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Okay, everyone, this is the game of the year, and we want things to go as

trouble-free as possible.

I want checkpoints at all the major intersections around the stadium and

extra patrols of potential hot spots. If you see anything, step in, make it

nothing before it has a chance to become something.

History is an indicator these bowl games are getting pretty unruly. Got a small

space, huge crowd, an ocean of alcohol, and some die-hard out-of-town fans have

come a long way to root for their team.

Hell Jacks.

Hell Jacks.

Yeah, okay.

Hell Jacks stink, dude.

Hey, who threw the ball?

Huh? Come on, you big bulldogs. Throw it in my face.

Mom, can we just go inside, man? Hey, what did I say about being a puss?

You gotta stand up to these people. Who threw it?

That'll suck.

Huh? Who wants to get Seattle to my face? That'll suck.

Your job is to make sure the only thing newsworthy about this game is the score.

You heard me. A hundred on Seattle.

You sure you can cover it, John? If something happens to your other arm, you

won't be able to run your business.

Don't worry.

I've been following this one. This one's good. I've got you down for Seattle

minus one.

A hundred thousand.

Whatever happens, John, I better not have to come looking for you.

Just make the bet.

You're kidding me.

You're actually going?

Of course.

It's a huge game.

Yeah, but, uh... Oh, wait. You find it so unbelievable that I'm a sports fan?

Oh, certainly I'll be watching.

The pageantry, the struggle, the victory and defeat.

A sport is a link to our tribal past.

I'm surprised you're not more interested.

For me, every game could go either way.

So it's kind of hard to keep track or care anymore.

And here we are in the fourth quarter. Ten seconds left on the clock. The

kicker's lining up. The ball is in.

The kick is no good. Los Angeles has won Seattle.

Come on!

That's an easy kick. L.A. wins over Seattle. And here

we are at the fourth quarter. Ten seconds left on the clock.

The kicker is lining up.

And the kick sails right through the upright.

Seattle has pulled out the victory over Los Angeles.

In one world, the field goal misses by inches. In the other?

It's good.

It all just feels so arbitrary.

Oh, I remember you.

Is everything okay?

Yes.

Fine.

Frankly, now that I can see how easily it can go either way, I wonder why we

get so wrapped up in it to start with.

When you really think about it, does it ever really matter who wins or loses?

So tell me how this works.

I'm awake with my wife, and I close my eyes. I open them.

I'm awake with my son.

And this has been happening since the accident?

So you begin working on one case here in reality, and then suddenly you begin

working another case there in your dream.

It all feels completely real to me.

You can't tell whether you're awake or asleep.

At this very moment. Well, I can assure you, Detective Britton, this is not a

dream. That's exactly what the other shrink said.

When was the last time you saw your brother?

What? Your brother. Um, just before I went to get the car.

We parked far away, and, you know, and, um... With the cast, Rob was so slow,

and so, you know, I left him at the entrance.

When I came back, he wasn't there, you know.

I looked for, like, a half hour or so, and then I called security, and, uh...

And, uh... Yeah, I guess

I shouldn't be that surprised.

What does that mean?

Rob, you know, he's always getting in fights.

Especially after a few beers.

And you didn't listen to him.

And who did you get into it with today?

I don't know.

Everybody.

I mean, you know, he spent just as much time screaming at the people in the

stands as he did the players on the field.

Still, I never imagined... Where were you guys sitting?

Um... G20.

Gotta keep that.

All right, we're going to pull together some of the people who were sitting

around you. Might have got into a rub. You think you'd be able to identify

them?

I don't know.

Like I said, you know, it wasn't like one particular guy.

Rob was sort of a walking brawl. We have to start somewhere.

So we'll arrange accommodation for you for the next couple of nights, and then

when we have something for you to look at, we'll call you in. Is that all

right?

All right, Officer Harbour, and we'll take care of you. Officer.

Thank you very much.

You really have to piss somebody off to get in the cave and have your skull.

Sounds like he's specialized in pissing people off.

Wonder what broke his leg.

Hey, look at this.

Look at the green on his ear.

Somebody left some decoration.

Home team colors.

Great.

Rex, come on. I got dinner downstairs.

Rex, come on.

Let's go.

I'm not hungry.

I know you don't want to hear this right now, but you have to trust me.

There will be other girls.

You said this was about a girl?

Nobody lies in bed all day listening to depressing music because they have a

stomach cramp.

I'm a detective. I know where people are lying.

Then why'd you let me stay home?

I wanted the occasional day in bed myself.

But you get one free pass and this is it.

Tomorrow morning, you're back at school on time. You understand?

All right, move over.

All right.

You want to talk about it?

What?

What? I don't know. Whatever happened with Emma.

I think I just need some more time to myself.

Okay.

I got to go to work for a few hours.

Anyway, there's food on the counter if you need it.

Hang in there, kiddo.

It's going to be okay.

I'll see you later.

Emma. Come on.

Just call me back. Text me. Something.

This place went up really quickly.

The dry cleaning chemicals are very flammable.

Victim appears to have died of smoke inhalation.

Got her name.

Sabina Fernandez.

The neighbor said she worked here.

So you don't think she could have started this fire? No. It was definitely

arson. Someone played with the fuse box, tried to make it look like a short.

We recovered a piece of plastic tubing that contains some sort of accelerant.

We'll run a chemical analysis, let you know if we find anything that might tell

us where it came from. All right.

Thanks.

So what's our next move?

Uh, well, you tell me.

Well, uh, we check the streets for security cameras, ATMs.

Any video from the time of the fire?

Yeah. And then? Then we interviewed the victim's family and friends.

See if anyone wanted to hurt her, like boyfriends, husbands.

Come on, she's living alone in the back of a cleaner's.

If you wanted to kill someone like this, you'd go to the trouble of setting a

fake electrical fire.

She's not the target.

She's just unlucky.

Is there an insurance job?

Sometimes it looks like a duck and it quacks like a duck.

It's the guy with the big knife.

The owner?

Yeah.

And what do we have here?

There's a possible reason why. What do you see here?

A lot of red numbers.

They're bets. Look, it's a ledger.

And you don't write things down in red when you're winning.

Why don't you think he owes?

I don't know.

Hello. Look at this.

Last bet, Seattle over L.A.

100 grand.

Oh. If he would have bet on L.A., he'd still be alive, and we'd both still be

home right now.

I don't know.

I have a feeling whichever way the game went, we'd still be working a case

somewhere.

So, uh, you haven't said anything, and I haven't brought it up,

but the calendar says that, uh, the last day is coming up soon.

That's when the movers are coming. I'll be around. I'll close this case out.

And then what? You're just going to pack up your desk and go? And leave without

saying goodbye?

I'm not huge on goodbyes.

So what if me and some of the guys put something together?

We put something together?

Well, after all the time you spent on the job, the least we can do is take

over a bar, give you a proper send-off.

Maybe. Is that like a yes, maybe?

Sure, fine.

Good evening, Detective Britton and Detective Vega, LAPD.

We're looking for John Coe.

Sabina was part of our family.

She worked for us for the last seven years.

She opened the store every morning.

She was always the last one to leave.

But she never gave you any indication she was staying at the property?

No, she... She was a private person.

Mrs. Koch, can we have a few minutes alone with your husband, please?

We'll be taking a statement from you, too.

Thank you.

How do you think this could have happened?

I caught some neighborhood kids vandalizing the store once.

Had to call the police on them.

You think they would have done this on purpose?

I suppose not.

Are you insured?

Yes, of course.

For how much?

A million.

You recognize that ledger, Mr. Coe?

How much did you owe?

How much does he owe, Detective?

$487,000.

That's also a lot of money.

Detectives, I'm telling you... I'm telling you, Ms. Fernandez's death makes

this a felony murder case.

And we know the fire was no accident.

Now, here's what I think happened. I think you got yourself in trouble. You

dug yourself a deeper and deeper hole, and you panicked.

You had no idea Ms. Fernandez was living there, and you went for the insurance

money.

No, I swear to you, I not...

I have anything to do with this.

Look, I'll take a lie detector test, okay?

If that's what you need.

No, we can arrange that.

All right, good. I'll do whatever it takes to prove to you that I didn't do

this.

Let's assume for a second that you're telling the truth.

Somebody wanted that insurance money.

So who do you owe?

I can't.

You're scared.

Can you imagine how scared Sabina was trapped inside a burning building she

couldn't escape from? This person you describe as a family member.

Now let me ask you again.

Who do you owe?

Don't know nothing about that. Do you have any weapons on you?

No. Mind if we pat you down?

Got the wrong guy.

Yeah. The guy who did this let traces of an accelerant turn out to be

nitromethane, which is a fuel used for tuner cars. Well, you know that because

you manufacture it, right?

Come on, man.

I sell that stuff to anyone that comes in here.

You arrest me, you might as well arrest everyone with a souped-up ricer in L.A.

County. I don't think that they all take bets from John Cohen. I'm sure that they

didn't all break his arm.

Look, I'm telling you, I didn't torture his place.

It's not my style.

Look, we're talking about reasonable doubt.

Unless you put him on the scene, we don't have enough to make the case

stick. For all you know, he didn't actually do it himself. He may have sent

one of his guys.

Well, what do we do with him now?

Well, we'll file for the illegal gambling.

While we hold him, we'll see what we can find. We'll get more.

We'll get pled down to a misdemeanor.

Remember, the fuel from his shop started the fire.

Now, the lab says the chemical signatures are identical. It's

practically a fingerprint.

Kang told us a lot of people had access to the fuel.

Figure out how we got from point A to point B.

Until then, you've got a bookie, not a mer.

Thanks, Marco.

Let's pull the tapes from the store up the street from the cleaners.

But there's no angle on the cleaners. It's just traffic going by. Yeah, that's

what I want to see.

Why?

Kang's got a tuner car place.

Blends his own fuel.

What do you think his boys drive? Buicks?

There, that one.

It's about the right time frame? Yeah.

All right.

We got a plate on it?

No. He just sips right by in profile.

This is it. All right. Let's print it out.

A custom paint job like that's almost as good as a plate.

Let's get a

patrol to start

looking for it. I'll put together a list of everyone in Koreatown that does

custom paint jobs on tuna cars.

Where are you going?

Home to bed. It's what I am.

Don't you think I'd like some sleep, too?

Dad. What's going on?

Emma's lying to me.

There's no way she broke up with me because she caught me staring at Cassie

Anderson.

How do I give her one of those polygraph things?

Well...

Is it giving your ex-girlfriend a polygraph not one of your better ideas?

There's something she's not telling me.

You said you could tell when someone's lying.

How do you do it?

Sign.

Seriously, how do you know?

Liars tend to stiffen up.

Their body language, their arms and feet become... Their movements become

minimal. They cross their arms or they touch their nose or their throat.

They'll avoid eye contact.

They generally get defensive.

If you're telling the truth, you're on the offensive.

Okay.

I think this is good. I can... Hold on.

Wait a second.

Before you go off conducting an interrogation into a breakup...

And I ask you, what do you hope to find?

I just want her to tell me the truth.

Yeah.

No, hold on. Rex, hey, hold on. I'll see you tonight.

Man, what's going on?

You don't want to know.

All right, what's up?

I think we might have got lucky.

Yeah, a motorcycle cop spotted a car in a ditch this morning about 7 a.m. And

the driver was passed out in the airbag.

I don't know how long he was here, but it did not sober him up. He still blew a

.28 on the breathalyzer. So you got a drunk guy in a ditch. Why is he our guy?

Well, his license matches the name on a season ticket holding manifest for G20.

Was he even at the game?

Well, the odds are pretty good on that one.

You can wait in the car, just the seat and mirrors.

Grab back with the cones and we'll do some parallel parking.

First you skip homeroom, then you don't answer my calls.

Why won't you talk to me?

You know why.

There's no way you broke up with me because you saw me talking to Cassie

Anderson. You stare at her all the time.

Everyone looks at her. She's gorgeous, and she dresses like she's in a rap

video. Rex.

Please, tell me to my face that you dumped me because you saw me looking at

Cassie Anderson.

Is that really why?

Yes.

You're lying.

I'm not. You did it again.

Did what? Lied to me.

How do you know?

Does it matter how I know? What matters is that I'm right, and we both know it.

Hey! Hey!

Emma!

Emma, what are you doing? You won't even talk to me.

Emma, please! I don't want to talk about it!

And trust me, you don't want to know. Trust me, I do.

Please, just tell me the truth, and I swear I'll leave you alone.

Well, he was painted green.

And since your brother had traces of green paint on his body, we were curious

if maybe he got into a fight with somebody who was painted green.

Yeah, there was this L.A. fan who did the whole green thing.

You know, my brother got in this guy's face, they started shoving each other,

and they threw a few punches.

But security broke it up really fast.

Does that look like the guy?

I mean, I didn't really get a good look at him.

I mean, he was green.

Thanks. What do you do for a job, George?

I'm an investment banker.

No wonder our country's going in the toilet.

Our people of high finances are painting themselves green.

Who did you go to the game with?

Some buddies from college.

That's why I had the green paint on. It's kind of a tradition, an alumni

thing.

Look, guys, what's going on?

It's a little overkill for a DUI, right?

Is it?

Recognize this guy?

No. Takes a good look.

His name is Robert Jones.

Never seen him.

Funny, when I get in a fight, the guy I'm fighting with usually makes an

impression.

Don't tell me he's pressing charges.

So you do remember him.

We got into it in the stands. It was no big deal. No big deal.

What?

He didn't humiliate you in front of your friends, in front of your banker

buddies, your college buddies?

No. What happened? You put him down?

Did he put you down?

Punch each other, scratch each other, pull each other's hair? What was it,

George?

Did you follow him outside, George?

No.

See, the good news is...

He won't be pressing charges.

The bad news is, he was found beaten to death in the parking lot.

What? Those are some ugly bruises on your knuckles there, George.

And the blood on your shirt.

Where's that from?

Wait, you... You guys think I had something to do with this?

We were just trying to work out how it went from a fist fight in the stands to

a dead guy in the parking lot and you passed out a couple of miles away in a

ditch with a blood alcohol level three times the legal limit.

It looks to us a lot like you're trying to leave the stadium in a real hurry.

No.

No.

I, um... No?

Okay, tell us what happened, George.

I can't.

Can't? Why's that?

I don't remember.

You don't remember.

That's what you're going with. I mean, seriously.

The amnesia's not the great legal smokescreen you might think it is,

George. You have to come up with an actual story.

Look, I was hammered.

Blacked out drunk.

But I wouldn't kill someone just because L.A. lost.

Back into reading.

Movers are coming tomorrow. Just reading about yesterday's game so I don't

embarrass myself in front of the guys at work.

I tell you, Vega's organizing a going-away party for me.

Wow.

I'm amazed you agreed to go. Why?

Because I just know how you hate being the center of attention.

He's like a little puppy dog. He doesn't want to hurt his feelings.

Your ears must have been burning.

I don't know about my ears, but my eyes are pretty tired. I got two hours of

sleep. But I had patrol hit up every paint and body shop in Koreatown and

finally found the one that painted the tuner car that we were looking for.

It was registered to a Korean kid named Jin Sung-doo.

Got some priors, one for gun possession.

Got dropped to a misdemeanor because he's a minor.

Any connection with Kang? Yeah.

He's one of Kang's runners.

Can we go talk to him?

All right, I'm about to leave the station. I want to pick you up.

Where does he live?

Koreatown. With his grandmother.

Hello?

LAPD. The Jin Sung Doo home?

Ma'am, I understand you want to protect your grandson, but we have a warrant for

his arrest, so if you want him to be safe, I need you to open this door now.

Clear Clear

Let's get this shot, girls.

Yeah, 8 o'clock.

If we're here, the whole place is going down.

All right.

How is Danny?

Danny Evidence, Danny Motor Pool.

Evidence? Says his sister works at this restaurant in Hollywood, has this

amazing roof deck.

Says she's gonna give us a deal to rent it out tomorrow night for the party.

Mechanical bull?

Does that sound like fun?

Sure.

Keep staring at that thing like he's gonna tell you something.

Detectives, he's got a few broken ribs and a subdural hematoma, but he's

stable. Can we interview him?

Yeah, just keep it short.

Thanks.

Agent Sun, remember us?

We have enough evidence linking you to the fire that killed Sabina Fernandez to

secure conviction for murder.

Now, you're Juby, but you'll get tried as an adult, so that's going to get you

25 to life or a death sentence.

So this is a serious conversation.

It may be your last chance to do something good for yourself for a long,

long time.

Now, I don't think you acted alone, and I'd like to be able to tell the DA that

you cooperated.

And maybe he'll go easy on you, but you have to tell me who hired you.

And don't worry about Kang.

trying to hurt you or your grandmother.

He's not gonna be able to touch you from prison.

This is your last chance to help yourself.

Gang's not the one who hired me.

No?

No.

Okay, then who hired you?

It's the police.

Detectives, please come in. Thank you. Can I get you some tea?

No, we're good. Thank you.

We have a suspect in custody who confessed to setting the fire.

I think you know him. His name is Jin Sung-doo.

Kang sends him around every week to settle my account, to pay out or

collect. Mostly to collect.

So you were right about Kang.

He sent Jing Sung to burn down my store.

Not according to Mr. Du.

But he works for Kang.

He says he was working for someone else that night.

You want to tell your husband or shall I?

Tell him what?

That you hired Mr. Du to burn down the store.

Me?

That's crazy.

That you promised him $25,000 of the insurance money.

He's making this up.

So Ken doesn't hurt his family.

He's lying.

Is he lying about the three calls you made to his cell phone last week?

Because that's what the records show.

I understand you were trying to dig your husband out of trouble, save the

business. I suspect you did not know Miss Fernandez was sleeping on the

property. But I promise you that lying to us now will only make things worse

for you.

Sumi.

I beg you to stop.

But you wouldn't listen.

Even when they hurt you, you wouldn't listen.

What other choice did I have?

Sabina died in that fire.

And I'm the one who has to live with that.

If you even call that living, I keep seeing her face scared to death.

Ma'am.

Stop it!

Stop it!

We're placing you under arrest for the murder of Sabina Fernandez.

It's your right to remain silent.

Hey, the victim's mom and surviving son are waiting to claim the body, wondering

what the holdup is.

Frankly, so am I.

I had to pull this from SID.

Why?

Because I think we're looking at the wrong guy.

I'm listening.

We found this next to his body, so we assumed it was his, right?

And it's also his team.

Look at him.

Big, beefy guy.

So what?

So I knew something was bothering me, and I realized this morning what it was.

Put it on him.

There's no way that's his.

Okay.

So if it's not the victim's hat, whose is it?

Then will you please call Aunt Sue?

Please call her.

Look, guys, I don't know what's going on, but my mother, she's been through a

lot, okay? And I should take her home.

I'm afraid she'll have a lot more to go through before the day is over.

You can tell your mother whatever you want, but we have to talk to you.

Now.

Why am I here?

Why do you think you're here, Kenneth?

I don't know.

Let me tell you what Detective Byrd here thinks happened.

We know your brother Rob was violent, that he got in everyone's face.

Yeah, I know, I know. I'm the one who told you that.

Yeah, but you didn't tell us that he was abusive to you.

We had witnesses at the stadium that said he was pushing you around.

That must have been humiliating.

Must have made you feel small and weak in front of a crowd like that.

Sure, he was hard on me, but you know, that's what big brothers do.

You said you went to the car afterwards? You couldn't find it?

I couldn't.

That's not what we think went down.

Here.

Do me a favor.

Put that on.

Put it on.

I'll put it on for you.

Fits, right?

It fits like a glove. Yeah.

See, we found it next to your brother's dead body.

After you killed him, you grabbed the wrong calf.

No.

I have the same hat. Different sizes.

You took his, you left yours.

Kenneth, we already pulled the hair samples.

We know you killed your brother, and you were going to let an innocent man take

the fall.

Here's the only question left. What do we tell your mother?

She's outside waiting to take Rob's body home.

When this all comes out, and it will all come out, we can tell her one of two

things. That she raised a cold-blooded killer?

Or that her son made a mistake.

That he's human.

That he was provoked.

That he was bullied.

And for once in his life, he stood up for himself. I didn't mean to kill him.

I swear I didn't.

During the whole game, he kept slapping me in the back of the head and calling

me a girl.

Because I wouldn't stand up for him during those fights with the other fans.

And then after, after the game was done, it got really bad. You know, we were

walking back to the car, and I told him to stop, and he wouldn't.

And he pushed me on the ground, he got in my face, and he called me a pussy,

and I... I felt this loose brick underneath me, and I just grabbed it.

And I...

Dad.

Hey, what are you doing here? Is everything okay?

Can I talk to you?

Yeah, sure. You want to sit down?

Is there soda or something? Is there someplace more private?

Okay.

What's going on?

Dad, I got her pregnant.

How far along is she?

She lost it.

She never told me.

This whole time I've been acting like an idiot and she's been dealing with this

and the whole thing.

I mean... It's all my fault.

Well, you're both responsible.

No. She was always smart about protection and...

I know when it happened.

In the very beginning. And... I didn't have anything.

And I... I told her it would be okay and she wasn't... Max. She

wasn't sure.

And... And I promised her it would be fine.

And it wasn't.

How is she?

She says she's fine, but she hasn't told anyone.

She's just been dealing with it alone.

She said she didn't think I could handle it.

And she was right.

What's wrong with me? There's nothing wrong with you. You're a teenager.

You just reacted like one, that's all.

Don't be too hard on yourself.

How do I fix it?

Well, you have to let her know that when she needs anything... If she needs

anything, you will be there for her.

Let me grab my bag and look at you, huh?

Did you watch the game?

They almost won.

There was this one play.

This one field goal.

And it missed by a few inches.

Just that one little thing.

One tiny little thing.

And this could all be different.

I just texted her and she said she wants to come over.

Hey, listen, you know you said that you knew when it happened?

Back in the beginning.

When was that?

Just before mom died.

And said she found out just after the funeral.

Why?

Where are you going?

I had them want to wake you.

I gotta go out for a while.

The movers are coming to help start packing today.

I know.

I'll be back.

Emma? Emma?

Hi.

Hi. Uh, um, Michael. Yeah, Mr.

Britton, hi.

I... I was at the funeral.

Could we... I'll catch up with you guys after.

Bye. See you later.

What are you doing here?

Uh... I want to ask you a question.

It might be completely inappropriate.

Are you?

By any chance...

How

did you know?

It's Rex's.

I thought about calling.

I just... It's okay.

It's okay.

It's gonna be okay.

Hey. Hey.

Oh, can you tell them how to get the ladder up into the attic?

Guys, can you give us five, please?

Just give us a minute.

Thank you.

There's something we need to talk about.