All language subtitles for High.Potential.S02E13

Psst.

-Change of plans.
-No way, man.

We gotta.
It's a Astren supercar.

Zero to 60 in 2.4.
One of only eight in the world.
Worth freaking half a--

Half a mill. That's exactly
why we shouldn't take it.

Want to become a legend or not?

Create user profile.

Hard pass.

Pairing with Elba's phone.

No, no, no, no, no.

Self-driving mode activated.

Rerouting.

Ooh.

Huh...

- That sucks.
- Yeah.

What are we looking at?

Well, given the skid marks
and the exotic car--

Carjacking gone wrong?

That's part of it, at least.

-Is there another part?
-Yeah.

He's also got a bullet in him.

Huh...

So far, no gun on site,
no wallet on the vic, no phone,
and unfortunately...

-No face.
-Yeah.

The car left
his face unrecognizable.

They'll fingerprint
the body at the morgue,
but for now he's a John Doe.

A good Samaritan, maybe.
Happened to walk by,
interrupted the heist,

-and the thieves took him out.
-Sure.

Except that makes
absolutely no sense.

-Because?
-Well, you tell me.

What order do you think
things happened in?

Our car thieves mow down
a pedestrian, which would
definitely kill him,

and then they shoot
him for good measure?

Or the opposite.

They shoot this man.

Kill him.

And then run him over
to try and kill him twice?

Point taken, Gillory.
I have absolutely no idea
what happened here.

Judging from these grass
stains, the guy was doing
some kind of outside work.

Wh... What was that?

Something's setting off
my allergies.

That was weird.

Look, I'm Glen Gannick.
I own the place.

I understand.

That's my name on the wall.

Let the guy in. He's the owner.
His DNA and fingerprints
are all over anyway.

Go ahead.

Detective Karadec, LAPD.
Morgan Gillory, consultant.

This is awful.
I heard someone was killed.

Yeah, well, just to warn you,
it's pretty gruesome,

but if you're willing,
you mind taking a look,

see if you know the victim?

Of course.

Oh, my God.

I don't think
it's anyone who works for me.

- Beyond that, um, I couldn't say.
- -Hmm.

You know, if you have access
to those cameras,
I'd love to see your footage.

Uh, of course, I can pull it up
for you in my office.

- We're not done talking
about that sneeze.

Here's the moment the thieves
lost control of the car.

-Right, but women can't drive.
-Wait a second.

Can you go back a bit earlier?
Maybe a shot of where the body
was found.

Oh, yeah.
There's a camera over there.

Okay. So John Doe
was down with the gunshot
before they arrived.

-Then who shot him?
-Go back a little bit.

Okay, play it back.

- Huh...
- Oh.

So the killer shot
our John Doe somewhere else
and dumped him here?

I did not consider that option.

So someone shoots this
John Doe somewhere else,

breaks into the dealership,

and plants the body, wanting
us to find it this morning?

-Looks that way.
-Any idea where
the shooting took place?

Not yet. No reports of gunfire
in the area last night.

Tough to know where else to
look without the victim's ID.

Our John Doe's fingerprints
weren't in the system,

but whoever killed him
dumped his body a few minutes
before the thieves arrived.

Oh. Huh.

And the events are unrelated?

Until something says otherwise,
it's just bad luck
for the thieves.

But a coincidence
that could work in our favor.

Yeah. We're hoping our Vin
Diesel wannabe saw something.

Maybe John Doe's actual
shooting or whoever dumped him.

Good news is Morgan
saw some things at the scene

she thinks might help us
track down one of the thieves.

I sent her out with Oz.

Sounds like she was right.
They're bringing the guy back
right now.

Does that rash
on your face hurt, Elba?

You need us to get you
some salve to soothe it?

I have a skin condition. It's
not nice to make fun of it.

Oh. What about you being
a really bad car thief?
Can we make fun of that?

Look, man, I get it.

I'm sure on day
one of car thief school,

they teach you,
"Don't talk to cops."

But when you add up
breaking and entering,

destruction of property,

attempted grand theft auto
and destroying a corpse.

If I were you, I would
really be begging for a deal.

But the good news
is you don't have to beg.

All we're interested in
is identifying our John Doe.

So if you saw anything
that'll tell us who he was
or who shot him,

we'll put in a good word
with the DA.

Unless we pick up your partner
first and he takes the deal.

You just met our consultant,
Morgan Gillory,

when she and Detective Ozdil
picked you up.

Let me explain to you
how easily she found you.

The first thing she noticed
was the green clay dust

on the floor mats
of the supercar you crashed.

She recognized it
as tennis court clay,
which meant you play tennis.

Car thief and tennis buff?
You're a complex man, Elba.

Or maybe you just belong
to a club as a way to case out
fancy cars to steal.

Either way, there are
only two tennis clubs in LA
with green clay,

so Morgan's next question was,
which one?

Then she spotted an oval
of scalp moisturizer

that you left on the headrest,
which told her you're bald.

According to her,
the grease was the good stuff.

Expensive,
with cold pressed jojoba oil.

So, of those two clubs
with the green clay,
she assumed you'd go private.

And then there's the airbag.

Yeah, that rash on your face,
it's called airbag dermatitis,

and it's a reaction from
getting smacked in the face
when an airbag is deployed.

From there, Morgan just
identified the one bald member

at the fancy tennis club
with airbag dermatitis,
and here you are.

You should know, Elba,
Morgan's out there

looking for your partner
the same way.

Care to gamble on whether
she'll find him just as fast?

Okay. Okay. Your...

Your John Doe,
the only time I saw him last
night was in my headlights

when we were
flying towards him.

That car
should be illegal, man.

Lost control from the jump.

It was nuts.

Yeah, I'm sure
that was traumatizing.

You said the only time
you saw him last night,

are you saying
you've seen him before?

Bunch of times.
Walking around the neighborhood
while we were casing the job.

I'm sure of it.

The face is burned
into my mind, I'm gonna
have nightmares for months.

Was he always on foot?

He probably lived nearby.

What do you say, Elba? Mind
sitting with our sketch artist?

Put a face on John Doe?

-Hi.
-Hey.

-Are you home for the night?
-I am.

The car thief is talking
to a sketch artist about
a guy with no face.

Huh?

- Nothing.
- Is that Mom?

-Hi.
-Hi. Sorry,
I can't talk right now.

- Hmm.
-Well, I should take the whole bag.

Yeah. Grab the whole bag.

- What you doing?
- Homework.

-Really?
-Yeah, really.

Elliot's doing
some science experiment

and it's making Chloe
very happy.

So, I moved out here
to get away from the noise.

I kind of love it. Sorry.

Should we do baked ziti?

Yeah, sure.

And after that,
could you drive me
to the Oberlin Design Center?

Oberlin Design Center?
Why? What's that gonna cost me?

Think of it as an investment.

I heard about this night class
for high school kids
who want to get into design.

I thought I'd check it out.

There's an application fee,
but it's not much.

Hey, cool it on the balloons
for a second, please.

Okay. Tell me more.

I just realized
I should start thinking about
what I wanna do with my life.

Okay. I mean, I love it.

I just... I'm not used to you
voluntarily signing up
for a class.

I know, but some of my friends
are leaving for college,
and, I mean,

I like art, I like drawing,
and I thought I'd sign up
for a design course.

Yeah.

-Mom, if you can't drive me,
just say so.
-No, I can. I can drive you.

I just...

Wow, senior year is really
creeping up on me faster than
I thought it was going to.

And you're doing homework
without me telling you to,

and looking into colleges,
and signing up for a class.

Mom, if you're gonna turn
it into a whole thing,
I'm not going.

I'm not gonna make it a whole
thing. And you're gonna go,

'cause it's an awesome
idea. I just...

...might start crying.

Aw... Mom, don't do that.
Here,
I'll help you make dinner.

Help me make dinner?
What is happening?

Go boil some water.

Familiar to you at all? No?

All right. Thank you so much.

Excuse me, ma'am, have
you seen this gentleman before?

-No? All right.
-No.

Thank you so much.

Do you know this guy?

Uh, nah.

-You haven't seen him at all?
-Mm-mmm. Mmm.

Mm-mmm.

I'm telling you, that's me.

And I'm telling you it's not
because this guy's dead.

But thanks for your help.

Hey.

I spoke to three people
on this block who say they
see our guy on the regular.

No name or address though.

Then maybe won't take
another three hours.

Yeah.

What?

You're gonna rupture
something sneezing like that.

Well, if that's the cost
of not spreading germs,
I'll die happy.

Okay.

My allergies were acting up
this morning over the vic.

Hmm...

There's only a few things
I'm allergic to.

Chard pollen is one of them.

Swiss chard?

Yeah.

I think we found our John Doe.

-"Tomatoes for tots."
-Mm-hmm.

He was teaching kids
how to garden.

Name's Joaquin Herrero.
Got an address too.

Right nearby.

Someone popped it.

Eyes sharp.

LAPD!

Looks like we found
our original crime scene.

Yep. Single bullet hole.

I'll get forensics out here,
maybe find the slug.

Judging from all these papers
he was grading,

looks like Mr. Herrero
was a professor.

The killer broke in,
shot him here,

and then moved his body
to the car dealership

for reasons still unknown.

Got units en route
to secure the scene.

- Forensic team
should be here in 30.

Excuse me, ma'am.

Detectives Karadec
and Ozdil, LAPD.

You mind if we ask you some
questions about Mr. Herrero?

Oh...
...why not?

What did the crunchy professor
do this time?

Well, what Mr. Herrero did
was get himself murdered,
but go on.

Sounds like you
didn't like the guy.

Oh, God. How? When?

Sorry,
can we back up to your name?

It's, uh, Katie Millay.

Right now we don't know much,
Katie, but it looks like
he was shot last night.

Did you hear anything?

No.

I'm sorry about
how I started before.

I've been trying to sell my
house and get a bigger place.

Uh, Joaquin was making that
hard for obvious reasons.

No. They're not obvious to us,
but maybe you can fix that.

You don't know any of it?

The man was an eco-nut.

We saw he was
an ecology professor.

Yeah, that wasn't the problem.

Not a day went by
he wasn't protesting something.

The oil wells, water standards.
And I get it.

I was with him
for most of it, but,

when you tell people
that the neighborhood
is covered in toxic waste,

that's gonna affect
your neighbors.

Yeah, and their property
values, I suppose.

Can anyone vouch for
your whereabouts last night?

My boyfriend.

But you think I killed him?

I'm already down 10%.

What do you think
a murder next door
is gonna do to my sale price?

This toxic waste
Mr. Herrero was going on about,

was it a general allegation
or did he refer
to someone specific?

You tell me.

That specific enough?

Joaquin was a real thorn
in Gannick's side.

Posting flyers,
comments online.

Said Gannick was dumping waste
from his service center
all over the neighborhood.

This place is filled
with used transmission fluid,
coolants, brake fluid.

Proper disposal fees are steep,

and Joaquin accused Gannick
of dodging them.

Yeah, well, I see
what he's talking about.

Joaquin's rants
were affecting Gannick's
bottom line.

That could be motive.

Good morning. LAPD. Any idea
if Mr. Gannick's around?

Uh, he's inside. I'll let him
know you're looking for him.

Also, you got some,
uh, toxic green goo leaking
out of one of those barrels.

I'll let a mechanic know.

I'm computer diagnostics,
not auto waste.

He's on his way out.

Computer diagnostics?

-You don't say.
-What are you doing?

These cars are basically
like a big high-tech
supercomputer, right?

Built in nav systems,
they store and report
all kinds of data.

Yeah. More than you know.
It's like iPhones on wheels.

Mm-hmm.

Let's say, hypothetically,
a mom comes in looking for
a car for her teenage daughter

who might be going
to college fairly soon.

Just how much would this mom
be able to spy on this kid's
every single move?

If you have access
to her user profile, 100%.

Where she's going,
how fast she's driving.

-You name it.
-I like that.

-Thanks for the help.
-Mm-hmm.

Now, uh,
conflict of interest aside,
you want to purchase a car

from a polluter
and our murder suspect?

Because that does not sound
like your style, Gillory.

I wouldn't be buying it
from him.

If this guy's our killer,

all these cars are gonna be
impounded and auctioned off

-at a fraction of the price.
-Hmm.

You don't think
I thought it through?

Detective. Back with an update?

You might say that, yeah.

Interested in buying something?
I'd love to see you
in one of my cars.

It's so weird, we were
just talking about putting you
in one of ours.

Mmm?

You do realize
I'm being framed, right?

You saw the video.

Who in his right mind
would kill a guy somewhere else

and then dump the body
at his own workplace?

Which is why, for now,
we're just asking questions.

Our murder victim,
Joaquin Herrero,
posted these photos online

of disposal guys you hired
dumping waste on the side
of the road.

Made a pretty big fuss
about it too.

Accused you
of knowingly getting the,
uh, don't-tell-me discount.

And judging from the number
of owner specials
you were running,

it looks like he was hurting
your business.

Your sales were tanking.

I go through
rough patches all the time.

That's no reason
to kill someone.

Mmm. Not always, no.

But in your case, you're also
building a second location.

It takes millions
to set up a fancy showroom,

so Joaquin's attacks
must have been extra rough.

That waste hauler you
were talking about, my client
fired them a month ago,

as soon as Mr. Herrero's
allegations came out,

- with a statement of remorse.
- Which I meant.

If those guys were doing
what Joaquin said,

I had no idea,
and I'm still mortified.

My client did these things,
by the way, despite these
photos proving nothing.

They're blurry.

They could be of anyone
dumping something somewhere.

None of which exonerates him.

No, you're right.

A civil court did that.

Mr. Herrero sued for a personal
injury, my client countersued.

A judge ruled
entirely in our favor,

even issuing a restraining
order against Mr. Herrero,
which he was obeying.

He stopped the harassment.

Look, I feel awful about
what happened to Joaquin
and about the illegal dumping,

but I had no reason
to hurt him.

That chapter was done.

My client
is clearly being framed,
and you walked right into it.

So you agree?

- Glen Gannick was framed?
- Hard to argue.

The guy's motive was
in the rearview mirror and
it sure feels like a frame job.

And this waste hauler,
worth looking at?

Gannick was the only one
named in Joaquin's civil suit.

Don't see what the hauler
would gain in killing him,

which is why we're
looking for other motives.

Any money troubles,
roommates, significant others?

What little family he had
lives out of state.

Oz and Daphne
are canvassing the school
where he used to work,

but so far, it seems
like he was well liked.

A supportive teacher
who walked the walk
for the things he believed in.

I respect that.

Now that said,
not everyone loved him.

During the civil case,

the defense had plenty
of character witnesses
against Joaquin.

Morgan and I
are gonna pop over to the
courthouse in the morning

and see if any of them
hated him enough to kill him.

Ava, you okay?

You sent, like,
three siren emojis.
This better be an emergency.

Okay, to be fair,
I didn't say emergency.

-I said urgent.
-Okay. So, what's urgent?

I needed to show you this
while we're still alone.

Where is everybody?

Ludo took them
to get ice cream,
but this came in the mail.

I thought it was a college
pamphlet so I opened it--

Buddy, I'm excited
about this college thing too,
but I was at work--

No, no, no, Mom,
you're not understanding.

This isn't about me.

This is for Elliot?

I knew you'd want
to see it before he does.

They're inviting him
to some prep school on the
East Coast, like, as in now.

You waking up?

That's good.

We're going for a ride.

All right.

They're inviting Elliot?

Yeah, on the other side of the
country, and he'll be twelve.

He's an exceptional kid.

I know. I'm not arguing that.

Well, what do you know
about this Morland Academy?

I looked it up.

It's this fancy prep school
in Connecticut for gifted kids.

They're super prestigious
and expensive, and they're
offering him a full ride.

Any idea how they got his name?

No. I mean,
maybe his test scores?
They're through the roof.

They probably have
a... a dress code, you know.

They wanna tell them
what to wear, what not to wear.

Okay. Elliot isn't you.

I know that.
I'm very well aware of that.

In fact, he's so much younger
than I was when I was his age.

Yeah. But isn't part of you
wondering if this might be
a good thing for him?

Well, of course I am.

That's what makes it
so terrifying.

Look, I get it.

I couldn't have
imagined sending my girls
out of the house at that age.

There's no right way
to handle it.

You want your kids to grow up.

You want them
to be independent--

Well, yeah,
of course, but not right now.

He's so little.

I haven't even taught him
how to throw a punch yet
or hot-wire a car.

I'm supposed to send him
out in the world?

So, maybe you're the one
who's not ready?

Have you asked Elliot
what he wants?

No.

Well then, you don't need me
to tell you what to do next.

I know.

I'll talk to him.

LAPD.
We're looking for Judge Lyne.

Judge Lyne should be back
from lunch soon. Is there
something I can help you with?

We're here about a case
the judge oversaw recently,

hoping we can ask him
some questions.

Joaquin Herrero
versus Gannick Astren.

The plaintiff,
Mr. Herrero's been murdered.

-Mr. Herrero's dead?
-Very.

Sounds like
he made an impression.

Well, yeah.

When a guy
comes to a courthouse
and threatens a judge,

you remember his name.

What would he have threatened
the judge about?

According to Mr. Gannick,
he accepted the ruling
and got on with his life.

I'm not sure about that.

Mr. Herrero was upset
that the restraining order

around Mr. Gannick's
dealership included his garden.

He wanted a carve-out
to use it.

He threatened a judge
over vegetables?

I didn't hear the details.

Judge Lyne pulled him
behind closed doors fast,

but Mr. Herrero
sounded unhinged.

He kept saying he would
tell the voters the truth,

then the judge
would be finished.

Any idea what that truth was?

Like I said,
Mr. Herrero sounded unhinged.

Herrero was unhinged.

What's this about?

Judge Lyne.

Detective Karadec,
Major Crimes.

This is our consultant,
Morgan Gillory.

You mind if we ask you
a few questions?

And you're looking for what
from me exactly?

Your take on the character
witnesses who testified
against Mr. Herrero.

Maybe one of them
had an axe to grind.

You realize this case
wrapped up a month ago?

Hmm.

And is there something
I can help you with?

Hmm... "Lunch, stew."

Stew a person or a food?

It's recurring in your calendar
every week.

Lunch stew.

According to the date and time,

you just got back from either
meeting with a Stew
or eating it.

So, which one is it?

Uh, Morgan,
where is this going?

Maybe he's got a good spot.
I don't know.

It's gotta be
a pretty fancy one though,

because this
is part of a paper band
that banks use to wrap cash.

The colors of the bands
are standardized

ranging from hundred-dollar
stacks of singles

all the way up
to ten grand in hundreds.

But this color, violet,
means two grand in twenties.

Now your chambers
are very tidy, so hats off
to your cleaning staff,

but that tells me you dropped
this this morning, right?

So, why would a respected judge
like yourself

be carrying around bands
of cash on this lunch stew day?

Stew is an old friend
from law school who hasn't had
the success I've had,

so I take him to lunch
every now and then,
throw him some cash.

None of which
is any of your business.

Absolutely true, Your Honor.
You know, we should get back

-to this witness list.
-No, I think we're done.

Care to explain to me why
you were antagonizing a judge

who could tank
my entire career?

Antagonizing?

-No, I was practicing
self-control.
-Oh.

Yeah. That judge
could have killed Joaquin.

And you think that why?

Smell your hand.

Vanilla?

Rubbed off on your hand
when you shook his.

His moisturizer?

Her body spray on his body.

-Oh, his wife?
-I don't think so.

No, I saw...

his real lunch sitting
on top of his assistant's
desk, which tells me

His Honor uses his lunch
break for something else.

He's having an affair?

Well, judging by the poorly
blended makeup on his neck

that was covering what looked
like marks from a collar,

I think our judge
had a standing date.

-Uh...
-He was paying
a dominatrix for sex.

-Oh.
-And remember, the clerk said

Joaquin threatened to expose
the judge to his voters.

So, you think somehow Joaquin
found out about Lyne's habit,

so Lyne had Joaquin
killed and framed Glen?

Makes sense.

Lyne had just presided
over their case.

He would know
that Glen is a great patsy,
but we'll need proof though.

His car's right over there.
You want to follow him,
do a stakeout?

Could go for some doughnuts.

We're not gonna tail him,
at least not now.

It's Soto.

We just got a tip
about Joaquin's neighbor.

All right. We're stopping
for doughnuts first.

Looks good.
Thanks. Pack it up.

You got it.

Anonymous callers
say they saw Katie

hiding that gun
and blanket through the window.

Ballistics will compare it
to the gun we found,

but the gun's the same caliber
that shot Joaquin.

I've never seen
that stuff before.

I'm being framed!

We're getting a lot of that.

Hey, guys. Check this out.

Katie emailed a real estate
agent over an hour ago.

Said she wanted to put an offer
in to buy Joaquin's house.

Probably a pretty good price
drop thanks to his murder.

She mentioned
the reason she wanted to sell
was to have more room.

Maybe when Joaquin's rants
made selling hard,
she found another way.

- Hmm.
- Mm-hmm.

You don't buy it?

It's just very convenient.

Someone spots her moving
evidence right around the same
time she sends this email.

Yeah, and why is
she moving the gun at all?

With all the blinds
and curtains open
for all the world to see?

Because sometimes criminals
make mistakes, Morgan.

Okay, but on the other hand,

if someone did break in here
and plant that evidence,

they could've also sent
this email from her computer
to seal the deal.

Okay, can we all come back
down to Earth?

The woman had motive.

The murder weapon
and a bloody blanket we all
know is gonna match Joaquin

was found in the house.

Plus the techs have been
all over this place,
frontwards and backwards.

No signs of a break-in,
no picked locks.

I mean, how,
hypothetically, did this
magician get in and out?

Right here.

- Here what?
- Check this out.

The putty is all
bubbled up over here.

I mean, I guess it
could have dried like that,
but nope, that's fresh.

-Maybe a few hours old.
-Meaning?

Meaning Katie was framed,
and here's how they did it.

A professional
popped this window out...

planted the evidence...

then re-puttied the window
and disappeared just
like he was never here.

So, we're looking for a
professional window installer?

Had to bring all his tools,
so he probably
was in his own truck.

Plenty of intersections
around here have traffic cams.

We spot a window truck
that didn't have a job
in the area at that time,

we might have our guy.

So D'Arby Winters, traffic cams
put you on Katie Millay's block
for 20 minutes today,

yet I don't see
a job in the area.

Care to explain
what you were doing there?

Who's Katie Millay?

I don't know her.

Okay. How about Joaquin
Herrero? That ring a bell?

You feeling okay?

Can we get you anything?
Some water, tea?

I don't think
tea's gonna do it.

Yeah, I don't either.

Find anything?

Yeah, sealant's a match,
but it's a common brand.

The rest of the truck's clean.

Mmm. He wasn't. See that guy
in there? Poor guy's going
through withdrawals.

Yeah, well,
he did have prior drug charges.

Came out in a child custody
battle with his ex-wife.

Yeah, but do we think
that's significant?

The guy's got
no connection to Joaquin,
no connection to Katie Millay.

Think he's a random hire?

Somebody paid him
to plant evidence,
used his addiction as pressure?

I'm being framed.

Who's Katie Millay?

This case wrapped up
a month ago.

These cars store
and report all kinds of data.

It's like iPhones on wheels.

Sort of.

Not quite, but almost.

Is this D'Arby's personal car?

The techs are checking it too.

Another Astren.

Am I crazy or did the judge
drive an Astren too?

He sure did,
and you are not crazy.

You just figured it out,
didn't you?

Glen Gannick
was telling the truth.

Someone did frame him.

That's my name on the wall.

But he's known
who this whole time.

So you don't
have to worry about that.

So those are all the standard
features, but obviously
you can bump all that up.

Back to make a deal?

Oh, we'll see what happens.

Mind if we take a peek
at this guy?

Uh, sure. Should be unlocked.

Oh... Look at all that room.

You could fit a body in there.

But you know that.

Are you serious?

We already covered this.
Somebody framed me.

We did. We did cover it.

And yes, you're right,
someone did frame you.

It was you.
You framed yourself.

That's insane.

Why would anybody
frame himself for murder?

Thank you so much for asking.

We normally just have
to launch right into it.

Karadec, why would someone
frame themselves for murder?

A few days ago,

you found yourself
with a very good reason
to kill Joaquin Herrero

that had nothing
to do with what you've been
fighting about publicly,

namely he found out that
you're a serial blackmailer.

Yeah, cars these days,
they store all kinds of data,
don't they?

They know where we're going,

they know who we're
calling when we're in there,

they know how fast
we're driving.

You needed money to build
that new dealership of yours,

so you used that gold mine
of information

to squeeze your customers
for money and favors.

D'Arby Winters
was a drug addict.

He knew that he could
lose custody of his child

if anyone found out
he was still using.

Judge Lyne had his own
little secret that you used

to have him rule in your favor
when Joaquin sued you.

The thing that connected
the two of them?

They both drove Astrens
that they bought from you.

We already knew Joaquin
clashed with Judge Lyne
about his garden.

We suspect he also came
to appeal to you,

but instead he spotted
you shaking the judge down
for money.

No, it's a perfectly
reasonable request.

Twenty thousand dollars?

That's a lot of money.

We believe he confronted
you about what he saw.

So you broke into his house
and you shot him.

Problem was, given your beef
over toxic dumping,

you knew you'd be
our prime suspect.

So you planted Joaquin's body
in your own showroom

knowing it would look
like a bad frame job.

This is ridiculous.

I heard that you found the gun
in a neighbor's house.

Oh, we'll get to that.

When Judge Lyne got the sense
that we were sneaking up
on his secret,

he tipped you off.

That's when you sent
the window guy to frame
Joaquin's neighbor.

How could I possibly be
blackmailing all these people?

Dealers can't see
any of that data.

- It's all locked away.
- Right.

And that's where Molly, your
head of diagnostics, comes in.

See, when we first met her,
I saw that one of her tattoos
was a hacker emblem.

It's called a glider.

I didn't think much about it
at the time.

But once we had our suspicions
about what you were doing,

we brought her in for a chat.

She flipped, Glen.

Told us she helped you
gather all that data.

Now, as for our interest
in this particular car.

Molly's statement helped us
get a court order
for your fleet's data.

It shouldn't surprise you to
hear this car was at Joaquin's
the night he was killed.

And when we compared
that driver profile
to the data in your own car,

it was a perfect match.

That means that you were
the person driving the car
that night.

Now if you'll excuse us,
we have a car to search.

Hi.

Hey.

I thought I heard Ella
down the hall.

Well, I figured
you'd be dining on PowerBars

if she and I didn't cook up
a little something.

-Hmm.
-Besides,
I think I recall you saying

that I make the best filet rôti
you have ever had.

-I hope you still got it.
-Sir.

The table is set,
the wine is breathing.

And I've been trying to
warm this place up a little bit

before she files a complaint.

Is there something wrong
with my apartment?

No. It's just so you.

Or at least
the you I knew from the past.

I don't know what that means.

It means that your place
still looks like somebody
has yet to move in.

- Oh.
- Yeah.

But I am kind of digging
the whole, uh, four-star-hotel
vibe you got going.

Okay. Okay, I get it.

I don't know,
actually, I just...

I didn't used
to spend much time here.

Hmm. What changed?

I guess maybe now I have
more reason to come home.

Mmm. I like the sound of that.

Okay.

I can tell there's more coming.
Let me have it.

-What? Am I that predictable?
-I mean...

Fine!

I was in Lafayette Park
today and Carthay Circle,

and I might have
taken a peek at a few places.

Hmm...

So, uh, you were
apartment hunting?

Uh, one was a house, thank you
very much, and hunting feels
like a strong word.

Exploring, that's all.

Oh, okay.

Look, no pressure.

And yeah, I don't want
to rush this either...

but this feels different.

-You feel different.
-Mmm.

What changed?

I think it has a lot to do
with my new partner.

-Right, Morgan.
-Mmm.

She just helped me see
some things about myself
that, uh, I didn't.

Mmm. I'll have to thank her.

So, Lafayette Park...

-Mm-hmm.
-That's, uh, the neighborhood.

If you see something
you like...

You mean it?

I do.

You'll come see it?

Eventually.

But...

But what?

I wanna be honest with you.

-Um, I'm starving
and dying of thirst...
-Oh, my--

-...so if you could
just go over there...
-That is not funny.

- What?
- It's not funny.

It's a little funny.

I like where this is going.

So do I.

- Pretty crazy, huh?
- Yeah.

Morland's
a feeder school to MIT.

Yeah. That's really
impressive, Elliot.

And I wanna hear what you're
thinking...

...but I wanna make sure
you've got all the information,

so, just... just let me
talk for just a second, okay?

Connecticut's
really far away, right?

Like, um...
Like a whole continent away.

2,890 miles.

It sounds even worse
when you say it in numbers.

Yeah, that's...
really far away from me.

I know.

And I know that's probably just
me not wanting to miss you,

-so maybe
that's selfish but--
-Uh, Mom--

Just, more importantly,

I wanna make sure
that you get to be a kid
for as long as you can.

You're super smart, right?

And that's a very cool thing
about you, but it's not
the only thing about you.

You're so much more than that,

and I don't want anybody
painting you into a box
or rushing you to grow up.

Okay. I'm... I'm done. Go.

I...
I've already decided not to go.

Oh, thank God!

Wait, you already
knew about this?

Ava told me,
and we talked about it.

I wanted to know
what she thought.

Oh, yeah?

And what did Ava say?

Uh, well, she said
that the school is still
gonna be there next year

and the year after that.

That the experience
isn't going anywhere.

But this experience,
being here with you guys,

I only get
to experience this now.

You got a pretty smart sister,
you know that?

-She's the best.
-She is the best.

-I love you.
-I love you too.

You know, when it's time,

it's gonna be really,
really hard to let you go.

Gotta get that.

But afterwards,
should we go out to dinner?

-Yeah, that sounds great!
-Okay.

Hey, Elliot,
come show me the balloon thing.

Hey, what's up?

There's a development
you need to know about.

Arthur Ellis is in custody.

Unis found him off a noise
complaint standing over
a badly beaten man.

It's the man in the photos
in Roman's backpack,

the one Arthur
said attacked him.

Oh, my God.

Arthur said
he was gonna find him.

Oh, he found him all right.
He put him in the hospital.

We're waiting to
get to talk to him.

But there's more, Morgan.

According to what Arthur
says he got out of him...

he's the man who abducted
Roman 16 years ago.