All language subtitles for Major.Crimes.S04E15.The.Jumping.Off.Point

That is much better than yesterday.

Well, it has to be,

otherwise, they'll never let me go home.

I've told everyone here

that I am bringing you back to my place.

No, enough is enough.

I... I can't keep being
a patient at your condo.

Lieutenant, good morning!

You ready for a walk around the block?

That's it. You've got it, Lieutenant.

You don't have to keep
calling me lieutenant, okay?

Ohh, are you gonna arrest me

for calling you lieutenant, Lieutenant?

A month ago

I was going to the gym
about four times a week.

Ohh, how are we doing?

Who's this "we" you're talking about?

Okay. All right.

Andy, if you fall and break something,

you'll be here even longer.

Come on. Okay.

Good point.

I don't want to fall.

Nothing on the fifth level.

Meet me on the fourth floor.

Where are we?

Still looking for the guy's car.

Huh. Why us for a suicide?

We're covering for
Central's Christmas party.

Ah. 'Tis the season.

All right, how long ago did the guy jump?

Body's in full rigor,

so I'd say he hit the ground

sometime between 9:00 and midnight.

Driver's license says he's Kyle Gillan.

20 years old. Address in Valencia.

Kind of far from home.

Well, I don't suppose he left a note.

No, but I'm not so sure
the guy jumped, Lieutenant.

And why do you say that?

His fingernails are
cracked, and underneath them,

in addition to the dirt,

it looks like a little
bird poop from the railing.

So he was either attacked by pigeons

or he changed his mind

and tried to grab the
railing on the way down.

And I have a very, very
important dinner this evening.

Very important.

Sykes, we found his
car on the fourth floor.

See? Drove up. Dropped down.

Wait, hold on. He's missing a contact.

Oh. Damn it!

Don't move.

Sykes, inform the troops, please.

Hey, guys, you need to look
for a contact lens up there.

I have it.

If the contact lens is here,

it popped out before
Kyle went over the edge.

No cellphone anywhere,
but the kid had a towel,

a yoga mat, and a bottle of
coconut water in his car, so...

Maybe he'd just gone to the
gym for a pre-suicide workout.

Uh, Lieutenant.

What is it now, Buzz?

I was filming the dirty
hood of the victim's car,

and there are scratch marks
in the dust, right here.

You know what, that looks
like fingers dragging

as the kid's being pulled to the edge.

That's the dirt under his nails.

And here's the bird shit.

And here's some blood.

So the murderer was pushing
the victim like this.

Maybe Kyle fought back.

And maybe one of the two cut themselves.

Okay. Okay!

Let's assume that it was a murder.

Imagine.

Um, Buzz,

see if you can find the security video.

I want footage of every
car that entered and exited

this parking structure last night.

Oh, and congratulations, Sykes.

You've ruined a perfectly good suicide.

Kyle Gillan drove into the
parking structure at 10:18 P.M.

And another 23 vehicles
entered half an hour before

and after the approximate time of death.

And the garage has monthly tenants,

but there's also a dance club
across the street called Twist.

Saturday is their busiest night.

Have we identified any of the drivers yet?

All but someone in a
Porsche with no plates.

There's lettering on
the empty license frame,

but it's pretty blurry.

The car enters at 10:28 P.M.

And then at 10:41 P.M., the Porsche exits.

13 minutes.

Not enough time for a quick drink at Twist.

There's no mystery here.

He died of massive blunt force
trauma caused by the fall.

- He's so young.
- Mm.

How is it that his head
and face are still intact?

Because he landed feet-first.

The force of the impact

transmitted from his crushed heels,

through his legs,
shattering his pelvic ring.

These bones, then, were
driven into his abdomen,

where they punctured a
lot of important stuff.

And I removed the victim's fingernails

because they normally
just don't crack this way.

- Unless you're fighting for your life.
- Agreed.

What about the blood we
found on the parking sign?

- Was it Kyle's?
- Mm. Nope.

It's type "O," and Kyle's type "B."

Your victim wasn't bleeding
before he hit the ground.

If we find the killer,
at least we'll have DNA.

What else do we know about Kyle Gillan?

No criminal record.

The only address we have is from the DMV...

His parents' house in Valencia.

No cellphone, no credit cards.

He never filed taxes,

but then he was only 20 and living at home.

Well, maybe his parents can tell us

why he was in L.A. last night.

We haven't heard from
our son in over a year.

Uh, at least I haven't.

Don and I are no longer living to...

We're separated as of 10 months.

And, no, I haven't talked to Kyle, either.

Mr. and Mrs. Gillan, is
there any particular reason

why you've lost touch with your son?

Yeah, because he stole from me.

Don, please.

Carrie, do you expect me to pretend

that Kyle's not a delinquent to the police?

Kyle only wants his independence.

No, what Kyle wants is to smoke pot

with his burnout friends and never grow up.

Last year, I get a charge on my credit card

I don't recognize, and it's
for a $3,000 television.

When I confronted him, Kyle screams at me,

saying I never loved him,

all kinds of ridiculous bullshit...

Screaming, okay?

The truth is we couldn't
manage him anymore.

You mentioned Kyle's burnt-out friends.

Did you ever see any of
them driving a Porsche,

or their parents, maybe?

I don't know. Why?

Yeah, why does that matter?

What... what has Kyle done, exactly?

Mr. and Mrs. Gillan

we are very, very sorry
to have to inform you

that your son last night
fell off the fourth floor

of a parking garage.

And unfortunately, died from the impact.

He fell?

D... did he jump?

- No.
- Damn him.

Why did he fall?

- Damn him.
- Are you...

Are you ser... are you serious? Did...

I tried to teach him self-respect.

- I teach him...
- Our son is dead!

Oh, god. I... I, um...

Oh, I can't be in the same
room with him. I can't.

Is there any place that I can go

just be by myself just for a second?

- Sure. Go.
- Just to be away from...

- Go... it's what you always do.
- No, that is not true!

- This way, ma'am.
- Get her out of here.

Mr. Gillan, I apologize,

but if you could just list

the names of Kyle's friends,

we need to contact them,

and also any enemies he may have had.

Enemies?

Kyle was his own worst enemy.

Excuse me.

The post office had a
forwarding address for Kyle.

He was living a block
away from where he died.

Stanwick Apartments. One
bedrooms start at $3,500.

Two bedrooms... 5 grand.

Kyle was estranged from his parents.

He had no job. Never filed taxes.

How was he paying for a place like this?

Southland Classics also own
the garage from which he fell,

so Kyle probably rented
the space from there, too.

A boy spending money like that.

He had to have a cellphone, Lieutenant.

We need to find it.

I'll get a warrant for
the victim's apartment.

Yes, according to the lease,

Kyle Gillan rented both an apartment

and a parking space down the street.

This building's old, so it
doesn't have its own garage.

Renting a space in the parking
structure is not uncommon?

No, uh, obviously, we're very upset

about the tragic death of a tenant.

- Obviously.
- But if we have liability issues...

We'll let you know, sir.

Here we are. This is 701.

Mr. Meyer, do you have any
idea what Kyle did for a living?

Sorry, I don't deal with
the rental applications.

I just manage different buildings.

Well, at least he kept
the place in good order.

Maybe I can show it like this.

Uh, poor guy.

My boss. Probably wants an update.

Take your time. Call me if you need me.

Hello?

I feel like I just stepped into
a high-end furniture catalog.

Well, when you're paying
$5,000 a month rent, Buzz,

you're gonna buy the good stuff.

I'm still looking for a landline.

He's 20 living this way,

got to have a smartphone somewhere.

Buzz. In here.

Well, this room seems kind of empty.

Not completely.

I found a laptop but no cellphone.

I think we should call S.I.D. to... oh.

What was Kyle shipping?

Electronics, perhaps?

Here's a bunch of saved mail.

Buzz, come film this, please.

To Kyle with no return address.

A check for $3,000.

It's from his mother.

I thought Mrs. Gillan said she
didn't know where her son lived.

Apparently she lied.

Yeah.

- So, thanks for coming.
- Sure. Sure. What's up?

Uh, wanted to say

good job on the interview we did.

I loved it.

Uh, did people watch?

Uh, yeah. Yeah, lots... lots of people.

Do... do you think, like, I came off good?

'Cause I thought I did.

Look, Slider. I... I... I don't want to...

I'm not Slider. No, I'm Greg now.

What?

Slider was a street name. I'm Greg again,

okay? It's time to grow up, you know?

For the trial.

Which is what I wanted to ask you about.

- You see, I...
- I can't talk about the trial.

But all I wanted to know is
if you'll be there in court.

I'm... I'm telling your story, so, yes.

'Cause I got no one else coming for me.

You know that.

Yeah.

Yeah, I'll be there.

And I can, like, you know, wave at you.

You'll wave back?

Okay. Sure.

Cool.

Cool.

Yeah, it means a lot...
you caring this way.

It means a lot.

I can't drop everything

and come to the hospital right now, Flynn.

No!

Uh, look, I saw you last night,

and your hair is not falling out.

Patrice will be there in about an hour.

Yeah, and don't you irritate her.

If I can get away from here in time,

tonight's the night.

Yeah. Oh, got to go.

Captain. Captain.

Andy is doing much better.

I think he's a little depressed.

I'm counting on Patrice to
make things clear to him.

Oh, Patrice is pretty much
impossible to misunderstand.

So, look, all Flynn needs

is a little murder somewhere,
and he'll perk right up.

Uh, speaking of which,
where are we on this one?

Kyle's computer. We
found his PayPal account.

There's lots of money
coming in through eBay.

Wildkyle95... that's his
username... was a top seller.

99.3% positive feedback.

Kyle was selling these electronics legally.

It seems like it.

Also on PayPal, weekly deposits

of around $4,000 to Kyle
from a Slovenian bank.

Accounts labelled C.B. Limited.

Your session is about to begin.

Session? What does that mean?

Oh, god.

Maybe he had a therapist.

Oh, not a therapist.

Is that a chat room?

"Who's the blond kid in the back?

Where's wildkyle95?

No girls allowed.

Take off your shirts"?

I'm not doing that.

What the hell is going on here?

Looks like Kyle was a webcam
performer on a triple-x website.

Buzz, turn off the microphone.

If our killer is a client,

we don't want him to know
we're looking for him.

He should have a profile video.

Um, right here, Captain.
Top-left of the screen.

Hey, guys, wildkyle95 here.

I'm just your average all-American boy.

Remember, if you want a private show,

you have to purchase a gold pass.

That's a 15-minute cam-to-cam
session with yours truly.

I'll do anything you want, within reason.

If you want to pay me in
gifts so that California Boyz

doesn't show up on your
credit-card statements,

there's a link to my online
wish list below this vid.

Look forward to meeting you real soon.

Look at that wish list.

Flat screens,

Xbox, iPhones.

His fans bought these
gifts, gave it to him,

and he was re-selling them for cash.

Julio's escorting Mrs. Gillan back through,

if that's what you want.

Yeah, I think it's time
to bring her up to speed.

Thank you.

Do you need something?

Yeah, you know what, um,
it can... it can wait.

This is more important.

Uh, I have some editing
to do, anyway, actually.

- You sure?
- Yeah, yeah.

We'll contact California Boyz,

see if they'll give us
Kyle's clients' real names.

Maybe one of them got
obsessed with the kid.

And let's talk to PayPal, too.

I want to know who of Kyle's fans

is sending him gifts and
what kind of cars they drive.

I don't drive a Porsche.
And neither does Don.

We... we couldn't afford a car like that.

But you could afford to send your son

two checks for a total of 6 grand.

That's a lot of car payments.

Now, earlier, you told us that, uh,

you didn't know where Kyle was living.

So, how do you explain the checks

you sent to his apartment?

It's, um...

It's hard to say.

And... and now he's dead,

so why are we talking about this?

Because your son didn't
just fall, Mrs. Gillan.

He was pushed.

Which means... he was murdered.

My...

My son was...

I thought he committed suicide.

- Hm.
- No.

No, someone killed him.

And that's why we have to ask

these tough questions about...

About his money and where it came from.

Last year, I was cleaning Kyle's room,

and he'd left his laptop open.

And it started beeping
with alerts from Craigslist.

Craigslist?

Kyle was advertising himself?

Yeah. As a, uh...

as a masseur for older men.

Kyle wasn't just an online performer.

You could hire him in person, too.

Yep.

By contacting wildkyle95 on Craigslist.

He seems to use that alias for
all of his Internet accounts.

- I didn't know what to do or how to stop him.
- He had a brand.

So I told my husband,

which was the biggest mistake of my life.

Why? W... why a mistake?

Because Don totally overreacted and...

And Kyle packed up his stuff,
and he never came home again.

How did you get Kyle's new address?

After he left, I was so worried

and he'd changed cellphones
and I couldn't call him, so...

I contacted wildk...

Ohh. I contacted wildkyle95.

Oh, my god.

Are you saying that you made an appointment

with your own son

for a massage?

I even rented a hotel room
so he thought it was real.

And when he arrived, he was
surprised and he was so mad.

But he let me talk to him. And I...

I begged him to come home

and told him that his father was gone.

But he said that it would
be like going to prison

and that he was doing fine on his own

and he was getting rich.

And then he hugged me.

He...

My last...

My last hug.

A... and after he left,

I hurried to my car, and I followed him.

Back to the Stanwick,

where you, uh, sent him those checks.

I just wanted Kyle to know

that I loved him and that
I could take care of him.

I don't think Kyle wanted to need me.

This sounds very true to me.

Did he give you a phone number...

a... an emergency contact?

No. I begged him, but, no.

What about your husband... Don?

Did you tell him Kyle's new address?

No. Don and I don't...

We don't communicate.

Talked to California Boyz,

C.B. Limited bank's in Slovenia.

They e-mailed us a list of Kyle's fans.

He had over 100 gold
pass members worldwide.

But only one who lives in L.A.

And drives a brand-new Porsche Panamera.

Meet Grey Mitchell,
up-and-coming hip-hop artist.

We found a picture of his
ride on his Instagram account.

Ah, "new whip on fleek. #ballin."

Is this even English?

Ah. Oh, wow.

Seems to be very popular with the ladies,

uh, most of whom aren't
wearing much clothing.

Yeah, hot girls on
Instagram, gold pass for Kyle.

Sounds like Grey was on the down-low.

Probably wouldn't want his fans

knowing he was into guys like Kyle.

If Grey was being blackmailed,

maybe he tried to fix the
problem at the parking garage.

Blackmail. Might be why Kyle told
his mother he was getting rich.

With what we have on him now,

we couldn't even get a command performance,

much less a search warrant.

Oh, I think there's a way

to get Grey to cooperate, Lieutenant.

I wonder if he has a lawyer on his payroll.

It's better to see what they want

than to have them show up in public.

Hello, my name is Peaches Williams,

and this is my client, Grey.

I'm Captain Sharon Raydor,

Lieutenant Provenza, Detective Amy Sykes.

Yo, nice to meet y'all.

Always glad to be running
into police officers

on their own turf, especially you.

Wish I could hang for a bit,

but I have work to finish this afternoon,

and the studio's already paid for.

So, how can we help you?

Oh, well, we were hoping

to speak with your
client alone for a moment.

You, the media, and every woman under 40.

Where he goes, I go.
Now, what is this about?

It's about a young man named Kyle Gillan.

Sound familiar?

What?

Yo, this won't take long.

Go grab lunch, or whatever.

As your lawyer, I need to tell you

- that leaving you here on your own...
- Hey! I said this won't take long.

I pay you, okay? Not the other way around.

Get out.

Leave, please. All y'all.

Get out.

Thank you. Okay, where do you want me?

Um, right... right through here. After you.

Oh, Peaches, don't go too far.

According to this website,

some of my symptoms are
what happens before a stroke.

Andy, your dizziness

is probably positional vertigo,

caused by the way you've been
sleeping on these flat pillows.

- But...
- And you need to stop diagnosing yourself online.

Here. Drink this.

Oh, uh, what's in it?

It's some stuff to help your soft tissue.

There's no pain killers, no opiates.

Here, it's citrus-y.

Oh, okay.

I'm gonna look at your chart.

Mmm.

Ah, well, your clot is completely gone.

And, wait a minute...

Who filled out these DNR forms for you?

Is somebody trying to kill you?

- Yeah, your boyfriend.
- Louie.

Yeah, not the professional caregiver.

How do you put up with him?

Well, he makes me laugh.

And, well, you know, my late husband...

He was a homicide cop, too.

So, better at looking after strangers

than those people closest to him.

But I have to admit, Louie is improving.

And so are you, my friend.

65. Not bad.

I have a feeling you're gonna
be able to go home tomorrow.

Oh, you know, I don't know
if I'm ready to be on my own.

But you're not gonna be on your own.

There's Sharon and Rusty.

I... I... I can't keep staying at Sharon's.

I... see, I don't want her to
look at me like an invalid or...

Or think of me as someone
she has to take care of.

Well, Andy, the hospital isn't
gonna release you on your own.

What?

No, they will send you
to a convalescent center

for at least another week.

A convalescent center?

I never thought about that.

Boy, Patrice, you really know how

to lay it out there for someone.

No wonder Provenza wants to marry you.

What?

Wait, is that what this big special dinner

tonight is all about?

You know, I... I have no idea.

I mean, he's never talked
to me about marriage.

I've just inferred.

Hey, what's in this drink, by the way?

I mean, it really tastes terrific.

Is it the citrus?

Why did you say that?!

Well, of course I'm mad!

Because, Flynn, when I decide

that I want to get engaged to someone,

normally I propose to them myself.

All right, I need this guy to confess

'cause I have got to get out of here.

Uh, has anyone called Hobbs?

Huh? I mean, we know
it's always the rapper.

- It's always the rapper.
- Sir, it's... it's... it's not rap.

It's hip-hop.

No, he sings. There's a difference.

No, there isn't.

- Thank you for identifying your Porsche.
- Buzz, turn it up.

Now we just need to ask you a few questions

- about the past 24 hours.
- Like?

Like, why were you visiting
the parking garage last night?

I was visiting my boy,
Kyle, at his apartment.

To hang.

But he never showed.

Is that why you read me my rights?

How did you first meet Kyle?

Through a mutual friend.

Mutual friend called the Internet?

Fine.

We met on a webcam site four months ago,

but that's not illegal.

I never gave him a cent.

Only gifts when we were talking online.

But that ended when we...

Are you guys... is this...
is this going public?

Why... why you all hassling me about this?

You don't want this to go public.

Are you afraid people finding out

about your sexual orientation...

What?

Oh, no, y'all should do some more research.

I've been open about...

the fluid nature of my
sexuality my entire career.

It means I am an
equal-opportunity kind of dude.

That's old-people talk for "bisexual."

All my fans care about is
that I'm single, a player,

and that I could possibly
be available to them

after one of my shows.

So they can't know I'm...

I'm about to settle down with anybody.

You said you were meeting
at Kyle's last night,

and he never showed. Do you know why?

No, he texted me to drop by at 10:30

when he got back from the gym.

I parked in the garage, like I always do,

right next to his car,

took the elevator downstairs,

waited around for him to
show, but he never did come.

And I don't want his roommate to see me,

so I never go to the apartment

unless I'm sure the dude's not there.

Roommate?

Yeah, uh, Jason something.

He... he travels a lot,
so when he's not there,

apartment's a good place for us to hang.

- Maybe a hotel room.
- Apartment 701 is a two-bedroom,

so maybe this Jason guy slept on the futon.

There's only one name on the lease.

Is he here... Kyle?

Is he in trouble?

Kyle's not hustling anymore, okay?

Whatever you guys think
he's done, you're wrong.

No, we're not wrong, sir.

The reason that Kyle
never showed up last night

is that he was murdered.

Shoved over the railing
of the parking garage.

And you were in that parking garage

very close to the time that Kyle died.

But he's... he's my...

Who killed him?

Who? Why?

Why would anyone want to hurt Kyle?

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

Which is why we should get your DNA.

My DNA?

What do you need my DNA for?

There was a fight,

and whomever was struggling
with Kyle left his blood.

We also would like your cell.

So if you would just
sign this consent form...

Come here. Open your mouth.
Come on. Open up. Open up.

And we are still trying
to find Kyle's cellphone.

You know what, you
obviously don't understand

how hard this is for me,

so... I... I think it's time
for Peaches to come back.

Of course, Mr. Mitchell.

Don't worry about signing
the consent form, after all.

Since you've admitted to
being at the crime scene,

we'll just get a warrant.

Kyle had a burner phone.

And we may never find it,
but we do have his number

because Grey's cell has
lots of graphic texts

back and forth with our
victim. They sound in love.

Was Kyle communicating with anyone else?

Uh, yes, ma'am.

Lots of calls to a 619 area
code, so south San Diego.

But that's also a burner phone.

Could that be his roommate... Jason?

If Grey is telling the truth,

and Jason was out of town a lot,

it might explain the San Diego number.

I checked with the applications center

at Southland Classic to
see who the last tenant was

- at apartment 701 before Kyle.
- Jason?

Mnh-mnh. Samir Patel.

21 years old. In county awaiting trial

for drug possession and prostitution.

Another young hustler living in
the same two-bedroom apartment

before he was replaced by Kyle.

That can't be a coincidence.

Look, I never met this Kyle kid.

All I want is to get out of county jail.

Okay, then tell me about Jason.

Does Jason have a last name?

Harper. Jason Harper.

Was he your pimp?

Jason? A pimp? No.

He was a pharmaceutical rep,

always away at conferences.

Okay, was Jason your roommate, then?

Captain, there are 27 Jason
Harpers in L.A. county.

I'll also check in San Diego,

since the other burner
phone connected to Kyle

had a 619 area code.

And try searching LinkedIn .

See if there are any Jason Harpers

that list pharmaceutical
sales as their occupation.

Samir, who was Jason to you?

If he wasn't your pimp, why
don't you want to talk about him?

Okay.

Jason... he was...

like...

my boyfriend.

And where did you first meet Jason?

Craigslist.

You know, massages for donations.

That whole deal.

I, uh, ended up spending a
night with him in a hotel room.

Next morning, Jason said he
wanted to take care of me.

Told me he'd get me an apartment downtown.

I was like, "are you kidding?

Free apartment downtown?"

He bought me a phone.

He got me this crazy
- expensive gym membership.

How long were you in the apartment?

A little more than three months.

Look, I told you a lot.
Can you help me now?

I need to get out of county...

Out of county jail. Look, I know.

But first you have to tell me

why you left Jason's apartment.

Because...

he's freaking scary, okay?

He's really scary.

What makes him so scary?
Okay, I need specifics.

There's this club...

near the apartment... Twist.

But Jason...

never wanted to go out.

He's older, you know... 35, maybe.

So I went one night
without him to see friends.

When I came back,

Jason was waiting,

all crazy about, "where you been?!"

He was, like, in a rage.

And he pulled this gun
right out of his suitcase,

and he stuck it right in my face

and said that he'd kill me

if I ever stepped out on him again.

And then...

and then he made...

and then he made me have sex with him.

He raped you.

I... is... is that rape?

I mean, if you do it to someone like me?

If sex is forced on you
without your consent,

yes, it's rape.

Wow.

I didn't even think I counted like that.

I'm really beginning to
hate this Jason character.

Anyway, that night...

that night he raped me, I guess...

... I... I waited until he was asleep,

and then I snuck out with all my stuff,

and I never went back.

Can you help me now, please?

I can't find a single Jason
Harper in pharmaceuticals.

First you have to write it all down, okay?

Including the rape part?

Absolutely.

The rape is very important.

Lieutenant Tao, tell the owners

that we want the entire
history of apartment 701

for the past three years.

Murder and rape. I think
I'll have to cancel my dinner.

Good news, everybody.

The lieutenant did great!

I'm so proud of you. Lift up your feet.

Almost ready for the gym.

Hey, let's not get carried away.

I stopped being dizzy.

And if I maintain my balance
for the rest of the day,

I can leave.

Look.

Oh, yes!

See? How wonderful.

Now get back in bed, please.

Is this where I am in life?

I can turn in a circle
without falling down,

and it's wonderful?

I... I think what we're
all happy about, Lieutenant,

is that you're better.

Much better, Andy.

Much better.

I hoped we'd be further along.

Unfortunately, all the
leases for apartment 701

only have the names of the tenants.

Samir, Kyle, another
guy named Leland Branch,

who we can't find.

And Jason Harper's name

only appears on the
applications as a co-signer.

They must have run a credit check.

Which came back to a legitimate Mr. Harper.

His driver's license
number, his credit cards,

but a different cellphone
and mailing address

and a couple of extra credit
cards issued in his name.

So is this identity theft?

Only without very much of the theft part.

Mr. Harper's identity was borrowed,

but none of his real credit cards

or bank accounts were
ever tapped for anything,

except references, and he's around 60.

Hard to mistake him for 30-something.

But how, if he's not
a real identity thief...

How did our killer get the real
Jason Harper's information...

Social security number, driver's license,

credit cards, bank accounts.

I think it's possible

that Mr. Harper gave them
out to someone himself.

To whom?

Look at where he lives in La Jolla.

2420 conquistador way #340.

An apartment, which means at some point,

he would have filled out an application.

Mm. Maybe we should find
out who owns his building.

We meet again.

Thank you for coming.

And thank you for the security footage

you let us have of your parking structure.

It's been very useful, sir.

Oh?

Yes, we found footage
of a suspicious young man

going in and out of your garage

in a brand-new Porsche
the night your tenant died.

Oh, I almost forgot.

Okay, this is ridiculous,

but before you look at any of
the evidence we've collected,

I have to read you your rights, sir.

Oh. O... kay. Sure.

I'm sorry. It's a stupid rule.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and
will be used against you

in the court of law. You
have the right to an attorney.

If you can't afford one, one will
be appointed to you by the state.

Okay, here we are.

So, we think we have a suspect,

but we don't have any witnesses,

so we were wondering if you'd seen this guy

hanging around the parking
garage the night before last.

Like I said, I'm in and out.

But wait a minute. Yeah.

I rode up in the parking-garage
elevator with this guy.

We... we talked a little. Uh,
he... he's a rapper, right?

Well, more hip-hop, really.

Oh, thank god.

You were in the parking
structure two nights ago.

We thought maybe you weren't there

since you hadn't mentioned it.

Oh, uh, yeah, I had to, uh,

run down to the Stanwick
to deal with a lady

who locked herself out of her apartment.

I forgot about that.

Well, you just said that you

went up the elevator with Grey,

which is odd because your parking spot

is on the ground floor.

That's right. It is.

But someone else had parked in it...

- No.
- No?

What do you mean, "no"?

Meaning we have security footage

showing your car parked
in its regular spot.

Hello, Eric.

- I'm Captain Raydor.
- A captain?

I assume you have a regular spot
in every building you manage.

Like the one where Jason
Harper lives in La Jolla,

on conquistador way?

The Delphine, I believe it's called.

Uh, Mr. Meyer, allow me to take your coat.

W... w... what do you need my coat for?

Well, Kyle struggled, and his killer bled.

And you obviously have
no marks on your face.

We'd like to take a good look at your arms.

So, I'll take your coat.

And we'll roll up your sleeves

to see if you have any cuts or bruises.

You can't do this!

You... you lied... you lied to me!

You brought me here under false pretenses!

Get off me! Get off me!

Can you see these in there?

Let me go! Let me go!

Yeah, I think this is enough.

Let me go!

If you don't let me go
right now, I'm gonna sue.

- I'm gonna sue all of you!
- Well, you're definitely gonna need a lawyer.

- This is ridiculous!
- Listen, Mr. Meyer.

You can't... I'm married. I have a child.

I hardly even knew this kid.

We should just arrest him, ma'am.

Let's give him an opportunity

to make things easier
for all of us. Andrea.

Mr. Meyer, I'm Deputy
District Attorney Andrea Hobbs.

What, you're a district attorney?

If you hire a lawyer

and write out your
statement right now, today,

and include how you used your building

to house a boy you were keeping

and that you pushed him to his death

from a parking structure
because he was having an affair,

I promise you a plea agreement

for second-degree murder with a parole...

Second degree?! Are you kidding me?!

For scraped arms?!

Are you kidding me?!

Sit!

Or we could walk you to an interview room

where you could reacquaint
yourself with Samir Patel,

the boy who lived in 701 before Kyle,

and who you raped at gunpoint.

Would you like to do that instead?

I should warn you, though, Mr. Meyer,

if Samir identifies you as the man

who called himself Jason Harper,

I have to add sexual
assault to these charges.

And because the crimes are
against two different people,

your sentences would
end up being consecutive.

And how much do you want
your wife and son to know?

Your little boy's 6, right?

All this might be really
hard to explain to him.

On the other hand, your wife
and son live in San Diego.

If you cooperate with us here,
it might be easy for them there.

Of course, you'd also have to tell us

what happened to Leland Branch,

the young man who preceded Samir,

and assure us he is alive.

He is alive, isn't he?

You have this all...

You have this all wrong.

Kyle wanted... he wanted
to leave me for this...

this thug rapper, and when
I tried to reason with him...

Look, Kyle tried to throw
me off the parking garage.

Bullshit! Look at this!

Look at these broken fingernails!

They show us that Kyle was
dragged along his own car,

grasping at anything he could get ahold of

before you threw him off the garage.

If the young Leland
Branch is alive and unhurt,

I'll call you a lawyer myself.

Leland? He's fine.

I just moved him to a
building in San Clemente.

That's all.

Please. I've heard enough.

Mr. Meyer, you're either under
arrest for second-degree murder,

or we will attach sexual assault,

and you will disappear
for the rest of your life.

What's it gonna be?

So the guy wound up having
a wife and a kid in San Diego

and a boyfriend in L.A.?

Whom he kept in an apartment
under a watchful eye.

So he's a little like you.

Well, I am pushing

for you to come back to my place,

and I'm promising to take care of you.

Although only until you
can manage on your own.

Which is not the
tit-for-tat arrangement

wildkyle95 had with his
killer, that's for sure.

What's wrong?

I am so bothered that we are
not prosecuting Eric Meyer

for Samir's rape, too.

Yeah, I know.

Unfortunately, it sounds like
a he-said-he-said kind of thing,

which is hard to win without
more physical evidence.

But the good news is the state

is entering into a
relationship with Mr. Meyer,

much like the one he had with his victim.

Oh, California will be
keeping him in a building

they own for a very long time.

Till death do them part.

Oh.

Unless you have a compelling
reason to do otherwise,

I re-made our dinner
reservations for tonight.

And I thought it would be easier

for us to get to the
restaurant if I just showed up.

Well, I... I have a lot of work yet to do.

And I... I... I wanted
to talk to you about...

Did Andy tell you what he said?

Louie, is that why you
didn't come home last night?

And every phone call since,
been reduced to, "talk later"?

Well, we did have a murder to solve.

A... and I have not reduced every...

Look, Flynn blurted out

something that he shouldn't have.

And when you never mentioned it, I...

Well...

Oh...

Look, honey, I don't know him like you do.

And for the record,

I do not get my news about
the world from Andy Flynn.

Look, I... brought your meds with me...

... and that little light

that you like to use on menus.

All right?

And, Louie, I am very much

looking forward to last night's dinner.

Oh, and, just for fun,

I made sure that we
will have a table outside

on the terrace with a view of the city,

you know, just in case
our meal turns out to be,

um, memorable...

in some way.

Patrice...

You think you're ready for this...

Dinner?

I definitely am.

I... if you still want to go.

So...

What do you say, Louie?

I say...

I do.

I...

do.

Ohh.