All language subtitles for Major Crimes S05E04 HDTV - Skin Deep

- Ready, Buzz?
- Whenever you are, Lieutenant.

Buzz! Buzz! Over here.

What? What is it?

Broken sprinkler head. Bad sign.

It's one sprinkler head.

Hey... All right.
Buzz, let's start over here.

Try smiling, Lieutenant.

Ta-da!

Okay.

Was I lying, huh?

Is this place not amazing?

- Hey, Jason!
- I'm in here.

Oh. Tell them this place is amazing.

It's not just amazing.

It's what we Realtors call a cream puff.

A turnkey-ready hillside hideaway,

3 bedrooms, 3 baths...
and how about those views?

- Huh?
- Breathtaking.

I thought you were looking to rent.

Well, at first, but... but...

Buzz, could you kill the audio, please?

Sharon and I are thinking
about joining forces.

Oh, finally.

What's wrong with
where she's living now?

Well, the condo's too small
for her, me, and the kid.

And besides, Heather said
I should buy now

before the interest rates go up again.

Heather? Who the hell is Heather?

"Come Home with Heather"?

More like "Shack Up with Heather" to me.

Yeah, well, she's a local
real estate expert.

Yeah. Looks like she's been
in countless homes.

Hmm! Yes, well, Heather's
marketing techniques

are a little provocative.

But unforgettable.

Follow me!

As you can see, the owner never
got around to fully updating

the kitchen, but there is
massive potential.

Where is she, the owner?

Um... Forest Lawn.

One reason the asking's so low.

A death in the house drops the price.

- Follow me.
- Uh, Buzz?

Flip on the audio, keep filming.

I want Sharon to see everything

in case we need to make
an offer right away.

Fine. I'll start with the brochure.

This way.

Do you really need three bedrooms?

Well, there's the kid,
and besides, I want to be

comfortable in my middle age.

Don't cling to that word
"middle" so hard.

And isn't this backyard not the
ultimate in family entertaining?

Drought-resistant landscaping

and a pool that wouldn't look
out of place in Bel Air.

The location is perfect.
One mile from Sharon,

a mile from my daughter,
and I spotted maybe

one little deal killer.

- Lieutenant?
- See if you can notice it.

Oh, and my two stepgrandsons,
they love to swim.

Lieutenants! Oh, my God! Film me.

Buzz? Where are you going?!

Buzz!

Buzz!

Excuse me, sir, I'm sorry,

but using the pool before purchase is...

Oh, my God! That's Heather!

She's dead!

She's so dead... in the pool!

Oh, my God, she's dead in the pool!

Lieutenant, a little help here?

Uh, you know that, uh,
deal-breaker you mentioned?

I think I spotted it.

Call the police!
Somebody call the police.

We're here, you idiot!

She looks good for a dead person.

You know anyone who wanted to
kill her, sir?

Um, well, Heather was ambitious

and driven... and an incredible bitch.

She stole listings.

She undersold sellers when she
also represented buyers.

And sometimes, she needed
a shower after an open house.

So, Realtor and homewrecker?

Yeah, she went that far.

Buzz! Over here!

Mark those drag marks, please.

Buzz, camera.

Your camera.

There's something wrong. I...

We're close to where our
victim was attacked, and...

I don't know. Just film it all,
film... film everything.

Sir, the open house sign-in book.

Yes.

I was the last one to sign in.
So what does that mean?

Well, you might be the last person

to have seen our victim alive, sir.

No, the killer was the last
person to see the victim alive.

Oh! And wouldn't you know,
the murderer didn't sign in.

Kendall! What do you got to tell me?

Less than I'd like.

The body's core temperature
drops rapidly in water,

which means a liver reading won't help.

The fact that our victim
was floating suggests

she'd been dead at least 12 hours,

placing TOD no later than 9:00 p.m.

Her wallet, cellphone, and keys,
so robbery wasn't a motive.

I also found seven completed
offers for this property.

Oh, a bidding war? Let me see that.

Buzz? The shoes, please.

These heels definitely left
a trail over there

by the flagstone where she was
dragged to the pool.

This woman knew how to accessorize.

How do you mean?

So far, about 10% of her body
is entirely synthetic.

That has to be an exaggeration.

Cheek, chin, butt, and breast implants.

Abdomen contouring, and it looks
like she just recently

had a chemical peel.

Oh, and this gorgeous head of hair?

- Extensions.
- Really?

These look incredibly convincing.

I can usually tell.

And the tummy tuck... postpartum.

Your victim had had one or more kids.

As cosmetic work goes,
it's all quite good.

In fact, if you find out who did
her lip filler,

I'd like to give them a call.

Look at her teeth.

They're like keys on a new Steinway.

With all this plastic surgery,
are we even certain

this is the real Heather S. Lutz?

I checked her fingerprints
against her Realtor's license,

and this is definitely her.

Just new and improved?

How did she die?

See these linear fractures along
the back of her skull?

They suggest she was facing away
from her attacker

when she was struck
with a heavy, flat object.

- A death blow.
- No, she was alive

and probably unconscious when
she was dragged

into the pool and drowned.

So, could she have recovered if
she'd not ended up in the water?

- I think so.
- Any signs of sexual assault?

None, but that's a preliminary finding.

If you want to hang out, I've got

hours of excavation to perform.

No, no, no. I'm just wondering,

what makes this a major crime?

Oh, well, because of where
the body was found.

Well, what is so special
about that house?

If you don't think about
the dead Realtor in the pool,

this place is a perfect fit for us.

She was your Realtor?

What?

No, my Realtor is a guy.

- Don't... Don't look at Heather, okay?
- Mm.

Just look at the house
and look at the price.

She told me that the offers
were piling up.

You were busy, so I had
Provenza go back with me

for a second opinion, and Buzz to film.

I mean, if you'd like
to look at the video...

Oh, I think I have to.

Uh, Lieutenant Provenza?

Yes, Mark Spitz. How can I help you?

I've been studying the ATM video

from the night my dad
and uncle were murdered.

Uh-huh, and?

- I may be wrong.
- Probably are.

But I think there are leads
the original investigation...

failed to pursue.

Well, that's possible.
I mean, it was 1986.

It was the height of the crack epidemic.

God... we were overwhelmed.

Anyway, bring me the video to my desk.

I'll look at 'em later. Captain,

we are cued up and ready for review.

And there she is.

Heather S. Lutz as she appeared
this morning.

And again as our victim appeared
in 2009, and 2012, and 2014.

Growing older and looking younger.

Never satisfied with herself.

Or with anyone else, really.

Suing her landlord, former
co-workers, plastic surgeons,

and four separate civil actions
related to her butt.

- Uh... Implants, ma'am.
- Those were implants?

I mean, I wondered why they looked...

...so artificial.

Are there any other assaults
on Realtors in the area?

No, this death seems to be a one-off.

So, it was probably a personal attack.

What about the victim's cellphone?

Ooh, sorry.

She's been getting
a lot of calls lately.

Her mobile was supplied by
the real-estate company,

so I got her password from her boss.

I downloaded her contacts,
texts, e-mails...

nothing interesting so far.

Mike, can I see that, please?

- Here you go.
- And her family?

No husband, one 8-year-old son.

He lives with Heather's parents.

Yeah, probably because Heather

was always in a recovery room somewhere.

Captain, this is where

I first saw the victim in the water.

And a pool that wouldn't look
out of place in Bel Air.

Are her butt implants
giving her more buoyancy?

It's funny. You would have thought

her breasts would have kept her afloat.

Uh, because, well, implants
are firmer... I've heard.

I mean, well, they're
supposed to be firmer.

- I mean, but who knows? I mean...
- Indeed, who knows?

Let's see what the lawsuits

regarding butt implants are all about.

Captain, I've contacted
all of the people

who were at the open house
and made an offer

on the property, and since they were all

bidding against each other,

should we consider them all as suspects?

Yes, please.
Julio, Amy, would you notify

the victim's parents and find out

why they seem to have
custody of her child?

Hey, Buzz?

Diving into that pool
to try and save a life...

that was really good work.

- Thank you, Captain.
- You're welcome.

Terrific and brave.

Buzz?

Would you make me a copy of that
video so I can take it home?

Of course, Captain.

Oh, oh, Flynn, Flynn.

Do you really want this house?

I do. I mean, it could change my life.

Then leave it to me.

It's a large kitchen.

Yeah, but the floor is a little... worn.

Well, we could afford to replace it.

The price of this house is so low.

Bargain homes sounds suspicious.

Oh, that's a wonderful pool.

It attracts dead people.

- Where are you going?
- Go, Buzz.

Would you ever have expected
that from him?

No.

But the better I get to know
him, the more he surprises me.

Mm.

I think losing his father
at such an early age

has made him...

Kind of shy? A little quiet?

- Guilty.
- Ah.

I think he blames himself
for what happened

to his dad and his uncle.

The only reason they stopped at that ATM

was because they bought him
a bunch of souvenirs

at a hockey game
and had run out of cash.

Yeah.

Children can take on a lot
of unconscious responsibility

for what's happening with
their parents, can't they?

Mm-hmm.

Still, that's a very nice house.

Oh, my God. Is that really Heather?

She was so full of life on Sunday.

That's why they call it murder.

Full of life one day.
The next, not so much.

Show of hands, who was at the open house

and submitted an offer to buy?

Look around.
If you didn't murder Heather,

you may be staring
at the person who did.

You really think one of us
might be the killer?

This seems like a super nice
bunch of people.

Who are all bidding against each other

for a very well-priced home
in a great L.A. neighborhood.

But Greg and I had no motive
for killing Heather.

She had promised us super low financing.

Maybe it wasn't low enough.

Here.

Fill out these questionnaires.

Take one, pass the rest along.

Question one, "Have you
ever killed somebody?"

Of course not.
Nancy, this is crazy, right?

What do you want me to say, Phil?

You were flirting with her.
We went in separate cars.

He didn't come home until
after 8:00 that night.

- I was at the Grove.
- Hmm.

You think I bludgeoned
and drowned a Realtor?

Since you stopped putting
your phone on the charger,

I don't even know you anymore.

Prospective buyers from the open house.

Provenza's rattling the tree a little

to see what shakes loose.

Is that what he's doing?
They look terrified.

Well, if you want to make an omelet,

you gotta crack a few eggs.

"The undersigned agrees
not to hold the LAPD liable

"for delays in taking possession
of their property

due to an ongoing ..."

My gosh, how long could all that take?

Mm, less than three years.

- Oh, my God.
- Three years?

Yeah, but we could settle
all of this right now

if one of you would just confess.

Anybody?

Anybody?

Anybody?!

Okay.

When you have completed
the questionnaire,

Officer Watson here will...
fingerprint you.

What?

Now I'm in trouble for this.

We're all in trouble.

How'd it go, Lieutenant?

Oh, believe me, we are
going to be checking

their alibis very aggressively.

Hey, yesterday I told you our
victim was 10% synthetics.

Today, I'll revise that
to more like 15%.

All of this "Ripley's Believe It or Not"

came out of Heather Lutz.

This bag... all FDA approved.
The rest is black market.

So, she had both legal
and illegal plastic surgery.

And lots of it.

The legit stuff is easily traceable.

The rest is all probably from South...

South Korea. They're the new
capital for plastic surgery.

And Korean surgeons have extra cachet.

Yes, they do, and judging
from the scarring,

most of the surgery was done
within the past eight years.

Yeah, well, the victim's passport shows

no foreign travel during that time.

Meaning all that illegal surgery

must have been done here at home.

Also not surprising.

There's a booming business
in Los Angeles

for black market cosmetic procedures.

Oh, and her gluteal implants...

they float, which suggests
the victim may have been

as you found her from
the moment she hit the water.

So, Kendall's time of death,
which is based on

when a normal body would start floating,

might go out the window.

Holy crap! Now I get it.

I read about a dozen texts
from Heather Lutz

where she complained about her back end.

Now, I assumed she meant
deferred payments

from home sales, but she was
actually talking about her butt.

Ahh.

"You will fix this.
I hold you responsible."

Now, "Yu" is a Korean surname.

Now, if the texts were autocorrecting...

Ah, here you go.

Yu, Y-U.

Dr. Joon Yu, 169 Canton Drive.

Let me see if there's a Dr. Joon Yu

in the state medical database.

Hey, Captain.

I had a long conversation
with the victim's parents,

who were at Disneyland
with their grandson

from early Sunday until park closing.

And I met the kid.

How's he being treated?

Oh, he has his own room and everything.

- Hmm.
- And they said that the boy's father

has been paying child support, ma'am.

Captain, there's no
Dr. Joon Yu in Los Angeles.

However, I have a Joseph Yu
at 169 Canton Drive

who has a Marketing Degree from
the Encino Business College.

Yes, yes, this is Heather's phone,

but she cannot list
your house right now.

I'm sorry to learn that
your mortgage is underwater,

and I'm positive that Heather
could relate to that, but...

You don't understand. Heath...

Heather has left the building!

I... She's out of the business!

She... Uh...

Oh.

Are you here for the Botox special?

I'm sorry, but we're fully booked today.

And gosh, we may not have enough
in stock for you two.

LAPD.

We'd like to speak to Joseph Yu.

Oh, of course.

Um, just wait one minute,
and I'll get Dr. Yu.

I'll be right back.

I wonder if she's
being completely truthful.

Mike, would you like to do the honors?

Ah. With pleasure.

Reserve Officer Watson,
I think we have a runner.

Oh, gosh, really?

Stop! Police!

Stop!

Ah! Get away from me!

I know karate!

Let me go!

Everybody stay where you are. LAPD.

Hey.

Aren't you Paula Poundstone?

No. What would make you say that?

No, come on, you're Paula Poundstone.

All right. What do you think,
I maintain myself with yoga?

Um, well, sorry, ladies,
but Dr. Yu may be closed

for the rest of the afternoon.

It looks like the trail
of illegal butt implants

leads out into the garage.

This way, guys.

Kathy Griffin, please.

Yes, it's urgent.

Tell her to turn her car around
and go back home.

I'll explain later.

Dr. Yu, I presume?

Oy! Please put your hands
where we could see them.

Oh, so sorry.

Mrs. Melman almost done.

Please, for you to wait outside.

That's not gonna happen, Yu. Step back.

Ma'am, we're calling paramedics
to take you to a hospital.

What? I'm half an hour from
having the ass of my dreams.

Go away.

Lady, this guy is not a doctor.

You think I don't know that?

I'm lying flat on my face
in some immigrant's garage.

I no understand. What is problem?

You're practicing medicine
without a license,

and I find your accent really offensive.

Especially given that
you were born in Fullerton

and grew up in Glendale.

Oh, well, what can I tell you?

It's good for business.

We want all of Heather Lutz's
paperwork now.

Do not put me in here! I paid for...

That would doctor/patient
confidentiality.

Well, you're not a doctor.

Okay, okay, okay. It just so happens

I was recently reviewing
Heather's files.

All this is her paperwork?

That woman was in here every
week, having me redo her boobs,

her lips, her butt... which was perfect.

I may not have a "medical degree,"

but I'm the best
cosmetic surgeon in Los Angeles.

In fact, if it would help
smooth over this

little misunderstanding, I could
give you both a little lift,

my treat.

Yeah, yeah, it's not impossible.

Do not touch me.

Wait a minute,
are you trying to bribe us

- with illegal cosmetic procedures?
- No, no, no, no, no.

I just like it when people
who have obviously

never considered plastic surgery
think about it.

Take a look in the mirror.
Think about it.

Think about it.

Think about it.

Give me that.

And tell us how Heather Lutz
paid for all this work.

Wait. Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Heather wasn't paying you, was she?

She was extorting you.

Yes! Okay? Yes.

She threatened to report me
to the authorities

if I didn't do exactly what she wanted.

Look, just cut me a little slack here,

and I'll... cut you a little slack.

- Stop that.
- Found something, guys.

On this form where it asks
the patient to list

emergency contacts,
Heather wrote down two names...

Craig Conley and Donald Irwin, DDS.

So what?

Under "relationship,"
she describes them both

as "boyfriend."

Police officers don't like to use words

like "haunted" or "cursed,"

but it feels like a cloud of evil

has settled on this home.

And then it dived into the pool.

We are going to remove and test
everything from this...

this doomed dwelling.

Wow. It's "The Amityville Horror."

Okay, all right, but be
honest for a second.

Forgetting the murder, what did
you think about that house?

As a place to live? I mean,
it's not that nice, is it?

It's way nicer than where
you lived five years ago.

I know, but I'm happy where I am.

Excuse me, did you just admit
to being happy?

I've just never lived anywhere so long

in my whole life as in my mom's condo.

It feels like home.

A home is something
we learn to carry with us.

And they haven't even bought
the house yet,

so you're worrying about something

- that may never happen.
- Yeah, I mean, I guess

you could say Mom doesn't
exactly rush into things.

But still, if it's not
this house, it's...

What inspired you to dive
into the water like that?

I knew if either of the other
guys had jumped in,

I'd have been pulling out two bodies.

I told her, I said, "Patrice,

look, your family doesn't love me."

We need you... Oh! Oh!

Look, the news is interviewing
George Clooney.

Oh, wait, it's me.

Did you see my interview, Flynn?

Why don't you just tell
reporters we're gonna dig up

the backyard to look for more corpses?

You need to tune in at 11:00.

Spock, you're wanted on the bridge.

Chekov, you have the helm.

So, I said to her,
"Look, if you want to go,

I'll go, but you know
they don't like me."

If you're really wanting to know
what's going on in that house,

there are two people you can
ask, and I'm neither of them.

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...
- Boyfriend one, Craig Conley.

Boyfriend two, Donald Irwin, DDS.

So, Mr. Conley...

Until the past month, boyfriend one,

Craig Conley, had been giving
our victim $1,000 a month

in child support.

Hmm. Which explains why the cash
deposits were cut in half.

When we first told you about
Heather's death,

you said, "Really? Terrific."

Which makes you sound a little bitter.

Why should I be bitter?

Heather only took all the things
that were most important to me.

My career, my promotion and
the salary that went with it,

and a kid that I loved more than
anything else in the world.

Well, that's, uh... that's tough

when you fall for the wrong person.

How did you and Heather meet?

You know Sareda?

Skin care, fragrances, bath and body?

Oh, yeah. I have a little stock
in the company, actually,

but I can't afford their products.

I've got samples in my car.

When we're done here,
you can have your pick.

I used to be their top sales guy.

In five years, I went from
running the Sareda store

on Third Street
to managing every boutique

in Southern California.

And then the corporate brass
wanted to give me

the whole corporation
west of the Rockies,

but it would have meant being
away from the kid, so...

You turned down the promotion?

Yeah, that's what I did.

Wow, this Heather...
what a piece of work.

Highly skilled work.

Yeah, quicker than you could
say "family first,"

I was demoted back to running one store.

Worse, I couldn't get Heather
all of the cleansers

and scrubs that I sell for free anymore,

and I missed two child support
payments, and guess what?

Heather tells me that Ethan
isn't even my son.

- What?
- Can you believe it?

And then when I contested her,
turns out she'd never actually

written down my name
on the birth certificate.

And you had no legal right
to even see the kid.

Who didn't want to kill this woman?

My God. Now, that is motive.

I made her let me take a paternity test,

which I failed.

- Who administered the test?
- Yu.

Us? The LAPD?

No, not the LAPD.

Yu.

Yu.

We didn't do it.

Ah, Dr. Yu.

His English isn't so good,
but he's reputable.

He made a house call
to collect the sample.

Well, now we know
that the paternity test

is officially worthless.

Let's just do the test again,
just to be sure.

- What about the grandparents?
- Heather's parents?

They're great. Peggy and Dale
are great people.

We've always gotten along.

You have flawless skin, by the way.

Oh, uh, thank you.

Even so, if you used Sareda's
cleansers with petrolatum,

which form a hydrocarbon
chain around the oils...

Oh, my God, what am I doing?

I hate myself.

Happy to cooperate, but that was
totally unnecessary.

No harm in verifying the facts,
Dr. Irwin.

I suppose, but I knew Ethan was my child

even before I got the test results.

- And how is that?
- The way his baby teeth came in.

Straight as an arrow, every one of 'em.

That is rather unusual.
My father was a dentist.

- Ah.
- As is my brother and sister.

I hope this doesn't veer off
into flossing.

Dentistry is very big in my family.

Yes, this is Heather Lutz.
How may I help you?

Well, I've been checking Ethan's gums

since before he teethed,

and as soon as I saw them coming in,

I knew we were related.
They were that good.

No. No, no, no, no.
Not dead as in dead tired.

Dead as in deceased, uh,
lifeless, passed away.

Why? Why take a message?

How did you two become involved?

Heather came in
eight years ago for veneers.

- By the time we were done...
- You had a kid together.

Mm. Now, look, I don't sleep
with patients.

Heather was... almost the only one.

What kind of arrangements did
you make for Ethan's care?

It was amicable.

I gave her cash every month
and free dental.

So she was collecting child
support from two separate guys?

When you heard about Heather's murder...

I was shocked... and then not shocked.

She was careless with
other people's lives,

and sometimes, as I know myself,
that catches up to you.

Though Heather's death will not affect

- my relationship with Ethan.
- And why wouldn't it?

Heather's parents decided to sue
her for full custody of the boy,

and to do that, they want me to
sign over my parental rights,

which I will do now, in a heartbeat.

Though I will maintain child support,

and I will continue to be
Ethan's dentist.

So, the only thing
that's standing between

the grandparents
and full custody of this child

- was their daughter.
- You know,

we haven't met one person
on this case yet

that didn't have a motive
to kill this woman.

So, what do we do now, Captain?

To Grandmother's house we go.

Oh, Lieutenant?

- Uh, do you have a second?
- Yeah, sure. What's up?

I'm not... I'm not sure
exactly how to bring this up,

but this house where
you found the murder victim,

you want to buy it with my mom.

Maybe, why?

Yeah, um, it's just,

it's got me wondering if I might be...

in the way.

You know, of you and Sharon
moving in together now that...

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

First, the house has
three bedrooms and three baths.

I wouldn't even dream of asking
your mother to move in with me

without you.

Oh, my God, if she thought I was
trying to get rid of you...

I'll tell you what...
when this murder is done,

we'll all run by the house together

without the crime scene tape

and a body in the pool,
and see if it's the right place

for all three of us to give it a go.

Okay?

Okay.

Yeah.

Okay, grab the other one, hurry.
We gotta go.

Mr. and Mrs. Lutz.

Sorry to bother you again right
after your daughter's death,

but we have more questions.

It was a terrible tragedy
we'd like to put behind us.

So you're leaving town before
your daughter's funeral?

It's tough, but, uh...

we can't live in the past,
so why not Reno?

If we don't leave before
rush-hour traffic,

it'll be three extra hours
to Victorville.

Yeah, I don't think you're
going to Victorville

or beyond this afternoon.

Grandpa, when are we leaving?

- Uh, soon, honey.
- Is Mama coming?

Watch your fingers.

Sorry.

He's a curious boy.

Maybe you could e-mail us
your questions.

Mr. and Mrs. Lutz,
you can either go with me

downtown right now,
or we can find someplace nearby

where we can chat privately.

It's entirely up to you.

I'll be back in just a minute.
Keep matching up those jewels

and see how far you can get, honey.

There.

Listen, for all intents and purposes,

our daughter left us a long time ago.

We're raising this child.

There's no other parental figure
in his life?

There was... a terrific guy
we thought was the dad,

but it turned out Heather lied
about that.

And we were worried that someone else,

someone who was married
and had other kids

and did have legal rights could come by

and seize our grandson,

and we're not about to
give him up to a stranger.

I don't think that's
going to happen necessarily,

but I have to say, I am surprised

that you became so...
estranged from your daughter.

Was she our daughter?

We didn't raise her to be
so vain, to be so deceitful.

We hardly recognized her anymore.

Especially after the breast
and chin implants.

That girl was pretty to begin with.

- She looked just like Dale.
- Hmm.

Are you going to arrest us?

We don't have enough to hold you.

So we're free to get on the road?

Uh, sure, but not with your grandson.

You don't have legal custody of Ethan.

We need to hold him and place him

with Child Protective Services.

- That's no choice.
- Never. That'll never happen.

- No, thank you. Forget it.
- Over my dead body.

Okay, if you want to keep your grandson,

you need to stay right where you are.

Excuse me.

Yes, Mike.

Captain, the bad news is,
Provenza was right.

The good news is, I've
identified the murder weapon.

The back of Heather Lutz's
skull had linear fractures,

indicating a well-distributed impact

from a heavy, flat object.

Like a frying pan, not a hammer.

Exactly, so we emptied
the property of anything

that might fit the bill,
but I kept thinking about

what you said about something
not being quite right

with the grilling station.

Oh, just as things
are getting interesting.

Sorry.

This is Heather. What do you want?

- Captain, please.
- No, no, no, no...

This first one is the brochure.

This second one is the crime scene.

Oh, I see.

In the brochure, the utensils
are all facing the same way,

but in this still from Buzz's video,

the grill press is turned around.

It was, so I examined it very closely

and found trace amounts
of a very expensive

cleansing solution not typically
used on grilling utensils.

Let me guess.

It contains petrolatum from
an upscale cosmetics boutique.

No, it was from a disinfectant
found in medical facilities.

More specifically, dentist offices.

Ahh. Which explains why

I just got off the phone
with Mrs. Claudia Irwin.

- The wife of Dr. Irwin?
- What did she want, sir?

She was confirming an
appointment with Heather Lutz,

who was offering her an estimate
on what her house was worth.

Recognize this, Doctor?

It's identical to the card
our victim left your wife

with a message expressing
how much she'd love, love, love

- to sell your house.
- I know the card,

but this is the first time
I'm hearing that Heather

- tried to contact my wife.
- Really?

The doctor gave me his computer.

How strong is the physical evidence

against him specifically?

Well, it's pretty weak,
but, uh, fortunately, so is he.

And so smart, he waived
his right to an attorney.

...find messages between
you and Ms. Lutz?

You got to love a computer

that's not password protected.

Sure. Heather and I,
we texted and e-mailed some,

but I'm fairly sure my wife
never came up.

Oh, so it's just a coincidence
that the woman

with whom you had an affair and a child

ended up in your home
talking to your wife.

And leaving her card behind
so that you would know

how close she had been
to your wife and children.

Heather wanted money, didn't she?

And not just a one-time payment.

I mean, who knows
where all this might end?

Uh... Okay, okay.

Um... the money wasn't the issue at all.

When they say money isn't the
issue, I always begin to think,

- "money is the issue."
- She wanted me to fund her lifestyle,

- which I was completely willing to do.
- Hey, Captain?

We're on Dr. Irwin's browser,

and he visited Heather's website Sunday.

He knew she was at the open house.

How do I explain where all
the money is going to my wife?

And when she finds out,
it's instant divorce.

Heather would end up with nothing.

I was just trying to make her
understand that.

Doctor, we know that you were
tracking Heather

the day she died,

and you were well aware that
she was at the open house.

Did you have your cell with you

when you were inside that property

after everyone else had left?

Because your phone
will tell us where you were.

Okay, look, I was only there

to beg her to stay away
from my family, that's it.

Okay, Doctor, this is important,

because we don't believe you
struck her on purpose,

and even though she died,

for this to be murder,
we have to prove intent.

And we're pretty sure
that you did not plan

to kill Heather when you
drove to that house.

But...

Doctor, to keep us from
arresting you for murder,

we need you to tell us that.

Uh, well, of course

I didn't intend to kill her,

but before I say anything else,
why do you already think that?

Uh, oh! Well, because you didn't
bring a weapon with you.

You were arguing in the backyard.

She turned away from you,
and in the heat of the moment,

you grabbed the grill press
and... and swung it at her.

Then afterwards, you, uh,

you cleaned it off with disinfectant

that you use in your office.

Oh, my God.

It's like you were there.

All right, since you understand,
yes, that's exactly,

exactly what happened, but I
didn't even hit her that hard.

I mean, between the hat
and the extensions,

I'm surprised it made an impact.

- It just... it happened so fast.
- Well, there's simple assault.

But once she'd fallen down,
she didn't get back up.

I wasn't trying to kill her
at all. At all, at all.

We believe that.

But, uh, you see...

the problem is...

- What?
- Well, the problem is

that you then dragged her
across the yard,

and you tossed her into the pool
while she was unconscious.

- Right, right, right.
- Oh, she drowned?

Can I see the prelim?

It's beginning to sound a lot
like murder in the first degree.

I was trying to help Heather up,

and I'm sorry, you have to understand,

this... this happened so fast.

Look, Heather was nonresponsive,

and... and I was, uh,
I was trying to revive her.

That's standard practice.

When a patient passes out,

I normally throw cold water on them.

This was just a lot more
cold water than usual.

And you didn't worry that being
unconscious, she might drown?

Not until she didn't come to.

And I'm not a good swimmer.

Did you consider using the bright green,

fully inflated floatie

that was sitting right next to the pool?

Or perhaps calling the paramedics?

I'm sure they could always use
a good dentist

- in maximum security.
- That's true.

The victim is unsympathetic.

I bet I could plea him down
to second degree

if he agreed to practice at Folsom.

That would be a win-win for everyone.

Um... do I need a lawyer?

About 15 minutes ago.

Um, there's just one major question

- we have left to answer.
- And that is?

What happens to the victim's little boy?

That's a deal you'll have to make.

Mm, Buzz!

Buzz.

Well, it took a few days,

but... here it is.

Every document and file
that I could find which might,

in any way, relate to
your father's murder.

- Seriously?
- Yeah. I, uh...

I flagged every similar crime
in the database

which occurred four months
on either side of the attack,

and within a 30-mile radius.

This is what came back.

And, Buzz, uh look, I... I saw the tape.

The guys who killed your father,
these were not beginners.

They probably had a pattern
of ATM robberies.

How do I approach this?

One page at a time.

Tao.

Hey, buddy, how you doing?
Guess what I found?

This car.

- Craig!
- What are you doing here?

Let us explain.

Well, we know that you've had
a lot of bad news lately,

so we hope that this might help
ease the ongoing pain.

Since your daughter was less
than truthful with,

well, everyone, we decided to analyze

DNA samples from both the men

she claimed had fathered your grandson.

Surprise. Turns out...

It was me.

My God, what a relief!

Oh, Craig! Oh!

It has been a horror show without you.

Never go away again.

Craig, Craig, Craig, Craig!

Hey, little dude!
Oh, my gosh, I have missed you.

We believe this family can
work out something beneficial

for this boy's future.

You believe rightly, sir.

You believe rightly, and thank you.

It's our pleasure, sir.
The LAPD only wishes

we could spend more time
reuniting fathers

with their sons.

In some ways, it's something
I've always dreamed of.

An affordable home
in the Hollywood Hills

with a pool and a family
to share it with.

It's even more inviting
than in the video.

Right? I mean, it's so light
and cozy, isn't it?

Absolutely, and it is
so well-maintained.

I can see why you like it so much.

It has... a lot of potential.

So, have there been a lot
of people to see the home

- since you took over as agent?
- Well, a property this special

will always generate a ton of interest.

Look at me, lying to the police.

No. Ever since your friend
told the world

that this place was the Monkey's Paw

of local listings,
even the Jehovah's Witnesses

wouldn't knock on this door.

- It's yours for the taking.
- How do you like that?

For the first time in my life,
Provenza has brought me

- a little good luck.
- There is just this...

this one thing I'm obligated
to disclose.

Um...

With all the furnishings
going in and out, we noticed

that there were several
surfaces here hiding...

Well, I guess there's
no other way to say it.

Um... Black mold.

- What?
- I'm hope that's not...

- Toxic mold? Are you kidding me?
- Black mold?

But... but... but while
I admit that the words

- "toxic mold" sound bad...
- Oh, you think?

But... this is such an opportunity.

- An opportunity in what way?
- Come on, now,

wouldn't you just love to rip down

these old walls to the studs

and remold these rooms
into the house of your dreams?

- I mean, with the purchase price...
- Andy, I've heard enough.

...the money that you would
save, and the taxes...

- But wait a minute...
- I had to say his name.

I had to say "Provenza."
I had to say it.

- Rusty!
- Coming!

Wait a minute, hold on! Lieutenant!

Andy! There is a deal to be made here.

Trust me, if there was
a deal to be made here,

my mother would have made it.

But...