04x02 - Sorry I Missed You

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Man: Cross traffic coming up. It's very close.

Woman: It's losing control here. It's going the wrong side.

Here comes a school bus.

The school bus saw him coming, it stopped.

We got cars turning left here in front of him.

Sykes: Oh, no, no, no, no! Oh, god.

Flynn: Oh, geez. Who is this guy?

According to CHP, license plate comes back to a Dr. Justin Henson.

Get this... He's a psychiatrist.

Whoa, doc. Better take some Xanax.

10:00 A.M., and he's already running from the law.

Maybe he's a morning person.

Well, since he's in Long Beach, he's their problem.

Wrong way, and he's working his way through.

Chp still right on him. And this is...

Sanchez: This is all our Alice stuff.

[ TV chatter continues ]

Rusty: Jane Doe number 38.

Is that how she's supposed to be remembered?

Yeah. Makes me mad.

Not mad enough to hit anyone, but... mad.

Sykes: Oh, no, no, no, no! That was close.

Flynn: Hey, Julio, did you make sure there's nothing in there directly related to, uh, Slider's trial?

No, sir. I'm a complete idiot.

Look, I'm just trying to make sure you don't get in trouble helping the kid out.

That's all.

Thank you for your concern, sir.

[ Telephone rings ] Buzz: Oh, god.

Lieutenant, he's getting on the highway.

Hey, Mike. Want to turn on the rover?

[ Click ] Man: Be advised...

Rusty: So, what, uh... what's gonna happen to Alice's body if I can't find out who she was?

Once a year, they take all the John and Jane Does from the morgue, and they have a funeral.

Bury her, without even knowing her name?

Not buried. Cremated.

Requesting additional units...

Maybe you'll figure out who she was first.

Air to all the southeast units, suspect is exiting the 110.

Sykes: Uh-oh. He's taken the exit off the 110.

Flynn: What?

What?! Towards L.A.?!

Okay. All right, Dr. Dumbass, stay out of my town.

Man: He's going way too fast. Cross traffic.

We have a couple cars blocking his way.

What are they talking about? There's no one blocking his way.

Whoa! He's lost control.

The picture's tape-delayed.

Wait for it.

He's fishtailing.

Whoa. Be advised, he's T.C.'d at the bottom of the ramp.

He's T.C.'d into a construction site.

10... 9... 8...

7...6...

Both: 5... 4... 3... 2... 1.

Man: Requesting a paramedic.

Actually, make that two paramedics.

What fell out of the trunk?

Is that...

Oh, god, no. [ Radio chatter ]

Air 12 to command post, you're gonna have to pull some detectives out.

Use caution, guys.

[ Siren wails ]

[ Helicopter blades whirring ]

[ Horn honks ]

Well, I can see why our psychiatrist was running away.

Well, actually, it turns out the guy who popped out of the trunk is our shrink.

Sykes: Dr. Justin Henson... sh*t three times in the back, probably with this revolver, which popped out with him.

Wait, wait, wait.

So, if this is the psychiatrist and he was carjacked, who is the genius behind the wheel over here?

No I.D. on him.

I've run his prints, but he's not in the database.

Paramedics checked him. Couldn't revive him, but... with so little of his face left...

Head through the window. Ugly.

He wasn't wearing his seat belt.

Well, another senseless tragedy.

Sykes: His g*n's not registered either.

Tao: Dr. Henson was sh*t while he was sitting behind the wheel.

These holes match the same pattern of wounds we found on the doctor's back, so the sh**t was definitely here, f*ring through the car seat.

Emptied the revolver.

Well, that's pretty weird, isn't it, I mean, for a carjacker to sh**t up the car that he's jacking?

Tao: And kind of a lousy sh*t, too.

Only three of the six b*ll*ts hit our dead doctor, even at such close range.

Okay, how did this pursuit get started?

With me, lieutenant...

Sergeant Shane Mills, Long Beach P.D.

Followed him all the way from 7th and Pacific.

Once the pursuit concluded, my guys immediately locked down the perimeter.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. But what started said pursuit?

Driver was talking on his cellphone.

I signaled for a stop. He did not comply.

The cellphone that you said you saw this guy talking on...

Did you find it anywhere?

No, but it was real. I saw it.

Also, as the tech pointed out, the suspect wasn't wearing his seat belt.

Lieutenant, I've asked patrol to search for the phone.

He might have tossed it during the chase.

Buzz: Helicopter footage might help.

Provenza: Okay. I'll get in touch with S.O.B.

Buzz, go make nice with the press.

I think my guys have it from here, sergeant.

And next time, kick the k*ller to the curb in your own city.

[ Dog barks ]

Flynn: Okay, so, we have no phone, no I.D., face m*nled beyond recognition.

Do we have anything that will help us identify the sh**t?

Tao: I found a bag of men's clothes back here.

I don't know if they belong to our sh**t or our dead doctor, but there seems to be a note here.

Looks like a to-do list.

"Check Monday's schedule. Pack clothes. Farmers' market. Doctor's office. Make calls. Farmers' market."

Farmers' market?

That's what it says.

Sharon: Farmers' market twice. That's odd.

Are there any farmers' markets close to where this chase began?

Sanchez: Uh, yes, ma'am.

In Long Beach, down by the Queen Mary.

Waist is 36", inseam 34".

Well, based on those measurements, these clothes belong to the sh**t, not the doctor.

Maybe our k*ller was planning on getting rid of the body and then changing his clothes.

Okay, so, what if the sh**t att*cked Dr. Henson at his office here in L.A.

And then drove the body to Long Beach to get rid of it, ma'am?

In between visits to the farmers' market?

The guy was a psychiatrist.

You know, maybe some of his patients had a screw loose.

Therapy doesn't fix everything.

Lucky me. My patients don't expect to improve.

Julio, let's get a warrant for Dr. Henson's finances and phone records.

Is there anything else that could help us identify our m*rder*r?

Both guys had wedding rings, but the k*ller's is inscribed with a name.

"Janice."

And there's this wadded-up note I pulled from his stomach.

Uh... paper displays no signs of digestion, so he probably swallowed it right before he went through the window.

Would you like to take the paper with you, or would you prefer me to photocopy it?

Okay, here's what we have.

Dr. Justin Henson, 5614 Chester Town Road.

That's his office address.

Our search there turned up nothing out of the way.

And "6PCIO93"... That's Henson's license plate.

Well, if the k*ller had to write down the doctor's office address, then he probably wasn't a patient.

Plus, according to the doctor's website, Henson only worked with adolescents 12 to 18.

Hang on!

Oh, boy.

Uh, I assumed our to-do list was written by the k*ller, but the undigested note we found in his stomach was written by somebody else.

Handwriting doesn't match?

At all.

Okay, so we think this was a hit on the shrink, really?

Provenza: I mean, what kind of hit man writes a to-do list to himself?

Or misses three out of six sh*ts when the target's right in front of him.

Or makes phone calls while driving with a body in the trunk.

Sharon: Maybe it was his first job.

Or maybe it was more personal.

We know the first name of the k*ller's wife is Janice.

The doctor had a wedding ring, as well.

Currently married to Courtney Henson.

His second wife, and she's 20 years younger.

Aha! Well, there you are!

It's always the second wife.

Ha!

She's having an affair.

Her new love helps k*ll off the older one.

And that explains the inexperience.

Buzz, any luck finding the k*ller's cellphone in the news-helicopter footage?

[ Sighs ] Still hunting, one frame at a time.

Julio, what about Dr. Henson's phone, then?

And how are we coming on the warrant for his financial records?

Well, the judge was worried that financial records might give us access to patient information now.

Well, call that judge back, Julio, and tell him that the patients are 12 to 18.

And it's highly unlikely that any of them have been paying for their own therapy.

Flynn: Or we could notify the shrink's wife that her husband is dead, and maybe she would sign the consent form for the searches.

No. Mrs. Henson's a person of interest.

Let's hold off on the notification, and let's see how she behaves when her husband doesn't come home tonight.

How did you begin sorting through all this?

I-I called the lady who hired Alice to clean her house, and she did... she did not want to get involved.

She acted like I was some kind of criminal.

I know. I-I remember her kind heart.

Did you call the shelter in Vegas?

We know that Alice left there because a guy came looking for her.

Yeah, but obviously not someone who wanted to call Missing Persons.

So, what does your own experience suggest about him, given how Alice was living?

He was... Family gone bad?

That's how nearly everyone else I knew ended up on the streets, so...

Family is a really good place to start, but don't give up on your other options yet.

What do you know about Alice so far?

Well, she was smart... Smarter than I was, anyway.

I mean, Alice found a job.

She had a plan. She was saving money.

Yet I'm the one who got out, and she d*ed.

You do not give yourself enough credit.

Yeah, but o-one wrong turn, one wrong car ride with the wrong guy, Sharon, I wouldn't be here.

It seems... It just seems so random.

It's like... like you drop a couple of eggs, one cracks, the other one doesn't.

I-is that really all there is to it?

Luck plays a really important part in everyone's life, and there is simply no way around that.

Are you still coming in to look at the tapes of the interviews with Alice's m*rder*r?

Yeah, thank you for that suggestion.

And, uh, thank you... for making me luckier than Alice.

It's... it's good to know that there's someone who would call Missing Persons if I ever disappeared.

Yes, I would call Missing Persons.

In fact, I think I will call Missing Persons right now.

[ Dialing ]

Detective Robby Oderno, please.

Robby, yes.

Listen, I thought of one more thing you can do for me.

Courtney: Justin worked with troubled teens, and if he couldn't fix them, the parents would take it out on him.

It's ridiculous. He was a therapist, not a magician.

Mrs. Henson, could a parent of one of your husband's patients be upset enough to k*ll him?

How am I supposed to know that?

Look, I'm sorry. I'm just having trouble coming to terms with all of this.

You're asking me if Justin has enemies, and it sounds [Laughing] almost medieval.

[ Scoffs ] She laughs. That's a strange reaction.

Her husband was m*rder*d, and she laughs.

Provenza: So, in addition to asking you a lot of standard questions, we would like you to fill out this form, which will let us search your financial records and your house.

Our house?

What happened to Justin happened in his car.

Why would you have to search our house?

At this time, we can't say.

You can't say why my husband was m*rder*d, or you don't know?

Well, if you don't want to fill out the form and sign, we can call a judge and get a search warrant.

It's fine.

Sharon: Buzz, how are you doing with the search for the k*ller's cellphone?

Sorry, I've had to blow up 8 miles of pursuit from five different news stations at two frames a second to look for a 4-inch object.

Please. She didn't ask you to do a math problem.

Feel free to help me, lieutenant, since you're just standing there.

Sykes: And if you could print the name of your security company and any access codes, please.

If it isn't prying, could you tell us how you and Dr. Henson met?

20 years ago, he was my doctor.

You were a psychiatric patient.

When I was 12.

Of course, we didn't start dating until much, much later.

Well, that's a relief.

Uh-huh.

And how long have you been married?

Not even close.

Eight years.

And his first wife?

No match.

Evelyn lives in Milan. They're not in touch.

Can you tell mhow any of this relates to my husband's death?

Do you recognize this man?

No, I've never seen him before.

But this is our license plate. Why is this man driving our car?

[ Knock on door ] Well, that man sh*t your husband.

As soon as we figure out why, we'll get back to you.

But who is he?

As you anticipated, captain, Dr. Henson's wife didn't report him missing last night.

But after you called me this morning, I checked missing-persons reports for the past 24 hours, and there are two black males who match the age and physical description of your k*ller...

One, reported by a woman around the victim's age, Janice Ward.

That's it? Janice is the name on our k*ller's wedding ring.

There you go.

Then your sh**t is probably Randall Ward, 39.

And his car was ticketed for overnight parking in Long Beach near the Queen Mary.

And their farmers' market.

Now, Ward's wife, Janice, Thank you. called around 9:00 last night.

An officer went by and took the report, but Randall had no history of v*olence, no disabilities, no depression.

He owns a restaurant called, uh, Cason's Brasserie.

And his wife is some kind of superstar chef, so we were slow-walking it.

Thank you, Robby.

I'm happy to help.

Let me know if you need anything else.

E-excuse me.

Superstar chef... That might explain their double farmers' market entry on the k*ller's to-do list, ma'am.

And Cason's Brasserie... Chuck and I have been there.

Oh, what's it like? Maybe I should take patrice.

It's $35 entrées, lieutenant.

What for? Are the waitresses naked?

I doubt it. I just got a credit report for Randall Ward.

[ Laughing ] 376.

Several business-loan attempts denied.

His restaurant isn't gonna be open much longer.

I think I found the k*ller's phone.

It's fuzzy, but you can see the suspect roll down the window, and then there's the cellphone being thrown out while he took a right off Pacific onto Willow.

Okay, let's get patrol to hunt all over this area.

Julio, if you could go with them.

Uh, captain...

And, Andy, if you could go with him?

It might be better...

Mike, Amy, and lieutenant, if you would serve a search warrant to Randall Ward's home.

Captain, um, Taylor said to keep Julio here, uh, at least until next week.

No. He said he would prefer it.

And I would prefer to get Julio moving and to have Andy move with him.

Well, fine.

Fine. I-I'll get the warrant on the way.

Buzz.

Buzz! [ Keyboard clacks ]

If you don't mind closing that damn laptop and grabbing a camera.

[ Doorbell rings ] Let me... let me open it.

Zack, Gabe, do not open the door without me.

We talked about this. Go play in your room, okay?

Are you police? Have you found my husband?

Is he okay?

I-I'm afraid we have no news. I'm sorry.

I'm Lieutenant Provenza, L.A.P.D.

This is Detective Sykes, Lieutenant Tao.

Oh, and, uh, Buzz.

Uh, do you have a minute, Mrs. Ward?

Oh, this is our lawyer, Owen Holland.

Owen, these are the L.A.P.D. Officers searching for Randall.

She has a lawyer already?

Nice to meet you all. Are we interrupting something?

No, no. Uh, Owen and Randall had an appointment this morning, and I didn't think to call about rescheduling.

I represent their business.

Randall asked me to drop by this morning and discuss some financial matters.

What sort of financial matters?

Well, he left me a message, a voicemail yesterday morning, saying that he had found an investor.

An investor for Cason's?

No, we're opening another location downtown.

We were looking for the last of the money.

We didn't want to dip into our savings.

You said Randall left a voicemail. Can we hear it?

Well, I played it for the officer last night, but... here.

[ Beep ]

Randall: Hey, sweetie, it's me. I just wanted to call and say I met with a big-money guy. It went really well. Get ready, downtown L.A., 'cause, uh, um... I got to go, honey. Love you.

[Click ]

The number was blocked, which was weird, so I didn't answer it, and I couldn't call him back after I got the message, so I tried his cell, and it started ringing here in the house.

He... he must have forgotten it.

Do you know whose phone he could have been using, Janice?

No, I... please. Do you know anything?

Was your husband depressed or under stress?

I answered these questions yesterday.

Sykes: We're sorry to go through this again.

We know it's upsetting for you and your kids.

If they don't already have a therapist, we can...

They don't need a therapist! They need their father!

Look, my husband is missing.

Why are you here and not out looking for him somewhere?!

Tao: Mrs. Ward, odd as it sounds, we need to start our search for Randall in your house.

Well, that makes me very uncomfortable.

Well, maybe this search warrant will help with that.

Janice, just let them. I-it'll be fine. Don't worry.

[ Police radio chatter ]

[ Beeping ]

Mrs. Ward, is this your husband's car?

No, it's... it's mine.

Ah. Any reason why you'd keep all this cash inside your car?

Wait, I have never seen that money before in my life.

Then I think you need to come with us.

Lieutenant, what about the kids?

Well, patrol will stay here, and we'll get the lawyer to call somebody.

Damn Long Beach.

[ Horn honks ]

[ Elevator bell dings ]

[ Sighs ]

Hey, Julio, did you find the...

So, um, how did it go?

Well, he found the k*ller's phone, but he still won't talk to me like I'm human.

And I've done everything I know how to do except apologize.

Yeah, would you please explain to me why the captain is sending you out with Julio?

Okay, I asked her what she needed me to do.

She said, at work, she would like me to encourage the guy.

But it's hard to do that when he actively ignores me.

Well, maybe if you just...

Don't tell me to kiss his ass.

I don't want to talk about this.

Now, did the financial report come back on Mr. and Mrs. Psychiatrist?

Do I look like your secretary?

Look on your desk.

[ Door closes ]

[ Knock on door ]

Buzz, can you help Tao cr*ck the password on the k*ller's phone?

Sure. Can you replace me here?

Yeah, okay.

[ Door closes ]

Why is it you think no one was looking for Alice?

I don't know.

Why don't you ask Robby Oderno about missing persons?

Everyone loves the guy so much.

Yeah, that's a really good idea. I should ask Robby.

You know, Alice's k*ller reminds me of some really scary people I met on the street.

There's no way he's getting off, right?

I mean, he confessed.

Now he claims that we forced him into it.

Where are you in the interview?

Sharon: You didn't come with Alice from Las Vegas?

Slider: [ Scoffs ] Vegas? No, I've never been to Vegas.

Did Alice ever tell you where she was from?

No. Look, Alice wasn't nothing to me, all right?

I wish I never met the bitch! Obvious.

She thought she was better than everyone else, and now she's the stuff you throw out with the trash, and that's what happens to people who mess with me, man.

Put your headphones back on. I don't need to hear this right now.

You okay?

Why haven't you moved back to your old desk yet?

Because... I'm not sure I'm staying.

Put your headphones back on and finish up, Rusty.

Flynn: Personal reactions to the death of a spouse are all different, but personal finances... That's another thing.

So she's either having an affair, as someone suggested, or she's a call girl on the side.

May 17th, Taft Hotel. May 23rd, Taft Hotel.

June 8th, Taft Hotel.

Well, I hope she has a rewards card.

But no big cash withdrawals for $20,000.

Tao: Mrs. Psychiatrist has other problems.

We have three extremely interesting phone calls from our k*ller's phone to consider, the last of which was to his wife's cell...

35 seconds long.

Now, we heard the message he left at 9:32 A.M.

9:32 A.M... According to LBPD, Sergeant Mills flashed his lights to pull Randall over at 9:33.

Provenza: Uh-huh, so, that little moment of silence towards the end of that voicemail was Randall Ward realizing that he was about to have to explain all the blood in his car.

And before that, 8:29, he called his lawyer, Owen Holland, and they talked for two minutes.

Sykes: Which was setting up their meeting at Randall's house.

But the best is yet to come.

Five days ago, Randall called our shrink's wife, Courtney, on her cell.

They talked for four minutes.

And yet our merry widow claims to not have known him.

You can say a lot in four minutes.

"How was your day? Let's have dinner.

Please k*ll my husband."

What about Janice, though, huh?

Well, she didn't want us searching the house, and she had $20,000 in the trunk of her car.

And a lawyer waiting in the break room.

Well, we have a lawyer, too.

Where's Randall Ward's wedding ring?

Sanchez: Mrs. Ward, we're sorry to inform you that your husband was in a car accident.

And though he was treated by paramedics at the scene, he did not survive, ma'am.

I knew it. I knew it.

[ Voice breaking ] And I knew it when he didn't come home.

Is there some reason you're notifying Janice after mirandizing her?

A-are you recording this interview?

And why is a deputy D.A. Here?

Because shortly before Mr. Ward d*ed, he committed a m*rder-for-hire.

Janice: Oh, my god!

Randall... Randall would never k*ll anyone.

What are you talking about?

This is Dr. Justin Henson.

Randall sh*t him several times and then tried to flee in the doctor's vehicle, ma'am.

No, you've made a mistake.

Randall had no reason to do anything like that... none.

We only needed one more investor, and that was it.

Actually, Mrs. Ward, you're going broke.

[ Scoffs ] That is not true.

Would you tell them, Owen? We are incredibly successful.

Tell them, Owen!

I'm sorry, Janice.

I didn't realize Randall kept that information from you until today.

What?

He wasn't opening another restaurant.

He was pouring everything he could into the one you have.

I've been negotiating with your landlord.

Why didn't you tell me this?!

I thought you knew.

Please, just hold on.

Just hold on.

Okay, please, I...

So... so, what you're saying, that...

We believe the $20,000 found in the trunk of your car was Randall's payment for the k*lling, and we would consider very generous terms, Mr. Holland, if your client could give me a statement of facts in which she detailed where all that cash came from.

Courtney: That's not my money, and suggesting that I would pay someone to k*ll Justin...

It's ridiculous.

Why would I do something like that?

Maybe because you were having an affair?

How is the Taft Hotel, by the way?

I had no idea they rented by the hour.

Mrs. Henson, this is normally where I cuff someone and then let the D.A. figure out the rest, but I am going to give you the chance to cooperate...

Unless you'd prefer to discuss your marriage on the witness stand?

[ Scoffs ]

Justin was always worried that a patient would call or had called or might call.

And when he wasn't talking to them or about them, he'd just... drift away...

Thinking about those crazy kids.

Wasn't that his job... to think about his patients?

Yes, of course, but it was also his obligation as a husband to think about me.

We went to couple's counseling.

That convinced him to turn off his phone now and then, but the drifting... That never stopped.

So I ended it.

I quit trying to fix our marriage, and I found someone else.

Was this the man you were seeing behind your husband's back?

The man you showed me earlier?

No. I told you. I don't know him.

Then why did he call you from his disposable cellphone last Thursday at 10:42 A.M.?

If he wasn't trying to arrange a date, maybe he was trying to arrange a m*rder.

He called me? Last Thursday?

That must have been Justin's office number forwarding to me.

Why would it do that?

Kids had his cellphone number for emergencies.

Justin would never pick up his landline in a session, so I took care of that.

And, yes, Thursday. That's what that was.

Thursday morning, a man had called asking for an appointment for his son.

Did this caller give you a name?

No. He just called, asking if there was an appointment first thing Monday morning at 8:00 A.M.

I told him that that slot was taken.

We don't do earlier.

Justin could never get out of the house...

Well, here it is, captain... Randall Ward's to-do list.

"Check Monday's schedule."

Sykes: And the person you were having the affair with?

This can never get out.

Well, if you're innocent, there's no need for it to get out.

Dr. Don Nickell.

He's the guy we were going to for couple's therapy.

But, look, he could lose his license, and he is a brilliant psychiatrist, really.

Well, I guess she has a type.

He's the one that helped...

And a motive.

Okay, Sharon... Uh, captain.

I found the link in our doctor's finances to our suspect pool.

Need to be the end of my life or something.

You know, it was gonna take time and...

Oh, my god, Buzz. Pull hobbs out of the interview room right now.

If we make a deal with Janice, we could be handing her lawyer the perfect defense!

[ Door slams ]

[ Sobbing ] [ Indistinct whispering ]

[ Buzzer ]

[ Door opens ]

Hey, I'm Rusty Beck.

I thought I was meeting a reporter.

Yeah, that's me. I'm doing a story on Alice Herrera.

You're doing a piece on Alice Herrera?

For what? Show-and-tell at kindergarten?

Okay, um, this isn't for a school paper, buddy.

I write for an online vlog called Identity.

And you don't get my programming here.

But if you did, you'd know that I'm not just another middle-class white boy, okay?

I lived on the street for two years.

Uh-huh. Where?

Hollywood.

Mostly west Hollywood and Hollywood, but I got around.

Where did you get your hookup?

Well, I didn't... I didn't do dr*gs. I did sex.

All right. Where did you get your condoms, then?

The free clinic on Bronson.

And, yes, I let them test me for H.I.V. so I could get the lousy dinners they had.

[ Sighs ] Better than in here.

Okay, so, what's this about Alice?

Okay, well, Alice wasn't her real name, and I thought that you might know it or that you might know her cellphone number.

You remember she had a cellphone?

You know they think I k*lled her, right?

The cops. Did anyone tell you that?

That's not really part of my story.

I only want to know her name.

Look, I had a bad drug problem back then, and the cops... they used it to screw me over, okay?

I'm 10 months sober now, and I don't belong in here.

So if you write about me...

I'm not writing about you.

You want to know about Alice or not?

You do. So write about me, okay?

You agree to tell my side of the story, or you don't get sh*t.

And if you give me your word, you'd better keep it, too, okay?

Okay, you don't want to break a promise to me.

All right?

[ Sighs ]

How about this?

I will let you tell your own story.

And then if you tell me anything helpful about Alice that I didn't already know, I will make sure we have your version of what happened.

May I record you?

[ Beep ]

Sanchez: 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, one will be appointed for you by the state.

You're mirandizing her twice. I don't understand.

Is it because you've kept her waiting for hours?!

She already has an attorney.

We have new information. The charges have changed.

It's no longer necessary that she respond to Miranda.

It is only necessary that when a person is about to be arrested for m*rder that the suspect hear the warning.

m*rder? What?

New evidence? What new evidence?

In addition to the $20,000 in the trunk of her car, we found a pattern of withdrawals from bank accounts...

What?!

Which offers us excellent circumstantial evidence of m*rder-for-hire.

So I-I hired my own husband to m*rder a doctor I've never met?!

Oh, there's also another death which we've only just connected to these two homicides, ma'am.

Yes, Janice, your husband's death was also a m*rder, because he d*ed during the commission of a felony.

Janice, I-I'm not sure I'm the right person to represent you here.

My practice is civil, not criminal.

Double homicide?

Wait. Owen, don't.

Please, don't leave me!

All right, that's it. Let's go, Janice.

Sharon: Mr. Holland, don't worry.

Lieutenant Flynn is taking Janice to booking.

And if you would like to look at our most important piece of evidence before you recuse yourself, that'd be fine.

Owen, Owen, you have to call my mom.

She's managing the restaurant.

Just tell her to close it down and come get the kids.

That's it, Janice. Let's go!

You're making a terrible mistake!

I don't think so, Mrs. Ward.

And what is your most important piece of evidence?

Before he d*ed, I think, in an effort to make sure his wife got to keep the money he'd been paid to m*rder Dr. Henson, your client swallowed a note.

What note?

This one, with the psychiatrist's name on it, the address of his office, and the license-plate number of his car.

Wait, wait.

This is privileged communication you're looking at!

You can't just...

Sanchez: It's not privileged, sir, if you're the suspect instead of Janice.

It's a match.

I need this pad. Excuse me.

Here's the pattern of withdrawals we were talking about.

From your personal checking account, totaling $40,000.

I assume $20,000 in advance, $20,000 to be paid upon completion, because $20,000 is the amount that you redeposited yesterday.

Mr. Holland, why don't you have a seat?

We want to ask you about a few more transactions.

Eight months ago, Dr. Henson charged a visa account in your name twice a week for $250.

And since we know that Dr. Henson only worked with adolescents, we took a look at your family.

We found the death report for your daughter, Stephanie Holland.

Sanchez: Listen, we are very sorry to hear about your daughter's su1c1de while she was under the doctor's care.

Of course you're sorry. But what did you do about it?

Sir, I understand that doctors aren't supposed to make mistakes.

And when they do and people die, it's something that's hard for you to get over.

I bet you went to see a malpractice lawyer at your firm, and I bet that lawyer told you something like "bad outcomes do not equal negligence."

And I bet they told you that the best thing for you to do was to accept things and move on.

But how?

How do you move on when the doctor is still out there and the person that you loved... is dead?

That sounds like the voice of experience.

And it looks like it's having an effect.

Sharon: Maybe you could start by telling us what happened to your daughter.

What did Dr. Henson do to her?

Tuesdays, 4:00 to 7:00, Stephanie had a study group, a very unofficial thing with her friends, and so we... we let them u-use the pool house.

My wife got home that night after I did.

We cooked dinner, watched some television, then I got a headache around 8:00.

I went to the medicine cabinet, and it was empty...

Advil, Benadryl, my wife's Xanax... everything.

W-when we were eating dinner, uh, Stephanie was lying on the floor in the pool house, all those empty pill bottles around her, including those dangerous antidepressants that Henson prescribed.

She was clutching her phone like she was hugging it, the way she used to hold her little stuffed animals.

And I, uh... I took the phone.

I dialed 911, and, uh, I noticed she had a voicemail.

7:00, from Henson.

"Stephanie, sorry I missed your call.

Call me back when you can."

So I, uh... I-I looked at the cell.

I noticed she... she called him five times...

[ Voice breaking ] Between 4:00 and 6:00.

And 6:00... That's when the coroner said she took those pills.

You thought Dr. Henson should have saved Stephanie's life.

No. I think he k*lled her.

That medication made her suicidal.

And when she reached out, he couldn't be bothered, even though he said to us, he said to her, "always, always... I'll always answer the phone... always."

Sharon: How did you convince Randall Ward to help you?

Oh, Randy was a client, a friend.

Some friend.

Yeah. Now he's going down for Randall's m*rder, too.

Technically, it's a double homicide.

But the m*rder-for-hire gives me everything I need.

If you'll make the deal.

Holland: You want to know something crazy?

Stephanie's best friend... This one is a mess.

She's... I mean, sex, dr*gs, drinking, everything.

But Stephanie... We couldn't get her to enjoy one little glass of champagne.

Something happened that day. Something happened.

But he... h-h-he didn't want to answer his phone.

I don't understand.

Why... why... why wouldn't he answer his phone?

I don't understand why my little girl...

I don't... [ Sobs ]

You drop an egg.

Sometimes it breaks, sometimes it doesn't.

Why don't you see if writing it all down will help you understand better.

Write it all down, Mr. Holland, and we will see what we can do for you.

Hey, sorry I'm leaving early.

I'm training for that charity run.

Julio, great work today.

I think you really opened that guy up.

Yeah. I can relate to anybody hating doctors.

[ Laughs ]

Then this anger-management thing that you're doing...

I mean, that must be tough.

No. Well... yeah.

But it's not that, sir.

My wife...

[ Sighs ]

A long time ago, she had a seizure disorder, but the doctor told her that it was okay to go off her meds.

And we were getting ready to have our first kid.

She was 5 months' pregnant.

I still have the, uh... the car seat that we bought for the baby.

It was supposed to be a little girl.

She would have been her age this year.

Anyway, um, my wife... my wife, uh...

She had a, uh, seizure.

She was driving to the grocery store, and the car spun out of control.

Uh...

Took her... four... days... to die.

[ Sniffles ]

And I...

I just can't stop being mad about it.

It's good to talk about it, though.

[ Sobs ] That's what I hear, Tao.

I just can't figure out how to... let go of it.

Flynn: [ Clears throat ]

Maybe you'll get closer to an answer at your old desk.

You don't want me to sit so close to you, lieutenant?

That situation looked temporary.

It was making me nervous.

Why don't you settle back in?

It's great to have you back, Julio.

Thank you, Sykes.

Tao: Yeah. Here you go.

It was getting boring just sitting next to Provenza.

Provenza: [ Laughs ]

I was about to say the same thing about you.

[ Laughs ]

[ Keyboard clacking ]

[ Knock on door ]

[ Sighs ]

I just wanted to make sure you were home and all right.

Yeah, yeah. I'm fine.

So, did you learn anything new watching the Slider interview?

I don't know. Uh, he's not exactly a reliable source...

Slider.

Well, be careful.

Diving into Alice's life could open up some old wounds.

It does.

But for some reason, the more I-I learn about her, the more important Alice becomes to me.

Yes. It works that way for us, too.

It will help you to not exhaust yourself.

I won't. Um, I just...

I-I promised another post by tomorrow.

And, um, I think I have it.

Rusty: I noticed that Alice drew this a lot, this... this bird. It was on her shoes, on... on her... on her tent. Do you know anything about it?

Slider: Not really. I-I mean, she said it reminded of her sister.