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I always knew this
day would come, right?

And I did everything I
could to prepare, I just

don't worry, mom. She'll be fine.

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

Nine and what?

I'm kidding. Relax, I got this.

Okay.

So, why don't we stop up here, and
we'll practice your parallel parking?

Good, good, good.

Okay, so check in the mirrors...

- Okay. Yep.
- Put it in reverse...

You should probably lower the
deductible on our car insurance.

What happened to "she'll be fine"?

- Pop it? No.
- All right, keep going.

- Going harder right.
- Harder right.

- A little fast... Too fast!
- Sorry, mom.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Wait, wait, turn!

License plate is 2ddt456.

I'm confused. You want us
to pull over your daughter?

We're not traffic cops, Morgan.

- Good morning.
- Morning.

Ava doesn't even have her license yet.

No, she doesn't,

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

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

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

Whoa, the back seat is very...

- Spacious?
- Yeah.

Whatcha got, five-o? Let's do this.

Whoo!

We just all need to be prepared, okay?

All right, listen up.

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

and you know who you are.

I got that email.

I got that too. What is that though?

It's an annual gathering of city officials,

detectives, officers.

Decent music, open bar till 10:00. Right?

Sorry, lieutenant. I have plans.

Change 'em.

I want the top brass to see
all of major crimes represented.

So that means every single one of you

is going to be there and looking sharp.

I'm only going to see if oz makes
a fool of himself again this year.

I knocked over one ice
sculpture four years ago.

Daph won't let me live it down.

There's photos, if you
ever wanna see 'em.

Of course I wanna see 'em.

Detective karadec.

No, I did not. You just sent it?

Okay, we'll check it out. Thanks.

- Everything okay?
- LAPD tip line

flagged an email to major
crimes that just came in.

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

Open the attachment.

"Two hours to make your move."

"Two hours to make your move."

Sounds like some kind of game.

Yeah, a game Spencer here

does not look like he wants to play.

We don't know when it was taken.

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

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

to send us on a fool's errand.

Found him. Spencer Wallace,
37 years old, born in riverside.

Runs a small interior
design firm. Unmarried.

A couple of parking tickets, that's it.

He's in a room with no windows.

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

Yeah.

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

- Find out.
- Yeah.

Here you go.

Spencer, it's LAPD!

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

Buildings this nice
usually deliver packages

to the mail room, right?

"Let's play."

Most puzzles will give you a picture

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

Well, whoever left this for us

clearly wants us to figure it out.

- Or waste more of our time.
- Only one way to find out.

Okay, give me a minute.

She means that literally, doesn't she?

It looks like an elevation map.
Contour lines, color gradients.

Yeah, yeah, and these could be roads.

That's definitely Mulholland trail.

I hiked up there last week.

- One piece is missing.
- Maybe it fell?

No, I don't think so.

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

Whoever took Spencer
Wallace wants us to try

and find him right here.

Then that's exactly what we're gonna do.

Oz and Daphne, find
out everything you can

about Spencer Wallace.

You two go for a hike.

So we're looking for what exactly?

You know, probably nothing.

We get thousands of
calls like this a week.

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

Makes you feel grumpy?

All right. So what games
did you play as a kid?

Yahtzee. Yahtzee was my jam.

- Yahtzee? What?
- Yeah.

Okay, it is painfully clear

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

Looks like you won't have to.

"Loco ocho." You have to
match the color or the number,

and try to get rid of all your cards.

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

when I haven't done
anything impressive.

"Eeny, meeny, miny, moe.
Pick a card and then you'll go.

Down a path and through the shade.

Before dear Spencer starts to fade."

Yeah, see how this
path veers off into two?

Yeah. You take one, I'll take the other.

I don't think it's gonna be that simple.

You telling me we gotta play a game

to figure out which one to take?

The two-hour countdown
started when the email came in.

We have 34 minutes to make our move.

Last card's a two. Okay.

That must mean we
take the second path.

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

- You wanna play again?
- Absolutely not.

Hey, we're still searching out here.

Daphne and oz found Insulin shots

in Spencer Wallace's apartment.

Our Vic is a diabetic.

That means two hours could
be how much time he has

before going into diabetic
ketoacidosis without it.

That gives us just under half an hour

before Spencer could die.

This is real.

I'll call you back.

You got something?

She's got something.

It's addition and multiplication.

It's either hopscotch for hikers,

or hopscotch for second
grade algebra teachers.

It's azimuth and elevation.

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

240 degrees and a negative ten.

The horizontal direction
and vertical angle.

"Valley day storage."

And you know what
storage units never have?

Windows.

Everybody start banging
on doors. Use your ears.

- Spencer!
- Spencer! Spencer.

- Spencer!
- Spencer!

- Spencer!
- Spencer!

Spencer!

- Spencer!
- Spencer!

Spencer.

Spencer, you in there?

Unit l4! L4!

The manager said he rents unit l4. Daph!

This is it. This is him. Spencer?

Spencer? Spencer, can you hear us?

Spencer?

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

Hey. We're with the LAPD.

Paramedics are on their
way. You're gonna be okay.

I have your Insulin from your apartment.

I'm gonna administer
it in your arm, okay?

Okay.

Thank you.

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

It's okay. Take your time.

I was walking up to my apartment
when someone came up behind me.

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

before they got some bag over my head.

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

Then what happened?

They made me play games.

At least, they tried to make me play.

I was shaking too much.

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

while I'm begging for my life.

I... I was too scared to play.

Did you get a look at the person?

They were wearing a white anime mask.

Rosy cheeks, real big eyes.

The room was too dark
to see anything else.

- And what about the sound of their voice?
- They never spoke.

Whoever they were, they must
not have been having much fun.

Why do you say that?

Well, they got frustrated I
wasn't taking the game seriously

and they knocked me out. I
woke up in my storage unit.

Yeah, about that storage
unit. Why is it empty?

Like, usually people get a storage unit

and they fill it with stuff.

I rented it with James.

He was my partner for nine years.

"Was" your partner?

This June will be four
years since his car accident.

I'm so sorry.

We had big plans.

We needed a place to put our things

when we traveled the world,

so we... Rented that unit.

I know it's silly, I just.

I haven't been ready to let it go.

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

Spencer, is there anyone
you can imagine doing this?

Maybe someone who
wanted to hurt you?

I don't know.

Whoever abducted Spencer
wanted us to find him.

They could've killed him but they didn't,

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

I think we should be looking
for someone who has a grudge

against the LAPD.

Maybe, but I don't know.

Look at these clues.

Puzzle, loco ocho, hopscotch.
These are kids' games.

I think he just wants to play.

So we're looking for a five-year-old.

So we just wait for
the next clue to arrive?

We gotta do something.

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

Gillory...

Here we go.

- Thanks, Katie.
- Of course.

It's already been paid for.

What do you mean?

Thanks.

How did you know I'd be here?

Heard you had a standing
order on Thursdays for the family.

Relax, you're not special.

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

Sit down.

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

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

First things first, I only
wanna deal with you, all right?

'Cause I know your cop friends
have a hand in this, I get it,

but I can't be seen with them

for reasons that don't concern you.

Now Roman came to me
before he went missing.

Said he was afraid for himself, for you.

Yeah, you already said that.

And now I'm telling you it has
something to do with a woman

I heard he was working with at the time.

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

All I know is her name is Lila Flynn.

F-I-y-n-n.

You need to write that down.

- I'm good, thanks.
- Right.

I heard about this hpi you have.

That really a thing?

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

That's all I have on Lila.

But, you know, I'll keep digging.

How do I know that?

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

How am I supposed to believe you?

Because you got nobody else.

Or you wouldn't be here.

Put your number in it.

So I can get in touch with you if I
find out more about this Lila Flynn.

Ava, dinner's here!

- So is your mom.
- Hey, how was your day?

I think it ruined family
game night forever.

This kidnapper is really toying with us.

That's a bummer.

Ooh, sweet potato fries.

Good. You're home.

I just finished something
I wanna show you.

Me?

The rest are for dad.

Organizing it by year

seemed super lame,
so I kinda did chapters.

Like, my artwork,

fashion evolution, life milestones.

Is that this morning?

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

I wasn't worried.

You almost murdered your entire family,

there was no time to worry.

- How far does this go back?
- All the way to the beginning.

Aw, look at that cowboy hat.

- I loved that hat on you.
- Yeah, mom.

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

I think these photos are a reminder

of why you lost that privilege.

All right, take it easy. You're adorable.

What are these for? You hate
when I pull out baby pictures.

You know, in case you find him.

You made this for your dad?

I mean, he missed my entire childhood,

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

If you find him.

Because maybe your job with the cops

will work out the way you said it would.

I hope so.

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

this big, fancy gala, and they invited me.

My god! What are you gonna wear?

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

Okay, it's only fair.

You got to dress me,
so I get to dress you.

- Am I gonna look good?
- Yes, of course.

Okay.

You came in early.

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

No, but we gotta find out who did this

or our victim will be
looking over his shoulder

the rest of his life.

I...

Yeah.

All right, all right. We're on our way.

We need to head to the
West Side, to the Marina hotel.

Isn't that where the gala is tomorrow?

Yeah, looks like we have a new lead.

Great.

- Hey.
- Hey.

You actually picked up the phone.

Yeah. Mistake.

Meant to send you to voicemail,

but I got these long
fingernails, you know?

How are you? How's the new job?

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

I mean, I do miss a few things back in la.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

So, I was just wondering if you're going

to this police gala tomorrow night?

I am. Why? Did you get an invitation?

I did.

And I thought maybe you
had something to do with that?

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

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

Okay. That's all I needed to hear.

I'll see you soon.

See you soon.

Morgan.

- Another clue?
- Officer lin called it in.

I knew this wasn't right.

That's not creepy at all.

"The fun has just begun."

We've been asking around to
see if anyone saw who left it here,

but nothing so far.

Okay. So, whoever
kidnapped Spencer isn't done.

And they're watching us.

- Nothing about this is fun.
- Or helpful.

Lab didn't find DNA or prints
on any of the game pieces.

That's because the
kidnapper wants us to play

by their rules not ours.

Something's going on with these dolls.

I mean, every detail the kidnapper's
given us so far has been a clue.

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

These babies have to mean something.

I wanna talk to Spencer again.

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

that means the kidnapper
must've followed him there, right?

I mean, who else
would've known about it?

I did.

Well, I didn't mention it before

because the group
is meant to be private,

and it didn't seem relevant.

But now, I think it might be.

What is it, oz?

Daph is the only one that knows this,

'cause I don't really talk about it. But.

I lost my dad last year.

Are you okay?

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

So, I started attending
this grief group in echo park.

Everyone who goes has
lost somebody. We just...

We share and, it's... I
don't make it every week.

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

But you remembered his
story about losing his partner

and the storage unit
they bought together.

- Yeah.
- And if you knew about it,

so does everybody in the group.

Which means any one of them

could be the one playing games with us.

Any idea on a possible suspect?

- No.
- When's the next meeting?

- Later today.
- All right.

You and Daphne go talk
to some group members.

And you two, figure out
what those baby dolls mean.

I want those things out of my bullpen.

- Charles.
- Oz.

Hey.

- We miss seein' you.
- Yeah, same here. How you been?

Not too bad. You
bring a friend for group?

Charles, this is detective forrester.

We're actually here
about a police matter.

We'd like to ask the
group a few questions

if you don't mind.

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

- Come on in.
- Thank you.

So you think the person who
kidnapped Spencer met him here?

Do you mind if I ask where you
were Wednesday night around 10:30?

My boyfriend and I went to a movie.

You said 10:30? Let me think.

I stayed in on the couch.

Was anyone with you?

Just my dog. Why?

You remember Spencer?

Spencer? Sweet man.

Is he okay?

I actually had a crush on him,

before I realized I was not his type.

So sad about his partner.

Say, how do you feel about games?

Played left tackle in college.

You cops handing out Lakers' tickets?

What about puzzles? Board games?

I remember one guy who used to
come to group, he just loved 'em.

What was his name?

- David.
- Yeah, David.

He used to always talk
about how much he missed

playing games with his family.

- They died?
- His sister did.

David said his family was
never the same after that,

and no more game nights.

It was like every week he
seemed even more upset about it.

Morgan, what are you doing?

We don't know there's not a
message hidden in here for us.

- In the baby shoes?
- We don't know.

- Was there?
- No.

And now we know. Wait.

Can I talk to you guys for a second?

Gio only wants to talk to you?

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

Gio con forth doesn't
want law enforcement

asking him too many questions,

otherwise his days
as a free man are over.

And what did he say
about this Lila Flynn?

He just gave me her name

and said that she and
Roman were working together.

You hired me because I
notice things that you miss.

You really think I wouldn't sense

if Roman was cheating on me?

Smart people have blind spots too.

And my heart breaks for them.

I think it's time to
cut this gio guy loose.

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

And after he disappeared for how long?

- No. He's gotta go.
- Detective.

Gio wasn't my first call or my tenth.

We're investigating a missing person

15 years after the fact.

And whether we like it or not,

gio has connections that we don't.

So we use him for whatever we can.

I agree.

Just please don't trust him.

I won't. I promise.

Okay, our sketch artist is on the way.

What's wrong?

There's this woman.
You remember Sierra.

Never misses a meeting.

She usually arrives early
because she comes from work,

but she's still not here.

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

Lives on the West Side.

So, our suspect is a white male,

about 5'10", in his 30s, with a beard.

Great. He could be half
the waiters in the city.

Well, David knew about Spencer's
storage through the grief group,

and was completely
obsessed with games.

All that to recapture

the joy he lost when his sister died?

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

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

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

Why is he doing this now?

We think because two weeks ago,

he invited the grief group to bar trivia.

No one showed up.

Okay. So David felt rejected,

took his frustrations out on one of them,

and now he's making us play with him.

And Spencer may only be his first victim.

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

Sierra shuman.

That's definitely her.

1459 Santa Monica boulevard.

All right, hurry.

This is her place.

Thanks.

Looks like Sierra put up a fight.

Yeah.

I mean, I'll rush csu,

but going through all
this is gonna take time

we don't have, Morgan.

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

Son of a...

She would never put that
bookshelf there though.

The closet door would
be banging into it all day.

Do you think it was moved?

Turn off the light.

Morgan.

"You can't tell in the dark."

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

but you can in the light?

Other than everything?

Tell.

Yeah?

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

To direct, like to tell someone what to do.

Or to reveal, like a... poker tell.

Or to observe, like,
"can you tell I'm mad?"

Okay. How's this gonna
help us find Sierra, Morgan?

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

"You can't tell in the dark"

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

You know who can't talk in the dark?

People who are deaf,

because you have to see
sign language in order to use it.

The dolls.

You see their hands?

They're all telling us
something in sign language.

C.

O.

X.

One.

P.

I.

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

Pico x1.

Pico and first.

There's an old art gallery
there. Closed a while ago.

Go see if someone
opened it up. Go. Go, go, go.

Clear.

- Help me.
- Wait, listen.

- Help. Please. Help.
- She's locked inside.

I'll get our safe
crackers to break her out.

Paramedics standing by.

She's been in there for 36 minutes.

However much oxygen
that's seeping into this thing,

it can't be much.

Sierra, this is detective
karadec with the LAPD.

I want you to try and stay calm.

Are you able to breathe in there?

Barely.

Please.

SWAT's eta is 45 minutes.

Help.

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

- But what game?
- Jacks.

The ball and metal things?

Yep. My dad hated that game.

It's probably why I loved it so much.

The game has different
names all over the world.

The oldest one here being
knucklebones in Central Asia.

They use goat and sheep bones
as the game pieces, ten total.

Next, in south Asia, it's called
anju kal meaning five stones.

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

specifically seven bags of beans.

So, it's one ball, ten bones,

five stones and seven bags of beans.

That's gotta be the combination.

One, ten, five, seven.

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

I got you. I got you.

You're okay. You're
okay. Hey, you're okay.

Just breathe. Just breathe.

You know, I think this is the first time

I've ever heard you mention your father.

Probably the last.

Fair enough.

So, Jacks?

One day in second grade, at recess,

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

which was a really big deal for me.

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

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

- Big mistake.
- Why?

Because it wasn't shogi
or chess, it was Jacks.

A simple game for simpletons.

He said those kids weren't worthy

of my intellectual acumen.

He has hpi too.

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

I told them why I couldn't, and

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

Yeah, it quickly spread around the school

that I thought I was
smarter than everyone else,

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

I'm sorry.

Not your fault.

All right. I've had officers assigned

to every member of the grief group.

Daphne can watch my back.

I always do.

Lieutenant, I'm afraid he's not
gonna stop until he gets a win.

Maybe we should cancel the gala.

No. Nice try though.

Tonight's not just about major crimes,

it's a chance to celebrate law
enforcement across the entire city,

and I'm not going to let this
sicko push us around, all right?

We're gonna put our dancing shoes on,

and we're gonna have a good time.

She's home.

- What are you doing?
- Tell her to hold on a sec.

W-Where's ludo? What's happening?

What you... Why you guys being weird?

Drumroll, please.

- Ta-da!
- We hit the mall.

What is this?

Most of Chloe's college tuition.

Just kidding.

We haven't started
saving yet. But we will.

This is so sweet.

And concerning.

We know the police
gala tonight's a big deal.

And we know you didn't have
time to shop, so everyone chipped in.

Are you serious?

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

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

- Come on. Hurry.
- Okay. Okay.

Don't look at the price tags.

But also don't take them off.

I will not be taking anything off.

- I got these.
- Yes.

Wow.

My kid knows me well.

Yes, she does.

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

I did.

You... You wanna talk about it?

Whatever it is?

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

This case. It's just
different than the rest.

- And why is that?
- This person

we're trying to catch is kind of brilliant.

Okay. But so are you.

Yeah, but I don't know how to think

like somebody who would do all of this.

Okay.

Unless you wanna try
on dresses... No, no.

I hope one of them is
a winner. And only one.

- Thank you. Get out.
- Unless you want me to

- I don't.
- I've seen it before.

- Twice.
- And a half.

My god.

Ronnie.

Damn.

Wow. This place is a lot
nicer than your last spot.

- Thanks for coming by.
- Wow.

I mean, you really splurged.

What? I can't have nice things now?

Look at you.

You got all dressed up just for me.

This is, for this year's police gala.

Remember when we
used to go to those?

Yeah. Yeah. I remember you, hating 'em.

And me always looking just
a little bit sharper than you.

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

Now, I may or may not have looked

into some things on your behalf.

- And?
- And...

Anything I share didn't come from me.

Say less. I got it. You were never here.

- Okay.
- So what you find?

Lila Flynn was an undercover
field agent for the FBI.

- What?
- Yeah.

It was way before my time at the bureau,

but she handled all kinds of cases.

- Most of which are classified.
- Still?

What else?

She was murdered 15 years ago.

Shot in her own
backyard, execution style.

- Unsolved?
- Ice cold.

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

- Roman sinquerra.
- Yeah.

He dropped off the grid
shortly after her death.

But I did a deep dive
and nothing turned up.

Except this.

Read and burn.

Excuse me, ladies,

I'm looking for Selena
soto and Daphne forrester.

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

Oz fashionably late again?

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

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

Morgan's not here yet either.

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

- How you feeling? You all right?
- A little anxious.

I wish we would've caught
our guy before all of this, but...

- We'll catch him soon enough.
- Yeah, we will.

- How are you feeling?
- Better.

Now that I've got some fresh intel

on the Roman investigation.

From who?

Yeah.

- And?
- And it turns out

Roman was working
as an FBI informant.

Now I'll download you
on all the details later,

but for now, I just need to know
I've got your blessing to press ahead.

- Of course.
- Yeah. I'll talk to her.

Good luck.

You look absolutely stunning.

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

My daughter did it.

Can I buy you a drink?

Are they not free?

Yeah, I believe they are.

Hey.

It's been almost an hour and
oz still isn't answering his phone.

It just keeps going to voicemail.

That's not like him.

He lives nearby. I'm
gonna go check in on him.

- All right. Be careful.
- Okay. I will.

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

Have we?

Yeah. When you consider it started out

with you tampering with evidence,

and, getting thrown in jail

for taking a swing at
an officer, I'd say so.

All right. Well, for the record,
I was cleared of all charges.

And I helped solve that case.

Yes. And then you went on to solve

about a dozen more cases after that.

And once we put this
joker wannabe away,

we're gonna solve a bunch more cases.

And one of them will be Roman's.

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

with gio from now on.

What? No. No.

I know how much this means to you.

That's why it matters to me too.

Well, that's sweet. I appreciate that.

But he was clear he
doesn't wanna deal with cops.

- It has to just be me.
- No.

It's too dangerous, Morgan...

Guys like gio, they're unpredictable.

You need to think
about what you're risking.

No. I will play this the right way.

- I'll get exactly what we need from gio.
- I know what I'm doing.

You need to stop
worrying about me, okay?

Hey, partner.

Trust me, okay?

He wants to meet at his
hotel at 9:00 A.M. tomorrow.

Okay. Got it.

And I do believe someone just walked in

who's looking to see you.

Catch you later.

- You made it.
- I did.

Well, if you're not all danced out

I'm never all danced out.

Oz?

No.

Everything okay?

I'm not leaving until we find oz.

None of us are. Morgan,
what are you thinking?

I'm thinking this puzzle sucks.

Maybe there is no puzzle. He
didn't leave many clues behind.

He would've left enough
clues for it to be solved,

otherwise it wouldn't be a game.

Marco.

- Polo!
- Marco Polo is a kids' game.

No, I know. Marco Polo.
And also oz's tie was silk.

Marco Polo was one of
the most well-known people

to travel the silk road.

That doesn't narrow it down.

- There's a million pools in Los Angeles.
- I know!

What about the notes? Maybe
there's some hidden wordplay in them.

Yeah, maybe.

All the fonts are different.

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

they're all different.

Maybe that means something.

Yes! Yes, Daphne!

Okay, give me the
names of all of the fonts

in the order which we received the notes.

Okay. Romana, haptic script,

olicana, kiln sans and avant garde.

It's an acrostic.

It's a new word made by taking
the first letters of the other words.

R-h-o-k-a.

- Rhoka?
- Rhoka, yes!

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

into open houses for free
champagne and snacks.

One of them was designed by
an architect named j. R. Rhoka.

All right, Daphne, how many
houses can we find from this guy?

Looks like there's a few in Los Angeles.

How many have pools?

The house rhoka designed in encino.

- Just the one?
- Yes.

Encino. That's gotta be it. Go, go!

We gotta split up and find the pool.

We'll take the back.

Over here!

- Oz!
- I got him.

- Come on.
- Come on.

Come on.

Little bubbles means he's out of air.

- No.
- Come on.

Get him here.

Oz?

- He's not breathing. Come on, oz.
- Come on, come on. Come on, man.

One, two, three, four... oz.

- Come on, oz.
- Come on, come on.

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

Come on. Lift him up. Lift him up.

- Get him up.
- Sit up. Sit up.

Okay. Okay.

- Good job.
- Okay.

How you feeling, oz?

Better than I look.

Always gotta be the center of attention?

Can't help myself.

Don't you dare scare us
like that again. You hear me?

I'll do my best, lieutenant.

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

Stay here. You're riding with me.

Hey, Morgan.

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

was a possible drowning
in Laurel canyon.

Little girl, eight years old,
seconds away from not making it.

Just like me.

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

Yeah.

You okay?

If...

If I can't get over
nearly losing a stranger...

How am I supposed to get over losing

one of the most
important people in my life?

Your dad?

I guess I... I got... I got some...

Some things to sort out.

Hey.

We all do.

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

Yeah, you're no friend of mine.

- I'm also LAPD.
- I know who you are.

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

You asked her to meet
you here today alone. Why?

Answer my question.

Hey. Lower your voice, okay?

Daddy, what's wrong?

Hey, buddy.

Up then. Okay?

I'm just talking to my friend here.

- Hi.
- Hey.

Go on back to bed, okay?

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

- Yeah.
- All right.

- Maybe we should go talk somewhere else.
- No, we're done talking.

Do you have any idea what I
went through to help that lady?

I asked her to come here

so I could give her
something, and that's it.

Okay?

Don't reach out to me again,

because I am not doing this anymore.

I already have a target on my back,

now I got one on my chest.

I don't need my kid visiting me
in a cage, or worse. Understand?

So tell me this, gio,

why did you offer to help
Morgan in the first place?

I got my reasons.

Okay. I can respect that.

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

Last thing I want is for
anything bad to happen

to you or to your family.

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

to do the right thing.

For Morgan.

What else do you have on Roman?

Come on.

The house belongs to
Charles and Jacqueline peck,

who have been in their vacation home

in Cape Cod for the last two months.

But they have a son. David
Roy peck, 38 years old.

And David's twin sister Casey died

when they were ten years old.

Now the pecks have been estranged
from their son since he was 18,

but that was the home that
David and Casey grew up in.

Do we have a current
photo of David peck yet?

Nothing from the dmv, no known
work history, no social media,

- but we're working on it.
- When you get that photo,

I want it plastered on every
major news channel tonight.

Understood? All right.

Now, until this guy is in custody,

it is all hands on deck.

Let's get to work, people.

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

Define "vacation."

Yeah. Does our trip
to west Covina count?

Our carburetor blew, and
we had to stay in a motel 6.

It had a pool. And free breakfast.

That's true. It did. But,
no, that doesn't count.

Well, then zero.

That's right. Zero. It's
all about to change.

- Really?
- Yes.

We're going on vacation. I
just don't know where yet.

Tahiti.

Whoa.

I do like the sun part of that.

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

Any chance we could add
the land of fire to the wish list?

- I don't even wanna know.
- Azerbaijan.

Ooh, but Liechtenstein
is a close second.

This escalated quickly.

Making a run for it.

- Terrible joke.
- It was pretty funny.

Early Thanksgiving?

Pot pies.

That was my favorite when I was a kid.

You guys are very lucky.

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

Thank you. Have a good day.

You too.

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

- Your flirt game is the worst.
- Get in the car.

You gotta work on that.

- Yeah. Tahiti.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hold on, we're not...
Okay. And she walked away.

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

You know what I was thinking?
Something like the Grand Canyon

or central Oregon.

Haven't done that.

I appreciate the gesture,

but Ava and I are too old for this game.

And Chloe's gonna
need a couple more years.

Found a photo of David Roy peck.

From a dui in Connecticut
from two years ago.

This is our guy?

Looks like the sketch was a little off.

- Maybe not.
- What do you mean?

I just spoke with the rehab facility

in upstate New York

where David Roy peck
has been in lockdown

for the past four months.

How is that possible?

Whoever is playing games with us,

it isn't David Roy peck.

Well, then who the hell is this guy?

Hello.

Morgan, I know where he is.

What are you talking about?

Roman. He's alive.