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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 little 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.