All language subtitles for High Potential 01x13 Let s Play [2025-02-11 21-00] uswabc HQ

I always knew this day would come,
right?

And I did everything I could to prepare.

Don't worry, Mom. She'll be fine.

And let's remember to keep those hands
at nine and three.

Nine and what?

I'm kidding. Relax.

I got this.

Okay. Why don't we stop up here and
we'll practice your parallel parking?

Good, good.

Okay, so check in the mirrors. We're in
reverse.

Yep. You should probably lower the
deductible on her car insurance.

What happened to she'll be fine? Pop it?
No. All right, keep going. Going

harder, right? Harder, right. A little
fast. Too fast.

Sorry, Mom.

Wait, wait.

License plate is 2DDT456.

I'm confused.

You want us to pull over your daughter?
We're not traffic cops, Morgan. Good

morning. Good morning. Ava doesn't even
have her license yet. No, she doesn't,

but... My daughter and I are much more
alike than she thinks, and trust me,

her license does land... Hey, don't make
me slam these bricks, you thirsty

bitches!

Whoa, the backseat is very, um...
Spacious?

Yeah. What you got, high -vo? Let's do
this!

We just all need to be prepared, okay?
All right, listen up.

Some of you have yet to RSVP for the
police gala, and you know who you are.

Oh, I got that e -mail.

I got that, too.

What is that, though? It's an annual
gathering of city officials, detectives,

officers, decent music.

Open bar till 10, right? Sorry,
Lieutenant. I have plans.

Change them.

I want the top press to see all the
major crimes represented.

So that means every single one of you is
going to be there and looking sharp.

I'm only going to see if Oz makes a fool
of himself again this year. I knocked

over one ice sculpture four years ago.

That won't let me live it down. There's
photos if you ever want to see them. Of

course I want to see them.

Did you touch a carrot?

No, I did not. You just sent it?

Okay, we'll check it out. Thanks.

Everything okay?

LAPD tip line flagged an email of the
major crimes that just came in.

Inspector Wallace wouldn't play with me,
will you? Open the attachment.

Two hours to make your move.

Two hours to make your move.

Sounds like some kind of game.

Yeah, a game Spencer here does not look
like he wants to play. We don't know

when it was taken. We don't know who it
is. We don't know if it was staged. I

mean, for all we know, this is just
someone trying to send us on a fool's

errand. Found him.

Spencer Wallace, 37 years old, born in
Riverside.

Runs a small interior design firm,
unmarried, couple of parking tickets,

it. He's in a room with no windows.

Look, see how the only light's coming
from the camera flash?

Yeah. Let's hope this is someone's bad
idea of a good time.

Find out. Yeah.

It's LAPD.

You're home. We need you to open up.

Buildings this nice usually deliver
packages to the mill room, right?

Let's play.

Most puzzles will give you a picture of
what it'll look like when it's done.

Well, whoever left this for us clearly
wants us to figure it out. Or waste more

of our time.

Only one way to find out.

Okay, give me a minute.

She means that literally, doesn't she?

Looks like an elevation map.

Contour lines, color gradients.

Yeah, yeah, and these could be roads.

That's definitely Mulholland Trail. I
hiked up there last week.

One piece is missing.

Maybe it fell?

No, I don't think so. That's part of the
game. It's missing on purpose.

Whoever took Spencer Wallace wants us to
try and find him right here.

And that's exactly what we're going to
do.

Oz and Daphne, find out everything you
can about Spencer Wallace.

You two go for a hike.

So we're looking for what exactly?

You know, probably nothing.

We get thousands of calls like this a
week. People get a kick out of sending

cops on wild goose chases.

Makes you feel grumpy.

All right, so what games did you play as
a kid? Yahtzee.

Yahtzee was my jam.

Yahtzee? Yeah. What?

Okay, it is painfully clear I will not
be inviting you to my next game night.

Looks like you won't have to.

Loco Ocho, you have to match the color
or the number and try to get rid of all

your cards.

I don't like it when you're impressed by
me when I haven't done anything

impressive.

Eeny, meeny... Mighty Moe, pick a card
and then you'll go down a path and

through the shade before dear Spencer
starts to fade. Yeah, see how this path

veers off into two? Yeah, you take one,
I'll take the other. I don't think it's

going to be that simple.

You're telling me we've got to play a
game to figure out which one to take?

The two -hour countdown started when the
email came in. We have 34 minutes to

make our move.

Last card's a two. Okay, that must mean
we take the second path.

How do you know there weren't other
outcomes to these hands?

You want to play again?

Absolutely not.

Hey, we're still searching out here.

Daphne and I found insulin shots in
Spencer Wallace's apartment.

Or because a diabetic.

That means two hours could be how much
time he has before going into diabetic

ketoacidosis without it. Like I said,
just under half an hour before Spencer

could die.

This is real.

I'll call you back.

You got something?

She's got something.

Sedition and multiplication.

It's either hopscotch for hikers...

Or hopscotch for second grade algebra
teachers.

It's azimuth and elevation.

Telling us where to go? No, telling us
where to look.

240 degrees and a negative 10.

The horizontal direction and vertical
angle.

Valley day storage.

And you know what storage units never
have?

Windows. Everybody start banging on
doors. Use your ears.

Spencer! Spencer!

Spencer! Spencer!

Spencer! Spencer!

Spencer!

Spencer! Spencer!

Spencer! Spencer!

Spencer! Spencer! Spencer! Spencer!
Spencer! Spencer! Spencer! Spencer!

Spencer! Spencer!

Spencer. Spencer, hey, buddy. Hey, hey,
hey.

We're with the LAPD. Paramedics are on
the way. You're going to be okay.

I have your insulin from your apartment.
I'm going to administer it in your arm,

okay? Okay.

Thank you.

I wish I didn't remember, but I

do.

It's okay. Take your time.

I was walking up to my apartment when...

Someone came up behind me.

It happened so fast, I didn't even see
their face before they got some bag over

my head.

And when it came off, I was in this dark
room.

And then what happened?

They made me play games.

At least they tried to make me play. I
was shaking too much. I mean, they're

moving these pieces around a game board
while I'm begging for my life.

I was too scared to play. Did you get a
look at the person?

They were wearing a white anime mask.

Rosy cheeks, real big eyes.

The room was too dark to see anything
else. What about the sound of their

They never spoke.

Whoever they were, they must not have
been having much fun.

Why do you say that?

Well, they got frustrated I wasn't
taking the game seriously, and they

me out. I woke up in my storage unit.

Yeah, about that storage unit. Why is it
empty?

Usually people get a storage unit, and
they fill it with stuff.

I rented it with James.

He was my partner for nine years.

Was your partner?

This June will be four years since his
car accident.

I'm so sorry.

We had big plans.

We needed a place to put our things when
we troubled the world, so we rented

that unit.

I know it's silly.

I haven't been ready to let it go.

I don't think it's silly at all.

Spencer, is there anyone you can imagine
doing this?

Maybe someone who wanted to hurt you.

I don't know.

Whoever abducted Spencer wanted us to
find him.

They could have killed him, but they
didn't, because they're playing a game

us, not him.

I think we should be looking for someone
who has a grudge against the LAPD.

Maybe. I don't know. Look at these
clues.

Puzzle, Loco Ocho, Hopscotch. These are
kids' games.

He just wants to play.

So we're looking for a five -year -old.
So we just wait for the next clue to

arrive? We've got to do something.

We can't work with leads we don't have.

Here we go.

Thanks, Katie.

Oh,

I'd have been paid for it.

What do you mean?

Thanks.

How did you know I'd be here?

I heard you had a standing order on
Thursdays for the family.

Well, actually, not special.

I know a lot of things about a lot of
people.

Sit down.

I'm guessing you're not here for the
soup.

Is Roman one of those people? Did you
find him?

First things first.

I only want to deal with you, all right?
I know your cop friends have a hand in

this. I get it.

But I can't be seen with them for
reasons that don't concern you.

Roman came to me before he went missing.

Said he was afraid for himself, for you.

Yeah, you already said that.

And now I'm telling you it has something
to do with a woman I heard he was

working with at the time.

Roman was a painter. He didn't have any
partners.

All I know is her name is Lila Flynn.

F -L -Y -N -N.

You need to write that down.

I'm good, thanks.

All right.

Heard about this HBI you have.

Is that really a thing?

It's a thing that doesn't concern you.

That's all I have on Lila.

But, you know, I'll keep digging.

How do I know that? I don't know
anything about you except what you told

am I supposed to believe you? Because
you got nobody else.

Or you wouldn't be here.

Put your number in it.

So I can get in touch with you if I find
out more about this Lila Flynn.

Good night.

Ava, dinner's here.

So is your mom.

Hey, how was your day?

I think it ruined family game night
forever.

Kidnapper is really flying with us.

That's a bummer.

Ooh, sweet potato fries.

Oh, good, you're home.

I just finished something I want to show
you.

Me?

Huh.

The rest of her dad.

Organizing it by year seemed super lame,
so I... kind of did chapters, like my

artwork, fashion evolution, life
milestones.

Is that this morning?

Mm -hmm. You're lucky I didn't get a
photo of your worried face.

I wasn't worried.

You almost murdered your entire family.
There was no time to worry.

How far does this go back? All the way
to the beginning.

Oh, look at that cowboy hat. I love that
hat on you.

Yeah, Mom, real shame you don't get to
dress me like that anymore.

I think these photos are a reminder of
why you lost that privilege.

All right, take it easy. You're
adorable.

What are these for? You hate when I pull
out baby pictures.

Yeah, in case you find him.

You made this for your dad?

I mean, he missed my entire childhood,
so I figured we'll have to catch him up

if you find him.

He is...

Maybe your job with the cops will work
out the way you said it would.

I hope so.

You know, speaking of the cops, they're
having this big fancy gala and they

invited me.

Oh, my God. What are you going to wear?
I don't know. I haven't thought about

it. Okay.

It's only fair you got to dress me so I
get to dress you. Am I going to look

good? Yes, of course.

Okay.

You came in early.

I wanted to get a head start.

You got anything?

No, but we've got to find out who did
this, or our victim will be looking over

his shoulder the rest of his life.

Yeah.

All right, all right, we're on our way.

We need to head to the west side, to the
Marina Hotel.

Isn't that where the gala is tomorrow
night? Yeah, looks like we have a new

lead.

Great.

You actually picked up the phone. Uh,
yeah, mistake.

I meant to send you the voicemail, but I
got these long fingernails, you know.

How are you? How's the new job?

It's intense, but I'm really happy.

I mean, I do miss a few things back in L
.A.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

So, I was just wondering if you're going
to this police college tomorrow night.

Hmm, I am.

Why, did you get an invitation?

I did, and I thought maybe you had
something to do with that.

Of course I did. I'm very powerful
around here.

So you'll be there?

I will.

Okay. So I'll need you here.

I'll see you soon.

See you soon.

Morgan.

Another clue?

Officer Lynn called it in. I knew this
wasn't right.

Oh, that's not creepy at all.

The fun has just begun.

We've been asking around to see if
anyone saw who left it here, but nothing

far.

Okay. So, whoever kidnapped Spencer
isn't done.

And they're watching us.

Nothing about this is fun.

Or helpful.

Lab didn't find DNA or prints on any of
the game pieces.

That's because the kidnapper wants us to
play by their rules, not ours.

Something's going on with these dolls.

I mean, every detail the kidnapper's
given us so far has been a clue. That's

this person has fun, by making us work.

These babies have to mean something.

I want to talk to Spencer again.

If he didn't tell anybody about that
storage unit, that means the kidnapper

have followed him there, right? I mean,
who else would have known about it?

I did.

Well, I didn't mention it before because
the group is meant to be private and it

didn't seem relevant.

But now I think it might be.

What is it, Oz?

Dap is the only one that knows this,
because I don't really talk about it,

um... I lost my dad last year.

Are you okay?

It's weird living in a world without
both your parents.

So I started attending this, uh, grief
group in Echo Park. Everyone who goes

lost somebody. We just, we share, and
it's... I don't make it every week.

That's why I didn't recognize Spencer at
first.

But you remembered his story about
losing his partner in the storage unit

bought together.

Yeah. And if you knew about it, so does
everybody else in the group.

Which means any one of them could be the
one that's playing games with us. Any

idea on a possible suspect?

No. When's the next meeting?

Later today.

All right. You and Daphne go talk to
some group members.

And you two figure out what those baby
dolls mean. I want those things out of

bullpen. Go.

Nate.

We've met, seen you. Yeah, same here.
How you been? Not too bad.

You bring a friend for group?

Uh... Charles, this is Detective
Forrester. We're actually here about a

matter. We'd like to ask the group a few
questions, if you don't mind.

And if you all don't mind talking with
us.

Come on in. Thank you.

So you think the person who kidnapped
Spencer met him here?

Do you mind if I ask where you were
Wednesday night around 10 .30? My

and I went to a movie. You said 10 .30?
Let me think.

I stayed in on the couch.

Was anyone with you?

Just my dog.

Why? You remember Spencer?

Spencer?

Sweet man.

Is he okay?

I actually had a crush on him before I
realized I was not his type.

So I thought about his partner.

Say, how do you feel about games?

Played death tackle in college.

You caught standing out Lakers tickets?
What about puzzles?

Board games? I remember one guy who used
to come to group.

He just loved them. What was his name?

David. Yeah, David.

He used to always talk about how much he
missed playing games with his family.

They died? His sister did. David said
his family was never the same after

And no more game night. It was like
every week he was even more upset about

Morgan, what are you doing?

We don't know. There's not a message
hidden in here for us. In the baby

We don't know.

Was there? No.

And now we know. Wait.

Can I talk to you guys for a second?

Gio only wants to talk to you.

That's what he said. Yeah, of course he
does.

Gio Conforth doesn't want law
enforcement asking too many questions,

his days as a free man are over.

And what did he say about this Lila
Flynn?

He just gave me her name and said that
she and Roman were working together.

You hired me because I noticed things
that you missed.

You really think I wouldn't sense if
Roman was cheating on me? Smart people

blind spots, too. And my heart breaks
for them.

I think it's time to cut this Gio guy
loose.

He got us a name. Yeah, so he said. And
after he disappeared for how long?

No, he's gotta go. Detective.

Gio wasn't my first call or my tenth.

We're investigating a missing person 15
years after the fact, and whether we

like it or not, Gio has connections that
we don't, so we use them for whatever

we can.

I agree.

Just please don't trust him.

I won't. I promise.

Okay, our sketch artist is on the way.

What's wrong?

There's this woman. You remember Sierra.

Never misses a meeting. She usually
arrives early because she comes from

but...

She's still not here.

Tell us more about her. She's an ASL
interpreter.

Lives on the west side.

So, our suspect is a white male, about 5
'10", in his 30s with a beard.

Great. He could be half the waiters in
this city. Well, David knew about

Spencer's storage through the grief
group and was completely obsessed with

game.

All that to recapture the joy he lost
when his sister died?

Yeah, I don't know if I buy that. This
guy loses his sister when he's a kid and

he just wakes up all these years later
and goes nuts?

Why are they doing this now? We think
it's because two weeks ago he invited

grief group to bar trivia.

No one showed up. Okay, so David felt
rejected, took his frustrations out on

of them, and now he's making us play
with him. And Spencer may only be his

victim. Wait a minute, I think I just
found the missing woman.

Sierra Schumann.

That's definitely her.

1459 Santa Monica Boulevard.

All right, hurry.

This is her place.

Looks like Sierra put up a fight.

Yeah.

Now, I'll rush CSU, but going through
all this is going to take time we don't

have, Martin.

That's weird.

What's weird?

Son of a... She would never put that
bookshelf there. The closet door would

banging into it all day.

Think it was moved?

Turn off the light.

You can't tell in the dark.

What's something that you can't see in
the dark that you can in the light?

Other than everything.

Tell.

Yeah.

Well, the word has a bunch of different
meanings, right?

To direct, like to tell someone what to
do, or to reveal, like a poker tell, or

to observe, like can you tell I'm mad?

Okay, how's this going to help us find
Sierra?

Here is an ASL interpreter.

Maybe that's why he chose her. You can't
tell in the dark means you can't talk

in the dark, right?

You know who can't talk in the dark?
People who are deaf because you have to

able to see sign language in order to
use it.

The dolls.

You see their hands?

They're all telling us something in sign
language.

C -O -S -1

-E.

What does it mean?

It's not a word.

Pico X1.

Pico in first.

There was an old art gallery there
closed a while ago.

Go see if someone opened it up. Go, go,
go, go.

Wait, listen.

Please, help.

She's locked inside.

I'll get our safe crackers to break her
out. Paramedics standing by.

She's been in there for 36 minutes.

However much oxygen is seeping into this
thing, it can't be much.

Sierra, this is Detective Karenick with
the LAPD.

I want you to try and stay calm. Are you
able to breathe in there?

Swat ETA is 45 minutes.

It's the arts.

That's the next game.

But what game?

Jack. The ball and metal things?

Yep. My dad hated that game. It's
probably why I loved it so much. The

different names all over the world. The
oldest one here being knuckle bones in

Central Asia. They use goat and sheep
bones as the game pieces.

Ten total.

Next in South Asia, it's called unjewel
cow, meaning five stones.

And finally, in Japan, they use bags
filled with beans, specifically seven

of beans. So it's one ball, ten bones,
five stones, and seven bags of beans.

That's got to be the combination.

One, ten, five.

Okay, it's okay. I got you. I got you. I
got you.

You're okay. You're okay. You're okay.

Just breathe.

You know, I think this is the first time
I've ever heard you mention your

father. Probably the last.

Fair enough.

So, Jax, huh?

One day in second grade, at recess, a
group of kids invited me to come play

them, which was a really big deal for
me. And it was so fun, and I was so

and I couldn't wait to go home and tell
my dad about it.

Big mistake.

Why? Because it wasn't shogi or chess.
It was jacks. A simple game for

simpletons. He said those kids weren't
worthy of my intellectual acumen. He has

HPI, too. So the next day when they
asked me to play again, I told them why

couldn't, and...

It didn't go well. I bet.

Yeah, it quickly spread around the
school that I thought I was smarter than

everyone else, and that began the
nightmare that was my next four years.

I'm sorry.

Not your fault.

All right, I've had officers assigned to
every member of the grief group.

Daphne can watch my back.

I always do. Lieutenant, I'm afraid he's
not going to stop until he gets a win.

Maybe we should cancel the gala.

No. Nice try, though.

Tonight's not just about major crimes.

It's a chance to celebrate law
enforcement across the entire city, and

going to let this sicko push us around.

All right?

We're going to put our dancing shoes on,
and we're going to have a good time.

Keep calm.

What are you doing?

Hold on a sec.

Where's Pluto? What's happening? Why are
you guys being weird?

Most of Chloe's college tuition.

Just kidding.

We haven't started saving yet, but we
will.

This is so sweet.

And concerning.

We know the police gala tonight's a big
deal, and we know you didn't have time

to shop, so everyone chipped in.

Are you serious?

You guys... I don't know what to say.

Don't say anything. Just try to fun.
Come on.

Hurry.

Don't look at the price chart.

so don't take them off. I will not be
taking anything off.

I got these.

Wow.

My kid knows me well.

Yes, she does.

You let her drive to the mall, didn't
you? I did.

You, uh, you want to talk about it?

Whatever it is?

Was it obvious?

No, no, no.

Oh, this case.

It's just different than the rest.

Why's that?

The person we're trying to catch is kind
of brilliant. Okay, but so are you.

Yeah, but I don't know how to think like
somebody who would do all of this.

Hmm.

Okay.

Unless you want to try on dresses.

No, no. I hope one of them's a winner
and only one.

Thank you. Get out. Unless you want me
to... I don't. I've seen it before.

Twice. And a half.

Oh, my God.

Ronnie. Damn.

Wow, this place is a lot nicer than your
last spot. Thanks for coming by.

You really splurged.

What, I can't have nice things now?

Oh, look at you. You got all dressed up
just for me. This is for this year's

police gala. Remember when we used to go
to those? Oh, yeah. Yeah, I remember

you hating them. And me always looking
just a little bit sharper than you. Mm

-hmm. Well, it's never too late to
rewrite history.

No, I may or may not have looked into
some things on your behalf, and anything

share didn't come from me.

Say less. I got it. You were never here.

Okay, so what'd you find?

Lila Flynn was an undercover field agent
for the FBI.

What? Yeah, it was way before my time at
the Bureau, but she handled all kinds

of cases, most of which are classified.
Still? Mm -hmm.

What else?

She was murdered 15 years ago.

Shot in her own backyard, execution
style.

Unsoft, ice cold. But one of the last
cases she was working on involved Roman

Sincana. Yeah.

He dropped off the grid shortly after
her death, but I did a deep dive, and

nothing turned up.

Except this.

Read and burn.

Excuse me.

Ladies, I'm looking for Selena Soto and
Daphne Forrester. Have you seen them

around? Haha, very funny.

Oz fashion the blue lady gun?

He has got to spend less time with his
personal grooming. I'm gonna call him.

I'll be right back.

Morgan's not here yet either.

I'm pretty sure she'll be easy to spot
when she shows up.

How you feeling?

You alright?

little anxious.

I wish we would have caught our guy
before all of this, but we'll catch him

enough. Yeah, we will.

How are you feeling?

Oh, better. Now that I've got some fresh
intel on the Roman investigation.

From who?

Ah. Yeah.

And? And it turns out Roman was working
as an FBI informant. I'll download you

on all the details later, but for now, I
just need to know I've got your

blessing to press ahead.

Of course.

I'll talk to her.

Good luck.

You look absolutely stunning.

Thank you.

Yeah. My daughter did it.

Can I buy you a drink?

Are they not free?

Yeah, I believe they are.

Still isn't answering his phone. It just
keeps going to voicemail.

That sounds like him. He lives nearby.
I'm going to go check in on him. All

right. Okay. Be careful. I will.

You know, we have come a long way, you
and me.

Have we? Mm -hmm.

Yeah. When you consider it started out
with you tampering with evidence and

getting thrown in jail for taking a
swing at an officer.

I'd say so. All right, well, for the
record, I was cleared of all charges,

helped solve that case. Yes, and then
you went on to solve about a dozen more

cases after that.

Once we put this joker wannabe away,
we're going to solve a bunch more cases.

And one of them will be Romans.

Maureen, listen, I want you to let me
handle things with Gio from now on.

What? No.

No. I know how much this means to you.

That's why it matters to me, too. Well,
that's sweet. I appreciate that. But he

was very clear he doesn't want to deal
with cops. It has to just be me.

No. It's too dangerous.

Morgan, guys like Gio, they are
unpredictable.

You need to think about what you're
risking.

No.

I will play this the right way.

I'll get exactly what we need from Gio.

I know what I'm doing. You need to stop
worrying about me, okay? All right.

Pardon me.

Trust me.

Okay?

He wants to meet at his hotel at 9 a .m.
tomorrow.

Okay. Got it.

And I do believe someone just walked in
and was looking to see you.

Catch you later.

You made it.

I did.

Well, if you're not all danced out.

I'm never all danced out.

Everything okay?

I'm not leaving until we find Oz. None
of us are.

Morgan, what are you thinking?

I'm thinking this puzzle sucks.

Well, maybe there is no puzzle. We
didn't leave many clues behind. She

have left enough clues for it to be
solved. Otherwise, it wouldn't be a

Marco. Polo. Marco Polo's the kid's
game. I know. Marco Polo. And also, Oz's

was silk. Marco Polo was one of the most
well -known people to travel the Silk

Road. That doesn't narrow it down.
There's like a million poles in Los

I know. What about the notes? Maybe
there's some hidden wordplay in them.

maybe.

All the fonts are different.

What did you say? The fonts on each
note, they're all different.

Maybe that means something.

Yes. Yes, Daphne. Okay, give me the
names of all of the fonts in the order

which we receive the notes.

Okay, Romana, Haptic Scripts, Alicana,
Kiln Sands, and Avant Garde.

It's an acrostic.

It's a new word made by taking the first
letters of all the other words. R -H -O

-K -A.

Roca?

Roca, yes.

Before Ava was born, her dad and I used
to sneak into open houses for free

champagne and snacks.

One of them was designed by an architect
named J .R. Rocha. All right, Daphne,

how many houses can we find from this
guy? It looks like there's a few in Los

Angeles. How many have pools?

The house Rocha designed in Encino. Just
the one? Yes.

Encino, that's got to be it. Go!

Go!

We've got to split up and find the pool.
We'll take the back.

Over here!

I've... I got him!

Come on. What?

No bubbles means he's out of air.

Oh, come on, come on, man.

How you feeling, Oz?

Better than I look.

Always got to be the center of
attention, huh?

Can't help myself.

Don't you dare scare us like that again.

You hear me?

I'll do my best, Lieutenant.

Let's get CSI to comb every inch of this
house.

Stay here.

You're riding with me.

Hey, Morgan.

Back when I was a rookie, one of my
first calls was a possible drowning.

in Laurel Canyon.

Little girl, eight years old, seconds
away from not making it, just like me.

Well, all that matters is that you did
both make it.

Yeah.

You okay?

If... If I can't get over nearly losing
a stranger, how am I supposed to get

over losing one of the most important
people in my life?

Your dad.

I guess I got some things to sort out.

Hey.

We all do.

What do you want? I'm a friend of
Morgan's. Yeah, you know, a friend of

I'm also LAPD. I know who you are. Now
get your hands off the door before I

it shut. You asked her to meet you here
today alone. Why?

Answer my question. Hey, what were you,
boys?

Okay?

Daddy, what's wrong?

Hey, buddy.

Up there.

Okay?

I'm just talking to my friend here.

Hi. Hey, I'm going back to bed, okay?
When you get up.

Make some pancakes.

Huh? Yeah. All right.

Maybe we should go talk somewhere else.
No, we're done talking. Do you have any

idea what I went through to help that
lady? I asked her to come here so I

give her something. That's it.

Okay? Don't reach out to me again
because I am not doing this anymore.

I already have a target on my back. Now
I got one on my chest. I don't need my

kid visiting me in a cage. Or worse.
Understand?

So tell me this, Gio. Why did you offer
to help Morgan in the first place?

You know, maybe on some level I
misjudged you. Last thing I want is for

bad to happen to you or to your family.

But before I leave, I'm going to ask you
one last time to do the right thing.

For Morgan.

What else do you have on Roman?

Come on.

The house belongs to Charles and
Jacqueline Peck. who have been in their

vacation home in Cape Cod for the last
two months. But they have a son, David

Roy Peck, 38 years old. And David's twin
sister, Casey, died when they were 10

years old.

Now, the Pecks have been estranged from
their son since he was 18, but that was

the home that David and Casey grew up
in. Do we have a current photo of David

Peck yet? Nothing from the DMV, no known
work history, no social media, but

we're working on it. When you get that
photo, I want it plastered on every

news channel tonight.

Understood? All right. Now, until this
guy is in custody and it's all hands on

deck, let's get to work, people.

Do you guys know how many family
vacations we've been on?

Define vacation.

Yeah, does our trip to West Covina
count? Our carburetor blew and we had to

in a Motel 6.

Oh, but I had a pool.

Oh, and free breakfast. That's true.

It did, but no, that doesn't count.

Then zero. Right.

Zero. It's all about to change.

Really? Yes. We're going on vacation.

Don't know where yet.

Tahiti. Whoa.

I do like the sun part of that.

Chloe's starting to look a bit like a
jellyfish.

Any chance we could add the land of fire
to the wish list?

I don't even want to know.

How's our lunch on?

Oh, but Lichtenstein's a close second.

This escalated quickly.

Oh. Oh.

Making a run for it.

Terrible joke.

Pretty funny.

Early Thanksgiving?

Uh, pot pies. Oh, that was my favorite
when I was a kid. You guys were very

lucky.

I'm heading in. I'll take this for you.
Thank you.

Have a good day.

That's it?

What's it?

Your floor game is a work. Get in the
car.

You gotta work on that.

Yeah.

Tahiti. Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on. We're
not... Okay, and she walked away.

She lost her marbles. We're not going to
Tahiti. You know what I was thinking?

Something like the Grand Canyon or
Central Oregon.

I haven't done that.

I appreciate the gesture, but Ava and I
are too old for this game, and Chloe's

going to need a couple more years.

Found a photo of David Roy Peck from DUI
in Connecticut from two years ago.

This is our guy?

Looks like the sketch was a little off.

Maybe not.

What do you mean?

I just spoke with a rehab facility in
upstate New York where David Roy Peck

been in lockdown for the past four
months.

How is that possible?

Whoever's playing games with us, it
isn't David Roy Peck. Well, then who the

hell is this guy?

Hello?

Morgan, I know where he is.

What are you talking about?

Roman. He's alive.