04x09 - Remains To Be Seen

[bunniefuu]

Please... Give me another chance!

[groaning]

[gurgling]

[gasping]

And... cut!

Nice, Cole. I dig it.

We got it, right?

Come on, Lena.

You are like a puppy.

Cute?

Needy and annoying.

Dave's going to love it.

After 22 takes, he'd better.

It is good.

But good is the enemy of great.

I gave the ending a bit of a rethink last night.

We're not junking three good levels and six scenes.

This looks pretty sick.

So, what? We dump two months of code because he has a neat idea?

We agreed when we started this that I had creative control.

Well, then you can realize your unique genius on your own.

I quit.

Who, Dude. I think she means it this time.

She'll be back.

Heather, look at this.

I was garage sale-ing. I picked it up for a buck.

It's nice, James.

You don't like it.

No, it's just... I think maybe you have a little obsession.

Why do you keep buying these, anyway?

Did you have one of these when you were a kid or something?

Or something.

James...

Won't happen again, Boss.

You know that you can talk to me about anything, right?

I know. That's what I love about you.

"[Angie]: How do you... How do you spell "Aryan"?

A-S-P-I-R-I-N.

Oh, bless you.

How did you get stuck with all that paperwork?

Jack had an early flight, so I said I'd do it.

Really?

Mm-hmm.

Shut your mouth.

Not saying a word.

Was that early flight unfortunate?

Convenient.

So not a keeper?

Not an issue. The guy lives halfway around the world.

He must have gotten off at the wrong stop.

Stoker: Detective Flynn, how are we?

Agent Stoker. Good to see you again.

Good to see you, too.

You miss your flight?

No. New assignment. Interpol want a new liaison agent, in your region.

Vega: I see.

That would be you?

For now, yeah, Until they find a replacement.

And how long are you here for?

A few months, could be a little longer.

Our bullpen is your bullpen.

Stoker: Thank you.

Detective Flynn.

Is that going to be a problem?

Not for me.

Examination of the perimortem, antimortem and postmortem injuries didn't yield residue from the dermal ridges.

With the proven efficacy of polyvinylsiloxane-developed prints, from even decomposing dermis, I proceeded with the protocols as outlined by the office of Chief Medical Examiner to capture fingerprints off human tissue.

I was right there with you...

Mm-hmm?

And I think I know what you said.

So, too technical?

A little.

Okay, all right, it's good to know, because if you can't follow me, how can I expect a jury to understand my testimony?

Wow, what a mess.

Where's the body?

Lucas said there was a body.

There's kind of a body.

Excuse me.

James?

Hey, good morning.

Hi. I thought that you were going to the estate auctions this morning.

Yeah, I was...

I am.

I forgot something.

Huh.

Where did you go last night?

Well, I couldn't sleep, and I went for a walk.

I should have left a note.

Yes. Yes, you should have...

Listen, I have a guy here who has a scrimshaw whale tooth.

I just need you to tell me if it's a replica.

Get him to leave it.

It's just going to take a minute.

I know. I'm late as it is, babe.

Okay. All right.

You'd better get something good.

I'll get something great. I love you.

I love you, too.

Our victim was wearing a motion-capture suit when they were att*cked.

Go ahead.

According to the metadata on the file, this recording happened around midnight.

You can see every movement.

And that explains all the blood.

Lucas: And then this happens.

You got anything?

Other than your victim is dead, not much.

Lucas: We've seen some pretty elaborate faked deaths before.

Yeah, but, see, it's the same blood type, so likely from the same person.

Okay, so... they were att*cked here... decapitated here.

A bone fragment.

Whatever your m*rder w*apon was, it was sharp enough to cut through bone.

We may have a name for our victim: Dave Briggs Junior.

Okay, I'll try to confirm through medical records.

You ready for court?

I will be.

You're gonna be great.

Your people don't know what they're doing.

Just give me 10 minutes with the server so I can make a back-up.

Everything on that server is potential evidence in a m*rder investigation.

It's two years of my life.

The sooner that we finish our work, the sooner you can get to yours.

Now please answer my question.

Me and Briggs met at art school.

We were into the same stuff...

Video games, horror movies, surrealism.

Our graduating project was a horror maze we put up on the web.

"w*r of the Reapers."

What? A cop can't play videogames?

We decided to make another game.

Briggs would design it. I'd code.

And what about this other guy...

Cole?

He pretty much does whatever we tell him.

Briggs crowdfunded some cash to get us started, and, two years later, here we are, still trying to finish the damn thing.

So why the delays?

Briggs got weird.

Super a**l. Perfectionist.

Kept rethinking things.

"Good is the enemy of great," blah, blah, blah.

Doesn't matter if the game is perfect if it doesn't ship.

It was a complete flip from when we made the first game.

Any idea why the change in attitude?

dr*gs? It would explain where the crowdfunding went.

You saw him doing dr*gs?

No, but dude was paranoid.

At one point, he thought he was being followed.

And can you tell me where you were last night?

Cole: I was with Lena.

All night.

How long have you known Briggs?

Briggs and Lena hired me a couple years ago when they started working on the game.

The guy's a genius.

I mean, he's a pain in the ass to work with, yeah, but he had this... vision for everything.

That's why I stayed on the project even after the money ran out.

For a couple years...

Must have been hard making ends meet.

I mean, we all have side gigs.

I do extra work for TV.

Lena works at a post-production facility.

What about Briggs?

I figured he was a trustafarian.

So you don't know?

Look, I knew the guy for years, but I never really knew him, you know?

Lena's convinced he was still living off the crowdfunding, but there's no way, given the amount of cash he'd flash around.

Flash around how?

A few times, this dude came around the studio.

I saw Briggs hand him a wad of cash.

This guy got a name?

Darnell something.

Can you describe him?

Okay, so we're looking for a dude with a sketchy vibe, who's, like, dad age, normal height, normal weight?

Lucas: Cole's not the most observant person, is he?

No, and he was a bust with the sketch artist, too.

Well, did Betty confirm the victim's I.D. yet?

She's close, she said.

You know, I'm thinking I should probably go to Briggs' apartment to search it.

Okay.

Right after I go see Vega.

So, how are you settling in?

Just peachy.

I even got my new I.D. badge, with all its privileges.

You qualify to carry a side-arm yet?

Thanks for the reminder.

That's where I'm going. I'm off to the range.

Well, have fun.

I certainly shall.

Um...

Listen, about this morning...

I'm sorry to surprise you like that.

I didn't get my marching orders until I was actually at the airport.

It's no problem.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Okay.

[knocks on desk] See you later.

So, the prosecutor pulled the witness that you gave her.

What?

Hello?

Without that witness, Kelly walks.

Betty will take care of it with her testimony.

I'm not so sure about that.

You get that you're off the hook for providing a false witness, right?

You get that.

If Kelly walks because of this...

Lucas, I'm going to tell you this one time, as your Staff Sergeant...

More important, as your friend.

Do not let one lapse in judgment turn into another one.

Let it go.

The bone fragment was a chip from the foramen transversarium of one of the cervical vertebrae.

It was cut cleanly with something very sharp.

Okay, so the video didn't lie.

You get an identification on the vic?

The blood was a DNA match for Dave Briggs.

It turns out Mr. Briggs was a proponent of autologous blood donation.

He stored his own blood in case of an emergency.

His colleagues did say he was paranoid.

Sounds paranoid.

Thanks.

Hey...

Yeah?

Before you go...

Oh, yeah. Hit me.

Okay.

Unable to recover fingerprints from the cadaver, I utilized an approved protocol to remove fingerprints from living tissue in order to identify the assailant.

That's it.

Oh. Yeah, well, it's clearer.

But...

It doesn't really explain anything to me.

Damn it.

I do not want to be the reason this guy walks.

Listen, you're gonna get there. Don't worry about it.

Thanks.

I thought you were going to Briggs' apartment?

Yeah, I was, but then I got something from Digital Forensics, so I sent Stoker.

Oh, why'd you do that?

He offered.

Very nice of him.

Here. Check this out.

You know what the really cool thing about that studio is?

They don't just have one camera, they have 50.

It would be even cooler if any one of those cameras actually took pictures.

I followed up with Digital Forensics and got them to pull the raw data.

That looks like a glitch.

Yeah, except, it isn't.

It's points of light reflecting off of something shiny.

Angie: Like a m*rder w*apon?

I got them to connect the dots...

Angie: That's a sword.

Cool prop.

Heather: Oh, that's the real deal, it's not a replica.

Sixteenth-century, Scottish Highlands.

Careful, it's still sharp.

It's just not quite what I'm after.

Okay... Which is?

Inspiration, more than anything.

I'm developing a video game.

I'm looking for a unique w*apon for the final big boss battle.

Oh...

Okay, seriously, how do you find this stuff?

I've just always loved it, you know?

Collecting memories...

It's hard to explain.

No. I get it. Follow your passion, right?

Exactly. Yeah.

My partner, James, he's the same way.

Heather: He's also got a thing for old toy cars.

Me too.

Kind of reminds me of when I was a kid...

Heather: Oh, yeah? Well, there's no tax if you pay cash.

Deal.

Okay.

So we get new stock in all the time.

There you go.

I can give you a call if I find something original for your game.

Briggs: Here. Take my card.

Give me a call if you find anything you think might work for me.

Okay.

Oh... well, hello.

Hi.

We got this. Thanks.

You don't have to do this.

Always happy to help.

You find anything interesting?

Apart from the ramen noodles?

So if Briggs was living off the crowd-funding, he certainly wasn't using it for a lavish lifestyle.

Looks like he was living his game 24/7.

And what does this look like to you?

Looks like a cross between a videogame and an investigation board.

Dave Briggs Senior was a reporter.

That's a "Dear Jane" letter.

Briggs Senior pulled a runner on his wife and kid 20 years ago.

Has been looking for dear, old daddy ever since.

Well, hello, Darnell.

So, I was thinking, since I'm back in town, why don't we go out for dinner?

Uh... yeah.

I don't think that's the best idea.

Yeah? Well, I won't hold you up any longer, Detective.

Angie: Okay.

Stoker: See you back at the station.

What are you up to?

Waiting for summer.

You sound so serious.

It'll warm up soon.

We can get that cottage we rented a few years back.

The one in Tofino?

That must have been another girlfriend.

This was in Pemberton.

Are you okay?

I will be.

Because, you know, you seem really out of sorts, and you have for months.

Like what?

Distant. Distracted. You sneak out last night.

I told you I didn't sneak out. I went for a walk.

Yeah.

I'm not drinking.

I promise.

Hey. Last night, I went to talk to my sponsor.

You could have just told me that.

I've told you before.

I don't want to infect you with my past.

I've got work to do.

Got a hit on the cell phone number.

Darnell is Darnell Murphy.

He's a telemarketer now, but he used to work for "The Vancouver Chronicle."

That is where Dave Briggs Senior used to work.

It makes sense that if Junior's looking for his old man.

That he'd reach out to Senior's colleagues.

Okay. Let's go talk to him.

That can't be good.

You told the prosecutor to drop the eye witness in the Tim Kelly case?

Yeah, I heard a witness had come forward.

I checked into his bona fides.

I then advised Miss Benoit that his previous criminal history might be detrimental to the credibility of his testimony, yes.

Tim Kelly broke into this building.

att*cked one of our people.

I'm well aware of what Tim Kelly did, Ma'am.

Then why are you trying to hamper our chances of a conviction?

Well, if the witness gets discredited, the case looks weak.

Dr. Rogers is a sympathetic witness...

She's going to look biased.

The jury's opinion is all that matters.

I don't share your optimism.

Huh.

You seem to have taken a keen, personal interest in this case.

First, there's the incident with the reporter, now this.

I'm getting tired of coming down here.

The feeling is mutual.

So I was thinking I would go to court when Betty testifies.

Yeah?

Here we go.

Darnell Murphy? This is the police.

You might want to talk to her first, because she's not a big fan of cheering squads.

[clicking]

[g*nsh*t]

Drop your w*apon!

Darnell: Yeah, right!

If you're police, show me a badge.

Oh, yeah, right.

Sorry.

How am I supposed to know you were cops?

Because we told you.

Yeah, right, I'm supposed to believe you?

Like, a k*ller rolls up and goes, "Hey, hi. I'm here to k*ll you."

Why would you think someone is trying to k*ll you?

Because I know Briggs is m*rder*d.

I figured the same guys are going to try to take a run at me.

Why would they be after you?

Because I was helping Briggs prove they k*lled his dad.

We have no evidence to indicate that Dave Briggs Senior was k*lled.

That's because they make people disappear.

Okay, listen. You're going to need to be way more specific than "they."

Okay... Briggs Senior made a name for himself by writing the kind of stories that no one else would touch.

The mob... corruption... you name it, he took it on.

Okay, well, we found a letter that Dave Briggs Senior wrote to his wife and kid before he ran off on them.

Fake.

Can you prove that?

No... but you can.

Okay.

Why don't you tell me about Dave Briggs Junior?

Well, he also didn't believe that his old man just took off like that, so he was trying to track him down.

And... I was helping him.

For a fee?

Well, yeah. I got bills to pay.

And what kind of help are we talking about here, Darnell?

Well, I told him about what his old man was working on.

And I set him up a meeting with Cal Sifton.

He was the editor-in-chief at "The Chronicle."

Dave Briggs was a... was a hell of a reporter.

First in, last out every day.

Sounds like the perfect employee.

I used to tell my guys that good was the enemy of great.

He took it to heart.

I understand he may have been k*lled over a story he was working on.

There's never been any evidence to support that.

Did you tell his son that?

Poor kid.

He'd been searching for his old man for years.

I told him he was welcome to his old man's notes.

Did you give them to him?

I was going to.

I put a copy of the article in there as well.

People must have flipped when this story broke.

Never happened.

You can't publish what you can't confirm.

The story was based on information from a source that Briggs had, and...

He never told anyone who it was.

Lucas and I ran down all the people mentioned in Senior's article and his story notes.

It's a who's who of city councilors, CEOs, developers...

Some are dead, some are already in prison...

Well, there could still be someone here with something to hide, right?

And if Briggs Junior was sniffing around...

Yeah, except that we have no evidence that he was doing that.

And we have no proof that Senior left willingly except for that "Dear Jane" letter.

Okay.

But now that you have other samples of his handwriting, you can maybe send that to Forensics for analysis?

Already done.

Then what are you doing here?

Because I'm waiting to hear from Forensics.

Yeah, but you could do that at home.

You got sh*t at today.

Oh. please.

That's a little dramatic.

I don't think I got sh*t at, I was more sh*t near.

Go home.

Or you could say I got sh*t around.

Adjacent. I was sh*t adjacent.

Have a good night.

Went around me...

[knocking on door]

Thai food.

Well, that is a lovely gesture, and I appreciate it.

Thank you, but I...

Look, you made it crystal clear.

This here is just for you.

I know when I was sh*t at, all I wanted to do was eat.

You get sh*t at a lot, did you?

I get sh*t at a hell of a lot.

[chuckles]

But not so much anymore.

The downside of a desk job.

Thank you.

You're very welcome.

Enjoy.

And listen... do I find you attractive?

Obviously.

Am I going to be a problem?

Absolutely not.

Will you get out?

While I can.

Get some rest.

I will.

Summer...

Hi.

I can't wait.

You can't wait for what?

I found your ring.

Come here.

Are you asking me to marry you?

Well, I already did.

Yes.

Yes?

Yes?

What do you want? Why are you following me?

[blows landing]

No more coming around.

No more questions.

If I see you around her again, I'll k*ll you.

Handwriting forensics says the "Dear Jane" letter is a fake.

Overwhelming evidence.

That's for you.

Writing is halting and considered... with traces of graphite underneath?

Lucas: Someone traced Briggs Senior's handwriting.

I think Darnell was right about what happened to the father.

I wonder what skeleton Junior pulled out of Senior's closet?

Think of the process like playing with Play-Doh.

No matter what colour it is, you stick your thumb into it, you get the same thumbprint.

Excellent.

You ready?

Oh, yeah. I'm ready.

I thought we were going to your place.

We can't. My dad's got the night shift all week.

Blair and I found an old tree house out here.

Tree house. What are we, four?

You don't have to come. I mean, listening to Mr. Potvin explain his chubby for quadratic equations is a blast.

How far is it?

It's right over there.

Are you okay?

Yeah...

Somebody ditched a backpack.

Holy...

Hey.

Hey.

Dr. Rogers: Finally, a body to work with.

Angie: Yeah.

I'm guessing this is Dave Briggs Junior.

Decapitated.

His head and wallet found in a bag.

There's also a chip out of the C4 that's consistent with the fragment found at the game studio, and that toy car was found on his chest.

What can you tell me about the second body?

Decapitated, too. Male.

Late 20s to mid-30s.

Also wrapped in a canvas sheet.

And this rusted toy car was found on his chest.

Decapitation is what k*lled him?

Not sure yet.

There's not much to work with.

How long's he been in the ground?

The longer a body's in the ground, the harder it is to tell.

Do me a favor. Check his dental records against Dave Briggs Senior.

Father and son?

That's what I'm thinking.

How did your testimony go today?

Good.

Kelly looked a lot smaller than I remember.

I bet you knocked it out of the park.

I did.

Heather: James, I'm back.

Where have you been?

Briggs put you in danger.

What? Briggs? Who's Briggs?

Babe, I need you to focus.

Listen to me. Have you seen anyone around you?

Anyone... Anyone following you? Any strange phone calls?

You're scaring me.

You should be scared. I think somebody is after you.

We have to get out of town.

What?

Yes.

Is this someone from your past?

Babe, I don't know what I'd do if something happened to you.

Nothing's going to happen to me.

Vega: So I heard Forensics were in on our John Doe.

Yeah. Angie was right.

Dental records confirmed that the second victim was Dave Briggs Senior.

And they were both k*lled in the same way.

Both struck from behind, base of the skull.

Single blow.

Same m*rder w*apon?

Similar.

The sword used to decapitate Dave Briggs Junior was sharper than whatever was used to k*ll his father.

All right. So likely one k*ller for both victims.

And there was some evidence gift-wrapped for us in the canvas that was wrapped around Dave Briggs Junior.

He had an abundance of ulocladium spores on him.

I mean, they're usually grown on paper in damp locations.

Well, that doesn't fit with his apartment or the crime scene.

He could have picked it up at a location prior to his death.

Or maybe they were on the canvas that was wrapped around him. Possibly.

[telephone rings]

Hang on.

Dr. Rogers.

That was fast.

I see.

Thank you.

Fast usually means good news.

Jury was unanimous.

Guilty on all charges.

So it's... over?

Well, Kelly's lawyer's making some noise about an appeal.

So I guess he could still walk.

So he walks.

We're officers, not judges.

Thank you.

For what?

I crossed the line.

You pulled me back.

I know why I'm here.

Conference call with the Paris office.

Thought I'd stay up.

Do you have a second?

I could use fresh eyes on something.

I think that both murders are connected to a story that Dave Briggs Senior was working on, but we eliminated all the people that he named.

And who was his source?

Nobody knows. He didn't name them.

So maybe Junior figured this out on his own and he d*ed to keep the secrets.

Well, we went over his movements for the last week.

Except for the wallet, which we just recovered with the body.

Two hundred bucks cash. Points cards... Driver's licence...

RTBS? What is that?

That's a receipt from someplace.

Remains To Be Seen.

Antique store.

The perfect place to grow mold spores.

Uh-huh.

Thank you.

You're very welcome. That was all you.

Aw, not really. There was a bit of this.

Can I help you?

You have one hell of an eye.

Well, I can't take all the credit.

My partner, James, he does a lot of the buying.

Those look familiar.

I've got a friend who's got one just like that.

Yeah, they're...

They're very popular.

Oh, are these old?

They are.

It's a first edition.

Is it?

You know...

You only live once.

Will you wrap that up for me?

Of course.

Do you mind me asking how you heard about our shop?

Oh, yeah. My friend, Dave Briggs, told me about you.

Do you know him?

No. No. No, I don't.

Will this be all?

How much for the katana?

Got back to uso Forenss about the items we recovered from the store.

The sword tested positive for traces of human blood.

Is it a match to Briggs?

Same blood type, but there wasn't enough to confirm Briggs' DNA, and they couldn't determine how old the blood is.

As for the spores, they are exactly the same as the ones we recovered from the body...

Yeah, which we can find in almost any antique shop.

It's all circumstantial.

Yeah, it is.

Well, can you connect anyone from the store to Dave Briggs Senior or Junior?

Just that Junior was in the store.

I've got Uniforms picking up the owners to come in for questioning now.

Hey... I saw Wells stop by here earlier.

Everything good?

You sure?

Yup.

You wouldn't lie?

Never lie.

Well, that's not true.

Never lie.

That's Dave Briggs?

You sound surprised.

Well, he was in the store a couple of weeks ago.

He seemed nice.

Briggs bought something from you.

Yeah. A toy car.

It just seemed like an impulse purchase.

So why did you lie about knowing him?

I didn't.

We get lots of customers.

What did he do?

What makes you think he did something?

James, my fiancé.

He was upset yesterday. Worried.

He said that Briggs put us in danger.

What kind of danger?

I don't know.

I don't even know Briggs.

I don't know what James is so worried about.

I don't even know what's going on with him lately.

No, I don't know him.

We're investigating what happened to him, Mr. Lenathan.

So what's your relationship with him?

Well, I can't have a relationship with somebody I don't know.

His name is Dave Briggs.

He's a video game designer.

What's going on here? Am I a suspect for something?

Do you think that you're a suspect?

Hey, don't play games with me.

If you want to accuse me of something, say it.

We're just having a conversation.

No, we're not.

Either something happened to this guy, or somebody did something to him.

Either way, I can't help you.

Now, are we done?

I think he might be drinking again.

I find him staggering around the house like he doesn't even know where he is.

Have you asked him about that?

Yeah.

He denied it.

I just don't know what else it could be.

You know, he's, just, like, so erratic.

One minute, all he can talk about is summer and getting married.

The next minute, he's convinced that we're in danger.

Heather seems genuinely scared.

That throws suspicion on James.

Well, James is more annoyed than anything.

Asked for his lawyer right away. He's aggressive... he's confident.

Heather.

I don't think that was an act in there.

No.

And the aggression...

Yeah, could be a sign of guilt.

Stoker: Yeah.

Do you think you can get him to bluster his way into an alibi before his lawyer gets here?

I can try.

This James guy... he's just... off.

Once Lucas is finished in there, I'm going to cut them loose.

Did you do something?

What did you do?

Babe, I don't know what you're talking about.

The police just questioned us.

Your sneaking around and secrets and lying, and I just...

[sniffles]

I think deserve to know.

I can't do this.

James Lenathan and David Briggs.

There has to be a connection.

Well, he's got no criminal record, and he never worked for any of the companies that Briggs investigated.

What about these toy cars?

Obviously, they're significant.

The k*ller left one at each body.

That's another Mustang. And that's Dave Briggs Senior beside it.

Can I help you with something?

Detective Brian Lucas.

I'm investigating a homicide.

Someone said that they were at this address a few nights ago.

A restaurant called Nouri's.

[chuckles] Nouri's...

That place burnt down, what, 10, 12 years ago.

Did they open anywhere else?

Nah. The way I heard it, the owner took the insurance money on a trip to Costa Rica.

Thanks for your time.

No problem.

Hey, Angie.

The restaurant that James says he was at when Briggs was m*rder*d?

Long gone.

Angie: Well, that's a bad alibi.

In one of Junior's photos of his father...

There's a car that looks exactly like the toy cars that were left on the bodies.

We ran the plates and the car was registered to James Lenathan and Summer Evans.

Summer Evans was James' fiancée.

She's the connection.

It's a toy car. So what?

So, it came from your shop.

It could have come from anywhere.

This sword tested positive for traces of human blood that matched Dave Briggs.

This book has the same mold spores growing in it that we found in the sheet that you wrapped Dave Briggs' body in.

Look, I told you where I was the night Briggs disappeared.

Briggs didn't disappear, James, he was m*rder*d.

We found his body. And we checked your alibi.

The restaurant you said you were at doesn't exist anymore.

No.

You're trying to confuse me.

Are you drinking again?

Is Heather right?

Heather?

Would you please let me go?

That's not an option until we sort this out, James.

Please.

I have to go.

It's getting late.

Let's talk about Summer.

She was helping Briggs on his story, wasn't she?

Briggs used her.

Heather: So we get new stock in all the time. There you go.

I can give you a call if I find something original for your game.

Here. Let me give you my card. Give me a call if you find anything you think might work for me.

Okay.

Have you thought about my proposal?

Have you thought about my proposal?

I can't. I mean, I want to help, but...

Dave Briggs: The place that you work is the only spot where these guys go on the regular.

They have a few drinks, things slip...

Guys get stupid around a pretty girl.

Summer, don't do this.

They're k*lling innocent people.

They will keep doing it unless you get involved.

You can't get involved.

I'll tell you what I hear. But you can't use my name.

Don't worry.

I'll protect you.

I promise.

Angie: And then she disappeared.

That's why you k*lled him.

He didn't deserve to live.

So I tracked him down.

I followed him.

Get away from me!

What about Dave Briggs Junior?

Why did you k*ll him?

I don't...

I don't know what you're talking about.

You don't remember?

That big studio.

Briggs wearing that suit. All that blood.

You carried the body out.

The rope? Canvas?

Dave Briggs Senior: Don't worry. I'll protect you. I promise.

You dug a grave for Senior just like you did for Junior.

You thought you were digging a new grave and then you uncovered Senior's body.

That's why you left Junior in the field, because you panicked?

I didn't k*ll anyone.

Let's get a social worker in here, please.

James, do you know why you're here?

You committed two murders.

No.

No.

I was having dinner... at Nouri's.

The waiter can vouch for me.

Please let me go. I have to go.

Whatever this is about, it can wait.

Summer went out for groceries hours ago and she should have been back by now.

I have to find her.

Please help me find her.

Okay.

So doctors say that James' symptoms are consistent with early-onset Alzheimer's.

It's sad, really.

The last memories in are the first ones out.

They say the most vibrant ones stick around the longest.

Like a m*rder.

Or like losing your fiancée.

Are there any leads on the body?

No. Poor woman.

And James is stuck reliving the worst memories of his life.

I can't imagine committing the same m*rder twice.

That's the trouble with keeping a secret.

It never goes away.

Yeah? You speaking from experience?

I only have one secret.

You did ask Interpol to make you the temporary liaison here, didn't you?

Huh?

Funny. But no.

[whispers] I didn't have time to go qualify for my firearm.

Well, I can help you with that.

Really?

Yeah. And maybe we could... get dinner?

Well, you know, I don't know if that's such a good idea.

Fine. Suit yourself.

Hey, I'm kidding, I'm kidding, I'm kidding.

Angie: And after, we can see what happens.