All language subtitles for High.Potential.S02E16.WEB

Hey, buddy.

Updates on Willa Quinn?

Still keeping a low profile
since she landed in LA.

I checked with county.

She tried to visit
Erik Hayworth in jail
two days ago.

You were right to put her on
the restricted visitors' list.

-They turned her away.
-I'm sure she loved that.

Let's put Hayworth
in protective custody.

You think she'd
send an inmate after him?

I don't know what
that woman would do.

Hayworth mentioned her
in Roman Sinquerra's abduction.

I'm sure she wants
to silence him.

Let's not give her a chance.

What about our wiretap?
Are we up yet?

I put in the request,
but the DA's dragging
their feet as usual.

-I'll stay on them.
-Captain Wagner also
pulled some strings

and got a surveillance detail
on her hotel.

They're keeping track
of who's coming and going.

Nothing notable yet,
but they'll keep us posted.

Ooh, in the meantime,
duty calls.

Body spotted on a building
in Mid-City.

-You mean in a building?
-No, on.

Multiple 911 calls
about it dangling off the side.

I'll text you the address
and have Morgan meet you there.

This building is...

I don't know
what this building is.

Looks like somebody
dropped some spaghetti
on the blueprints

and just kind of went with it.

Hmm. Tyler Villanueva,
24, extensive rap sheet.

Hmm. Let me guess. Vandalism?

-Looks like
he's been busy, huh?
-Yeah, blunt force trauma.

Vic was hit with
a hard cylindrical object

before he fell.
Not sure what yet.

Been dead for a few hours,
so killed early this morning.

They found him hanging
off the side of the building?

Witnesses spotted him caught on
an architectural feature there.

Unis think he was two floors up
when he was struck,
fell over a balcony.

Poor guy.

Ready to take a look?

You said a cylindrical object
to the head, right?

I don't think spray cans
are hard enough to cause
that kind of damage.

-Wow. This is very--
-Disgusting.

Mmm. No, I was gonna say
cool because it's art.

Vandalism is not art, Morgan.

It's a misdemeanor
and misdemeanors are not cool.

Right. Yeah, no, totally right,
misdemeanors are not cool.

You never painted over anything
when you were a kid?

Right, I forgot.
You weren't a kid
when you were a kid.

Man, it is hot in here, huh?

No wonder Tyler tagged
at night.

Well,
it's an abandoned building.
That means no utilities.

You can't just turn on the AC.

Hey, we've got blood over here.

Looks like
the vic was struck here,
fled his assailant that way,

probably disoriented,
already losing blood,

hit the ledge and went over.

Sound about right?

This is the last piece
Tyler was working on
before he got killed.

The colors match the paint
on his hands.

Defunct.
Must be his tagger name.

Mm-hmm.
Yeah, but check this out.

This is not Tyler's.

He was ragging somebody else's
work before he got killed.

-What's ragging?
-Ragging, capping,
painting over.

-Ah. Roman, huh?
-Mm-hmm.

Yeah, the LA graffiti scene is
how he got his start
as a muralist.

He said that taggers
live by a code.

Does that code mean some
spray paint can get you killed?

Well,

if the tagger does
some quick line work
and somebody rags it,

- not a big deal.
- Oh.

But if the artist
did line work, and started
to add some shading

and then somebody
paints over it,

not cool, but also
not the end of the world.

But painting over
a completed piece
that took time and skill...

that's a problem.

And that could get violent.

Or in this case, deadly.

Okay, well, I'll have forensics
process this area,

and tell everybody
else what we're thinking.

Yeah, okay,
I'll see you when you land.

Morgan and Karadec are coming
back from the crime scene.

The victim was a tagger,
went by the name Defunct.

Sadly prophetic.

Yeah, and they think the killer
might be a rival artist.

You got a name of the rival?

Not yet, just some graffiti
they left behind.

The gang unit
keeps a graffiti binder

to track activity
throughout the city.

I'll put in a call.

Hello, Selena.

Catch you at a bad time?

I wonder how long
Soto's gonna let her
sweat in there.

She look like
she's sweating to you?

We're gonna
figure out the connection
between Willa and Roman.

We just don't have
the answers yet.

No, we certainly don't.

So, maybe we're asking
the wrong questions.

Ah, Morgan.
Whatever you're thinking
about doing, don't.

She's not under arrest.
There's no reason I can't
speak to her.

I know that this is
extremely frustrating,

but you need
to let Soto handle this.

Any luck on the binders?

- Flagged a few
that could be the tagger--
- But they're not.

-You sure?
-Yeah, I flipped through it.

Tagger styles are
very specific. Letter shape,
spray speed.

Our guy's not in there.

If we want to find that guy,
we need someone connected
to the graffiti scene.

Taggers aren't known
to help the cops.

I know someone who will.
I already called her.

I know.
I know it's hard for you
to take a back seat on this.

Hayworth didn't pull her name
out of nowhere. She knows
what happened to Roman.

You're right,
and I have a plan. Trust me.

I hope our interrogation room
isn't too unpleasant.

Our ballroom is
being renovated.

A room's a room.

So, what brings you to LA?

Well, after what you told me
in New York, I had to come
and clear my good name.

Is that right?

If Erik Hayworth is
making accusations against me,

I need to get
to the bottom of it.

I need to clear it up
and put it to bed.

Well, Mr. Hayworth
is unavailable.

Yeah. So I noticed.

So, I come with an offer.

You told me
that you had an old case,
a missing person, um...

Roman Sinquerra.

Well, I have contacts
and I can help you.

And then we both get
what we want. You get Sinquerra

and I... I get to prove
that I had nothing to do
with whatever happened to him.

See, I think that you're scared
that we'll get to him first

and that you won't be
able to make sure
that he's gone forever.

Trust me, Selena,
you want me as a friend.

I have enough friends.
Thank you.

Including Erik Hayworth
these days.

He's been very cooperative.

You remember that BlackBerry

I found
in Roman Sinquerra's backpack?

I told you
my techs were working on it.

We pulled these messages
off of it.

They're in some sort of code,

so we can't really
read them just yet,

but the days and the times

match the night
that Roman disappeared,

like they're instructions.
See that?

So, I put a call in to the DA.

They're setting up a talk
with me and my new friend,
Erik Hayworth.

I'm pretty sure
he'll help us read them.

Wow.

Now I'm invested.

So, do tell me
how that all goes for you.

And if you change your mind
about working together,
let me know.

Offer still stands.

I am free to leave, right?

This time.

What is she doing? Wait,
she's just gonna let her go?

Hey! Hey! We are not done here.

-Morgan, calm down.
-Don't tell me
to calm down, okay?

-Morgan!
-Let go of me!

-This is your plan?
-Morgan!
As a matter of fact, yes,

I needed to see her face,
and now I'm sure
Willa Quinn is scared.

And with Hayworth's help,
we're about to find out why.

Make anything of them?

No.

Well, Soto will
get it out of Hayworth
when she talks to him.

Hey, we're close.

- Hmm.
- Mmm.

That's a fancy restaurant.

That's Lucia's favorite.
We're celebrating.

She put in an offer on a house
in Lafayette Park,

and the seller
just accepted it.

Wow,
that's a good school district.

- Think she'd mind
if my family moved in?

Unless she's already planning
on maybe having a roommate
one day?

-Well, we talked about it.
-What?

Okay.

You guys have been
back together for, like,
five minutes.

Isn't that kind of
rushing things a little bit?

I said we talked about it.
That's it.

But if that changes,
you'll be the first to know.

I don't need to be
the first to know.

You might want to notify
your utility companies.

Nicole, hi.

Aw.

-Morgan.
-It's so good to see you.

God, it has been forever.
Last time I saw you, you were
pregnant with your daughter.

Ava. She's 16 now.

-Sixteen?
It doesn't seem possible.
-Ah. Tell me about it.

- And you know what else?
- Hmm?

She's an artist as well.

Like her dad.

- Yeah, like her dad.
- Aw.

Uh, Nicole Heisler,
this is Detective Adam Karadec.

-Nice to meet you.
-Nice to meet you.

Nicole is
a professor of urban art,

but when I met her, she went
by the name Nicole-Angelo.

-I was hoping
you'd forgotten that.
-It's a tough one to forget.

-Thank you for coming in.
-Yeah.

We wanted to see if you could
help us identify a tagger.

This is what our victim was
working on when he was killed.

Wait, Defunct is dead?

-You knew him?
-I knew his work.

He was an up-and-comer
in this scene.

Well, the piece we're actually
interested in is the one
that he was painting over.

Do you recognize that style?

Um, well, you see the flares,
and the drip marks
along the side?

They're as unique
as a signature.

Yeah, Psyclops.
Half of these are Psyclops.

And if I am remembering right,

he and Defunct had beef, ragged
over each other's work before.

-Do you know
Psyclops' real name?
-Sorry, I don't.

Well, if these
are all Psyclops's,
I know where he works.

These paint cans are all
from the same store.

Well, how do you know
the guy worked there
and wasn't just a customer?

Well, anyone on a budget knows

that dented food cans
get restocked and resold
at a discount.

Same goes for dented
spray paint cans

unless the dent is
along the seam because
then they could explode.

These are safe
because they're empty,

but these cans really
should have gone back
to the wholesaler,

so Psyclops didn't buy them
from the store,

he intercepted them
because he worked there.

Hmm.

-What?
-Nothing.

It's just,
I'm surprised you're working
with the police.

You seem happy.

I like it.

Well, you know, free coffee.

-Hey, order yourself something.
-No, I'm good.

I see the cigars and bacon
haven't killed you yet.

Which one
do you think will get me first?

Look, Dad,
I got a job to get back to,

and you don't summon me
unless you need something.

So, what's up?

I've asked the city council
to launch a panel
to look into corruption.

You? That's rich.

I'm considering
a run for Senate,
so I'll be the face of it.

It plays well with the voters.

Yeah, that makes more sense.

I've heard
about this Morgan Gillory,

consultant of yours, right?

I think she'd be perfect
for it.

Full benefits,
opportunity for advancement.

I'm sure we could
pay her a little bit more than
what LAPD's giving her.

Wait, wait a second.
You want to offer her a job?

Yeah, she's smart,
problem solver.

Won't take no for an answer.
Perfect.

And you know a hundred people
who fit that description.

Why are you looking
at someone from my squad?

I touch a nerve there, Nicky?

Come on, Son, you and I both
know that she's special. Hmm?

I also know that she's not
gonna wanna work with you.

Well, how about
we let her decide that.

Present her
with the opportunity.

Are you asking me to do this,
or are you telling me?

Ah, you're a big boy.
I'm sure you'll do what's
best for everyone.

Oh, wow.

That's just, wow.

I had to wear a Hawaiian shirt
and jorts the summer I worked
at Knott's Berry Farm.

This is much worse.

-Can I see a picture? Please.
-No, God, no.

Excuse me? Hey, we're looking
for someone that works here.

He goes by the name
of Psyclops. Do you know him?

Police, move!

How is he moving so fast
with that stupid costume?

Stop!

You got about two feet of foam
sticking out from behind
that dumpster, genius.

Come on out.

Damn it, I didn't do anything.

Yeah, well,
tell that to Tyler Villanueva.

Who?

Defunct.
He was killed this morning.

Someone killed Defunct?
Yo, I didn't have anything
to do with that.

Really? Your rival just
so happened to get murdered

while he was painting
over your work?

We were rivals,
but we called a truce.

-We were working
a job together.
-What kind of job?

That weird building, EnCase.

We were being paid to tag it.

These pictures
make you pretty upset,
huh, Anton?

How would you feel
if someone drew on one
of your parking tickets,

or whatever you cops
care about?

Well, I can tell you
we wouldn't kill anyone for it.

I didn't kill the guy.
Like I said,

me and Defunct had a truce
'cause we were both hired
to tag that building.

-Okay, so who hired you?
-I don't know.

Someone.
I didn't even get a name.
I never met the guy.

- Nothing.
- -We're gonna need more than that.

Why do you smell
like an ashtray?

-Oh, sorry,
I had lunch with the command.
-In an ashtray?

I got nothing for you.

You took a job
from an anonymous client
to tag a building?

Guys like me and Defunct throw
our work on online forums.

A couple months back,
I saw a post offering
to pay taggers to cover EnCase.

Wait, someone posted
a criminal-want ad?

I thought it might be the cops,
but it said the building
was abandoned,

there'd be no security,
and they're paying in crypto
to keep both sides anonymous.

So, I DM back.

-Seems like a pretty big risk.
-In case you forgot,

I work as a dancing hammer.
I needed the cash.

Turns out the gig was legit.
I got paid,

and as far as I knew,
me and Defunct were good.

You mind telling us
where you were between
5:00 and 7:00 this morning?

At my girlfriend's
in Yorba Linda, two hours away.

Oh, and your girlfriend
would never lie for you?

She might,
but I'm guessing your boys
at Highway Patrol wouldn't.

Yeah, they pulled me over
leaving there on my way
to work. Ask them.

I never thought the cops
would get me out of trouble.

Why would someone pay people
to tag that one building?

To try to cover up
as much of it as possible?

Well, it doesn't look like
the owners are gonna be
any help.

It says here
they're a Hong Kong consortium.

They ran out of money
three years ago and haven't
been heard from since.

How consortium of them.

-What are you looking for?
-The architect.

It takes a lot of time
and planning to design
a building like that.

They can't have been thrilled
at the new paint job.

-Does this job ever get to you?
-What do you mean?

Working at Major Crimes,
dealing with murder all day.

Yeah, I mean,

it doesn't help that I can
remember absolutely everything,
but I like it.

-Why? Trying to fire me again?
-Oh, maybe the opposite.

City council's starting
an anti-corruption panel,
and your name came up.

Clearly they haven't
seen me help myself
in the bulk foods aisle.

You've been
an asset here, but it sounds
like a great opportunity.

Well, thank you very much,
but I'm not looking
for an opportunity.

You should think about it.
It's a 9:00 to 5:00--

Okay, why are you trying
to push this job on me?
You want to get rid of me?

Of course not.

Council's just asked me
to pass along the offer.

Okay, great. You did it.
You passed it along.

Can we, uh, get back to the job
that I like doing? Thank you.

Okay, Gerald Lee.

"EnCase is the culmination
of years of work."
Blah, blah, blah, blah.

"An inseparable part
of my soul." Oh, come on.

Well, if anybody has
thoughts on that graffiti,
it could be him.

Thanks for coming in, Mr. Lee.

We assume you heard
about what happened
at the EnCase building?

Yeah, it's awful. Um...

I feel so guilty.

-The way I first reacted.
-Why? How'd you react?

My first thought wasn't
about the man who was killed.

I... worried what would happen
to my building.

Makes sense.
You poured a tremendous amount
of time and energy into it.

Yeah. There's nothing like it
in the world.

The beams on the outside
make the support structure
part of the design.

That's why I named it EnCase.

Did you know the taggers were
hired to deface the building?

-You're kidding?
-You didn't know?

Who would pay someone
to do that?

That's what we were hoping
you could tell us.

I had no idea.

I mean,
the building has its critics.

-Some people didn't get it.
-Really?

But if all that graffiti
was some kind of critique?

-Joke's on them.
-Why is that?

EnCase is finally
going to get finished.

Until a few weeks ago,
the only people interested
were developers

who wanted to tear it down
for the land.

-That couldn't have felt good.
-You're right, it didn't.

But all that graffiti
tanked the value.

Someone swooped in

-and bought it
in a private sale.
-Private sale?

That means the name
of the buyer isn't public.
Well, any chance you know it?

I can... I can try
and do some digging.

Yeah,
or you could just tell us.

See, I think you know
who the buyers are.

You just don't want us to know
'cause they're about to finish
your building.

We read about
how important this building is
for your career, Mr. Lee,

but if that buyer
had something to do
with Tyler Villanueva's murder

and you protect them,
that's accessory.

So, unless you want to read
about your grand opening
from prison,

you might want to think
about coming up with that name.

Mrs. Latmore,

-I'm Detective Karadec,
and this is--
-Finally.

Brad, the police are here!

You're here about the graffiti?

Um... Actually, yes.

-Subtle.
-My husband called
a few days ago

when it happened. We thought
you guys weren't coming.

My apologies.
It's the first we're hearing.

It's definitely Defunct.

Meaning he was here just before
he died and looking to collect.

-Wait, someone died?
-What's this about?

Well, this is about
your friend, Defunct.

Who?

The guy who wants you
to pay up.

The thing is, Mr. Latmore,
we're here

because your employer,
Rabner Hughes Industries,

just bought
the EnCase building.

And you are
their Head of Acquisitions.

Mm-hmm. Now, we were planning
to ask if you'd hired Defunct

and another tagger
to deface the building,

but seeing this,
that's, uh, definitely a yes.

And you and Defunct got
into a dispute over the money.

Yeah, one sec.
Your husband hasn't been
telling you the truth,

and the reason the police
never showed up is because
he didn't call 'em. Go ahead.

What happened? Defunct tried
to shake you down for extra,
so you killed him?

I... I didn't kill anyone.

Rabner Hughes wanted EnCase,

and if I didn't deliver,
I was out, but the owner
wouldn't budge on the price.

So, you hired the taggers
hoping their graffiti would
drive the price down.

Okay. And did Rabner Hughes
pay for that?

No, I got the money
out of our girls' college fund.

-What?
-Oh, my.

So, if you paid him,
what's with the garage door?

Well, the plan worked
faster than expected
and I tried to prorate.

Then he came by the house
and I paid him out.
You can see both transfers.

Ma'am?

Second payment's before Defunct
was killed. Brad had no motive.

-Any idea how
he found your house?
-Uh, I think I can answer that.

You sent him a screenshot
of your bank balance.

Did he want to make sure
you had the money?

Yeah, you had
your location turned on.
Just led him right to you.

-My mother was right.
-Sandy--

Get in the house, Brad.

Starting to feel
like Defunct wasn't killed

over anything to do
with the tagging.

We should head back
to the building, maybe he
walked in on something else.

Okay, so Defunct
ragged Psyclops in there.

He got bashed
right around here.

What did he see?

Why is it still so hot in here?
My pits are blasting.

Uh... Karadec.

That wasn't here before.

I think I see a propane torch.

And multiple propane tanks.

I've got to shut it off.

No. Karadec, wait! Stop, stop!

There's gasoline in that glove.
The whole place is
gonna blow up.

-The glove?
-Yes.

- Gasoline
dissolves latex.

That glove is basically just
a-- a slow fuse, and when
it finally eats through...

Morgan, get out of here.

-Well-- What are you doing?
-Hey.

There's still time
to turn it off.

I'm right behind you. Go.

Uh.

Come on. Come on.

Ah!

No!

Oh, God! There you are.
Are you crazy?

You're right. I... I...
I have to call this in.

- You okay? You okay?
- I... ...Huh?

Oh, my God!

-Yeah... I am okay.
-Oh, no, no, no. Karadec.

-911. What's your emergency?
-I'm okay.

I got you. Oh... I got you.

- 911.
What's your emergency?
- Oh, no. No.

Okay.

Officer down.

Morgan?

Mm-mmm.
I'll give you one more guess.

-Lucia. I... Ow.
-Easy, easy, Adam.

-I didn't mean...
-I know you didn't.

You look incredible.

Dinner. Lucia, I'm so sorry.

No, no, no.
There's no reason to be sorry.

You're okay,
that is all that matters.

Oh. Can you at least
put some avocado on it?

No apple juice.
Throw that right in the trash.
He needs protein.

Wait, bring him avocado toast
and just all the meats
you have, okay?

He's a big meat guy.

Oh.

Sorry to interrupt. Lucia.

Uh, hi, you look hot.

You don't. You look bad.

You almost got your head
blown off, you moron.

-I'm glad you're okay.
-Thanks.

- What... What is this?
- It's a gallbladder.

You know,
the hospital gift shop.
It was that or a uterus.

Right choice.

Is this--

Chocolate chip cookie with all
the chocolate chips picked out.

And yes,
I washed my hands thoroughly
before I jumped in there.

Why not just a sugar cookie?

It's not the same thing.

Was anyone else hurt
in the explosion?

Just a little cracked
concrete on one side.

-So the building's
still standing?
-Mm-hmm.

Thanks to us, we got there
and called it in on time.

Were they able to...

Okay. It's time
to get some sleep, okay?

-Uh-huh.
-All right.

-Here.
-Oh. Thanks.

Yeah.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

It's just dating a cop,
you know this kind of thing
can happen,

but you're never ready for it.

Yeah.

Before I got the call,
I was, um, sitting
in the restaurant alone

and, uh, I had this flashback,
what it was like before.

Adam getting wrapped up
in a case

and forgetting our plans.

Forgetting about me.

-But that didn't happen.
-No, he's different now,
and I...

I think you had something
to do with that change.

Well, I think just
after a whole day with me,
he's ready to go home.

It's just
so hard to see him like this.

You know,
he is the careful one.

-I'm the more leap
before you look type.
-Same.

-You know, last year,
I was in the ER.
-Really?

Mm-hmm.

I took a shortcut through
the park and slammed my bike

into a statue
of George Washington

and took a hoof to the elbow.

-Oh.
-See that?

-Hoof elbow. The worst.
-Mm-hmm.

Awful.

I'm gonna check on Adam.

Thanks for being there for him,
Morgan.

You're a really good friend.

All right.

How's he doing?

They're gonna keep him
a couple days for observation,

but he's gonna be just fine.

So things have gone
from a little graffiti

to someone trying to burn
down the whole building.

They sure did.

And it's looking like
the killer and the arsonist
are the same guy.

ME thinks one
of those propane tanks
is the murder weapon.

The shape of the cylinder
matches Defunct's head wound.

So the arsonist and Defunct
run into each other.

Mm-hmm. The first time this guy
tried to set the fire,

Defunct saw him,
so the arsonist killed him.

Problem was
Defunct ended up dangling
off the side of a building,

so the killer left
and then came back later.

Forensics, they're still trying
to lift prints and DNA off

what's left of the tanks,
but it's gonna take time.

So who would wanna
take it down?

Uh, anybody with eyeballs.
Very ugly building.

But we were wondering
the same thing. We talked
to Gerald Lee, the architect,

he talked about that
building like it was his baby.

Unlikely he would
want to destroy it.

Same with
Rabner Hughes Industries.

I mean, they bought it
to fill it with tenants.

Still wouldn't hurt
to ask Lee or Brad Latmore...

...just to see what their
thoughts are on the subject.

It's Wagner.

He is checking on Karadec
and seeing if he can help out
with the case.

-Give it a thumbs down?
-Take him up on it.

Bring him along
on the requestion of Latmore.

And you two,
go talk to the architect.

Sure, but only because Soto
is making me say sure.

Sent.

You know that job
you mentioned?

If the offer still stands,
I think I'm interested.

-Really?
-Yeah.

Better hours, better pay,
less murder.

Like you said, I should
at least consider it, right?

No, you shouldn't.

Why not?

Because you'd be working
for my father.

He's spearheading the panel,
and the only reason
why he wants you

is because he wants to use
you to make him look good.

I'm sorry, Morgan.

Obviously,
this is your decision to make,

but you shouldn't be making
one without all the facts.

And I'm... I apologize.

I should have been
up-front from the start.

Yeah, you really should have.

Then I wouldn't have had
to figure it out for myself,
which I did.

Of course you did.

You mentioned city council,
your dad's on it.

It wasn't exactly
a Christopher Nolan movie.

So you're not interested
in the job?

No.

I just wanted to see
if you'd be honest with me.

It took me a little
longer than it should have.

But you got there.

Thank you.

This panel's important
to your dad, right?

How's he gonna feel
about me turning him down?

Honestly, Morgan,
I couldn't care less.

You again.

-You're new.
-Brad Latmore.

-Captain Wagner.
-My wife took the kids.

They're staying with her mom,
so thanks for that.

Thank me? Okay, all those
stupid things you did,
that's my fault?

-What are you, one of my kids?
-Mind if we take this inside?

Yeah.

We wanted to buy EnCase,
not level it.

That whole neighborhood's
coming up 'cause they're
putting in a new rail line.

Rents are gonna go
through the roof.

Any idea who
would wanna burn it?

We found evidence
of an arson attempt inside.

Really?
Maybe we should have waited to pull the trigger.

The price would be lower now.

-I'm joking.
-Hilarious.

Hey, you know
your model's wrong?

It doesn't match
the real thing.
It's rotated 90 degrees.

Oh, yeah, I think
the original clients asked

for that change
at the last minute.

The beams on the outside

make the support structure
part of the design.

That's why
I named it EnCase.

Man, it is hot in here, huh?

No wonder Tyler tagged
at night.

Have you ever been
inside the building, Brad?

-No.
-Tell you what,
it's real hot in there.

-Hey, you're gonna break it.
-No, I probably won't.

But even if I did,
Sandy's gonna get it, right?

The way it is positioned now,

the side that gets the most sun
has a ton of concrete.

But the way you've got it,
the side that would

get the most sun doesn't
have that much concrete.

It's all glass and noodles or
whatever that's supposed to be.

That building's not
supposed to get hot.

Part of the design is
it's supposed to stay cool.

-That could be a problem.
-What kind of problem?

Well, I'm not an expert,

but that could
cause the whole structure
to come down.

Well, that sounds bad.

Just a quick update
on the case, please.

Shouldn't you be resting?

I can rest and listen.

-Where's Lucia?
-Sh-She stepped out.

Did you send her
on a pointless errand
so you could call us?

I sent her
to get me some water.

-Hydration is not pointless.
-Mm-hmm.

Can we get to the case, please?

You mean before she comes back
and catches you on the phone?

Yeah, you got it.

Uh, we're thinking that
whoever rigged that fire did it

to hide the fact
that the building was
about to fall down.

It's gonna come down?

Morgan and the Captain
got the building plans

from that exec you saw,
Brad Latmore.

We had the plans examined
by experts.

You remember we felt like
it was really hot in there?

It was right before
the building exploded

and you almost got
yourself killed like an idiot?

Yes, Morgan,
my memory is intact.

He gets crabby when he
doesn't get enough exercise.

I am begging you to go on.

Well, it turns out
the original clients decided

to rotate the building
at the last second.

They wanted the boss's
office to face the mountains.

The problem is they
rushed the plans through,

so now the side of the building
with the most concrete
got the most sun,

which made the building get
too hot, and that's not good.

Like any high-rise here in LA,

EnCase has earthquake
shock absorbers at its base.

They're called
seismic isolators.

But according to the experts
we talked to,

if those shock absorbers
get too hot,

they lose their flexibility,
and they don't work.

The way it is now,
any earthquake above a five,

and that building's
coming down.

And now that we know this,
we realize the fire
that you guys found

was specifically set up
to damage the concrete
on that side of the building.

Almost as if somebody
wanted to be able to redesign

one side of the building
without anybody asking why.

The architect.

- Lee.
- Exactly.

He must have
bumped into Defunct
while setting the fire.

- And he knew
he couldn't leave a witness.

His whole career was
hanging on the success
of EnCase.

This lets him fix the mistake,
save the building,
and avoid a scandal.

We've been trying to
reach Lee since yesterday.

Sent unis to his house,
his office.

-He's in the wind.
-Oh. Hey, I gotta go. Bye.

You were trying
to sneak in a call. He was.

So busted.

You said before
these new buyers,

it looked like the building
was gonna be torn down?

Yeah, that must be why Lee
felt the need to set the fire.

I mean, before that,
his problem was gonna
take care of itself.

And the debris
around the blowtorch
included spray cans, right?

You think he's trying
to make the fire look like
the taggers caused it?

Yeah, absolutely.
Those blowtorches are
the same ones the taggers use.

They help quick dry the paint
and control where the drips go.

We're guessing he checked
back to see if the fire worked,

and once he realized
we got there in time to prevent
more damage, he fled.

We've notified
all the travel authorities,

flagged his passport, car,
credit cards, bank accounts.

The last purchase he made
before we stopped it

was a sleeping bag
and a lantern.

But no food rations?

Hmm.

Go check out his house,
his office.

See if you can find any
clues to where he'd hide.

Do you really think
you can lay up there

and pretend I didn't just
see you get off the phone
with work?

I know you better than that.

And I know you better
than to think I can fool you.

Mm-hmm.

But I still might be
able to surprise you.

I think I owe you a date.

-Is this Arlo's?
-Hmm.

How did you get Arlo's?

I had it delivered.

-The nurses helped me
set it up.
-Oh.

Oh, also...

the best vintage I could find.

Ooh.

This is exquisite.

Is it Napa?

-Cafeteria.
-Oh.

Cheers.

Hmm.

I love you, Lucia.

I love you too, Adam.

I wonder what his dating
profile interests are. Himself?

Laptop needs a password.

I'll get it to TID,
see if they can crack it.

What you got there?

I think this is
what EnCase is made of.
It's called bendable concrete.

And it's not the first time
Lee's used it.

Is that important?

Uh, yeah. 'Cause I think
it just helped me figure out
where he's hiding.

He really loves
an ugly gray wall.

I think he's gonna find
prison aesthetically pleasing.

How did that brick tell you
where he'd be?

Oh, it's not a brick,
it's a miniature.

This guy kept every
single sketch he ever made

and every article that
was ever written about him.

Which... I mean, okay.

But one of the articles
was about how he had planned

for years to build EnCase
ever since the first time

he worked
with bendable concrete
when he was hired by a client

to build an underground bunker.

The sleeping bag
and the lantern.

Yes, that explains
why he didn't have to
stock up on food.

He knew the bunker
would be completely empty
except for a big food supply.

But how did this thing
tell you it was a bunker?

When we were
searching Lee's office,

I noticed a detail
on the miniature.

See the rectangle on the top?

It's a door.

Nicole.

-Hi.
-Hi.

Uh, Nicole Heisler.
This is my boss,
Lieutenant Soto.

I heard you were helpful
on the case.

I was glad
I could do something.

I got your message that
you caught Defunct's killer.

I've been talking to taggers
who knew him,

they wanted me to say thanks.

That's nice.

You didn't have to come
all the way down here
to do that though.

No. I also wanted
to give you something.
Really, it's for Ava.

Roman helped get me
out of the life.

He gave me that.

Wanted me to see the difference
a female artist could make.

I thought it might
inspire his daughter too.

She's really gonna love this.
Thank you.

You know, she also might really
love to talk to you sometime

if you want to try not
to let 16 more years go by

- before we bump
into each other.

Call me anytime.

I will. Thank you.

Hmm.

Oh, wait. No, no. You know
you can't keep that, right?

I'm not gonna keep it.
I'm just gonna borrow it.

I'm just gonna
swing by the hospital
and fill Karadec in, okay?

Good night.

Ms. Quinn.

You still in LA?

Yes, and I thought
I'd share some news.

I heard that the FBI took Erik
Hayworth into federal custody.

-Really? Nobody told me.
-Yeah, I just...

I just found out myself.

Apparently, they got a tip
that he had information
on an old murder.

FBI Agent Lila Flynn.

In other words,
you had Hayworth moved

somewhere I can't get to him,
but you can.

Oh, I'm sorry, dear,
I have to go. I'm just walking
into a meeting.

But I'm sure we'll speak soon.

Bye.

One second.

Hey, now.
That is a 30-year-old whiskey.

I guess I should know better
than to expect you
to ask politely.

-Hmm. You should.
-Good.

Hmm.

- And you're right,
it is a 30-year-old.

The owner of the club
is a client.

I bought him the bottle.

-So any word
from the prodigal son?
-Yes.

Nick is not sidelining
Morgan Gillory.

For the time being she's
staying at Major Crimes.

So there. I've done your errand
and I'm out.

Whatever you're doing,
you have to find another way.

Well...

do I need to remind you
that we're in this together?

And I know where
all your bodies are buried.

If I go down,
you're coming with me.

And you were right.

We are gonna have
to figure out another way.

Based upon
the French series "HPI -
Haut Potentiel Intellectuel"