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Cassie, can I have some coffee?

Okay.

You heard about this
broad out in Weasley?

Oh, old-school,
newspaper, I like it.

Yeah... You know, the news
does come on your phone now,

it's a new thing.

Says the man with
ten thousand books.

Hmm. Thank you.

Makes her husband
breakfast, for 35 years.

One day, she starts putting
a little bit of antifreeze

on his orange juice
every morning.

Why, was he cold?

What we got here?

Oh... "Empiricism and
the Philosophy of Mind".

Bunch of crock.

Wilfrid Sellars wrote this?

Yeah, interesting guy.
You know Wilfrid Sellars?

No, but I know Peter Sellars.

Okay...

It took this guy eight months
to die from the antifreeze.

That's dedication.

You gotta give her
points for tenacity.

Come on. Eight months?

Can you imagine hating
anyone that much?

Honestly? I can think of
a few candidates, yeah.

How did they catch her?

Mmm... doesn't say.

Maybe they...

Maybe when they tried
to embalm the guy,

the formaldehyde wouldn't set.

"I pumped two barrels
of that shit into him

and it keeps leaking out."

Put him in the deep freeze
and he's still warm.

That's good, that's good.

- Thank you.
- Hi there, Cassie.

Cassie, can I get a coffee?

Already got you.

I guess I need it.

You're such a skinny dude.

Where you put all that?

My old man said I
have a hollow cock.

Really?

Your father said that,
"hollow cock". Interesting.

Yeah, he's a philosopher, too.

I'm going to go right to
the airport from here.

I have to go out of town
for a couple of days.

- You? What for?
- Yeah.

Personal stuff, no big deal.

I'll be back the
day after tomorrow.

Actually, I'll be back tomorrow.

- Personal?
- Yeah.

Good.

Because if Jericho found out
you went out of town on a job...

Give me a little credit,
I don't have a death wish.

Then why are you even going?

Like I said, personal.

No big deal.

I'll be back tomorrow.

Okay. Yeah.

Are you okay?

Good.

Okay...

I'm going to get the check.

The check? We just
got the plate of food.

I know but I

don't want to be late, I
have to get to the airport.

You got five minutes
to eat some food.

Hurry up, take five minutes.

Jesus Christ...

All right, anything
comes up, call me.

What the hell?

When did you get the new car?

Oh... Eh... Oh.

So, you're not even going to
tell me where you're going now.

I'll tell you when I come back.

Apple.

Dog.

Ehm...

Car.

How are you today?

Well... you tell me.

My initial suspicions
were incorrect.

It's not Alzheimer's.

Okay.

What is it?

You're suffering
from a condition

known as
Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease.

It presents initially in much
the same way as Alzheimer's.

So, what's the difference?

Speed of progression.

I'm guessing... you
don't mean it's slower.

In your case, it's
incredibly fast.

What's the treatment?

There's no treatment.

The thing you have to
remember about dementia

is the thought-feeling
connection.

You have a thought,
creates a feeling.

You lose a thought, you're
left with a feeling.

So, you'll be going along and

all of a sudden,

you'll be unreasonably happy
and you won't know why.

Or you'll have this
wave of depression

and you won't know why.

You'll find yourself...
forgetting people,

even those you have
a connection with.

You'll become displaced
in time and space...

Right now, you're mostly lucid

with small patches of
confusion and mental lapse.

So, then it'll reverse.

The moments of lucidity
will become the exception

and eventually, go
away altogether.

How much time do I have?

It's progressing
more aggressively

than I would like...

- Uhm...
- How much time?

You're looking at
weeks, not months.

If you have any
arrangements to make,

I suggest you do so as
quickly as possible.

Do you have family that
can take care of you?

None that would. All right.

Then, I suggest you look
into care facilities.

This is a very good place

in your area.

I'm sorry.

That's okay, doc.

Even if I hated
you for telling me,

I'd forget soon enough.

What do you want to know?

I think you have secrets

you don't want to tell me.

Secrets are secrets,
so I can't tell you.

I finished the last
book you lent me.

Oh, yeah?

What did you think?

I liked it but the
end was stupid.

Really?

He just lets them
chop off his head

while the other guy walks away?

Well, see...

His whole character arc leads
to that moment. You know?

It's a... sacrifice for
the greater good, you know?

Mmm... like the end
of "Casablanca"?

Yeah, like the end of
"Casablanca," exactly.

It was bullshit, too.

Rick would take the
girl 10 times out of 10.

"A far, far better
thing" my ass.

Wow.

Is everyone from
Kraków that cynical?

I'm not cynical, I'm realistic.

What day is it?

- Thursday?
- No, no, I mean...

I mean what date.

The fifth, does
that mean something?

It's my son's birthday,

who hasn't spoken with
me many, many years.

Why does he hate you so much?

I'm what the Science journals
refer to as a "lousy father."

Mmm...

He found out what
I did for a living.

Yeah?
- Yeah.

What do you do for a living?

I work for the IRS.

Just like that, I hate you too.

I've been coming here

once a week for
almost... four years

and that's the first thing
you've said about yourself.

What do you want to know?

I'll tell you
anything, just ask me.

Is that your real
name, Aristotle?

No, it's a nickname

the guys in my platoon gave me,

I was in the first Gulf War

and I used to read
a lot of books,

like philosophy
and... like that.

I got to go.

The thing with your son
explains a lot, though.

What do you mean?

You know how they say

haunted houses have cold spots?

Stand in certain areas,

and a chill goes down your
spine like an artic breeze.

What the hell you're
talking about?

That's what's like here.

You walk in the door
and you feel it.

Only it isn't a ghost.

What is it?

Loneliness.

See you next Thursday,
not really Aristotle.

This guy's a piece of work.

I don't care.

Human trafficker from España.

Why do we always have
to go through this?

Why do we have to
go through what?

You ask me if I want to
know the details of the job

and I say, "no, I really don't"

and then you tell me
the details of the job

and then I say, "shut up" and
we go through it again and again

and we always go through

the same thing
every fucking time!

The question is,

why don't you care
who the guy is?

Ready.

Hey, this could be my
last job for a while.

What the fuck is going on, John?

Nothing, I just need to
take care of a few things

I'll clear it with Jericho.

Okay, how long are
you going to be out?

Hard to say.

Come on. Let's go.

This motherfucker sells
men for human labor,

that's a thing now.

Jesus Christ.

I thought trafficking
was like sex shit.

Same thing every time.

Didn't we just go
through this at the car?

Why don't you care
who the guy is?

Because in ten minutes,

Tommy, he's not
going to be anybody.

Let's go get this done.

Damn it.

Hello?

Yeah.

Well, we were

expecting only one
person to be there.

We got split up.

I guess he figured...

I don't know, we could
cover more ground.

And I heard shots...

Christ, Tommy.

I didn't mean to.

- Knox...
- I'm sorry, Tommy.

Yeah, he was.

Yeah. I made sure the scene
was clean and then I left.

Okay.

Thank you.

You're buying this?

Five bullets, three victims?

Had to happen fast.

Are you thinking
there's a third shooter?

There's no evidence of that.

Growing up, I hated my mother.

Is that right?

She was a stereotype,
overbearing,

Asian, hellicopter mom.

An "A" minus meant I
didn't have any pride.

My mother was a drunk, so...

- This is about me.
- Sorry.

She hates my chosen
profession but, ironically,

made me a good detective.

Realizing her wanting me

to excel was about
her and not me,

gave me my first
lesson in motive.

She taught me that the
details were important.

The answers lie

in the little
things other people,

she meant white
people, overlook.

With all due respect,
is this going somewhere?

There's water all
over the floor.

That means the shower was on
when the curtain came down.

Okay.

- So?
- So,

he killed them, they killed him,

all in a hurry,
bang, bang, bang.

Who turned off the shower?

- Hey, Knox.
- Hey.

Sit down. Want a drink?

Yeah. Yeah, whisky.

So.

You just swing by to say hello?

No, closing out.

I have to do it
pretty quick, too.

- Quick?
- Yeah.

- Jericho knows?
- He can't.

That makes it tough.

Raise your commission, I guess.

I'm uh... I'm going away.

For good this time.

And I don't want this
blowing back on Jericho.

What happened?

A job went South.

I set the scene out to buy
myself some time but...

- It's not going to last long.
- I'm sure about that.

Three people,

all shot each other
with the same gun.

Yeah, that's not good.

My gun.

- That's worse.
- Yeah.

So time is of the essence.
How do you have your capital.

Mostly cash.

Got some paintings you
got to sell. Some stones.

- That's simple enough.
- Yeah.

A list of three people.

All three, equal shares.

Nothing in here for
Muncie's family?

Muncie didn't have anybody.

I can't have any of
this touch those people.

This money has to be clean.

Gather your assets,
I'll set it up.

A couple of days.

Hey, this stays
between you and me.

Yeah, and I'm going to tell who?

All right.

All right, thanks.

What's up?

This key doesn't
work on the... uh...

- The thing, the...
- Lock?

- Lock, yeah.
- All right.

Yeah, the green ones,

they go to our other
facility, out in Van Nuys.

Okay.

Hey, could you do me a favor?

Could you... uh...
write down the number...

- The address?
- The address.

Yeah, got you.

Sorry, I didn't mean to

just to show up like
this, I should've called.

I didn't mean to
ambush you, I'm sorry.

Do I know you?

Okay, I guess I deserve that.

You got to know I wouldn't be
here unless I was desperate.

Okay? I need your help.

Dad, could you please
just talk to me?

Dad.

Miles... yeah.

Sure, Miles. Come
here. Come on in.

Thank you, I just...

Have a seat.

No, no, no, I'm...
I'm sober. Nine years.

That's your blood?

Yeah, my hand is... Uhm...

I cut it in a...

This is my blood and
that's someone else's.

Holy fuck!

I fucked up.

I fucked up really bad.

Okay... okay.

Okay, take it easy.

Catch your breath.

Tell me what happened.

I killed someone.

Did they deserve killing?

Okay, start there.

Okay.

You have a granddaughter.

- Kaylee.
- How did you know about her?

Your mother told me,
right after she was born.

Yeah. Yeah, Kaylee.

What is she, like 12? 13?

She's 16.

Here...

- Cute kid.
- Yeah.

She's a kid.

And she met this guy...

Online. This

piece of shit!

The guy was 32 years old.

This son of a bitch
gets her pregnant.

She's 16 years old,
she's my little girl.

So, I go over to
his house, you know?

I was just going to put
the fear of God on him.

And I show up and he's

more than I expected. Okay?

He wouldn't shut up.
Just kept talking,

and talking and talking
about my fucking daughter.

Like, saying shit
about her, like

"she loves it,"
"She wanted more."

Called her "ripe."
Called her ripe, dad!

Fuck! I just lost it.

So I grabbed a
knife and I sho...

I shoved it into his neck.

And I stabbed him.

I just... couldn't stop.

I didn't care.

Because I wasn't even
in the room, I was...

Did you bury this guy?

Did I bury him?

Yeah.

No, why?

Because if you did, I
was going to dig him up

and kill him again.

Oh, my God...

So, why did you come to me?

Are you kidding?

Well, I mean...

You're the only person
I know that can... I...

This isn't my world.

- I don't know how to...
- Get rid of a body.

I never asked you for
anything in my life.

Okay? And I'm here because
I had nowhere else to go.

Now you need me.

Yeah, that's what this
is, I'm desperate.

Okay? I'm so fucking desperate
that I'm here, at your house,

asking you for help.

Now, are you going
to help me or not?

Where's the murder weapon?

Here.

Put your clothes in
that plastic bag,

then take a shower and
scrub down everything.

Underneath the fingernails,
clean everything.

Then, afterwards, I'm
going to wrap and clean

that hand of yours.

- Then what?
- Then?

You go home to your wife

and you never
mention this again.

My whole life, I never
asked you for anything.

Yeah, you said that already.

Here, use that. I'm going
to need those boxers, too.

Hey, where's the body?

Write it down. Write it down.

There you are.

What are you doing?

Nothing.

I talked to her.

What did she say?

She wants you to take her.

What?

Well, I assumed this would be

you know, like, a
mother-daughter thing.

Well, apparently it isn't.

What happened to your hand?

I have to tell you something.

All right, what do we got?

Elian Zubiri, out of Barcelona.

We're waiting for
the Interpol jacket

but safe to say he
wasn't a model citizen.

The woman was local,
Annette Elmora.

Yeah, we're thinking
maybe he picked her up

at a club or something.

You know, wrong place-wrong
time kind of thing.

Victim number three is
where it gets interesting.

Meet Thomas Muncie,

suspected hitter for Jericho.

Conspicuously missing
from the carnage,

this man, John Knox.

Traffic cam shot
this six blocks away

around the time of death.

Facial recognition flagged him.

That could just be
a driver, though.

We're sure this guy's a driver?

What's his jacket say?

Not much. He did a six-year
stretch for tax evasion

and that's only because
someone ratted them out.

Other than that and
his service record,

there's nothing on him.

Which means, whatever this
guy does for a living,

he's pretty good at it.

Smart, too.

According to the
tax auditor's notes,

John Knox holds two PhDs.

One in English Lit
and one in US History.

Even taught in Bucknell
a couple of years.

And we're thinking this guy
kills people for a living?

Why?

Hopefully, we'll get
to ask him ourselves.

What branch of
service was he in?

Army. He was a deep
reconnaissance officer.

Remind me what that is again?

Someone who goes off alone

behind enemy lines
for weeks at a time.

Then, maybe we just bring him in

as a cooperating witness.

Friend-of-the-victim
kind of thing.

He might slip up and
give us something.

Does he seem like someone
who makes mistakes?

Hey, boss, check your texts.

Another body.

And now, we got three
on my board already.

Victim's Aryan Brotherhood.

That's your métier.

Métier? Really?

- John Knox.
- Hey!

- Hi.
- Is he upstairs?

Yeah. I'm supposed to
think he's doing the books.

- What's he really doing?
- Watching TV.

- I married a little boy.
- Yeah.

Well, he married
up, that's for sure.

Xavier! Coming up.

Look at this skinny
son of a bitch.

They rescued him from
a big cat sanctuary.

Locals toss him
stray dogs in a cave

so he can have something to eat.

Kind of reminds me of you.

You know, when I first
found you after your war.

I never ate a dog.

What's this, grocery list?

It's a plan, and I'm
going to need your help.

Just read it.

Hey, Ludmilla looks good.

She still hasn't realized

what a mistake she
made marrying me.

You're learning any Russian?

Just the stuff she
says I need to know.

"Yes, dear." "Please."

All the essentials.

Okay, lay it on me.

Stabbed at least 17 times.

I put time of death between

3:00 and 8:00 p.m.
yesterday afternoon.

I'll get a more
precise time frame

when I get him to the shop.

- All right.
- Yeah.

Thanks, bro.

There's no murder weapon yet,

but there's a knife missing
from that kitchen block.

I mean, it doesn't even look
like anything was stolen.

He's got an expensive
watch on his wrist,

he's got a wallet
full of large bills...

I know this racist
piece of crap.

His name is Andrew Palmer.

He moves cash around

for the Aryan Brotherhood
but... he's a cog.

- Not a shot caller.
- So, he winds up dead.

There's no big mystery there.

But he also did a
stretch a few years back

for kiddie porn.

And this... this doesn't
look like business.

This looks personal.

Detective, gate
guard out front says

he was knocked out last night.

I got this.

Bag the victim's computers,
any flash drives and discs.

- What are we looking for?
- You'll know when you see it.

Oh, and see if you
can find his phone,

he didn't have it on him.

Got it.

So, how long have you known?

Uh... not long.

Doc says this thing
moves pretty fast.

Oh, Jesus, Knox.

I can't think of anything worse.

Except maybe your
pecker stops working.

Actually, I'm looking forward
to forgetting some things.

Muncie... Christ. I
can't imagine what the...

That's like me shooting you.

I don't even remember
doing it. I mean, I know...

I know I did it but I have
no recollection of the event.

Well, count your blessings.

This is a radical plan.

It's the only way
I can figure it.

This kid's DNA is
all over the place.

He actually bled on the guy,

he's got his
fingerprints everywhere.

He might as well just
signed off on the job.

Still, if you don't
pull this off,

you're both fucked. Yeah.

- I'm fucked either way.
- That's true.

That's why I'm asking
you to help me.

Look, just check in with me.

Just check in with me
now and then. You know?

- Make sure I'm on point.
- Yeah, of course, sure.

Just so you don't ever thing
this stupid plan is my idea.

I'm sure you'll remind me.

You want to know
the funny thing?

Let's say I pull this thing off,

I won't even know
if I did it or not.

It's encouraging.

This plan is
precision work, man.

- One hair out of place...
- Oh, I know.

I know.

I know I could pull this off.

The question is, can you?

So, you didn't see his face,
didn't see his height, nothing?

- No.
- Okay.

All right, thank you.

Beautiful day.

Sure.

What did you get?

Don't suppose he
can ID our killer.

No, he was attacked from behind.

He didn't see anything.

Happened a little before
three in the morning.

Doesn't fit the timeline.

M.E. said he was
killed before 8:00 p.m.

So you think the attack
on the guard is unrelated?

It's related, I'm just...
not sure how, yet.

They get anything off
these security cameras?

Well, that part is weird.

They feed into a DVR
in the utility closet.

- There's no hard drive.
- You mean it doesn't work?

No, I mean the tech
couldn't get playback

so we opened up the
DVR and looked inside,

no hard drive.

Found his phone.

Can't open it, though.

It's got one of those facial
recognition locks on it.

- Okay, head back inside.
- Okay.

What am I looking for?

His face. I assume
that's where it is...

Right.

Did you forget I was coming?

Oh... no, no.

How are you?

Good. I'm

kind of knotted up.

That's why I'm here.

I finished the book.

It was... better but I knew he
was going to die in the end.

He kind of had to.

I'll find you another one here.

This is your ex?

Yeah.

- Well, she's gorgeous.
- Yeah.

Hey

put that down...

Why don't I get ready?

Fuck me.

- These paintings are all real?
- Yeah.

- It's safer than cash.
- Are they worth a lot?

- Why do you have them?
- Part of my cashing-out process.

What?

- What do you mean "cashing out"?
- Forget I said it. Forget it.

Did you find me something?

Hello? You picked
me another book?

You want a book?

Knox, are you having
a stroke or something?

- Maybe you should sit down?
- You know what? Maybe...

Maybe it's better
if you just go.

Good idea.

Sorry.

I just got a... Got
a thing I got to do.

- Same time next week?
- Yeah.

Yeah, you bet, next week.

Are you sure you're
going to be okay?

Never better.

Here.

- Hi.
- Hi.

We have an appointment.
Last name's Knox.

Okay. All right, here it is.

You must be Kaylee. And you are?

I'm the father... Her
father, not the...

- I'm her dad.
- Okay, dad.

See, sign here. Initial
here, here and here.

Before we do the procedure,

the law says we have to
ask you a few questions.

Not about the
father of the child

or anything like that,

just to make sure that
you want to be here.

That'd be okay?

I guess so.

Good.

Now it's your turn.

I need a couple of
signatures from you,

starting here on
the consent form.

All right, guys, have a sit.

Thank you.

Are you having

a stroke of something?

Xavier, hey.

I'm calling to make
sure you're on track.

- On track with what?
- Your cockamamie plan is what.

You got your notepad?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm on track,
don't worry about it.

He says "don't worry."

Do me a favor,
unlock your phone.

Permanently, no more passcode.

- Okay?
- Why?

Well, what if you need help and
you can't remember the code.

Right... right, okay.

Yeah, got it.

- You're there?
- Huh? Yeah.

I feel like I'm getting
worse every hour.

I'm running out of time.

So, stop wasting it
talking to me. Okay?

What? I'm in the
middle of dinner.

It's not even 4:30.

Oh, I'm almost 90.

Dinner time is very
important to me.

What's up?

Yeah, I'm looking at
some kind of locker key.

Do you know where that's from?

You never confided

in me where you
keep all your money.

I'm a crook, you know?

All right. Great, thanks,
I'll figure it out.

Hey, wait a minute.

Did you take the
passcode off your phone?

Ehm... yeah, I'm
going to do that now.

I'll do it right now. Okay?

Thanks. Say hi to Becky from me.

- Wait, who?
- Becky.

Ehm... okay.

- All right.
- How's he doing?

- He just called you Becky.
- Who's this Becky?

She was one of my wives.

I divorced her before
you were born, baby.

This business with
Knox... It's not good.

No.

It's not.

Shit.

I ordered some food, this
place has great ribs.

I'm a vegan. Should we...?

Should we be meeting
in public like this?

No one knows us here.

- How's the hand?
- Well, it

- hurts.
- If anyone asks you about it,

you cut on broken glass.

You were at my house,
we were having a drink.

What? Why would I
be at your place?

You were looking for
your old Hot Wheels,

make something up.

- How are you doing?
- How am I doing?

Yeah, uhm...

Spent the day at the
abortion clinic with

my 16-year-old daughter
so, bad, I guess.

Pretty bad.

Not sleeping, not eating. I
haven't eaten since yesterday.

Uhm...

My hair is falling out.

So, I'm about to
lose my goddamn mind.

Okay, okay. You
need to get a grip.

I don't know how to
do this, I'm not...

I'm not like you, you know?

I'm not a killer.

You are, though.

What?

A killer.

Damn good one, too.
Not half-assed.

I was out at the scene. Let
me put it to you this way:

That wasn't what you call
a proportional response.

- I lost it.
- Understandable.

But now I need you to pull
it all together, okay?

You're like a
walking confession.

I'll try harder.

No, do the opposite. Relax.

Okay.

Is she your only kid?

We... we lost one early
on, a miscarriage.

- Sorry, it's tough.
- Yeah.

More on Cheryl, actually.

What does she do, Cheryl?

Teaches fourth grade,

public school.

Yeah and... kids love her.

All right. Boy,
you guys are busy.

Working parents, on
the go all the time.

What's the typical day?

Tomorrow for instance,
what would you do tomorrow?

Go get breakfast somewhere

and walk around
Largemouth Village

and then Kaylee
has soccer and...

- You now.
- Do that. Do that.

- Just do that.
- Do that?

Yeah.
- We can't, she's laid up in bed.

Don't vary your routine, do
what you would normally do.

What happened to vegan?

Fuck it, I'm starving.

I've been starving
for six years.

You ever take the
family up to the cabin?

- The hunting cabin?
- Yeah.

I sold it, remember?

You signed the
papers two years ago.

These are so fucking good.

Yeah.

I remember that. You
know anything about the

about if the owners...
I mean, if they use it

full time or

part time?

- The buyers?
- Yeah.

Well, I'm not renting
it to them. They...

I sold it to them.

They bought it, they
own it. I have no...

- Right.
- Why would I know what they do?

Okay, listen to me.

You just need to

hold it together, okay?

We're almost there,
couple of days.

Okay.

Look at me.

I need you to use my balls.

What?

They're gonna connect
Kaylee to the dead guy.

Then they're gonna question you.

If you don't think you have
the balls for it, use mine.

Do whatever you think I would
do if I was on that chair.

All right?

What?

I never hated you, you know?

Well...

Be understandable if you did.

You were a good dad in your way.

I remember a lot of good.

I remember ball games. I
remember you teaching me

how to hunt.

I remember you letting me
eat pancakes in the pool.

I worshiped you.

I wanted to be just like you.

Then, you know, I found out.

And I thought...

What if I did?

Did what?

What if I wound
up just like you?

And here we are.

Yeah, here we are.

All right... Gelfuso, you're up.

Okay. Scene was
definitely staged.

Ballistics says
all three victims

killed with the same gun.

Uh, didn't see that
coming. That's a fun one.

They find the gun? Yeah.

It was the one in
shower guy's hand.

Five shots total.

Only prints on the gun
belong to the dead Spaniard.

Anybody holding out for
a triple murder-suicide?

That would be a neat trick.

Specially the part
where he reaches out

and turns off the shower
after he's already dead.

Nice catch. Thank you.

What else?

I scoured every
surveillance camera

in the area.

I can't put anyone in
the house with Muncie.

Least of all is John
Knox's character.

We know Knox's movements?

He hasn't used

his credit card
since the murder.

Two days before them,

he flies from Burbank to
San Francisco for 22 hours.

Why?

That part, I haven't
figured out yet.

But I got him on the return
flight then he goes dark.

I think it's time we had
a chat with John Knox.

Go pick him up, but
bring him in voluntarily.

We got nothing to
hold him as a suspect.

All right.

Do you know what electives
you're gonna take this year?

Did you get your syllabus?

Yeah, I actually ended up
getting a class with Michelles.

Mhm!

I got a pick-up
order for Anthony.

I-I just think that it
might be too much this year.

Thanks.
- Very good.

I'm still gonna do
soccer. I think...

Hey, excuse me. Yeah.

I saw you looking
at my daughter.

Do I know you?

No. Hey! Oh, my God!

Fuck you!

John Knox?

Johnny Law.

We got something going on we'd
like to get your help with.

If you could come
with us. Voluntarily.

Sure.

Why not? It's my day off.

I'll grab a jacket and
I'll follow you down.

Or we could follow you down.

Better.

She's on my policy. I told you,
and I told the last person.

It was pre-approved.

Her doctor faxed it in.

You know, we go
through the same fuck

damn thing every month.

D-don't put me on hold.

We got Knox set up
in Interview Two.

Anything on the
other case? Homer?

The prints we found don't
match anything on the system.

The ME confirmed that there were

two blood types on the scene,

but hadn't had time to
run DNA sequencing to look

for a match on the second guy.

It's always "guys" with you.

- Eh?
- You said "the second guy."

You also said the gate card

was grabbed from
behind by "the guy,"

even though he never
saw his attacker.

It's always "guys" with you.

Fine. The ME has not had
time to run DNA sequencing

to look for a match on the
second them, they or their.

- Is that better?
- Welcome to the 21st century.

Oh, my God.

Detective. How can I help you?

Save it for the tape.

Detective Emily Ikari,

interviewing potential
material witness, John Knox.

Case number 52698.

Interview is voluntary.
Commencing at 10:46 a.m.

Ah... please state your
name for the record.

John Knox.

Ah, full legal. Need
the middle name.

It's not a trick question.

Those come later.

John Henry Knox.

Okay. I don't know
what game this is,

but let's move on.

You said something about

me being a witness?

I hope so. I'm working on
the death of your partner.

- I don't have a partner.
- Not anymore.

If you're referring
to Thomas Muncie,

he was an acquaintance.

We never did any work together.

I've been over the crime
scene a dozen times. Ah

let me tell you what
I think happened.

Sure.

There were three dead
bodies in that room,

all shot with the same gun,

and staged to look like
they killed each other.

But... it was clumsy.

Spontaneous. It wasn't planned.

I think someone killed
Muncie by mistake

and tried to stage
it to cover it up.

Did you say Ikari?

Are you related to Peter Ikari?

That's my father. Oh, hell.

I know Pete.

Get him in here.
I'll talk to him.

You know my father?

I just talked to
him... couple days ago.

He used to patrol
my neighborhood.

Mr. Knox, my father is dead.

What?

What happened?

He was shot in the line of duty.

Twelve years ago.

Where are you going
with all this?

Look.

As far as the
Muncie murder goes,

I wasn't there.

And if you had anything
to suggest that I was,

I'd be doing this interview
in a jumpsuit right now.

So, as far as you're concerned,

I'm Schrodinger's murderer.

Schro-what now?

At this moment...

I both did and did
not kill Muncie.

And with that, I'm
gonna get going.

What's your hurry?

I'm gonna be going away soon.

And before I do, there
are some things...

I better put right.

Interview suspended 10:52 a.m.

What in the fuck was that?

I don't know.

Strange fucking tactics.

So what's our next move?

Not sure.

How about we catch
our other killer

while I mull it over?

"Walker."

Walker. John Walker.

Damnit.

Miles?

John?

What's with the chrome?

What? Are you gonna shoot me?

The hell are you
doing in my kitchen?

Can't believe the key
is in the same spot.

- Let me get those groceries.
- No, no, no, no, no. No.

Don't touch the groceries.

What are you doing here?

I'm here.

Hey, I'm

cashing out.

So there's gonna be

gonna be some money
coming your way.

I don't want your money.

Let's... let's skip the part

where you pretend
you don't and...

I pretend to talk you into it.

Why are you cashing out?

Going away.

Of course you are.

I meant what I said
about the money.

I never wanted anything from you

except for you.

But I guess we both knew
that was too much to ask.

Yeah.

So, anyway. Uhm...

I need you to make sure
Miles takes his share.

That's...

That's harder.

Miles is harder.

Yeah. And have him...

So he can put

ah... the girl...

She can go...

Go to the, uh...

You know.

Goddammit.

The big school.

College. Yeah.

Yeah, uh...

Yeah.

I mean, you know,

something good has to
come out of all this.

How long you going away for?

There's no coming
back from this one.

They finally caught
up to you, uh?

You must be slipping.

Yeah.

Yeah, you could say that.

So, anyway

yeah.

Okay.

All right.

Knox...

I still love you. Just a little.

As much as I hate you,

I wouldn't want to shoot you, so

call ahead next time.

Yeah.

There isn't gonna
be a next time.

You must be slipping.

But I guess we both know

that was too much to ask.

Knox.

Fucking...

John?

Sorry. Am I early?

No, uh...

I was just gonna... why
don't I jump in the shower?

Let's have a drink first.
I'll make you one for once.

I wasn't sure you'd want
me here after last time.

Why? What happened last time?

You got me worried, Knox.

Jesus, Ruby!

Don't worry about it.

I just gotta get a handle on
this last part of this thing.

How is the cash out coming?

I got the paintings
and I got the cash,

I just have to get the
stones here tonight.

The stones?

Yeah, the stones.

And then I gotta
take them to my guy.

He turns everything
into clean cash.

Then I just have to

cut it into thirds.

Why thirds?

Only got three people on the
list. You're on the list.

I don't even look
like her, Knox.

Here's to every
Thursday afternoon.

You just get a hand job?

Better.

You're not gonna believe
what Tech just found.

- So tell me.
- No!

No. You gotta hear this
for yourself. Come on!

Okay,

everything we thought we'd find

based on his previous
arrest record.

Oh, God.

But where

it gets interesting
is in his live chats.

He was communicating

with half a dozen
young teen girls.

Convincing them to send nudes.

When we get the guy who
killed this asshole,

- we should give him a medal.
- First we let him loose

on a few other guys
I can think of.

It's always guys with you.

There's one girl

he talked to for over a year,

but then they actually
started to meet up IRL.

IRL?

In real life.

So say that.

They definitely had sex.

A lot of sex. They
talked about it.

Extensively.

Anybody got a Tums?

Anyway, I was able to
trace her IP address.

She's a 16-year-old girl

in Silver Lake by the
name of Kaylee Iris Knox.

Okay.

Let's talk to her
and her parents.

Wait.

You said "Knox"?

I ran the family.

It's John Knox's granddaughter.

I'm sorry. Why do you want
to talk to our daughter?

Ah... we just have a few
questions for Kaylee.

And for your husband.

You guys are gonna
be right in here.

Oh, Mr. Knox.

Actually, we're gonna put you
in this room right over here.

Hang on a second.

Just be honest,
okay? Tell the truth.

Detective Ikari is
gonna be right with you.

Like, what if I did?

Detective Emily Ikari,

interviewing Miles Knox. It is

4:37 p.m.

Andrew Palmer.

What?

Pretty sure you know who he is.

I thought this was about
the fight at the café.

What fight at what café?

Okay...

What about that prick?

We know what
happened between you.

You called them?

You said you wouldn't call them.

- No, we didn't.
- No. You promised

if I went to the clinic,
you wouldn't tell on him.

Honey...

Kaylee, Kaylee.

Your parents didn't call us.

Neither your mom or your dad.

What's this about, then?
What do you want to know?

We found chats on his computer
between him and your daughter.

We're pretty sure you
know what's going on.

We know that he raped you.

H-he... he didn't rape me.

Did you arrest him?

No. He... he's not in
any trouble with the law.

Well, if you're asking me

if I want to press
charges, I don't wanna...

It's too late for that.

He's dead.

Good.

Was it an accident?
'Cause I hope he suffered.

I wanna show you something.

See that there?

That's your car.

Driving into the gated
neighborhood where Palmer lives.

This is about 20 minutes later.

See by the time stamp. See?

That's you, no doubt.

Yeah, that's me.

Yeah, I went to
see him. So what?

So, somewhere in
this time frame,

Palmer was stabbed to
death in his kitchen.

Wow. You can narrow
the time of death

to 20 minutes?

Modern science.

This is the part
where you tell me

you just went to warn him

to stay away from your daughter?

Yeah, it's exactly right.

And I might have punched him.

Mhm...

How did you cut your hand there?

On a glass.

We're gonna find that
glass in your house?

No, I was at...

What do you mean at my house?

Based on this video,

we obtained a warrant for
your house and your car.

They're being searched now.

I'm not gonna say another word
until my attorney gets here.

And that goes for my
underaged daughter.

Stop talking to her. Right now.

You all right?

Hey, man. Are you okay?

Yeah.

We got you.

Do you, now?

Don't say anything.

Sure.

I'll do the talking.

Show you what we found?

Your bloody clothes found

in a dumpster behind
your apartment.

What? Bullshit.

The murder weapon

hidden in a heating
vent in your apartment.

No, no. Wait a
minute, wait a minute.

- That's not right.
- Miles, stop talking.

The knife has
prints all over it.

We'll be pulling
yours for comparison

in about five minutes.

Me? I'm confident.

Long, blonde hair recovered
from the lapel of your coat.

Would you wanna bet
it matches the victim?

Don't speak.

Miles Knox, I'm arresting you
for the murder of Andrew Palmer.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say can
be held against you

in a court of law.

Here, a little coin
for your trouble.

I'm good. I'm glad
you guys showed up.

Take care of him.

Thank you.

All kinds of people make
this world, don't they?

Okay, pal.

How are you even here?

I'm the last person
you called, see?

Give Ludmilla your keys.
She'll drive your Caddy back.

I can drive my own car.

It's right around the corner.

50 meters away. Come.

Hey, congrats on the arrest.

Thanks.

I found out why Knox
went to San Francisco.

He was there to see a doctor.

!Ah... Doctor...

Frederick Burns.

The neurologist?

How do you know that?

Obviously,

I couldn't get any
medical records,

but the guy specializes
in treating dementia.

Okay. Good work.

Thank you.

Did you at least get
what you came for?

Yeah... yeah.

Xavier...

I can only remember about...

Three hours of today.

It's like a curtain coming down.

That's rough.

Why me?

I mean, you know.

Trained killer, Army, and
all that, I know, but...

Why'd you pull me in?

That brain of yours.

I knew you'd understand

the training I was
putting you through.

You know, in all this time...

Mhm?

Never left a print
behind, no DNA, nothing.

Mmm...

I learned from the master.

What's your count, anyway?

Two.

Two?

Come on.

The cabbie in Chicago and

a woman in the shower.

Two civilians. Fuck.

You know...

Muncie

he liked to talk about
the targets, you know.

Pimps, drug dealers,
traffickers.

Yeah.

I think it made him feel better.

He never got what it was

really all about.

Which was?

Guys caught behind enemy lines.

That's all.

So...

We only have two steps left.

Your visit and my call.

Visit and a call.

Visit and the call,
visit and the call.

I can do that.

Keep the notes in your pocket.

I'll remind you when to go.

You'll be done

tomorrow.

I'm scared.

Yeah

I figured.

Hey...

I need you to do one
more thing for me.

Finish my cash out.

Take my stuff to Philo.

You wanna put me in
charge of your money?

You know I'm a thief.

You're not gonna steal from me.

No...

Probably not.

Wait here. I'll bring it out.

Okay, yeah.

I'm sorry, Knox.

It's a lot of money.

Can't argue with that.

- Now what?
- Get the stones.

Ah...

Easy, easy, easy.

Where you going, huh?

Eh?

Knox...

How were you gonna
split the take?

Four equal shares.

That's funny?

Yeah, it is.

You were gonna get a third.

What?

You were one of the three.

You're thinking of your ex-wife.

No, Annie.

It was you.

My Thursday afternoon date
for the last four years.

My ex-wife, my son,

and you.

All you had to do

was nothing.

He wants to make a
change to the list.

Take off the last
name, the hooker.

No problemo.

You split it even, fifty-fifty,
between the wife and the son.

Carve out something for you?

No, I'm good.

What the hell, Dad?

I don't understand why you'd...

Wait, wait, wait. Stop.
I don't understand...

Stop. Just listen to me.

I'm so confused.

I went to you for help.

Why? Why would
you do this to me?

You're the reason
I went to prison.

I'm what?

The tax evasion thing.

You're the one
who ratted me out.

What the hell? I didn't know
anything about you back then.

I did six years because of you.

No, no. That's not true.

That's not true, Dad.

Listen to me. I think
you're losing it.

Something's wrong
with you. Why would...

Why would you think
I would do that?

Look at me.

It was you.

You turned me in.

I did not! I didn't do it, Dad!

That's not true! Dad,
listen to me! Listen to me!

Dad! Goddammit!

Listen to me!

Why would I do that
even if I knew!

You're wrong!

- Hey, Ikari.
- What?

There's a problem with
the Palmer evidence.

- Which evidence?
- All of it.

It's a first. There is a problem
with the blood on the clothes.

Evidence of Erythromycin.

That's a molecular breakdown
consistent with freezing.

The blood on the clothes was
frozen for at least 12 hours

before it was thawed
and put on the fabric.

Put?

Yeah. Same with the knife.

Wait... that's not
the murder weapon?

No, it definitely is, and
the blood is the victim's.

The issue is with
the fingerprints.

No. I saw the comparison.

They matched Miles
Knox's prints,

no question.

Yes, but they contained
traces of monomers.

Butyl a cry late and
methyl met ha cry late.

Packing tape.

Also, some sort of
household spice.

I'm sorry, detective.

The prints on the
knife were planted.

Planted?

Christ...

And then, there's the
hair from the coat.

It's really impossible

that this was the
only thing we found.

I've been over this three times.

In my opinion, this
jacket was never anywhere

near the crime scene.

But we have the video.

Yeah... about that...

Fuck me!

Hey.

You're almost home.

One more step.

Okay.

I'm gonna make the call.

You just sit tight.

Oh, did you get rid
of the notebook?

Yeah, I did.

Because this all goes to hell

if they find the notebook.

You understand?

It's gone.

What did you do with it?

I burned it.

Okay.

I'll make the call
and it's over.

Yeah, good.

Hey, eh... X.

You should

probably tell her I got
three dead bodies over here.

Do you have... three
dead bodies in there?

I do.

- Three?
- [Knox] Three.

Oh, John.

Yeah.

Listen...

Good luck.

It's almost imperceptible

to the naked eye,

but there's a jump there.

And if you go into
the root file,

someone clearly deleted

the original time stamp
and wrote over it.

Hard to spot, but it's there.

Meaning what?

He could have driven

in-and-out of the gate
on any day, at any time.

The footage was
simply spliced in.

Miles Knox was framed?

It's what it looks like.

It doesn't add up.
Nothing makes sense.

Detective Ikari.

- Not now.
- There's a phone call for you.

I said not now! Okay, but...

This guy says it
has something to do

with John Knox.

This is detective Ikari.

You know Aristotle Knox?

You should get up
to his bungalow.

Why the hell would I do that?

He's got three dead
bodies in there.

Who is this?

An anonymous, concerned citizen.

Don't move! Do not move!

God bodies.

What happened?

Jesus, Knox.

Put your hands behind your back.

All right.

Let's go.

Hey, hey! Ikari!

You're gonna want
to check this out.

Why would he...?

What the hell is this?

What?

Jesus Christ.

It was him.

My client won't be
making any statements.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'll
do the talking again.

You can wait outside.

So, Miles.

We know you didn't
kill Andrew Palmer.

What? You're in the clear.

We're dropping all the charges.

You'll walk out of here in
half an hour a free man.

But first, tell me again
how you cut your hand.

On a broken glass.

Where?

At my father's house.

Why were you there?

Don't say anything.

At least... tell
me about your dad.

In general terms.

Don't.
- Wait.

In general terms?

A lousy jerk.

And a hothead?

Yeah, that's right.
He's abusive.

He's a despicable human being.

See, I get that.

But how big a prick
do you need to be

to frame your own
son for murder?

I don't follow.

I got all the evidence.

Everything he used to
frame you was in his house.

He planted your prints
on the murder weapon,

hid it in your wall,

put the victim's
blood on your clothes,

his hair on your clothes.

Put your blood

from that broken glass
at the murder scene.

Why would he do that?

Why does he hate you so much?

'Cause I turned him in.

What do you mean?

The tax case he
went to prison for.

I was the one who
called the IRS.

Mhm... no.

The file says that
was someone named...

File's wrong.

It was me.

We never could tie
that gun to you.

Looks like you got
away with that one.

But just between us

tell me.

It was you who shot
Muncie, wasn't it?

Muncie coming?

Muncie is dead.

You killed him.

They have newspapers here.

Muncie likes to
read the newspaper.

0-5-2-3!

Sorry.

He's not doing well.

Why do you wanna see him?

He tried to frame you.

Yeah, I mean...

He still killed the man
who raped my daughter.

And that's okay
with you? Murder?

If I could, I'd dig Palmer
up and I'd kill him again.

By the way, they're moving him
to a medical facility tomorrow.

I tried to get a
move sooner, but

bureaucracy.

He went so fast, didn't he?

Fortunately for you.

How do you mean?

If he hadn't been
losing his mind,

he might have gotten
away with framing you.

Lucky for me, then.

Yeah.

Hey, Dad.

Is it Sunday?

No, no. It's not.

It's Wednesday, Dad.

- Why?
- Well...

My son likes football.

Is that so?

Yeah.

Sometimes we go
to the Rose Bowl.

I bet he loves that.

Yeah?
- Yeah.

But...

Sunday...

I love you, Dad.

Yeah.

Who wants to get beat?
- I don't know it.