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♪♪

-♪ Walkin' in L.A., walkin' in L.A. ♪

♪ Nobody walks... ♪

-I always knew this day would come.

Right?

And I did everything I could to prepare.

-Don't worry, Mom. She'll be fine.

-And let's remember to keep those hands at 9:00 and 3:00.

-9:00 and what?

I'm kidding. Relax, I got this.

[ Horn honks ] -Oh, okay.

-So, why don't we stop up here,

and we'll practice your parallel parking?

-Ah. -Good, good, good.

Okay, so, checking the mirrors.

We're in reverse. -Yep.

You should probably lower the deductible

on our car insurance.

What happened to "She'll be fine"?

-Pop it? -No.

-Oh. -Alright, keep going.

Keep going. Harder right. -Harder right.

-A little faster. Too fast.

-Sorry, Mom. -Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Wait, wait. Turn!

-♪ Nobody walks in L.A. ♪

-License plate is 2DDT456. -I'm confused.

You want us to pull over your daughter?

-We're not traffic cops, Morgan.

-Good morning. -Good morning.

-Ava doesn't even have her license yet.

-No, she doesn't,

but my daughter and I are much more alike than she thinks.

And trust me, when her license does land...

-Hey, don't make me slam these brakes, you thirsty bitches.

-Aaah!

-Whoa! The back seat is very, um...

-Spacious? -Yeah.

-What you got, Five-O? [ Siren wails ]

Let's do this.

Whoo! [ Tires squeal ]

-We just all need to be prepared, okay?

-Alright, listen up.

Some of you have yet to RSVP for the police gala,

and you know who you are.

-Oh, I got that e-mail. I got that, too.

What is that, though?

-It's an annual gathering of city officials,

detectives, officers.

Decent music. Open bar till 10:00.

-Sorry, Lieutenant, I have plans.

-Change 'em.

I want the top brass to see all of Major Crimes represented.

So, that means every single one of you is going to be there

and looking sharp.

-I'm only going to see

if Oz makes a fool of himself again this year.

-I knocked over one ice sculpture four years ago.

Daph won't let me live it down.

-There's photos if you ever want to see them.

-Of course I want to see them. [ Telephone rings ]

-Detective Karadec.

Uh, no, I did not. You just sent it?

Okay, we'll check it out. Thanks.

-Everything okay?

L.A.P.D. tip line flagged an e-mail

to Major Crimes that just came in.

"Spencer Wallace wouldn't play with me, will you?"

-Open the attachment.

"Two hours to make your move."

♪♪

♪♪

"Two hours to make your move."

-Sounds like some kind of game.

-Yeah, a game Spencer here does not look like he wants to play.

-We don't know when it was taken.

We don't know who it is. We don't know if it was staged.

I mean, for all we know, this is just someone

trying to send us on a fool's errand.

-Found him.

Spencer Wallace, 37 years old,

born in Riverside.

Runs a small interior design firm.

Unmarried. Couple of parking tickets. That's it.

-He's in a room with no windows.

Look, see how the only light's coming from the camera flash?

-Yeah.

-Let's hope this is someone's bad idea of a good time.

Find out. -Yeah.

-Here you go.

-Spencer. It's L.A.P.D.

If you're home, we need you to open up.

-Buildings this nice usually deliver packages

to the mail room, right?

♪♪

"Let's play."

-Most puzzles will give you a picture

of what it'll look like when it's done.

-Well, whoever left this for us

clearly wants us to figure it out.

-Or waste more of our time.

-Only one way to find out.

Okay, give me a minute.

-She means that literally, doesn't she?

♪♪

♪♪

-Looks like an elevation map.

Contour lines, color gradients.

-Yeah, and these could be roads.

-That's definitely Mulholland Trail.

I hiked up there last week.

-One piece is missing.

-Maybe it fell? -No, I don't think so.

That's part of the game. It's missing on purpose.

-Whoever took Spencer Wallace wants us

to try and find him right here.

-And that's exactly what we're going to do.

Oz and Daphne, find out everything you can

about Spencer Wallace.

You two go for a hike.

♪♪

-So, we're looking for what, exactly?

-Oh, probably nothing.

We get thousands of calls like this a week.

People get a kick out of sending cops on wild goose chases.

-Makes you feel grumpy?

Alright, so what games did you play as a kid?

-"Yahtzee."

"Yahtzee" was my jam. -"Yahtzee"?!

-Yeah. -What?

-Okay, it is painfully clear

I will not be inviting you to my next game night.

-Looks like you won't have to.

♪♪

-"Loco Ocho."

You have to match the color or the number

and try to get rid of all your cards.

-Hmm.

-I don't like it when you're impressed by me

when I haven't done anything impressive.

-"Eeny-meeny-miny-moe.

Pick a card and then you'll go.

Down a path and through the shade.

Before dear Spencer starts to fade."

You see how this path veers off into two?

-Yeah.

You take one, I'll take the other.

-I don't think it's going to be that simple.

-You're telling me we got to play a game to figure out

which one to take?

The two-hour countdown started when the e-mail came in.

-We have 34 minutes to make our move.

Last card is a two.

Okay, that must mean we take the second path.

-How do you know there weren't other outcomes for these hands?

-You want to play again? -Absolutely not.

[ Cellphone vibrates ]

Hey, we're still searching out here.

-Daphne and Oz found insulin shots

in Spencer Wallace's apartment.

-Our vic is a diabetic.

-That means two hours could be

how much time he has before going into

diabetic ketoacidosis without it.

-I guess it's just under half an hour

before Spencer could die.

-This is real. -I'll call you back.

You got something?

She's got something.

-It's addition and multiplication.

It's either hopscotch for hikers

or hopscotch for second-grade algebra teachers.

♪♪

It's azimuth and elevation.

-Telling us where to go? -No, telling us where to look.

240 degrees and a negative 10.

The horizontal direction and vertical angle.

Valley Days Storage.

And you know what storage units never have?

-Windows.

Everybody start banging on doors.

Use your ears.

-Spencer! -Spencer!

-Spencer! -Spencer!

-Spencer! -Spencer!

-Spencer! -Spencer!

-Spencer! -Spencer!

-Spencer! -Spencer!

-Spencer! -Spencer!

-Spencer! -Spencer!

-Spencer, are you in there? -Unit L4, L4.

Manager said he rents unit L4.

-This is it. This is him. Spencer!

-Spencer! -Spencer!

-Spencer, can you hear us?

-Spencer!

Spencer. Spencer.

Hey, buddy. Hey, hey, hey, hey.

We're with the L.A.P.D. Paramedics are on the way.

You're gonna be okay.

-I have your insulin from your apartment.

I'm gonna administer it in your arm.

Okay? -Okay.

Thank you.

♪♪

-I wish I didn't remember, but I do.

-It's okay. Take your time.

-I was walking up to my apartment

when someone came up behind me.

It happened so fast, I didn't even see their face

before they got some bag over my head.

And when it came off, I was in this dark room.

-Then what happened?

-They made me play games.

At least, they tried to make me play.

I was shaking too much.

I mean, they're moving these pieces around a game board

while I'm begging for my life.

I was too scared to play.

-Did you get a look at the person?

-They were wearing a white anime mask.

Rosy cheeks. Real big eyes.

The room was too dark to see anything else.

-What about the sound of their voice?

-They never spoke. Whoever they were,

they must not have been having much fun.

-Why do you say that? -Well, they got frustrated

I wasn't taking the game seriously,

and they knocked me out.

I woke up in my storage unit.

-Yeah, about that storage unit.

Why is it empty?

Usually people get a storage unit

and they fill it with stuff.

-I rented it with James.

He was my partner for nine years.

-Was your partner?

-This June will be four years since his car accident.

-I'm so sorry.

-We had big plans.

We needed a place to put our things when we travel the world,

so we rented that unit.

I know it's silly, I just...

I haven't been ready to let it go.

-I don't think it's silly at all.

-Spencer, is there anyone you can imagine doing this?

Maybe someone who wanted to hurt you?

-I don't know.

-Whoever abducted Spencer wanted us to find him.

They could have killed him, but they didn't

because they're playing a game with us, not him.

-I think we should be looking for someone

who has a grudge against the L.A.P.D.

-Maybe. I don't know. Look at these clues.

Puzzle, Loco Ocho, hopscotch. These are kids' games.

He just wants to play.

-So, we're looking for a 5-year-old?

-So, we just wait for the next clue to arrive?

Got to do something.

-We can't work with leads we don't have.

♪♪

-Gillory...mm.

There we go.

-Thanks, Katie. -Mm. Of course.

Oh, it's already been paid for.

What do you mean?

Thanks.

♪♪

How did you know I'd be here?

-I heard you had a standing order

on Thursdays for the family.

Relax. You're not special.

I know a lot of things about a lot of people.

Sit down.

-I'm guessing you're not here for the soup.

Is Roman one of those people? Did you find him?

-First things first.

I only want to deal with you, alright?

I know your cop friends have a hand in this.

I get it.

But I can't be seen with them

for reasons that don't concern you.

Now, Roman came to me before he went missing.

He said he was afraid for himself.

For you. -Yeah, you already said that.

-And now I'm telling you, it had something to do

with a woman I heard he was working with at the time.

-Roman was a painter. He didn't have any partners.

-All I know is her name is Lyla Flynn.

F-L-Y-N-N.

You need to write that down?

-I'm good. Thanks. -Alright.

I heard about this HPI you have.

That really a thing?

-It's a thing that doesn't concern you.

-That's all I have on Lyla.

But, you know, I'll keep digging.

-How do I know that?

I don't know anything about you except what you told me.

How am I supposed to believe you?

-Because you got nobody else, or you wouldn't be here.

♪♪

Put your number in it.

So I can get in touch with you if I find out more

about this Lyla Flynn.

♪♪

♪♪

-Let me in there. Let me in there.

Goodbye.

-Ava, dinner's here!

-So is your mom.

-Hey. How was your day?

-I think it ruined family game night forever.

This kidnapper is really toying with us.

-That's a bummer.

Oh, sweet potato fries.

-Oh, good. You're home.

I just finished something I want to show you.

-Me?

Hmm.

-The rest are for Dad.

-Organizing it by year seemed super lame,

so I kind of did chapters like my artwork,

fashion evolution, life milestones.

-Oh, is that this morning? -Mm-hmm.

You're lucky I didn't get a photo of your worried face.

-I wasn't worried.

You almost murdered your entire family.

There was no time to worry.

How far does this go back?

-All the way to the beginning.

-Oh, look at that cowboy hat. I love that hat on you.

-Yeah, Mom. Real shame

you don't get to dress me like that anymore.

I think these photos are a reminder of

why you lost that privilege. -Alright, take it easy.

You're adorable. What are these for?

You hate when I pull out baby pictures.

-You know, in case you find him.

-You made this for your dad?

-I mean, he missed my entire childhood,

so I figured we'll have to catch him up.

If you find him.

Because maybe your job with the cops will work out

the way you said it would.

-I hope so.

You know, speaking of the cops, they're having this big,

fancy gala, and they invited me.

-Oh, my God. What are you gonna wear?

-I don't know, I haven't thought about it.

-Okay, it's only fair you got to dress me,

so I get to dress you.

-Am I gonna look good? -Yes. Of course.

-Okay.

-You came in early.

-I wanted to get a head start. -You got anything?

-No, but we got to find out who did this,

or our victim will be looking over his shoulder

the rest of his life.

[ Cellphone vibrates ] -Uh...

Yeah. Alright. Alright.

We're on our way.

We need to head to the west side to the Marina Hotel.

-Isn't that where the gala is tomorrow night?

-Yeah. It looks like we have a new lead.

-Great.

[ Cellphone vibrates ]

-Hey. -Hey.

You actually picked up the phone.

-Uh, yeah. Mistake.

Meant to send you to voice-mail,

but I got these long fingernails, you know?

-[ Chuckles ]

-How are you? How's the new job?

-It's intense, but I'm really happy.

I mean, I do miss a few things back in L.A.

-Oh, yeah?

-Yeah.

So, I was just wondering

if you're going to this police gala tomorrow night.

-Mm. I am. Why?

Did you get an invitation? -I did.

I thought maybe you had something to do with that.

-Of course I did. I'm very powerful around here.

-So, you'll be there? I will.

-Okay. That's all I needed to hear.

I'll see you soon.

-See you soon.

-Morgan. -Another clue?

-Officer Lin called it in. -I knew this wasn't right.

-Oh, that's not creepy at all.

-"The fun has just begun."

-We've been asking around to see if anyone saw

who left it here, but nothing so far.

-Okay, so whoever kidnapped Spencer isn't done,

and they're watching us.

-Nothing about this is fun.

-Or helpful.

Lab didn't find DNA or prints

on any of the game pieces.

-That's because the kidnapper wants us

to play by their rules, not ours.

-Something's going on with these dolls.

I mean, every detail the kidnapper's given us so far

has been a clue.

That's how this person has fun -- by making us work.

These babies have to mean something.

-I want to talk to Spencer again.

If he didn't tell anybody about that storage unit,

that means the kidnapper must have followed him there, right?

I mean, who else would have known about it?

-I did.

♪♪

Well, I didn't mention it before

because the group is meant to be private,

and it didn't seem relevant.

But now I think it might be.

-What is it, Oz?

-[ Sighs ]

Daph is the only one that knows this

because I don't really talk about it, but, um...

I lost my dad last year.

-Are you okay?

-It's weird living in a world without both your parents.

So, I started attending this grief group in Echo Park.

Everyone who goes has lost somebody.

We just -- we share.

I don't make it every week.

That's why I didn't recognize Spencer at first.

-But you remembered his story about losing his partner

and the storage unit they bought together.

-Yeah. -And if you knew about it,

so does everybody else in the group.

-Which means any one of them could be the one

that's playing games with us.

-Any idea on a possible suspect?

-No. -When's the next meeting?

-Later today. -Alright.

You and Daphne go talk to some group members.

And you two figure out what those baby dolls mean.

I want those things out of my bullpen.

-♪ Reach out and touch faith ♪

-Charles. -Oz.

-Hey. -We miss seeing you.

-Yeah, same here. How you been?

-Not too bad.

-You bring a friend for group?

-Uh, Charles, this is Detective Forrester.

We're actually here about a police matter.

-We'd like to ask the group a few questions,

if you don't mind.

And if you all don't mind talking with us.

-Come on in. Thank you.

So, you think the person who kidnapped Spencer

met him here?

-Do you mind if I ask where you were

Wednesday night around 10:30?

-My boyfriend and I went to a movie.

-You said 10:30? Let me think.

-I stayed in on the couch.

-Was anyone with you?

-Just my dog. Why?

-Do you remember Spencer?

-Spencer. Sweet man. Is he okay?

-I actually had a crush on him

before I realized I was not his type.

So sad about his partner.

-Say, how do you feel about games?

-Played left tackle in college.

-You cops handing out Lakers tickets?

What about puzzles? Board games?

-I remember one guy who used to come to group.

He just loved them. -What was his name?

-David. -Yeah, David.

He used to always talk about how much he missed

playing games with his family.

-They died? -His sister did.

David said his family was never the same after that.

And no more game nights.

-It was like every week, he seemed

even more upset about it.

-Morgan, what are you doing?

-We don't know there's not a message hidden

in here for us. -In the baby shoes?

-We don't know.

-Was there? -No.

-And now we know. Wait.

Can I talk to you guys for a second?

-Gio only wants to talk to you?

-That's what he said. -Yeah, of course he does.

Gio Conforth doesn't want law enforcement

asking too many questions.

Otherwise, his days as a free man are over.

-And what did he say about this Lyla Flynn?

-He just gave me her name and said

that she and Roman were working together.

You hired me because I notice things that you miss.

You really think I wouldn't sense

if Roman was cheating on me?

-Smart people have blind spots, too.

-And my heart breaks for them.

-I think it's time we cut this Gio guy loose.

-He got us a name. -Yeah, so he says.

And after he disappeared for how long?

No, he's got to go. -Detective.

Gio wasn't my first call or my 10th.

We're investigating a missing persons 15 years after the fact.

And whether we like it or not,

Gio has connections that we don't.

So, we use him for whatever we can.

-I agree.

-Just please don't trust him.

-I won't, I promise.

-Okay. Our sketch artist is on the way.

-What's wrong? -There's this woman.

You remember Sierra? -Mm.

-Never misses a meeting. She usually arrives early

because she comes from work, but she's still not here.

-Tell us more about her. -She's an ASL interpreter.

Lives on the west side.

-So, our suspect is a white male, about 5'10",

in his 30s, with a beard. -Great.

He could be half the waiters in the city.

-Well, David knew about Spencer's storage

through the grief group and was completely obsessed with games.

-All that to recapture the joy he lost when his sister died?

-Yeah, I don't know if I buy that.

This guy loses his sister when he's a kid,

and he just wakes up all these years later and goes nuts?

Why is he doing this now?

-We think it's because two weeks ago,

he invited the grief group to bar trivia.

No one showed up. -Okay, so David felt rejected,

took his frustrations out on one of them,

and now he's making us play with him.

-And Spencer may only be his first victim.

-Wait a minute. I think I just found the missing woman.

Sierra Shuman.

-That's definitely her.

-1459 Santa Monica Boulevard.

-Alright. Hurry.

-This is her place.

-Thanks.

-Looks like Sierra put up a fight.

-Yeah.

I'll rush CSU, but going through all this

is going to take time we don't have, Morgan.

♪♪

-That's weird. -What's weird?

-Dude. Son of a --

She would never put that bookshelf there.

The closet door would be banging into it all day.

-Think it was moved?

-Turn off the light.

-Uh, Morgan.

"You can't tell in the dark."

-What's something that you can't see in the dark

but you can in the light?

-Uh, other than everything?

♪♪

-"Tell."

-Yeah.

-Well, the word has a bunch of different meanings, right?

To direct, like to tell someone what to do or to reveal,

like a poker tell or to observe.

Like, can you tell I'm mad? -Okay.

How's this going to help us find Sierra, Morgan?

-Sierra is an ASL interpreter. Maybe that's why he chose her.

"You can't tell in the dark"

means you can't talk in the dark, right?

You know who can't talk in the dark?

-People who are deaf

because you have to be able to see sign language

in order to use it.

-The dolls, you see their hands?

They're all telling us something in sign language.

C.

O.

X.

1.

P.

I.

-What does it mean? -It's not a word.

♪♪

-PICO X 1.

-Pico and First.

-There was an old art gallery there.

Closed a while ago.

-Go see if someone opened it up.

Go, go, go, go.

-Clear!

[ Muffled whimpers ]

Wait. Listen.

-Please help! She's locked inside.

-I'll get our safecrackers to break her out.

Paramedics standing by.

-She's been in there for 36 minutes.

-However much oxygen is seeping into this thing,

it can't be much.

Sierra, this is Detective Karadec

with the L.A.P.D.

I want you to try and stay calm.

Are you able to breathe in there?

-Barely.

Please!

-S.W.A.T.'s ETA is 45 minutes.

-It's the art. That's the next game.

-But what game? -Jacks.

-With the ball and metal things?

-Yep. My dad hated that game.

It's probably why I loved it so much.

The game has different names all over the world.

The oldest one here being knucklebones

in Central Asia.

They used goat and sheep bones

as the game pieces.

Ten total.

Next, in South Asia it's called

Anjul Kal, meaning five stones.

And finally, in Japan, they use bags filled with beans,

specifically seven bags of beans.

So, it's one ball, ten bones,

five stones, and seven bags of beans.

That's got to be the combination.

-1-10-5-7.

-It's okay. It's okay. I got you. I got you.

I got you. You're okay. You're okay.

You're okay.

Just breathe. Just breathe.

♪♪

-You know, I think this is the first time

I've ever heard you mention your father.

-Probably the last.

-Fair enough.

So, jacks, huh?

-Uh, one day in second grade at recess,

a group of kids invited me to come play with them,

which was a really big deal for me.

And it was so fun, and I was so happy,

and I couldn't wait to go home and tell my dad about it.

Big mistake. -Why?

-Because it wasn't shogi or chess.

It was jacks, a simple game for simpletons.

He said those kids weren't worthy

of my intellectual acumen.

He has HPI, too.

So, the next day, when they asked me to play again,

I told them why I couldn't,

and it didn't go well. -I bet.

-Yeah, it quickly spread around the school

that I thought I was smarter than everyone else.

And that began the nightmare that was my next four years.

-I'm sorry. -Not your fault.

-Alright, I've had officers assigned

to every member of the grief group.

-Daphne can watch my back. -I always do.

-Lieutenant, I'm afraid he's not going to stop

until he gets a win.

-Maybe we should cancel the gala.

-No. Nice try, though.

Tonight's not just about Major Crimes.

It's a chance to celebrate law enforcement

across the entire city.

And I'm not going to let this sicko push us around.

Alright, we're going to put our dancing shoes on,

and we're going to have a good time.

[ Baby cooing ]

-She's home. -What are you doing?

-Tell her to hold on a sec!

-Where's Ludo? What's happening?

Why are you guys being weird?

-Drum roll, please.

Ta-da! -We hit the mall.

-What is this?

-Most of Chloe's college tuition.

Just kidding.

We haven't started saving yet, but we will.

-This is so sweet...

and concerning.

-We know the police gala tonight is a big deal,

and we know you didn't have time to shop,

so everyone chipped in.

-Are you serious?

-You guys, I don't know what to say.

-Don't say anything. Just try stuff on.

Come on. -Okay.

-Hurry! -Okay.

-Don't look at the price tags.

-But also don't take them off.

-I will not be taking anything off.

-I got these. -Yes.

Wow.

My kid knows me well.

-Yes, she does.

-You let her drive to the mall, didn't you?

-I did. [ Chuckles ]

You, uh, you want to talk about it?

Whatever it is.

-Was it obvious? -No, no, no.

-Oh, this case,

it's just different than the rest.

-Why's that? -This person

we're trying to catch is kind of brilliant.

-Okay, but so are you.

-Yeah, but I don't know how to think like somebody

who would do all of this.

-Mm.

-Okay.

Unless you want to try on dresses...

-No, no. Uh, hope one of them's a winner.

And only one. -Thank you. Get out.

-Unless you want me to -- -I don't.

-I've seen it before. -Twice.

-And a half! -Oh, my God.

[ Cellphone vibrates ]

[ Knock on door ]

-Ronnie.

-Damn.

Wow, this place is a lot nicer than your last spot.

-Thanks for coming by. -Wow, you really splurged.

-What, I can't have nice things now?

-Oh, look at you.

You got all dressed up just for me.

-This is, uh, for this year's police gala.

Remember when we used to go to those?

-Oh, yeah. Yeah, I remember

you hating them and me always looking

just a little bit sharper than you.

-Mm-hmm. Well, it's never too late to rewrite history.

-[ Chuckles ]

No, I may or may not have looked into some things on your behalf.

-And? -And anything I share

didn't come from me. -Say less. I got it.

You were never here.

Okay, so, what'd you find?

-Lyla Flynn was an undercover field agent for the FBI.

-What? -Yeah.

It was way before my time at the bureau,

but she handled all kinds of cases,

most of which are classified still.

Mm-hmm.

-[ Sighs ] What else?

-She was murdered 15 years ago.

Shot in her own backyard, execution style.

-Unsolved? -Ice cold.

But one of the last cases she was working on involved Roman --

-Roman Sinquerra. -Yeah.

He dropped off the grid shortly after her death.

But I did a deep dive, and nothing turned up.

Except this.

Read, then burn.

♪♪

♪♪

-♪ Moving outside Topeka ♪

♪♪

♪ Jeannie gonna buy a big house there ♪

♪♪

♪ Split level, a cul-de-sac ♪

-Excuse me, ladies,

I'm looking for Selena Soto and Daphne Forrester.

Have you seen them around? -Ha, ha. Very funny.

-Oz fashionably late again?

-He has got to spend less time with his personal grooming.

I'm gonna call him. I'll be right back.

-Morgan's not here yet, either.

-I'm pretty sure she'll be easy to spot when she shows up.

How are you feeling? You alright?

-[ Sighs ] A little anxious.

I wish we would have caught our guy before all of this,

but we'll catch him soon enough.

-Yeah, we will. -How are you feeling?

-Oh, better now that I've got some fresh intel

on the Roman investigation.

-From who?

Oh. -Yeah.

-And? -And it turns out

Roman was working as an FBI informant.

I'll download you on all the details later,

but for now, I just need to know

I've got your blessing to press ahead.

-Of course.

-Yeah. I'll talk to her.

-Good luck.

♪♪

-Oh, you look absolutely stunning.

-Thank you. -Yeah.

-My daughter did it.

-Can I buy you a drink?

-Are they not free?

-Yeah, I believe they are.

♪♪

-♪ Trying to make sense of life in the middle ♪

♪ You live and you die, but the rest is a riddle ♪

-Hey.

It's been almost an hour,

and Oz still isn't answering his phone.

It just keeps going to voice-mail.

-That's not like him. -He lives nearby.

I'm going to go check in on him.

-Alright. -Okay.

-Be careful. -I will.

-You know, we have come a long way, you and me.

-Have we? -Mm-hmm. Yeah.

When you consider it started out with you tampering with evidence

and getting thrown in jail for taking a swing at an officer,

I'd say so.

-Alright, well, for the record,

I was cleared of all charges,

and I helped solve that case. -Yes.

And then you went on to solve about a dozen

more cases after that.

And once we put this Joker wannabe away,

we're going to solve a bunch more cases.

And one of them will be Roman's.

Morgan, listen, I want you to let to let me handle things

with Gio from now on.

-What? No, no.

-I know how much this means to you.

That's why it matters to me, too.

-Well, that's sweet, I appreciate that,

but he was very clear.

He doesn't want to deal with cops.

It has to just be me. -No.

It's too dangerous, Morgan.

Guys like Gio, they are unpredictable.

You need to think about what you're risking.

No.

I will play this the right way.

I'll get exactly what we need from Gio.

-I know what I'm doing.

You need to stop worrying about me, okay?

-Partner.

Trust me. Okay?

-He wants to meet at his hotel at 9:00 a.m. tomorrow.

-Okay. Got it.

And I do believe someone just walked in

who was looking to see you.

Catch you later.

-You made it.

-I did.

Well, if you're not all danced out...

-I'm never all danced out.

♪♪

-Oz!

Oh, no.

♪♪

♪♪

[ Cellphone vibrates ]

-Everything okay?

-I'm not leaving until we find Oz.

-None of us are.

Morgan, what are you thinking?

-I'm thinking this puzzle sucks.

-Maybe there is no puzzle.

He didn't leave any clues behind.

-He would have left enough clues for it to be solved,

otherwise it wouldn't be a game

Marco. -Polo.

-Marco Polo is a kid's game.

-I know, Marco Polo.

And also Oz's tie was silk.

Marco Polo was one of the most well-known people

to travel the travel the Silk Road.

-That doesn't narrow it down.

There's, like, a million pools in Los Angeles.

-I know. -What about the notes?

Maybe there's some hidden wordplay in them.

-Yeah, maybe.

-All the fonts are different.

-What did you say? -The fonts on each note,

they're all different.

Maybe that means something.

-Yes. Yes, Daphne.

Okay, give me the names of all of the fonts

in the order in which we received the notes.

-Okay, Romana, Haptic script,

Olicana, Kiln Sands, and Avant Garde.

-It's an acrostic.

It's a new word made by taking the first letters

of all the other words. R-H-O-K-A.

-Rhoka? -Rhoka! Yes!

Before Ava was born, her dad and I used to sneak

into open houses for free champagne and snacks.

One of them was designed by an architect

named J.R. Rhoka. -Alright, Daphne.

How many houses can we find from this guy?

-It looks like there's a few in Los Angeles.

-How many have pools?

-The house Rhoka designed in Encino.

-Just the one? -Yes.

-Encino. That's got to be it.

Go, go.

♪♪

♪♪

-We've got to split up and find the pool.

-We'll take the back.

-Over here!

-Oz! -I got him!

♪♪

-Come on, come on.

♪♪

No bubbles means he's out of air.

-No.

♪♪

♪♪

-Bring him here. I got him.

Oz?

He's not breathing.

Come on, Oz. -Come on, come on, man.

-Oz!

-Come on, Oz. Come on. -Come on, come on.

Come on, man.

-Oz!

♪♪

[ Heartbeat ]

-[ Coughing ]

-Come on. Lift him up. Lift him up.

Get him up. -It's okay.

-Oh, my God.

-Good job. Good job.

♪♪

-How you feeling, Oz?

-Better than I look.

-Always got to be the center of attention, huh?

-Can't help myself.

-Don't you dare scare us like that again.

You hear me?

-I'll do my best, Lieutenant.

-Let's get CSI to comb every inch of this house.

-Stay here. You're riding with me.

-Hey, Morgan.

Back when I was a rookie, one of my first calls

was a possible drowning in Laurel Canyon.

A little girl, 8 years old.

Seconds away from not making it.

Just like me.

-Well, all that matters is that you did both make it.

-Yeah.

-You okay?

-If I can't get over nearly losing a stranger,

how am I supposed to get over losing

one of the most important people in my life?

-Your dad?

-I guess I, uh, I got -- I got some -- some things to sort out.

-Hey.

We all do.

♪♪

♪♪

-What do you want? -I'm a friend of Morgan's.

-Yeah, you're no friend of mine.

-I'm also L.A.P.D. -I know who you are.

Now get your hands off the door before I slam it shut.

-You asked her to meet you here today alone.

Why?

Answer my question. -Hey, lower your voice.

Okay?

-Daddy, what's wrong?

-Hey, buddy. Nothing. Okay?

Yeah, I'm just talking to my friend here.

-Hi. -Hey.

-Go on back to bed, okay?

When you get up, we'll make some pancakes, huh?

-Yeah. -Alright.

-Maybe we should go talk somewhere else.

-No, we're done talking.

Do you have any idea what I went through

to help that lady?

I asked her to come here

so I could give her something.

That's it. Okay?

Don't reach out to me again

because I am not doing this anymore.

I already have a target on my back.

Now I got one on my chest.

I don't need my kid visiting me in the cage

or worse. Understand?

-So, tell me this, Gio.

Why did you offer to help Morgan

in the first place?

-I got my reasons.

-Okay, I can respect that.

You know, maybe on some level, I misjudged you.

Last thing I want is for anything bad to happen

to you or to your family.

But before I leave, I'm going to ask you one last time

to do the right thing for Morgan.

What else do you have on Roman?

Come on.

-The house belongs to Charles and Jacqueline Peck,

who have been in their vacation home in Cape Cod

for the last two months. -But they have a son,

David Roy Peck, 38 years old.

-And David's twin sister Casey died

when they were 10 years old.

-Now, the Pecks have been estranged from their son

since he was 18, but that was the home

that David and Casey grew up in.

-Do we have a current photo of David Peck yet?

-Nothing from the DMV, no known work history,

no social media, but we're working on it.

-When you get that photo, I want it plastered

on every major news channel tonight.

Understood? Alright.

Now, until this guy is in custody,

it is all hands on deck.

Let's get to work, people.

-Do you guys know how many family vacations we've been on?

-Define vacation.

-Yeah, does our trip to West Covina count?

-Our carburetor blew and we had to stay in a Motel 6.

-Oh, it had a pool. Oh, and free breakfast.

-That's true. It did.

-But no, that doesn't count.

-Then zero. -Right. Zero.

That's all about to change.

-Really? -Yes. We're going on vacation.

Just don't know where yet.

-[ Gasps ] Tahiti. -Whoa!

Uh, I do like the sun part of that.

Chloe's starting to look a bit like a jellyfish.

-Any chance we could add

the land of fire to the wish list?

-I don't even want to know. -Azerbaijan.

Oh, but Liechtenstein's a close second.

-This escalated quickly.

-Oh! Oh!

-Making a run for it.

Terrible joke.

-It's pretty funny.

-Early Thanksgiving? -Uh, pot pies.

-Oh, that was my favorite when I was a kid.

You guys are very lucky.

I'm, uh, heading in. I'll take this for you.

-Thank you. Have a good day.

-You, too.

-That's it? -What's it?

-Your flirt game is the worst.

-Get in the car. -You got to work on that.

Yeah, Tahiti. -Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hold on. We're not -- okay.

And she walked away.

She's lost her marbles. We're not going to Tahiti.

You know what I was thinking?

Something like the Grand Canyon

or Central Oregon.

I haven't done that.

-I appreciate the gesture,

but Ava and I are too old for this game,

and Chloe's gonna need a couple more years.

♪♪

-Found a photo of David Roy Peck.

From DUI in Connecticut from two years ago.

-This is our guy?

-Looks like the sketch was a little off.

-Maybe not.

-What do you mean?

♪♪

♪♪

-I just spoke with a rehab facility in upstate New York

where David Roy Peck has been in lockdown

for the past four months.

-How is that possible?

-Whoever's playing games with us,

it isn't David Roy Peck.

-Well, then who the hell is this guy?

♪♪

♪♪

[ Cellphone vibrates ]

-Hello?

-Morgan, I know where he is.

-What are you talking about?

-Roman.

He's alive.

♪♪

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