She wants to know
if the stripper

comes out of a cake.

I don't know but it went
straight to voicemail.

Shouldn't that have
said "missed call"?

Did he return it?

Never.

She calls her
fiancé at 3:00 a.m.,

he never returns the call.

The way he dotes on her--

We put a fast-track
subpoena into the IRS

for the tax returns.

I'll have them by
the end of the day.

And there's this, she
had a safe deposit box.

I got a court
order to open it.

Short-form last
will and testament.

The kind you buy at
a stationery store.

- Good?
- Sole beneficiary,

the fiancé, Michael Byrne.

Are you aware you were the
beneficiary of her will?

I didn't know that, no.

What does this have to do
with what happened to Lisa?

You said you last spoke
to her around 8:00 p.m.

Yeah, that's right.

She called your
cell phone at 3:00 a.m.

You didn't call her back.

*

Michael, you seem
like a bright guy,

and it seems you
really loved her.

Aren't you wondering what
these questions are about?

Look, I've been really
messed up with this.

Your fiancée calls
at 3:00 a.m.,

she's dead an hour later.

Why didn't you tell us?

She didn't leave a message.

The bachelor party,
when did you leave?

Between 12:30 and 1:00,
I went straight home.

I can--I can't
believe this.

I can't believe
you think--

The groom's name?

Michael Byrne had
left out way too much.

Whatever people say, you
listen for something else.

What they leave out.

We called ahead to
the man who had thrown

his own bachelor party.

His new bride
was expecting us.

It was horrifying.

I mean, when we found out

why he never showed
up at the church.

How well did
you know Lisa?

We'd only met her once.

I liked her right away.

She was so... stylish.

Funny, I sort of envied her.

Now this.

So you weren't around for
this bachelor party thing?

I put the food
out and then left.

Why are you
asking about that?

We have to establish
where everyone was.

I have to tell you,
Michael loved Lisa.

He, like, worshiped her.

When do you expect
your husband back?

Late tonight.

We'd appreciate it if
you'd have your husband

give us a call.

Thank you.

She was protecting her
friend, but from what?

Michael Byrne was
evasive but that was all.

I didn't believe
he'd kill for money.

Didn't make sense.

You know what
does make sense,

if he killed her,
he had to call it in

because if he doesn't show
to pick her up that morning,

he looks guilty.

But it still doesn't
give us motive.

Friday.

One client?

Where?

Thanks.

Lisa Paris' tax returns.

Her income from her
consulting services

all came from one place,

Nash Ellis Holdings,
Chatsworth.

*

- Can I help you?
- LAPD, Detective Friday,

this is Detective Beltran.

We're looking for anyone
who hired a Lisa Paris.

There's no Lisa Paris here.

I'll get Mr. Nash,
you can wait outside.

We won't.

*

I'll get Mr. Nash.

So that's how she makes
six figures consulting.

Nash Ellis Holdings.

A fancy name for a
company making this.

Judging from the
number of titles,

they were practically
cornering the market.

Jayci Roberts,
look familiar?

Without the wig and
makeup, Lisa Paris.

A porn star.

*

We didn't hurt anyone.

Cigarettes and
liquor kill people.

No one ever masturbated
themselves to death.

Joey Nash, porn king.

With a wall
full of awards

from the adult
film industry.

Just an ordinary
guy from Encino

making garbage
for a living.

We run a legitimate business,

we service a
legitimate need.

You wouldn't be surprised

to run into him at
the country club.

Didn't bother
him what he did.

Probably didn't bother
his friends either.

It was profitable,
it was legal.

What we thought
didn't matter either.

Unless, of course,

it had something to do
with Lisa Paris' death.

Lisa started as
an office temp,

she wanted to
make more money.

So you bump her up to
Jayci Roberts, porn star?

Oh, no one ever forced
her into anything.

She was a typical
army brat, you know?

Lost, never felt
like she belonged.

She saw the money that
our top players got

and she wanted it.

Made a name, got a
piece of her films,

everybody won.

- And that was worth?
- Last year?

Around $300,000.

How much did you make?

More, with a lot more risk.

And in what business
is that any different?

Where were you both
Saturday night?

I was home with
the wife and kids.

We played charades

and the dinner
guests left at 2:00.

San Francisco,
you want tickets?

Was Lisa here yesterday?

Her last day.

She was quitting.

We wished her well.

We'd all had a good run.

Last people who
saw Lisa here.

I think she said her
goodbyes on the set.

Satin sheets, they
show better on camera.

These things are a fortune.

Unlike the whips and chains?

Well, that stuff's reusable.

Satins, use 'em a
day, throw 'em away.

Saturday... we shot,
like, 30 sex acts

between 3:00 and 9:00.

Okay, if I remember
right, Jayci--

Her name was Lisa.

Not around here.

Jayci.

She was pretty
firm on that.

Uh, let's see.

She did Neils and Benji in
a three way in Studio One.

They left for the day.

Then we shot
her with Jill,

about an hour
later in here.

Jill, Jill's a woman.

It's a weird business,
but, yeah, we don't have

any men named Jill.

Yeah, we use a strap-on,
you know, plastic.

Polyurethane.

Yeah, it's a
John Holmes model,

actually, it's in the
prop room if you need it.

We might.

I never got
that whole thing.

But I guess there are
just some guys out there

who like to watch women
pretend to be men.

Hey, it's a living.

So you were
Lisa's final scene?

Yeah.

God, it's hard to believe.

Word I hear is suicide.

That make sense to you?

No.

I mean, she left
in great spirits.

She retired her
wig, gave it to me.

I gave her this
bottle of Dom Pérignon

I got from some fan.

Hell, we had a good
laugh about it.

She seemed happy
when she left?

Yeah, thrilled.

I mean, glad to
be getting out.

I mean, this guy,
Michael, the house--

So she was alone at
the end of the night?

She said she was gonna
go put the Dom on ice,

maybe make mimosas
for breakfast.

She and Michael were
going to a wedding.

Look, if you want to
see the scene we did,

they're cutting it now,
but if you don't have

any more questions,

the kids are
with the sitter

and I gotta get home.

I'm telling you,
it's suicide.

I don't know what
else to call it.

Is it possible
someone hit her?

There are no hand
or finger marks.

Maybe someone forced her
to take the Phenobarbital.

There's powder residue from
the pills on the right hand,

which would say she
took them herself.

You're saying she took
the pills and passed out.

People are upset,
they're not thinking.

We know she wasn't
upset, Dr. Shaw.

I see this every day.

Alcohol, drugs, head wound,

they're all
contributing factors,

Now I'll keep the record
open undetermined,

but I'd say a suicide,
accidental or otherwise.

I'll buy suicide.

Accidental, intentional,
I'll accept it.

Then what's the problem?

The fiancé.

She called him at
3:00 in the morning,

why didn't he
call her back?

You're gonna press a
homicide based on that?

Her life was okay.

She had champagne,
ready to celebrate.

Why down it with barbiturates?

When you figure out why
people kill themselves,

I'll get you a job
on the hotline.

What do we tell
the father?

Everything.

Including how she
made her money?

We don't keep secrets
from the family.

And give him the
coroner's opinion.

Case closed.

You ever wonder how many?

How many like her come
here with these dreams?

Yeah.

So, end of case?

- File it?
- No.

I'll hang on
to it awhile,

I'll break it to
Ted Paris tomorrow.

You know, families
never get over it.

My cousin didn't
make med school.

Depression, left a
note and everything.

Family still calls
it an accident.

Years ago, a friend of
mine drove out to a garage

in the middle of nowhere.

Closed the door.

Turned on the ignition.

Why'd he do it?

She.

I don't know why.

*

Hey, you guys interview
a Joseph Nash?

*

Porn king.

Devonshire Division
just called.

They found your
card on his desk.

Why would they
be investigating?

Shot in the back
of the head.

Medium caliber.

...9 millimeter,
maybe a .38.

TOD, two to
three hours ago.

Hmm, a cigar
in the wrapper.

I've never done an O.C. case,
is this a mob signature?

Like no mob
I've ever seen,

so to get the
hands that way,

someone had to lean
him on the car,

and come inside.

Close the sunroof.

No blood in the car.

Steering wheel's been wiped.

Every inch of this
car, cover it.

Gotta be something.

Here comes organized
crime--hey, Gomez!

This has to be
connected to Lisa Paris.

And that comes from?

It's a feeling,
don't you feel it?

Joe?

Where's Frank?

Sacramento,
his dad's sick.

This is Detective
Denise Beltran.

Sure, I've seen you around.

Can you tell us anything
about Joseph Nash?

Joey Nash, all I
know, last two years,

Japanese mobs
have been after him,

wanted a cut of
his business.

I thought the Japanese had a
cut of every porno business.

Apparently not his.

IRS, FBI, Sheriff's Department,

we've all looked at
Nash, man, he's clean.

Him and his partner.

Kevin Ellis.

Come here, let me
show you something.

*

Cigar jammed in the mouth,
now is that a mob signature?

Not one I've
heard of, Joe.

All right, thanks.

Can we get copies of
your files on Joey Nash?

Tomorrow.

Do you buy the mob here?

I'm curious about
what his partner says.

Mr. Ellis, if you have any
idea who killed Mr. Nash,

if I were you, I
would not hold back.

He had a partner before me.

They split, it wasn't friendly.

Actually, Lisa started
here with them.

Who was the partner?

Andy Furnell, uh, Andrea.

I mean, I like her,

but Joey screwed her
out of some money.

Joey screwed me,
I screwed him,

and he deserved it.

You sound like
you're still angry.

Oh, no.

Me, kill him?

Do I look mobbed up?

I'm retired, doing just fine.

Do I need an alibi?

- Last night.
- Oh brother.

The Valley Women's Clinic
getting my T-cells checked.

Then counseling a girl
who just found out

she'd spend her life
doing the same thing.

I'm sorry.

So Joey screwed me.

That's how.

He was HIV positive?

Not him, please.

But Lisa Paris
wasn't the only life

he left in his wake.

There've been dozens.

When I started, he said,

audiences didn't
want to watch condoms.

When you're 24, doing coke,
making 200 plus a year,

you think you're invincible.

Do you think Lisa and
Joey's death are connected?

Lisa doesn't just
commit suicide.

What was Lisa and
Joey's relationship?

For her, it was only
about the money.

She wanted this, then out.

The whole time she worried
about people finding out.

When Michael came
back into her life,

the girl was terrified.

All she could say was,

"What the hell would
he do if he knew?

What in God's name
would Michael do?"

*

You should've
told me the truth.

What truth would
that be, Ted?

A reporter from The Times
came to the house,

said there was a murder
out in the valley,

a man who made porn films.

That's correct.

She said you were
investigating

a connection to
this man and Lisa?

Don't spare my feelings,
what was the connection?

Ted, your daughter was
making movies for Joey Nash.

That's where her
money came from.

She went out of her
way to hide it from ya.

From everyone.

Ted, this isn't your fault.

Does Michael know?

If he does, he
hasn't told us.

Oh, he's just a kid
from the sticks.

We have the autopsy report,

the coroner's ruling
Lisa's death undetermined.

Thinks it might be an
accidental overdose.

I'd like to see the report.

We'll get you a copy.

You just want your
kids to be happy.

If not happy,
at least safe.

Lisa, she didn't even
like me having Playboy

in the house, said it
made a bad impression.

She did not kill herself.

Not Lisa, this--

This pornographer, he
must have killed her.

There's no evidence of that.

I swear.

I'd kill him myself he
wasn't already dead.

Gotta say, Ted's feelings
aren't far from my own.

Did you ever get a case
where you like the suspect

better than the victim?

Joey Nash's car, no prints

Had to open the door.

He had to turn
the ignition,

someone had to
operate the sunroof.

We combed it
bumper-to-bumper.

Dirt, fiber, nothing?

Parking lot, too.

The guy knew what
he was doing.

Thanks, Mark.

Doesn't this have hired
professional all over it?

Even a high-end hitman
isn't this good a pro.

It just doesn't
feel like mob.

Yeah, but not some
amateur like Ted Paris.

Come on, you saw him,

he didn't know what
his daughter was doing.

And the fiancé, Michael,

he didn't even know
who Joey Nash was.

What about the friend,

the one that had
the bachelor party?

What could he tell us?

We gave his wife a card,

asked if he'd
give us a call,

thirty-six hours,
he never did.

If Michael Byrne
pulled off this hit,

I may be in the
wrong business.

Come on.

- Where are we going?
- One more stop

might reaffirm
your career choice.

I forgot to tell
him to call you.

The night of the
bachelor party,

how late was Michael here?

You're wrong, you know?

Whatever you're
thinking about Michael,

he didn't do anything.

We're trying to make
sense of your behavior.

Most people we pay a visit,
they want to help us.

- The night of the party...
- The night Lisa died.

It was the usual.

Booze, strippers.

But there was
this porn tape.

My brother brought it.

When it came on, Michael--

I thought he was gonna
have a heart attack,

he ran out of the
room, threw up.

And, you know,
I thought then

maybe he had
too much booze,

but the guys said
he hadn't had much.

He just left.

Do you remember what
this porn video was?

My brother, he actually
buys the stuff.

It was some... girl
he really likes.

Jayci Roberts?

Does that mean something?

So last night, what
time did he leave?

8:30?

He was going to meet
Ted Paris for a drink.

You lied about
the phone call,

you lied about Joey Nash.

You knew what Lisa was doing,
you saw her on that video.

If you killed Mr. Nash,

a jury could be
made to understand.

They understand
crimes of passion.

I didn't kill anyone.

I--I did it to protect her.

You did what, Michael?

Look, I wanted
to help you guys,

I really did, all right,

but helping you
meant hurting her--

Explain that for us.

I left the party, I went
straight to Lisa's house.

I confronted her,
I broke it off,

the engagement.

I said some things to
hurt her, and I left.

Go any place
people saw you?

The Coronet on La Cienega.

I sat at the bar
till they closed,

then over to Norm's 24-Hour.

That's where I didn't
answer her call.

Went home at dawn and
changed for the wedding.

To go alone?

Hell yeah, to
go without her,

I never wanted
to see her again.

On the way over, I thought
about the engagement ring,

how I wanted it back.

It was my mother's, I didn't
want it on Lisa's hand.

The door was open.

I guess she wanted to be
found, and when I went in...

She, uh, she was
already cold.

I knew it would
kill her father,

it would kill him.

If he knew.

What exactly did you do?

I searched for anything
that could expose her.

I found her tax returns,
threw 'em in the car

and called 911.

Three years.

Hundreds of men.

Women, too.

And for what?

*

Why would she think
she had to do that?

Last night, after you
left Danny and Kim's,

where did you go?

I met Lisa's
dad for a drink.

The Pinnacle on Ventura.

What time?

9:00.

9:30.

I didn't kill Joey Nash.

I swear.

*

It was starting to unravel.

I was convinced now of what
I'd suspected all along.

Lisa Paris could
not have kept

her secret from everyone.

Who else had stumbled
on to the truth?

Who else was aware of the
unexpected turn in her life?

I thought you'd
ask eventually.

You always knew?

Not always.

Last Christmas, I--

I was at her apartment.

We were doing her tree.

This pile of junk
in the closet,

I saw a tape.

I recognized her.

I didn't tell her,

I pretended I never saw it.

You told your father?

Are you crazy?

No.

I just wondered why.

Back in high school,
she was fat.

Couldn't get a date.

She lost the weight and
they were all after her.

She told me they didn't
want her, just sex.

She told me she
didn't even like sex.

Jennifer, where's your dad?

He hasn't been in today.

Yesterday, what
time did he leave?

He had a drink
with Michael.

Jennifer, I said,
"when," not where.

He told me he was
going to meet Michael.

He left around 7:00.

Yeah, he's a regular.

He was here when
this man came in?

No, I don't know what
time Ted came in.

The kid sat over there
for a while by himself,

I remember that.

How long?

Uh, could've
been ten minutes,

could've been an hour,
I was busy pouring drinks.

When did you notice Ted?

I went over to offer
my condolences,

it was after my break,
so, had to be after 11:00.

Is there another way in?

Yeah, the back, but
everybody uses the front,

they're afraid of the alley.

So if he used the back door,
you wouldn't have seen him.

No, I was busy, I mean, if
he doesn't stop at the bar,

I wouldn't see anybody

if they drove a Harley
through the window.

Only one piece doesn't
fit, the rest is perfect.

Joey Nash was killed
around 10:00 p.m.

Or as early as 9:30.

Ted leaves his house,
takes care of Joey.

And he sneaks in the
back of a crowded bar

so no one knows
when he gets there.

Motive makes
an opportunity.

But the motive's
a day too late.

He didn't know
about the porn,

he never heard
of Joey Nash.

Friday.

Who?

Where is he?

Uh huh.

*

I knew this would happen.

There it is.

"You're next."

Where'd you find this?

My car, they must have
slipped it through my window.

And no one touched
it beside you?

Nobody.

Maybe it was here
this morning.

I think I would've
noticed that.

They're gonna kill me, too,
they're gonna wipe out

this whole company.

Put you in
protective custody.

Anywhere, lock me
up, I don't care.

These mob guys don't stop.

Kevin, this isn't the mob.

The mob doesn't
send warnings.

Let's go.

*

The paper's clean.

Who cuts out
letters like that?

Who sends a note,
"You're next"?

Someone who's
playing a game?

The game's called
"Watch me scare you."

It's not about killing 'em.

It's making 'em miserable
before you kill 'em.

How clean was the paper?

Sterile.

No prints.

The envelope's peel and seal.

No saliva, no DNA.

The glue, most common
stick you can find.

I mean, this guy
knows what he's doing.

One guess.

What did Ted Paris
do in the Army?

I'm guessing he's
not in food services.

CID Intelligence, he's DD-14.

He was a military cop.

He investigated
crimes in the service.

That means we know he
knows how to play games.

A cop, no wonder I
kind of liked the guy.

We share the same problem.

Hubbel?

We got Kevin Ellis under
guard at The Excelsior,

I want you to go get him,
take him to his warehouse,

I want every tape that
Lisa Paris ever made.

Now, whatever's missing,
go to porn stores.

Rent 'em, buy 'em.

Every video
she was ever in.

Done.

We're no longer assuming
Ted Paris didn't know

what Lisa was doing.

No.

That's history.

Hundreds of them.

This was how Lisa Paris
had spent her youth.

Sex in front of a camera.

Then she wanted to stop.

It was too late.

There was a bachelor party,

a porn tape,

and a knock at the door
she'd feared the most.

She couldn't go back
to who she'd been.

What are we looking
to get from this?

Besides nausea.

Keep looking.

If my stomach
can take it.

How did Ted Paris know?

How'd he know his
daughter was making porn?

How'd he know who
Joey Nash was?

It's gotta be here.

Bingo.

Guy had an ego,
produced by Joey Nash.

Check the license plate.

Nash's car.

The same pose we
found his body in,

right down to the cigar.

Ted Paris saw that.

That's how he knew.

*

Ted Paris has
motive and no alibi.

He lied repeatedly
and on the record.

In a sworn statement?

No, he lied to the police.

I've been in major
crimes 19 months.

I can't take felonies
to trial and lose.

Did you look at
the video tape?

The dead daughter
in the same pose

as the guy he killed?

Twelve jurors
see that and say,

"Good riddance
of bad rubbish."

Oh, I see.

So, she's in porn,
so she doesn't matter.

Besides, this is not about
her, it's about her father.

The tape box convinces,
it doesn't convict.

You sound like
Johnnie Cochran.

God forbid.

Ted Paris.

He have a registered gun?

A .45, not a
...9 millimeter,

but he could have
others unregistered.

We shopped judges, Nielsen,
Bernstein, Hamilton.

No search warrant,
insufficient probable cause.

Probable cause, isn't that
in the eye of the beholder?

Maybe you could
find us a judge.

This was your idea, wasn't it?

What's the matter, Counselor,

you don't want your
ass on the line?

My ass is always
on the line.

I'll get your warrant.

He got us our warrant.

We went over to Ted Paris'
auto parts business.

We sent a team
to his house.

But Ted Paris was smart.

We wouldn't find
the obvious.

We hoped maybe we'd
find what he overlooked.

Have a look at this.

Purchase order sending
metal to a scrap yard.

Well, that's what
Ted Paris does for a living.

Check the dates.

He sends a load
every two weeks

for seven months and then--

This week, twice in two days.

Be nice if they
still have this stuff.

You sure that's all
there was from Ted Paris?

That was Tuesday afternoon.

We picked it up from
Ted Tuesday morning.

Okay, Mr. Harmon?

Open it.

Ted Paris had
been in a hurry.

In a mound of
crushed metal,

we found a crushed gun.

Totally clean.

No prints, blood,
tissue, debris, nothing.

I want to hire this
guy to do my floors.

And the barrel's been filed?

Inside's like glass.

It's convenient
having a machine shop.

Slug will show us something.

Yeah, if I could
fire that thing,

which I can't,
the chamber's shot.

What if you took the
barrel off that one,

put it on another
...9 millimeter,

could you fire
through it then?

It's possible.

Give me an hour.

We have the same
caliber weapon,

the same manufacturer.

That's a technical question,

I can't answer that.

Yep, we'll let you know.

DA wants to know how
it'll play out in court.

You were right.

About what?

You told Gomez
to get everything

the other agencies
had on Joey Nash.

The red one is FBI.

Ted Paris has a friend
there who pulled that

over a month ago.

That's how he
knew about Nash.

Profile of Joseph Nash.

Surveillance pictures.

Detective Friday.

Uh huh, well,
tell your boss

I need three
arrest warrants.

Yeah, we'll fax 'em.

Three warrants.

You wanna tell me
what you have in mind.

Ted Paris plays a
pretty good game.

I want to raise the stakes.

You got a warrant,
get out your cuffs.

Ted, we don't have
to do it that way,

just come down with us.

When I was an MP,
I liked serving warrants.

The process of justice,
I liked being a part of that.

No arrest, just
come down and talk.

You feel sorry for me.

Don't.

*

Turn around.

You're under arrest for
the murder of Joseph Nash.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say can and
will be used against you

in a court of law.

You have the right
to an attorney.

I've been in rough
spots before.

I'm sure you have.

Same glue as in your shop.

32,000 sticks sold
since January.

Slug from Joey Nash.

One from your gun.

Those slugs look
pretty clean.

Could come from
different guns.

It's all circumstantial
and you know it.

Well, here's something
that's not circumstantial.

You came in here
and you told us

you didn't know Joey Nash.

You wanted that to go
down on the record.

The problem is...

We can prove you
had files on Nash.

FBI files.

You knew him.

That's not enough
for a conviction.

When did you see this?

Months ago, weeks?

How long did you
hold that inside?

Until Lisa died?

'Cause then I can imagine
you'd need some reasons.

"Why?

Why did this happen
to my daughter?"

And this was the answer.

She was young,
sweet, and innocent.

They took advantage of her.

She was just a kid.

Kids do stupid things,

they don't think about
the consequences.

Well, you thought
about the consequences.

"Can I get away with it?"

They trained you
well, didn't they?

Don't understand me, okay?

My Latin teacher used
to quote Aquinas.

"To understand all
is to forgive all."

And I don't need your
forgiveness either.

We're not talking about me.

We're talking about
you forgiving Lisa.

Now maybe you killed Nash
because you blamed him

and you thought
he deserved it.

But there must have
been a part of you

that blamed yourself
for failing her.

Don't fail the
one that's left.

That's a one way.

So this is where
you're going.

*

Accessories after the fact.

Michael lied.

He said you were in
that bar, you weren't.

Jennifer signed
that purchase order

to get rid of the gun.

Come on, they didn't know.

We're gonna charge them,

and we're gonna force
them to roll over on you.

*

They're young, Ted,

they got their whole
lives ahead of them.

*

You wanna bring them down?

*

You'd do that?

You know I'll do
what I have to.

*

Now they'll testify against
you or they'll both do time.

And even if you're right
and we can't convict you,

do they deserve it?

*

Now this is
what's gonna happen

if you don't give
me another way.

*

You're fundamentally
a decent guy.

I want you to do
the right thing.

*

Yeah.

I sat on your
side of the table.

You've already
talked to the DA,

you know what they'll
accept, so make the offer.

Second-degree murder,
15-to-life.

You can get out in eight,
Michael and Jennifer walk.

Lisa doesn't get her life

dragged across
the front pages.

*

You know, if it
had been just me,

I would've walked
up to that bastard

and put a clip in his head,

then phoned you
then and there...

but Jennifer needed me.

I had to get away with it.

*

I understood what
Ted Paris had done.

I understood
why he did it.

And I thought there but
for the grace of God.

But understanding
doesn't get you very far.

And the truth is,
when you do what I do,

neither does God.

It seems that in
everyone's life,

there's one moment,
the one that matters.

Afterwards, nothing is
ever quite the same.

That moment in
Lisa Paris' life

changed her and
everyone around her.

You think back, you wonder,

where's that moment
in your own life?

When did you
become who you are?

*

And who else might
you have been?

*

Ted Paris entered
a plea of guilty

to second-degree murder.

He is currently serving
eight to twelve years

in the minimum
security prison

in Lompoc, California.

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