All language subtitles for 14.06 Passed Pawns

(neon sign buzzing)

(siren wailing in distance)

(bell chimes)

(slot machines dinging)

Money plays.

$100.

Eleven.

Doubling down.

-Yes!

Two or 12.

Splitting aces.

-21.
-Oh!

-Yes!

♪ Yeah, who do you love? ♪

♪ Ah, who do you love? ♪

-Blackjack.
-Yes!

(cheers, drums on table)

Blackjack.

-Eyes on BJ-13.
-MAN: I'm already on him, Bobby.

I don't know what to tell you.

I can't figure out
how he's doing it.

-Blackjack.
-Yeah!

-Whoo!
-$100,000.

-Yeah!

21. Blackjack.

$200,000.

Shuffle.

♪ Who do you love? ♪

♪ Yeah, who do you love? ♪

-Yes!

Okay, I think you're done.

Okay.

Good luck.

-Thank you.
-Thank you.

I think I'm done.

Cash me out.

That's a hell
of a run there, uh, Mr...

That's about $350,000.

Your lucky day.

I have a proposition for you.
Why don't you stick around?

We're gonna put you
upstairs in a suite on us.

You can eat up, clean up,

and then come back down here
in a few hours

and take us
for everything we got.

How does that sound?

No, I'd like to cash out...

now.

(indistinct radio transmission)

Excuse me.

Who are you?

Do you know what time it is?

-I'm sorry?
-It's 8:00 a.m.,

as in the graveyard shift
ended two hours ago.

You realize that, right?

This body is... is mine.

I'm not going to get into
a turf war with you right now.

Because you'll lose.

Look, don't make me
call your supervisor.

Oh, too late.

And you are...?

Sean Yeager, day shift.

RUSSELL:
Oh, Yeager.

Yeah, your supervisor
speaks very highly of you.

You're a CSI-2, right?

Yeah, one solve away
from a promotion?

-Yes, sir. -You know, I-I never
cared much for this

day shift
versus night shift crap.

I mean, we're all
one crime lab, right?

All for one, one for all.

Okay, look, cards
on the table here.

I really do need
this solve to be a solo.

I hate to break it to you,

Yeager, but I don't think
this is the game-changer

that you're looking for.

-Homeless guy assaulted
in an alley. -(phone chirping)

Looks like a trash run.

Yeah?

I'm not so sure about that.

Yeah, I think I'm with you.

Why, do you got something?

Uh, my wife Barbara

is stranded at the airport,
needs a lift.

So you should go pick her up.

We'll take care of this.

RUSSELL:
Two of you work together?

I think that's a great idea.

Don't you think?

Like you said,
all for one and one for all.

(chuckles)

♪ Who... are you? ♪

♪ Who, who, who, who?

♪ Who... are you? ♪

♪ Who, who, who, who?

♪ I really wanna know ♪

♪ Who... are you? ♪

-I Oh-oh-oh I
- Who...!

♪ Come on, tell me who are you,
you, you ♪

I Are you!!

Whew, this guy is ripe,

and I don't think it's decomp.

I think he just
may have really needed a shower.

BRODY:
He's got dirty clothes,

got weathered skin.

He's been living on the streets
for quite a while, you can tell.

You get a wallet, David?

No wallet-- I checked.

PHILLIPS:
Yeager,

come on, man,
you know the protocol.

You can't touch my body
without my authorization.

I didn't touch your body.

I saw a wear pattern
on the back pocket with no lump.

No lump, no wallet.

I figure the guy gets mugged,
the attacker rifles

through the wallet and tosses it

in the nearest trash receptacle.

-Hey, I'm not in here
for my health. -You've been

in there for a while.
You found a wallet yet?

I'm working on it.

PHILLIPS:
Hey, uh,

liver temp was 91.1,

which puts time of death
at around 3:00 this morning.

I count 12 sharp-force injuries
with a two-inch blade.

Stabbed in the back.

I know how he feels.

You know what?

When we close this case,
you can have the solve.

Thanks, but I don't
need your charity.

Case...

in point.

Blood says it's related.

Empty.

What is homeless guy doing with

the Mission: Impossible
briefcase?

So much for your trash run.

Got blood drops.

Looks like the assault
started right here.

Our victim is heading
down the alley,

he gets attacked from behind.

The assailant grabs
the briefcase,

steals what's inside.

These blood smears

and drag marks say
that it didn't end there.

The killer sees his victim

still alive,
trying to crawl away,

so he drags him out of sight,
finishes him off.

You know,

you see that blood on his finger
and under his hand?

Weird, right?

D.E.

What do you suppose that means?

Well, maybe it's a...
a message, you know,

last words to a loved one.

Or, if it were me,
my dying breath,

I'd try to identify my Killer.

I see you're not
the sentimental type.

Okay, I like that.

RUSSELL:
Oh, boy, honey, I'm so sorry.

Problem solved.

Conrad wanted me
to reschedule a hearing.

It's okay, I get it, I know
you're a very busy person.

That's why I said I would take
a taxi from the airport.

No, no, I told you I wanted
to take you home.

I'm gonna...
I'm gonna take you home.

Sit first.
Have something to eat.

-These pastries are good.
-Pastry?

No, I-- ah, I'm sorry,
I can't-- couldn't possibly...

I will-- let me have a hit
of that coffee, though.

Thanks.

Hey.

I'm sorry, really, I...

How are you?

How was Seattle?

Maya and Katie
are both doing very well,

and Ryan talked with his company

and worked it out
so he can stay home more.

That's good.

(phone beeps)

Have you talked to Charlie?

It's been crazy around here.

I-I know I got
a couple of messages from him.

Is there something
I should know?

Well, there's something he would
like to tell you himself.

Oh, come on, come on,
that's not fair.

I promise I'll act surprised.
What? What?

He's gotten an offer
from Eastern Indiana--

Full scholarship,
starting point guard.

Is he gonna take it?

Well, I think so.

Well, that is news.

It's great,
it-it's just that, you know...

one of the reasons why we took
this job was so we could be,

you know, near Charlie,
watch him play his games.

I think getting away
could be good for him.

I know. I know.

I just didn't expect it,
that's all.

Things change, plans change.

That sounds like another
discussion we need to have.

Yeah, but at another time.

I can tell you're busy,
sweetheart,

and I can take a taxi.

Hey, Doc, got your message.

You have something for me?

Yeah, still working
on our alley John Doe,

but I found this
in one of the wound tracts.

Maybe a piece
of the murder weapon.

SANDERS: Tip of the blade--
maybe it broke off.

I'll get it to Hodges.

Tell me something--
these wound patterns...

I admit sometimes cases
start to blur together,

but I could swear I have seen
this somewhere before.

Well, the two wounds
in the center,

closest to the spine, appear

deeper and wider.

Almost like the killer
twisted the blade.

Yeah, but the rest of
the wounds are clean, sharp.

That could be overkill, rage.

Or something else-- a signature.

I'll pull some case files,
see what I can find.

Thanks.

♪♪

(bell chimes)

WOMAN: Well, don't you look
like a lovely couple.

Let me guess.
You're in the market for a ring.

(chuckles)

Uh, information, actually.
I am CSI Brody,

and this is CSI Yeager.

-I take it you're Ruby.
-Yes, but...

if this is police business,
I must confess--

Just the name on the door.

My boys run the store now.

I just come in occasionally
to help out.

Keeps me out of trouble.

Kyle!

Zeke!

Little help up front.

KYLE:
Coming, Ma. What's up?

Well, these very nice,
uh, police folks

would like to talk
to you about something.

I'll be in the back
if you need me.

Oh, and, honey,

don't let him get away.

Uh, okay. Um...

we recovered this pawn ticket.

Looks like it's from one
of your customers last night.

We just need a name.

-Hey, what's this about?
-Well, that wasn't the question.

This is time-stamped 11:49.

Why don't you look that up?

Uh, our computers
are down right now,

-SO...
-Mmm.

Uh, 11:49?

Plaid shirt,

T-shirt, jeans, smelled bad.

Farami watch.
14 karat pinky ring

with the inscription worn off
at 90 days at 23%.

$200, uh, cash on the barrel.

BRODY:
Wow.

You remembered all that?

Can you remember his name?

Jeremy Sikes.

1139 Cornell Road,
St. George, Utah, 84780.

I made a copy
of his driver's license, too.

200 bucks for a Farami watch
and a gold ring?

I can see you're, uh,

-real generous.
-It's a secured loan.

Guy doesn't come back for it,
that's on him.

You sure it's just on him?

Here you go.

Thank you.

You mind if I hold onto this?

Uh, yeah, sure.
I always make a duplicate.

-You never know.
-Oh, and the watch and the ring.

You guys still have those,
right?

Yeah. We got 'em.

Great. We'll take those to go.

RUSSELL:
Wow, somebody had a good night.

FINLAY: Yep, that's Jeremy Sikes
from last night

from the eye in the sky
from Pike's Gambling Hall.

This was distributed to security
at all the casinos in town

with a warning to keep

-a lookout for this guy.
-RUSSELL: Why?

Was he causing trouble?

Oh, the worst kind,
at least in Vegas.

Our friend here took his $200
from Ruby's Pawn Shop,

walked into Pike's,
and 37 hands,

45 minutes later,
he had $350,000.

Wow.

Well, at least we know
why he had that briefcase.

$200 turning into 350 grand--

Come on, what are
the odds of that?

I'd say somewhere in the range
of being eaten by a shark

while being struck by lightning.

-(chuckles): Yeah...
-The casino, obviously,

thought that he was cheating.

Card counting?

No, the betting pattern was off.

They suspected collusion
with his dealer, Kristi Holt,

who, by the way, did not show up
for work this morning.

RUSSELL: You're thinking
that Sikes and Holt

were scamming the casino.

And then Holt stabbed Sikes
in the back-- literally--

And ran off with the money.

Interesting theory, but...

(tapping keys)

RUSSELL:
Look at that--

Sikes drew quite the crowd.
Any one of them could've

followed him back
into the alley, right?

FINLAY:
My money's still on the dealer.

That's because you're assuming
that they were cheating.

Of course they cheated.

No, and Sikes even tried
to I.D. his killer

in his own blood:

"D-E" spells "Dealer" to me.

Look, for all we know,
this is just one of those

great Vegas stories:

Guy pawns his last possessions,

bets it all and wins.

The two of them
are total strangers

and it's just a case
of dumb luck.

I don't believe in luck.

Me, neither.

Why? What do you got?

A connection...
between Jeremy Sikes

and our dealer Kristi Holt.

The watch that Sikes
pawned for stake money

turned out to belong
to Kristi's husband.

And here's the kicker:

Her husband
was murdered two months ago.

Dumb luck, huh?

I'm thinking that maybe
this casino heist

isn't the first time
that Kristi enlisted Sikes

to engage in
a little dirty work.

Two months ago, she has him
murder her husband.

And, last night, after they
both scammed the casino,

Kristi kills Sikes.

So it looks like
we have this Kristi Holt

dealing the death card--

Not just once, but twice.

Yeager and I pulled
the cold case file

on the murder of Simon Holt,
our blackjack dealer's husband.

You and Yeager.

Nice to see you kids
getting along.

Yeah, well, let's just be clear:
I'm Rizzoli and she's Isles.

(laughing):
Yeah.

Anyway, the case is still open.

And maybe open because
day shift was investigating.

Don't look at me, okay?
I was on the swing shift then.

The night of the murder,
Kristi Holt was questioned.

She said she finished up
her shift at Pike's,

then left the casino to meet up
with her husband Simon.

They met for dinner,
then got home around midnight.

She was really tired.

Immediately
went upstairs to bed,

and he went to the living room

-to watch the news.
-YEAGER: And that's when

she heard two shots ring out.

She ran downstairs
and found her husband dead,

and the place was ransacked.

So Kristi Holt's story is that

her husband walked in
on some guy robbing the place.

Now, in defense of day shift,
it was a good story.

There was no reason to doubt it.

Until last night...

when Jeremy Sikes
turned up dead.

After pawning Kristi Holt's
husband's watch

and going on one hell of a run
at her blackjack table.

They say there are
no coincidences.

Yeah, but...
sometimes there are.

Yeah. Right.

Dumb luck.

I thought we agreed that luck
wasn't a player in this.

All right, well, then,
call it destiny.

-Or fate. -BRODY: Of all
of the blackjack tables

in all of the world-- is that
where you're going with this?

No, where I'm going with this

is there's one person
still alive

who can answer these questions.

-(phone chimes)
-BRODY: Mmm.

What, is that your wife again?

No, someone else's.

A widow, as a matter of fact.

Brass just
picked up Kristi Holt.

If this is about
what happened last night,

I'll tell you what
I told Bobby, my pit boss:

All right,
it was a straight-up run.

There was no cheat.

If we're just talking
about cheating here,

then this is your lucky night.

Now it's my turn to deal.

Your pal Jeremy Sikes.

Oh, my God, wha...
th-that's... the guy.

I... Is he...?

Dead? Yeah.

But I think you know that.

How about I hit you again?

Your husband Simon.

This is the time
in this gambling session

when you go bust.

Or you play your ace in the hole
and tell me the truth.

The truth?

The truth is
my husband was murdered

when he walked in on a burglary.

You sure you want
to stick with that story?

-It's not a story.
-Yes, it is.

And you really ought to hang out

with a better class
of co-conspirator--

Or at least a smarter one--

Because your pal Jeremy
pawned your husband's watch

for $200 and brought
the money to the table--

That's what staked him
in the game.

This guy... had Simon's watch?

Yes.

If he had his watch,

it must be because he stole it

because he's the one
who broke in our house.

Or there could be
another explanation:

You could've given it to him
as a little thank-you gift

for killing your husband.

That's sick. I gave that watch
to Simon for our anniversary.

Yeah. We checked with Farami.

It's a special order.

Around $2,000.

So ... I looked
at the insurance records,

the claims
and the police statements,

and... nowhere is there
mention of a $2,000 watch.

My husband was murdered,
Detective.

I forgot about the damn watch.

You didn't forget
about the insurance money.

Which went to pay off
Simon's debts.

Which is why
you and Jeremy doubled down

at Pike's Gambling Hall,
to the tune of $350,000.

Kristi, you know,
you didn't show up for work.

You end up at a motel,
hiding under the bed...

this doesn't look good.

If you worked
for old-school guys

at an old-school casino
like Pike's,

and they thought
you cheated them...

you'd be laying low
in a motel, too.

And if this is the guy
who broke in my house

and killed my husband,
then he deserved to die.

But I didn't kill him,
and I didn't have anything to do

with cheating
the casino last night,

and if you don't believe me,
check the damn tape,

the cards, the shuffler--
I didn't cheat!

♪♪

(cards fluttering)

(computer blipping)

♪♪

-(tapping on glass)
-ANDREWS: Hey, hey.

What do you got?

It looks like
our dealer didn't cheat.

Says you.

I'm still not convinced.

This guy went on an insane run.

We saw the tape.
He's hitting when he shouldn't,

holding when he shouldn't--

The odds of that
happening are...

183,120 to one.

-I have an app.
-Okay.

What about the evidence?

I did examine all 416 cards
in play-- they weren't marked.

-And the shoe checked out.
-And I looked at the shuffler.

There's no sign that either one
of them was tampered with.

And you didn't get anything
on the eye in the sky?

No. If she was palming cards
or pulling some sleight of hand,

she was doing it between
the video frames.

Okay, so she's a magician.

That doesn't mean
she's not a killer.

- like what she said.
- (scoffs)

Looks like you're the only one.

FINLAY:
So we weren't the first

to toss Kristi Holt
into the box.

She was detained
by casino security

right after she left
the blackjack table,

and then was interrogated
by her pit boss Bobby Esposito.

That's them in the holding room.

Check out the time code.

BRODY:
2:58 a.m.

Sikes' time of death was 3:00.

So Holt's inquisition
lasted over four hours.

There is no way
that she killed Sikes.

So who did?

Well, I hate to admit it,
but Russell may be right.

Sikes' run at the table
did draw a crowd.

Meaning there are several people

who could've followed him
out that night.

Did you get a chance

to look through the rest
of the casino's floor footage?

Did you see anybody
that looked like

they were shadowing him at all?

Well, I didn't see anybody
who was obviously following him.

Wait a minute.

Freeze it for a second.

FINLAY:
What do you see?

BRODY:
Take it back just a little bit.

Right there.

That guy,
talking to the pit boss.

I've seen him before.

You've seen him before?
Where?

BRODY: On someone else's
security video.

(bell chimes)

-Where's your friend?
-Busy.

Just get me this time.

You know, cops keep
showing up around here,

people are gonna get the wrong
idea about my establishment.

You gonna return that watch
and ring you took or...?

No, they're still in evidence.

Actually, I am here to look
at a few other items.

-You gotta be kidding me.
-Nope.

The surveillance video
that you gave us shows this guy

coming into your establishment
sometime after 3:00 a.m.

He works for
Pike's Gambling Hall.

His name's Alonzo Pierce.

Pierce: uh, 1453-- 1456,

uh, Silver Ridge Road,

Seven Hills, 89052.

I got his phone number,
if you need it.

Thanks.

Actually, what I need is to look
at the items that he pawned.

Looked like an old turntable
and some speakers.

Right, and I would love to help
you out with that, it's just...

it's such a mess back there
right now, it's kind of...

I know where it is.

(Kyle chuckles)

-It's...
-Of course you do, little bro.

Yeah, Rain Man here
will take care of you.

Oh.

Okay, uh, turntable,

not valuable.

Uh...

The speakers, they're Cadillacs.

Frequency response 30 kilohertz,

impedance four ohms...

You tried them out,
and they didn't work, right?

Yeah, the-the left one's out.

How'd you know that?

Do you mind, uh,

letting me borrow
that little drill over there?

Sure.

Thanks.

- (drill whirring) -Uh, I'm
pretty good with electronics.

I'm sure you are.

These speakers, it's usually
just a, like, a wiring issue.

Well, in this case,
I think it might be something

just a little bit different.

(gasps)

Whoa. Uh, okay,
that's a lot of money.

I'm guessing about $350,000.

I don't understand that.

If I had that kind of money,
I'd put it in, like, a bank.

Unless you couldn't.

Place like this,
people drop off an item,

you keep it for 60 days,
then they come back to collect.

Beats a bank...

if you're trying to beat
a murder charge.

Pike's casino said Alonzo Pierce

didn't show up
for his shift today.

Getting to be a habit
with their workforce.

Yeah, a real brain drain
at Pike's.

We buzzed Alonzo's apartment,
no answer.

His manager said he was going
on a trip; he took a small bag.

-When was this?
-A few minutes ago.

We got the exits covered;
he's not going anywhere.

(whispering):
That's him.

(gun clicking)

BRASS:
Alonzo Pierce!

Las Vegas Police.
You're under arrest.

Hey!

Sorry, pal, but you're gonna
be disappointed.

It's the pit boss.

Told you.

What the hell
are you doing here?

Use your freaking imagination.

Get him out of here.

Pop the trunk.

Oh.

Alonzo Pierce.

That was a short trip.

Yeah, well, nobody steals
from Pike's Gambling Hall.

Well, at least somebody
at Pike's

is dedicated to their job.

Tell you something, Bobby,

you make detective work
look simple.

I mean, there you are, standing
there, gun in your hand,

Alonzo's Pierce's body
in the trunk.

I mean, all I had to do
was call a tow truck.

I'm gonna make it
even easier for you.

I'm gonna tell you exactly

what that little bitch,
Alonzo, did.

Tell me.

You know I seen
a lot of cheats in my time.

But last night... (sighs)
that was different.

I don't know exactly
what this guy

-and my dealer had going on,
-21.

But I knew the grift was on.

It had to be,
because nobody's that lucky.

See, in the old days, Vegas,

when guys like Sam Braun
used to run the town,

we would've put this guy
in a car,

done a little carpentry on him.

He would've given it up.

Town's changed.

Not for the better.

Right, more civilized now.

You whack guys in the alley.

I didn't tell him
to whack the guy.

I just told him
to get the cash back

and put a little healthy fear
of God in him

before he put him
on the Trailways bus.

So Alonzo killed Sikes
on his own initiative?

And he stole the cash.

Believe that?

I don't know what
to believe anymore, Bobby.

I mentored him,

and he turns around,
this little bitch,

and he doesn't have the cojones

to look me in the eye
and tell me the truth?

He has to make up
some BS story about...

he didn't kill him;
he just roughed him up,

and he put the cash away
for safekeeping.

I'm not gonna lie to you, I...

I would've whacked him
anyway, Alonzo,

but that's because he stole
from the house.

That's a matter of honor.

Old Vegas.

Damn straight.

See, you and me, we're
on opposite sides of the table,

but I know that right here,

we're on the same page.

I'm gonna ask you a favor.

What's that?

Put in a good word for me
at sentencing.

I'd like to get sent up
to Carson City...

with the old boys.

Men of honor.

Done.

Heard you caught a case
with day shift.

(chuckles)
Yeah, lucky me.

-Seems to be case closed.
-Right.

Homicide, guy's luck
ran out in the alley.

Yeah, the casino pit boss

sent one of his goons
after the guy.

The goon kills him,

takes the money,
and then he stashes it

in a stereo speaker,
and then pawns it.

Now, why am I doing this?

This day shift guy, Yeager,

really wants this solve,
he should be the one

finishing up the paperwork.

Your victim was stabbed
multiple times, wasn't he?

Yeah, why?

I don't know, I-I'm just looking

at the timestamps
on these photos.

So, the security goon gets
his orders from the pit boss

at 2:48 a.m.?

Yeah, and then the goon
follows him to the alley

and kills him around 3:00.

What are you seeing?

You know,
what about the clothes?

Doesn't this look like
the same suit, same shirt,

same tie?

Oh, my God, you're right.

Guy stabs him 12 times,
and he doesn't have

a single drop of blood
on his clothes.

Yeager still hasn't
gotten his solve.

Hey, Morgan,
I've been looking for you.

So your security guard
didn't kill Sikes.

Yeah, I know.

What, Hodges told you
about the bullet?

What bullet?

The metal fragment we found
in Sikes' wound tract.

We thought it was
the tip of the knife,

but it turns out
it's from a bullet.

I thought he was stabbed.

Now you're saying he was shot?

Yeah, twice.

(two gunshots)

And then the killer
used the Knife

to dig out the bullets,
and then proceeded to stab him

ten more times.

To throw us off track.

Well, that's where he made
his mistake.

Doc thought he recognized
the wound pattern,

so I did some checking,

found an open case
from two years ago,

same pattern.

Drug informant was murdered.

Person of interest
was a Luis Delgado.

Had ties to the Mala Noche
drug cartel in Miami.

The letters in blood.

"D.E."

He was trying to spell
"Delgado."

I-I just... I don't get it.

Why is a big-time gangster

wasting time with a nobody
like Jeremy Sikes?

I have an idea about that.

Turns out, a month ago,

Delgado walked in on a robbery
at his house.

He got shot,
and his girlfriend called it in.

You think Sikes was the robber.

I do.

And the DEA has had Delgado
under surveillance.

Check out this photo.

He's wearing the same ring

that Sikes pawned at Ruby's.

Where is Delgado now?

Owns a strip club
off of Flamingo.

♪ A childhood innocence

♪ Was drowned in your tears

♪ The demons that you fought ♪

♪ Are feeding your fears

♪ The poisoned secrets

♪ Of your life stand revealed ♪

Luis Delgado?

♪ The truth destroys you... ♪

I hope these gentlemen

are up to date
with their carry permits.

What do you want, Detective?

I'm the bearer of good news.

You recognize him?

His name is Jeremy Sikes.

No. Should 1?

The guy died two nights ago.

Two shots in the back,
bullets dug out.

Sound familiar? This is the guy
who robbed your house.

I didn't file any police report.

Yeah, well,
we recovered this item,

pawned by Sikes.

That's my ring.

Yeah, well, no police report,
I can't return it to you.

Even in prison.

I think you have me mistaken
for somebody else, Detective.

You say he was killed
two nights ago?

You see, my mother,
she's very sick.

Two nights ago,
I was staying with her.

I can prove it.

I mean, you can prove it.

So the jury's in;
Luis Delgado is a beautiful son.

DEA surveillance
just alibied him out.

Okay, but that doesn't mean
that he didn't get

one of his own guys
to do it for him.

That's true,
but the rep on Delgado

is that he's very hands-on.

So where does this leave us?

I think we have the right motive
but the wrong person.

So, Kristi Holt and Luis Delgado

both talked about Sikes
breaking into their houses,

and in both cases,
they walked in on him.

What if they weren't
the only ones?

Maybe another homeowner
walks in on Sikes,

gets a good look at him
when he's in their house,

two nights ago sees him again
in the alley,

after he was rolled
by Alonzo Pierce.

I think we have to pull
more case files.

Yeah, I agree.

Go back to the pawnshop.

See what else
Jeremy Sikes pawned for cash.

♪♪

Okay, what do we got?

22 items from Ruby's Pawn Shop,

all pawned by Jeremy Sikes

-in the last six months.
-And all of them

can be traced forensically back
to five B-and-Es,

including the break-ins
at Kristi Holt's

and Luis Delgado's.

BRODY: These aren't
your ordinary B-and-Es.

In all five cases,

the homeowners walked in
on the robbery.

According to this,
walked into a bullet.

Yeah, well, five B-and-Es,
four murders

and one attempted.

Only Delgado escaped death.

So what are we supposed
to believe?

This Jeremy Sikes
is just one unlucky burglar?

I thought we agreed that luck
wasn't a player here.

No, the shootings
weren't an accident,

and the robberies
were cover stories.

Remember how Kristi Holt

left her husband's watch
off of the insurance claim?

Well, the same goes
for all of these homeowners.

YEAGER:
22 items stolen,

and not one of them reported
by the victims' survivors?

I mean, personally,
I... we think that

it's payment
for services rendered.

I agree.

We had a case like this
up in Seattle.

Low-rent hit man for hire ring.

Advertised in the personals.

Called themselves
"problem solvers."

They're pretty good, too.

Flew under the radar
for a long time.

-So how'd you bust them?
-Caught a break.

Turned out one of the hit men
was a coke addict.

Burned through his money,
started shooting off his mouth,

I guess he became a liability.

'Cause the head guy decided
to hit the hit man.

So Jeremy Sikes
became a liability.

Only instead of blow,
it was blackjack.

BRODY: All this loot,
he should've been flush,

but instead,
he was living on the streets

with his last $200.

Sounds like a liability to me.

One that the broker
decided to eliminate

by framing Delgado.

The only question is:
Who's the broker?

Kristi, in addition
to your husband's watch,

we also recovered these
other items that were stolen

by Jeremy Sikes.

The... the man who broke
into my house.

And murdered
your husband, Simon.

RUSSELL:
That's roughly, we figure,

about $5,000 worth right there.

That's an awful lot
of valuable stuff

to forget to report,
don't you think?

(sighs)

Listen, we know that you...

you bought this watch
for Simon for your...

your anniversary, right?

But you did not buy
this bracelet for him.

Someone else did.

Another woman.

BRODY: We traced
the purchase back to a...

Tiana Lee.

Oh, come on, Kristi,
we understand.

I mean...

you're working two jobs, right?

And you're still in debt

because Simon spends the money
as fast as you can make it.

What happened?

You came back
from work one night,

he wasn't there.

He was out again.

Then he shows up.

Maybe he's drunk.

And you ask him,
"Where were you?

What were you doing?"

Maybe he hits you.

Maybe he does that a lot.

And then, one day,
someone, a friend,

suggests a solution.

And all you can think about
is getting rid

of that pain, all that sadness.

Look, Kristi...

We know that, in your heart,
you are not a killer.

And that you... you feel guilty
about all of this.

But this is your chance

to get rid of some
of that guilt.

By telling us
the truth right now.

KRISTI:
But you're right.

About Simon.

About the friend.

That person gave me
an e-mail address of a broker.

I was told
to follow instructions.

They were going to make it
look like a robbery,

and I was told to leave
certain items off the report.

To pay the hit man.

I wasn't lying

when I said
that I never met the guy.

Him just... sitting at my table

and going on that
insane run was just...

Dumb luck?
What about the broker?

I paid $5,000 up front,
and they set up a meet.

You remember where?

At a pawnshop.

Oh.

Is this the guy that you paid?

No. I think he runs the place.

The broker's a woman.

Older.

She said she hangs out there.

(cell phone ringing)

Russell.

When?

What now?

Somebody just went
into Ruby's Pawn Shop,

shot the place up.

BRODY:
Akers, what the hell happened?

According to Ms. Banks,
two armed men entered.

They were looking for something.

She doesn't know what.

They shot her son, Kyle.

Took her other son, Zeke.

Okay. Thanks.

(crying)

Who would do
something like this?

I don't know.

But I think you do.

Excuse me?

Kristi Holt gave you up.

We know Jeremy Sikes worked
for you as a hit man,

and we have a pretty good idea

how you terminated
his employment.

What is wrong with you people?

My son is lying there dead,

and now they've got
my other boy, Zeke.

-Ruby, it's over.
- I didn't kill Sikes.

But I know who did--
it was Delgado.

I mean, the word on the street
is it's his signature.

Two shots to the back,
bullets dug out.

Sikes even tried
to write Delgado's name.

That is one hell of a story.

But word on my street
is that you're a sociopath.

You're the one
who killed Jeremy Sikes...

(two gunshots)

...and framed Delgado.

BRODY: And you know
exactly who came here

and why.

If you don't come clean,

you're going to lose
another son.

Come on, Ruby.

We know how much
you love your boy.

Okay, you're right.

I killed Sikes, but...

my boys didn't know anything
about the side business.

Sikes stole this cigar box
from Delgado,

and it wasn't even
worth anything--

It was a few hundred bucks--

But what was inside
was worth a lot more.

It was 100 grand in heroin.

Where are the drugs?

I sold them.

But Delgado's guys
don't know this.

Zeke, he wanted to protect me,
so he lied to them.

He said he knew what they wanted
and he would take them to it.

When Delgado finds out
that he lied,

he's going to kill him.

(indistinct chatter)

Back again so soon?

Where's the kid, Delgado?

-What kid? -I know you
got him in some basement,

beating the hell out of him,
but he doesn't know anything.

You're not going to get
your drugs back

because his mother
has already sold them.

They're gone.

Are you going to make me
ask you again?

Where is he?!

Hey. I think you need to start

showing me
a little more respect.

-This is my house.
-Yeah, right.

Look, your lapdog
is going to mess on the rug.

If he doesn't get
his hand off his gun...

Or... what are you
going to do about it?

(patrons screaming)

(man groaning)

Now that I have
your attention...

You tell me where the kid is,

and we all go home.

Or we all got to die sometime.

You're new in town,
so here's your play.

Here's what the guys
in Vegas used to say--

In the old Vegas:

It's your house,
it's your rules.

You got that right.

I think you got yourself a fan.

(chuckles) No, he just likes
the way I handle power tools.

No, I wasn't talking about him.

Oh.

Well, congratulations.

You got your solve.

No. You take it.

I mean, you earned it.
I'll catch the next one.

Maybe I'll catch it with you.

I'll see you around.

Yeah.

This is nice.

I'm glad you could
finally get a night off.

You should thank Finn.
She's covering for me.

You have a... a great group
of people here, D.B.

They work so well together,
and they're like a family.

You should feel good about that.

I do.

Charlie-- has he made
any decisions yet?

No. Not yet.

And what about you?

What's going on?

This last trip to Seattle,

I made a pilgrimage
to that neighborhood

that we used to love
to drive through,

with the house on the hill,
with the view.

I remember.

We used to fantasize
walking up to the front door,

knocking and asking
if they would sell it to us.

I did that.

And they're an older couple,

and they're very open
to the idea.

Okay, don't look
at me like that.

Well... you're serious?

We have a house-- here.

We've talked about this before.

You can't do this job forever.

And I don't want to wait
forever for this house.

Where's this coming from?

I'm worried about you.

I think... I think this job
is getting to you.

It's not. I'm fine.

I don't believe that.

Well, I'm fine.

I'm sorry. Come here.

My work here isn't done yet,
but when it is,

when that day comes, you and I

will go back up
to Seattle, and we'll...

we'll both knock
on that door together.

I promise.

I accept.