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[guitar playing]

♪ Ooh ooh ♪

♪ Ooh ooh ♪

♪ Once I had a love and it was a gas ♪

♪ Soon turned out had a heart of glass ♪

♪ Seemed like the real thing Only to find… ♪

-How many? -Table for two, please.

-Meeting someone special? -Very special. [chuckles]

That's so sweet. Well, come on. Let's get you seated.

Oh. Wow. [chuckles] Some people can be so rude.

No worries. Best seat in the house.

I'll let you look that over while I get all that cleaned up.

Uh, excuse me.

Do I look okay?

-I think you look dashing. -Thank you.

♪ Ooh ooh ♪

♪ Ooh ooh ♪

[grunts]

[♪ Theme song plays]

[♪ "Bratty B" playing]

-[gurgles] -[Morgan] Guys, come on, let's go.

Ludo's gonna be here any second. Breakfast is ready.

I see you've inherited my judgmental stare.

I thought only Ava got that, who happens to love toaster waffles,

I'll have you know.

Ooh, toaster waffles.

One of 'em does. I can't keep track.

-[Elliot] Hot, hot, hot. -[Morgan] Here.

What are these?

Just a little project I'm working on

now that we have some walking-around money.

I thought I'd hire a little part-time help.

-I recommend this one. -Oh, yeah?

She plays laser tag. Heightened peripheral vision, fast reflexes.

Important traits as Chloe starts walking.

I feel like you picked her 'cause she's pretty,

but you're doing a good job of hiding it.

Oh, I know her. She was a senior when I was a freshman.

-Yeah? What do you know about her? -I don't know.

Seniors don't talk to freshmen.

Well, maybe dig around in her social media or something.

I'm thinking about hiring somebody part-time.

Oh, right. Back to work full-time today.

That's right. And while I'm at work, I wanna make sure

that you guys are getting the support you need at home.

Ludo needed some backup, I got him that. So, tell me what you guys need.

-I'd still love to visit the morgue. -I love that idea, you know.

Why don't you show me you can change Chloe's diaper

without passing out from the smell, and we'll graduate to formaldehyde?

What about you, Ava?

I'd love to hear some news about my dad.

[♪ Somber music playing]

I mean, it's okay.

I know you haven't really had the chance to talk to Lieutenant Soto,

but now that you're back, maybe she has some news.

I'm definitely gonna look into it.

[phone buzzes]

But right now I'm needed at a crime scene. You take over, okay?

See if you can keep these guys alive till Ludo gets here?

-I love you. Goodbye. -Love you.

-Pay me what you're gonna pay her. -[Morgan] Oh, absolutely.

You send that invoice to accounts payable, okay?

-Bye. -[Elliot] Bye.

I think what she means by accounts payable is...

Yeah, yeah, yeah. I got it.

Victim's name is Nathan Gould, 46.

Address on his license puts him right in the neighborhood.

Café hostess found him behind these dumpsters with a bag taped over his head.

Money and credit cards are still here.

Yeah. Phone too. Doesn't seem like a robbery.

Maybe something more personal?

Is he gonna make it?

He was in cardiac arrest when we got here. No pulse, no respiration.

Got a heartbeat back, but he hasn't regained consciousness.

Ventilator's doing the breathing for him.

So he could be brain dead.

They'll be able to tell more at the hospital.

We just don't know how long he was without oxygen before we landed.

Poor guy's luck might have finally run out.

Finally? You know this guy?

Nathan was a frequent flyer. Rode with us more than once.

History of suspicious injuries.

-Suspicious how? -He told us he fell and broke his leg.

Before that it was burned his hand on the stove.

Always just said he was clumsy.

But you think someone else helped?

Nathan was a good guy.

I hope you find who did this.

You said a hostess found him?

Yeah, she's a little shaken, but I think she can answer some questions.

[hostess] He was so nervous.

Said he was meeting someone special.

[sighs] That poor man.

This where he sat?

I went inside to get some cleaning supplies,

and when I came out, I thought he'd left.

I found that pin, and I ran up the street to look for him.

Then things got busy, and I just forgot about cleaning up.

I'm glad you did.

Karadec, check this out.

You ever spill a drink on yourself at one of these tables?

Uh, can't say I recall doing that, no.

Of course you haven't. You like to put on a Hazmat suit

when you eat something crumbly.

But just pretend for one second

that you're a normal guy having a normal meal, okay?

There you are, sipping on a refreshing drink on a hot summer day

when, uh-oh, you spill it all over the table.

It drips through the cracks and lands all over your unprotected pants.

[distorted] No!

Mm-hmm. I know.

But look at these spills. They all landed evenly.

All over the ground, the chairs.

There weren't even butts in the seats.

The spills were staged.

Someone knew Nathan was going to be here

and wanted to make sure he'd sit by the alley.

What time would you say you seated him? And when did you find him in the alley?

I guess he got here around a quarter to eight.

Okay, so how'd you find the body?

-I heard ducks. -Ducks?

Ducks quacking somewhere in the alley.

I went to look, and…

And I found him.

I think that's all we have for now.

If there's any other questions, we'll be sure to let you know.

Okay. [breathes shakily]

What?

I thought you were gonna launch into a comprehensive breakdown

of the migratory patterns of ducks in the Los Angeles area.

-Is that what you thought? Hmm. -Yeah.

Well, I could, but that would be pointless 'cause there were no ducks in that alley.

Did you see signs of ducks? There was no poop.

That's all ducks do. They poop.

I don't know what she heard, but I don't think it was ducks.

All right, we put a pin in the ducks.

Vic's apartment's just a few blocks from here.

If the paramedics were convinced someone was repeatedly hurting him,

let's go find out who.

Well, books on player stats, half a dozen team schedules.

Nathan Gould really loved his sports.

-Oh, yeah? Who's his team? -Enlighten me.

Me? I can't even figure out what his favorite sport is.

I've been all over this place.

There's not a baseball cap or a jersey, not a banner on the wall.

This place is wild though.

If anybody this obsessed with stats was actually into sports,

do you know what it would look like in here?

[cheering]

It'd look like the inside of a stadium gift shop.

But I did also notice this very impressive stack

of overdue bills, a sport I'm very familiar with.

Looks like Nathan was a couple of weeks away

from having everything turned off.

So you don't think Nathan loved sports, you think he loved gambling.

And I don't think gambling loved him back, which could explain

all those mysterious injuries that the paramedics were talking about.

Nathan had fallen behind on his debts, and to the kind of people who do worse

than turn off the water when the payment's late.

[Morgan] Hmm.

What do you think it is?

Don't know. It could be a bank account, or passcode, international phone number.

-[Karadec] Hmm. -[lock clicking]

Okay, those scary guys you were just talking about,

the debt collectors, they know home addresses?

Shh.

[grunts]

We're nice people. You could have just knocked.

[♪ "Watch Me Work" playing]

-[Karadec groans] -Ah!

Call the Lieutenant. Have her send backup.

[line ringing]

♪ Man, I love it when they try to run ♪

-Move. -[resident screams]

[Karadec] Whoa, whoa, whoa.

-You okay? Good? -Yeah.

[line ringing]

[groaning]

♪ Hold up, hold up There's no time to wait ♪

♪ Best good guy to have on your side No replace, y'all know ♪

♪ Nobody gotta get hurt ♪

♪ Sit back y'all better watch me work ♪

♪ Nobody gotta get hurt ♪

♪ Sit back y'all better watch me work ♪

♪ Nobody gotta get hurt ♪

♪ Sit back y'all better watch me work ♪

[voicemail] You've reached Lieutenant Soto.

Please leave a message, and I'll return your call as soon as I can.

♪ Oh, oh, ey ♪

Hey! Cops.

[♪ Music continues]

[engine starts]

[tires screech]

♪ Nobody gotta get hurt ♪

♪ Sit back y'all better watch me work ♪

-[criminal grunts] -Oh.

-[grunts] -On your stomach. On your stomach.

Hands behind your back. [panting]

[groans]

[Karadec] Uh-huh.

"Marco Deleon."

Buddy ditched you pretty quick there, Marco. That hurt your feelings?

-He's not my buddy. -Well, no, not after a stunt like that.

I think what Marco means is they're just business associates,

isn't that right, Marco? Oh.

Lookee here. I found something.

So this is what we're thinking, Marco.

You and your business associate work for whoever Nathan Gould owed money to.

And you or someone else who works for your boss

slipped a plastic bag over Nathan's head this morning.

He's still alive, by the way. Probably not gonna make it though.

Anyway, knowing that Nathan's never going to make good on his debts,

your boss sent you over here to recoup what you could in stolen valuables.

Sound about right?

Does he have anything else in his pocket, a weapon, a vial of something to inject?

[Karadec sighs]

No. Why? What are you thinking?

Thinking we may have misjudged our friend Marco here.

And if I'm right about that,

you are really gonna wanna introduce us to your boss.

[♪ "Urgent" playing]

[knocks on door]

Hey. We got a… [speaks indistinctly]

Hey, Ray, we're here to ask some questions about Nathan Gould.

I don't talk to cops.

Works for me. I'm not a cop.

And I wouldn't hate it if this one didn't talk at all. [chuckles]

Oh, my goodness. Is that the WhisperShoe Ultra?

Ugh. Electric card shuffler. Those are so cool.

Does every table in here have one of those?

Sure does. Oh, man, I wish my kid was here.

He's going through a real card phase right now.

Just the other day, he made me sit through an entire YouTube video

on the ins and outs of how this machine works.

Ain't that so random?

Everybody out.

Now!

Um…

What just happened?

It turns out these card shuffling machines aren't as random as people think they are.

Right, Ray?

And that one in particular, the WhisperShoe Ultra, is really not random.

[whirring]

[Morgan] In ways a disreputable house could use to stack the odds.

Definitely not something Ray wants getting out there.

You got stones. I'll give you that.

Coming in here, lobbing accusations.

Actually, Ray, I think you heard wrong.

Thanks to my colleague here, we're pretty certain that

you weren't involved in the attack on Mr. Gould.

At least not the one this morning.

Yes, see, when we found that empty syringe on Marco,

we realized he was going to inject an air bubble into Nathan's bloodstream.

So if Marco went there to kill Nathan then,

that means you and your guys didn't attack Nathan earlier.

Ain't that ironic? Hmm?

Sending a guy to commit a murder proves that you didn't commit that murder.

-Send that one to Alanis, right? -[chuckles]

But that makes me wonder.

Why did you send Marco with just an empty syringe?

I mean, injecting an air bubble into someone's bloodstream,

that would make their death look like natural causes, right?

But someone like you, in the reputation business,

would want Nathan's death to send a message.

Unless you had a way to profit off of Nathan's death,

but only if it looked like you didn't kill him.

185004606. Does that number sound familiar?

It does. It did sound familiar. Do you see that?

That number we saw at Nathan's, that was Ray's Social Security number.

You see, before the current randomized system,

Social Security numbers were issued based on the state

where the applicant lived, and when the application came in.

Now, I can roughly guess your age, you know,

even with the ten or so years that hard living put on you.

And thanks to that photo over there of you marching in the Mummers parade,

which is an annual Philly thing, I'm guessing you're from Pennsylvania.

Both of those make sense with the number that we found.

But that begs the question.

Why would Nathan Gould have his loan shark's Social Security number?

But you hate talking to cops, so I'll answer this one for you.

You need someone's Social Security number, and in many cases a notary,

which would explain the ink smudge,

to make them the beneficiary of your life insurance.

So, in other words, Ray, you forced Nathan Gould to make you the beneficiary

on his insurance policy as a way to pay off his loans.

And then because you love to stack the deck,

you sent Marco to make sure you collect.

I didn't force Nathan to do anything. It was his idea.

Really? Care to elaborate?

I'm not getting the sense that he does.

Mmm. Well, we wanna know who else is mad enough to kill Nathan,

we need to find out whose name he took off the life insurance.

See you, Ray.

Jessica, this is the old beneficiary form from your father's life insurance policy.

We had the insurance company pull it for us.

Until a few weeks ago, you were in line to collect $100,000 when your dad died.

It made us wonder how you felt about it when he changed the form.

This is the first I'm hearing my dad even had a life insurance policy,

much less that my name was on it.

Honestly, I'm surprised.

He wasn't exactly good with money.

Sounds like you two weren't close.

He and my mom split when I was eight… [exhales]

…over his gambling habits, mostly. I think.

-Where's your mom now? -Denver with my stepdad.

I came back out here… [sighs] …after school for work.

[stutters] I tried to keep in touch with my dad over the years,

but he never followed through.

Till a couple of months ago he reached out, out of the blue.

He said he was going away soon, and he wanted to make things right before he did.

We've seen each other more in the last couple of months than we have in decades.

Jessica, when your dad was attacked, he was carrying a pin on him in a gift box.

It was a ladybug. Does that mean anything to you?

Oh. [voice cracks] Um…

Ladybug was his nickname for me as a kid.

[crying]

Because he said I was cute and good luck.

[continues crying]

Here you go.

Well, then, if the gift was for you,

you're the person your dad was expecting to meet this morning.

Can I ask why you didn't show?

[sighs] I did show, he didn't.

So you were at Dudley Market in Venice around 7:45 this morning?

No, I was waiting for him at Ground Wire in Toluca Lake.

That's where we were supposed to meet.

-[dings] -[Karadec] Thanks, Jessica.

We'll reach out when we know more.

-Nathan Gould's daughter? -Yep, Jessica.

We're checking her alibi, but we don't like her for it.

What you got there?

I just noticed the hotel across the street from the café had security cameras.

So Lieutenant wanted me to check and see if it caught the attack, but…

[sighs] …nothing.

Anything interesting?

Well, Nathan and his daughter were estranged for most of her life.

He'd reached out recently and reconciled. They were supposed to meet this morning,

but for some reason they ended up at two different cafés.

We're still figuring that out.

One thing she mentioned, he told her he was planning to go away for a while.

So did he book any airline tickets or hotel rooms

that would let us know where he was going?

I've been going through his credit card and bank statements.

I haven't seen anything about travel plans.

Well, this is weird.

He had a subscription for a specialty dog food that he canceled a few weeks ago.

We were just at his place. Did you see any signs of a dog?

I did not.

I mean, I guess it's possible the dog could have died,

but what if he gave it away? That would make a lot more sense.

Go on.

Well, Nathan recently reconciled with his daughter,

who he hasn't had any contact with for years.

He settles his debts with a loan shark by signing over his life insurance, right?

And then he tells his daughter he's going away,

despite there being no evidence of travel.

Put that together with giving your dog away,

and I think this man was planning on taking his own life.

That's what he meant by going away for a while.

So somebody decides to kill the guy right when he's about to kill himself.

But why?

-They didn't have any stevia. -That's fine.

-Or oat milk. -Less fine.

And I didn't think you'd want their decaf. So…

So you went with hot water.

What a treat.

This is the hospital's transplant coordinator.

They're discussing organ donations.

-So he's officially brain dead? -Yeah.

[sighs] Some timing, huh?

This poor woman finally reconciles with her father.

You okay?

You just, I don't know, seem a little quiet for you.

Ava asked if there was any news about her dad.

You haven't told her about Arthur yet, huh?

-No. -Hmm.

Well, even I've heard her say she wants you to treat her like a grown-up.

Maybe take her at her word.

[sighs] You think he was going to take his own life?

You didn't know?

Oh.

Emmett. His dog.

Dad asked me to take care of him while he traveled.

But why did he wanna die?

It's just a theory right now, but we think he actually may have been protecting you.

Your dad owed money to some loan sharks. They would have kept hurting him.

Eventually, probably a lot worse.

Knowing how these people operate, we think that

maybe they threatened to come after you next.

So by changing his life insurance policy, and offering to end his own life,

we think he was making sure you didn't end up paying for his sins.

Yeah. Was your dad close with anyone he would have talked to about this?

I… We had barely gotten to know each other again.

I just… I don't know enough about his life to say.

Did your dad know you were pregnant?

How did you know?

Well, the smells in here are driving you nuts.

I see that saltine peeking out of your purse, and you've got ginger tea.

Been there a few times.

Congratulations.

[chuckles] Uh…

I told him the last time we saw each other.

And… [sighs] …he was so excited.

We joked about how much fun it is to have a ton of doctor visits.

[smacks lips] It was the one thing we bonded over.

He told you about his injuries?

Um, his injuries? No, no.

Uh, the visits that he talked about were to a cardiologist.

He said he recently had a whole series of scans and tests.

[Karadec] Did he mention any specific symptoms?

[Jessica] No. If anything, it was the opposite.

He went out of his way to make sure I knew that everything was fine.

Why would someone who's fine put themselves through a series of tests?

Oh, we're like 20 minutes early. I didn't even realize.

I know. I'm so impressed. I'm not sure how we pulled that off.

[Elliot] I like this look on us.

I can get some alone time in the hydroponics lab before homeroom.

-Bye, love you. [kisses] -Bye, have a good day. [kisses]

The joys of being a dweeb.

I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do, but I'll manage.

[door opens]

Ava.

Why don't you hang back for a second?

I need to talk to you about something.

So, at least as of a few weeks ago, my dad was living in Nevada?

According to this Arthur guy.

Did he say how long he was living there for?

No.

And all we know about Arthur is that he's a landscaper?

I guess so.

I know it's not a lot of information and we're gonna keep digging around.

I didn't want to fill you in too early

'cause I didn't want you to get your hopes up or be let down.

No, I-I want you to tell me everything.

I know you do. I heard you, so that's why I was filling you in on this.

[phone buzzes]

Ooh. I gotta go to work.

-Are you okay? -Yeah, I'm fine.

Are you sure? 'Cause if not, I'll just tell him I'm not coming in today.

-No, no, no. Mom, it's okay. -You're gonna play hooky...

I'm fine.

-Okay. I love you. -I love you.

Can you find your way to school from here?

Yeah, Mom, I'll plug it into Waze.

[♪ Somber music playing]

[car engine starts]

Hey. Daphne, you got Nathan Gould's phone?

Yeah, TID unlocked it.

Nathan got an email the night before the attack,

claiming to be from his daughter Jessica,

changing their meeting to 7:45 at the café in Venice.

Let me guess, this is not Jessica's email address.

I checked, it's a fake.

Yeah, that would explain why Nathan and Jessica

ended up sitting at different cafés.

Whoever did this wanted Nathan at that café, and alone.

[Oz] Since Nathan and Jessica had just reconciled,

he might not have even noticed the email came from an unknown address.

[quacks from phone]

Uh, Morgan, what are you doing?

There's an alarm set on Nathan's phone for 8:01 a.m.

and the ringtone is set to the duck sound.

That's what the café hostess heard in the alleyway.

The killer wanted somebody to find his body around 8 o'clock in the morning.

Long enough after the attack to make sure he was brain-dead,

but soon enough to make sure his organs were still viable.

I think Nathan Gould was killed for his heart.

Robbed again, call the cops.

Good timing. Cops are here.

[chuckles] Sorry, I-I didn't see you.

You were saying something about being robbed?

He's kidding about calling the cops.

People steal things off the bus when we're on calls,

even more so lately with all the drug supply shortages.

We just write it up, but it's not the controlled stuff.

That's locked up.

-It's not the controlled stuff, right? -Albuterol. An asthma med.

We got more back at the house.

Is there something we can help you with?

We had some questions about the Nathan Gould call.

We're hoping you can walk us through the timeline.

Sure, shoot.

Well, the 911 call came in around 8:01, 8:02. Is that about right?

Yeah, sounds right. Just after our shift started, which was at 8:00.

And how long after that for you to arrive on scene?

About five minutes. Café's close.

And maybe another three minutes after that to get a heartbeat back.

One last question. It's a doozy.

How long would a victim have to be down

in order to guarantee they'd be brain dead?

Eleven minutes, give or take.

Appreciate it.

-[message beeps] -You were right.

Course I was right.

Also, you should think about stocking up on Albuterol if you need it.

They're having a theft problem apparently.

Think I'm all good there, but thank you.

Where's Soto?

She stayed back at the hospital to ask a few more questions.

This attack was timed to turn Nathan Gould into the perfect organ donor.

He was down for at least 11 minutes before help arrived.

I've been thinking about it. I think there's more.

Nathan was in on it.

The cardiac work-up. He was making sure his heart was in good shape.

Right. We already knew that he was planning on killing himself.

Nathan had arranged with someone to give them his heart.

But then he found out he was gonna become a grandfather,

and he changed his mind, so the killer had to kill him.

Unbelievable.

-[sighs] -Everything okay?

Yeah.

You're not gonna blast the old-timey car horn, are you?

More than one novelty ringtone per case?

I don't think so. That would be overkill.

Fair enough, because it seems to be, our next question is,

"Who is Nathan Gould's heart going to?" We find them, I think we find our killer.

'Scuse me. Hi, I work with the police.

I saw you talking to Jessica Gould yesterday

about her father's organ donations.

-Yes, I remember you. -Yeah.

Has it been decided where Nathan's heart's going yet?

I'm, uh, sorry, I wouldn't know.

Aren't you the hospital's transplant coordinator?

And you're on the committee, right?

Yeah, they call you guys "The God Committee."

[Selena] You literally get to decide who lives and who dies.

If you can't answer our questions, then who can?

I…

I meant I don't know off the top of my head.

Make an appointment with my office, and I'll look it up for you.

Okay?

Any luck?

I didn't realize the question about where a donor heart was going was scary,

but that woman seemed afraid to answer.

Same deal with the transplant surgeon.

I get the feeling these guys are circling the wagons.

As if someone with a lot of pull is keeping them quiet.

Mmm.

Because maybe they want the heart for themselves.

One thing I did find out, Jessica Gould has given her consent,

so Nathan's set to be taken off life support tomorrow.

-Organs will be harvested then. -Meaning if we're right,

and someone is forcing the hospital to give them the heart...

-It'd be good to find out who first. -[phone buzzes]

Hello.

W-What? Where is she?

I'll be right there.

Ava just got arrested.

[sighs]

[Karadec] U-Uh… [sighs]

What the hell happened?

Are you okay?

You can uncuff her now, please.

Can't do that. Building owner caught her vandalizing his property.

-Ava, it's one of your dad's murals. -Yeah, I'm aware.

-Oh, honey, I am so sorry. -Just leave me alone, okay?

[sighs] Okay. [clears throat] So what happens now?

We take her in.

No, listen, that's not necessary, all right?

Her dad painted that. This is a family matter.

I will take care of it.

Tell that to the owner. Guy wants to press charges.

That's the owner? How about this? I go smooth it over with him,

we assure him the young lady's gonna come back,

clean this mess up later, and forget it ever happened.

-No paperwork for you. -[police officer] Sorry, Detective.

If the girl really wanted to clean this up,

she had her chance before you got here.

Come on, on your feet.

-No, don't touch my daughter, okay? -[Karadec] Morgan, it's all right.

I know it's all right! I'm all right!

-Ma'am! -And don't call me ma'am. Okay, sir?

Don't call me ma'am right now. I don't need that from you.

What I need from you is to understand

that giving a 15-year-old girl a criminal record

over some paint is completely insane.

Can we all agree on that? I mean, it's paint!

-Ava... -Can we not here?

-'Cause of her? -[sighs]

Ava, that woman has her own problems to deal with.

No offense.

Yeah.

-[Karadec] Thanks, Gina. -[Gina] You got it.

"Treat her like a grown-up," he said.

You're welcome?

[♪ Somber music playing]

Hi.

I'm sorry.

Oh, buddy, come here.

I'm sorry.

I messed up.

Sometimes I forget that there's a right time to drop huge information on someone

and a wrong time, which would be right before you send her off to school.

It wasn't that.

I know I said I wanted to know everything, but I was wrong.

This is way worse than not knowing.

What do you mean?

My dad's been alive this whole time living his life one state over.

And with everything you've been finding out,

I actually let myself believe he cared, that he didn't abandon us.

I still believe that.

-How? -Because I know who your dad was,

and we haven't heard his side of the story yet, you know?

Maybe there's a reason that he's had to stay away.

My whole life?

I can't for the life of me wrap my mind around what that reason would be,

but the one thing I do know,

is that he loved you more than anything in the whole world.

Okay.

You know, I'm actually working on a case right now

where this father is estranged from his daughter,

and once he came back into the picture,

the only thing he cared about was making it right.

And that's what all this is about?

[Morgan] It's part of it.

I'm looking for somebody who needs a heart transplant.

Somebody powerful enough to intimidate an entire hospital to get it.

So, I figured I'd start with their biggest donors.

-These guys. -Mm-hmm.

You are looking at a who's who of LA philanthropy.

What about him?

Carson Wood. Looks like he's a big producer.

This photo wasn't from that premiere. Do you see who's behind him?

Uh-huh.

Oh, my God. Mom, seriously, do you live under a rock?

She's an actress. She's in, like, everything.

-Right. -Okay.

Anyway, this whole thing went down about this dress.

She dissed the designer, and they were going back and forth

for, like, weeks, but that happened, like, over a year ago.

-Really? -Mm-hmm.

-Well, look at you. -[chuckles]

And you didn't think you were anything like me.

-I mean, first we get arrested together… -Okay, okay. [laughs]

-Can we look this guy up? -Yeah.

Let's see.

Here he is.

Mmm, old.

Old.

-All these are old. -Yeah. That one's definitely old.

Okay, so if you're right, this guy hasn't been seen in public for months,

but he's posting old pictures as if they're recent.

-Shady. -Might be more than shady.

Maybe he's been hiding the fact that he's sick.

-Everything good with Morgan? -Yeah.

She had to visit Ava's school, clear up a little truancy thing yesterday.

What's going on here?

Showed up just as Carson Wood was about to head out.

I suggested he wait, his people didn't like that.

So you decided to block the driveway.

-Things are getting a little tense. -Copy that.

Carson Wood.

Detectives Karadec and Forrester, LAPD. Mind if we ask you a few questions?

If it gets you the hell out of my driveway, ask away.

Make it quick.

Does the name Nathan Gould mean anything to you?

[sighs] Should it?

He's a murder victim whose death we're investigating.

Never heard of him.

PS, I don't know if you looked at me,

but I'm literally on my way to get a heart transplant.

I'm not running around killing people.

Well, uh, now that you mention it, one of the reasons we're here

is to see if you're in the market for a new heart, sir.

We believe Mr. Gould was killed so that his would be available for transplant.

As for killing him yourself, I think you could hire some people to do it.

I can't argue with that.

Hey, Karadec.

The GPS is set for the airport, not St. Clair's.

Mr. Wood, would we be right that you pressured St. Clair's Hospital

to bump you to the top of their transplant list?

Maybe I did. Maybe I didn't. Doesn't matter.

Got a better heart waiting for me in Utah.

Wait, so you're saying you don't want Nathan Gould's heart?

Is that the one at St. Clair's?

Doc said it wasn't a great match, technical stuff, not my department.

And if that concludes our business, I'd appreciate you getting out of the way.

Time's the one thing I don't have.

[Daphne sighs]

[phone buzzes]

Hey, how'd it go at the school?

I convinced him that 30 minutes in a holding cell

can serve as detention, but whatever. That's not why I called.

I got a message from Soto. St. Clair's Hospital called.

Oh, yeah, yeah, we know.

Carson Wood didn't even need Nathan's heart.

Guessing it got put back into the system?

Well, it would've, but it's been stolen.

-How does someone steal a heart? -That's what we're trying to figure out.

Hospital said everything went normally with the organ removal.

They took the heart out of Nathan, they packed up the transport.

That's when it was supposed to be driven to another hospital.

But that's when everyone lost track of it.

Someone with knowledge of the process intercepted the heart

on its way out of the building.

So far, we haven't spotted anything on the hospital surveillance,

but we're still looking.

How much time can pass between taking out a heart and putting it into someone else?

Hospital says six hours tops, two of which have already passed.

[Selena sighs] Then that's how much time we have.

Someone this killer cares about is about to get a heart transplant,

which means our best chance to find the killer

is while that person is still in a hospital bed.

After the patient's safe and sound, our guy could be in the wind.

Now, it felt like the transplant coordinator was hiding things yesterday.

Let's have her back in for a conversation.

Now that the pressure's off from Wood, maybe she'll be more forthcoming.

[Karadec] Yeah.

I'm starting to feel like I should have a lawyer.

Oh, that's definitely a way you could go,

given that we could charge you with obstructing an investigation.

You might lose your job, so lawyering up might be the smart move.

But, the truth is, we're not looking to come after you.

We need to find Nathan Gould's killer, and we need to find him now.

If you help us, we'd be inclined to forget your role in all of this.

My role in this?

-I didn't have a choice. -[chuckles]

If we didn't find Mr. Wood a heart, he would have cut off millions in funding.

That's money we use to save countless lives.

We're not here to judge.

Okay.

We have reason to believe that at one point

Nathan Gould and his killer were cooperating.

Let's say Carson Wood never interfered. Who would have gotten the heart then?

Nathan Gould left behind a directed donation.

He named the person he wanted his heart to go to.

And when Mr. Wood pressured us to find him a heart,

the committee and I, we invalidated Mr. Gould's directive.

-Whose name was on the directed donation? -I don't know.

I deleted any record on the hospital system.

You deleted the intended recipient's name, and you don't even remember who it was?

It's not that I don't remember.

I didn't even look.

That person is something I don't wanna think about.

[sighs]

So, their name should still be on the transplant list, right?

Yeah.

Is this the information we got from the transplant coordinator?

-The UNOS database? -Yes.

You're looking at everyone waiting on a heart in the southwestern United States.

Good, because that heart only has about two hours of viability left.

How we gonna narrow this down?

Mm-mmm. No. Okay.

This one, this one, this one all live too far away to get the heart in time.

These are the wrong blood type.

And since a key factor in a heart match is body size.

You're out. You're out. You're definitely out.

-There we go. -[Karadec] Hey, good work, Morgan.

We can just reach out to each of these hospitals...

No, we won't have to.

I gotta check something real quick, but if I'm right,

I know where to find the killer.

Rosemary Caferri, 70 years old at Eaton General, in end-stage heart failure.

-She's the one getting the heart. -How did you know?

Because she was the only one left whose profile said she was on Albuterol.

Yeah, paramedics said people were stealing Albuterol because of a drug shortage.

I don't doubt that there was a drug shortage,

but people were not stealing Albuterol, one of the paramedics was, for his mother.

-That's what you had to check. -That's right.

Caferri was Rosemary's second husband's last name.

Her first husband was a Bishop, just like one of our paramedics, Christopher Bishop.

He's Rosemary's son.

[Morgan] Christopher and Nathan knew each other because of Nathan's injuries.

They must have shared their struggles with each other.

So when Nathan decided to end his life,

he offered to direct his heart to Christopher's mother.

But then Nathan changed his mind.

Which meant Christopher had to take matters into his own hands.

He staged the messy tables to make sure that

Nathan sat exactly where he wanted him to…

[grunts]

[Morgan] …and then he dragged his body into the alley.

And he set an alarm to make sure that someone would find Nathan

at exactly the right time.

[quacks]

This even explains the where and when.

Close enough to Christopher's firehouse so he could show up to his shift

before the call came in and give himself an alibi.

And he could make sure that he was the paramedic who was taking the call.

He did all this to save his dying mother.

[inhales] Well, I'll have unis posted to stop Christopher

and give Eaton General a heads-up.

We're gonna stop her from getting the heart, aren't we?

[sighs]

-[crying] I had no idea. I swear. -[Karadec sighs]

I was only told that a heart was available.

Does he know that you know?

[Karadec] He dropped off the heart along with the paperwork

saying it was for you, and he left.

Mr. Gould's directed donation was still on file here too.

We had the hospital text Christopher as your next of kin

and say they needed him to come back, which he did.

We have him in custody now.

He's gonna go to prison, isn't he?

Um…

You gonna let me see him?

Please.

I'll have my officers bring him in.

Thank you.

Of course, you will go back on the waiting list for another heart.

I really…

I don't really care about the heart now.

[♪ "Fallingwater" playing]

[crying] Oh, my.

[sobs]

My sweet boy. [cries]

Hey, Mom.

Hi, sweetheart. Hey. Come here.

I'm sorry.

[sobs] I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.

-I love you so much. -I love you too.

[Christopher] I tried. I tried.

♪ Hold on, I thought that I could take it from here ♪

♪ Oh, I thought that I was calm In the clear ♪

♪ Now it's getting harder… ♪

Police techs are all done with this. I think your dad meant to give it to you.

♪ I fought the current… ♪

[chuckles]

♪ …Running just the way you would ♪

Actually, he already gave me one just like it.

I think he meant to give this one to her.

♪ And it's getting harder ♪

Can I ask you a question?

Your dad was absent your whole life, and you let him back in.

How did you do that?

Guess that's how my mom raised me.

You take care.

[♪ Music continues]

Angela Lee, 17, congenital defect.

Got progressively worse. Eventually, the docs couldn't repair it.

♪ Like falling water coming down on me ♪

She got the heart.

♪ I never loved you fully… Just the way you would ♪

Thank you.

See you tomorrow, Gillory.

-♪ You were like falling water… ♪ -♪ In the creek ♪

♪ …Coming down on me ♪

♪ I never gave you… Coming from where you stood ♪

♪ But now I'm in the creek ♪

♪ Falling water in the creek ♪

♪ I was like falling water in the creek ♪

[♪ music ends]