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-Well, I understand you're hungry.

-I'm coming.

You are being very, very bossy right now.

Okay.

Hey, what's the date?

-The 6th. Why? -Whoa.

Absolutely nothing. No reason. What's up?

-Morgan, I need you at the 400 block of Hilgard Avenue

as soon as possible.

Gosh, I would love to,

but, Ludo had kind of a gross thing happen

with his driver's ed car. Nervous teenager.

I'm picturing your face right now,

and you really don't care about this story.

Point is, he borrowed my car.

I don't have one. -So, hop on the bus.

Okay? Just get there.

I'll drive you for the rest of the day.

There's a little 18-pound problem with that, though.

-Four words, dead man, high profile.

I'll see you when you get there.

Bye.

-Did you -- You don't -- You don't hang up on me.

I hang up on you.

I'm coming!

♪♪

Yeah, no, I get it,

but if you don't want to take pennies,

maybe you put up a sign, okay?

Otherwise, don't whine.

- ♪ Call up the past, scream on the breeze ♪

♪ You make me laugh, you bless my sneeze ♪

♪ Building fires, jumping trees ♪

♪ Nothing to do and nothing to say ♪

♪ But love me like I love my fun ♪

-Don't be a pill today, okay, bud?

-Wow, wow.

-Just got to do a quick little switch.

-Yeah.

♪♪

Good morning, Morgan.

-Yo, partner. Who's our stiff?

-Weren't you getting child care?

-You know, I tried to tell you on the phone

that Ludo's at work, so Chloe will be riding shotgun

on this investigation.

Didn't answer the question, though.

-Marvin Price. The Marvin price.

You know who he is, right?

-Sportscaster. He called Dodger games?

-Yeah. The press is going to be all over us on this one.

Los Angeles sports fans love this guy.

I mean, the way my dad talked about Charmin' Marvin,

I thought he was my uncle.

He wouldn't miss a game the guy was calling.

It was the soundtrack to his life.

Thought he was his uncle.

M.E. says he died around 5:00 a.m.

Not sure yet if it's a hit-and-run or --

-It's a homicide.

-Tell him what you told us.

-That dude was murdered, for sure.

-What makes you say that?

-'Cause the driver hit him once,

threw it into reverse, and ran over him again.

-Yeah, I'm gonna agree with our friend here.

That sounds like murder.

You mind?

-I've got her. -Thank you.

-Around what time was this?

A little after 5:00 a.m.

-Do you usually collect on this route?

-Yeah, every other day.

-So you said the car departed

in that direction?

-Yeah. That way.

-Can I borrow your measuring tape?

-And did it ever come back this way?

-No, and I would have known if it did.

It was the loudest engine I've ever heard.

--Did you get a make or model of the car

or plate number or anything?

-It was a Jensen Interceptor.

Malaga Blue, maybe '73, '74. -What makes you say that?

-James Bond had a Jensen. -He drove an Aston-Martin.

-Not in the later books, after Ian Fleming died.

I read all of them, and I quote,

"Bond felt he was in a low-flying plane

rather than an automobile as he accelerated the Jensen."

The Jensen Interceptor had a Chrysler V8 engine,

loud as hell, like a plane taking off.

Also, the paint flecks on the dead guy's watch

are blue -- Malaga Blue.

I'm thinking that when the car hit him the first time,

Price tumbled over the hood and bashed his watch into the paint.

-Someone could have even gotten

a custom paint job on a U.S. model.

-Yeah, but tire tracks are 69 inches apart.

Way too narrow for an American sports car.

Odds are Jensen Interceptor, Malaga Blue.

-Well, let's test your theory.

If you're right, we should find that Jensen Interceptor

parked somewhere in that apartment garage.

-Why would the murderer leave the car there?

-A, we're standing on a no-outlet street.

B, our friend here said the car didn't come back this direction.

And C, it's street cleaning day, Oz.

That means there's no cars on the street.

The only place that car could have gone

is that apartment building's garage.

-This is a big case, Morgan.

If we don't solve it, we're going to get crucified.

-So, you said this guy Price, he was beloved?

Big time.

You know, my dad could do a spot-on Marvin Price impression.

"Cleanup in aisle nine.

Someone just dropped a can of corn."

-Guys, over here!

Are we allowed to uncover it,

or do we have to wait for a warrant?

-Ta-da! That's a Jensen interceptor.

-That's very impressive, Morgan.

But, you know, there's a process that we --

-Plates are missing. -Bumper's dented.

Paint's chipped.

What you got?

-Okay, so Price and his neighbor, a Phil Elko,

they were involved in a series of tit-for-tat lawsuits.

Sounds like things got pretty ugly.

-Well, with what's left in the day,

you and Oz go talk to Phil,

Morgan, and I'll visit Marvin's place,

and we'll debrief in the morning.

But do me a favor, Daphne, before you head out,

run a little search on our stolen 1974 Interceptor, please.

-Will do. No VIN, no plates, it might take a few days.

-Maybe there'll be prints.

-Hey, boss. We got company.

That's Price's son, Dexter.

He came in on his own accord.

He wants to speak to the detective

in charge of the investigation.

Says he was on the phone with his dad

when he was murdered.

That is everything I could find on him in a 10-minute search.

-Oz, good job. Offer the man some coffee.

Put him in the soft room.

I'll join him in a couple of minutes.

-On it.

-When I have something, I'll tell you.

Well, you know how it works, Jerry.

You'll know when I know.

Alright. Later.

Every reporter in town is calling me with questions

about Marvin Price.

Are we thinking he was murdered?

-Well, the killer ran him over twice

and abandoned the car in a nearby parking garage.

- So, yeah. -

We're about to question his son.

-Where's Morgan?

-She's cleaning baby puke out of my car.

-She brought her baby to work? -Yes, she did.

-Well, that is a first.

And hopefully a last.

Ludo's picking Chloe up within the hour.

-Alright.

Once you question Price's son,

circle back with me.

I need to give the press an update, and soon.

-You got it.

♪♪

-It's a Jensen Interceptor.

Unh-unh, Interceptor.

Yeah, it's a British model.

It's no longer around. -Where's Karadec?

-He's interviewing the victim's son in there.

-Question.

Do you think you can keep my daughter safe

for the next 10 minutes?

-Suppose so.

-Karadec, wait up!

-We're very sorry for your loss, Dexter.

Charmin' Marvin was a big part of my life growing up.

-That's very kind.

I know all of L.A. is mourning him as this legend,

but that's not who he was to me.

To me, he was the guy who was jamming out

to Earth, Wind & Fire when he dropped me off for school.

As rocky as our relationship was at times, I just...

...I can't believe this is the end of it.

-Well, let me assure you, this one's personal for me.

It's personal for a lot of people.

Can you tell me who would have wanted to harm your dad?

-Tiana Johnson murdered my father.

Who's that?

She was his live-in "house manager."

-Why the air quotes?

-My father could never resist a pretty face.

Last year, he made her the sole beneficiary in his will.

-I hear that you were on the phone with your father

when he was struck.

Tell us about it.

-I was returning my dad's call.

At 5:00 a.m.?

-That's when we chat.

He gets up every morning before dawn.

At least...he did.

Then he'd go down to the Boulevard Diner.

He'd get his newspaper, drink his coffee, eat his pancakes.

I knew he'd be free then.

-What did your dad want to talk about?

-His will.

He told me he made a mistake putting Tiana in it,

and he was considering changing it back.

-With you as the beneficiary?

-Yes.

Tiana must have got wind of this,

and that's why she did it.

I knew she killed him the second I heard the impact.

Before his dying word...

Tiddlywinks.

-Tiddlywinks? Really?

Does that mean anything to you?

-A nickname for Tiana, maybe?

-I have no idea what he meant.

-Why did your dad want to take you out of his will

in the first place?

-Maybe because I like the theater

more than the ball field.

Or maybe because Tiana had her hooks in too deep.

-You know, it says here

that you filed for bankruptcy, Dexter.

Your father's money could have come in handy now.

-If money was the motive for killing my dad...

shouldn't I have waited till I was in the will?

♪♪

-Hey. -Hey.

-I wasn't sure if you were here today.

Yeah. Just, handed my baby off to her dad.

I don't want to brag, but I brought her

to her first crime scene today.

Didn't let her see the dead body, though,

because I'm a good mom.

What about you? Coming or going?

I'm going.

I finished nursing school. I got a job offer last week.

-No way!

Last week. Last week...

-Yep. -I got a missed call.

-I was excited to tell you.

I'm pretty sure I left, like, two more messages

before I got the hint.

-No, not a -- not a hint. I wasn't hinting.

-Morgan, it's -- it's okay.

No hard feelings, I get it.

-No, you don't get it.

You don't get it because no one gets it.

I-I-I wasn't trying to ignore you.

I-I just didn't return the...

I was --

I'm just focused on other stuff,

so it makes it hard to...

I don't know how to explain it. -You don't have to.

-Okay, well, let's do something.

Let's -- Let's do a picnic.

Do people still do picnics?

You know, we get the tray of fruit

and cubed meats eat on the ground.

That sounds fun, right? Let me do that.

I'll do that.

-It sounds nice,

but I'm leaving tomorrow morning.

My nursing job's at San Diego General.

San Diego is very far away.

-It is.

-Okay. Well, congratulations.

You worked really hard.

-Thanks.

-I'm sorry.

-Morgan, are you ready? -Yeah.

Got to go.

-Yeah.

Me, too.

♪♪

Hey, Morgan.

You know, San Diego is not that far.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

-That must be Price's home.

You think?

-You know, it'd be nice if Elko was the owner

of a 1974 Jensen Interceptor.

-He's not. Karadec had me check already.

-Well, hello.

-Phil Elko? -Yeah.

-Lev Ozdil. Daphne Forrester.

We're detectives with the LAPD.

-You here about Marvin or Ringo?

-Marvin Price, your murdered neighbor?

-Yeah, sure.

Come on in.

Are you sure I can't get you anything?

No.

How did you hurt your foot?

Skiing accident.

Okay. I did not like Marvin.

And I'm sure you already know that.

-Well, you two liked suing each other.

-Tell us about those lawsuits. -Let's see.

His dog instigated the first one.

-His dog?

-Son of a bitch wouldn't stop barking day and night.

I complained so many times, and Marvin did nothing about it.

When the dog died,

Marvin said he found downers in a doggy treat.

Said I was responsible. -And were you?

-Look, I did not lament the dog's passing,

but I was not responsible for it.

After that, Marvin sues.

And if that wasn't enough of the old bastard...

Follow me.

Check it out.

-What are we looking at? -Exactly!

This used to be a spectacular city lights view,

until Marvin planted those giant trees in front of his house.

Now it's a view of next to nothing.

-Those trees are dead.

-Guess what Marvin claimed. -What?

-Said he found copper nails hammered into them,

and he tried to blame me.

Mr. Elko, where were you at 5:00 this morning?

-Here, in bed, like a normal person.

-Can anyone vouch for you?

-I did have company.

I'll give you her number.

♪♪

-It feels weird being here -- Marvin Price's home.

You know, my dad ran into him one time

at this fish place on the PCH.

He works up the nerve to ask Marvin for an autograph, right?

He gets the autograph, and Marvin stood there

and talked to my old man for, like, 10 minutes.

Really gave him the time of day.

See what I mean? The man was loved.

Ms. Johnson, LAPD.

-No, I'm Mr. Price's housekeeper.

Come in.

-Detectives, welcome.

Where would you like to talk?

-Anywhere you feel comfortable, Ms. Johnson.

-The den, I think.

Marcella, I can't find my phone.

Would you mind looking for it for me?

-Of course. -Thank you.

This way.

♪♪

♪♪

-Gorgeous house.

-Marvin was very particular about that sort of thing.

-Do you mind if I grab a water? -Help yourself.

-Wow.

Hey, this is right after Kirk Gibson's

big home run in the '88 series, right?

-Marvin love talking about that game.

-You a baseball fan?

-Not really. I was a good listener,

and, Marvin, he loved to tell stories.

So, what can I help you with?

-Well, why don't you tell us

about your relationship with Marvin?

-I oversee the smooth running of the house,

but that's not really what you want to know, is it?

You want to know if I was sleeping with him.

No, Marvin was not my lover.

But I loved the man.

He was like a second father to me.

-Did Marvin want more out of the relationship?

-Probably.

But he never said so out loud.

-Did you know he made you the sole beneficiary in his will?

-Yeah, I did.

-Do you think it's strange,

given your platonic relationship,

that he named you beneficiary

when he has a living son?

-Who, Dexter?

That's who you should be talking to.

Marvin said he hit the roof when he told him.

He was always coming to Marvin for money.

Where were you at 5:00 a.m.?

-You know, here in bed, alone.

-So, no alibi?

-Well, I never learned to drive.

-Did Marvin ever mention anything to you

about the possibility of removing you from the will

and putting Dexter back in?

-No.

But I wouldn't have cared if he did.

That's not why he was important to me.

-Do you have any idea why "Tiddlywinks"

would have been his last word?

-No clue.

-Tiana had to be sleeping with Price.

-I don't think so.

In a healthy man, ready for a roll in the hay

blood's got to travel to all the necessary body parts.

Boy.

-Price was on blood thinners and antidepressants.

That combo is going to keep a 70-year-old man

from any bedroom shenanigans.

I did get the sense she really loved him, though.

There was a sack lunch in the fridge

with a little heart that dotted the "I" in Marvin's name.

-I don't suppose you found anything in the house

that would explain Tiddlywinks.

-I did not,

and that's going to drive me nuts.

Hello.

I say we take the 101 back to the precinct.

-Morgan. -We're going to save, like,

10 minutes over surface streets.

-Morgan, did you take Tiana's phone?

-It was in the couch cushions.

I-It's always in the couch cushions.

Honest mistake. It looks just like my phone.

But now that we do have it,

I think we should take it back to Daphne

and have her dig around in here,

see who Tiana's been talking to.

-You are going to take it back to the house

and hand it back to Tiana.

It's inadmissible.

Come on. -

♪♪

-How'd it go with Tiana?

I-I don't -- I don't think she killed Marvin.

So, where is this guy?

-You didn't need to come, Morgan.

I can talk -- -I understand that,

but if this Gio person knows anything

about what happened to Roman, I really want to hear it myself.

Okay?

-Well, the question is, will he tell us what he knows?

Right now, I'm starting to wonder if he'll even show.

-Is that him?

-I'll take the lead.

So, what's good here?

-You tell us.

-Well, I find you can learn a lot about a place

by their pancakes.

Easy to do well, hard to do great.

-Well, you can order one of everything you want

if you have information to help us.

You know why I called?

-Yeah, same as everyone else.

You got a problem, and you think I'm the answer.

-Roman Sinquerra.

-That name supposed to mean something to me?

-It should.

You met with him before he disappeared,

15 years ago.

-Yeah? -Yeah.

I heard it from multiple sources.

Gonna tell me I'm wrong?

I mean, maybe I met this guy, maybe I didn't.

I mean, 15 years is a long time ago,

and I'm sorry, my memory's not that good.

-I think it is.

Where were you 15 years ago?

Hell, where were you 15 days ago?

-15 days ago. That was a Tuesday.

I, for one, was at a hardware store.

They were having a sale on energy efficient light bulbs.

I saved $3.42. But here's the problem.

Out in the parking lot, I ran over a nail with my car

and the patch to fix the tire, that cost me 40 bucks,

so I didn't exactly come out ahead.

But more importantly, 15 years ago,

my daughter was just a baby,

and I'm really trying to figure out

what happened to her dad,

so I'd really appreciate it

if you could stop wasting our time.

♪♪

-I have a 16-year-old nephew.

Good kid. Smart.

Wants to develop, video games.

A couple of weeks ago, he got in trouble.

Got mixed up with the wrong crowd.

Painted a few billboards trying to express himself.

Now he's going to be charged with a couple of misdemeanors.

That is, unless someone could help him out.

-Well, in order for us to consider that,

we need some assurances that you actually have information.

-You know, I don't think there's anything in this menu for me.

♪♪

-Don't worry.

I'll find out what he knows.

-Why would Roman be meeting with a guy like that?

♪♪

♪♪

-Hey. -Hey.

-What you doing?

-How cute is this?

I think the brightness is down on your phone.

I can't see anything.

Mom, seriously, what do you think of the car?

-I think it's adorable.

And I think you're adorable for thinking

I'm going to get you a car.

-I'm literally months away from driving.

-We are literally years away

from being able to afford a brand new Volkswagen.

-Can we talk about it later?

-Sure.

-What?

I can always tell when something's up with you.

-I was just going through some of your dad's old stuff,

and I noticed that there were a couple things missing.

-I just wanted to look through his artwork.

Sorry, I should have asked. -No, it's okay.

Don't be sorry. You're not in trouble.

I just don't want you to feel like you have to sneak

stuff like that, right?

'Cause if there's anything you want to talk about,

I'm here.

-That night, when Lieutenant Soto stopped by,

I heard her talking to you about how they found his car.

And they found the diapers that he had bought for me.

Baby, I didn't know that.

-It's okay.

It made me...I don't know.

-It's okay. Made you what?

-Sometimes way your brain works is still super annoying,

but you're usually right about everything.

So, if you don't believe he left us,

then neither do I.

-Left field is warm and cozy tonight,

covered in a blanket known as Felix Jefferson.

The 23-year-old from Mississippi

was gifted the feet of Apollo and a glove made of iron.

-Mom.

-Hi, baby.

-Did you go to bed last night?

-I can't sleep. I must watch baseball.

-Why?

-Because pretty soon that man talking on TV

is going to say, "Tiddlywinks,"

and Mom's gonna figure out what it means

and solve the case and not have to think about everything else

that's keeping her up at night.

-"Tiddlywinks" is a game invented in 1888,

where "squidgers" were used to launch "winks" into a pot.

I love you, goofball.

Go make some cereal. -Okay.

-And brush your teeth. Good lord.

♪♪

-Yeah. Let me know.

-Detective.

-Mr. Price.

-I'm sorry to bother you so early.

Did you get a chance to talk to Tiana?

-I did.

Did you get the impression she had any interest

in my dad beyond his money?

-I did, actually.

Tiana said you hounded your father about money.

Is that true, Dexter?

-My daughter...

She's autistic.

We wanted to change schools

so we could better support her needs,

but we couldn't afford it.

-And Marvin wouldn't help his own granddaughter?

-Kimmy's not his granddaughter.

She's his step-granddaughter.

My dad and my husband weren't on the best of terms.

Is your father still alive?

-No.

-Did you get a chance to say goodbye to him?

Tell him what he meant to you?

-I did.

-When Dad was murdered, we were arguing about his will.

My lasting memory is going to be of him calling me a vulture.

Now all I can hope for is some measure of justice.

♪♪

♪♪

-Hey, what do we got?

-Still double-checking Elko's alibi.

He has an alibi?

-Yeah, but she doesn't want to talk to us.

-Why?

-She got married six weeks ago.

-Well, smart to double-check it, then.

Daphne, any luck on the car?

-Well, depending on how far back we go

and how big of a radius around L.A. I use,

there's as many as 16 potentials.

We got Nova Storm Industries, Autophile Holdings,

Enigma Sync Tech Solutions, Lumina Core Sys--

It's a lot. -No, I get it.

Keep digging. -Yeah.

-Adam? -Yeah?

You got a second? -

Tell me, are you still on good terms

with the District Attorney? -A'Ja?

I mean, it's complicated,

but yeah, we're good. Why?

-Good enough to ask for a favor?

That depends. What is this about?

-A 16-year-old kid who needs rehab instead of jail.

Who's the kid?

-Nephew of a guy named Gio Conforth.

-Am I supposed to know who that is?

-No, but you will soon enough.

-Selena, what the hell is going on?

-It's Morgan.

When she came to work with us, she asked for my help.

We're finally getting somewhere, but we need an assist.

Yeah, yeah. Okay, fine.

Give me all the details you got on the kid,

and I'll see what I can do.

You alright?

-By the time I hear back

from the National Insurance Crime Bureau

and search every corner of the Secretary of State database,

whoever murdered Marvin will probably be dead, too.

Well, how many owners of a Jensen Interceptor

have you ruled out? -All the individuals.

But some of these LLCs are owned by other LLCs.

And without a VIN,

the National Motor Vehicle Title Information System

won't help us.

-Thus.

-You know I know a great dentist when you need one.

-Wait a minute. -What?

-He was lying.

-Who?

-Elko. See? The car.

Autophile Holdings.

-What about it?

♪♪

-Auto-Phil-E.

Phil Elko.

-Let's go arrest that son of a bitch.

-Philip Elko, you're under arrest

for the murder of Marvin Pryce.

-You have the right to remain silent

and refuse to answer questions.

-Hold on. What's going on here?

-If you give up the right to remain silent --

-We found your Jensen Interceptor, Mr. Elko,

the one that you used in the murder.

-You found Ringo!

John. Paul. George.

And now you found Ringo.

The band is back together.

-Yeah, but Ringo killed your neighbor.

-It was stolen a week ago.

I filed a police report and provided surveillance video

the day I got back from Aspen and discovered it was gone.

You know, I've been mulling over Marvin's murder.

Have you?

-Every time Marvin would leave town

on a team road trip,

I noticed this guy on a motorcycle

would pull into Marvin's garage.

Now, I wanted to be a good neighbor,

so I left him a note letting him know what's going on.

-She has a boyfriend.

-Now, the next time Marvin left town,

the boyfriend shows up.

But this time, Marvin was expecting him,

so he doubles back.

Now, I'm guessing he caught them in flagrante delicto

because two minutes later,

Motorcycle Man came peeling out of the driveway.

-Okay, I spoke to Croslin.

Says he did take a stolen car report from Mr. Elko.

He just hadn't entered in the system yet.

-Did you say you had surveillance video?

-Currently it's one strike, one out.

If you are what you eat,

Ricky Thomas subsists on escargot alone

because this man lived life as a snail.

-Mom, can you turn that down?

-I can't. I'll fall asleep.

-Yeah, that's the point of going to bed.

Humans need sleep.

-Thomas steps off the mound.

-I got to be super-human.

-No, you don't.

-A veritable hokey pokey of mind games.

-Wait. Are you investigating that baseball guy's murder?

-All the boys at school are talking about it.

-...Tiddlywinks.

-Tiddlywinks!

Did you hear that? He said it.

He said Tiddlywinks!

He said it! He did it!

Yes!

Thank you!

-Here you go.

Thanks. Keep it open.

-You got it.

♪♪

-Maxwell. -Yes, indeed.

Really? -

-What do you want? -Don't hate the player.

I think it's time we retire that catchphrase.

So, you break up with somebody? Let me guess.

She wanted to exchange last names.

Damn, throwing the high inside heat?

I come in peace for two reasons.

Pace yourself.

-I have an informant. Slippery.

Can't quite put my finger on why yet,

but he claims to have a nephew sitting in juvie

that needs to be sitting in rehab.

-What's he dangling?

-As far as I can tell,

information on a missing person's case.

Family needs closure.

The kid's on Judge Fowlerco's docket.

Someone ate their Lucky Charms.

He owes me an IOU.

Text me the kid's info. -Will do.

-Now...

what's the second thing?

And it better be good.

♪♪

-Hey.

I got your text. What's up?

-Karadec got the D.A. to play ball

on Gio's nephew.

Now we just see if we actually get something in return.

-So, we just...sit around and wait?

-We wait. -We've got video.

-Yeah, they got it.

-Bring me up to speed.

-Turns out the neighbor, Elko,

is the owner of the murder car.

-So that's our guy? -No, not necessarily.

He filed a stolen car report a week ago.

-Can you play it back again?

♪♪

-And this footage is timestamped

and matches the day Elko says the car was stolen.

It's possible to alter if --

-Our killer's name is Olivier Debois,

and he works at Hollywood Auto.

-Did you just Google "who's the killer"

on your phone, Morgan?

No, I did not do that, Adam.

I was just watching the security footage like you,

and it's all on there.

-Explain. -Okay.

So, when I accidentally picked up Tiana's phone,

I saw she was getting a call from Hollywood Auto.

Who would be skilled enough to hotwire a car?

A mechanic. -Morgan...

-Check out the logo on the car thief's shoe.

Do you see that distinctive "G" logo?

That stands for "Gervais."

It's a French shoe brand.

Also, the guy's 6'5".

-How can you tell?

-He's standing against a brick wall.

Each of these cinder blocks is eight inches tall.

This guy measures up to about nine and a half bricks.

That's 76 inches, add an inch for mortar.

That takes us to 6'5".

-It makes sense.

-The folks down at Hollywood Auto

are so proud of their mechanics staff

that they decide they're going to put a photo of their crew

up on their website.

So, I ask myself,

which one of these guys is going to go out

and buy French sneakers.

Is it Benito Zapata, Hans Schmidt,

Romeo Benetti, Moustafa Bashar,

LaShawn Booker, or...Olivier Debois?

More importantly...

who is sexy Tiana Johnson going to take as her lover?

And I'm going with this 6'5" Gallic hunk.

My God! Thank you!

My God!

Mwah! Mwah!

-Motive.

-Elko says Marvin Price walked in

on this woman he adored but couldn't have.

She is in bed with Olivier.

He's furious. He tells Tiana,

"That's it! I'm taking you out of my will."

Olivier, knowing about Marvin's feud with his neighbor,

steals Elko's fancy British sports car

and runs him over with it.

But Olivier wants us to find the car.

That's why it was so easy.

Elko is his patsy.

-And what about Marvin's dying word?

"Tiddlywinks." What does that mean?

-I don't know, I've heard Marvin say it,

but I have not figured that part out yet.

-Alright, get down to Hollywood Auto.

Talk to this Olivier Debois.

-We'll check it out.

♪♪

-Detective Adam Karadec, LAPD.

Hoping to talk to one of your mechanics.

Which one? -Olivier Debois.

-What'd he do?

-I'm not sure yet.

-Karadec.

-Can I see that badge again, please?

-Yeah.

♪♪

-Karaedec, he's running! -Hey! Hey!

Move!

♪♪

Police! Freeze!

♪♪

Olivier Debois,

you're under arrest for the murder of Marvin Price.

-Okay! Okay! There we go!

Team Cop! Yes!

-Your boyfriend, Olivier, claims he was with you

at the time of Marvin's murder.

But that can't be true, can it?

-Because you said you were alone when we asked your alibi.

-I mean, he claims he ran from me

because he's here in the U.S. on an expired visa.

-So, were you with him, Tiana?

-Yes. -Where?

-At his place. -Weird.

You told us you were at Marvin's.

-Look, I-I didn't want to bring up Olivier.

I knew he'd be a suspect.

I didn't want to get him sent back to France.

-But Marvin did find out about the two of you.

True? -Yes.

-How did Marvin react when he caught the two of you?

-He just told Olivier to get out.

He didn't fly off the handle?

-No.

He was pretty calm.

He just kept telling me that Olivier was a waste of my time

and that I was meant for better things.

-Wait, he said that Olivier was a waste of time?

-Yeah.

-Did Marvin ever learn Olivier's name?

-No.

-Tiddlywinks!

-...being executed out there.

What a waste of time. It's tiddlywinks.

He's stretching on the mound. More tiddlywinks.

A waste of time --

that's how Marvin referred to Olivier?

-Yeah. -"Tiddlywinks" is a word

that Marvin used when he was referring to a waste of time

on the mound, in the batter's box.

His last breath, he used to let us know who his murderer was.

This "waste of time" that you're protecting --

Olivier Debois.

-Are you willing to go to prison for him, Tiana?

We are going to prove that he murdered Marvin.

That makes you an accessory.

♪♪

-After he -- he found the two of us together...

...he always referred to Olivier as "that waste of time."

I was by myself the night Marvin was murdered.

I never saw Olivier.

I wish Marvin never put me in his will.

-About that will -- just a couple questions.

-This afternoon, my team arrested Olivier Debois,

a French national,

for the murder of Los Angeles icon Marvin Price.

I'd like to thank my consultant, Morgan Gillory,

for her stellar work on the case.

I'll take some questions now.

-Did you see the mayor's tweet

congratulating your team on solving the case?

-Yes.

-Hey, I just wanted to let you know

that Tiana has given up all claim on your dad's estate.

She realized it would help her defense.

-Did you help her realize that?

You know, Marvin would have liked you.

You're his type of guy. -Yeah.

Your dad loved you, Dexter.

You must know that.

My dad loved Fernando. Tommy.

Piazza. Garvey. He tolerated me.

-You know, I saw his office.

Yeah.

He had pictures of baseball legends,

like, all over it.

But he had this one single framed shot,

just right on his desk.

It was you. -It was?

Yeah.

It looked like you were in a play.

You had, like, a crown.

That must've been me in...

in "Henry the Fifth."

That was on his desk?

-The only photo.

I'm so grateful I got the chance to say goodbye to my dad.

And it's so...unfair

that you didn't get that chance with yours.

-Thank you, Detective.

I hope you feel good about solving the case.

-I do.

I did have some help.

♪♪

-I guess I owe you one.

Only one?

-You owe me so many more than one.

So, technically, I don't really owe you anything at all.

So, I owe you now?

-Yes, but I'm willing to call it even.

That's very generous of you, Morgan.

-Seriously, though, thank you.

And I'm sorry I didn't tell you about Roman earlier.

I just -- -No, it's okay.

I get it, and I understand why.

I mean, you had Soto working on the case, right?

Very smart move. There's nobody better than her.

She taught me half of what I know.

But I'm here now, too.

So, whatever you need, however I can help,

just say the word.

-I will. -Alright.

And, Morgan...

Be careful.

I did my research.

Guys like Gio,

they keep guys like me up at night, you know.

-Understood.

♪♪

♪♪

-Give me a lift?

I don't think I'm going your way.

-Yeah, you are.

-I got to get home to my kids, so I --

-It's not far. Won't take long.

Look, I didn't spend a lot of time with Roman,

but it was enough to know that he was a good guy.

What do you say?

♪♪

♪♪

Leaving town for a while.

When I get back,

we'll see if I got something to offer.

That's it?

-No. It's going to be on my terms.

I don't want nobody reaching out to me,

especially your cop friends.

The less communication, the better.

Understand? -Yeah.

Yeah, it sounds like you got what you wanted

and now you're taking off.

-Got what I wanted?

Lady, we're nowhere close to that.

Take this next left.

♪♪

-♪ They made up their minds and they started packing ♪

-I don't believe you.

I don't think you've ever met Roman.

Yeah?

I know he was afraid.

Not just for himself, but for his family, too.

-Yeah. Yeah. Who wouldn't guess that?

-♪ Where were they going without ever knowing the way? ♪

♪♪

-Stop right here.

-♪ ...they started walking ♪

♪♪

♪ Where were they going without ever knowing the way? ♪

-The RAMs.

Roman. Ava. Morgan.

You guys used to call yourself the RAMs, right?

♪♪

He told me that.

♪♪

♪♪

-♪ Where were they going without ever knowing the way? ♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

-Here's your sewing needle.

-Ha!