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How many attacks on tourists
in the Venice area does this make?

Nine?

12. Second in this parking lot.

Mostly stolen purses.
This is our first fatality.

Uh, when the paramedics arrived,

they found Mr. Branson dead
and his wife Claire unconscious

on the pavement beside him
with a concussion.

She's in the hospital.

- Witnesses?
- The valet.

Julio's trying to calm him down
enough to talk to us.

Oh, there's something else, sir.

The Bransons aren't just tourists.

They're from Chester, England.

International incident. Great.

Okay, according to the hospital,

the wife doesn't have
any internal bleeding

or brain swelling,
but she's still unresponsive.

So, here we are.

Uh, not all of us, actually.

Oh, ye gods.

Last week it was Julio.

Now it's Mike.

One hour, people. One.

That's the amount of time you have

to arrive at a crime scene.

That's the reason you're issued a c...

car.

What the hell?!

Mwah!

Ladies, this is where I leave you.

Uh, duty calls.

Um, until next time, ciao.

Bye, Lieutenant Mike!

Yeah, I know. I'm late. I'm sorry.

But, uh, I didn't drive my car
to the awards show,

and the limo line was, you know,
forget about it.

What... What awards show?

Uh, Platinum TV Choice Awards.

And, uh, "Badge of Justice" won.

Best Teleplay for
Non-Serialized 60-Minute

Episodic Police Procedural
on Basic Cable.

Oh, congratulations. That's great.

Thank you.

"Haters Gonna Hate"?
What the hell's that even mean?

Oh, that's the name of the episode

that I got story credit for.

Oh, my God.
So you're a writer now? Is that it?

Gentlemen, if it's not a problem,

might we return to work?

Tao, get your award and come with me.

"Haters Gonna Hate"?
I mean, what the hell.

Flynn, get to the hospital,

wait for the wife to come around.

We need to talk to her
as soon as possible.

Good evening, Kendall.

Uh, what news on the Rialto?

It's pretty straightforward, Lieutenant.

The victim was shot twice
in the chest, once in the head.

Let me guess what shot was fatal.

No casings anywhere,

so unless the killer cleaned up
after himself,

the murder weapon was
probably a revolver.

Ah, well, let's talk to Julio
and the valet.

It was just some guy in a ski mask.

Did you notice what kind of gun?

Look, I don't want trouble.
I have a family.

What if that guy comes back
because I talked to you?

Hey, the longer we're here,

the longer you look like
you're cooperating.

You want us gone?

Tell us what the gun looked like.

I didn't see no gun until he fired it.

And then I ducked.

Well, whatdidyou see?

The man and lady came out
of the restaurant

gave me their ticket.

I pulled their car from around back,

he paid me, and then some guy
in a ski mask

ran by and grabbed her purse.

Her husband jumped in, and he got shot.

I ducked, the guy ran off,

and he didn't come back.

How do we know which
direction to go from here?

You follow the money.

Or in this case, the credit card.

It's Mrs. Branson's.

Ah. Here's her wallet.

Contains her driver's license,
a few receipts.

No cash, though.

All right, make sure
this wallet gets printed.

We might get lucky.

I think we just did.

- That has to be her purse.
- Canals.

Good place to ditch
a murder weapon, sir.

We're going to need a dive team.

Not much of a discovery process.

I could write down Homicide

before I even start the full autopsy.

British citizen ends up being murdered

during a one-man crime spree in Venice.

My understanding is that the L.A.P.D.

is operating out there on alert.

Yeah, we are, but, uh,
we staked out places

this guy hadn't robbed before.

Why did our victim have to fight?

His wife was being hurt.

And it sounds like the killer
didn't pull out his gun

until after Mr. Branson hit back.

So, no one's challenged
this purse snatcher before.

Although now he's a murderer.

Of a U.K. citizen.

Already got an English reporter

filing front-page articles

about our "Venice problem"
for a London paper.

We could end up trying to talk the Brits

out of issuing a travel advisory
against L.A.

I don't know how much worse
this can get.

I do. See the scar here?

It tells me that, at some point,
your victim had a Hickman.

A Hickman?

A semi-permanent catheter
implant in the chest

mostly used to deliver
intravenous medication.

- Like chemotherapy?
- Yes.

Your victim recently recovered
from cancer.

Not sure when the treatment ended,

but the Hickman was removed
9 or 10 months ago.

So he survived cancer

only to be shot to death
in an L.A. parking lot.

You're right, Doctor. This is worse.

I'm gonna have to bring that
asshole English reporter in here

for some exclusives...

let him see what it is we're doing.

What type of cancer did he have?

Adenocarinoma.

At first it was a stomachache.

And before we knew it,

Robert was bedridden
with intestinal cancer.

It was a frightening shock,

but I took an extended leave
from my job.

- What do you do?
- I was a barrister.

- You practiced law?
- Yes.

It turned out to be excellent training.

Even in our healthcare system,
one needs an advocate.

And I also tried to manage

his partnership duties at the firm.

Your husband was a lawyer, too?

No, no. Robert deals...

Oh, God.

...dealt in fine art.

I'm sorry.

I can't believe this is happening.

I keep e-expecting to hear

there's been some terrible mistake.

I'm sorry.

Um...

Where was I?

Your husband dealt in art.

Paintings, mostly.

Acquisitions and restorations.

He has a gallery in Manchester,
but the work...

it took him all over the world.

Is that why you were in America,

because of your husband's business?

No.

No, not at all.

After Robert recovered,

it had been such an ordeal for us,

you see, and he wanted to celebrate

by reliving our honeymoon,

driving down the Pacific Coast Highway

and... staying and eating
at all the same places.

After our first trip,

we knew that Venice was a tourist trap.

But we went anyway.

While you were dining, did you
notice anyone watching you?

No.

Not even the waiter, really.

What about outside? Valet stand?

I don't think so. I...

I remember the young man
who brought 'round our car.

The next thing I knew,

I'm waking up in hospital
and the doctor's...

He's telling me that... that I'm...

going to be all right.

Perhaps he didn't know.

What's taking so long?

Fellas, we got to get this done today.

Julio, can you help me here?

There, Lieutenant. He's got something.

Ah.

Let me explain this again!

We are looking for a revolver!

This is a 9-millimeter auto!

Keep searching! Keep searching!

I'll put it with the others, sir.

How many cold cases
are we about to uncover?

What's that, Tao?

It's a ski mask. Could be our killer's.

There are several hair follicles
on the inside,

which means DNA.

I think we have it!

I think this is it! Over here!

Oh. Keep an eye on the Platy.

Well it's a revolver.

There is only one way
to find out if it's ours.

Amy, uh, Amy, have you got the bullets

out of the victim yet?

To see if we have a match,

I'm gonna have to fire this sucker

and then get the gun's serial number

so you can find its registered owner.

And that's all we can do?

Well, if I pop it into the
sterile saline fast enough,

I might could pull a few
sebaceous fingerprints,

but I doubt it.

- It was only in the canal for...
- I'm sorry, Amy.

I'm not in charge of
the oxidation process.

Saltwater is a corrosive
with a pH between 7.5 and 8.4.

Gun metal can't cope with those
conditions for even a day.

Rust is inevitable,

and rust and fingerprints
do not get along.

When she pulls the revolver
out of the saltwater

and can't fire within a few minutes...

Not only do I lose any chance at prints,

I might not even be able
to match the bullets.

Never seen you this
dressed up, Lieutenant.

The name is Tao. Mike Tao.

Well, nice award, Mike Tao.

Might not be on
Her Majesty's Secret Service,

but "Badge of Justice" is
certainly paying off for you.

It's just a little sideshow.

We're all very proud of him.

Really?

All of you?

That's great.

Usually people can get jealous.

Well, I say, "Phew."

That went great.

Amy is my good-luck charm.

Now just compare this bullet

to the ones she brought over
from the morgue...

and...

Mm-hmm.

Uh-huh.

We have a match.

That revolver is the gun
that killed your victim.

It's your mother.

I don't feel like being
manipulated today.

I have said it a million times.

As soon as this baby is born,

she needs to put it up for adoption.

Well, your mother might not
take your advice,

so you need to consider

what sort of brother
you're prepared to be.

Well, the kind who puts the...

the safety and wellbeing and...

and long-term security of
my sibling or whatever first.

Just be aware...

babies change our relationships...

in unexpected ways.

Such as?

With Gary in jail, if anything
happens to your mother,

you'd be your new sibling's next-of-kin.

Ignoring the other Sharon

in your life's not gonna change that.

Maybe you're not up to the job,

because after 11, now 12, attacks

by the same person
committed at gunpoint,

and no arrest?

The police seem completely
out of their depth.

No, Peter, part of the reason
we're giving you this exclusive

is to help get your facts straight.

Well, I've talked to

and written about every one
of the tourists

this armed robber has attacked.
Hold on.

How many of the victims
reported seeing a gun?

If you'vereally
interviewed every single victim,

then you know the answer
to that is none.

Well, just because no one saw a gun

doesn't mean it wasn't there.

Are you searching for a suspect?

Is there... Is there a manhunt
in progress?

Well, even at Scotland Yard,

you can't launch a manhunt

when you don't know whom
you're looking for.

So... So what's my exclusive, then?

That the L.A.P.D. is no further
along than it was six weeks ago?

The killer had a revolver,

which we found in the Venice canals.

And?

Well, that's it?

Captain?

The registered owner
of the murder weapon

is being brought downtown as we speak.

Huh.

And the owner is considered
to be a person of interest?

Maybe even a suspect.

And does this owner have a name?

This way, Ms. Harris.

Ooh, I knew I should have changed.

All these people.

Look how I'm dressed.

Oh, hello.

I've already explained to your officers

that just because I don't know
where my gun is

doesn't mean that it's missing.

Every year the house gets harder
to keep straight.

Ah.

Thatis your possible suspect?

Uh, Lieutenant, Julio?

Oh, Ms. Harris, thank you so much

for coming down to visit us.

Uh, Julio.

This way, ma'am.

In the last decade,

that woman hasn't run anywhere
but to the toilet.

Come. Listen to what she says.

This way, please.

How may I help?

Well, you can start by telling us

what you were doing last night
around 11:00 p.m., ma'am.

Oh, brushing my teeth.

Getting ready for Jimmy.

- Who is Jimmy, ma'am?
- Fallon.

And that odd Mr. Coldbear

I switch between the two

now that I've learned
how to use the clicker.

So many buttons.

Obviously a criminal mastermind.

They, uh, they can be tricky.

- Um...
- Be careful, Mike.

You're gonna rub all the fake
platinum off your statue.

- ...look at a picture.
- Ha ha.

Hi. Peter Ogden, London Press. Mm.

Do you always dress this way for work?

- What way?
- This is a formal investigation.

It looks like my gun.

I usually keep it in the nightstand.

Anyone else know where you
kept the weapon, ma'am?

Why would you need to know that?

Well, I hate to tell you this,
Ms. Harris...

Oh, please. Call me Gloria.

And you are again?

Lieutenant.

Last night, this revolver
was used in a murder.

What?

- No!
- Yes.

And this gun is registered to you.

So do you have any idea
who might have moved it

from your nightstand?

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Oh, I knew I should have confronted him

when money started disappearing
from my purse.

But I never dreamed he'd take my gun.

Whowould never take your gun?

- Jesse is not a killer.
- Who's Jesse, ma'am?

He's my only grandchild.

My son died very young and...

Buzz, Jesse Harris.

Oh, this... this must be wrong.

It must be.

- Here's his DMV photo.
- Oh, please don't hurt him.

Peter, you can't use any of this

till we have Jesse Harris in custody.
He's not a bad boy at all.

I'm sure you're right, Gloria,

but we still have to talk to Jesse.

Any idea where he might be, ma'am?

During the day, he usually
hangs out on Venice Beach.

If he's got another gun,

trying to take him down with all
these people around is iffy.

Well, Happy Hour starts in two minutes.

That should thin things out.

Venice Beach.

This is where your victim and his wife

decided to relive their honeymoon, huh?

It had some sentimental value. Hmm.

Any thought about where
you'd like to honeymoon?

That's a little
cart-before-the-horse, isn't it?

Whoa.

Well, we talked about it.

Look, is this because I
brought up having kids again?

Look, I checked out
the family-leave situation,

and it's a lot better
than you think it is.

Okay, I am not having children

while we both work at the L.A.P.D.

Are you ready to retire?

Because I won't.

That can't be the only option.

It's not. If the baby thing
is that important to you,

find somebody else
or stop talking about it.

Number One is dealing,

and this appears to be his workstation.

That could make this easier.

Conversation's over just like that, huh?

Oh, look, Bob, isn't this pretty?

L.A.P.D.!

What the hell?! Help!

Jesse Harris, you're under arrest.

For possession of a controed substance.

Look at that!

Your grandma's gonna be
so disappointed in you.

You have the right to remain silent.

Yo, but I didn't do nothing.

You resisted arrest,
assaulted an officer.

I assaulted someone?!

You threw a t-shirt over my face,

and this guy conducted an
illegal search on my person.

During which they found drugs,
but not this revolver,

which you threw into
a Venice canal last night.

I never seen that before in my life.

Really? Because the gun belongs
to your grandmother.

- Talk to her about it, then.
- We did.

And she said you stole her gun
from her nightstand.

Well, Nana's a crazy bitch.

Why would I steal her gun?

Maybe you wanted to protect yourself

while purse-snatching
around Venice Beach

these last few weeks.

And when you killed someone

for having the nerve to fight back,

you tossed the revolver into a canal.

All right. Hold up a minute.

Don't say "lawyer" yet.

Before we get to lawyer,

he has to deny everything again.

I don't know what you're talking about.

I never killed nobody.

Look, I'm not the type of guy

that just shoots people.

I'll give you one chance
to make me believe that.

We have enough evidence, Jesse,

to charge you with murder right now.

- No, don't do that.
- Why not?

All you've done is lie
since you sat down!

All right, listen.

- Maybe I should get that reporter.
- No, no.

Let's not get ahead of ourselves.

But if the guy's about to confess...

I'll tell you the complete truth.

What did you do, Jesse?

I was dealing ice... and a lot...

near Venice... Speedway, all right?

And a guy... I never seen him before...

- What was his name?
- I don't know.

Some tourist. Said he'd been in Venice

for two days and already
had his wallet stolen.

Said he needed a gun for protection.

You know, normally I call a
friend for this kind of thing,

but he's in, like, jail, I think.

He has friends in jail.

- Why am I not surprised?
- So, this... this tourist,

this guy who just came up
to you on the street,

you invited him up to
your grandmother's house

- and sold him her revolver?
- No.

I had him wait, and I went back for it.

Dude gave me 100 bucks,
and I never saw him again.

What makes you so sure that
your customer was a tourist?

Yo, he had an accent.

He had an accent? What about his accent?

It was English. Something like that.

He was an English dude.

This is starting to sound
less like a robbery

and more like a hit.

This is a video screen grab

from the security camera
at the parking lot

where Jesse sold our killer
the revolver.

Is it usable?

The less clarity we have
from the source,

the longer the screen grab takes
to resolve, but probably.

If our killer flew in from the U.K.,

we should be able to I.D. him

through facial recognition software

off airport security video.

Specifically LAX, SFO, San Diego,

and because I don't like
to gamble, Las Vegas.

Now, to begin with, we're only
looking at passengers

on incoming flights from
Manchester International,

Gatwick, and Heathrow.

Assuming he came from overseas.

Our killer's coming into focus.

Which means we'll know more about him

than we do about Robert Branson

or why someone put a hit on him.

This is almost as cool
as the Panorama Room

on "Badge of Justice."

The Panorama Room is not a real thing.

- It's on a television show.
- That's right, Lieutenant.

An award-winning television show.

J-Just keep looking for the killer,

because Scotland Yard is taking forever

to get back to us about the victim.

Flynn, what do you need?

I came in to tell you that that
asshole British reporter

found out while the Bransons
were in California,

and now Taylor's bringing him
back up for another briefing.

Ye gods.

All right, guys, um, keep at it.

And, uh, let me know
if you find something,

like a motive would be nice.

- Ah, Rusty, what are you doing here?
- Hey.

I'm just, uh, waiting for Buzz

to finish so we can work on my vlog.

Ah, well, could be awhile.

I got nowhere to be.

School's out till September,

Gus is working like 14 hours
a day, 6 days a week,

and Mom and Andy are always out
looking at houses or...

Well, you know, they are going out...

Uh...

Yeah, uh, it just, you know,

it feels like no one really
has time for me anymore.

Well, it could be that you don't
make time for other people.

That looked like your biological
mother calling to talk,

if you could find a minute
out of your "busy" schedule

to call her back.

Why didn't you tell me yesterday

that this mugger's latest victims

were a couple traveling
through Los Angeles

on their second honeymoon

and that the husband was shot to death

after beating cancer?

First, Peter, we're not sure
this was a random attack.

There's a very good chance
the Bransons were targeted.

Rubbish. I've been researching them,

and they're both extremely
well-liked and respected.

No enemies, no criminal records.

In fact, even though Branson's
business partner

was unhappy about the state
of their partnership,

he still can't say that Robert
did anything even wrong.

And he was legitimately
horrified by Robert's murder.

Well, if you're really so far along,

maybe there's nothing
we can brief you on.

Unless you knew that
Branson's business partner...

What is his name?

It is on the tip of my tongue.

Oh, um...

Richard Finch. Is this a test?

Well, you wouldn't be the first reporter

who pretended to know more
than he actually did.

And I am wondering if Mr. Finch

fully explained his issue
with the victim to you.

Of course he did.

Branson was ready to unload
his half of the firm.

That's all. I haven't read
their contract yet,

but it seems they were abiding
by a kind of business prenup,

which allowed both of
them to stay at a price

at which they would either sell
or purchase

the other's half of the firm.

Well, I think you're
underestimating how tricky it is

to dissolve long-term partnerships.

And I think you are grasping at straws.

Branson gave Finch his price
three weeks ago.

Finch wanted to buy him out.

Branson wanted to give him time
to do it.

Unless... Unless you've heard
something different.

Uh, no, that's pretty much where we are.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

But you could have discovered
I caught up

with your investigation
just by reading my blog. Here.

"A British citizen nursed back
from a dangerous form of cancer

by his wife was shot to death
in fatal robbery

whilst on holiday in Los Angeles."

Boy, you put that story together
pretty quick, didn't you?

198,000 views?

198,000 people have read this article?

- In the past nine hours, yes.
- Well, Mr. Ogden,

apparently there's nothing
we can tell you

that you don't already know.

Apart from what happened
to the guy with the gun.

Uh, it turned out he sold it
to someone else,

who we are still trying to identify.

So what's my exclusive, then?

Um, if we can talk her into it,

an interview with Mrs. Branson.

She will be rejoining us shortly.

Well, I suggest you let me
try and talk her into it.

I have had incredible success
with new widows.

I don't doubt that.

Amy, if you would escort
Peter to the break room

and make sure that he is comfortable.

If that's possible, yes.

Ah. Well, this may be crap for us,

but it seems the story
is working out great

for Peter Ogden.

So, what are you thinking?

I'm thinking that appraising the value

of art can be a tricky thing.

Yes, it's all rather difficult.

And after everything
Robert went through,

to be shot down in the street. Dreadful.

We're very sorry for your loss,
Mr. Finch.

Um, and we understand
that your partnership

had come to an unexpected end.

Very unexpected, yes.

Could you tell us a little bit
about your business?

Certainly.

We'd been dealing art
for close to 15 years.

I kept the books, ran the gallery,

managed collectors.

Robert spotted and developed
relationships

with up-and-coming artists,

traveled about purchasing paintings.

It was a good balance.

Until Robert got cancer.

Claire did what
she could to fill his shoes,

but we lost a couple
of important artists.

I tried to buy Robert out
of his half of the firm.

And I offered a good price for
his share, too, but Claire...

W-W-Wait... Wait a minute.
You initiated the buyout?

Earlier, while he was sick,

so I could begin rebuilding
the business.

- But Claire begged me to hold off.
- Why?

She felt having Robert sell
would make him feel like

we'd accepted his death as inevitable.

And then after he recovered?

It was as if one day Robert woke up

and didn't care about
our business anymore.

Of course, I lost
money while he was ill.

Ma'am, Tao and Buzz may have
found a match for our killer.

Um, thank you.

Mr. Finch, you've been
very, very helpful.

Uh, Lieutenants Provenza and
Flynn will continue with you.

Thank you.

Mr. Finch was there anything

in his personal life
that you can think of

that could have caused this
sudden change in Robert?

Besides an understanding that
our time on Earth is short,

I don't know.

I don't know.

Meet Marcus Kemp,
buying his gun from Jesse.

Here he is again six days ago at LAX

arriving from Manchester International.

He flew business class and paid
for his ticket in cash.

Oh, nothing suspicious about that.

Do we know where Mr. Kemp is right now?

Back at LAX.

Just checked in for his flight
back to Manchester.

- Julio.
- Yes, ma'am.

Someone in Economy's

about to get the upgrade
they've been hoping for.

*** and this is the identity.

First, how are you sharing this?

You just uploading it to YouTube and...

Well, yeah, yeah, but, uh,

but my university is also
streaming it on... on a...

Oh, God.

You need a bigger Internet footprint.

Facebook, Twitter.

And where are your hashtags, boy?

At the end of your post,
you got to have hashtags.

# Thirtyyearsforjustice.

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Which brings us to the bigger problem.

Bigger problem?

Your content.

It's real, it's truthful,
blah, blah, blah.

But no one gives a shit about a bloke

who lost his father in the ancient past.

If you want this story to work,
you need to sex it up a bit.

Sex it up a bit? How?

What if these murders weren't a robbery?

Well, but the police said
that... that they...

What the police will tell you
will always be dodgy at best.

Look, you don't know
law-enforcement professionals

as well as I do.

They're corrupt, lazy, and careless.

And in every briefing,
they leave blanks.

It's your obligation to fill
those blanks with possibilities.

What if, for example,
this Buzz person's mother

was having an affair

and her boyfriend arranged a hit

and made it look like a robbery?

I... you know, I-I don't think that...

What you think doesn't matter.

You're just asking a question.

Otherwise this story of yours
is only about

some wannabe police officer
in way over his head.

All right, well... well,
what if it turns out

that Buzz's mother never
actually had an affair?

Just a question. Who's harmed by that?

Well, Buzz maybe, or his mother.

Buzz is a blank screen
on which you're expected

to compose a thrilling story.

If you're worried about challenging him,

that's advocacy, not journalism.

Worse, it's not news.

The L.A.P.D. has finally made an arrest.

Why are they tellingme about it?

Our job is to provoke people

into really thinking about their lives,

their assumptions, their mistakes,

and then listening very
carefully to their answers.

And eventually...

getting to the truth.

Hey, Mom.

Yeah, yeah, sorry I couldn't
pick up earlier. What's up?

Frankly, Mr. Ogden, we need your help.

You used sources in England

to get information on Robert
and Claire Branson.

We'd like you to do the same
with this man.

Marcus Oliver Kemp.

Right now it looks like he may
have killed Robert Branson.

And his criminal file
is pretty extensive...

burglary, theft, mayhem,
criminal damage.

And there are indications
the murder of Robert Branson

may have been a hit.

And Scotland Yard hasn't even
begun to look into that for us.

But if you could connect
our victim to this man...

And what do I get in return?

The sole exclusive to the arrest,

and afterwards, detailed
interviews with my detectives.

All right. I'll bite.

Marcus Oliver Kemp.

That's not me.

You've got the wrong man.

Not according to Jesse Harris,

who sold you that revolver.

We could bring him up from Holding

and have him identify you in person.

Fine.

So what? I bought the gun.

I needed it for protection.

My first night here, some
asshole put a knife to my neck

and stole my wallet,
took all the cash I had on me,

almost slit my throat.

Okay, you say some person
stole all your cash,

but when we picked you up
from the airport,

you had this on you.

I said he stole all the cash
I had on me at the time.

This was all back at my hotel room.

Hmm. 10,000 British pounds.

That's a lot to be
carrying around, isn't it?

I'm on vacation, mate.

Cash spends easier,
and you can use it anywhere.

Like at the airport to buy a round-trip

business-class ticket to Los Angeles.

- There's nothing illegal about that.
- He's right.

It's not against the law to
carry cash, no matter how much.

Listen, I admit to buying the gun,

but that doesn't matter

because I sold it a couple of days ago.

You sold it? To who?

- Why?
- Some bloke in Venice.

Didn't catch his name.

Well, I couldn't very well
take the revolver

back to Manchester with me,
now, could I?

No, I guess you couldn't.

So that's all worked out, then.

No, not exactly.

You see, the gun that you sold
to "some bloke"...

...was used to murder this man,
Robert Branson.

And then the revolver was thrown
into the Venice canals,

along with this,

which was worn by the killer.

Now, in most cases, saltwater
would destroy useful evidence

in clothing like this,
but inside this ski mask

we found some hair follicles.

It means that we have the killer's DNA.

And normally we would swab
your cheek for a sample,

wait 48 hours for the results,

and then arrest you for murder.

But in merry Olde England,

whenever someone is convicted
of a crime...

and you, you have quite
the history, sir...

they are submitted to
mandatory DNA testing.

And guess whose profile is
coming to us right now?

My hair couldn't be in that balaclava

because I never wore it.

And even if I did,

just 'cause it was in the same canal

doesn't connect it to the gun.

Okay, so now what?

We just wait for his DNA to
arrive and hope we're right?

Well, even then, the DNA profile
only substantiates our theory.

It doesn't quite convict.

Your case against me
seems surprisingly thin.

We need to find some kind of connection

between the killer and the victim.

There isn't one.

But I did come across a link
that feels worth pursuing.

A link to whom?

Do you recognize this man?

He...

He looks very familiar.

What's his name?

It is Marcus Oliver Kemp
from Manchester, England.

Now, Manchester... that's very near

your home in Chester, isn't it?

Yes, it's... it's very near.

Are you suggesting that this...

Kemp creature followed us to... to L.A.?

Why?

According to U.K. court documents,

in 2011, Marcus Kemp was tried
for assaulting his then-wife,

and you were his legal counsel.

His confession to why he killed
your husband is...

is convincing.

But we'd like to hear your side of it.

- My side?
- Mm.

What side is that?

Well, according to Marcus,

you hired him to kill
your husband here in Venice,

where you knew there was a crime...

No, that... that's ridiculous.

That's not at all what happened.

- Oh, my God.
- Hold on.

Claire, one moment before you go on.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will

- be used against you in a court of law.
- The plane ticket proves premeditation.

But big problem...

Kemp hasn't actually confessed
to the murder yet.

Plus, why would Mrs. Branson
give up everything

to save her husband from cancer

just to have him murdered in L.A.?

I have no idea what Marcus said to you,

and...

this is very upsetting to admit, but...

Yes.

I know him...

...quite well.

I represented him in
his domestic-abuse case.

And when the jury found him
guilty, he blamed me.

And after he got out of prison,

he started pestering me for money.

Why didn't you report him to the police?

At his trial, I made
some evidence disappear.

It was a terrible mistake, and...

I was only doing it to help my client,

and after he got released,

that ungrateful bastard
blackmailed me over it.

I only stopped paying him
a couple weeks ago.

He got very angry, but I...

I did not know he would go
so far as this.

Oh, God.

It's my fault.

It's all my fault.

- I'm not buying this for a second.
- But a jury might.

That is, if we had something
to hold Claire on,

which we don't.

Oh, but we will,

because now that his barrister

has thrown him under the coach,

maybe Mr. Kemp will be more cooperative.

"Under the coach"?

In England, that's what they call a bus.

I should have

I should have told the truth

the day Marcus first approached me.

And now Robert is dead
because I was afraid

of what it would do to my reputation.

- Come on in.
- No, I-I can't stay.

But I-I made dinner.

No, I-I have a taxi running downstairs,

and I just... I don't want to be
late to my computer class.

Mom, I could take you to...

Look, you're... you're not...

you're not making enough money right now

to just be taking taxis all around town.

Right, but this is when
you could see me,

and I didn't want to say this
over the phone.

Say what?

I contacted Gary's parents,

and it turns out that they're
really nice people.

Their other son is a doctor.

Isn't that funny?

I knew I couldn't give my baby
to complete strangers,

but Gary's parents will take the child.

I thought about what you said,

and the baby will grow up
without any worries.

And then you and I will be okay, right?

We'll be okay? Y...

Mom, um, yeah, we'll be...
we'll be okay.

Look, why... why don't... why
don't I-I go down with you

and I-I could pay off your taxi?

- No.
- And then you... you...

you can miss your...

- your computer class just for tonight.
- No, no.

Okay, well, then why...
why don't I drive you?

Can I... Can I drive you?

I'm taking care of myself these days,

so I can manage.

I just wanted to thank you

for helping me make the right decision.

And just don't ever forget
that I love you, okay?

- Mom, I-I-I love you, too.
- Okay.

Okay, I have to... I have to run.

Okay, I love you. Have a good dinner.

What on Earth did you say to that woman

to make her give me up like that?

Claire Branson's a bitch and
a terrible bloody barrister.

Talked to my jury like they were
a bunch of 5-year-olds!

They convicted her, not me.

Listen, Mr. Kemp, I'm not going
to offer you a deal of any kind.

Then I want a lawyer, and not
Claire bloody Branson, either.

You don't want a lawyer, because
then you'll have no choices.

Choices? What choices have I got?

You can go to court here
in the United States

on a charge of first-degree murder

with special circumstances,
which is a death-penalty case.

And you can await your execution

at the very posh correctional
facility at San Quentin.

Or, Mr. Kemp, you can tell us the truth.

You can agree to testify against
Claire Branson in court,

and we will return you
to the U.K. for trial.

You can serve out
your sentence in England

with a much better chance at parole.

But first you have to
revoke your rights,

write out your confession,
or we arrest you

and let the DNA evidence do the rest.

Oi.

This is what it's come to, eh?

Deciding which prison I die in?

Okay. Fine.

The bitch paid me to kill her husband,

and that's that.

Why would Claire Branson
kill her husband?

What was her motive?

Claire did everything for Robert
when he was sick...

nursed him, kept his business together.

Even changed his bedding,
if you know what I mean.

And then when he gets well,
he dumps her.

- Why?
- I don't know, really.

I guess he was dying for so long

that he wanted to live it up a little,

stop sleeping with the same bird
every night.

Well, if he's leaving his wife,

why would he take her
on a second honeymoon?

That was Claire giving the bastard

one last chance to do the right thing.

She told Robert that he owed it to her

to, uh, rekindle the flames or whatever.

And if he still felt the same

after they relived their honeymoon

along the California coast,

she'd let him go with no trouble at all.

And she did.

So you were always gonna kill him.

No. No.

She could have called me
at any time and said,

"Forget about it, Kemp.
We're back together."

But I never heard from her.

So when they got to Venice,

which Claire had read was
suffering a little crime spree,

I went ahead with it.

My fee was in her purse.

Clever girl, Claire. Crafty.

Why come all the way over here?

You could have killed Mr. Branson

in Manchester or Chester.

I couldn't get a gun, could I?

And besides, Robert had already
started cheating on her,

and the coppers in Manchester

would have tumbled
on that sooner or later.

I don't care how mad you are at someone.

Divorce is always better.

As for me and mine, for example,

we just found ourselves unsuited

and decided to go our separate ways.

After you beat her with a clothes hanger

and locked her in the closet
for two days.

We call it a wardrobe.

But yeah, we had our differences.

Frankly, I still don't think

she should have slept with my brother.

Look, lots of things
can unhinge a relationship.

Too much sickness, too much health,

envy, spite, failure, even success.

A little bit of success

can bring out the worst in other people.

"Just a small bit of good
fortune really can alter

even the best of relationships
in ways they can't survive."

Bit of a philosopher, your hitman.

Well, I have to admit, Captain,
this is truly a great exclusive.

Well, you earned it, Peter.

Oh, and thank you all very much
for being so... open.

- Oh, and, Buzz, isn't it?
- Yes.

Fantastic you call yourself that.

Best of luck on your cold case.

Well, thank you... I think.

Till the next time, everyone.

Oh, I can just see Ogden's headline now.

"Intrepid London Reporter Solves
Major Crime for L.A.P.D."

He did do his part, Lieutenant.

- Oh, here we go. Go.
- H-Hold on a second, Mike.

Where do you think you're going

with that Platinum TV Choice Award?

Andy, I think it's about time
I bring it home.

No, no, I think it's about time

that we all share and celebrate
in your success.

- No, I think the time has really passed.
- No, no.

Oh, you can't believe
we're just gonna ignore

something this important?

- Such a big deal.
- Thank you.

We all share a lot of dark

and horrible things here at work, Mike.

And this is a really good thing.

and you deserve to be proud Liutenant

Everybody grab a glass.

Oh my god this smell like, apple sider.

Yes it is.

We are at work here.

To Liutenant Mike.

- To Mike
- Liutenant Mike.

- And to Badge of Justice.
- Here, here.

- Oh my god
- How many seasons is it now?

Every wants a piece of this
really delicious cake?

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