All language subtitles for High.Potential.S01E03

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Keep my baby close.
This won't take long.

♪ I got a bicycle ♪

♪ I'm cruising down the street ♪

♪ I like to keep it loose ♪

♪ A freak in the sheets ♪

Detectives.
Where's my better half?

Bathroom.

Mm.

Good morning. Morgan.

So, what do you think happened?

Well... I think we can rule out
nothing.

- And we're off.
- Melted candles. Empty glass.

Clothes thrown everywhere.

Looks like a wild night
that went south.

- But was it murder?
- A hundred percent.

What, you don't think so?

I think it was murder
and a cover-up.

But I want to know how you know.

Sounds like a challenge.

How fun.
See these hand towels?

You may remember that I used to
be a professional cleaner.

- Mm. Vaguely.
- Yes.

The way that these towels
are folded are a disgrace.

Look.
The bottom two have two edges.

The top one has three edges.

That means the killer used
this top towel

to clean up after himself,
cover his tracks.

Hm.

Now... get down here
and see what I'm seeing.

I can see just fine
from up here, thanks.

But what do you see?
- You see these streaks?

Any self-respecting
housekeeper is gonna use

a microfiber mop
on a bathroom floor.

Our murderer used that towel
to wipe up this area.

- Which suggests a cover-up.
- Exactly.

Now, our vic--
Is it okay if I call him Vic?

It's happening.
Our vic was not alone.

Because no man's gonna spend
money on a hotel room this fancy

unless he's planning on
entertaining.

And my guess--
a sexy brunette.

♪ I was feelin' blue
before... ♪

Why?
Did you find a hair sample?

Nah, but blonde seems
too obvious.

So I'm going with brunette
for now.

Either way, she had to be
pretty attractive, because--

I don't mean to be
disrespectful,

but the dead guy in the tub
is super hot.

Morgan, please don't ever
comment on the hotness

of a victim ever again.

Okay. The manager opened
the safe for us,

and we found
the victim's wallet inside.

Eighty dollars cash and an ID.

Ernest Lozano.
Mexico City.

Do a deep dive.

Anything, everything
you can find on the guy.

But stop by the security center
downstairs first.

Look at last night's footage.
- Got it.
- Yep.

Wonder what he was
drugged with.

How do you know he was drugged?

Well, 'cause who does
their dishes in a hotel room?

Except you, maybe.

Anyway, this glass was
rinsed out and wiped clean.

And why would you do that

unless you were trying to get
rid of white residue?

Notice anything else
about the glass?

That's a whiskey tumbler.

Lead-free, crystal cut,

which is harder
and more durable than glass.

Withstands most scratches.
Also refracts light beautifully.

You want me to know
you drink whiskey so bad.

Point being,
this piece of glassware

is far more expensive
than the others.

It must have been brought up
to the room.

That's right.
So Lozano and his sexy brunette

stopped at the hotel bar
before coming up to the room.

But you already knew that.
- Mm-hmm.

The tumbler was rinsed out,

leaving little to zero trace
of whiskey,

which strongly suggests
a cover-up.

And why cover it up
unless it was murder?

Now, let's go hit the hotel bar.

I recognize him.

He had a drink at the start
of my shift, around 7 p.m.

Was he with anyone?

A sexy brunette, maybe?

I'd say medium sexy.
Also, she was a blonde.

Really?

Did it seem like business
or pleasure?

Maybe both.

The guy was definitely
tying one on.

Made sure to leave a generous
tip before they bounced.

Catch the name of his guest,
by any chance?

We were slammed, so I couldn't
really hear their convo,

but I want to say that her name
sounded like, uh,

Candace or Gladys or Janis.

Hm.

Thank you.
- Thank you.

So, we scrubbed through
last night's footage,

and we found this
at 8:02 p.m.--

Lozano and his mystery woman
down the fourth floor,

into the room.

And then at 8:33 p.m.,
right there, she leaves.

No one else used a keycard

to enter the suite
until this morning,

when the cleaners discovered
Ernest Lozano's body.

That must be our killer.

I showed a photo of our mystery
woman to the hotel doorman.

He said she parked her red Kia

out front in a no-parking zone
around 7 p.m.,

shortly after LADOT arrived
and started writing tickets.

So call LADOT, see if we can
I.D. the red car.

I already called.

They didn't issue a ticket
to a red Kia

out front of this hotel
last night.

The only cars
that don't get ticketed

belong to cops and doctors.

- Cops aren't issued red cars.
- Right.

So it must be
Vehicle Code 21058.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah, it must be.
Yeah.

Remind Oz about Vehicle Code
210...58.

It's an emblem allowing
physicians responding

to emergencies to be exempt
from laws governing parking.

There's a hospital
less than a mile from here.

Swing by and see
if anyone recognizes the woman

from our hotel security footage,
and we'll circle back

at the precinct.

That sounds like
a city-council issue,

not a major-crimes issue.

Of course.

Keep me posted.
Bye.

How's the hotel case looking?
- Daphne and Oz ID'ed our suspect

as a physician
who works in the neighborhood.

They're bringing her
in for questioning as we speak.

- Do you like her for it?
- Oh, very much.

We have her our own
hotel security footage entering

and exiting the victim's room
around the time of the murder.

- Yes.
- It's open and shut.

The file you requested,
Lieutenant.

Thank you.

Uh-oh.

You good with that?
Need some help?

No one can help me with this.

I'm gonna have to rely
on someone

I'd rather not deal with.

Mm.
Welcome to my world.

Dr. Iris Bowman,
tell us about your relationship

with Ernest Lozano.

I wouldn't call it
a relationship.

- What would you call it?
- Harmless fun.

We met three months ago
in a hotel bar and hit it off.

I can't believe he's dead.

When you say hit it off--

It's exactly what you think
it means.

Ernest would reach out
whenever he was in town.

It was... no-strings-attached fun
between two adults.

Mm. Well, what did you know
about him?

Ernest was a curator
in Mexico City.

He wasn't like most L.A. guys.

He was fun, charming,
cultured--

What'd your husband think
about this casual fling?

My husband died in
a car accident nine months ago.

What Ernest and I had
was temporary.

He was meant to be
a-a band-aid on my life.

So what happened last night?

Nothing.

He was in town.
I met him at our spot.

We had a drink or two,
went up to our room,

drew a bath.

But then Ernest fell asleep,
so I left.

Well, see, the thing is,
Dr. Bowman,

we have you on security footage
entering Lozano's room

and then exiting
30 minutes later.

After that, not a soul enters
or exits that room.

And now Ernest Lozano... is dead.

I-I told you everything.

- Mm-hmm.
- He was alive when I left.

Do I need a lawyer?
- That would be wise.

You have the right
to remain silent.

If you refuse to answer--
- She didn't do it.

The candles. There were candles
lining the bathtub.

I have the same ones at home.

I got them on clearance.
They smell like laundry.

But the problem is they only
burn for about four hours.

I'm sorry. I-I don't know.
Is that a long time?

For a candle?
What?

No.
A tea light burns longer. No.

All of the candles
were melted down all the way

except for this one.

Something put out this candle.

And you know what puts out fire?

Uh, water.

- Yes, Doctor!
- W-Water.

Water puts out fire.
In this case, bath water.

Bath water put out
this lone candle.

So that means there was
a tub fight.

There was thrashing around.

Bath water splashed out
and extinguished the flame.

The candle looked like
it'd been burning

for about an hour and a half.

Okay. So you are saying that
when Dr. Bowman left the room,

all the candles were burning,
and an hour after that,

something happened in that room.

And someone was in that room.

Can I leave now?

Yeah.
Free to go.

Speakin' of good...

Huh?

And our only suspect
walks out the door.

Mahomes under on passing yards,
over on rushing yards.

Uh, next, WNBA Finals.

Aces, money line, Wilson--
Ah.

Fifteen years ago,

Roman Sinquerra
painted a mural downtown.

You wrote the citation
and the report,

but both are illegible.

What does this say?

Look, if you're
so interested...

Give me 2K.

Fine-- 1K.

No?
Five hundred?

I don't care how low you go.

I'm not gonna pay you
for information.

Whatever thing is happening
in NASCAR.

One thousand
on numbers 10 through 19.

And that's it.

I love you, Mom.
Bye.

Read this address out loud now.

14641 Willington Street.

No such place.

There's a Washington Boulevard
and a Billington Street,

but neither has a 14641.

This is definitely 14641.
Billington Street.

Again, no such place.

Fifty bucks says this there is.

There isn't.

But if you want to give me
your money like that,

sure, I'll check it out.

I'll drive.

Wow.

There used to be nothing
but chop shops

and stash houses on this street.

Now they got a CrossFit gym,

vegan Nashville
hot-chicken restaurant,

and a third-wave coffee shop.

It's beautiful.

Wait.

This was the street, right?

I could have sworn the mural
was here.

Maybe I didn't write this.

Turn around, Melon.

14614 Billington.

Looks like a sign protected
a part of that mural.

- It's a cool fish tail.
- That's a bird's wing.

Those are feathers, not skins.

- That's a fish tail.
- It's a bird's wing!

Double or nothing.

Why not?

Definitely feathers.

- We have news on our victim.
- What's up?

We heard back

from Ernest Lozano's colleagues
in Mexico City.

They said he's alive and well

and showing up for work
every day.

Yeah.

Local police questioned Lozano

about his ID showing up
at the hotel of a murdered man.

He told them about a ride he
took a couple years ago in LA.

On the drive,
he and the driver joked

about how much
they looked alike.

Later that night,
he realized he lost his wallet.

So our victim-- -
- Is not Ernest Lozano. Okay.

Put pressure on the lab
for DNA and fingerprints

from the crime scene,
and I'll look more closely at--

Where's the evidence box?

"Working from home.
See you tomorrow. Morgan."

Smiley face.

This is the best movie night
ever.

All right.

The trick is to see
if we can notice things

other people can't.

What do you think
these keys go to?

Oh, bike lock, P.O. box,
and car keys.

You are my son.

Ava, can you grab us
a couple sodas?

I can't touch surfaces
'cause of my gloves.

Okay.
This is interesting.

Do you see this stitching
right here?

Thank you.
- Two sodas.

Oh!
Hi...

...strange boy in my house.
Who are you?

I'm Ryder, Ava's friend.

Oh, yeah?

What are you doing?

What does it look like?
Studying.

I couldn't find the cookies,
so I got cheese puffs.

Thank you!
I love cheese p--

I bought those.
These are mine.

Can I see you in the hallway
for a second?

Okay.
Don't freak out.

Ludo said I could have Ryder
in my room

as long as we shut the door
if our music got too loud.

Oh, he did?

Oh!
Man, what a problem solver.

That's great, because, uh,
my primary concern here

was the decibel level
of your music.

Mom, we were just studying.

To be continued.

I assume you got my Post-it.
- Mm.

You never take evidence home,
Morgan.

Ever.
Y--

You have got to be kidding me.

What?
He's wearing gloves.

You're upset and you're allowed
to have all your feelings.

But people bring
their work home all the time.

My daughter's in her room,

working on her homework
right now.

Elliot, go bug your sister.
Quick. Run.

Op-- Keep the door open.

Ava!
I'm coming to bug you!

Morgan, this goes against
all rules

and all protocol
for handling evidence.

Well, what's the worst
that could happen?

Um, you know, I don't know.

Let me think.
Oh, right.

Everything in here becomes
inadmissible in court

and we can't convict
the murderer.

Yeah.
That's bad.

That'd be bad.
And I get that.

I did think about that,
but here's the thing.

I really want to help you figure
out who your dead guy is.

Silly me. I was gonna use
dental records and fingerprints.

There's so many clues
in this evidence box

that you guys missed.

Did anybody even look at
the shoes?

There's cement
all over the soles.

He must have lived or worked
near a construction site.

Oh, great.

We'll just visit
the one construction site

in Los Angeles.

Okay.
Look at the man's pants.

This is not
the original stitching,

but this repair was done
by a professional.

See the threads?
- What about them?

They don't cross.

You don't find that
the tiniest bit strange?

I can say with full confidence
I have never in my life

thought about how threads cross
on a pants hem.

Well, lucky for you, I've spent
a lot of time thinking about it.

The whole
hyperactive-brain thing

makes it hard to fall asleep,
so for a long time,

the only thing
that would put me down

was watching sewing
and alterations videos.

Now, the victim's pants
were repaired without crossing.

That is something that is unique
to tailors from Madagascar,

because they have a superstition

that crossing your stitches
is unlucky.

Oh, you know what?

Just make a list

of all of the tailors from
Madagascar in the area.

I don't think the LAPD
has a magical database

of seamstresses and tailors
cross-referenced by ethnicity.

But, you know, I can check.
- Well, all you need to do

is find all of the tailor
and alteration shops in L.A.

and find the ones
with the longest names.

Because long names are
uniquely Madagascan?

No, but their naming customs

are unlike anywhere else
in the world.

All of their names are unique,
and every name has meaning.

And when two people get married,
they just

smash their names together
into one big, giant long name.

It's super romantic.

Okay.

So compile a list
of tailors in Los Angeles,

find the ones
with the longest names,

and then look for one
by a construction site.

Easy-peasy, lemon squeezy.

Yeah. Okay.

Well, we'll get into that
tomorrow.

Okay.

And, Morgan, don't ever use
that phrase again.

Probably will.

So, Ryder seems nice.

Funny.
That's what his P.O. said.

Parole officer.
Yeah, I get it.

'Cause he was in juvie.
- Mnh-mnh. Chino.

He was tried as an adult.
- You!

You are so, so funny.

But seriously,
tell me all about him.

I want to know.
- I got to go or I'll be late.

Sit.
Put your phone away.

I guess we're doing this
the hard way.

- Did you mean for that to rhyme?
- I will be asking the questions.

Mm'kay?

Tell me about Ryder.
- All we were doing was studying.

It always starts with studying.

And then you're lying about
where you were.

And the next thing you know--

You're a single mom with three
kids pretending to be a cop

I am not pretending,
thank you very much.

I am consulting.
- Oh, yeah. I know.

You don't even have a badge.

You think I need a badge?

Okay.

I will have you know
I walk into a space

and people are like,
"Who is this?" okay?

And then the other people
are like, "I don't know,

but she definitely belongs
here."

Okay. Mom, this is cringe.
I got to go.

"Make way," they all yell.

You know,
"Give that lady access!"

When can I get a badge?

Please stop ringing the bell.
Okay.

How old were you
when you started dating?

I bet you were that guy
who dated the same girl

all four years of high school

and then on prom night,
you made a pact to lose--

Hello. Uh, are you
Raissa Rakotoharimalala?

Indeed.
You may call me Ry.

Ry.

Real quick.
Do you recognize this man?

Mr. Eduardo.

Is-- Is he dead?

Eduardo was his last name?

- No.
- Eduardo is his first name.

- Yes.
- Do you know his last name?

No. Mr. Eduardo,
he always pays in cash.

Can you tell us anything
about him?

Mr. Eduardo was
one of my regulars.

He finds designer suits
secondhand.

I make them look nice again.

Get excited.

We got a first name.
- Oh, I'm thrilled.

You do realize there could be
thousands of Eduardos

in Los Angeles, though, right?

Wait. Do you hear that?

The sweet, sweet sounds
of the city.

Okay. Tailor shop.
Construction site. Now what?

Now we've just got to find
a parking lot.

Mm.

- Yep. Right here.
- Why do we care about parking?

- Don't get mad at me.
- Of course you brought his keys.

Well, still in
the evidence bag.

And it's a good thing I did,
because...

Eduardo's Toyota-a-a-a.

Next time.

- Forrester. What do you need?
- Hey, Daph.

I just sent you the plates
on our victim's vehicle.

Do your thing.

Probably the car Ernest Lozano
lost his wallet in.

And I will have to
call you back. Bye.

Morgan! Morgan, no.
No. No. Don't-- Don't...

Gloves.
Sorry. Gloves.

No, it's not the gloves.

I mean, actually, yes,
you do need gloves.

But before you touch anything,
just ask me first, okay?

No. You're totally right.
I apologize.

You've said that before.
Won't happen again.

Except I did already touch
everything.

He's got suits, charging cables,
little waters, hand san---

The guy's a ride-share driver.

Yes!
How'd you do that so fast?

Easy-peasy, lemon squeezy.

Oh. Yeah.
Yeah. That too.

Daphne says the car's
registered to an Eduardo Cortez.

Lives in this building.

Ten years ago, the guy did time
in prison for credit-card fraud.

Since then, he's been
a ride-share driver.

Pretty fancy building
for a driver.

We sure this is our guy?
- Mm.

Eduardo Cortez's
driver's license.

Ooh!
Yeah. That's him.

How do you have
a hot driver's-license photo?

216.
This should be the place.

Morgan.
What did I tell you about--

I'm just kidding.

You're fun.

You're a lot of fun.

Daddy!
Daddy's home!

Hello?
Can I help you?

Sorry to intrude, ma'am.

I'm LAPD Detective Adam Karadec.

This is consultant
Morgan Gillory.

Do you happen to know
an Eduardo Cortez?

He's my husband.

Is he okay?

Cheers.

Ooh! Got to let mine cool down.
It's just too hot.

Gosh. Thank you, guys,
for sharing your tea with me.

Your friends are all
really nice.

Do you have a favorite friend?
I won't tell the rest.

Stanley.
He can take photos too.

Stanley can take photos?
No way.

Let me see this.

So cool.

My daddy gave him to me.

He also gave me that dictionary.

Oh! Words are--
Words are important.

We've been together
for 10 years.

I met Eduardo after he was
released from prison.

How long had he been driving?

He used to drive
up until three years ago,

when he started at his cousin's
wine distribution business.

Was it strange
that he hadn't come home?

His job required quite a bit
of travel,

so Eduardo being away
felt normal.

I can't believe he's gone.

Do you recognize this woman?

I don't.
Who is she?

I'm sorry, but Eduardo
was not traveling for work.

We found his body
in a Hollywood hotel room,

and he was with this woman
the night he was murdered.

What the hell was that?

The woman just found out
her husband died.

Maybe give it a sec

before you whip out a picture
of his mistress.

If Regina knew about
Eduardo's infidelity,

she had strong motive
to kill him, Morgan.

I needed to get
her unvarnished reaction.

Ooh. That's good.
Didn't think about that.

Seems like there's a lot about
this job you don't think about.

You know, like taking
evidence home with you.

You know,
every once in a while,

I start to get tricked
into thinking

that maybe you're
a normal person.

And then, sure enough,
you remind me

you're just a heartless
police robot.

Mm-hmm.

Why would Eduardo use
a fake I.D.?

Why would someone change
their entire identity

just to cheat on their wife?

It doesn't add up.

The finances don't really
add up either.

The sweet apartment.
The car.

Altering the suits
to make them look expensive.

Yeah. Go home, get rest, and
do not take evidence with you.

It was a pretty normal day.
Ava was glued to her phone.

Elliot worked
on his geography project.

Chloe ate a crayon,
but it was a green one,

so I feel it was the most
natural and least toxic.

Did Chloe have a guest?

Chloe the baby
did not have a guest.

She didn't have any floppy-
haired teenage boys swing by?

I knew this was coming. Look.
Ryder seems like a nice kid.

I think it's fine.
- It's not fine.

We both knew she was gonna have
friends over sooner or later.

Ava's 15.

What were you doing
when you were 15?

Lifting.
Hanging with my boys.

I'm kidding.
I didn't lift or have boys.

But Ava's different.
- I know Ava's different.

But teenage boys
are all the same.

Well, we're both trying to
figure it out, okay?

I think we just need to trust
Ava.

So let's calm down and--
- Don't tell me to calm down.

You overstepped in a major way.
- Okay.

You're on one of your famous
Morgan rants,

so I'm gonna give you
a little space.

I am not on a Morgan rant.

I am doing what's best
for my kid.

Ava is my daughter.

Right.
I'm just the manny.

That's not what I said.

That's not what I meant.
You d--

Can you please come back here
so we c--

Okay.

Eduardo's life
just doesn't add up.

I'm late. I'm sorry.
Sorry I'm late.

It was a crazy kid morning.
But who cares about that?

Who cares about kids?
I've got doughnuts.

- Hell, yeah.
- I love it when you're late.

Ooh.
So many options.

Can't go wrong with glazed, right?

- Never.
- No. Uh...

No, maybe it's a sprinkles day.
- Might be a sprinkles day.

- I don't know. Is that cream--
- Just pick a damn doughnut.

Okay.

Medical examiner's report
just came in.

Eduardo Cortez's cause of death
is drowning

with trace amounts of alcohol
in his system.

He looked sober on the footage
when he was walking with Iris.

Bartender says he tied one on.

Could have been all the Xanax
the lab found in his system.

They also found residue
on the glassware.

Xanax's main side effects are
severe drowsiness and dizziness.

Still, no one other than
Dr. Bowman used the keycard

to enter the room that night,

but the cameras prove
that she isn't the killer.

What if the murderer
entered the room

in a way that didn't require
a key card?

What are you talking about,
Morgan?

I'm talking about the murderer
going into the room

through the window.

The room is on
the fourth floor.

You'd have to be Spider-Man.

Really, Oz?
I brought doughnuts.

Look, would it be easy?
No.

But is it doable?
I think so.

Right here.

I didn't see it
when I was there in person

because there was
a crime-scene photographer

standing in front of me, but...
Do you see?

- What are we looking at?
- The window latches.

See, all of those are turned
to the left except for this one,

which is turned to the right,
which means it's unlocked.

The murderer could have done
the deed

and then exited
through the window

but not been able to lock it
from the outside.

Except it's on
the fourth floor, Morgan.

What other leads do we have?

Cortez's financials.

Prelim checks showed
he had no debt.

Lived in a fancy apartment,
drove a beat-up car.

Yeah.
He did wear old suits

and doctor them up
to look expensive.

All right.
Keep digging into his finances.

Oz, check out Morgan's
window theory.

Yes.

Here you are, sir.

- Thanks.
- Mm-hmm.

♪ Spider-Man, Spider-Man ♪

♪ Does whatever a spider can ♪

♪ Look out! ♪

♪ Here comes the Spider-Man ♪

It was a yellow light.
You could've just gone.

Hey. Big news.
I just got back from the hotel.

The manager said it's policy for
the cleaners to lock the windows

when they finish cleaning
the room each morning.

So if a window is unlocked,
guest must've done it that day.

- So it was left unlocked.
- Mm-hmm.

But the question wasn't
whether the window was unlocked.

Could someone get up
to the window?

I think someone could.
Not me, but someone.

Look. There are recessed
windows and a lot of ledges.

And between those--
crevices and indentations.

But check this out.

What is that? Powder?

Yes! It's powder.

It's magnesium carbonate.
That's the powder climbers use.

Hey, guys!

Okay.
Thank you.

You wanted a deep dive
into Eduardo Cortez's money.

I just learned
he deposited checks

totaling more than $200,000
in the past year

from a woman
named Glenda Walker.

Her address.

This is it.

I feel like an assisted-living
community

isn't exactly a hotbed
for criminal activity.

LAPD.
Is this Glenda Walker's room?

Uh, yeah.

Can we ask her
some questions?

You can try.

Glenda, do you know
Eduardo Cortez?

Um, sorry.
I-I don't.

Should I?

Uh, what about Ernest Lozano?

Oh, yes.

Ernest is my fiancé.

We made plans to fly
to Mexico City.

He's picking me up
any minute now.

Oh.

Can I ask why you gave him
$200,000?

W-- She what?

Mom... is that true?

It's for our home
in Mexico City.

I gave Ernest my half, and
he is taking care of everything.

It has a lovely guest room
just for Kyle.

Oh.

Kyle, you mind
if we speak in private?

Yeah.

How long has she been
like this?

My mom got diagnosed
almost a year ago, but...

it's getting worse.

Doctors say it's dementia.
- Yeah.

You ever meet this Ernest?

No. No. I was living up north
when they first met, so...

My mom got sick,
stopped hearing from the guy.

We're gonna have to establish
some boundaries.

'Cause Karadec was just here
the other night and--

I have a Roman question.

So this.

- Roman's work.
- Mm-hmm.

Bird's wing or fish tail?

Please tell me
it's a bird's wing.

I got 50 bucks on it.
- It's a bird's wing.

- Yes.
- It's a phoenix, actually.

Do you want to see
the whole thing?

I would, in fact.

Is this relevant to anything
other than your bet?

A month before he went missing,
Roman was cited

for painting a mural
in an unauthorized location.

Back then, the area was
a hotbed for criminal activity.

- Well, Roman wasn't a criminal.
- Then I'm wondering

if he saw something in the area
he shouldn't have.

I don't know.
He didn't say anything about it.

I'm sure he would have.

Oh, wow.

- Isn't that cool?
- It really is.

Keep it. Keep all of them.
They might be useful.

- Great.
- Do you want a cookie?

I'm not sure if that's
a serious question or not.

But if it is, yes.

I don't joke around
about cookies.

Mm.

I'm not concerned
about your bowels.

I just hide the good stuff
where the kids will never look.

You are a genius.

Had I known this
when I was raising my kids,

my books would have been full
with cookies.

Mmm.

I bet you could fit a lot
of cookies in a dictionary.

Thank you for letting me look
at your daddy's gift.

How much is in there?

Ballpark-- 50 grand.

Where did Eduardo get
this money?

Working theory--
He was seducing vulnerable women

and scamming them
out of their money.

Take it away.
Give it back to those women.

Want to see my Stanley photos?

I sure do want to see
your Stanley photos.

Oh, cute!

That's my daddy.

♪ Did you notice our friends
are running late? ♪

- There he is.
- Here I am.

- Saved you a stool.
- Thank you.

- Your, uh, drink's on the way.
- Mm.

Dirty vodka martini
on the rocks.

- Huh.
- Weird drink for my weird guy.

Yeah. Well, martini glasses
are what's weird.

It's poorly designed barware.

Terrible for people
with large hands.

And how did you guess my drink?

I've been cleaning up
in major crimes for months.

I know you better
than you know yourself.

- Oh. You do?
- I do.

Okay.
Tell me about myself, then.

You fill your car up
every two weeks

at the same spot
next to Union Station.

You love yourself a French dip
from Philippe's.

You avoid the 405 at all costs.
- Mm-hmm.

And, uh, your favorite doughnut
is not a doughnut.

It's an apple fritter.

Hm.
So where was my fritter earlier?

I haven't decided
if I like you yet.

Mm.
What was so important

that we couldn't talk about it
on the phone?

Yes.

So we know that Eduardo was
conning rich, vulnerable women

to get their money.

And who meets a lot of rich,
vulnerable women?

- A hotel bartender.
- Mm-hmm.

Hey!

Ah. Oh.

Whoa.
W-What are you doing?

I'm not going back to prison!

Oz, put the gun down.

- Yeah. He went out the front.
- Morgan!

Took my--

Why didn't you tell me
what I was walking into?

Well, I didn't know all that
was gonna happen.

I could have gotten stabbed.

Okay. Well, I think you're
overreacting just a teeny bit.

No, I am not overreacting.

We both could have been
seriously hurt.

Okay, but we didn't.
Right?

And how about a little bit
of gratitude, by the way?

Oh, gratitude. Gratitude.
Gratitude for what?

I gave you a break in the case.

Oh, thank you, Morgan, for
giving me a break in the case

in the most idiotic way
possible.

How can someone as smart as you
are do so many stupid things?

Why does everyone feel like
they have the right

to just call me stupid?

You know what?
I don't have to take this.

I don't need this job
that badly.

Fine.
This job does not need you.

Perfect.
I quit.

- There's no way Morgan quit.
- That's what I heard.

She stormed off at the hotel.

Karadec.

Daphne, meet me
in interrogation.

Oz, get started
on the paperwork.

Assault, battery, extortion,

buying and selling
of stolen goods.

And Eduardo Cortez's murder.

We know you guys shared a cell
in prison.

What was your relationship like
with Eduardo

after being released?

Look.
You pulled a knife on a cop.

You want to minimize
your jail time?

This is your chance.

When I got out,
I was doing okay bartending.

But I knew that Eduardo
was struggling.

He helped me on the inside,
so I felt like I owed him.

When I started at the hotel,
he came up with the plan.

- To exploit vulnerable women.
- I only gave him possible marks.

After that, whatever Eduardo did
with these women is on him.

- But you got to a finder's fee.
- Sure.

But I had nothing to do
with his death.

Why would I want Eduardo killed?

He was my goose
that laid golden eggs.

Prado admitted to running
a con with our victim,

but he lawyered up.

Any other leads?

Yeah, a few.
I'll chase them down.

Oh.
Uh, one more thing.

Morgan quit.

- She didn't quit.
- Mm, no.

She made it pretty clear.

I chewed her out
after the hotel incident,

and she stormed off yelling
she didn't need the job.

She'll be back.

She needs this.

You quit?

Well, he was yelling.
I was yelling.

I don't know.
I felt attacked.

I really liked that job.
- Liked? I loved that job.

It was a sweet gig,
and they paid me for child care.

So why did you call me
all the way over here

if you didn't need a manny?

I just wanted to tell you
in person

that I'm really sorry about what
I said to you the other night.

You were the closest thing
Ava has to a father,

and we're all really lucky
to have you in our lives.

Thanks.

Now, if you can just apologize
like that to the LAPD,

I'm pretty sure you could get
that sweet job back.

LAPD are bossy.

You know how I feel
about authority.

I do know.

Hot Dog on a Stick,
H&R Block, Magic Castle,

Kaiser Permanente Sunset,
Kaiser Permanente Culver City,

Kaiser Permanente--
- I get it.

I quit a lot.

Well, we'll figure it out.

Although I do think
I should tell you--

Yesterday at pickup
I heard Elliott bragging

to his classmates
about his mom being a detective.

I've never heard
Elliott boasting

about his driving-instructor dad
or his cleaning-lady mom.

Have you?

Well, we got to tell him
to stop bragging

about his mom being a cop.

Everyone's gonna think
he's a narc.

Thanks for the apology.

Bye.

Prado's lawyer made it clear.
There's no confession coming.

It's fine.
He's not our guy.

Couldn't have been in the
hotel room at the time of death.

Staff confirmed his alibi,

and we're getting security
footage from the downstairs bar.

- And his nails!
- I told you.

- Thanks!
- I know which one I want.

Can we please get back
to the case?

Yes. As I was saying,
his fingernails.

What about them?

The victim wasn't scratched
to death, Morgan.

No, he was not.

But in order to climb
the exterior of a hotel

and get into
the fourth-floor window,

the murderer would have to have
short nails.

The bartender had
long, flamenco-guitar nails.

But you know who has
short nails?

- I do.
- Me too.

We all have short nails.
So what? We're all murderers?

- What's your point, Morgan?
- This question is for Karadec.

Do you know who has
short fingernails?

Members of the Long Beach
Climbing Club.

Kyle.

- Explain.
- Kyle's a climber.

He could easily get up
in that window.

He snuck up on Eduardo.
He forced him underwater.

Kyle wanted revenge
for his mother.

Daphne, Oz,
go arrest Kyle Walker.

Get him back here ASAP.

Excellent work, Morgan.

Detective, get the confession
and close it up.

I thought you quit.

Oh, I did.

But you need me.
Admit it.

Good work, Morgan.

Thank you.

You couldn't have done it alone.

What'd you say?

I said you couldn't
have done it alone.

Kyle.

Kyle couldn't have done it
alone.

He doesn't appear
on any of the CCTV footage.

He had an accomplice,

someone who drugged
Eduardo's drink.

Someone who unlatched
the window.

Someone who was already
inside the room that night.

I already explained
the nature of our relationship.

Sure, but you left out the part
where you gave Eduardo $390,000.

We know he lied to you.
We know he took your money.

What we want to know is--
How did you meet Kyle Walker?

So, Kyle, how did you come into
contact with Dr. Iris Bowman?

I met Kyle at the hotel.

I started staking out the place

where I knew she met
this new guy.

And that's where you met Iris?

She was with him.

I-I just wanted to ruin
his scam,

so I tried to warn her.

But it was...
- ...too late.

I-I had already given him
so much.

I was humiliated.
I was furious.

But Kyle wanted revenge.

I say that we get even!

He came up with a plan
to kill him.

It was Iris.

She wanted revenge.

The police can't help us.

You could have taken this
to the authorities.

We could have helped you.
- Help?

No one could help me.

One day I was married
to the love of my life,

and the next day, he was gone.

I spent six months convinced
I'd never be whole again,

let alone love again.

And then in a hotel bar,
of all places, I met Ernest.

He brought light back
into my life.

And in return,
I gave him everything.

He said my money was going
to our vacation house

in Mexico City.

So once Kyle told me
about the scam, I just...

...decided to take back
what was mine.

See, that's the thing, Kyle.

It doesn't matter
who came up with what.

You're both complicit.

Can I ask you guys something?

W-What kind of man
takes advantage of a woman

whose memory i-is--
is so far gone

that she doesn't even know who
or where she is?

Who targets a mother
whose memory is so eroded

that she doesn't even remember
her son?

Come on, Kyle.
It's time to go.

Hey. Wait.
Wait, wait, wait.

Before you lock me up
or whatever you're gonna do...

...I need to say goodbye
to my mom.

All set.

Hey, Mom!
I'm in Colorado now.

- You got the job!
- Yeah.

You're looking at Rocky
Mountain Park's newest employee.

Oh, that is fantastic, sweetie.

You always wanted to move there.

I'm not gonna be able
to stop by anymore,

but I-I'm gonna call you, okay?

I'm gonna check in.

Will you promise me you're gonna
keep up with your physical--

You worry too much about me.
You always have.

I'll be okay.

Hey, I love you, Mom.

Oh, I love you too!

Karadec... I was wrong.

You are not a heartless
police robot.

Mm.

You're just a regular
police robot.

Well, I'll, uh,
see you tomorrow.

Mmm.