All language subtitles for Major.Crimes.S04E02.Sorry.I.Missed.You

Cross traffic coming up.
It's very close.

It's losing control here.
It's going the wrong side.

Here comes a school bus.

The school bus saw him coming, it stopped.

We got cars turning left
here in front of him.

Oh, no, no, no, no! Oh, god.

Oh, geez. Who is this guy?

According to CHP, license plate comes back

to a Dr. Justin Henson.

Get this... He's a psychiatrist.

Whoa, doc. Better take some Xanax.

10:00 A.M., and he's already
running from the law.

Maybe he's a morning person.

Well, since he's in Long
Beach, he's their problem.

Wrong way, and he's working his way through.

CHP still right on him. And this is...

This is all our Alice stuff.

Jane Doe number 38.

Is that how she's supposed to be remembered?

Yeah. Makes me mad.

Not mad enough to hit anyone, but... mad.

Oh, no, no, no, no! That was close.

Hey, Julio, did you make
sure there's nothing in there

directly related to, uh, Slider's trial?

No, sir. I'm a complete idiot.

Look, I'm just trying to make sure

you don't get in trouble
helping the kid out.

That's all.

Thank you for your concern, sir.

Oh, god.

Lieutenant, he's getting on the highway.

Hey, Mike. Want to turn on the rover?

Be advised...

So, what, uh... what's
gonna happen to Alice's body

if I can't find out who she was?

Once a year, they take
all the John and Jane Does

from the morgue, and they have a funeral.

Bury her, without even knowing her name?

Not buried. Cremated.

Requesting additional units...

Maybe you'll figure out who she was first.

Air to all the southeast units,
suspect is exiting the 110.

Uh-oh. He's taken
the exit off the 110.

What?

What?! Towards L.A.?!

Okay. All right, Dr.
Dumbass, stay out of my town.

He's going way too fast. Cross traffic.

We have a couple cars blocking his way.

What are they talking about?
There's no one blocking his way.

- Whoa! He's lost control.
- The picture's tape-delayed.

- Wait for it.
- He's fishtailing.

Whoa. Be advised, he's T.C.'d
at the bottom of the ramp.

- He's T.C.'d into a construction site.
- 10... 9... 8...

7...6...

5... 4... 3... 2... 1.

Requesting a paramedic.

Actually, make that two paramedics.

What fell out of the trunk?

- Is that...
- Oh, god, no.

Air 12 to command post,

you're gonna have to
pull some detectives out.

Use caution, guys.

Well, I can see why our
psychiatrist was running away.

Well, actually, it turns out

the guy who popped out of
the trunk is our shrink.

Dr. Justin Henson...
Shot three times in the back,

probably with this revolver,
which popped out with him.

Wait, wait, wait.

So, if this is the psychiatrist
and he was carjacked,

who is the genius behind
the wheel over here?

No I.D. on him.

I've run his prints, but
he's not in the database.

Paramedics checked him.
Couldn't revive him, but...

with so little of his face left...

Head through the window. Ugly.

He wasn't wearing his seat belt.

Well, another senseless tragedy.

His gun's not registered either.

Dr. Henson was shot

while he was sitting behind the wheel.

These holes match the same pattern of wounds

we found on the doctor's back,

so the shooter was definitely here,

firing through the car seat.

Emptied the revolver.

Well, that's pretty weird, isn't it,

I mean, for a carjacker to shoot
up the car that he's jacking?

And kind of a lousy shot, too.

Only three of the six
bullets hit our dead doctor,

even at such close range.

Okay, how did this pursuit get started?

With me, lieutenant...

Sergeant Shane Mills, Long Beach P.D.

Followed him all the way
from 7th and Pacific.

Once the pursuit concluded,

my guys immediately
locked down the perimeter.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
But what started said pursuit?

Driver was talking on his cellphone.

I signaled for a stop. He did not comply.

The cellphone that you said
you saw this guy talking on...

Did you find it anywhere?

No, but it was real. I saw it.

Also, as the tech pointed out,

the suspect wasn't wearing his seat belt.

Lieutenant, I've asked patrol
to search for the phone.

He might have tossed it during the chase.

Helicopter footage might help.

Okay. I'll
get in touch with S.O.B.

Buzz, go make nice with the press.

I think my guys have it from here, sergeant.

And next time, kick the killer
to the curb in your own city.

Okay, so, we have no phone, no I.D.,

face mangled beyond recognition.

Do we have anything that will
help us identify the shooter?

I found a bag of
men's clothes back here.

I don't know if they belong to
our shooter or our dead doctor,

but there seems to be a note here.

Looks like a to-do list.

"Check Monday's schedule. Pack clothes.

Farmers' market.
Doctor's office. Make calls.

- Farmers' market."
- Farmers' market?

That's what it says.

Farmers' market twice. That's odd.

Are there any farmers' markets

close to where this chase began?

Uh, yes, ma'am.

In Long Beach, down by the Queen Mary.

Waist is 36 ", inseam 34".

Well, based on those
measurements, these clothes

belong to the shooter, not the doctor.

Maybe our killer was planning
on getting rid of the body

and then changing his clothes.

Okay, so, what if the
shooter attacked Dr. Henson

at his office here in L.A.

And then drove the body to Long Beach

to get rid of it, ma'am?

In between visits to the farmers' market?

The guy was a psychiatrist.

You know, maybe some of his
patients had a screw loose.

Therapy doesn't fix everything.

Lucky me. My patients
don't expect to improve.

Julio, let's get a warrant

for Dr. Henson's finances and phone records.

Is there anything else that could
help us identify our murderer?

Both guys had wedding rings,

but the killer's is inscribed with a name.

"Janice."

And there's this wadded-up note

I pulled from his stomach.

Uh... paper displays no signs of digestion,

so he probably swallowed it

right before he went through the window.

Would you like to take the paper with you,

or would you prefer me to photocopy it?

Okay, here's what we have.

Dr. Justin Henson, 5614 Chester Town Road.

That's his office address.

Our search there turned
up nothing out of the way.

And "6PCIO93"... That's
Henson's license plate.

Well, if the killer had to write down

the doctor's office address,

then he probably wasn't a patient.

Plus, according to the doctor's website,

Henson only worked with
adolescents 12 to 18.

- Hang on!
- Oh, boy.

Uh, I assumed our to-do list
was written by the killer,

but the undigested note
we found in his stomach

was written by somebody else.

- Handwriting doesn't match?
- At all.

Okay, so we think this was
a hit on the shrink, really?

I mean, what kind of hit man

writes a to-do list to himself?

Or misses three out of six shots

when the target's right in front of him.

Or makes phone calls while
driving with a body in the trunk.

Maybe it was his first job.

Or maybe it was more personal.

We know the first name of
the killer's wife is Janice.

The doctor had a wedding ring, as well.

Currently married to Courtney Henson.

His second wife, and she's 20 years younger.

Aha! Well, there you are!

It's always the second wife.

- Ha!
- She's having an affair.

Her new love helps kill off the older one.

And that explains the inexperience.

Buzz, any luck finding
the killer's cellphone

in the news-helicopter footage?

Still hunting,
one frame at a time.

Julio, what about Dr. Henson's phone, then?

And how are we coming on the warrant

for his financial records?

Well, the judge was worried
that financial records

might give us access to
patient information now.

Well, call that judge back, Julio,

and tell him that the patients are 12 to 18.

And it's highly unlikely that any of them

have been paying for their own therapy.

Or we could notify the shrink's wife

that her husband is dead,
and maybe she would sign

the consent form for the searches.

No. Mrs. Henson's a person of interest.

Let's hold off on the notification,

and let's see how she behaves

when her husband doesn't come home tonight.

Major Crimes - 04x02 - Sorry I Missed You

Oh, my.

How did you begin sorting through all this?

I-I called the lady who hired
Alice to clean her house,

and she did... she did
not want to get involved.

She acted like I was some kind of criminal.

I know. I-I remember her kind heart.

Did you call the shelter in Vegas?

We know that Alice left there

because a guy came looking for her.

Yeah, but obviously not someone
who wanted to call Missing Persons.

So, what does your own
experience suggest about him,

given how Alice was living?

He was... Family gone bad?

That's how nearly everyone else I knew

ended up on the streets, so...

Family is a really good place to start,

but don't give up on your other options yet.

What do you know about Alice so far?

Well, she was smart...
Smarter than I was, anyway.

I mean, Alice found a job.

She had a plan. She was saving money.

Yet I'm the one who got out, and she died.

You do not give yourself enough credit.

Yeah, but o-one wrong
turn, one wrong car ride

with the wrong guy,
Sharon, I wouldn't be here.

It seems... It just seems so random.

It's like... like you drop a couple of eggs,

one cracks, the other one doesn't.

I-is that really all there is to it?

Luck plays a really important
part in everyone's life,

and there is simply no way around that.

Are you still coming in to look at the tapes

of the interviews with Alice's murderer?

Yeah, thank you for that suggestion.

And, uh, thank you... for
making me luckier than Alice.

It's... it's good to know
that there's someone who

would call Missing Persons
if I ever disappeared.

Yes, I would call Missing Persons.

In fact, I think I will call
Missing Persons right now.

Detective Robby Oderno, please.

Robby, yes.

Listen, I thought of one
more thing you can do for me.

Justin worked with troubled teens,

and if he couldn't fix them,

the parents would take it out on him.

It's ridiculous. He was a
therapist, not a magician.

Mrs. Henson, could a parent of
one of your husband's patients

be upset enough to kill him?

How am I supposed to know that?

Look, I'm sorry. I'm just having trouble

coming to terms with all of this.

You're asking me if Justin has enemies,

and it sounds almost medieval.

She laughs.
That's a strange reaction.

Her husband was murdered, and she laughs.

So, in addition to asking
you a lot of standard questions,

we would like you to fill out this form,

which will let us search
your financial records

- and your house.
- Our house?

What happened to Justin happened in his car.

Why would you have to search our house?

At this time, we can't say.

You can't say why my husband was murdered,

or you don't know?

Well, if you don't want to
fill out the form and sign,

- we can call a judge and get a search warrant.
- It's fine.

Buzz, how are
you doing with the search

for the killer's cellphone?

Sorry, I've had to blow
up 8 miles of pursuit

from five different news stations

at two frames a second to
look for a 4-inch object.

Please. She didn't ask
you to do a math problem.

Feel free to help me, lieutenant,

since you're just standing there.

And if you could print

the name of your security company

and any access codes, please.

If it isn't prying,

could you tell us how
you and Dr. Henson met?

20 years ago, he was my doctor.

You were a psychiatric patient.

When I was 12.

Of course, we didn't start
dating until much, much later.

- Well, that's a relief.
- Uh-huh.

And how long have you been married?

- Not even close.
- Eight years.

- And his first wife?
- No match.

Evelyn lives in Milan. They're not in touch.

Can you tell me how any of this
relates to my husband's death?

Do you recognize this man?

No, I've never seen him before.

But this is our license plate.
Why is this man driving our car?

Well, that
man shot your husband.

As soon as we figure out
why, we'll get back to you.

But who is he?

As you anticipated, captain,

Dr. Henson's wife didn't
report him missing last night.

But after you called me this morning,

I checked missing-persons reports

for the past 24 hours, and
there are two black males

who match the age and physical
description of your killer...

One, reported by a woman
around the victim's age,

Janice Ward.

That's it? Janice is the name
on our killer's wedding ring.

There you go.

Then your shooter is
probably Randall Ward, 39.

And his car was ticketed for
overnight parking in Long Beach

- near the Queen Mary.
- And their farmers' market.

- Now, Ward's wife, Janice,
- Thank you.

called around 9:00 last night.

An officer went by and took the report,

but Randall had no history of violence,

no disabilities, no depression.

He owns a restaurant called,
uh, Cason's Brasserie.

And his wife is some kind of superstar chef,

so we were slow-walking it.

- Thank you, Robby.
- I'm happy to help.

Let me know if you need anything else.

E-excuse me.

Superstar chef... That might explain

their double farmers' market entry

on the killer's to-do list, ma'am.

And Cason's Brasserie...
Chuck and I have been there.

Oh, what's it like? Maybe
I should take Patrice.

It's $35 entrées, lieutenant.

What for? Are the waitresses naked?

I doubt it. I just got a
credit report for Randall Ward.

376.

Several business-loan attempts denied.

His restaurant isn't
gonna be open much longer.

I think I found the killer's phone.

It's fuzzy, but you can see the suspect

roll down the window,

and then there's the
cellphone being thrown out

while he took a right
off Pacific onto Willow.

Okay, let's get patrol to
hunt all over this area.

Julio, if you could go with them.

Uh, captain...

And, Andy, if you could go with him?

- It might be better...
- Mike, Amy, and lieutenant,

if you would serve a search warrant

to Randall Ward's home.

Captain, um, Taylor said
to keep Julio here, uh,

at least until next week.

No. He said he would prefer it.

And I would prefer to get Julio moving

and to have Andy move with him.

Well, fine.

Fine. I-I'll get the warrant on the way.

Buzz.

Buzz!

If you don't mind closing that damn laptop

and grabbing a camera.

Let me... let me open it.

Zack, Gabe, do not open the door without me.

We talked about this. Go
play in your room, okay?

Are you police? Have you found my husband?

Is he okay?

I-I'm afraid we have no news. I'm sorry.

I'm Lieutenant Provenza, L.A.P.D.

This is Detective Sykes, Lieutenant Tao.

Oh, and, uh, Buzz.

Uh, do you have a minute, Mrs. Ward?

Oh, this is our lawyer, Owen Holland.

Owen, these are the L.A.P.D. Officers

searching for Randall.

She has a lawyer already?

Nice to meet you all. Are
we interrupting something?

No, no. Uh, Owen and Randall
had an appointment this morning,

and I didn't think to
call about rescheduling.

I represent their business.

Randall asked me to drop by this morning

and discuss some financial matters.

What sort of financial matters?

Well, he left me a message,
a voicemail yesterday morning,

saying that he had found an investor.

An investor for Cason's?

No, we're opening another location downtown.

We were looking for the last of the money.

We didn't want to dip into our savings.

You said Randall left a
voicemail. Can we hear it?

Well, I played it for the
officer last night, but... here.

Hey, sweetie, it's me.

I just wanted to call and say
I met with a big-money guy.

It went really well.

Get ready, downtown L.A., 'cause, uh, um...

I got to go, honey. Love you.

The number was blocked, which was weird,

so I didn't answer it, and
I couldn't call him back

after I got the message,
so I tried his cell,

and it started ringing here in the house.

He... he must have forgotten it.

Do you know whose phone he
could have been using, Janice?

No, I... please. Do you know anything?

Was your husband depressed or under stress?

I answered these questions yesterday.

We're sorry to go through this again.

We know it's upsetting
for you and your kids.

If they don't already have
a therapist, we can...

They don't need a therapist!
They need their father!

Look, my husband is missing.

Why are you here and not out
looking for him somewhere?!

Mrs. Ward, odd as it sounds,

we need to start our search
for Randall in your house.

Well, that makes me very uncomfortable.

Well, maybe this search
warrant will help with that.

Janice, just let them.
I-it'll be fine. Don't worry.

Mrs. Ward, is this your husband's car?

No, it's... it's mine.

Ah. Any reason why you'd keep
all this cash inside your car?

Wait, I have never seen that
money before in my life.

Then I think you need to come with us.

Lieutenant, what about the kids?

Well, patrol will stay here,

and we'll get the lawyer to call somebody.

Damn Long Beach.

Hey, Julio, did you find the...

So, um, how did it go?

Well, he found the killer's phone,

but he still won't talk
to me like I'm human.

And I've done everything I know
how to do except apologize.

Yeah, would you please explain to me

why the captain is sending
you out with Julio?

Okay, I asked her what she needed me to do.

She said, at work, she would
like me to encourage the guy.

But it's hard to do that
when he actively ignores me.

- Well, maybe if you just...
- Don't tell me to kiss his ass.

I don't want to talk about this.

Now, did the financial report come back

on Mr. and Mrs. Psychiatrist?

Do I look like your secretary?

Look on your desk.

Buzz, can you help Tao crack the password

on the killer's phone?

Sure. Can you replace me here?

Yeah, okay.

Why is it you think no
one was looking for Alice?

I don't know.

Why don't you ask Robby
Oderno about missing persons?

Everyone loves the guy so much.

Yeah, that's a really good
idea. I should ask Robby.

You know, Alice's killer reminds me

of some really scary people
I met on the street.

There's no way he's getting off, right?

I mean, he confessed.

Now he claims that we forced him into it.

Where are you in the interview?

You didn't come
with Alice from Las Vegas?

Vegas? No,
I've never been to Vegas.

Did Alice ever tell you where she was from?

No. Look, Alice wasn't
nothing to me, all right?

I wish I never met the bitch! Obvious.

She thought she was
better than everyone else,

and now she's the stuff you
throw out with the trash,

and that's what happens to
people who mess with me, man.

Put your headphones back on. I
don't need to hear this right now.

You okay?

Why haven't you moved
back to your old desk yet?

Because... I'm not sure I'm staying.

Put your headphones back
on and finish up, Rusty.

Personal reactions to the death
of a spouse are all different,

but personal finances...
That's another thing.

So she's either having an
affair, as someone suggested,

or she's a call girl on the side.

May 17th, Taft Hotel. May 23rd, Taft Hotel.

June 8th, Taft Hotel.

Well, I hope she has a rewards card.

But no big cash withdrawals for $20,000.

Mrs. Psychiatrist has other problems.

We have three extremely
interesting phone calls

from our killer's phone to consider,

the last of which was to his wife's cell...

35 seconds long.

Now, we heard the message
he left at 9:32 A.M.

9:32 A.M... According to LBPD,

Sergeant Mills flashed his lights

to pull Randall over at 9:33.

Uh-huh, so, that
little moment of silence

towards the end of that voicemail

was Randall Ward realizing
that he was about to

have to explain all the blood in his car.

And before that, 8:29, he
called his lawyer, Owen Holland,

and they talked for two minutes.

Which was setting up
their meeting at Randall's house.

But the best is yet to come.

Five days ago, Randall called

our shrink's wife, Courtney, on her cell.

They talked for four minutes.

And yet our merry widow
claims to not have known him.

You can say a lot in four minutes.

"How was your day? Let's have dinner.

Please kill my husband."

What about Janice, though, huh?

Well, she didn't want
us searching the house,

and she had $20,000 in the trunk of her car.

And a lawyer waiting in the break room.

Well, we have a lawyer, too.

Where's Randall Ward's wedding ring?

Mrs. Ward, we're
sorry to inform you

that your husband was in a car accident.

And though he was treated
by paramedics at the scene,

he did not survive, ma'am.

I knew it. I knew it.

And I knew
it when he didn't come home.

Is there some reason you're notifying Janice

after mirandizing her?

A-are you recording this interview?

And why is a deputy D.A. Here?

Because shortly before Mr. Ward died,

he committed a murder-for-hire.

Oh, my god!

Randall... Randall would never kill anyone.

What are you talking about?

This is Dr. Justin Henson.

Randall shot him several times

and then tried to flee in
the doctor's vehicle, ma'am.

No, you've made a mistake.

Randall had no reason to do
anything like that... none.

We only needed one more
investor, and that was it.

Actually, Mrs. Ward, you're going broke.

That is not true.

Would you tell them, Owen?
We are incredibly successful.

Tell them, Owen!

I'm sorry, Janice.

I didn't realize Randall kept
that information from you

until today.

What?

He wasn't opening another restaurant.

He was pouring everything he
could into the one you have.

I've been negotiating with your landlord.

Why didn't you tell me this?!

- I thought you knew.
- Please, just hold on.

Just hold on.

Okay, please, I...

So... so, what you're saying, that...

We believe the $20,000 found
in the trunk of your car

was Randall's payment for the killing,

and we would consider very
generous terms, Mr. Holland,

if your client could give
me a statement of facts

in which she detailed where
all that cash came from.

That's not my money,

and suggesting that I would
pay someone to kill Justin...

It's ridiculous.

Why would I do something like that?

Maybe because you were having an affair?

How is the Taft Hotel, by the way?

I had no idea they rented by the hour.

Mrs. Henson, this is
normally where I cuff someone

and then let the D.A. figure out the rest,

but I am going to give you
the chance to cooperate...

Unless you'd prefer to discuss your marriage

on the witness stand?

Justin was always worried
that a patient would call

or had called or might call.

And when he wasn't talking
to them or about them,

he'd just... drift away...

Thinking about those crazy kids.

Wasn't that his job... to
think about his patients?

Yes, of course, but it was also
his obligation as a husband

to think about me.

We went to couple's counseling.

That convinced him to turn
off his phone now and then,

but the drifting... That never stopped.

So I ended it.

I quit trying to fix our marriage,

and I found someone else.

Was this the man you were seeing
behind your husband's back?

The man you showed me earlier?

No. I told you. I don't know him.

Then why did he call you
from his disposable cellphone

last Thursday at 10:42 A.M.?

If he wasn't trying to arrange a date,

maybe he was trying to arrange a murder.

He called me? Last Thursday?

That must have been Justin's
office number forwarding to me.

Why would it do that?

Kids had his cellphone
number for emergencies.

Justin would never pick up
his landline in a session,

so I took care of that.

And, yes, Thursday. That's what that was.

Thursday morning, a man had called

asking for an appointment for his son.

Did this caller give you a name?

No. He just called, asking
if there was an appointment

first thing Monday morning at 8:00 A.M.

I told him that that slot was taken.

We don't do earlier.

Justin could never get out of the house...

Well, here it is, captain...
Randall Ward's to-do list.

"Check Monday's schedule."

And the person you
were having the affair with?

This can never get out.

Well, if you're innocent,

there's no need for it to get out.

Dr. Don Nickell.

He's the guy we were going
to for couple's therapy.

But, look, he could lose his license,

and he is a brilliant psychiatrist, really.

- Well, I guess she has a type.
- He's the one that helped...

And a motive.

Okay, Sharon... Uh, captain.

I found the link in our doctor's
finances to our suspect pool.

Need to be the end of my life or something.

You know, it was gonna take time and...

Oh, my god, Buzz. Pull Hobbs out
of the interview room right now.

If we make a deal with Janice,

we could be handing her
lawyer the perfect defense!

Hey, I'm Rusty Beck.

I thought I was meeting a reporter.

Yeah, that's me. I'm doing
a story on Alice Herrera.

You're doing a piece on Alice Herrera?

For what? Show-and-tell at kindergarten?

Okay, um, this isn't for
a school paper, buddy.

I write for an online vlog called Identity.

And you don't get my programming here.

But if you did, you'd know that I'm not

just another middle-class white boy, okay?

I lived on the street for two years.

- Uh-huh. Where?
- Hollywood.

Mostly west Hollywood and
Hollywood, but I got around.

Where did you get your hookup?

Well, I didn't... I didn't
do drugs. I did sex.

All right. Where did you
get your condoms, then?

The free clinic on Bronson.

And, yes, I let them test me for H.I.V.

so I could get the lousy dinners they had.

Better than in here.

Okay, so, what's this about Alice?

Okay, well, Alice wasn't her real name,

and I thought that you might know it

or that you might know her cellphone number.

You remember she had a cellphone?

You know they think I killed her, right?

The cops. Did anyone tell you that?

That's not really part of my story.

I only want to know her name.

Look, I had a bad drug problem back then,

and the cops... they used
it to screw me over, okay?

I'm 10 months sober now,
and I don't belong in here.

So if you write about me...

I'm not writing about you.

You want to know about Alice or not?

You do. So write about me, okay?

You agree to tell my side of the story,

or you don't get shit.

And if you give me your word,

you'd better keep it, too, okay?

Okay, you don't want to
break a promise to me.

All right?

How about this?

I will let you tell your own story.

And then if you tell me
anything helpful about Alice

that I didn't already know,

I will make sure we have your
version of what happened.

May I record you?

You have the
right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will

be used against you in a court of law.

You have the right to an attorney.

If you cannot afford one,

one will be appointed for you by the state.

You're mirandizing her
twice. I don't understand.

Is it because you've kept
her waiting for hours?!

She already has an attorney.

We have new information.
The charges have changed.

It's no longer necessary
that she respond to Miranda.

It is only necessary that when a person

is about to be arrested for murder

that the suspect hear the warning.

- Murder? What?
- New evidence? What new evidence?

In addition to the $20,000
in the trunk of her car,

we found a pattern

- of withdrawals from bank accounts...
- What?!

Which offers us excellent
circumstantial evidence

of murder-for-hire.

So I-I hired my own husband

to murder a doctor I've never met?!

Oh, there's also another death

which we've only just connected

to these two homicides, ma'am.

Yes, Janice, your husband's
death was also a murder,

because he died during the
commission of a felony.

Janice, I-I'm not sure

I'm the right person to represent you here.

My practice is civil, not criminal.

- Double homicide?
- Wait. Owen, don't.

- Please, don't leave me!
- All right, that's it. Let's go, Janice.

Mr. Holland, don't worry.

Lieutenant Flynn is
taking Janice to booking.

And if you would like to look

at our most important piece of evidence

before you recuse yourself, that'd be fine.

Owen, Owen, you have to call my mom.

She's managing the restaurant.

Just tell her to close it
down and come get the kids.

That's it, Janice. Let's go!

You're making a terrible mistake!

I don't think so, Mrs. Ward.

And what is your most
important piece of evidence?

Before he died, I think,
in an effort to make sure

his wife got to keep

the money he'd been paid
to murder Dr. Henson,

your client swallowed a note.

What note?

This one, with the
psychiatrist's name on it,

the address of his office,

- and the license-plate number of his car.
- Wait, wait.

This is privileged communication
you're looking at!

- You can't just...
- It's not privileged, sir,

if you're the suspect instead of Janice.

It's a match.

I need this pad. Excuse me.

Here's the pattern of withdrawals

- we were talking about.
- From your personal checking account,

- totaling $40,000.
- I assume $20,000 in advance,

$20,000 to be paid upon completion,

because $20,000 is the amount

that you redeposited yesterday.

Mr. Holland, why don't you have a seat?

We want to ask you about
a few more transactions.

Eight months ago, Dr. Henson charged

a visa account in your
name twice a week for $250.

And since we know that
Dr. Henson only worked

with adolescents, we took
a look at your family.

We found the death report for your daughter,

Stephanie Holland.

Listen, we are very sorry

to hear about your daughter's suicide

while she was under the doctor's care.

Of course you're sorry. But
what did you do about it?

Sir, I understand

that doctors aren't
supposed to make mistakes.

And when they do and people die,

it's something that's
hard for you to get over.

I bet you went to see

a malpractice lawyer at your firm,

and I bet that lawyer
told you something like

"bad outcomes do not equal negligence."

And I bet they told you that the best thing

for you to do was to
accept things and move on.

But how?

How do you move on when
the doctor is still out there

and the person that you loved... is dead?

That sounds like the voice of experience.

And it looks like it's having an effect.

Maybe you could start by telling us

what happened to your daughter.

What did Dr. Henson do to her?

Tuesdays, 4:00 to 7:00,
Stephanie had a study group,

a very unofficial thing with her friends,

and so we... we let them
u-use the pool house.

My wife got home that night after I did.

We cooked dinner, watched some television,

then I got a headache around 8:00.

I went to the medicine
cabinet, and it was empty...

Advil, Benadryl, my wife's
Xanax... everything.

W-when we were eating dinner,

uh, Stephanie was lying on
the floor in the pool house,

all those empty pill bottles around her,

including those dangerous antidepressants

that Henson prescribed.

She was clutching her phone
like she was hugging it,

the way she used to hold
her little stuffed animals.

And I, uh... I took the phone.

I dialed 911, and, uh, I
noticed she had a voicemail.

7:00, from Henson.

"Stephanie, sorry I missed your call.

Call me back when you can."

So I, uh... I-I looked at the cell.

I noticed she... she
called him five times...

Between 4:00 and 6:00.

And 6:00... That's when the coroner

said she took those pills.

You thought Dr. Henson should
have saved Stephanie's life.

No. I think he killed her.

That medication made her suicidal.

And when she reached out,
he couldn't be bothered,

even though he said to us, he said to her,

"always, always... I'll always
answer the phone... always."

How did you convince
Randall Ward to help you?

- Oh, Randy was a client, a friend.
- Some friend.

Yeah. Now he's going down
for Randall's murder, too.

Technically, it's a double homicide.

But the murder-for-hire
gives me everything I need.

If you'll make the deal.

You want to know something crazy?

Stephanie's best friend...
This one is a mess.

She's... I mean, sex,
drugs, drinking, everything.

But Stephanie... We couldn't get her

to enjoy one little glass of champagne.

Something happened that
day. Something happened.

But he... h-h-he didn't
want to answer his phone.

I don't understand.

Why... why... why wouldn't
he answer his phone?

I don't understand why my little girl...

I don't...

You drop an egg.

Sometimes it breaks, sometimes it doesn't.

Why don't you see if writing it all down

will help you understand better.

Write it all down, Mr. Holland,

and we will see what we can do for you.

Hey, sorry I'm leaving early.

I'm training for that charity run.

Julio, great work today.

I think you really opened that guy up.

Yeah. I can relate to
anybody hating doctors.

Then this anger-management
thing that you're doing...

I mean, that must be tough.

No. Well... yeah.

But it's not that, sir.

My wife...

A long time ago, she had a seizure disorder,

but the doctor told her that
it was okay to go off her meds.

And we were getting ready
to have our first kid.

She was 5 months' pregnant.

I still have the, uh... the car seat

that we bought for the baby.

It was supposed to be a little girl.

She would have been her age this year.

Anyway, um, my wife... my wife, uh...

She had a, uh, seizure.

She was driving to the grocery store,

and the car spun out of control.

Uh...

Took her...

four... days...

to die.

And I...

I just can't stop being mad about it.

It's good to talk about it, though.

That's what I hear, Tao.

I just can't figure out how to...

let go of it.

Maybe you'll get closer to
an answer at your old desk.

You don't want me to sit so
close to you, lieutenant?

That situation looked temporary.

It was making me nervous.

Why don't you settle back in?

It's great to have you back, Julio.

Thank you, Sykes.

Yeah. Here you go.

It was getting boring just
sitting next to Provenza.

I was about to say the same thing about you.

I just wanted to make sure
you were home and all right.

Yeah, yeah. I'm fine.

So, did you learn anything new

watching the Slider interview?

I don't know. Uh, he's not
exactly a reliable source...

- Slider.
- Well, be careful.

Diving into Alice's life could
open up some old wounds.

It does.

But for some reason,

the more I-I learn about her,

the more important Alice becomes to me.

Yes. It works that way for us, too.

It will help you to not exhaust yourself.

I won't. Um, I just...

I-I promised another post by tomorrow.

And, um, I think I have it.

I noticed that Alice drew
this a lot, this... this bird.

It was on her shoes,
on... on her... on her tent.

Do you know anything about it?

Not really.

I-I mean, she said it
reminded of her sister.