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Yes! Hit him!

Hit him again!
Kill him!

- Kill that son of a bitch!
- Uh, do you wanna just--

Yeah! Break his face!

Come on!

So...you must hit
a lot of guys, huh?

Well, I'm a cop, so it comes
with the job sometimes.

It's only ever self--

That is so hot. I would love
to see you hit someone.

Oh. Uh... maybe.

'Ready. Fight.'

'Let's go.'

Whoo! Whoo!

Charlotte Mitchell was her name.
She was a book writer

writing a book.

Got control
of the crime scene.

It's gonna be
a wide suspect list.

Get statements from

all the security guards,
vendors, and attendants.

Find out who could
get backstage.

Right. It's gonna be
hundreds, at least.

Look, uh, just to be clear..

...I don't own this arena.

I simply promoted the fight.
I have no liability here.

What was Charlotte Mitchell's
connection to you?

She was writing a book
about this fight

about my guy Manny Flaco
and Rowdy Merriman.

She said it was
a microcosm of whatever.

I...I figured any P.R.,
for my boy Manny is good P.R.

That's the kind
of kid he is.

Got the initial report
from the ME.

Shot twice, close range.

'Had a purse,
money, jewelry all intact.'

Estimated time of death.
8:30, 9:00 p.m.

That was right
in the middle of the fight.

When was the last time
you saw Ms. Mitchell?

We were supposed to sit
together during the fight.

She didn't show up.

Sir, why are you staring
at me like that?

I was staring?

Oh, I'm so sorry.
My mind was elsewhere.

That's Charlotte Mitchell,
right? And you're, uh..

And you're
Leonard Artash, promoter.

Let's go talk
to the fighters, shall we?

Really?

Well, Rigsby just told us
it wasn't a robbery.

We know it wasn't sexual.

Looks like it was in cold blood,
so not a crime of passion.

What's that leave us?
I'd bet your pension

this has something
to do with the fight.

But Manny and Merriman
were in the cage.

- When she was shot.
- Are you a detective?

- No.
- Well, then..

Manny Flaco, you're the man.
You were fantastic in there.

Messed him up
like he was dog meat.

You're gonna be champion
of the world. You hear me?

'Champion of the world.'

Gotta deal with this now?

Yes, ma'am, we do.

What's the problem, Mia?
Who are those guys?

- They're cops.
- Oh, come on now. Can it wait?

Let the kid enjoy his win.

Talk to him after he
checks in with the doctor.

I don't need the doc.

Hey, better safe
than sorry, right?

Manny's got nothing
to do with this.

Nothing to do with what?

Charlotte Mitchell was murdered
earlier this evening.

Charlotte murdered? Oh, my God.

Just stay cool.
Don't get excited.

She was found shot to death
in a service corridor

underneath the arena.
It happened during your fight.

You knew and you didn't tell me?

Manny, come on. You know
we're trying to protect you.

Listen, I didn't wanna
spoil your night.

Who did this?

That's what we're
looking to find out.

You liked her a lot, huh?
This lady, uh, what's her name?

- What's her name?
- Charlotte Mitchell.

Yeah, I liked her.

Everybody liked her.
She was good people.

Yeah, she was.

Okay.

Great.
Well, thank you.

Uh, where's Merriman's room?

Oh. So we're
done now, are we?

Oh, I'm sorry.
You have some questions.

- Yeah.
- She has some questions.

You don't wanna
go back there.

These aren't the droids
you're looking for.

Argh!

Tough night, huh?

Uh, listen.
Consolation-wise

you know what Nietzsche said?

Was uns nicht umbringt,
macht uns staerker.

Man, who the hell areyou?
You know what?

I don't even care.
Get your butt outta here!

I'm CBI.
I'm investigating a murder.

- Oh, you're a cop?
- Well, not officially.

No, man, screw murder.
I got a robbery to report.

That little fanny-pack Flaco
wouldn't have won dip

if he didn't have
the stinkin' ref in his pocket!

Son of a bitch was
head-buttin' me the whole night!

Ouch.

- Who got murdered?
- Charlotte Mitchell.

No kiddin'?
The book writer?

Damn. That's messed up.

Ain't gonna be
no book now, I guess. Huh.

They rape her as well?
She was kinda hot.

Hello?

Either you're
a genius manipulator

concealing your
complicity in the case.

Or you're a...
dimly lit clown.

Which is it?

You were right, big man.

'Say that again,
you son of a bitch!'

Why don't you get back here, see
what runnin' your mouth's gonn--

Hey!Hey!
Leave him alone.

He's a cop.

Uh-huh. Uh-huh.

I'll get back to you.

Ballistics came back.
9-millimeter weapon.

Rifling patterns
and striations on the bullets

indicate the gun used
to kill Charlotte Mitchell

was also used in a murder
back in 2001.

The weapon
was never recovered.

The killer was a man
named Joe Reyes.

Got out eight months ago.
Early release.

Cho's still working through
suspects from the arena.

Take Rigsby
and talk to Reyes.

Find out what happened
to that gun.

I'm gonna go talk
to the victim's father.

Rigsby's busy.

With what?

Mr. LaRoche
is interviewing him.

Oh?

A man named Todd Johnson
was murdered

while in CBI custody.

Yes. Cop killer,
burned to death in his cell.

I just wanted to get
your opinion on some things.

You were an arson investigator
before coming to CBI, right?

Yeah, in San Diego.

Yeah.
Are you familiar with..

...pyrophoric igniters?

Sure. Liquid or solid?

Used in conjunction
with a xylene accelerant?

- Overkill, I'd say.
- Really?

And the fire safety system
here in CBI..

...easy to access
and deactivate?

Top of the line
ESFR system? No.

Bypassing that
took real know-how.

You could deactivate it,
couldn't you?

Yes, I could.

Are you accusing me?

Are you confessing?

Your father is
Steven Robert Rigsby.

Yes, he is.

What does he got to do
with the investigation?

Used to be affiliated

with the Iron Gods
Motorcycle Gang, yes?

Well, you know he was.

Yes, I have his sheet here.

Robbery.

Narcotics.

Assault.

Manslaughter.
Quite the rascal.

Look, I have nothing
to do with my father.

Nothing at all?
No card at Christmas?

Nope. We don't talk.
I don't know where he is.

'LaRoche.'

You're supposed to inform me

when you talk
to one of my people.

That's not a right.

That's a courtesy
we extend on occasion.

Well, in the future

I'd like you to extend
that courtesy to me.

Thank you, Agent Rigsby.
That should do it.

♪ Shall he lead ♪

♪ Every foe is vanquished ♪

♪ And Christ is Lord indeed ♪♪

- Amen, amen.
- 'Amen.'

Welcome. We have newcomers,
brothers and sisters.

Make 'em feel welcome.

Joseph Reyes?

My gun? A-a woman was killed
with my gun?

Same one you used
back in 2001.

So you just cannot
escape the sins of the past.

All you can do is ask
the Lord's guidance

and you know, keep on, man.

Did you know
Charlotte Mitchell?

No, ma'am, I did not

and I don't have that gun
anymore either.

Got rid of it back when
you shot that guy?

'What did you do with it?'

I gave it to a lady friend
of mine at the time.

What didshedo with it?

That I don't know. I haven't
seen her since my arrest.

What was the lady's name?

Uh, Dawn.
Dawn May.

- Address?
- Don't know.

Like I said, I didn't look
for her when I got out.

After finding my faith,
I realize I had to turn my back

on all my evil ways
and all the people

that could possibly
lead me back there.

Alright.
Thanks for your time.

Why did you kill that man
back in 2001?

If you don't mind
my asking.

I don't know, ma'am.

It was foolishness.

Look, I-I did a lot of
bad things back in the day.

And that was just the one
they caught me for.

This is God's plan.

'Here it is. I found it.'

'Good, good, good. Okay.'

- 'Hold it up.'
- 'Dad.'

'No, come on. Hold it up.
Higher, higher, higher. Okay.'

'It's just a town hall report.'

'No, it's your first
newspaper article--'

She was a good girl.

A fine human being.

We're sorry for your loss,
Mr. Mitchell.

Hmm. Thank you.

Would you mind terribly if I
just took a little look around?

Uh, no, uh, not at all.

The kitchen is, uh, there,
and her office is this way.

These..

...are her notebooks.

She kept good notes.

'I taught her that.'

I apologized to her
only last week

teaching her
a dying profession.

Journalism's dying,
you know.

All this..

...internet.

Uh, maybe we should go in
the living room, Mr. Mitchell.

Uh, yeah. Um..

I'll take this.

I'll be right there.

Can I get you something
to drink, Mr. Mitchell?

Some water, maybe?

Yeah. That would be
very nice, thank you.

'It's newspaper articles.'

No, I've been published
in real newspapers before.

Those were
not real newspapers.

- Yes, they were so!
- 'No, they weren't.'

'Now, okay.
Alright, alright.'

'Now I want you to read
from it.'

- 'Come on. Read from it.'
- 'I'm reading it.'

'Oh, ha ha. Out loud!
Go on!'

'"Grove park
Interim Mayor Joyce Franklin'

'"presided today
over the opening'

'"of a brand new senior center'

'named for retiring Councilman
Sam Chapin."'

'Uh, there.'

'Read the whole thing. Come on.'

'"The center will serve
the grove park community'

Jane. Jane! Get in here.

Heart attack. Ambulance.

Mr. Mitchell.
Stay with me.

'And a heavy right by Mervis.'

Thanks. Let us know.

The doctors say Tom Mitchell
had a major cardiac arrest.

Hmm. I could have
told them that.

They were able to stabilize him,
but he's still unconscious.

They're gonna keep him
in ICU until he wakes up.

Poor man.

- Ooh.
- Went down and stayed down.

Oh, yeah.

Now, I've been looking
through Mitchell's notebooks.

Aside from a whole bunch
of stuff about the dangers

of mixed martial arts
fighting and blood markers

she was looking
for a fight fixing angle.

- What do you think?
- Merriman took a fall?

Yeah, I can't see it.
It's worth killing over, though.

A lot of money to be made
on a sure thing.

We should talk
to the promoter Artash

see what he has to say
about fight fixing.

Mr. Artash?

Alright, 60-40 split.

And an option
for his next three fights.

Hey, alternatively,
go eat a shoelace.

Hey, I want the deal
done by Friday.

Call me back.

We got it!

Manny fights for the title,
six months' time.

$2 million purse.

Ha. Can I pick 'em or what?

You see that kid
with the long hair?

He's gonna be my next champion.
Mark my words.

Fight fixing, what can you
tell us about it?

No, that doesn't happen.

The board finds out everyone
involved is done...forever.

And you need a fighter
willing to take a dive.

- Which Merriman isn't.
- No?

Egotistical jerk like him?

Come on!
Stick the jab and shoot it.

Stick and shoot!

Get off the ropes!

Your fighter looks bigger
and stronger.

- Shouldn't he be winning?
- Well, he's slower and dumber.

You're Floyd Benton,
aren't you?

Didn't you train
Manny Flaco?

Used to, until he got
too big and smart to learn.

Come on, son of a bitch.
Stick it! Move! Come on!

- Ah. Police officer.
- How'd you know?

Police and fine women
always think they got a right

to be wherever they're at,
and you ain't no fine woman.

I'm here
about Charlotte Mitchell.

Yeah. Poor girl.

You think it was
about the fight?

What do you think?

I think if it wasn't
about the fight

you wouldn't even
be here.

What aspect of the fight do you
think would motivate murder?

You're the detective.

What, am I supposed to do
your job for you?

What if I do your job
for you?

Is that a fair exchange?

- Shoot.
- Artash's prospect has a tell.

He taps his forehead before
he throws a right uppercut.

When he does that,
your guy

should step to the right
and throw a hook.

Huh.

Damn, if you
ain't almost correct.

You got a good eye.

Well, thank you.
Now it's your turn.

Charlotte Mitchell...who
killed her?

Don't know.
But I will say this.

There's more to Manny Flaco
than meets the eye.

Oh, and what's that?

Just a vibe I get.

Does that vibe have
anything to do with the fact

that he fired you
as his trainer?

I'm a bigger man than that.

Okay, listen up. Come here.
Come here, come here, come here.

Listen, the man there..

There she is
Joe Reyes' old girlfriend.

Keep on going, alright.
Come on now. Keep movin'.

Dawn May?

- We need to talk.
- What's this about?

You remember a guy
named Joe Reyes?

We need to know what happened
to a gun he gave you.

Could you guys keep it down?

People around here
might get upset

if they knew about
my past business.

The gun...what'd you do with it?

I gave it
to my cousin Bobby.

I-I don't know
what he did with it.

Where's your cousin Bobby?

Dead. Got blown up in Iraq.

Excuse me.

What's it's all about?

- Hello?
- 'Am I in trouble?'

Agent Rigsby,
this is J.J. LaRoche.

Where are you?
We need to talk more.

- I'm working a case.
- 'When are you coming back in?'

Well, I couldn't say.
It's an active case.

I could ask Agent Lisbon
to bring you back.

'Should I do that?'

I'll be there in an hour.

Two kids I'm trying
to raise right who don't know

the kind of life
I used to lead.

Ma'am, we won't speak
to your children

about this
unless we need to.

- You ready?
- Yeah.

Thank you, ma'am.
We'll be in touch.

Thank you.

Says she was at
a parent teacher conference

the night before last.

Should be easy to check.

Anything wrong?
Who called?

Nothing. Nobody.

You said there had been
no contact.

But phone records show
six phone calls from your father

between June and July
of 2008.

What does this have to do
with someone burning

a cop killer to death
here in CBI?

Nothing...directly.

But it does speak
to character.

You're questioning
my character?

Did you know there are
criminological studies

that posit criminality
as a heritable trait?

Like eye color
or a baritone voice.

Wh-what?

I just mean, it may not be
your fault, Agent Rigsby.

You may simply be predisposed
to criminal behavior..

...scientifically speaking.

Look, my father called me

about a mix-up
with his parole officer.

Was I supposed to ignore him?
Hang up?

And did you forget
that conversation

or you just chose
not to speak of it?

I forgot.

Are we done here?
I think we're done.

Hey. I got something.

A security guard had a run-in

with Charlotte Mitchell
before the fight.

She was trying to get
into the dressing room area.

Didn't have the right
kind of access laminate

so he wouldn't let her in.

She got agitated,
made a scene

and he threw her out.
This was at approximately 6:30.

6:30?

And that puts her
in the arena an hour

before the ME's estimate.

Yep, and that means
Flaco and Merriman

both had opportunity.
They're suspects, too.

Bring 'em both in. See what they
have to say under questioning.

Okay.

Mr. Merriman, your associates
are gonna have to wait outside.

- Oh, they're cool.
- They're cool outside.

Hey, Flaco, you little punk,
you used plaster wraps,

didn't you? I know a little punk
like you don't hit that hard.

Mr. and Mrs. Flaco,
why don't we talk in my office?

Come on, babe.

Oh, now you running
away, Manny?

Just like you did
in the cage, huh?

Two million people saw me
kick your butt. Live with it.

Oh, hell, no. Come on.

Control yourselves,
both of you.

Look, either of you try
anything,

and I'm gonna put you in cuffs.
So let's just calm down.

and get back
to business.

I think you like,
getting beaten up.

A little masochistic
streak there, huh?

Thanks for that.
Thanks.

Break it up, guys!
That is enough!

Hey, take it easy!
Take it easy!

Break it up!

Come on!

Knock it off!

Knock it off!

What the hell
is going on here?

Do you people even know.
What you're doing?

- Can we sit down, Mr. Lima.
- No!

Not until you tell me

why you're set Manny
up to get jumped.

Mr. Lima, how we conduct
interviews is not your concern.

It is if
it endangers my fighter.

Manny shouldn't have
been called in here

anyway he's grieving
for Charlotte.

We just need to ask
him a few questions.

Now, please,
take a seat.

Why? I mean, you got,
the man you want already.

You mean
Rowdy Merriman?

You saw him.
He doesn't like it

when he doesn't get
what he wants.

and he didn't get what
he wanted from Charlotte.

- And what didhe want?
- Guess.

Nah, I didn't kill
the writer lady. Why would I?

I've looked at
your rap sheet.

There's a history
of violence against women.

Pfft. Man, if I slap a bitch,
It's 'cause she asked for it.

Bitches like to get slapped.
Don't ask me why.

Did, Charlotte Mitchell,
ask for it?

No, she didn't.

But I askedher
though, you know? Huh.

You know,
she was like,"ew!"

You know,
I disgusted her, man.

Nice, clean, college lady.

She rejected you.
How'd that make you feel?

Like, I had to call another
bitch, to break me off a piece.

which I did.

And she was researching,
you and Flaco.

Maybe she found out,
something about you

you didn't want
anybody to know.

Man, you know what?
I got nothin' to hide.

I'm straight up thug,
and I'm proud of it.

You know, what they
gonna say about me that

ain't already been said, huh?

Now, that little, Mr. Perfect

he's the one got
secrets to be hidin'.

Flaco, what's
he got to hide?

I mean, he was knocking boots
with that writer lady, for one.

Doggin' on that nasty,
little wife of his.

You have proof of that?

Proof, man.
Ask the punk, dude.

He'll be like, ooh, ooh, ooh.

Yeah, go ask him.

Mr. Flaco?

Do you want your wife present
during your interview?

Normally, we do this alone.

I need her here.
I got no secrets from, Bea.

Okay, what was your relationship
with Charlotte Mitchell?

She was writing a book about me
and Rowdy, about the fight.

Which started when?

Since I started
training for the fight

Six months ago.

And how about when,
you weren't training?

What does that mean?

Don't act dumb, Manny.
She wants to know

if you were
sleeping with her.

What?No.

Look at me when
you say that.

Honey, I wasn't
sleeping with her.

Honey? huh, please.

So he's sleeping
with her. So what?

- Bea--
- No. I don't wanna hear it now.

We've been together
since I'm 13.

Married since 17,
four kids.

You think I don't know
what's going on?

He's a professional athlete.

I blame it on the women,
men don't know any better.

'And you know what? Manny's
good. He doesn't go all crazy.'

Butwe do have the nurse
at the physio clinic

'The two waitresses in Vegas,
the girl at Len's club--'

Where were you the night
of the fight, Mrs. Flaco?

Backstage. I-I, can't take it
when Manny's fighting.

I wait until it's over.

Was anybody with you?

Yes. Plenty of people.
There's always people around.

But yeah, you know what?

I could have sneaked off,
and killed the lady.

Only I didn't.
We done?

For now.

- Bea, come on.
- No, no, no.

- Don't be mad.
- Not here.

You want to talk
to Floyd Benton.

The lady was gonna write,
about how he dopes

his young fighters
at his gym.

That's why we took
Manny, out of there.

Where were you the night
of the Flaco, Merriman fight?

At the fight. I had to buy
a ticket. You believe that?

Charlotte Mitchell,
asked you about steroid use

at your gym, correct?

Beatriz Flaco.

She hasn't liked me, since she
was a little girl, in pigtails.

What's Beatriz Flaco
got to do with this?

She told you that crap.

We heard from
numerous sources

that Flaco, fired
you as his trainer

because you were
pushing steroids on him.

No onewas pushed
to do anything.

But there was,
steroid abuse

and Charlotte found
out about it, right?

Big scoop.
Athletes get juiced.

Steroid abuse is a crime.

So arrest me.
I won't resist.

I've done far worse things
than abuse steroids.

I wouldn't hurt a lady, over
some picayune nonsense like..

...steroids?Please.

They all had motive,
and they all had opportunity.

Hmm. What about
the notebooks?

I read her last,
six months of notes.

There's nothing useful
that I could see.

- Could I take a look?
- Be my guest.

Excuse me, agent.

Mr. Reyes,
what brings you here?

Look, I just saw on TV,
the lady who died

that, her father just
had a heart attack.

- Now is he gonna be okay?
- I'm not sure yet.

- He's in ICU.
- Hmm.

What's up, Mr. Reyes?

Look, I-I lied before.

Take a seat.

Thanks.

Go ahead.

When I told you, I don't
see Dawn anymore..

Well, I do... see her
every now and again.

Y-you know,
for old times' sake.

Hey, why not?

You people got me thinking,
about that damn gun

and all the mess it's caused,
so I went to see Dawn

and she told me,
she told you, she gave that gun

to her cousin Bobby,
who passed.

That's right. We can't
track the gun past him.

Yeah, well, it's not
true, what she said.

She didn't gave that gun
to Bobby, god rest his soul.

She just said that
because Bobby's dead

and he can't deny it,
you know?

Well, she didn't wanna
get into trouble.

Whatdidshe do with the gun?

Frank Lopez.
We need to talk to you.

CBI? I ain't never been
questioned by the CBI. Guys.

Thank you.

- What you got?
- Ten years ago.

A woman named, Dawn May
gave you a 9-millimeter handgun.

- She did?
- Do you still have the weapon?

Why do you ask?

Well, the gun was used
in a murder two days ago.

Oops..
Dawn May..

That name's
not ringing any bells.

What kind of gun was it?

- Nine-millimeter.
- Oh, Yeah! yeah.

It was a nice weapon.
A Glock. Yeah, Dawn.

Skinny, crazy girl, heh..
What happened to Dawn?

Oh, she's fine.
And the Glock?

- Oh, I lost it.
- You lost it.

Yeah. Four years ago,
at a club called, uh

Narcissus.
You know it?

There was a scuffle. I had
to run out after some punk.

Next time I look,
the 9 was gone.

It was a nice weapon,
but what can you do?

Uh-huh. And, uh,
where were you, two nights ago?

I was here. Any one
of these guys will tell you.

You don't believe me?

You can lie-detect me.

I ain't worried.

What'd you get?

That guy LaRoche, he wants
to talk to me

wants me to come in.
What'd he talk to you about?

Okay, look, uh, I have
to tell you something.

Um... I should've told you
before, but I didn't.

Two years ago,
my dad called me

and he was getting hit,
with a parole violation.

Seen consorting
with known criminals

and he was looking at
a full 20-year bit, in Folsom.

So you alibied him out.

Yeah. I said he was
with me at the time, but..

...I'm family.
So the parole officer

wanted to know if there
was anybody else there

you know, who could
verify it, and... I said you.

What?

It just came out
of my mouth.

I swear to god, if I could've
taken it back, I would've.

But they never
checked back with you

and everything seemed fine,
so I just forgot about it.

until LaRoche started
questioning me.

So you involved me
in your perjury

and now PSU
is investigating it.

If LaRoche finds out
about this, my career is over.

Yeah, it is, unless I lie
as well, back you up, right?

I'm sorry, man. I know
I've put you in a bad spot.

I've been a cop
close to 10 years.

Never lied to another cop,
not once.

Look, I'm not asking,
for you to lie now.

I just want you to do
what you think is right.

Yeah.

So what are
you gonna do?

I'm not lying for you.

'Manny Flaco will be fighting

'for the middleweight
crown on Cinco de Mayo.'

'It will be a second
American revolution.'

'What a country.'

'Where else can a kid
from the Barrio'

'and a son
of Armenian immigrants'

'come together to make
something like this happen?'

'Me, a guy, who five years ago,
owned a few parking lots'

'and a couple of restaurants
and nightclubs?'

'And a kid who
never graduated high school.'

'But we had a dream, and
today that dream is a reality.'

'God bless America.'

Anything on Mitchell's notes?

Not a thing.

Manny Flaco, is challenging
for the middleweight crown.

Len Artash,
just announced it.

- What are you doing?
- Going to talk, to Len Artash.

Aren't you coming?

'Pull the guard!'

- Reverse, reverse, reverse.
- Watch the guillotine!

Artash, got some
questions for you.

- You were born in America, yes?
- That's right.

- And your parents are Armenian.
- Yes. Why?

- What was your father's name?
- Arik Artashian.

- What's your father's name?
- Floyd.

Uh-huh. And your mother?

Nancy.
What is this about?

Nancy, doesn't sound,
like an Armenian name.

No, it's not. It's what
she called herself

when she got
here to America.

What was she christened?

Nargiz.
And do you have--

Nargiz. I bet that means
something beautiful.

It's a flower.

Either of you
recognize this?

No, what is it?

It's Charlotte Mitchell's
notebook.

You know what that says?

What about you?

No. What do
you think it is?

I don't know. Some kind
of coded shorthand, most likely.

Doesn't matter. Uh, I'll bet
her father knows what it says.

Doctors said that,
Thomas Mitchell

has taken a turn for the better.

Uh, expected to regain
consciousness

in 12 to 24 hours, right?

Right.

So there we have it.
Thomas Mitchell will tell us

what this says, and then,
I'll bet we will find out

what Charlotte, learned
that got her killed.

I went through
that entire notebook.

There wasn't
any shorthand in it.

Really? How weird.
Wonder where it came from.

You served in the military,
didn't you, Agent Cho?

Yes.

Rangers?

Special forces.

Ah. Hmm.

So... you understand
the concept of honor.

That's an affidavit
that Wayne Rigsby signed

saying that you and he,
spent an afternoon

with his criminal father.

You remember that day,
Agent Cho?

Agent Rigsby
initially claimed

to have no contact
with his father

then became evasive when
confronted with his falsehood.

Looking into it,
I... discovered that

Wayne provided an alibi that
kept his father out of jail..

...and you were part
of that alibi.

So..

...I just need you to confirm..

...on your honor..

...that you
were indeed there that day.

Yes, I was.

I was there with,
agent Rigsby, and his father.

Okay.

Good.

What did you do that afternoon,
the three of you?

Give me some details.

I don't recall.

Nothing at all?

Strange.

I was there.

I'll swear to it.

You need me to sign,
something to make it official?

No.

That won't be necessary.

That'll be all.
Thank you, agent.

I told him I was with you.

Alright, let's go.
We've gotta get to the hospital.

Jane and Van Pelt are
already there. You guys okay?

Let's go.
I'll explain on the way.

All clear in Mitchell's room.

Hallway's clear.

All clear here.

Wait a minute.

I think I saw Reyes.
He's headed your way.

I see him.
Cho, cut him off.

Mr. Reyes..

What are you doing here?

Um, I was just coming
to pay my respects.

No, you can't be here.
We have to leave now.

Wait. I didn't mean anything.
What are you doing?

Don't argue, Mr. Reyes.
Right this way. Come on.

Mr. Lima, put your hands on
your head where I can see 'em.

Mr. Mitchell, left
the ICU yesterday

but I'll be glad to pass on
your best wishes.

Whatever. You got nothing.

That notebook shorthand
crap, won't fly in court.

True enough.
I happened to write

that notebook
shorthand crap myself.

Charlotte Mitchell, was murdered
because she discovered a secret.

I simply had to convince
the killer that the secret

didn't die with her.
Et voila.

And this should
fly nicely in court.

- You got it all wrong--
- Save it.

This is the gun,
that was used

to shoot
Charlotte Mitchell

and you're the one
who killed her.

Mm-hmm-hmm.

You can have
these back now, Mr. Mitchell.

I, uh...I'm sorry.

But I-I scribbled,
in one of those.

That's, uh, how we caught

the man that shot
your daughter.

I hope you don't mind.

No, no. That's, uh..

So...um, it's over?

Y-you've solved the case?

Yes. Now we're just
tying up some loose ends.

Never, never would've figured,
Suge Lima, as a murderer.

Yeah, that's terrible.
Shocking.

Yes, it is.

What for?
Why'd he do it?

So, uh, is there
anything I can do to help?

'There is, actually.'

Your mother's name,
the, uh, the flower?

Yes. Nargiz.

Nargiz, which means...narcissus

same name as your club,
named it after your mom.

Yeah.

Club Narcissus where
Frank Lopez lost Joe Reyes' gun.

Yeah, the one he got
from Dawn May.

That one.

Who?What?

You don't know the guys, but we
know how you got the gun

that Lima used to kill
Charlotte Mitchell

and you're under arrest.
Stand up.

The only thing we don't know,
is why you had to kill her.

And that's what
we're gonna find out.

Mr. Flaco, do you remember
around a year ago

giving blood to be tested?

Sure. Results came back

said I was as healthy as
a horse. Suge told me.

Suge lied.

He and Artash,
submitted the samples

under Suge's name, instead
of yours just in case.

Markers showed
a high level of protein

that indicates cranial bleeding
and spinal leakage.

Oh, my god.

'Charlotte Mitchell
figured out the switch.'

I know that blood sample
was Manny's not Lima's.

If Manny gets in that cage,
he could die.

What the hell are
you talking about, lady?

And how'd you get, your hands
on those tests?

Stop the fight, Len, or else..

Alright, alright.
I'll stop the fight. Calm down.

We got a problem.

Those sons of bitches.

They risked Manny's life.

No MMA authority would let him
in the cage if word got out.

It'sonedoctor's opinion.
He looks fine to me.

Do you really think
you'll get away with this?

I will tell everyone.

Let go of me.

It's gonna be fine, baby.

We're gonna make
it through this.

You gotta feel for the guy,
He lost his livelihood.

Meh. Lost a life of
getting hit in the head

but he got his marriage back.
Seems like a fair trade to me.

Aren't you the romantic.

Makes the world go round.

Hey. Cho..

...thank you.

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