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Major Crimes - 04x01 - A Rose Is a Rose

Come... come... come here,
come here, come here.

Lieutenant Provenza.

Ah, Sykes.

Why the hell are we here?

I mean, couldn't this just
be a-a neighborhood dispute

or a standard follow home?

It could also be an escalation
of the home invasions

occurring almost every
week in this part of town.

Well, if it isn't,

we hand this off to Hollywood
and then we leave.

I want Detective Oderno packed up and gone

before Julio comes back.

Flynn, what the hell is that?

It's the victim's pet.

His name is Nacho.

9:20 this morning, dispatch received a call

from a Mrs. Lynn Reed.

That's her over there by the tree.

She says she saw this little guy
running loose on the street.

Well, anyway, she brought him home

- and then looked in the window.
- Ay, yi...

You think you could hand
Nacho here off to someone

and we could work the actual murder?

Wh-where's the body?

I'll take him.

Not the way we intended
to begin your last day

with Major Crimes, Oderno, but here we are.

Care to introduce me?

Uh, yeah, Lieutenant Provenza,
meet Gary David Erwin,

age 71, widower living alone.

Accountant... Just retired.

Friends say that next Monday,

he was taking a trip to Italy.

Looks like he put off his
departure a week too long.

Struggle all your life saving to retire.

You plan a little trip, and
then some psycho freak

breaks into your house and
puts a bullet in your back.

Uh, three bullets,
actually, lieutenant... 9mm.

Okay, look, i-in these other
home invasions, no one got shot.

So if this is connected, why the escalation?

An excellent question.

Here's a few more,
starting with the flowers.

- What flowers?
- Exactly.

In every other case, our
home invaders gained entry

by pretending to deliver two dozen roses.

Ding-dong!

When fleeing, they left the flowers behind.

Hard to pick up rose stems with your
hands full of other people's stuff.

That's another discrepancy.

Mr. Erwin's jewelry and his
computer are still here.

As is his wallet, full of cash,

which I found on the kitchen counter.

And in every other case,

the person who opened the
door was tased in the chest.

And Mr. Erwin has no taser marks.

Nor was he left behind cuffed and gagged.

- Instead...
- He's dead.

Uh, sorry. Sorry for the victim,

but our work here is done.

- Excuse me?
- Look.

If this murder is not related

to the other home invasions,
then it's not a major crime.

So we hand off poor Mr.
Erwin here to Hollywood,

and we go back to the office
before Julio gets there.

Oh my God! Help! Help, please!

Please help me, please!

I don't know what to do. My mom, she's hurt!

Please help me!

- Please!
- There might be suspects in the house.

- You two guys take the left side.
- Okay, okay, okay.

- It's gonna be okay.
- Hurry up!

My mother!

Help! My mother! You need to help her!

Clear.

Clear.

Go... go up.

House is clear!

Okay.

Now it's a major crime.

Our second victim, Lisa Lewis,

age 48, mother of two...

One blast from a taser,
one gunshot to the head.

She was dead about two hours
when her daughter Ashley

came home from summer school this morning.

And, yes, she was at school...

Advance Placement courses for English.

Is there something new on Stroh?

No, just unverified sightings
in Cyprus and Crete.

So, no one saw anything this
morning or heard gunshots?

No, and I checked up and down the block.

- No security cameras, either.
- Thank you, Buzz.

She's 16, hmm?

Anyone in her family to assume custody?

Well, her father died
of cancer two years ago.

Other than her brother,
she only has a grandmother,

who's on a European river cruise,

and Ashley can't even tell us what river.

Oderno's gone to pick up
Ashley's brother, Peter,

from the gym where he works,

unless you would rather I
call children's services.

Look, th-this girl is going to be in therapy

for the rest of her life.

A few more hours with us won't hurt.

How are we handling the brother?

Well, initially we're only telling him about

the murder of his neighbor
across the street.

Um... listen.

Since Oderno's already started this case,

maybe we should re-think
having Julio back today.

What?

There's no need to re-think anything, Andy.

Oderno started on this case,
and he should finish it out.

Yes, Mike?

Uh, casings confirm
Lisa Lewis and Gary Erwin

were shot with the same gun.

Any hope of finding it?

Hollywood's conducting an article search,

but we have a bigger problem.

The LAPD may have had someone

from these home invasions
under surveillance.

- During the murders?
- I don't know.

Tell Chief Taylor I would like a briefing.

Hi, you busy?

Ashley's calm enough to talk,
but I don't know for how long.

Oh, one second, Amy. Is this important?

Kind of.

Uh... maybe.

Ye... uh, you know what,
I'll... I'll wait. I'll wait.

Okay. Andy, if you could come with me?

What the hell is wrong with you?

I want to focus on catching the bad guy,

not be worried the cop next
to me is about to explode.

Hey, lieutenant, who's that girl in there?

The daughter of a victim.

She came home from school

to find her mother shot in the head.

Have you found the killer yet?

Well, apparently we've had
them under surveillance.

Wh-what's it to you?

Um... just my... my...

My journalism professor rejected my story,

and if I want to be considered
for the paper next fall,

I need to submit something new
by tomorrow at 6:00 p.m., so...

You cannot report anything
that we're doing here.

Not without permission, in
writing, from Chief Taylor.

Okay, fine, wow.

What did I do?

Let's start with this morning.

Did anything unusual happen?

Did you see your brother
before you left for school?

Uh, he was gone before I got up, but I...

I saw my mom.

Did you talk about anything?

She asked me what I wanted for breakfast,

and... and I said cereal,
so she made me oatmeal

before she started getting
ready for her clients.

And when does your mom
normally leave for work?

She doesn't.

She works from home...
Word processing for legal firms.

S-she designs their templates.

Anyone else working for
your mom at your house?

No, most of her project
managers live in other cities.

Didn't she tell you that?

Uh, Lieutenant Provenza, Lieutenant Tao,

meet Peter Lewis.

Lives across the street from Mr. Erwin.

But, uh, he didn't see
anything unusual this morning.

I don't know why anyone
would kill the poor old guy.

Hey, I'm not... in any trouble, am I?

No. No, no, no, no, no.

Um, as a matter of fact,

we're in trouble and could use your help.

My help? In what way?

So, you didn't see anything
abnormal this morning?

What about last week? Anyone
new show up to the house?

New? Like who?

For example, did you change maids

or, uh, gardeners or anything like that?

No, my brother takes care of the lawn,

and w-we don't have any
maids or anything like that.

Do you know what your
mother kept in her safe?

Um...

Her jewelry, money, a gun,

our birth certificates.

What kind of gun?

I'm not sure. It wasn't hers. It was...

It was my dad's.

And his wedding ring was in the safe.

It's gone.

It's all gone!

Of course, I'm at the gym training
people most of the day.

Not worth going home on breaks,

so if any one came by I wouldn't, uh...

Pete! Pete!

Oh, my god, Pete!

- Oh, my god, Pete!
- Hey.

- Oh, my god!
- Ashley, what's the matter?

They didn't tell you?

Mom's dead, Pete.

Someone shot her.

She's dead.

Peter, I'm Captain Sharon Raydor.

My mom's dead and you didn't tell me?!

Unfortunately, this morning
during a robbery of your home...

A-a robbery? What?

Your mother was shot and killed.

- I'm so sorry.
- We were...

We were just trying to find
the right way to tell you.

What bullshit.

Where's my sister?

Hey, Peter.

Pete!

Welcome back, Julio.

Welcome back.

Follow the investigation
as closely as you want,

but, uh, restrict your story
to the victim's family.

Okay, but if you arrest the killers

before 4:00 or 5:00 p.m. tomorrow,

I can report that, though, yeah?

Maybe.

Captain.

Meet the newest credentialed
journalist with the LAPD.

For the next 48 hours.

Oh, is that what you
wanted to talk to me about?

No, um... c-can I steal you for a second?

- Can I... is that okay?
- Sure.

Um...

Hi, I'm supposed to give this to you.

Hi, yes. Thank you.

If you're already writing another one,

they must have really
liked your first story.

Oh, they didn't.

No, uh, wh-what I wanted to
talk to you about was, um...

Look, just, Sharon,

promise you won't get freaked out.

When have you ever seen me freaked out?

All right, um... Here it goes.

I-I think...

I think some guy's been
following me around campus.

- Can you describe him?
- I can do better than that.

I took a selfie with the
guy in the background.

That's... see, that's...
That's him right there.

The one in the blue.

I've... I've noticed him several times now.

Can you e-mail me this photo?

And I will make sure that we get an I.D.

- On your possible stalker.
- Okay.

Wait, wait, wait, wait. That's it?

You're not gonna, like,

try and put me in protective custody again?

Oh, no... No, not yet.

Um, seems pretty clear

that Phillip Stroh is out of the country.

And he's never coming back.

- Captain?
- E-mail me that photo.

Excuse us, kid.

Two days ago, we caught a
lead on a person of interest

possibly fencing merchandise

from these home invasions in Colorado.

A Mr. Jim Norton.

You have his DMV photo there.

Turns out, in addition to
having great relationships

with pawnshops in Denver,

Mr. Norton is also employed

by the Remus Home Security
Company here in L.A.

As a patrol guard in Hollywood.

Allowing him to case homes
carefully beforehand.

But instead of arresting Mr. Norton,

you put an undercover
detail on him. Is that it?

Since our home invaders had
never shot anyone before,

I thought why not follow Mr. Norton?

See if he could introduce
us to the rest of his gang.

And how'd that work out?

Obviously not very well.

Look, I took a chance.

Just like you're taking a chance, captain,

by insisting I make no personnel
changes to your division.

May I remind you that Julio has served out

his full five-month suspension without pay,

and behavioral science says
he has a grip on his temper.

- My own interactions with him have been fine.
- I know, I know.

I have followed Julio very
closely, too, captain.

Why don't we talk about

what needs to happen here, right now?

I would like

to put the Lewis children up in a hotel,

at least until S.I.D. finishes
at the crime scene.

And I'd like Julio Sanchez
confined to this building

for at least the next two weeks.

Also, I need a briefing

on how our surveillance failed so badly.

Okay, so, Jim Norton
was here this morning.

He was parked three full miles
away from your crime scene,

casing the next house he intends to rob,

and where we intended to arrest him.

Maybe Norton's the wrong guy.

Or maybe he figured out
that you were following,

and maybe led you in the opposite direction.

No, it's not possible.
My people are invisible.

Invisible. Right.

Does Norton ever participate in the robbery?

Well, he doesn't match the
descriptions we have from our victims.

One white male,

one latina female, both late 20s.

Average height, average weight,

average everything.

No, unfortunately, these suspects

aren't living with Norton or
stopping by his residence.

And he's not communicating with them

- through cellphone or e-mail accounts.
- Yeah, yeah.

But your report says here
that you observed Norton

filling up a van with computers, iPads...

When you have suspects under
surveillance and they commit a crime,

you're required by law to arrest them.

Loading up a van is not a crime.

Yeah, how could Cooper
have known that stuff was stolen

without breaking cover and taking it, sir?

- He walked right up to the line.
- Yeah, but he didn't cross it.

And if Norton is casing another house,

why shouldn't Cooper set up there

and catch everyone in the act?

The pattern is every two weeks.

Do we want these dirtbags on the street

for another 14 days after
they shot two people?

- Should I just shut up?
- Absolutely not.

Murder isn't part of the pattern, Andy.

Nor was killing people across the street.

Something bad happened this morning.

Maybe our home invaders are looking to do...

another robbery right
away and close up shop.

- Mike may be right.
- Why do you say that?

Jim Norton just left a florist

carrying a vase and two dozen roses.

You don't buy roses two weeks

- before you're going to deliver them, either.
- No, you don't.

This house Mr. Norton
was casing this morning,

what's the address?

Now, whatever you do, don't be defensive.

Right.

Can't let it look like I
know I'm gonna be tased.

Of course, that's the part
that has me most worried.

The vest won't
protect you from the shock,

but it'll keep the taser
from leaving a mark.

Buzz, five minutes.

Thank you, Mission Control.

Detective Oderno, do we have picture?

Crystal clear. Good to go.

Lieutenant Tao, am I transmitting?

We're good.

All right, my guys have
Norton in their line of sight

about two miles from here.

We are in position.

But not entirely invisible.

- Oh, damn.
- Mm-hmm.

Okay, well, in my defense,

I trained Rusty how to spot
somebody following him.

Look, I understand your concern, captain,

but my people can't watch him forever.

It's not forever, lieutenant.

It's just till he's out of danger.

And when do mothers decide their
children are out of danger?

Rusty finds out what you're doing here,

- he's not gonna be happy.
- I know.

I don't feel good about it, lieutenant.

But I... I would feel even
worse attending his funeral.

If you could just...

Picture and sound on all cameras.

Lieutenant Provenza, we go as planned.

Radio discipline begins now.

Uh, is something wrong?

No.

I was just wondering why we never saw

Mr. Norton hand off his roses to anyone.

Hmm.

Flower delivery for Mrs. Jennifer Wright.

- Oh, they're beautiful.
- There you go. Just need a signature.

Oh.

Yeah, sure.

Get the windows! Get the windows!

- LAPD! Drop your weapons!
- No...

Don't move! Don't move!

- LAPD! You're under arrest!
- God!

Keep your hands over your head!
Now get down on your knees!

Don't move! Don't move!

Sykes? Sykes.

You okay?

Yeah, I think so.

Have we met?

That's my girl.

Captain, the suspects
are in custody and alive,

thanks to this bean-bag thing.

How is Amy?

She's good.

She's very good.

Good job, everyone.

Lieutenant Cooper, if
you could have your men

pick up our security guard, Mr. Norton?

Buzz, if you could clear our equipment

- out of this house and wrap this up?
- Yes, ma'am.

If you give up that right, 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...
- Don't worry, captain.

I'll find a new team to
follow the kid on campus.

Thank you, lieutenant, and
if I sounded brusque before,

it's probably because

I don't think I've slept
through the night in months.

I get it.

Mr. Beck?

What the hell are you doing?

All right, all right,
don't worry. Don't worry.

I have permission from Chief
Taylor to write the story.

I'm so glad you caught the killers,

because now I can turn in an exclusive.

You guys call for me?

I heard on the radio you caught
the people who killed my mother.

Wait, wait, wait. This
is already in the news?

Cutthroat business.

Uh, Detective Sanchez,

would you escort Peter here
to the break room, please?

Y-you asked me here!

Well, we're missing some evidence

that would put the suspects
inside your house yesterday.

Search warrants are being served

in their offices and their homes,

and if we find anything in their possession

that you can identify as having belonged

- to your family...
- Sir, this way.

What bullshit.

Hey, hey, hey, you guys... you guys knew

how important this story was to me,

and you released it to the press?

Well, when we have incomplete information,

sometimes the professional
media helps us finish the story.

Didn't I say, "concentrate
on the victim's family"?

Your captain is where?

Interview 2.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

How do I... how do I,
uh, start a conversation

with a guy the day after
his mother was murdered?

Well, if I were you, I'd try lying.

Of course I'm a cop.

It's not just that all
these houses were robbed

in the areas that you patrol, Mr. Norton,

though that is an interesting coincidence.

Well, it proves those neighborhoods

need private security companies, yeah?

Our thieves used arrangements
of two dozen roses

to get their foot in the door
of homes they were robbing.

And last night, we have video

of you purchasing flowers
from an area florist.

We... it is not against the law
to buy roses for someone.

For whom did you buy the roses, Mr. Norton?

Look, it... Okay.

It... it is a condition of my employment

to cooperate with the police, okay?

But... but I also have a right to privacy

in my personal life, too, okay?

And... and do not think that I
am ignorant of the law, either.

I'm not, okay? I was pre-law in college.

So, besides the absence of stolen property

in their possession, any other complications

in charging these people with our murder?

- So anything I say to you about the flowers...
- A few. Well, the guy making entry

- is totally voluntary.
- had a shotgun, not a 9mm.

- It is not an obligation.
- He killed two people with the other weapon...

- Please keep that in mind.
- So they dumped it.

- Okay? I want to help.
- They were still caught in the act.

- Help you. The police.
- What can we charge Mr. Norton with so far?

Mm, felony floral arrangement.

And, again, I don't have to tell you this,

but ultimately, the roses
were for a sick friend.

Oh, but the sick friend never got the roses

because they were left in
the back of your patrol car,

which brings us to yet another
interesting coincidence.

Mm, the person driving
the patrol car after you,

Claudia, used these roses to gain entry

in a home invasion this morning.

And the coincidences just go on.

Because the person

with whom Claudia was
arrested this morning...

Earl Davis... You know Earl?

He works for Remus Home Security, too.

Interesting guy, Earl... Carries a shotgun.

Okay, I... I'm...

I'm beginning to wonder
if I need an attorney.

Oh, now there's another coincidence.

Because that is exactly

what Claudia and Earl asked
for when we arrested them...

A lawyer.

They're also married.

And since you were pre-law,
Jim, perhaps you'll recall

husbands and wives can't
testify against one another.

So, if they make a deal,

it feels as if it might be at your expense.

Do you want to take a second
and think about what that means?

Hi, excuse me. Are, um...

Are you Peter Lewis?

Yeah, that's me. Why?

Hi, uh... Rusty Beck.

I-i-I'm... I'm the son of the police captain

investigating what happened
at your house yesterday.

Uh, she thought that maybe

publicizing these terrible murders...

I-i write for a college paper...

might... might help solve the case.

Help?

Help how?

Um...

Do you mind if I record our conversation?

Look, I-I'm sure it's...
it's not easy, but...

Talking about your mother
humanizes this crime for people

and might actually make
someone come forward.

You want to know about my mom?

Um...

Okay.

After my dad died, she lost her mind...

Felt like she had to take
complete control over my life.

And when I'd finally had enough

and dropped out of UCLA Business,

she stopped talking to me.

Even though we lived in the same house,

we didn't speak for months.

And this whole idea of someone tricking

their way through the front door with roses?

That's crazy.

Not only would she never answer

the front door in her bathrobe, ever,

nobody ever sent my mother roses but me.

On Mother's Day.

And that didn't happen this year.

And now it's never gonna happen again.

Okay, if you get me an attorney,

I will tell you everything
that you want to know

if you can promise me

a grand-theft beef served in county.

We do not plea double homicide

down to grand theft.

Double homicide? What?!

Peruse these pictures

from the job you pulled
yesterday, Mr. Norton,

and notice the dead bodies on the floor.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no,
no, no, no. We... wha...

W-w-we didn't do this!

Y-yesterday? No, no, no.

We don't rob houses two days
in a row. It's too risky.

- Does this sound like the wrong guy to you?
- Look at the crime scene, Mr. Norton.

He probably wouldn't just admit
to murder right off the bat.

No, but he did just confess
to all the home invasions.

Taser marks on the woman's chest.

The jewelry, it's missing.

Roses on the floor.

O-okay, b-but... but she's not handcuffed.

Okay, or... or gagged.

And... and... thi... right here! Right here.

This... this... this... this is
not the vase that I buy, okay?

You know what? You ask the
guy at the flower shop.

That's not my vase.

They're also not his roses.

In his other home invasions,

Norton's team brought hybrid tea roses.

Now, the ones we found at the Lewis house

- were old garden roses.
- Once inside the house,

the first thing our suspects
did was close up all the blinds.

They did this with all their robberies.

Now, when we went to the Lewis house,

all the blinds were open.

But the pattern...

Was... Was out there, sir.

I saw it on the news, and we publicized it.

Advising people on
everything from being wary

of a woman delivering red
roses to locking up jewelry.

Even mentions stun guns. Uh, excuse
me, but this might be important.

Looking over their finances,

an itemized charge on a Visa
card held by our victim's son,

Peter Lewis, for a Vipertek.

Peter Lewis bought a stun gun.

Six weeks ago, yes.

Good work, Oderno. Really, good work.

So, with regard to our suspects,

the roses don't match,
the vase doesn't match.

There was a stun gun on the premises,

and the blinds weren't pulled.

The defense rests.

But if not Norton and company,
someone framed them.

Where's Peter Lewis right now?

He's in the break room with Rusty, ma'am.

- What?!
- Damn it.

Well, you're the one who told Rusty

that he should interview
the victim's family.

My god, there is nowhere safe.

Nowhere!

What about you? Your mom
choose your major for you?

No, um, my mom doesn't really try

to boss me around or anything.

I'm pretty much my own guy.

Rusty, you need to get
out of here right now. Oh.

- Have you been recording this conversation?
- Wha...

- I'll keep your phone.
- No, no, no, no,

I have permission to do a story
on the victim's family, Sharon.

We will talk later. Julio.

Peter Lewis, you have the
right to remain silent.

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

- You have the right to an attorney.
- Oh, my god.

Out! I said out!

If you cannot afford one, one will
be appointed for you by the State.

Peter, I'm gonna make this quick.

Why did you buy a stun gun six weeks ago?

B-because my sister's
ex-boyfriend was stalking her.

She was scared to go out
of the house by herself.

Where did your sister keep this stun gun?

No, I mean she had it to begin with.

But... but then she threatened Raul
with it and he took it from her.

I need her ex-boyfriend's
full name right now.

Raul, Raul Diaz.

And do you happen to know
this Raul boy's address?

Hey, Raul.

Is that you, brother?

- Hey, man.
- Who is it?

Hey, look, I'm Lieutenant
Chuck Cooper from the LAPD.

I want to talk to you about the... Oh, shit!

Hey!

Raul! Raul, stop!

Stop!

Freeze!

Raul, stop!

Stop!

Help me!

Help me, please!

Help me!

Please!

- Ashley! Ashley, are you okay?
- Please!

- Sweetheart, are you okay?
- No!

- Come on, get up. Get up.
- No, you have to listen!

Okay, okay. He was threatening to
kill my brother like he did my mother!

All right, get her out of here.

- Get her out of here, Flynn.
- Come on.

Go, go, go.

A-ha!

Here's the Vipertek stun gun.

What kind of a deal do
you offer a kid like this?

Hopefully one that fits on his tombstone.

Captain.

Yeah, I think we may be
able to wrap this up.

Home invasions, double homicide, kidnapping,

and I didn't get to write
a single word of any of it.

Do you think I could get my phone back

now that the story's completely over?

- It's not over.
- It is for me.

I'm hours past the deadline,
and now I won't be considered

for staffing the paper until November.

And I write ten times
better than anyone there.

Maybe, but you still have a
lot to learn about being a reporter.

Because there's a great story here, Rusty,

- and you didn't even notice it.
- I noticed the story, Buzz.

I wasn't allowed to tell it.

But a good reporter knows how

to take what's available and
give it a new perspective.

And you don't have to wait for someone at
college to say you're part of the media.

There are hundreds of ways to
tell a good story these days.

Of course, first, you have to find it.

Raul confessed everything
to Sykes and Oderno...

Um, both murders, robbery,
kidnapping the girl.

And he was read his rights.

Yes, and he said, "I did it," before
we even asked a question.

The gun we took from him was registered

to Mrs. Lewis' husband,

and everything that was
missing from the house,

we found in Raul's bedroom.

Excuse me.

Has he volunteered a motive?

Yeah, Ashley was still in love
with him. She just didn't know it.

Yeah, and then her mother was an obstacle.

Raul believed that once the mother

was out of the picture,
Ashley would understand.

As for Mr. Erwin, he
didn't want to shoot him.

It's just that, as the old man waved at him

as he drove up, Raul felt he had no choice.

Okay.

- I'll call D.D.A. Hobbs.
- Yeah.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. On this?

We don't need a deal.

- I disagree.
- May I ask why?

How did Raul know the
combination to the safe?

How did he know there was a gun inside?

Why did Peter Lewis buy a Vipertek?

You need to let me finish
my job here, chief.

- Excuse me.
- Oh, captain.

Chuck fired his weapon,

so he's stuck with F.I.D. for a while,

- but he said he'd call you later.
- Thank you, Amy.

Detective Julio Sanchez.

I am so sorry to keep you waiting,

but when the LAPD kills a suspect,

we have tons of paperwork.

- Raul's dead?
- Look, my sister's exhausted.

- She's still recovering from the...
- He's dead?

Yes, ma'am, shot to death
while resisting arrest.

- Oh, my god, Peter.
- The suspect isn't dead.

- What's going on?
- It's all my fault.

- It's not your fault.
- I'm not sure.

You didn't do anything wrong.

Captain, has anyone read
this girl her rights?

I argued with mom about
breaking up with Raul.

- Don't worry, Andrea.
- I defended him!

I'm not gonna use her statement against her.

I got it wrong.

What did you get wrong?

Ashley?

It's okay. You can tell us now.

Raul can never hurt you again.

Right.

Whatever else Raul did, Ashley,

he's not coming back from the dead.

He called me and said

that he knew who killed my
mom, and he could prove it.

All I had to do was meet
with him for five minutes.

So I... I came downstairs from the hotel,

and I... I let him talk
me into his car, and...

I had no idea.

Do we really have to put
her through this right now?

Yes, I'm afraid so, sir.

Ashley, you said you had no idea?

You lied to us!

You arrested the wrong people.

You acted like I was involved in
the murder of my own mother.

And after all these... these mistakes,

I don't know if you're just stupid or trying

to cover your asses or
maybe shot Raul in the back.

- Or maybe you just don't care about us.
- Think I'll just, uh,

stick my head in there for a second.

Leave it alone for a minute, lieutenant.

So, what is there left to figure out?

None of you know Jack
about what's going on here.

We're done helping you.

Sell your bullshit somewhere else

and leave me and my sister alone.

Sir.

You've been read your rights.

Do you want an attorney?

Or we could arrest you for
obstruction of justice.

Up to you.

Or you can sit down and let your sister

help us figure out why
Raul killed your mother.

Unless you're afraid of something.

You afraid of something, Peter?

No.

No, I'm...

Just get it over with.

So, Raul talked you into his car.

What did he say?

He said that he... that he killed my mother.

And that he had her money and jewelry,

so we'd have something to live
on while we're on the run.

And then he said that if
I didn't come with him,

that he'd...

that he'd kill Peter, too.

And anyone else that I cared about.

Until I slept with him.

How could he think that?

What made him think that?

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. He was such a freak.

Is that true, Raul?

Are you a freak?

'Cause Ashley says you are.

I really believed that she loved me.

I thought she loved me.

Well, she doesn't love you.

And as things stand, you'll
probably go to prison

for the rest of your life for two counts

of first-degree murder
and aggravated kidnapping.

I didn't kidnap... I didn't kidnap her.

Ashley made me pick her up tonight.

She wanted her half of the cash.
Ashley was in handcuffs.

I got those cuffs to put on her mother.

I wanted to make it look like
the robberies we read about.

- When the old guy saw me...
- Well, if this girl involved her boyfriend...

in some kind of weird
murder-for-hire of the mom,

- we're gonna need proof of that.
- I left the handcuffs in the car.

Whose idea was it to kill Mrs. Lewis?

It was yours, Raul.

No, it was Ashley's.

But she just wanted to
live her own life a little.

Her mom was so scared

of something bad happening to her.

She was on top of her every second...

Every day, every night.

Ashley told me there was only one way

we could be together, and...

- I didn't want to lose her.
- But you have.

You're going to prison.

And Ashley is gonna meet someone else.

Get married, have babies, get a job.

And you're gonna be making license plates

and eating powdered eggs

every morning for the rest of your life.

Unless you can somehow help us prove

that Ashley was involved.

Did she leave part of
her plan on a voicemail?

No.

Did she load the gun that
you found in the safe?

No.

Did she help you get the
duct tape or the handcuffs?

No.

Okay.

Would it help if... if she bought the roses?

What'd you just say? Speak up!

Would it help if she bought the roses?

You didn't buy those roses yourself?

I-I was supposed to.

It would help if we could
prove she bought the roses.

I didn't have enough cash,

so Ashley conned her mom out of the money.

Do you remember where
Ashley bought those roses?

A florist

on, uh... on Wilshire and Crescent Heights.

Wilshire and Crescent Heights. On it.

Buzz, go with her and see if
they have security cameras.

Yes, sir.

Look, none of this would have happened

if Ashley's mom just let
her live her own life.

I don't know, Raul.

I'm beginning to think

that Mrs. Lewis' concerns were justified.

She just wanted to live her
own life a little, you know?

But her mom was so scared that
something bad was gonna happen,

she was on top of her daughter
every second... day and night.

Lieutenant Cooper.

Just finishing up, yes.

You know, I've been thinking
about it, and you're right.

It's time to let go of
Rusty's undercover team.

No, I'm certain.

I thank you for your frankness.

I wonder.

Um, hey, lieutenant, uh, this... this girl,

the... the one you... you found in the...

in the trash last year,

the one who called herself Alice,

did you ever find out her name?

No.

No, we I.D.'d her killer, which was our job.

But who... who was Alice?

Really?

Well, maybe someday we'll find out.

Or maybe we won't.

Do you mind if I take that photo

just to... just to make a copy?

No, help yourself.

- Raul lied to you!
- Can and will be used against you in a court of law.

- He lied! I-I would never!
- You have the right to an attorney.

This is... help me, Peter! Help me!

You can't do this!
You're making a mistake!

Where are you taking her?

Let go!

You're making another mistake!

Your sister had her boyfriend

kill your mother and your neighbor.

I think that you have done
all you possibly could

to protect her.

But she is too dangerous to be free.

I'm sorry.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- Got a minute?
- Mm.

I just wanted to say,

regarding this whole Julio thing,

you know I was looking after
your best interests, right?

Andy, I've been looking
after my own best interests

for a really long time, especially at work.

I don't need you for that.

Okay. Sure.

I get it.

So...

What do you need me for?

Close the door.

Let's talk.