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Oh, my God. She is
so cheating on him.

They've only been
married six months.

They seem fine.

They're not.

Couldn't you see, she didn't
look at him all night.

I guess I wasn't
paying attention.

Yeah, I guess not.

Why would I
pay attention?

It's their life.

No, it's not!

They're our
best friends.

Which means whatever
happens in their life...

Wayne?

MAN:
And cut!

MAN:
Okay, moving on.

Quickly, people. Quickly.

Is Number 1 traveling?

Okay.

I know, it's okay.

No.

We're gonna let Larry
deal with this.

Mr. Weinstock, um,
he's still in there.

Even after you gave him
that extra hour.

Damn it.

Fletcher.

Fletch?

Fletch? It's me-- coming in.

Come on, buddy.

Everybody's waiting.

Fletch?

Give saving the world
a break, okay...

Hey. Those aren't yours.

Are you sure?

I just took them
out of the dryer.

Uh, yeah. I'm sure.

Okay, but you don't...

Okay, great. They're yours.

You okay?

Um, not really.

I'm a manny for this family
on Park Avenue,

and it's my first day,
and I'm already screwing up.

I have no idea which
of these clothes are theirs.

What, you're a manny, but
you're, um, doing the laundry?

The washing machine broke,

and the maid told me to.

Oh. Mine, too. Well, the
washing machine-- that part.

I don't have a maid.

This is Cindy's. Why are you
trying to take my kids' clothes?

I'm sorry, I wasn't looking.
They got all mixed up.

Oh, no. I bought these for
my Christopher's fifth birthday.

$300. Get your hands off them.

I just washed those.

Whoa. You. Granny.

Those aren't yours, and you know
it. I'm a cop, so listen up.

I saw what you put into
your washing machine.

You had two sets of sheets,
a terrycloth robe,

three sets of pajamas,
five sheets.

No kids clothes.
Give them back. And you.

You did three loads--
all boys clothes.

And now you suddenly need
a $100 Dolce & Gabbana T-shirt

for your daughter Cindy?
Give it back.

You should not be, uh, putting
that in the wash, by the way.

That-that's more of
a dry clean only.

Well, what are you
all staring at?

Grown man doing his laundry
for the first time.

Big thing to see.

Whatever.
Go.

Wow. It's brutal in here.

Thank you.

Yeah, sure.

So, hey. Um,
can I take you out tonight?

Just to thank you
more thoroughly.

Aw, that's...

Can I be honest?

You're not really my type.

How do you know that?

Are these yours?

This kind of says it all.

You take those.
Have a nice day, okay?

Oh.

Hello?

Oh, hey, Al.

Even as the news sinks in,
it's hard to accept.

Fletcher Sayers, whose
self-proclaimed transformation

from party-hard bad boy

to dedicated
actor-slash-political activist

has been hotly debated,
is dead at 37.

MAN: All right,
we're moving to Stage 22.

Fletcher Sayers.

Perhaps you've
heard of him?

Yeah.

We went to one of his movies
on our second-ever date.

Oh, yeah.

The time-travel one.

Yep, April 17, 1999.

I thought you were
gonna try to...

kiss me in the
end credits.

Instead, you went to,
uh, check your meter.

What can I say?

I'm a romantic.

They said this was supposed
to be his big comeback.

Guess it won't be.

No obvious defensive wounds
or any other kind of struggle.

I'd say the cause of death

was the bullet wound

that perforated
his heart.

AL:
Any idea
what caliber?

WEBSTER: Well, from the size of
the wounds, I'm gonna say a .38.

Apparently, nobody
heard anything,

so he must have
used a silencer.

AL: Phone, wallet still here,
so obviously not a robbery.

WEBSTER:
This is weird. I have seen him
die a couple of times in movies.

This is hard to believe.

AL:
I know.

Anything?

His wife.

WEBSTER:
Amira Buery.

Uh, they met in France.

She's some kind
of human rights activist.

Uh, she's the only one
he could share his soul with.

Barbara Walters interview.

Huh. Though he did have
quite the reputation

for sharing in other ways.

The Star.

My dentist's waiting room.

That's just gossip.
He'd changed.

You're very cynical, Al.

Okay. He's a movie star.
We'll see.

The thing is--

we tried to get Fletch
down to the set earlier,

at, uh, 10:15.

But he wouldn't come
out of his dressing room.

So Mr. Weinstock went
and talked...
Larry Weinstock,
the producer?

Right. So Weinstock
worked it out

that he'd be back out

in time for the next setup.

We were set up for that
around 11:30.

He still wouldn't come out.

That's when we went back...

We found him.

So who had access
to these dressing rooms?

Oh, lots of people.

There's security checks
at all the gates,

and cameras
on a few other external doors,

but once you get
onto the stages,

you can go wherever you want.

MAN:
Here you go.
Thanks.

Do the stages have
security cameras?

They do, but we were dealing
with a brownout today.

Knocked out the
air-conditioning

and a bunch
of the security cameras

around 9:30 this morning.

Only got 'em back online
half hour ago.

You see anybody,
anything suspicious?

Well, actually...

I thought you might want
to take a look at this.

They found this in the pocket

of Sayers' folding chair
on the set.

It's a Wonderful Death.
Cheery.

Take a look at the note
that was attached to it.

"You promised to read.
How about it?"

MURRAY:
The assistant director says

there were tons of people

who tried to pass scripts
to Sayers.

Anywhere-- the bathroom,
the elevator, the set.

Some could get
pretty scary persistent.

Oh, it's true.

I had a medical
assistant once,

he wrote a spec
script for CSI.

I told him

that DNA evidence couldn't

be gotten
in 15 minutes.

He came at me
with a scalpel.

"Written by Sam Wainwright."
We should talk to this guy.

You know, that's gonna
be difficult.

Sam Wainwright is a character
in It's a Wonderful Life.

The writer's using a pseudonym.

Wainwright was played
by Frank Albertson,

who was also in Psycho,
by the way.

All right, seems like
an obsessive film fan.

So Jay should be searching
for someone named Albertson

who has the initials F.A.

And you're gonna want to talk
to a Larry Weinstock.

He was the producer
of the movie,

and the last one to actually
speak with Sayers.

Great. Is he out there?

Yeah, he gave a statement
and took off.

Apparently, he's with his editor
at a post-production house.

It's on 73rd.

Pretty quick to get
back to work.

That's all for now.

We will, of course,
keep you informed. Thank you.

Oh. Actually,
let her through.

Tina Forbish,

Cherie Rollins-Murray is
one of my lead detectives

on this case.

She will be interfacing
with the press

as soon as we find
anything relevant.

Thank you, Eliot.

Absolutely.

Yeah.
Thanks, Eliot.

Yeah, we got to manage
these people.

They're not going away
on this one.

Detective Rollins-Murray.

Uh, can you give us anything
on the condition of the body?

We have no comment
at this time.

How many times was he shot?

No comment.

Uh, was anyone
with Sayers at the time?

I would say that,
yes, there was.

Who was with him?

Based on my experience, I would
say at the time he was killed,

his killer was also present.

That's it for now.

Weinstock's assistant says
he's still not available.

I'll get Jay
on a subpoena.

You know what?
Forget the subpoena.

I got an idea.

Don't even talk
to me about gross,

because my international
is down 15%.

Marcus says there's plenty
of gross to be found there.

Marcus has his head
up his ass.

CARRIE: Hey, we're
here to see Larry.

He's expecting us.
Um...

Where is he?
Editing two.

That way?
Mm-hmm.

Awesome. Thank you!

"Plenty of gross
to be had"?

I'm sure it means something.

SAYERS:
I tried to get away,

but how far away was enough?

Paris? I-I'm sorry.

What

Mr. Weinstock.

Al Burns.

Carrie Wells.

With Major Crimes.

Andy, hold it.

I told the cops at the studio
everything I knew, okay?

I opened the door,
I saw he was dead, the end.

Well, we just have
a few more questions for you.

Like, what are you
doing back at work

only four hours after
your star was murdered?

This is a $140 million film,
Detectives.

I got the insurance people
crawling up the studio's ass.

And by "the studio's ass,"
I mean my ass.

They want to see if we can
still release this thing.

What happened
to Fletch is awful,

but I didn't
kill him.

We're gonna need
a list of people

who had access to
Sayers' dressing room.

Fine. Talk to my assistant.

All right, Andy.

MAN:
And cut.

AL:
Mr. Weinstock,
was it odd

that he wouldn't come out
of his dressing room?

WEINSTOCK:
What? N-No.

It wasn't like he was
a diva or anything.

It was all this human rights
stuff he got involved in.

He's on the phone to freaking
Myanmar half the day,

wherever the hell that is.

Did Sayers have issues
with anybody on the set?

Difficult relationships?

WEINSTOCK:
No. The crew liked him.

So did the other actors.

He was only a pain in my ass.

CARRIE:
In what way?

He was a young superstar
who liked to party.

Couple years ago, we were
shooting in Bangkok,

he got his hands on
a controlled substance,

so I had to come down on him.

But that was Fletcher Sayers
a long time ago.

He grew up.

I'm sorry. My bad.
Uh, let me go again.

God, who the hell would do this?

It looks like, um...

he-he's having trouble
remembering his lines.

Is that normal?

I don't know,
maybe he was a bit distracted.

This was a big picture for him.

It was gonna put him
back on top.

In the past, he'd lose focus,
I'd always assume

it was a new girl
who was keeping him up.

But ever since he married Amira,
all that stopped.

I don't know what was on his
mind, or who'd want to kill him.

So, are we done?

For now.

We'll be in touch.

Great. Hey.

Let me know if I need a lawyer,

'cause I got like 50 of them.

All right, Andy.

He was just a good human being,
you know?

People never
believed me.

Why?

Because of
his history.

But he was different with me,

here in the City.

He'd left all that other
nonsense behind in L.A.

The five assistants, the cars

and all the other trappings
of the life he'd led.

Was your husband bothered
by anything recently?

More than usual?

No.

He always had
a lot on his mind.

We were moving
forward with

a world hunger initiative,

and he'd agreed to appear
at a number of rallies in Europe

in the next
few months.

But Fletch could handle it.

I'm sorry, but...

there was nothing more recent

that might have been
distracting him?

Detective,
if you're gonna tell me

that you heard
he was cheating on me, please.

I've heard that
from the day we got engaged.

Well, there was
one particular woman.

Ah.

You mean the
Hungarian actress

the papers can't seem
to get enough of.

Yes, she's a very
beautiful woman.

And would I have preferred it
if he had not gone off

to shoot that silly little
art film in Budapest?

Sure.

But Fletch wasn't
cheating on me.

I can assure you.

All right.

But if you think
of anything else,

something he might have
mentioned, even in passing...

Uh, the only thing
I can think of

was when we were
having a problem

with this one particular fan.

He'd been
driving us crazy,

going through our trash.

We were going to file
a restraining order.

Did you get a photo?

Yes.

Okay, so I tracked
down the name

on the script left
on Sayers' chair.

Started with all the people
who had access to the stages,

and our guy--
thank you, Carrie--

is named

Freddy Albertson.

Was this guy also

the fan outside
of Sayers' house?

Not the same guy.

No, but I still think

he looks good for it.

Not only does Albertson have

a collar for battery last year--

beat up some guy
in the Village--

but he also works for
Borough Quality Cleaning.

They do all the custodial
at Downtown Media Stages.

Talk about an all-access pass.

Right?

ALBERTSON:
Fletch was a great actor.

I was a big fan.
I got to know him

while I cleaned
the place, you know?

Seemed like a cool guy.

Said he wanted to read my stuff.

Really?
'Cause a guy like Sayers

has trouble finding
good material?

You see that thing he did with
the alligator in the lake?

Right. So...

...you gave him
your screenplay to read?

Except he didn't read it.

We found a copy
on his chair today

with your pissy little note.

Yeah, I thought maybe he
just needed another copy.

No, it's a bigger job.
We're moving 56 units.

Wait, you think I killed him

because he didn't
read my script?

We know you got a temper,
Freddy.

Sounds like you can hold
your own in a bar fight.

Yeah, well, that moron was
making fun of Quentin Tarantino.

The judge agreed with me
and dropped the charges.

Look, if I killed every person
that didn't read my script,

I'd be, like, the biggest
mass murderer in history.

MAN:
He giving you a hard time?

Just answer their damn
questions, Albertson.

Actually, just one question.

Where were you this morning?

Filling out

insurance stuff,
like, 50 pages of it.

You can ask
my supervisor.

Look, I'm not some sort
of obsessive nut, okay?

I'm just a writer
trying to get ahead.

Sort of the same thing.

You want to talk
to somebody

who's obsessed
with the guy,

I found some weirdo
going through his trash.

He collected things.

This the guy?
Sure is.

You get a name?
No, but I did
follow him home once.

I was afraid he might try
to mess with Fletch.

We're going to need
that address.

Yeah, sure. Hey, listen,
I'm... writing this script,

it's kind of
a cop drama thing.

I would love
your input.
The address, Freddy.

Yeah, sure. Sorry.

Albertson's supervisor
got back to me.

His alibi's solid.

You know, I couldn't
tell if he felt bad

that Sayers was dead,
or that someone else

wasn't going to read
his script now.
You know,

you should
do that.

Read scripts for TV
and movies and stuff.

Jimmy Bodnar,
over in Brooklyn North,

he consults on all
these TV shows,

all these movies,
and he's making

a ton of money.
Yeah, actually,

I think I'd like to be
in front of the camera.

Really?
Yeah, like
Gary Cooper.

Always
liked him.

You don't strike me
as the extrovert,

actor-y type.
Well, neither
was he.

Okay, I have a little
exercise for you. You ready?

There's this thing
called "improv,"

improvisation.
Is that what
it's called?

I'm gonna give you
a scenario,

you're gonna
build on it.

You're gonna say,
"Yes, and..."
Yes, and...

...and you can't
say no,

so you can't
contradict your partner.

I learned that
when we dated.

All right.

I'm gonna make it
easy on you.
Okay.

Two cops on
a stakeout

waiting for
a crazed fan.
Well, that's
what we're doing.

Why don't we come up
with something...
All right,
you're contradicting me.

Okay.
You're starting off
on the wrong foot.

Stop directing me.
Let's do it.
Just build on
the information

that I give you...
Al, that's our guy.

Yes, and... we'd better
go get him, then.

No, no, Al,
that is our guy.
Yes, and

he looks
really guilty.
Al!

That's our guy!
Hey!

Lester!

What you call "obsessive,"
I call theology.

We all have certain
images or ideas

that give our lives meaning.

CARRIE:
And something tells me

that image, for you,
was Fletcher Sayers.

And still is.

If you check the infographic

I created, you'll see
how all of his roles

corresponded
to a moment

of personal
transformation in his life.

It's like a... a series

of rebirths, if you will.

Mr. Weberman...
Lester.

Lester, you don't
really think

Sayers is coming back
from the dead, do you?

No, Christians already
cornered the market on that.

It'll be something better.

And the infographic tells...
tells you that?

LESTER:
Well, I did accurately
predict his breakup

from that witch,
Sheila Evans,

and that he would
find the soul mate,

Amira Buery.

It's just underneath

the butterfly sticker right...

Amira told us they were about
to file a restraining order

against you.

That's why I ran
when you showed up.

But nobody loved him
like I loved him.

I understand it might be hard
for her to share him,

but I thought we could
work through it.

Now we'll never get the chance.

CARRIE:
Lester, you are clearly

the greatest living expert

on Fletcher
Sayers.
That's true.

Look at this.
CARRIE: Oh.

Easy.
LESTER:
No, no, no.

It's a prop from his reboot
of Red Badge of Courage.

He actually held this.

I got it off eBay.

Maybe you could get some
DNA off it or something?

We've got enough
of his DNA, Lester.

CARRIE:
Did you notice anything

out of the ordinary
while you were, you know,

digging through
his trash?

I'm not ashamed.
No, nor
should you be.

I am not ashamed to admit

that I had an entire collage

dedicated to

Corey Feldman
on my wall.

Anyway, like I was saying,
did you notice

anything out of the ordinary?

Well...

not exactly out of the ordinary,
because he often got

threatening mail tied to his
humanitarian work, but...

lately there seemed to be a lot

about this coal initiative.

What if you just

give us the file?

Oh, yeah. Sure.

I can get this back, right?

Yeah, sure, of course you can.

You have any cards on you?

Yeah.

Lester, you
give us a call

if you think of anything else.

The card of the detectives

who are solving

Fletcher's
murder.

This is going in a frame.

So the file's full of
cease-and-desist orders,

defamation threats,
all from Musgrove Power,

a coal company based
in Kentucky.

Now, it looks like Fletcher was
at the forefront of a movement

to not only have all
the plants shut down,

but to have criminal
negligence charges filed

against the owner...
Lamar Musgrove.

I know Musgrove
from my FBI days.

We went after him
for union busting.

A lot of people got hurt.

We could never
tie him to anything.
Well, now might be

your best chance to get him,

because him and his entourage
are in town.

And Fletcher

ends up dead.

Isn't that convenient?

I'd say
a little too convenient.

If you think
I'm crying any tears

over some mamby-pamby actor
who got killed,

you are sadly
mistaken.

That boy
was a pain.

Already cost me
one of my plants,

was going after the others,

all for no reason, I might add.

No reason?

Half of your employees are dying
of lung disease.

Sayers gave them a voice.

Ah, here we go.

Big bad coal.

Listen, my daddy worked
the mines for 40 years,

was never sick
a day in his life.

What Mr. Sayers
failed to understand

is we are

the number one employer

in southeastern Kentucky.

Shutting down our plant
did nothing

but take food
off of people's tables.

So you're saying half of
Kentucky might have motive?

I'm saying these Hollywood types

always need a new villain
to chase.

Somebody like me.

But what they don't see is,
where I'm from...

people see me as the hero.

The wages they earn
in my plants

pay their mortgages.

Somebody like Sayers
comes along,

knocks the table over,

then goes
back to his

compound in Malibu or wherever,

leaves us to pick up the pieces.

And as the, uh... hero,

you took care of the problem.

Sayers. Right?

I carry a grudge,

but I don't kill people.

I negotiate.

That's why I was here
in the first place.

To negotiate
with Fletcher Sayers.

Indeed.
We had an appointment

to meet and
discuss terms

on the fifth.

He canceled on me.
Typical.

The infographic I created...

you'll see how
all of his roles

correspond to
a moment of

personal transformation
in his life...

Were you meeting at
a place named Joe's?

No, we were gonna meet here.

Fact is,
I'd had enough.

I was gonna
offer to finance

one of his other causes

if he'd just lay off
of Musgrove Power.

Well, guess you don't have
to worry about that now, do you?

Sometimes I catch a break.

We'll be in touch.

Listen. At Lester's apartment,

he had a work schedule
of Sayers',

a-a call sheet.

It said "August 5th, Joe's."

There's gotta be 1,000
places called Joe's.

Yeah, well...
Jay loves a challenge.

Thanks, Jay.

Well, you were right.

Jay found a gas station charge
from Sayers on the same day

out near the
Bruckner Expressway.

Three blocks away,
there's a place called

Joe's Uptown Lounge.
There you go.

Sounds about as remote
as you can get.

Nothing says cop
like that suit and haircut.

Are you the ones
that called?

Yeah. You Joe?

Joe's dead 20-odd years.

Cirrhosis of the liver.

I have the
security tapes

you asked for back here.

What do you say, beautiful?
You want a shot?

You look like
a tequila drinker.

And you look like you still
live at home with your mother.

I don't mean no disrespect,
but you might've noticed

this ain't the kind of place
movie stars hang out in.

That's the point.

Your bar was the last place
anyone would expect.

Technically,
we're a lounge.

We have banquettes.

Oh, that brings
them in, does it?
You'd be surprised.

There. It's Fletcher Sayers.

No! The guy from
.357 Magnum?

Are you sure?

Keep it going.
Let's see who he meets.

Ah... right there.
Six minutes later.

Hey, that's, uh...

That's Sheila Evans,
his former girlfriend.

He left Sheila Evans?

I saw her naked
in three different movies.

Man, I'll never
understand Hollywood!

Yeah, maybe he was
having regrets, too, huh?

JAY:
Listen, given that Sheila Evans
is dating Devon Wilson,

the NBA record holder
on assault charges,

I'd want to meet
on the down low, too.

That sounds like you know
a lot about Sheila Evans.

Well, I'm not saying we have

a personal relationship
or anything, but, uh,

she did happen to retweet
one of my comments

on her Twitter feed.
Oh!

Jay's a fan.
Nah, I'm just saying

the juice cleanse that she
promotes on her Web site

kind of works.

Uh, guys, we got a problem.

TINA: Undercover Hollywood
can now confirm

that Fletcher Sayers
was meeting secretly

with his ex, Sheila Evans,
in the days before his death.

How the hell'd they get that?

She must've followed you guys.
TINA: Amira! Amira!

Is there any truth to the rumor
Just go away, please.

that Fletcher was back
Please!

to his old womanizing ways?

Please, please,
leave me alone.

Unbelievable.

I'm surrendering myself
to the authorities!

Hey, Al?

If you need a hand...

I don't understand
why my publicist

and photographer
couldn't be in here.

I mean, I pay them.

This is part of a formal
investigation, Ms. Evans.

Fine.

Nice tie.

I'm interested in hearing
why you met Fletcher Sayers

at Joe's Lounge
on the fifth of August.

And now, apparently, so is
everybody else in the world.

Well, you can all...
chillax on that.

He wanted the name

of my immigration lawyer.

Boring.

Immigration lawyer?
Yeah.

I mean, he didn't say
or whatever,

but since everyone's
talking about

that little sweetie he met
in Hungary last month,

I figured he wanted
to keep her around.

I mean, that's how I got my
dual citizenship so quickly.

Uh, you might want to keep that
to yourself, Sheila.

Why

Sayers' wife seems convinced
he'd changed his ways.

Yeah, well,

he didn't tell her he was
meeting with me, did he?

No. And do you know why?

Because a tiger doesn't
change his spots.

I know Fletcher
better than anybody.

He could never be true
to one woman.

Where were you

yesterday morning, Ms. Evans?

I thought you'd never ask.

Four hours getting
my extensions and color done

by François Duchamp
at the salon.

LAWYER: Feels like
we're done here.

Thank you, Detectives.

I don't believe that.

You think she's lying?

No, I'm talking about
her hair extensions.

You really can't tell.

Detective, can I ask you
a few questions?

Ms. Forbish, we're right in the
middle of solving a murder.

You need to stay
out of our way.

I'm sorry.
There's this thing called

freedom of the press.

You are not the press.
But...

I have a van. And a camera.

What you just did to
Fletcher Sayers' wife,

I think it was disgusting.

Don't you dare
point that at me.

It's okay, Sandy.

Please. You bought that act?

She knew
who she marrying.

Fletcher Sayers was only
interested in one thing.

Himself.

Mr. Humanitarian? Please.

We went along
on that trip he took

to Haiti after the earthquake.

He barely left his hotel room.

We're not that different.

You don't like
that we talked to Amira,

but the fact is you should be
asking her the same questions.

If we feel we have
to talk to her again,

it'll be for one reason only.

To catch the person
who killed her husband.

What you're doing
is for ratings.

That's the difference.

And don't tell me
how to do my job.

Carrie Wells.

Detective? Help me.
Someone's broken in.

Lester?

You know where I live, right?
Can you come?

Lester, listen to me.

I want you to hang up the phone.

I want you to call dial 911 now.

I think it's too late.

No!
Lester!

What do you got, Jo?
Well...

Fletcher was killed by a .38.

I know it's early,
but I'm guessing

we're looking
at identical wounds.

Someone must've been looking
for something.

Maybe Lester met his match.

After Marilyn Monroe died,

fans fought over
her used toothpicks.

But they didn't
kill over them.

No. They were looking
for something

in particular.

What you call "obsessive,"

I call theology.

Al?

On that wall there,
there was

a-a sleeve--
it had a hotel key in it.

Room 1715,

Seaver House. It's missing.

We should head
over there, yeah?

Room 1715 is currently occupied

by Maureen Kajava.
Hmm.

Has been for two weeks.

Not Fletcher Sayers?
Definitely not.

Can I see the registry?

The signature
where they signed in?

Uh, booked on the Internet.

No signature required.

Oh.
So, who's Maureen Kajava?

AL:
Any idea what caliber?

WEBSTER:
Well, from the size
of the wounds,

I'm gonna say a .38.

Mo Kajava.

Mo Kajava!

When celebrities, they want
to protect their privacy, right,

they often check in
under a different name,

an alias if you will.
That's Fletcher's room!

How did you...?

I'm not even gonna ask.
No, no, no, no!

Maureen, Mo. Kajava, ka java.

In his dressing room, he had
mocha java coffee everywhere.

It's really quite simple.

Simple.

I want to see that room.

AL:
No suitcase.

Nothing in the drawers.

Soap in the bathroom
is still wrapped.

It's like he barely
used this room.

It appears Mr. Sayers
went in and out.

But no one ever joined him.
Just housekeeping

and room service. Routine.

Well, he wasn't having an
affair, that's for sure.

Is it just me or is it
very cold in here?

Uh, it's in the
special request section

on the room. Miss Kajav...

Uh, Mr. Sayers required
that the room

be kept at 65 degrees
at all times.

WEBSTER: Well, from the size of
the wounds, I'm gonna say a .38.

Apparently, nobody
heard anything,

so he must have used a silencer.

Wait a second.

Al, there was a brownout
at the studio that kicked

the air-conditioning off in
Fletcher's dressing room, right?

It had been off for over
two hours when we got there.

It was over 80 in there.

But Weinstock said Sayers
was in his dressing room

working for almost an hour.

Unless he wasn't working.

Unless he was already dead.

And why would he lie
about that?

Listen, I'm a regular guy.

I see a dead body, I panic.

Especially somebody
like Fletcher.

I didn't know what to do.

I think most regular guys
would've called 911.

What were you covering for?
Nothing!

I swear.
I needed a minute

to collect my thoughts,
you know.

No, I don't know.
You don't think

I had anything to do
with his murder?

Because if that's the
case, I'm gonna have

to call some
of those lawyers

I spoke about earlier.

This is a $140 million film.

MAN:
Let's tail-slate it!

Mark!

You should call those lawyers
you've been talking about.

Because while your star was
lying dead in his dressing room,

you were talking to that guy
right there.

You knew exactly what to do.

JAY:
Okay, so Colin Keyes.

Found him through
facial recognition

since Weinstock was
afraid to roll on him.

I can see why.

This guy's a notorious fixer.

Gets most of his work
out of Hollywood and DC.

And he's got
some serious weaponry

licensed to him,

including a .38-caliber handgun.

Now, this guy's done a lot
of bad stuff in his day,

so my guess is,
if Weinstock wanted

to get rid of his star,
Keyes would be the one to do it.

Doesn't make sense, though.

Weinstock's all about
the bottom line.

He may hate Sayers,
but the guy's

starring in his movie.
He's not gonna kill him.

At least not until he sees
the box office.

No, Keyes was there
to clean something up.

But what?

You're kidding me, right?

I don't ask those kinds
of questions.

I come in, I do a job,
I move on.

Covering up for clients

caught with hookers
or drugs is one thing.

You tampered with
a homicide crime scene.

Prove I was in that room,
Lieutenant.

The video you mentioned
only proves I was on set.

Just like 200 other people.

You got nothing on me.

So, if we toss this very
pristine office of yours,

we're not gonna find anything
from Fletcher's dressing room

or Lester Weberman's
apartment, right?

Weber-whatever,
I don't know.

But listen...
I don't need this hassle.

This is Weinstock's problem,
not mine.

His movies suck anyway.

He called me when
he found the body.

Wanted me to do a generic sweep.

Didn't want anything
in that room that might

cause a negative blowback
to Fletcher and the movie.

What did you find?
Almost nothing.

A bottle of melatonin, a picture
of Fletcher and some girl.

Weinstock was mostly
interested in that.

He was trying to protect
Fletcher's marriage

for some reason.

This card was under it.

Her name's Eva.

What can I say?
I'm a romantic.

Wait a second, this girl was

on the cleaning crew
at the stages.

Maybe this is who he needed
the immigration attorney for.

Maybe it wasn't
the Hungarian actress.

Maybe this Eva
was the new love of his life.

I am telling you,
she charged my cameraman.

It was very intimidating.

Well, I'm very sorry.

I mean, Detective Rollins-Murray

can sometimes be a little
passionate about her work.

Freedom of the press

is a right guaranteed
by the Constitution, Eliot.

And you will find
no stronger defender

of that treasured document
than me.

Listen...
I want to make things right.

So, how about
I propose this:

When Major Crimes takes down
Fletcher Sayers' killer,

I guarantee you and your crew
will be there, live.

You can do that?

It's my task force--
what I say goes.

Eliot,
I think I speak for everyone

in the press corps--
you are a man of the people.

I like to think so.

This is the
cleaning place?

A little quiet.

It's open.

Carrie and I
were just here yesterday.

Cleaned out. They're gone.

Hey, guys, so I've
been digging into

Borough Quality Cleaning.
There's not much.

Looks like they showed up about
three years ago in the city,

started getting a bunch of
large cleaning contracts

by underbidding
everyone else in town.

How many employees?

That's just the thing.

As far as the IRS is concerned,
there's only six.

They got to have
more than that

at Downtown Media
Stages alone.

Not to mention
the housekeeping staff

at Seaver House
and all the other hotels.

What about Eva?

Not listed as an employee.

But our eager screenwriter

Freddy Albertson
shows up. In fact...

about a week ago,
they gave management notice

at the Media Stages
and at a bunch of hotels

they were canceling
their contracts.

And get this:

I found a
Mountain Quality Cleaning

operated out of Kansas City
eight years ago.

Same deal:
lots of jobs, no employees.

Oh, they have employees.

They're just not
paying most of them.

When I was at the Bureau,
we looked into groups

who were bringing young women
into the country illegally,

mostly through
Eastern Europe.

They get them here,

take their papers
and force them

to work for nothing.

Now, the real employees,
like Albertson,

they don't know anything.

But if any of
the others complain,

they threaten to turn them
over to I.C.E. or worse.

Well, that's slave labor.
Right?

And if Fletcher had found out
what was going on,

he never would have
let that go.

JAY:
Hold on, guys.

I just got an e-mail from
the immigration lawyer

that Sayers contacted through
his ex-girlfriend, Sheila Evans.

Now, the lawyer says

Sayers didn't tell him much.

Just he's bringing
a group of women

over the next couple of days
who need his help.

So he wasn't
having an affair.

He was trying to help
this woman

He was getting ready
to blow the whole thing up.

That's probably
what got him killed.

When groups like this get
spooked, they just take off.

They'll move their employees
all around the country

until they find another
city to set up shop.

Which explains
why the offices were empty.

And if they get out of New York,
we may never find 'em.

Seemed like a cool guy. Said
he wanted to read my stuff.

AL: Really?
No, it's a bigger job.
We're moving 56 units.

That guy at the cleaning office,
Malone,

he was talking about
moving 56 units.

He was talking
about moving people.

Murray, how do they move
these girls around

from place to place?
We never found out.

By the time the Bureau got
there, they were gone.

JAY:
A big truck, maybe?

18

I don't think so.

Weigh stations,
inspections.

I'd go smaller. Vans.

I'm on it. Come on.

Okay, so these are the rental
companies large enough to handle

that many vans.

Any way
to narrow it down?

This card was under it.
Her name's Eva.

Wait a second, Jay.

Right there--
Emerald Van Associated.

Emerald Van Associated.

E-V-A.

It's not her name. It's the
van company they were using.

It's over by the East River.

All right.
Let's go.

Let's go.

TINA:
Hold on! Wait!

What's going on?

We, uh... we're gonna have to...

cite you for fishing
without a license.

A ticket?

Yeah.

Did you get that?

MAN:
Van and a Cadillac
coming up on your right.

We got to get inside.

Unit One, my men are in place.

No. We start shooting, we could
have a hostage situation.

Hold for now, guys.

On my signal.

Copy that.

You know what?

I got an idea.

I told you this wasn't right.
You should've listened to Abby.

She said 575.

You told me 475.
No.

Maybe it's on Tenth.
No, nothing's
on Tenth.

Hey. Hi. We're looking for this
little place called J'adore,

a French restaurant.
Do you know where it is?
Yes, and a big chandelier,

great bread?
Uh-huh.
Not here.

Aw, I could've sworn
it was right here.
He's got no s...

You've got no sense
of direction.

I mean, like, zero.
We went to Venice.

We walked around and around
in circles. Then we went

on one of those little can...
I mean, it was just...

Do you know...?

He doesn't.
Now, get out of here.

NYPD. You move,
you're dead.

Told you this was
the right place.

MAN:
Off the truck! Come on!

MAN 2: All right, ladies,
off the truck. Let's go.

MAN 2:
Off the truck!

Move!

MAN 1:
Move it.

MAN 2:
You heard him! Move!

All right, let's go.
Let's move.

Come on, come on, come on.

Move.
Little faster.

Huh? Come on.
Over there.

MAN:
Get down on the ground!

Go, go, go!

*

Give me the gun.

I got him. Go.

Okay, this way, ladies.

All right,
let's keep moving.

Come on.
Come here, ladies.

Gonna be okay.
Right over here.

All right.

Hi.

I'm Carrie Wells.
I'm with the NYPD. It's okay.

What's your name?

Monika.

My name is Monika.
Monika,

I want you to know
that you're okay.

You're gonna be safe now
because of Fletcher.

He didn't die for nothing, okay?

It's okay.

Turns out that .38 you
took off that guy Malone

matched the ballistics
for bullets that killed Fletcher

and Weberman.

Good work, people.

Thanks for getting us some space
from that reporter.

Oh, speaking of which,
they are all downstairs

howling for a statement.

Murray?
This one's all yours, Eliot.

Al.

Thank you both.

And thank you from... Fletcher.

We're so sorry.

Maybe I could have helped
if I'd known,

but I'm still in the middle
of things

with immigration,
and we're under such scrutiny,

he must have been afraid
any publicity

would've endangered Monika.

How's she doing?
I've offered her

a job in our home
and, if she wants,

some help
to stay in the country.

The other women

will all have representation
as well.

Thank you again.

I'll walk you out.

You were right. People change.

Fletcher Sayers did.

Well, I guess he realized
if you find the right person,

you stick with 'em, right?

Yeah, but where are you gonna
find the right one?

Beats me.

Fact is...

I'm nothing
like Fletcher Sayers.

Much better actor, for one.
Um, he won an Academy Award.

Come on. You saw my work
outside that van place.

"Big chandelier, great bread."

I definitely deserve
a nomination for that one.

You know what,
forget Gary Cooper because you,

you were so good, we
got to do it again.
What are you doing?

Here's the deal. You're a doctor
and I am a hypochondriac.

Ready? Oh, Doctor, my foot,

it hurts. I can't walk on it.
Something's wrong. Am I dying?

Your foot's fine.
Oh, what about my eyes?

My eyes have really been
bothering me.

They're all blurry.
Now that you mention it,

I do see an issue.

You do?
I prescribe
at least

one drink at Gaffigan's.
Ah.

Can you follow
your doctor's orders?

Yeah, I can do that.
But I'm buying.

Not gonna
contradict you there.

All right. Fine.

You know, they should do a movie
about us in Syracuse.

Good beginning,
not such a great ending.

Yeah

How's that end?
No.

No, you're gonna have to wait
to find out. No spoilers.

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