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Morning.

No caffeine.
I'm on a cleanse.

A what?

Cleanse.
You know, like a diet.

Rid your body of toxins,
lose some weight.

What do you eat?

You don't. You just drink a lot
of this special juice here.

Tastes great.

Look, I got a physical
coming up.

Well...

that's not an exam
that you have to study for.

Never mind.

Sanchez.
Brought you some coffee.

Oh, great.
Thank you, sir.

Yep.

So...

what are we looking at?

Well, the maid showed up
this morning, like every Monday,

found two bodies,
and called 911.

No signs
of a break-in,

so murder-suicide,
most likely.

Well, murder-suicide
usually solves itself.

Where's everybody else?

Tao and Sykes are upstairs
with the dead shooter,

who's the homeowner, sir.

His victim is female,

shot in the back of the head--
through here.

Yeah.

Are we talking husband/wife,
boyfriend/girlfriend?

Uh, brother and sister,
according to the maid, sir.

- The maid?
- In here.

Claudia.

She has a key to the house,
and she knows the alarm code.

Which, according
to the alarm company,

hasn't been set
since, uh... Saturday.

Well, Claudia said that the
sister, Janet, had been visiting,

and she argued
with her brother a lot.

What was the fight over?

�Sabes por qu�
estaban peleando?

Creo que estaban peleando
por el esposo de Janet.

- She thinks it was about Janet's husband...
- Pero como mi ingl�s no es muy bueno,

- ...but because her English...
- ...fue dif�cil para entender.

...isn't so good, it was difficult
for her to understand.

El se�or William nunca
podr�a hacer algo como esto.

But Mr. William would
never do something like this.

Ah.

Where's the first body?

Right this way.

Her license says
her name is Janet Bloom,

31 years old, from Arizona.

And from the looks of things,

she was moving pretty fast
when he shot her.

See these streaks?

When she hit the floor,
she slid a good 6 inches.

Oh, geez.

Why do I keep putting myself
through this?

Oh, oh, Lieutenant Provenza?

Yes?!

Good morning, Lieutenant.

Yeah.

Is it-- is it bad?

Well, I've seen worse.

Anyway, I was just
going upstairs to the suicide.

You're welcome to join me.

Well-- well,
maybe I should... look.

Her face is missing,
Lieutenant!

You said--

I said that I had seen worse,
and I have!

He has.

Emma, if you are
going to continue

to come to the morgue
and to the crime scenes,

you have got to get used to it.

Uh... here.
Uh, let me help you.

Ohh, her face is missing.

This way.

Here.
I got you a coffee.

Seriously?
Thank you.

Mmm.

I didn't have time to stop
on my way in. How did you know?

I'm a detective.

Excuse me, detective.

So, DDA Rios,

since, um, since it appears

that we won't need a conviction
in this case,

there is another potential deal

that I would like
to discuss with you.

Is this about Phillip Stroh?

Has the special-circs
committee

reviewed your new brief yet?

Lieutenant, I understand
you're concerned

about our material witness.

If you people don't withdraw
a recommendation for death,

Rusty will be forced
to take the stand,

and he'll have to talk
about stuff that--

that we're trying very hard
to help him forget.

I can't handicap my case

worrying about how it'll affect
a teenage prostitute.

Not to mention how it will look
to the people of California

if I offer a deal
to a serial killer.

Oh, God! Oh, God!

Seriously-- seriously! You have
got to keep your voice down.

Now, just stand here--
quietly.

Meet William Edwards--

35, single,
and, uh, a big sports fan.

But maybe not
a legal gun owner.

The one that was in his hand
is not registered to him.

Kendall, time of death?

Both bodies
are coming out of rigor,

so we're looking at
24 to 36 hours.

So Saturday night
or Sunday morning.

Suicide?

Looks right.

The guy shot himself
lying down.

Kinda weird,
but it takes all kinds.

Looks like he was doing
pretty well for himself.

Expensive watches,
designer clothes.

A Porsche in the garage.

Find a note?

No, sir.
We're still looking.

Have you checked the laptops?

They're password-protected,

so it'll take a moment
to figure out their log-ins.

Cracked 'em!

Her middle name, his birthday.

Pretty run-of-the-mill
stuff.

Um... I'll see
what I can find.

Thank you, Mike.

Detective Sykes,
you were saying?

Right--
uh, Dr. Edwards

was a cosmetic dentist,
owned his own practice.

Office manager said
he was extremely successful,

and his credit report
backs that up.

According to his Facebook page,
he was gay, single,

and his last status update was
"Decaf-- what's the point?"

Actually, it's caffeine
we should do without.

It's a drug.

Seriously.

Anyone else think

that it is odd
that Dr. Edwards

had both his and his sister's
laptop in his room?

Well...

maybe something on Janet's
computer started the argument.

Text messages
from Edwards' phone

to his sister
about her divorce, ma'am.

Rios, why are you still here?

Waiting for you guys
to confirm murder-suicide.

And I-I can't find
my keys.

These text messages
make it sound like

Janet's husband
was physically abusing her

and that she sought safety
with the brother.

How'd that work out?

Why haven't we put out
a press release,

tied this murder-suicide up
with a bow?

Because we still have
loose ends.

Like what?

Gun is registered
to someone else.

And our female victim

was in the middle
of a very messy divorce.

Julio.

I just found
a string of e-mails

between Janet and her husband.

He was in town this weekend
to try to patch things up.

And get this--
they had plans to eat together

Saturday evening.

Same night as the murders.

Maybe Edwards
got angry with Janet

for going out
with her wife-beating husband.

So, Dr. Edwards
saves his sister

from a bad relationship
by killing her?

Husband wrote Janet
an e-mail

saying he'd be at the Ramada
in West Hollywood till tomorrow.

If you're not busy...?

Oh, um,
I-I will go look

and check I-if the husband
is still there.

Right.

Loose ends.

They're not the same.

Something wrong?

The pictures of
the victim's house on Facebook

do not sync up with my video
of the crime scene.

Morning, everyone.

Hope you weren't planning
on leaving early today.

Now what?

Your supposed suicide.

William Edwards' left wrist.

You see the small abrasion
on the bone?

There's no blood.

The cut is postmortem.

Correct.

I think the victim's wrists
were restrained

with handcuffs
removed after death,

which is why
the cut didn't bleed.

But if he was cuffed,

wouldn't we see bruising
on his wrists?

Not if the cuffs were padded.

Padded handcuffs?

Or leather restraints.

Maybe he liked it rough
in the bedroom.

Guess Edwards forgot
his safe word.

Oh, and I found
at least four cotton fibers

in Dr. Edwards' mouth,

so somebody was trying to
keep him quiet before he died.

Ramada says the husband
hasn't checked out yet.

Maybe we should get him
some room service.

Yeah, we'll give him a ride
across town.

Come on, Sykes.
You can drive.

Uh, Captain?

Edwards posted a lot of photos
of his house on Facebook,

but when Buzz
compared these pictures

to the crime-scene video,
they didn't match.

For instance, online,
you can see

Edwards arranged his baseball
collection differently.

Today, it's all out of order.

And we found his laptop
on his dresser.

All the other pictures,
it's on his desk downstairs.

Laptops are designed
to move around, but--

Maybe we should talk
to that maid again

and show her those pictures.

Better yet, maybe we should
take her back to the scene.

Captain Raydor?

This is a very strange letter
sent to Rusty--

care of DCFS.

Careful how you take it.

Oh, God.

"Dear Rusty, greetings.

I've been following the
Phillip Stroh case in the news.

You must be
under a lot of pressure

as such an important witness
against him.

On the bright side,
at least you're no longer

hunting for tricks
on Sunset Boulevard.

So many young boys who work
the streets end up dead.

Make sure you are
right with the Lord,

and pray that He remains
forgiving to sinners like us,

because our fate
is not always in our own hands.

Sincerely,
an old friend."

Well...

assuming this is Phillip Stroh
intimidating our witness

and not some nut
playing a prank--

Phillip Stroh is too smart
to write this himself.

But he's a lawyer in jail.

From what I've read,
it wouldn't be the first time

he's traded favors
to have a felon give him a hand.

We could toss Stroh's cell,

check who he's close to
at County.

I agree.

Meanwhile, Rusty should have
extra protection.

I can talk to my office
about relocating him.

- What?
- Um, that's not an option.

If you're concerned
for his safety--

So, this is what I get
for being honest?

Sharon, I didn't have to
show you this letter.

Relocating Rusty right now
would be an overreaction.

Whoever wrote this letter
addressed it

to the Department
of Children's Services.

They don't even know
where Rusty lives.

Should we wait until someone
shows up at your front door

before taking it seriously?

Well, why don't I
send this letter to Prints

and see what
they come up with, ma'am?

Fine.
We'll start there.

And I'll need a writing sample.

Wait-- you think
I wrote this?!

The defense will suggest that
you did. I have to rule it out.

Don't be ridiculous, Emma.

The defense can get
a subpoena--

I said I want
a writing sample from Rusty.

Copy this letter--
print and cursive.

Excuse me.

Captain, the victim's husband
is on his way up.

I'm going
to your electronics room.

Good idea.

He's with Lieutenant Provenza
and Detective Sykes.

Uh... sorry.

Also, Lieutenants Flynn and Tao
are meeting the maid

at the crime scene
and want me to go with them.

Good.

Thank you, Buzz.

Don't be concerned about this
witness-protection business.

It's not gonna happen.

Okay.

I won't worry about it, then.

At all.

What a liar.

My wife has no legal reason
to complain at all,

and if Janet
wants me gone, fine.

She's just got to say so.

But I never touched her.

I understand, Dwayne.
I do.

And we want to hear
your side of things.

So, let's start with...

what the two of you did
on Saturday night.

We went to dinner.

That's why I came back to LA,

was to try
and make things right.

But she was still so angry.

We got into everything again--
in public.

And she stormed out
before the food came.

And after that?

I found her crying
in the parking lot.

She doesn't want to even sit
at the same table with me.

So I dropped her off
at her brother's place.

That's it.

Yesterday, I tried
to call her a few times.

She never picked up.

I figured I'd let her
cool off some.

And then you people showed up.

Yeah, it's a shame we weren't
at your house two months ago,

when you and Janet last fought.

When you put her in the ER.

Think this is
what she's still mad about?

The person
that did this--

he is not me.

Well, he's got
your fingerprints.

I lost it that one time.
That never happened before.

Ohh! That's what
guys like you always say.

"It was an accident.
I lost control.

- I didn't mean it."
- Hey. Hey!

Look, I love Janet.
And what I did, I regret it.

But she wasn't
some innocent flower.

People don't care about
the things she did to me.

Oh.
So she had it coming,

is that it?
And you gave it to her.

Bet it made you feel
like a man, huh?

Crushing her face like that?

That's not what I mean. You're
putting words in my mouth.

How about,
"I'm sorry I'm a wife beater"?

- You don't know what you're talking about!
- 'Cause that's what you are, and you know it!

You push me one more step!

- Ah, there's the real Dwayne!
- Hey! Hey! Hey!

Now, you're not arguing
with your wife anymore, boyo.

Now you're threatening
a police officer!

You calm down and sit!

Sit down!

Now, you pull yourself
together,

or I'll put you someplace
where that can happen.

Now, let's...

let's get back to Saturday.

Your dinner goes to hell,
and you drive Janet home.

Did you walk her to the door?

No.

No, her brother hates me--
wants me out of her life.

I wonder why.

And when you dropped her off,

was he there--
Janet's brother?

A car was in the driveway.

Uh, not his,
but a silver Accord.

Did you see the driver?

No.

I assumed it was
some guy he picked up.

You know, he's gay.

What's this got to do
with me and Janet, anyway?

I don't think he knows
she's dead.

Maybe he's just a good actor.

Let's hold him.

See if anyone we come across
drives a silver Accord.

Oh, and you know what?

Amy, let's put out
that press release

that Chief Taylor
is so anxious about.

The one
confirming murder-suicide?

- That's the one.
- But, ca--

You heard the Captain, Sykes.

Please-- just do it.

It's like I thought. She says
the baseballs are out of order.

El se�or William siempre
las organizaba

por el a�o en que
estaban autografiadas.

He always kept them
by the year they were signed.

Okay. Great.

Anything else?

Se�ora, �podr�a observar
el cuarto

y decirme si todo est� bien?

Estos no deben estar aqu�.

These don't go here.

Pertenecen en una repisa
en su cl�set.

She says he kept these things
on a shelf in the closet.

Mm.

What do we have here?

Stems and seeds...

rolling papers...

a lighter.

Por favor, era buena gente.

No quisiera que ustedes
piensen mal del se�or.

She doesn't want us to think
Dr. Edwards was a bad person.

Yeah. Fine. Did he keep
anything else in the box?

Se�ora, �qu� otras cosas
guardaba en esa caja?

S�. Guardaba
un poco de dinero.

A little money--
always.

So, someone cuffed
Dr. Edwards and robbed the place.

His sister came home early.

Our guy shot her
and then came back upstairs.

Shot Edwards,
put everything back,

and made it look
like murder-suicide.

God.

But he took
the cash and the drugs.

Could you ask her if she ever
saw Dr. Edwards with a gun?

��l ten�a una pistola?

No.

Maybe we should pay
the registered owner a visit.

He's in the neighborhood.

Are you okay?

Yeah. I feel great.

Haven't eaten anything
in a few days.

It's these juices
I've been drinking.

They're amazing.

They got kale, ginkgo balboa.

- Biloba.
- What?

Ginkgo biloba--
native to China.

Anyway it's incredible.

And no headache
from losing the caffeine.

Exactly.

Yeah, and don't take "no"
for an answer, okay?

Mm-hmm.

Good.

Hey, uh, look, I got to go.

Uh-huh. Yeah.

Bye.

What's up?
Can I help you?

You Stewart Ness?

Yeah.

Mm. One second.

Sorry. Hello. It's just work.
It's, uh, crazy right now.

What do you do,
Mr. Ness?

I run a gossip site online--
who's screwing who.

Oh.

Whoa! Oh,
this is gonna be huge.

Gimme that.

And that!

Hey!
What are you doing?

Do you own a 9-millimeter
handgun, Mr. Ness?

What?

No.

I-I-I don't.

Wrong answer.
Try again.

I, um...

look, I-I lost it.

Well, we found it.

And look what it's been up to.

Oh, my God.

Yeah. Listen to me.

You grab your keys
and lock your door,

'cause I heard a rumor
you're taking the afternoon off.

It's creepy,
but I get anonymous letters

threatening me all the time
worse than this.

But you're in law enforcement.

The boy is
a material witness in--

A material witness
in a murder trial--

I'm well aware.

Out of curiosity,
what do you suggest we do?

I know it's emotional
for Captain Raydor,

but if we were dealing
with a gang case here,

the boy would be put in
Witness Protection immediately.

This is just another attempt
to get him out of my custody.

Yes, because you know very well

that living in your house
could compromise his testimony.

If he wasn't living with me,

you wouldn't even have
his testimony.

The minute you put him
in foster care, he will be gone.

Look, Russell...

Phillip Stroh
has successfully defended

countless child molesters
and rapists--

people who owe him
their freedom.

He has manipulated loyalties
in the past

to commit terrible crimes.

Proper Witness Protection

is the only way
to make sure rusty stays safe.

Excuse me, DDA Rios.
Who's gonna pay for that?

Who's gonna pay for what?

Rusty's
protected-witness status

and everything
that goes with it--

who's gonna pay for that?

Well...

in order for the DA's office
to pick up the tab,

the letter
would have to be more...

overtly threatening.

Then what are
we even discussing here?

But the underlying aggression
behind this letter is the issue.

The wording of this letter
never rises to the level

of actionable
witness intimidation.

And I don't have anything
in my budget marked

"For when the DA overreacts."

Yes, Captain?

While I agree that relocation
would be too expensive,

I do believe
extra protection is warranted.

Which is why
you carry a badge and a gun.

Wha--

Did you run the original
of this letter

for prints and DNA?

Yes, and we are waiting
for the results.

Good. When you know more,
we'll talk again.

Thank you, Emma.
Bye-bye.

We have an actual murder
to discuss.

Bye-bye.

Bye-bye.

That's all the time I have
to spend on Rusty Beck

and a trial
that won't take place

for another year and a half,
if we're lucky.

Meanwhile, tell me why

we're still working
this murder-suicide.

Because it's not closed.

Of course it is.

It says so right here
on this press release

that you had me put out

for the 11:00 news
and tomorrow's paper.

That was designed so whoever
committed these murders

will think
they got away with it.

Great.

Are we at least close
on anyone?

We have two suspects...

and one gun.

Look familiar?

I was robbed.

Okay?
About a month ago.

And this guy...

he took it, along with
a bunch of other stuff.

Did you fill out a police report
for this robbery?

No.

Why not?

It's complicated.

I'm in a relationship.

And...

- Anything?
- Too soon to tell, ma'am.

...this guy was supposed to be,
you know, a one-time thing.

The guy who robbed you?

Yeah.

My boyfriend
was out of town--

Look,really don't want him
to find out about this.

Start cooperating with us
right now,

or we'll tweet the media
how this gun left your house.

Maybe your fellow gossip mongers
might be interested,

start digging
through your life.

Sound fun?

Or you could just start

by telling us where you met
this, uh, "one-time thing."

On Dude Ranch.

It's a social app.

A way to hook up with...

well, men.

You sign in on your phone,
and it shows you pictures

of all the guys in your area
looking for a little action.

Could I have
Dr. Edwards' cellphone, please?

I downloaded the app
in case I was ever on my own

and had some time to kill.

It's not like it's a crime.
And it's super-easy.

You find someone you like,
and you send them a message.

It's called a whip.

And if they like you,
they whip you back,

and... see what happens.

That's it?

The gays--
they have it made.

So you found this guy?

No.
He found me, actually.

His profile pic was
just a photo of his chest.

It was kinda hot.

Anyway, um, he said
he lived in the neighborhood.

Afterwards, though, I-I decided
he must have been parked nearby,

looking for a guy
with a nice house.

Mike, what are you doing?

I'm downloading Dude Ranch.

Go on. Keep going.

So, uh...

you told this guy to come over?

Yeah.
And he was cute, too.

I mean, like,
Ryan Gosling cute.

Mid-20s, brown hair,
brown puppy-dog eyes.

Well, Janet's husband

is looking less and less likely
every minute.

He asked if I was alone...

Dr. Edwards does not have
Dude Ranch on his phone.

Well, then the killer
might have deleted it,

because the app's
still on his laptop.

And then...
a-all of a sudden,

he-- he shoved me
to the floor really hard

and threw on some handcuffs.

I was freaked.

I didn't know
what he was gonna do.

I-I-I was--

I told him, I was like, "I'm not
into rough stuff," but...

he-- he just laughed.

And that's when he started

packing up my things,
along with the gun.

A-after he left, I called
my assistant for help.

And... well,
I-I-I deleted the app

and just... tried my best
to forget the whole thing.

Except...

I may have saved a copy
of the chest photo.

I'll-- I'll show you if you...
give me my phone back.

Why would you save his picture?

I told you.

He was kinda hot.

Oh!

See?

The Dude Ranch people finally
got back to us this morning,

and according to their database,
the photo Mr. Ness showed us

has been used as a profile pic
under 11 different names.

What kind of information do they
ask of their new members?

I downloaded
the free version yesterday,

and all I had to do
was submit a screen name.

I'm "Mr. Clean."

So... for all we know,

there are 11 different
screen names for the same guy.

I found three more robberies
with the same MO

in the last month alone--

hits in the Pacific Palisades
and Hancock Park.

The victims met the assailant
online, ma'am.

Whoa!

I've been tapping
this prompt on Dude Ranch

to "Ride the Range"
looking for our suspect.

"Ride the Range"?

It expands the search for dudes
beyond your immediate area.

And look at this.

One of the new profiles
that just popped up

has that same shirtless photo.

Fantastic.

Lonelyboy310.

It says
he's 8.2 miles away.

Mike, can you use this app
to triangulate his position?

If he stays online,

I should be able
to get within...

About 200 feet away.

To your-- wait a second.
Wait, wait, wait.

Now I'm 210.

Uh, let's go this way.

Okay, 200.

190.

185.

We're getting close.

Amy?

All right, Julio.
Whip him.

Everyone keep your eyes peeled.

_

All right, we got a guy
across the street from you

wearing
a gray t-shirt.

I see him.

I got him. I got him.

Uh, Flynn,
come around the block.

He's on the southeast corner
in a small crowd.

See if the witness
can identify him.

Copy that.

My God. That's him.

I have an ID,

if you guys picked the same guy
as Stewie here.

Hey, Lonelyboy310!

What?! Get off of me!

What is this?!
Come on!

- Don't resist!
- Get off of me!

- Come on!
- All right. Turn him around, Mike.

Ow!

Is that your car, sir?

Yeah. So what?

So, what? So you're
under arrest, Tyler Allen.

That's what.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be
used against you in a court of law.

You have the right to an attorney.
If you cannot afford one...

- Hey.
- Hey.

I didn't know
you were gonna be so late.

I waited up for you.

Did you get something to eat?

Uh, yeah, I just heated up
some leftovers. Thanks.

So... did you hear anything

from prints or DNA
about my letter?

Um, not yet.

Okay.

Okay, I-I've been thinking
about this--

Wait.

My number-one job here is
to make sure that you are safe.

Hey, I-I'm safe, okay?

You have no idea how safe I am.

Listen, though.

What kind of killer
writes his victims in advance?

That's, like,
a James Bond villain.

It's completely stupid, because
it puts everybody on guard.

And besides all that,

I can take care of myself,
as you know.

I do know that.
You can take care of yourself.

But these letters are designed
to intimidate people

so that they won't testify.

And I would feel better if
I drove you to school tomorrow

and had patrol pick you up

and bring you to work
afterwards.

Really?
I mean, really?

Is it not bad enough that I have
to spend all summer in school,

doing all this extra study work
with Buzz?

Which I'm not
complaining about,

because I know
he's helping me out for free

and is... mostly nice
about it.

But I just--

I spend so much time
with you guys already.

And what's the point
of my having a car

if you take me everywhere?

Well, it's just while we wait

until the lab results
from the letter come back,

if you don't mind.

Well, you're asking me,

so it sounds like
I have a choice?

That would be misleading.

Fine.

Drop me off at school tomorrow
like I'm 7 years old,

and I'll wait
till I see the squad car

before I walk out the door,
like last year.

Is that the deal?

It is.

And I thank you
for your understanding.

Okay. Whatever.

We kept a close eye
on our suspect overnight.

Provenza says Mr. Allen drew
a good public defender.

Roland Jennings.

- Morning.
- Morning.

Yeah, I've sat across from him
several times.

Knows what he's doing.

Your searches turn up anything?

Prescriptions
in Tyler Allen's apartment

in the names
of the people he robbed.

So, not a genius.

And in his car?

A pair of padded handcuffs.

Seriously?

Did they have
Edwards' blood on them?

Not a trace, but Allen
doesn't need to know that.

He is the guy.

And if Mr. Jennings
is a decent lawyer,

he'll deal on the four
reported robberies as one crime.

Wait, wait, wait.

These robberies don't include
the one at Edwards' house.

If they did include
that one, Emma,

even Tyler Allen, our suspect,
would know what we're up to.

I want double homicide.

And these other robberies
are the way to get it.

Just deal
as you normally would, please.

I promise you--
we're on the same side.

Come on.

Come on. Let's go.

Ah. The ladies.

Um, Jennings, this is DDA Rios.

DDA Rios and I have met.

Ah.

And, uh,
this is Captain Raydor.

Uh, so, I was just--
thank you.

I was just asking
the Lieutenant here,

who-- well, has been
investigating homicides

since... before I was born,

why Major Crimes is working
a bunch of no-account robberies.

"No-account robberies"?

Oh, I-I wouldn't
call them that.

Uh...

your client preyed
exclusively on gay men,

so his offenses could be
looked at as hate crimes.

And due to recent events,
the LAPD is...

extremely sensitive
to accusations of prejudice.

Mm-hmm. Right.
Go on.

In addition to being gay,

each one of the four victims

ID'd Mr. Allen
as their assailant.

Now, put that with prescriptions
in the victims' name

ending up in
your client's possession--

oh, and, uh, the handcuffs
in his trunk...

Okay. Okay.

So, given your evidence
and the potential media heat,

you're willing to deal here
because...?

We want to, you know...

spare the victims
from testifying.

Something I wish
we did more of around here.

And what kind of sentence
are you looking for

on these robberies?

Two years each--
consecutive.

That's a little steep,
isn't it?

These robberies sound
more like aggravated burglaries to me.

No one was injured,
no break-ins.

Even if your version of events
is correct,

my client was invited in
by each--

Lucky for him-- otherwise,
we wouldn't be sitting here

- bargaining over his sentencing. - Oh, the
state just let a lot of people out of prison

who did much worse things
than this.

Two years apiece, concurrent.

No.
I said eight years.

Four.

I mean, four is tops.
Concurrent.

Well, a deal has got to give us
something, too, Rios.

And if you don't want
your witnesses in court,

any other robbery charges
that may turn up

are included
in these four counts.

Fine.

If he gives it all up today.

And providing
his statement of facts proves

that these were not
hate crimes.

Here are the bullet points.

Have your client
look that over.

Hypothetically,
Mr. Allen's amenable.

I know you have some questions,

but if your offer
should be refused,

you can use nothing
he says here against him.

Oh, of course.

Where do you want me to start?

Tell us about yourself.

You were promoting a club?

No, that was
just for quick cash.

I'm not, uh, a-a robber.

I'm a musician.

Been out here a year,
and it's rough finding gigs.

No one's hiring for sessions,
and I got to eat, you know?

Mm.

That's how
all this got started.

I was just trying to get by.

Anyway, I found this app
for my phone called Dude Ranch.

It's used primarily by gay men?

Yeah, but this wasn't
a hate-crime thing.

Jennings told me what you said.

Look, I only robbed those people
'cause I needed the money.

- Nothing else.
- I see.

So... you initially
used this app

solely as a way
to meet other men?

Yes.

Oh.

And then, one night,
I was cruising Dude Ranch,

and this guy hit me up.

We texted, and he said
to come over, so I did.

And there I was
in this big house

with all this
nice stuff--

stuff he didn't need,
believe me.

And after we fooled around
and he fell asleep,

I started poking around
in his closet,

just wishing
I had clothes like him.

And then I found
this collection of watches--

really expensive,
like 20 of 'em.

I mean, who needs 20 watches?

So, I took one,

and I bet he still
doesn't even know it's gone.

But I was able
to pay my rent that month.

So you realized rich, gay men
were easy targets?

No, no. It's not
that they were targets.

It's, like, most of them
have, like, five of everything,

so they'd never
call the police.

And I only did this
a few times.

And how would you do it?

You have to say it.

No lying, or no deal.

I'd drive into
a nice neighborhood

using the app
to look for people.

If someone was into me,
I'd hit him up,

tell him I lived
a few streets away.

Usually, they'd invite me over.

That establishes his MO,

but why aren't they dealing
on the murders?

- They are. Just watch.
- You'd go by yourself?

- Uh-huh.
- Where did you park your Accord?

The driveway.

And when did you start
using the handcuffs, Tyler?

Every time after the first guy.

Look, maybe that sounds weird,
but I had to be safe.

You know, some of these guys
were bigger than me.

I'd always make sure
he was alone,

make sure he wasn't
expecting anybody.

We'd talk.

I'd play my part, and then...

I'd pin the dude down
really quick and cuff him,

leave him there
while I took his stuff,

and then buy a new pair of cuffs
the next day.

Okay.

So, now we need you to describe

all of the things
that you stole.

Only watches, jewelry,
computers--

cash, if they had it.

That's not all... is it?

Okay. Okay.
Sometimes drugs.

Look, I was gonna stop all this

as soon as I landed a steady gig
somewhere-- I promise.

It was never my... plan
to become a career criminal.

It was, you know, survival.

Do you need anything else?

Nope.

This document confirms

your agreement to serve
a total of four years

for all these robberies.

I've included the names
and addresses of each victim...

So, I assume
one of those robberies includes

the house where he stole
the murder weapon?

It does.

If you would put your signature
at the bottom,

we'll set a court date
for next week,

and we'll get this
in front of a judge.

Is that it?

There is one more thing.

He just confessed
to robbing Stewart Ness.

And in the stolen-property
report that he filled out...

it lists this gun.

What the hell is this?

Y-you can't add gun charges
to these robberies.

We found this weapon
that your client stole

at the scene
of an attempted robbery

matching his MO in Venice,

where we also found
a double homicide.

- Wait-- what? This is ridiculous.
- Don't say anything else.

No, I-I read about that
in the paper.

They said it was
a murder-suicide.

Oh, well, sometimes
the press gets it wrong.

Where were you
last Saturday night, Mr. Allen?

Don't answer that.

And the, uh, handcuffs that
you had in the back of your car?

The victim tried
to get out of them,

wore the skin off his wrists--
left blood.

- Really?
- I'm not a murderer!

- Tyler, shut up!
- You are a murderer! He is!

- This is new charges! We want to see
the evidentiary basis. - No, no, listen!

- You guys-- you guys have
all of this wrong! - Tyler! Tyler!

What? What?
What do we have wrong, Tyler?

If it wasn't a murder,
what was it?

- Panic! Panic!
- Tyler.

- It wasn't murder! It was panic!
- Tyler! Tyler! That's enough!

That's more than enough,
Detective Sanchez.

Wait! No, wait! Wait!
Look! Wait! Look!

That woman that came into
the house-- she scared me!

I didn't mean to shoot her
at all!

No, but after you killed her,

you went upstairs to a man
that you robbed and handcuffed,

and you shot him in the head!

And you left behind the laptops
you were stealing!

And the gun,

because you wanted your murder
to look like suicide.

And I'm wondering,
do you remember--

did Dr. Edwards beg for his life
before you blew his brains out?

Is that why you stuffed
something in his mouth--

so you wouldn't have to hear him
scream while you killed him?

That sounds deliberate,
not panicked.

What do you think,
Mr. Jennings?

You got an offer in mind?

How do you feel
about death row?

Hey. Lieutenant.

You make the death notification
to Janet's husband?

Oh, yeah.

I gave old Dwayne
the good news-- no alimony.

Do you know, he, uh,
he cried his eyes out?

If he'd treated her
better, she'd still be alive.

Hey, Andy?
About this cleanse?

I think I figured out where
all your energy's coming from.

Yeah, I told you--
it's the ginkgo balboa.

And the caffeine.

No way. Gimme that.

It's right there--
fourth ingredient.

What?

The cute girl
in the health-food store,

she said that the--

Oh, I'm glad my trying
to improve my health

amuses you guys so much.

Cynical jerks.

"Ginkgo balboa."

Oh, it's cool.

Hey, guys.
Any news?

Uh, yes and no.

They found eight traceable
prints on the en...velope.

Uh, which came back
to four post-office employees,

your DCFS supervisor, Cynthia,

you, a partial
from the Captain...

and Buzz.

That's it?

So... no bad guys.

Isn't that a good thing?

No, it is not.

Because
whoever wrote this letter

is taking serious precautions

to cover up their identity.

So, now what?

Does that... mean that...

You're not gonna have to
send me away, are you?

No.

But until we've had a chance

to discuss extra security
with Chief Taylor,

you can't take the car
to school,

hang out with your friends
afterwards

without a police officer
present.

I'll arrange to have him
picked up by patrol

or one of us until...

Until it's sorted out.

"Sorted out."

So... what you're saying is,
I'm grounded.

Till the trial.

So, for the rest of my life.

But...

in the meantime...

I live with you?

For sure?

You do.

Well...

I'll deal, then.

It doesn't do much good

to say that...
he'll understand someday.

But it's all I have.

He doesn't need to understand.

He needs to stay safe.

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