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There's someone in the house.

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Raydor residence.

Uh, well, she's asleep
at this moment,

but... This is her husband.

May I ask who's calling?

Oh...

I surrender.

Jack, what are you doing here?

I have a key, remember?

Captain, hello? Hello?

Hello, captain?

Oh, Provenza for you.

I can't believe
he's still around.

Captain, hello? Hello.

Captain, I'm sorry to wake you.

Uh, but we caught
a late-nighter.

Uh, wh-why us?

Well, it's all about the view.

We're up on Mulholland,

where we had one body,
male, unidentified, shot,

D.O.A. At the hospital.

What's wrong?

Well, I've got a watch commander
from Hollywood division

who won't hold the perimeter!

But he's a Lieutenant like me,

so I can't boss him around.
Okay, put him on.

Jack, what are you doing here
at 3:00 A.M. without calling me?

Who calls at 3:00 A.M.?

Her husband answered the phone.

No kidding?
Good old Jack Raydor.

You know, it's a shame
when he moved to Vegas, huh?

What? I liked him.

- Oh, Rusty...
- Sharon, who the hell is this?

Took the words right out
of my mouth, young fella.

Uh, careful
where you point that lamp.

Uh, uh... I'm Jack,
Sharon's husband.

I was gonna take
a few things to...

I guess it's your room now...

and, um, it was locked,
so I came back to the kitchen

to put my food in the fridge.

My, uh, almond milk,
soy milk, and...

what? Are you moving in
or something?

Well... no.

No.

I, uh got myself

on the court-appointed
attorneys list here.

You did? Uh-huh.

You are moving back to L.A.?

It... it's hard to be
gluten-free in Nevada

and I thought, um,

I might bunk with you
for a few nights

until I find my own place.
You can stay on the couch

for the two nights
that I usually give you.

Oh, well, uh, "a few" usually
means three or more, doesn't it?

No. No. Okay, okay, okay.

It's for you.

Hello. Oh.

Uh, hello. Uh...

E-e-excuse me.

Rusty, put my lamp back
and go to bed.

Captain, are you there? Hello.

Captain, as I explained
to your Lieutenant,

I can't approve the
cost of keeping 32

officers on scene
. Okay, listen to me.

You will hold the perimeter

as long as Lieutenant Provenza
wants you to,

or tomorrow you will be
working traffic in Northridge.

Do you understand me?

Yes, ma'am.

Thank you, captain.

I think our witness is back
from his ride in the ambulance.

Uh, get some sleep.

I will do my best.
Good night, Lieutenant.

The couch? Good night, Jack.

Really?

The mustang is registered
to a Susan Adler,

but it hasn't
been reported stolen.

Our victim
might have known her.

That's a great point, sir.

I'll have patrol
go to her house.

Dr. Field, thank you, sir,
for coming back.

I had to pick up my car anyway.

Let's start
with your drive up here.

Can you show us
where you first saw the shooter?

Yeah, uh, sure.

Um, I heard gunshots as I was,
uh, driving this way...

two, I think, uh,
spaced slightly apart.

And I think I was,
uh, about here,

and, uh, the guy with the gun
was there.

Flynn?

So, doc, did you, uh,
see his face by any chance?

I should have.
He was heading this way on foot.

My headlights hit him dead on.

Look, the truth is,
I noticed the gun first,

and I didn't want him to see me
looking too closely,

so I looked away.

Hey. It's more common
then you think.

Listen, doc, uh,
do you know anything

about blood-pressure meds?

I mean, you know, how safe
they are? Stuff like that.

Well, no medication
is completely safe.

For high blood pressure,
I usually recommend

diet, exercise...

he's done all that crap.

The pill he's on
will work just fine.

So, doctor,
you were driving this way.

And, uh, as I got to
this car here,

I saw the other guy,
uh, trying to stand,

covered in blood.

God.

The victim was shot in the car,

he got out...

And ended up here
in front of the hood?

Yeah. I guess.

I would have stopped, but, uh,

when I checked
my rearview mirror,

the guy with the gun
was still there.

In the same spot?

Uh, no.
He was closer to the edge.

It looked like
he was throwing something.

Probably tossed his weapon.

It's a good starting position
for the article dog.

I'll mark it. Detective
Sanchez, over here.

- And then, doctor?
- Yeah, uh...

I saw the guy with the gun
run off,

and, uh, I pulled over,
I called 911,

and I rode with him to
the hospital in the ambulance.

If it had only
gotten here quicker...

is this the man
who you tried to help?

Uh, yeah, that looks like him.

Mark Urband.

Yeah, I doubt it.
We also found these...

bunch of phony
driver's licenses.

Same face, different names.
Well, that's great.

Did the, uh, the victim
tell you his name? Sorry.

He passed out on the street.
He never regained consciousness.

Notice anything
that would help us identify him?

His... his fingertips
were burnt.

Uh, crack, probably.

I work the E.R.
I see a lot of that.

Uh, well, thank you, doctor.
You... you did really well.

Let's have you
make a statement for patrol,

uh, so you can get home.

We're thinking
drug deal gone bad, right?

I'm thinking that we need to
find out who our victim is.

His real name is Rodney

Harwood, and he's a
multi-state felon.

Looks like Mr. Harwood's
served time in several prisons,

most recently on cocaine
possession three years ago.

Did 16 months.
Kept out of trouble since.

Till last night.

Here. I got you a coffee. Now?

Oh, no.
I mean... No, thank you.

You know what?
I'll... I'll take that.

I'm a little tired.

Thank you.

Lieutenant Provenza
noted in his report

that the victim's hands were...

my giveaway he's an addict.

See these black marks on his
thumb and index finger? Mm-hmm.

From smoking crack.

Drug use also shows up
in the mouth.

Dehydration dries out
the saliva glands.

Well, it rots teeth faster.

Oh, God.

Hmm. You okay? Yes.

Just taking it all in.

Impressive... Explanation.

Now, the crime-scene report
says Mr. Harwood

was shot in a car, but I think
that's only half the story.

There's some interesting
wound variations.

I'd say this is
your first injury.

Right side of the chest...

bullet traverses
straight across.

Mm. By the way, Rios, this is
not a good floor to faint on.

Now, it looks like the victim

started out
in the driver's seat,

your killer
in the passenger seat,

but the second gunshot wound
is from front to back

and at a steep... ooh...
downward trajectory.

There's also fresh abrasions
and bruising on his knees.

So you think
the second shot came...

when he was dragged
out of the car.

Now, the third bullet wound.

Oh, my God. What? Third?

Our witness and the paramedics

said there were only
two gunshots.

Last night,
but if you look here...

The scarring indicates
6 to 10 weeks ago,

a bullet was fired

into Mr. Harwood's leg
at close range.

Someoreally
didn't like this guy.

Here's a fragment
from the wound.

Well, it's too small
to tell us anything.

It's a shame the guy had
the rest of the bullet removed.

We should check if Harwood

went to any hospitals
in the last two months.

Under what name?

Given the number of phony I.D's
the guy had,

we could be running down fake
identities till next Christmas.

We lifted prints from the car...
8 identifiable, 32 partial.

But that's just the beginning.

Yeah, well,
skip to the end, please.

The article dog found the gun

right where our witness said
it would be... down the hill.

The killer wiped it clean,

but he left his fingerprints
on the clip.

Prints belong to a Jim Gilmer.

Okay, so where is he?

Dead.

Dead? What?

That's right.

Our probable killer,
the late Jim Gilmer,

went missing
when he was released from

Plymouth state penitentiary
in Massachusetts

in June of 1998.

His family petitioned
for a death certificate in '05.

Boston P.D. Did a
missing-persons investigation,

and a court declared him dead
in 2006.

Well, it feels like
they were a little hasty.

Our victim, Rodney Harwood,
did time at Plymouth, too...

1996 to 2001.

So Harwood and Gilmer
knew each other from prison.

And all we have on Gilmer
is a mug shot from 15 years ago.

All right,
so we're chasing a ghost.

1998 till now.
That is a huge gap.

We'll need Boston P.D.
To fill in the blanks.

Where does someone go
for 15 years to disappear?

Have you tried Vegas?

And so, this one runs in like he's gonna
take my head of with a lamp.

And then Sharon, oh yeah she...

She's got her weapon on me
like this.

I hear you.

Captain, in the old days,
we would have sent

a couple of detectives to Boston
to find out more information

about how this Jim Gilmer
disappeared,

but I can't break my budget
to dig up background information

on someone
who's officially dead.

It is imperative that we talk
to people who knew Gilmer.

He may have altered
his appearance or his identity,

but old friends could tell us
things about him

that would have been harder
for him to change.

Such as? What he
loves, what he hates.

You know Gilmer hated Harwood,
because he killed Harwood...

right here in Los Angeles,
I might add.

Have you established
a connection

between your victim
and your ghost?

They were both in
the same prison at the same time

in Massachusetts,

which means that
the identity-theft technique

practiced by our victim could
also be known by our suspect.

Mr. Gilmer could be
disappearing again as we speak.

So the faster I send
Lieutenant Flynn to Boston,

the better we've got...
oh, no, no, no, no, no.

We're not doing that.

But I do have connections
with Boston P.D...

and I will have Gilmer's
missing-persons file

faxed to your murder room.

Deputy Superintendent Keppler,
please.

Jack looks much less stressed
than the last time I saw him.

Getting back on
the court-appointed list

should help give him
a fresh start.

For the 100th time. Yeah.

Not a terrific husband,
I guess,

but lots of natural charm.

None of which he wasted
on raising his children.

And, oddly enough,
charm doesn't pay for college.

Excuse me.

And so, he says to me,

"how'd you like to get in
the thoroughbred business?"

He couldn't tell a good bet
from his ass.

Is this the one about the horse

who had the heart attack
at the starting gate and died?

Yes.

Except usually I get a laugh
when I get to that part.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Hey. There was something
I needed to talk to you about.

What is it?

Uh, well, I don't know.
Maybe you're busy right now.

We could... actually, I am.

Detective Sanchez,
have Buzz and Lieutenant Flynn

returned yet
from the victim's apartment?

They're on their way
back now, ma'am.

And patrol
still hasn't found Susan Adler,

the owner of the car
our victim was in,

but we're camped outside
her apartment.

Thank you, Amy.

Jack, I'm so sorry
you have to run.

Rusty, this way, please.

Oh, yeah, well, okay.

Yeah, um, sorry, guys.

I shouldn't be taking up
all your time.

See you again soon, maybe.
Yeah, uh,

farewell, and keep fighting
the good fight.

Yeah. Goodbye.

Bye.

You know, I don't mind
sleeping on the couch

if Jack wants my bed.

It's close to the TV.

And it's closer
to the front door,

which is why Jack is going to
stay exactly where he is.

I don't want him
getting too comfortable.

What's the deal with you two?

I mean, why are you still
married if he doesn't even...

well, there are
financial issues,

there are religious issues,

and there are some things
that... I can't explain.

And none of it is really
any of your business.

Okay, well,
that's not fair, Sharon,

because you want me
to tell you everything.

Rusty, do not
get attached to Jack.

He only stays
as long as it takes

for him to get what he wants.

But he's looking
for an apartment.

So he says.

Captain? Hmm?

Susan Adler's in interview 1.

You found her?

I thought patrol was waiting
outside of her residence.

Well, you can call them off.

Susan is the victim's
girlfriend.

She was in his apartment
high as a kite.

Captain, I have video
from our search ready to review.

Okay.

This is your typical
drug-addict apartment

until you get to
the electronics section.

60" lcd tvs,
iPads, cameras... all new.

Crackhead investment portfolio.

He'd pawn everything
the second the drugs ran out.

We also found more I.D's,
birth certificates,

social-security cards,

some of which Rodney probably
stole from people

with his .32 Beretta
tucked under his mattress.

Ballistics
is processing it now.

Chief Taylor says you'll have
the Boston file on our ghost

by this time tomorrow.

Thank you, Amy.

Uh, captain, crackhead Susan?

Crackhead Susan?

The victim's girlfriend,
Susan Adler.

She's crashing.

If we don't talk to her soon,
we're gonna lose her.

Then why don't you
and Detective Sanchez

get some words out of her
before she bottoms out.

Drugs? What... what drugs? Huh?

If Rodney was
involved in drugs,

I would have broken up
with him, okay?

Well, what was Rodney doing
last night?

He worked odd hours.

So do you have any idea
who Rodney was meeting

up on Mulholland drive?

Probably meeting Vince.

Yeah, Vince is, um...
he's, uh, like Rodney's boss.

So Vince is Rodney's supplier?

Supplier? Like drugs?

I told you
I'm not into drugs, okay?

I am a U.C.L.A. Graduate.

Does this Vince
have a last name?

It's, uh, Webb. Vince Webb.

Can I just run
an errand really quick?

I'll come right back. Uh, no.

Have you met this Vince Webb?

N-not really met.
I mean, he, uh...

he came by Rodney's apartment
late last night,

and he took his, uh...
his laptop

and he vanished.

Can you describe Mr. Webb?

Look, I don't...

I don't know. Didn't see him.

I'm just... just tired.

Hey!

What?! Susan, you need
to stay with us here!

I am with you. Okay? I am.

I can't find a Vincent Webb
on any criminal database

or the phonebook.

Could be Webb's our ghost
using an alias.

Check the contacts
in the victim's cellphone.

A month before last,
Rodney kind of...

you know, he screwed up
a little bit at work,

and, um... Look, Vince...
Vince shot him, okay?

He shot him!

He is scary!

Do you hear me?!
He is scary, okay?!

I can't... I can't...

you know, I can't help you.

I am a law-abiding
citizen, okay?

I am a law... okay.

I am. Okay, okay.

Okay, you're crashing
pretty hard,

so we'll take a break,

but you're gonna have to take
a good, long look in the mirror.

Okay, Susan?

Because the only person
you're fooling is you.

This Vince Webb
sounds like a drug supplier.

And as a rule,
drug suppliers don't like it

when their dealers
use a lot of product.

But Mr. Harwood must have been
selling most of his drugs.

How else could he finance
his little shopping spree?

Identity theft
can be very lucrative.

I found a phone number
for Vince Webb

on the victim's cell,
but that's it.

I've started a warrant
to the provider,

asking for an address.

Well, if this Webb guy figures
out that we're coming for him,

and he really is our ghost...

He could disappear again,
and he's armed and dangerous.

We need to kick this up
a notch.

I want S.I.S.
On a full tactical rollout.

We've got to find Vince Webb
before he becomes somebody else.

And make sure that the S.I.S.
Guys know I want him alive.

I'll see you.

And raise 10 toothpicks.

Big raise.

Yep.

I'm guessing you've got

the 9 and 10
to top off the straight.

Remember... poker face.

Yeah, you got it. I fold.

Every freaking time.

How could you
possibly know that?

I told you. You have a tell.

Well, these glasses
that you gave me

were suppo hid that tell.

It was worth a try, wasn't it?

Well, I mean, come on.

That was a hell of
a raise there, kid.

You should be proud of that.
Let me tell you something.

A few years ago,
I had this big case.

Huge payday... 200 grand.

And you know
what I did with it?

I played three months
in poker tournaments.

And I had some strategic raises
that just cut through the crap.

Three months of poker tournaments?
Mm.

How much did you win?

Oh, well, I didn't,
but so close.

Yeah, but hadn't you
already won the jackpot?

I mean, $200,000 is...

yeah, well, that's one way
to think of it, sure. But...

Oh, hey, Sharon.
I made some dinner.

I got a little something for you
in the kitchen there.

Oh, thanks.

Did you find me my next client?

I was thinking maybe that ghost
your boys are hunting

needs a brilliant
court-appointed attorney.

Looks like he's a drug dealer,

so he will probably
be able to afford

his own brilliant attorney.

Maybe one who's worked
a little more recently.

Are you gambling?

Very low stakes.

I mean, maybe I owe you
for a box of toothpicks.

What do you
have them for anyway?

You know, in 30 years,
I've never seen you

put a toothpick in your mouth.

Rusty,
are you finished studying?

Yes, Sharon. Thanks for asking.

What I need to work on now

is how to keep my face from
giving away what's in my hand.

That's easy.

Jack can see you cards

reflected in
those ridiculous sunglasses

that he probably
talked you into wearing.

No way.

I'm afraid so.

Oh, my God.

You had me fooled
that entire time.

That is his specialty.

Mm-hmm.
Rusty, it's after 10:00.

I don't want to hear any complaining
in the morning. Sharon...

hey, hey, hey.
Don't worry about it, kid.

Uh, I-I'll teach you some new
tricks over the next couple days.

We agreed on two nights.

This is the second.
Wait a minute.

You're counting last night
as one night? I got in late.

Ah, Sharon,
I get it's your place.

But, hey, come on, you know.

I could go pick up the kid
tomorrow at school.

Hey, I'm free. I'm here.

Save you
sending that squad car.

Boy, is that embarrassing.

Yes, yes.
It is very embarrassing.

Sharon, please.
That would be so much better.

It would be... but...

please.

You bring him straight back
to the office as I would.

Yes! Thank you. Thank you.

Good night. Good night.

Good night.

Ohh, damn it.

What's the matter?

I...I pulled a back muscle.

It must have been
the way I slept.

Ah. Well, it's okay.

My back is totally
nonfunctional.

Like my neck... I can't even
turn my head around.

Don't worry about it.
Don't worry about it.

Just find a way
to sleep on this sofa

without cutting off
all my circulation.

Finally.

Finally.

You know, you are the hardest
person to crack, Sharon.

You really are.

You're like a...
you're like a no-hitter.

You're... y-y-y-you're
my Cape Horn,

my Mount Everest, my, my...

Waterloo.

Oh, oh. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

What's going on here?
I-is that yours?

It's the material from
Boston P.D. About your ghost.

You have the best printer
in the building.

Yeah. Yeah,
and it's 10¢ a page.

It says 5¢.

That's for friends and family.

Where does the paper come from?

The gun we found at
Rodney Harwood's apartment

is a match for two
unsolved homicides.

Both victims were robbed
on the street, ma'am.

S.I.S. Booked Vince Webb...

having him brought up
to interview 2, but...

He's got the wrong fingerprints.
Not our ghost.

Just a straightforward
drug supplier.

What about the victim's
computer? Did he have that?

No, but we have plenty
of other bad-guy stuff.

Thanks for the show-and-tell,
but none of this is mine.

Mr. Webb,
we're not from narcotics.

In fact, the only reason why
we care about this stuff at all

is because we hope
it'll get your cooperation

in an ongoing homicide.

Who died?

Rodney Harwood.

Hot rod crashed, huh?

Can't say I'm surprised.
The man had problems.

Burned the pipe at both ends.

Oh, well. You and
Rodney worked together?

Some.

But Rod's bad habits interfered
with his professional life.

Well, we have a witness who says
they saw you at his apartment

the night before last,
just after his murder,

and that you stole
his computer.

I already got a computer.
Your witness is lying.

I was at a club on Ivar
called Allure. Ask around.

You use a credit card there?

Girls don't think you're rich
if you use a credit card.

You got to floss the cash.

Allure has cameras
at all entrances and all exits.

Go look for me. I'll wait here.

Detective Sanchez, could you put
Mr. Webb's photo in a six-pack

and show it to Susan Adler?

Were you in hot rod's apartment

two months ago when you shot him
in the upper thigh?

The only gunshots we care about
are the ones that killed him.

He owed me money.

When I asked him for it,
he pulled a gun out on me.

Stupid junkie.
I shot him in self-defense.

And if you knew hot rod,
you'd know I have a good reason.

It's funny
you never reported him to us.

Well, I could have done that,
anonymously,

but, like I said,
I wanted my money.

And he came up with it.
Hit the lotto or something.

Paid me back in full

one week
after our little argument,

then brought more
on top of that.

Went on a bender.

Did he say where
this jackpot came from?

Didn't ask, but he was flush.

Well, did you ever see
anybody with him?

Like a business partner?
You guys are funny.

Rodney Harwood
had one partner...

rock cocaine.

Okay. Thanks for your help.

Someone will be in shortly
to talk to you

about the rest of this.

Thought you guys said
you didn't care.

We don't, but someone will.

At least as long as it takes
to check out your story.

Get comfortable.

Hang on to Vince
as long as we can.

He could be lying,
and he could tip off our ghost.

Susan can't identify
Vince Webb, ma'am.

Ladies and gentlemen,

once again, I ask
that you hold your applause.

In perusing the file that
we just obtained from Boston,

I have found what I will
modestly refer to as a clue.

The only living relative from
Jim Gilmer's immediate family...

sister Laura, a stroke victim
who resided at...

"Mendwell Convalescent
in Beverly, Massachusetts."

She was there until may of 2009

when, per my conversation

with the good people
of that facility,

her parents were killed
in a car accident.

And she was moved to...

"Apartment 125
of 'live with care, '"

an assisted-living center,
located in... drumroll.

The great city of angels,
Los Angeles.

Thank you. Thank you very much.
Thank you.

Live with care is
top-of-the-line and expensive...

six grand a month.

If Gilmer's paying for this,
he must be doing pretty well.

Drug money, identity theft.

Our ghost loves his sister,
Laura. That's his soft spot.

But we can't just walk in there
and ask Laura about Mr. Gilmer.

She could warn him,
or he could be watching her.

Hey, hey, I found the lead.
The plan's your job.

Protecting
assisted-living facilities

is an L.A.P.D. Priority.

We're not due for a safety
inspection until next year.

Unfortunately,
we've had some complaints.

I guess I can't ask from whom.

You can ask.
We just can't answer.

I need to review
your visitors log, sir.

Of course.

Our log's
computerized by client

and shows
all non-medical guests

including relatives, friends,
and deliveries.

While he's doing that,

can we assemble Al the patients
for safety training?

Um... Sure.

They're just finishing lunch
in the dining room now.

May I remind you all
to speak loudly.

Actually, the safety seminar's
just for her.

I need to clear the residents

so I can do a window check
of all the rooms.

A window check?

Or you can say no,
in which case,

all we do is come back
with a giant search warrant,

which takes three days to serve

while we figure out
why you won't cooperate... Jeff.

Entirely up to you.

According to the log,

Laura Gilmer hasn't had
any visitors since easter.

So where do her flowers
come from?

These are fresh.

Well, you notice anyone missing
from this family photo?

Her brother.

This is very interesting.

No one visits,

but the ghost's fingerprints
are all over this vase.

I don't much believe in ghosts.

Are you sure this
is Gilmer's thumbprint?

Yeah. You can see
the virgin Mary in it.

Really?

Or two tented arches
and a right slant loop,

depending on what you know
about classification.

Yes. Captain?

I have not found the ghost,

but I have proof that
he is still very much alive

and he visits his sister.

Special delivery!

I... how's a
court-appointed attorney

supposed to get a client
if the cops take the day off?

Nobody's taking the day off.

My team is on a stakeout
trying to pick up Jim Gilmer.

But we stopped
and bought everyone hamburgers.

Well, that's very nice
and totally unnecessary.

Well, uh, you want to learn
some Omaha, kid?

Uh, excuse me, Jack.
I'm so sorry.

But I do believe that buzz
has put something together.

What did you
put together, buzz?

Uh, two chapters
of make-up algebra.

Two chapters?
Buzz, we brought you burgers.

Hey, you want to
spend an extra year

in high school,
that's fine with me.

But I've already got
a complete handle on algebra.

Okay, explain quadratic equations.
Uh, sure.

Quadratic equations
are something else

that nobody needs
in daily life.

They also help form
the foundation

for something we call logic,

which I hear
is very useful in chess.

You don't want to argue
with her

when she gets
that tone in her voice.

Mm-hmm.

Fine. Fine.

Quadratic equations. So fun.

Apologies for interfering.

I just feel kind of sorry
for the kid.

Can I get you a blanket?
You look cold.

Maybe it's because
you spent more time with Rusty

in the past two days

then you've spent with
our children in five years.

Don't start, Sharon.

I can't change the past.
I can only try to do better.

Well, maybe part of doing better
would be finding an apartment.

Aye-aye, captain.

Excuse me.

Do you know how much

around-the-clock surveillance
costs, captain?

How do you even know
your ghost will show up

at this assisted-living center?

Jim Gilmer brought
his sister to L.A.

So he could be closer to her.

He's been there recently.

Why doesn't she have visitors then?
I thought about that, chief,

and I think the answer
has something to do with

whom our ghost has become.

Laura.

Laura?

L.A.P.D. Get down on the ground.
Wait, wait, wait.

This is a mistake.
It's not a mistake, Gilmer.

Get on the floor.

I'll take that.

Smile for the camera.

Hands behind your back.

The real Dr. Jason field
lived in San Francisco

until he died in a boating
accident in 1997.

Jim Gilmer stole his identity.

Gilmer used field's identity
to go to Brazil...

the plastic-surgery capital
of the world.

You know, he lost some weight,
cut his hair,

and then presto chango.

New-and-improved Jim
returns to the states in 2001

using a dead man's
medical license,

blue contacts for his eyes,

and goes to work in the E.R.
at St. Leo's.

Where Rodney Harwood
was treated

for a gunshot wound
two months ago.

How has he been getting away
with this?

Gilmer's not a doctor.

No, but he worked as an E.M.T. For
two years before he went to jail.

Doctor impersonators

have been successful
with less training than that.

Yeah, hospital says he does
some pretty amazing stuff.

And now he lives
the good life...

wife, kids,
and a home in the hills.

If he's convinced his wife and
a hospital that he's a doctor,

he could end up convincing
a jury that he's innocent.

We're not going to trial
on this.

A man can change his face,
he can change his name,

but changing your nature
is very hard.

And changing your fingerprints
is next to impossible.

Don't waste our time and say
that Rodney brought the gun

or that there was a fight
and you took it from him.

This gun was loaded
by your hands.

And you brought it with you
two nights ago

to murder Rodney Harwood.

That was not my intent.

If Rodney demanded to see you
in the middle of the night,

you'd bring a gun
to protect yourself

. Doctor, you have the
right to remain silent.

That's all. I don't need a lawyer
here, because there was no crime.

I just want to explain.

Two months ago,
Rodney Harwood came into my E.R.

With a gunshot wound,

and something I did...
I still don't know what exactly,

but I gave myself away.

Maybe it was my voice,
maybe it was the way I walked,

I don't know.

But before rod left,
the next morning,

he made sure I knew

that if I wanted to go on
being a doctor,

he was going to need
a lot of cash.

And I gave it to him...
$50,000.

He went through that money
so fast, I couldn't believe it.

So it's not drugs. Just good
old-fashioned extortion.

Which brings up more mitigating
circumstances for the killer.

I was giving up
what I had saved

for my kids' college education
to a drug addict.

I had to protect my children.

No, you had to protect
your stolen identity.

So what?
Nobody else was using it.

And the D.E.A.
Has this stupid rule

saying that no drug felon
can ever practice medicine.

What was I supposed to do?

Something other than murder.
It wasn't murder.

I told you.
It was self-defense.

I was giving him the extra money
that he demanded,

and he grabbed me
by the throat.

He said it wasn't enough.

He said he was gonna force me

to drive up to my house
and tell my wife and kids.

Oh, my God. Harwood?

Crack addict. Drug dealer.

In prison, I saw him nearly beat
a man to death with a book.

And he murdered people
here in Los Angeles.

He told me so
when he threatened me.

There was no way I was letting
him anywhere near my family.

He's got a point.
We know Harwood was a killer.

Could you wait a moment, please?
He didn't have his gun on him.

One shot would have been enough
to defend yourself.

But you didn't fire
just one shot.

You got out of the
car, you fired

again, you shot him
right in the chest.

And then you hopped into
the ambulance with him

to make sure he died
without saying anything.

You may recall that when
you first met Rodney Harwood,

you were not a prisoner
of conscience.

You were
a convicted drug dealer.

And I did my time.
I learned my lesson.

I am a doctor now.

Thousands of people are alive
because of me.

What about the patients
you lost?

How will the families
of everyone

who died in your E.R. react

when they hear that
you don't have a real license?

Sir, lawsuits are coming.

How will that go
for your wife and children?

Where will your sister end up

when you can't pay
for her facility?

Are you threatening my family?

You still do not get it,
do you?

In addition to
the criminal trial

for which you
are now rehearsing,

there will be civil suits

related to your work
as a doctor.

The captain makes
an excellent point.

Okay, I'll begin drawing up
the statement of facts.

Whatever he gets, it's a gift.

The hospital that you work for

will be forced
to file against you, too,

but there are ways
hold this off.

This is not fair.

I have worked so hard
to change my life.

And I did change.
I completely changed.

If you completely changed,

why are you back
in another police station

being arrested
for first-degree murder?

Sir, we can get the D.A.
To plead that down,

keep your sister where she is,

and save your family from losing
everything that you worked for.

It's your call.

I just want to say,

whatever else
you may think of me,

and I know
I didn't have a degree,

but I made up for that
in a thousand other ways.

I was a good
and dedicated doctor.

I was.

I believe you.

And now I need you to stand up

and put your hands
behind your back.

Considering who our victim was,
I think 17 years to life.

Gives him a shot at parole.

A ghost of a chance, I'd say,

which is as much
as he deserves.

Jim Gilmer
just signed his deal.

Great... he could be released
as soon as 2030

and set up practice
as doctor who.

Yeah, and you'd better
be waiting for him, Sykes.

I don't know.

Guy turns his life around
the best way he can.

Seems like we should
be able to make

some kind of allowance
for that.

We do. It's called parole.

I'm almost gone.

Just, um, straightening up
after myself.

Mm-hmm.

You can keep
that deck of cards, kid.

And there might be
a couple of extra aces in there.

So where's the apartment?

Uh, silver lake.

Well, that's not
too far from here.

No. That's great.

Yeah, just... One little snag.

Oh? The credit bureaus can
hold a grudge

And I need someone
to co-sign for me.

What does that mean? Co-sign?

Well...

it means to provide a guarantee
for someone else's debt or rent.

Hey, if that's a problem, uh,

there's a room at the
best Western down the street.

So that is what this latest
drive-by was about.

You want me to co-sign
for an apartment.

Would you? Absolutely not.

I spent years getting untangled
from your finances, Jack.

I'm not going back there again.
Oh, no, okay.

Yeah, you're right.
You're right. You're right.

Right. Maybe they'll
hold the place for me.

It's a shame.
It's a great little find.

I guess I'll have to call
my brother.

Oh, my God.

Why do I always end up
feeling sorry for you?

Okay.

I'll make you a deal.

Better watch out.
Now, hey, listen.

I've had to negotiate with her
my entire adult life.

I know what to expect.

Until you can find a fix
for your credit problem,

- you may stay here, provided
- ...oh, great! Thanks!

I am not done.

Provided that
you call your children,

and you do it tonight.

Are you serious? Oh, yes.

Calling your kids?
Why is that a problem?

Sometimes, Rusty, you let down
the people you love,

and you don't know
how to start over again.

Isn't that true, Jack?

The kids don't
want to talk to me.

You're right.
They don't want to talk to you.

But they need to talk to you,

and they will.

Now.

Otherwise...

the best Western
is right down the street.

Okay, all right.

All right.

We're gonna start with Ricky.

He's working
a lot of hours these days.

He goes to bed early.

And I have had a very long day,

so good night.

Just so you know,
she's definitely

gonna call them back
to see what you said, so...

Of course she will.

But, you know,

that's partly because
she's still crazy about me.

Hello?

Richard William Raydor.
This is your father speaking.

And it's been too damn long.

By God, how are you son?

It's such a pleasure
to hear your voice.

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