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Garrett Storme
was a successful meteorologist,

working on the future
of weather intervention.

He was pursuing his life's interests,

engaged to be married.

Not a care in the world.

Until date night turned deadly.

Julie. Julie!

No. No. Noooo!

That's when Garrett Storme

took justice into his own hands
and became...

Gold Storm.

Don't look now, gentlemen, but
the forecast calls for blood!

Chris Walker is Gold Storm.

Coming this fall to ONC.

Hmm. Chris Walker was making a comeback

from his awkward teenage years.

Yeah. And now he's dead.

Age 24.

Probably an overdose.

Well, nice place for it.

Paid for with Hollywood dollars,

which I don't know anything about.

So maybe you can help me out here.

Would it be in anybody's
best interest, showbiz-wise,

for Chris to suddenly die?

I mean, doesn't that mean his,
like, new show gets canceled?

Well, not necessarily. Look.

He's in his superhero costume a lot.

Might be able to loop
another actor's voice

into the scenes with the gold
mask, re-shoot the rest.

Why? Do you think Chris was murdered?

Well, no.

But a friend from AA...

Actually, it's my daughter's
cousin by marriage, Jared.

He was Chris' sober living assistant,

hired to make sure that Chris
didn't drink or snort anything.

And my daughter just loves Jared.

And Jared failed.

Well, Hollywood Division thinks so,

especially since Chris' body
showed no sign of a struggle.

But Jared is convinced that
the killer snuck in the house

when they went out
a couple of nights ago.

And arranged an overdose in advance?

Well, that's another reason

patrol didn't take him seriously.

I mean, look, Jared is probably wrong,

but I promised my daughter

that I would give him a serious listen.

So, could you just hear him out with me?

Yeah, sure.

Hopefully Jared's not too defensive.

It wasn't an accident.

And Chris didn't relapse.
He was murdered.

Jared, no one is doubting you.

Sorry. I'm just
hyper-emotional right now

because when the police first arrived

they treated like
I was some kind of drama queen.

Just walk us through what happened.

Okay.

Yesterday, I woke Chris at around 6:00

for his morning urine test,
required by the network.

It was completely clean.
No oxy, no heroin.

Then his personal trainer got here,

and they spent an hour
lifting weights in the home gym.

After that, I made Chris his
post-workout protein smoothie.

My mother called, and
that's when Chris went to steam.

But when I hung up with my mom,
I realized

that I had been on the phone
with her for 50 minutes,

and Chris was still in the steam room.

I opened the door, and there he was...

facedown on the floor with no pulse.

I mean, I know I should have
checked on him sooner.

It's just my mom is one of those
people who constantly digresses.

Like, right now, she's planning

this co-ed baby shower for my sister.

Hired a mariachi band, which
no one wants except for her,

so my Aunt Sylvia told her that she's
not going to that...

Excuse me, Jared.

Are you 100% sure
Chris is not using drugs again?

No. 200%.

Plus, the police brought in
those drug-sniffing dogs.

You know what they found? Nothing.

- Look, I am a doctor...
- Used to be a doctor.

Used to be a doctor. God.

I showed up high
for work at the E.R. once.

A couple of times. So unfair.

Getting caught, I mean.
And having my license jerked.

But, no one can take away
my ability or experience.

I'd have known if Chris were high.

- I'd have known.
- For now, as things stand,

if Chris died of an overdose,
no one will ever hire Jared

as a sober living assistant again.

I see. Well...

were there any problems
on the set of "Gold Storm?"

No. We were two episodes in.
Everything was going great.

Hmm. I can check on that.

- Who you calling?
- My agent.

Your agent? Really?

He'll give us the inside sco...

Hey, Rick. Michael Tao.

Tell me, what do you know
about the actor Chris Walker?

So, he's basically
a dude in a gold raincoat

who figures out how to change
the weather to fight crime.

Wow. So believable.

How did the actor die?

Well, that's what Andy
is trying to figure out,

but Chris may have been murdered.

Or he could have just given in
to an old drug habit.

Well, the guy
had a really high-paying job,

someone hired to keep him drug-free,

and he still died of an overdose?

My mom works all day for minimum wage,

she takes classes at night,

and she relies on house-sitting
for a place to live,

- and she's been sober for two years.
- Hold on.

In your voice just now,

did I detect a little compassion
for your other mother?

Okay, no. She has
a good reason right now

to cut back on risky behavior.

Which reminds me...
I have to get up early

- to drive her to the doctor's office.
- She okay?

Yeah, yeah, but since Gary's
parents are adopting the baby,

they want her to have more regular care,

and so they're paying for a sonogram.

- A sonogram?
- Yes.

At 8:00 a.m.

- So I'm off to bed.
- Hold on.

That means you'll be able to
tell if it's a boy or a girl!

I think so, yeah.

I don't know
if it'll be all that exciting.

Well, you may be surprised.

Ha. If I'm even awake.

- Okay, good night!
- Good night.

Night.

Okay, so... what do you think?

Any way Chris could have been murdered?

Well, if he was,
that would be a major crime,

but Jared's suspicions aside,
the question we need to ask is,

was there anyone
who wanted this young man dead?

Chris Walker wasn't winning
any popularity contests.

My agent put me in contact
with his entertainment lawyer.

I asked for this.

Three serious lawsuits
were filed against him

- in the past six months.
- Three?

One from his former rep, Sean Wheeler,

who said Chris switched
to a big agency behind his back

to make the deal for "Gold Storm."

Sean was suing for his commission,

which would have been
10% of Chris' huge salary.

- Amy?
- Oh.

Um, Marsha Walker.

Is that Chris Walker's mother?

Or as we like to say
in the business, "Momager."

- "As we say in the business." Geez.
- What?

Momager. A mother who also
guides her child's career.

Like Marsha did for Chris
before he fired her.

She's also suing him for part
of the "Gold Storm" deal.

And the third one is... Ah.

Tina Walker.

Now, what is
she dragging him to court for?

Divorce, sir.

After Chris got clean,
he backed out of their marriage.

Said there was too many temptations

around Tina and her crew.

What kind of temptations?

TMZ is saying that Tina Walker's
drug of choice was oxycodone,

which is what put Chris in rehab.

Oxy... the most addictive

prescription painkiller available.

Okay, Andy, at the very least,

we can ask Mr. Walker's
litigious friends and family

to join us for a conversation.

About what? I mean,
the kid died of an overdose.

And we won't suggest murder,

but we can ask if they know
where he got his drugs

and confirm with Dr. Morales
that he was taking them.

Your victim died of
a self-inflicted gunshot wound

entering through his right temporal bone

- and exiting through the back...
- No. No, no, no, no.

That can't be right.

Whoops. Sorry.

Uh, wrong report.

140 new bodies since last Wednesday.

Old people drop like flies in this heat,

so stay cool, you guys.

Oh, right.

The actor.

Okay.

No contusions,
but before he bit the dust,

your victim also bit down on his tongue.

Indicates a seizure.

Could be drug-related,
but we haven't tested

the guy's stomach contents yet.

Smelled like vanilla.

His last meal was a protein shake.

As if dying wasn't depressing enough.

Well, there were rumors that the kid

- abused oxycodone and heroin.
- Makes sense.

See the little red dots
under his belly button?

God. Who shoots heroin
into their stomach?

A junkie who wants to keep
his arms clean for some reason,

like starring on a new TV show, maybe.

Except Jared told me
that he was with Chris 24/7.

Right. Right. Look.

Jared knew that Chris was using again

and is trying to blame the
kid's death on somebody else.

But, for your daughter's sake,

we will search everything
in Chris' house...

just to prove I'm right.

Ooh. That's a little cold, Doctor.

I know, but don't move because...

There we go.

Wow.

Is that like a halo?

No.

That was the baby's hair.

It already has hair?

Sure does.

Oh. You don't need to film this.

I'm making a DVD.

I can e-mail you the video, if you like.

Yeah, thanks.

The baby looks good.

Very good.

And since you want to know
the sex, congratulations.

You are about to bring
a little girl into the world.

I'm having a baby girl.

Wow.

How will it work
with Gary's parents, anyway?

- Work?
- Like, how often

will you get to visit the baby?

Oh.

Well... never.

What?

No, it's not like it sounds.

Wait, so you're just giving her
to the Lewises and walking away?

I spoke to Jim and Linda about it,

and we all agreed that it's best

if I either come and live with them

or I give the baby up entirely.

Not... Not even... Not even
like a visit now and then?

I already have to listen to one kid

call somebody else "Mom,"

and I don't really want
any more distance

between you and me
than there already is.

Look, doing what you wanted here
is important,

but it's also important
that this little girl

doesn't grow up with any confusion

about who her real family is.

Okay, Ms. Beck.

Everything looks terrific.

Now we'll do a blood draw,
and you can be on your way.

I tested a small sample of
this Very Vanilla protein powder

that we brought back from the
search of Chris Walker's house.

Bronze equals a match for oxycodone.

So the drugs were mixed
with vanilla protein powder.

Very Vanilla, which is why the dogs

didn't find anything
when Hollywood did their search.

The protein shake
covered up the oxy scent, ma'am.

So, Jared killed his own client
with a post-workout smoothie.

Except, Lieutenant, Jared
might have gotten away with it

if he hadn't called Andy for help.

What about the other tub
of vanilla protein powder?

Very Vanilla.

It looks okay to the naked eye.

But up close, you'll see
a mixture of two colors...

off-white being the protein
and bright white being...

oxycodone.

Yeah, maybe that's how the drugs
were getting past Jared.

Yeah, but that's a lot of oxy, though.

I mean, the whole 2-inch layer
in the middle of the tub?

Any addict would have known

that they were scooping up a fatal dose.

So, Chris was also shooting
drugs in his stomach.

And it wasn't heroin.

He was injecting himself with HGH.

Human growth hormone.

Against the rules for athletes
but not actors.

Well, Chris Walker
was playing a superhero.

Half the job is staying ripped.

But to use HGH, you need a prescription.

Did Chris have one?

The stuff we found at the house
didn't have pharmacy tags.

So, the fact that Dr. Jared
didn't tell us about this HGH

makes him sound even more suspicious.

Yeah, but where is Jared's motive?

He loses both his job and his future.

Still, Andy,
while we find and interview

our potential suspects,

why don't you ask Jared

to join us as a kind of
a background adviser?

We'll start with Chris' agent.

If Chris was your biggest moneymaker,

you must have been pretty upset
when you got dumped.

- Was Sean Wheeler angry with Chris?
- All of my clients throw me

- overboard when their ship comes in.
- There were some nasty phone calls.

And when the contract
for "Gold Storm" was announced,

Sean sent a bouquet of dead
roses over to the house.

Well, that sounds angry. But that's no
motive.

He won't be able to get
Chris' commissions now.

You see, that's the irony
of running a boutique agency.

I help people climb the ladder
they use to abandon me.

But until last February,
Chris was the exception.

I mean, he stuck with me,
and I stuck by him, too...

when no one would hire him
because he'd been drunk and high

on the set of his last two films.

How did he get into rehab? Me.

Who loaned him half the down payment

for the mortgage on his house
when his mother wouldn't?

Me.

Who got him back into shape,
hired his trainer,

pried him away from that child
predator that he married?

Me.

You talked Chris into leaving Tina?

Absolutely. She was toxic.

Was she really that awful?

I mean, Tina didn't help.

I think she was afraid the
longer Chris stayed sober...

- ...the more likely he was to leave her.
- What happened?

And she wasn't wrong.

Chris always turned down television,

but when I read "Gold Storm,"

I saw a complex character
worthy of his skill.

Especially since he looked so good wet.

You know... with the rain.

Anyway, I was shocked when Chris
told me that he hated it.

But then a week later,
I read on "Deadline"

- that Chris accepted...
- That's a showbiz website.

...the role of Gold Storm

and was being repped by CUA,

one of the largest
talent agencies on earth.

That's how I found out
that Chris dumped me

and his mother... by reading it online.

CUA... a bunch of crooks.

You're lucky not to be in my industry.

Oh, boy. Here it comes.

Actually, I'm a consulting
producer on "Badge of Justice."

- With Jon Worth?
- "Badge," "Badge," "Badge."

Great guy.

That show is becoming a staple.

Which Mike has
every right to be proud of.

Every right.

Jon says he thinks it
could go another five...

Here's the announcement Sean Wheeler
was talking about, Captain.

- Oh.
-

His mom didn't seem
to have a very good reaction

to Chris taking the part, either.

"My son doesn't appreciate
any of the sacrifices...

...I have made for his career."

Oh, I'm getting anxious to hear
what Mama Walker has to say.

Well, you don't have long
to wait, ma'am.

Marsha Walker's getting
her visitor's badge right now,

and I guess patrol's still
hunting for the ex-wife.

She didn't show up for her
"fat freezing" appointment.

One last question.

How do you think Chris
was able to sneak the drugs

past his sober living assistant?

No idea.

I heard that Jared guy
was pretty relentless.

And from the gossip that I heard

from the "Gold Storm" set,

- Chris was sober and on top of it.
- I did my job.

Yeah, I did.

Well, that's all for now, Mr. Wheeler.

Thank you for coming in.

Um, I...

I guess we'll call you if we need you.

Listen. There's something...

I have something I'm gonna do.

Oh, excuse me, Mr. Wheeler.

Sorry to bother you.

Lieutenant Andy Flynn.

Um, just a couple of follow-ups.

If Chris Walker had not died,

you would have made a lot of
money off "Gold Storm," right?

Considering all the motions
CUA would have buried me under,

I'd have settled just for
the first year's commissions.

Not what I deserve, but good enough.

And is it fair to say
that you're familiar

with what people make
on a television show?

Very, yes.

So, um...

consulting producer, who's
like a technical expert, um...

what's the going rate
for something like that?

Well, it varies.

But the meteorologist on "Gold Storm"

gets something like $10,000 or $12,000.

That's all?

Small change in
the general scheme of things...

Oh... my... God.

- Sean.
- Marsha.

Just when you think things
couldn't get worse...

Along comes a spider.

Do you know why I compare Chris'
mom to a spider, Lieutenant?

Spiders also eat their young.

Sean likes to take the credit,

but it was my son's soul
that made him a star.

Chris was special?

To their parents,
every child is special.

Incredibly special.

Nature makes you
feel that way about them

so you don't start beating
the shit out of them

when they turn 16.

And the more special the child is,

the more discipline
and direction they need.

That's an understatement.

I mean, I never met the woman...

...but from the way Chris
talked about her...

...his mother was a control freak.

In what way a control freak?

When Chris first started acting,

she wouldn't let him eat after 6:00 p.m.

The only thing he could drink...

...was flat water and vegetable juices.
No dairy.

No proteins except for turkey and fish.

- Nothing fried.
- ...I transferred all of this to my son.

Were those protein shakes

part of his mother's dietary
regimen, Buzz?

The captain wants to know

if Ms. Walker
knew about the Very Vanilla.

Could you tell us a little
about Chris' diet growing up?

I see that you've read that trash

that Larry Bass calls a book
about Chris' early career.

Yes. I watched what he ate.

And he booked every job he went up for

because he looked so young.

He was able to play 15 when he was 18.

Do you think
that really would have happened

if he was a little fatso?

Is that why he was mostly
subsisting on vanilla smoothies?

Very Vanilla.

I have no idea about smoothies.

I assume he was doing it
to get his weight back down.

He wouldn't have had to worry
about that crap on my watch.

Why are we talking about smoothies?

I mean, didn't you ask me here

to find out how Chris
got his hands on drugs?

- You know?
- Tina.

Of course.

That wretched woman that he married

because I mistakenly
let him do "High School Sucks."

When the producers
cast Tina as his mother...

- His wife played his mother?
- ...I tried to pull him out.

Kind of gross.

I mean, she has a reputation
for seducing younger men,

- especially naive, rich co-stars...
- Hey, buddy.

...that can finance her drug habit.

Uh, ma'am, we're having
trouble locating Tina.

You know where she is?

Of course I know where she is.

Now that she's a widow instead
of a soon-to-be divorcée,

you will find her at Chris' house,

which is now legally hers.

I went by there today to pick
up some important keepsakes

and collect my piano.

That bitch moved back in

the second you people
took your tape down.

She said she was having
a pool party this afternoon

to celebrate.

Slammed the door in my face.

So, I was on a boat with him...

Interesting wake you have going on here.

- Excuse me?
- Ah.

I'm sorry. What's going on here?

Hello, uh, we're listening to that.

Yeah, well,
you don't mind if the L.A.P.D.

has a look around, do you?

Uh, Lieutenant, over here.

I don't think these are green M&M's.

Okay, hold on. I have
prescriptions for all of those.

And your guests?

Do they all have
prescriptions, too, ma'am?

Or are you dealing drugs?

No. Those are just for me, okay?

I had a horse-riding accident in '08.

What is going on, Tina?

Just shut the hell up, Ramon, okay?

Let me handle this.

These white pills... It's oxycodone.

It's the drug which your husband
O.D.'d on a couple days ago.

What?! You're married?!

Uh, ma'am, drop your margarita

and put your hands behind your back.

Okay.

Everybody grab a towel!

You're all under arrest.

L.A.P.D.

Come on, let's go. Let's go!

Grab a towel!

Man, worst pool party ever!

Steak. Gus, you shouldn't
spend that kind of money.

Oh, he didn't have to.
He won them at his restaurant.

- You did?
- Yes.

$2 a ticket, and the restaurant

raffles away
something special every week.

God, my boss is a nice guy.

I'm just happy
he's taken an interest in me.

It sounds like.

Hey, so, um, did Buzz
ever follow up with you

on using the partial

to identify a witness
in his father's murder?

Not yet.

Because I feel like he has
a really compelling rationale

to go beyond the L.A.P.D. point system.

I'm looking forward to hearing it.

So, what did you find out this morning

at your mother's doctor's appointment?

Oh. Well...

it's a girl.

You're gonna have
a little sister in your life.

Well, you would

if she wasn't going to be
living with Gary's parents.

Actually, uh, Gary's parents

invited my mother to move in with them.

Said that they could all
look after the baby together.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Except my mom said that she doesn't want

to risk putting
any more distance between us.

And since I said that I wanted
the baby to be adopted...

Excuse me. I am out of this discussion.

Just... Just cooking.

So, where do Gary's parents live?

Cathedral City.

It's right outside of Palm Springs.

Mm. That isn't so far, really.

Yeah. Yeah, except what if my
mom, like, wakes up one morning

and decides that she wants to
take off with this little girl,

and then Jim and Linda
don't have the parental rights

that they need to go after them?

Like, why did I go and watch
the sonogram with her?

Like, seeing that baby
is clouding my judgment.

Really?

Clouding your judgment?

Sorry.

Just... Just cooking.

Trusting an addict
to do the right thing...

It is a risk.

I know that.

But what do you gain
by giving up on them?

Well, I hope being sober

hasn't ruined your morning.

And take off those damn sunglasses.

It's just plain rude.

How could she play Chris' mom?

She's not even 10 years older than him.

Hollywood years.

I have a headache,

and I am in chronic, chronic pain.

Well, that's the least
of your worries, Tina.

While you were enjoying the aftereffects

of that green pill/ margarita combo,

all your so-called friends were
spilling your dirty secrets.

No, not my Ramon.

Oh, especially your Ramon.

We've learned that you distribute drugs

not only to your swim buddies,

but you're also known
as a pill peddler to the stars.

Oh, no. I am the star, darling.

That little group?

They're just actors
jealous of my career.

Chris wasn't jealous
of your wild success.

But you were slipping him drugs, too.

No, no. He was so clean.

He'd gone back
to being Christopher Robin.

That was his nickname when I met him

because he'd stayed a child for so long.

Mama's little boy.

Now, as your husband,

he must have known
where you got your drugs.

Watch it.

I recurred as a deputy D.A.

for two seasons on "Legal L.A."

You keep talking like this,
and I will ask for a lawyer.

Well, you'll probably need one
when we arrest you for murder.

What murder?

Chris died of an overdose.

But not by his own hand.

Think you'll still be a star
when the L.A.P.D.

announces to the media
you're our prime suspect?

If you don't tell us
where you get your drugs,

we are leaving here,
going to a press conference,

and you will be identified

as the prime suspect in Chris' homicide.

All right, fine.

I get them from Deb.

From Dr. Deb.

Dr. Deb.

Does Deb have a last name?

Buzz, we need
to schedule an appointment.

Dr. Debra Morrow.

The captain wants to see if Dr. Deb

has an availability today.

You know, I haven't been
feeling myself lately.

Think Dr. Deb could help?

Um, she's got like
a three-month waiting list.

Plus, if you're not in movies
or television,

you can forget it.

Oh, well, L.A.P.D. is in a lot of movies

and some of the best
television shows on cable.

I bet Dr. Deb would make
an exception for us.

Maybe you could call her,

suggest that your new best friend, Gia,

should jump the line.

You think somebody's gonna
mistake you for an actress?

They've done it with you. Why not?

Uh, look at it this way...

You either call your lawyer or Dr. Deb.

It's entirely your choice.

Dr. - It's open.

Dr. Deb, this is Gia Winston.

Hi, Gia! Come in. I
know that you're busy. - Hi.

Thank you, Ethan.
We'll only be a few minutes.

Thank you.

Mmm!

Oh, I know.

- Sit. Sit.
- Okay.

So, you have a new series.

- Congrats.
- Yes. It's my first.

Yeah, before this, I only did Broadway,

national tours, a couple commercials.

Oh, honey.

And those sons of bitches in production

made you do your own stunts.

Uh

And you've already managed
to hurt yourself.

Oh. Well, uh...

- We'll say yes. Okay?
- Okay.

So, let's talk about what kind
of pain those stunts caused you.

Put a number to it.

- This all sounds perfectly legitimate.
- What's a good place to have issues?

Or like Dr. Deb got her medical degree
online, maybe. I don't know about numbers.

Okay, well, let's say
you hurt your lower back.

- Oh. Mm-hmm.
- And also your neck.

So with numbers,
we go through from 1 through 10

in terms of intensity.

So, the pain you're living
with right now is an 8...

- A 9?
- 9.

- Ouch.
- Wow.

Well, you deserve
the super deluxe special.

This oxycodone should do the trick.

Oh.

Um, are you experiencing any anxiety

from all the lines you have to learn?

How did you know?

Well, we could give you a little Valium

for your stress.

Okay, Ms. Gia.

With the consultation,
plus the acceleration fee,

your total today comes to $3,500.

Oh, wow. Um, okay, uh...

Aren't you gonna ask
for my insurance information

or make me fill out
some kind of medical form?

Oh, you're so adorable.

No, no. The appointment is free.

What I charge my patients for
is this... vitamins, minerals.

See how it works?

Okay, Amy. Appointment's over.

- I do. I do.
- Oh, good.

Which is why you're
under arrest, Dr. Deb.

Oh, my God!

- Hold on! Wait!
- What are you doing?!

Are you jok... You're not.
You're serious?

- You don't have an appointments!
- Oh, that bitch Tina! Oh!

You have the right to remain silent.

- This is entrapment.
- Anything you say can

and will be used against you
in a court of law.

You have the right to an attorney.

If you cannot afford one,
one will be appointed for you

- by the state.
- I want to talk to my lawyer.

Well, you can call your lawyer

after we put you through booking.

I'm sorry, Ethan. Move my car!

This is bullshit.

My client is an industry-recognized

medical professional and
shouldn't be treated this way.

Unfortunately, we're forbidden

to treat her
the way she really deserves.

But we're willing
to consider calling in a D.A.

and settling on a plea

if she'll tell us to whom she
prescribed all these opiates.

Dr. Deb keeps names off the books

to shield the identities
of her celebrity clientele.

And HIPAA protects the...

Illegally pushing controlled substances

does not constitute a medical practice,

especially during
a murder investigation.

Murder? What? Wait.

Chris Walker
was supposed to be in recovery.

Your prescription sent him
straight to the morgue.

No, no, no. I never sold oxy to Chris.

- Dr. Deb, ple...
- Shut up.

I only sold them to his dietician.

I swear.

- His dietician?
- Could that be his mother?

Oh, no.

I have a bad feeling about this.

Does this dietician have a name?

Yes. Jared Scopes.

A little high-strung, under
a lot of pressure, apparently.

Thank God my daughter is
used to me disappointing her.

Jared. Jared.

Hey. Lieutenant.

How's the murder investigation going?

Oh, terrific.

We have lots and lots
of suspects but no motive.

In fact, everyone involved in the case

had a vested interest
in keeping Chris alive.

Except maybe Chris.

Hey, um...

do you have time for a person question?

Maybe very personal?

Oh, uh, well, is it about you and Gus?

No.

Oh, well, yeah, hey.

I think I got a second. What's up?

When did you know for sure

that you weren't an alcoholic anymore?

Oh, no. I'm still an alcoholic.

What do you mean?

I always will be an alcoholic.
Only, I don't drink.

Okay, but how did you get to that place?

Well, it's not "How did I get here?"

It's "How do I stay here?"

Look, sober, I am present
in all my relationships.

Why would I trade Sharon and all this

for another night on the town?

Of course, not everybody
gets to that point.

And how do you know when
to give someone another chance?

There's no formula.

But not giving people another chance

sometimes hurts you more than them.

All right. Time to get real.

You lied to me, Jared,

you lied to my daughter,
and you lied to my friends.

We believed that you really thought

someone else killed Chris Walker.

Hate to say it, but told you so.

No, you don't. You love
to say "I told you so."

- It wasn't me.
- Okay. A little.

Stop, okay? Just stop.

We know you bought the oxycodone

to put in Chris Walker's protein powder.

Wait, what? Oxy?

- In the vanilla powder?
- Very Vanilla.

Oh, God.

I made him that shake.

Yeah, you did. And it killed him.

Come on, Jared.

Dr. Deb identified you as
Chris Walker's dietician friend.

Yeah, but that oxy prescription...

That wasn't to kill Chris.
That was for me.

Wait a minute. Are you saying
you took the drugs?

How else am I supposed to endure

that whining, entitled, miserable jerk?

Jared, oxy is an opiate.

You're an addict, plain and simple.

Yeah, doesn't your job
require that you...

Okay, fine.

I failed.

I failed Chris, I failed
you guys, I failed my mother.

But I did not put oxy
in his vanilla smoothie.

- Very Vanilla.
- In his Very Vanilla smoothie!

Very Vanilla.

What difference does it make
how vanilla the smoothie is?

Look, that oxy...
That cost me a lot of money.

I would never split it
with that smug bastard ever.

Ooh! Test me.

Took half an oxy this morning.

Yeah, don't worry. We'll test you.

But that doesn't mean
you didn't kill Chris Walker.

Yeah, but why would I do that? Why?

Well, because you hated him.

Oh.

Well... yeah.

But now I'm out of a job.

Yeah, I was supposed to be paid
for all episodes produced,

but the network brought me in
this morning and fired me

because Chris died,
like that's my fault.

Wait, wait. You get paid per episode?

Yes, yes. When we talk
about pay in television,

at least at my level,
we mean by the episode.

Why? Why?

Did you think I punched
a clock or something?

Okay, okay. So, they're
re-shooting Chris' scenes?

Yeah. Yes.

Fortunately, Chris did die early enough

that they can afford it.

Oh, and I saw the new guy
who's playing Gold Storm

while I was walking out
of the producer's office.

Some hunky Australian.

Yeah, and the executives,
they were all over him

like Oscar voters on Meryl Streep.

"Oh, we love you. You're a genius."

Hold on. Hold on.

Buzz, turn the volume down
on the monitors for a second.

They're obsessed with it.

There is a motive
we haven't considered yet.

The show is still viable
with someone else in the part.

- What's his name?
- Let me check.

You think it's possible
that another actor killed Chris

just to get the role?

Here it is.

Fresh up on "Deadline"...

Evan Minor from Melbourne, Australia.

Moved to L.A. three weeks ago.

Wow. He looks enough
like Chris to be his double.

Yes, but the timing of his
arrival here is very suspicious.

That's something
his new agent can explain.

Okay?

After they learned that Chris had died,

the network went looking
for a replacement.

I happened to have
a new actor I just signed

that auditioned and got the part.

That was a complete coincidence.

Police don't believe
in coincidences, Sean.

We spoke with Evan Minor.

- A nice kid.
- Mm-hmm.

He said you called him in Australia

and then paid for him to fly out.

Was that based on the uncanny
resemblance to Chris Walker?

And then you put Mr. Minor
on a special health regimen,

hitting the gym hard.

Dieting like Chris...
lose weight, build muscle.

And Mr. Minor
seems to have been drinking

a lot of Very Vanilla smoothies, too.

- Finally.
- Very Vanilla protein powder?

Lieutenant, isn't that
how Chris Walker died?

Yes, Captain.

He dropped dead from an overdose
of oxy in his smoothie.

Look...

yes, I put my new client
on the Very Vanilla.

To be considered for...

...for athletic roles,

he needed to lose
an additional 5 pounds,

and those smoothies are very effective.

Oh, very.

You told us that you
and Chris were like family.

You loaned him the money for
the down payment on his house.

Did you also have keys
to his Hancock Park residence?

Did you switch his Very Vanilla

with some that you had
already loaded with drugs

while he and Jared
stepped out a few nights ago?

Because if that's what happened, Sean,

there is a very good explanation
that does not include murder.

There is?

You're right. There is.

And that explanation is that it's, um...

Well, it's, uh...

It's that you knew
Chris would lose the role

if he failed his urine test.

Now, if that's all
you wanted to do, Sean...

prove that Chris was using drugs again

so that you could replace him
with someone

that you had scoured the globe
to find...

well, there's no intent.

And therefore, no murder.

All right.

Yes. Yes.

This was all just a horrible mistake.

And I am devastated
and so terribly sorry.

All I really wanted

was for Chris to pee dirty
and lose his job.

"Pee dirty?" That's something
I never need to hear again.

All right, then.

All you need to do is fill out this form

stating that you put oxycodone

in your former client's protein powder

just so he would fail his drug test.

Hey, Amy, that's a great form.

Thanks. Yeah, it's just a little
something I slapped together.

Though, I think that
fill-in-the-blank section

by "Your Intent" was a nice touch.

- What's this?
- Sean, you said you didn't know

that the oxy would kill
your former client.

Our lab had a look
at this protein powder.

It tested 1,800 parts
per million for oxycodone.

That means there were
at least 130 crushed-up pills

in that tub.

And one pill would have
made Chris pee dirty.

Okay, "pee dirty" just sounds disgusting.
One. And you gave him 90.

What's wrong with "urine test," people?

And you knew that Chris put
three scoops in every smoothie.

Now, Sean, I'm not very good
with numbers,

but even I can figure out

that three scoops
of 130 pills of oxycodone,

well, that equals premeditated murder.

24 hours a day, 7 days a week,
52 weeks a year,

I served that little bastard

like a maid, butler, coach, and parent.

And after all of that,
that asshole dumped me

because I managed to make him a star.

Is that right? Is it?

I don't know about that, Sean,
but I do think, like Chris,

it's time for you
to get new representation.

Jared, I remember this little game.

You think, "Oh, I'll stop
when this bottle is finished,"

or, "I'll quit when the drugs are gone."

You con yourself into believing

that there's another chance
a little further down the road.

But there isn't sometimes.

Look, Andy, I'm a doctor, okay?

I get it.

You're a doctor, huh?

So, uh, where's your practice?

Where's your house?

Where's your job?

I...

Hey, Jared.

You know, you can always call me.

24/7.

Yeah.

Well, we need to speak to you

about this report, Buzz,

because even to use
these partials you found

to form a likely print of a witness

to your father's murder requires
an investigatory reason.

I have one.

Oh. Well, let's hear it.

In the video, we have only a
very narrow view of the action.

There might have been someone
standing outside of the frame

who could have seen what happened,

but decided not to get involved.

But in order to be able to use
the partials, you need to...

I know, Captain.

I need to talk to everyone

I can identify from the original report

and not just the person
the partial comes back to.

Or people will say

that you didn't properly
search the evidence.

Right.

And you're willing to do all that?

What choice do I have?

You're a good son. You know that?

Jim and Linda are thrilled

that we're gonna be raising
this baby together,

so you've made them very happy, too.

Open this when you get
to Jim and Linda's.

It's for the baby.

Thank you, Gus.

Um, all right, well,
that's all your luggage, Mom.

You ready?

Okay.

- Bye, Gus.
- Bye.

All right, I'll text you
when I'm on my way back, okay?

Hey, just be careful driving out there.

One second, please.

Um...

If anything ever happened to me...

Damn it. Uh...

What?

I love you.

Gus, I-I...

You changed my life.

And I am a better person now
because of you,

and I don't want to imagine us
anything but together.

I...

I love you.

Nothing?

I'm sorry. I...

I've been waiting
to say this for so long.

I...

I love you, too.

Okay.

All right.

Well, there it is.

Hey.

I'm gonna hold you to those words.

I want you to hold me.