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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.

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?

Let's do this.

Whoo!

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.

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.

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, 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.

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.

- 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?

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?

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!

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.

- 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.

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.

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.

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.

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?

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.

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!

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.

- 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?

Hello?

Morgan, I know where he is.

What are you talking about?

Roman.

He's alive.