04x15 - The Jumping Off Point

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Flynn: [Exhales] That is much better than yesterday.

Well, it has to be, otherwise, they'll never let me go home.

I've told everyone here that I am bringing you back to my place.

No, enough is enough.

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

[Knock on door]

Lieutenant, good morning!

You ready for a walk around the block?

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

[Sighs]

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

Ohh, are you gonna arrest me for calling you lieutenant, Lieutenant?

[Sighs] A month ago I was going to the gym about four times a week.

Ohh, how are we doing?

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

[Gasps] Okay. All right.

Andy, if you fall and break something, you'll be here even longer.

Come on. Okay.

Good point.

I don't want to fall.

Nothing on the fifth level.

Meet me on the fourth floor.

Provenza: Where are we?

Sykes: Still looking for the guy's car.

Huh. Why us for a su1c1de?

We're covering for Central's Christmas party.

Ah. 'Tis the season.

All right, how long ago did the guy jump?

Kendall: Body's in full rigor, so I'd say he hit the ground sometime between 9:00 and midnight.

Driver's license says he's Kyle Gillan.

20 years old. Address in Valencia.

Buzz: Kind of far from home.

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

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

And why do you say that?

His fingernails are cracked, and underneath them, in addition to the dirt, it looks like a little bird poop from the railing.

So he was either att*cked by pigeons or he changed his mind and tried to grab the railing on the way down.

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

Very important.

Sanchez: Sykes, we found his car on the fourth floor.

See? Drove up. Dropped down.

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

Oh. Damn it!

[Stammers] Don't move.

Sykes, inform the troops, please.

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

I have it.

Sykes: If the contact lens is here, it popped out before Kyle went over the edge.

No cellphone anywhere, but the kid had a towel, a yoga mat, and a bottle of coconut water in his car, so...

Maybe he'd just gone to the gym for a pre-su1c1de workout.

Uh, Lieutenant.

What is it now, Buzz?

I was filming the dirty hood of the victim's car, and there are scratch marks in the dust, right here.

You know what, that looks like fingers dragging as the kid's being pulled to the edge.

That's the dirt under his nails.

And here's the bird sh*t.

And here's some blood.

So the m*rder*r was pushing the victim like this.

Maybe Kyle fought back.

And maybe one of the two cut themselves.

Okay. Okay!

Let's assume that it was a m*rder.

Imagine.

Um, Buzz, see if you can find the security video.

I want footage of every car that entered and exited this parking structure last night.

Oh, and congratulations, Sykes.

You've ruined a perfectly good su1c1de.

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

And another 23 vehicles entered half an hour before and after the approximate time of death.

Sykes: And the garage has monthly tenants, but there's also a dance club across the street called Twist.

Saturday is their busiest night.

Have we identified any of the drivers yet?

All but someone in a Porsche with no plates.

There's lettering on the empty license frame, but it's pretty blurry.

The car enters at 10:28 P.M.

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

Sykes: 13 minutes.

Not enough time for a quick drink at Twist.

Dr. Morales: There's no mystery here.

He d*ed of massive blunt force trauma caused by the fall.

He's so young.

Mm.

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

Because he landed feet-first.

The force of the impact transmitted from his crushed heels, through his legs, shattering his pelvic ring.

These bones, then, were driven into his abdomen, where they punctured a lot of important stuff.

And I removed the victim's fingernails because they normally just don't cr*ck this way.

Unless you're fighting for your life.

Agreed.

What about the blood we found on the parking sign?

Was it Kyle's?

Mm. Nope.

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

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

If we find the k*ller, at least we'll have DNA.

What else do we know about Kyle Gillan?

No criminal record.

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

His parents' house in Valencia.

No cellphone, no credit cards.

He never filed taxes, but then he was only 20 and living at home.

Well, maybe his parents can tell us why he was in L.A. last night.

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

Uh, at least I haven't.

Don and I are no longer living to...

We're separated as of 10 months.

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

Mr. and Mrs. Gillan, is there any particular reason why you've lost touch with your son?

Yeah, because he stole from me.

Don, please.

Carrie, do you expect me to pretend that Kyle's not a delinquent to the police?

Kyle only wants his independence.

No, what Kyle wants is to smoke pot with his burnout friends and never grow up.

Last year, I get a charge on my credit card I don't recognize, and it's for a $3,000 television.

When I confronted him, Kyle screams at me, saying I never loved him, all kinds of ridiculous bullshit...

Screaming, okay?

The truth is we couldn't manage him anymore.

Provenza: [Clears throat] You mentioned Kyle's burnt-out friends.

Did you ever see any of them driving a Porsche, or their parents, maybe?

I don't know. Why?

Yeah, why does that matter?

What... what has Kyle done, exactly?

Mr. and Mrs. Gillan [Clears throat] we are very, very sorry to have to inform you that your son last night fell off the fourth floor of a parking garage.

And unfortunately, d*ed from the impact.

[Sobs] He fell?

D... did he jump?

No.

Damn him.

Why did he fall?

Damn him.

Are you...

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

I tried to teach him self-respect.

I teach him...

Our son is dead!

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

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

Is there any place that I can go just be by myself just for a second?

Sure. Go.

Just to be away from...

Go... it's what you always do.

No, that is not true!

This way, ma'am.

Get her out of here.

Mr. Gillan, I apologize, but if you could just list the names of Kyle's friends, we need to contact them, and also any enemies he may have had.

Enemies?

Kyle was his own worst enemy.

Excuse me.

The post office had a forwarding address for Kyle.

He was living a block away from where he d*ed.

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

Two bedrooms... 5 grand.

Kyle was estranged from his parents.

He had no job. Never filed taxes.

How was he paying for a place like this?

Southland Classics also own the garage from which he fell, so Kyle probably rented the space from there, too.

A boy spending money like that.

He had to have a cellphone, Lieutenant.

We need to find it.

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

[Door opens, closes]

Meyer: Yes, according to the lease, Kyle Gillan rented both an apartment and a parking space down the street.

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

Renting a space in the parking structure is not uncommon?

No, uh, obviously, we're very upset about the tragic death of a tenant.

Tao: Obviously.

But if we have liability issues...

Sanchez: We'll let you know, sir.

Here we are. This is 701.

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

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

I just manage different buildings.

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

Maybe I can show it like this.

Uh, poor guy.

[Ringtone playing]

My boss. Probably wants an update.

Take your time. Call me if you need me.

Hello?

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

Sanchez: Well, when you're paying $5,000 a month rent, Buzz, you're gonna buy the good stuff.

I'm still looking for a landline.

He's 20 living this way, got to have a smartphone somewhere.

Tao: Buzz. In here.

Well, this room seems kind of empty.

Not completely.

I found a laptop but no cellphone.

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

What was Kyle shipping?

Electronics, perhaps?

Here's a bunch of saved mail.

Buzz, come film this, please.

Sanchez: To Kyle with no return address.

A check for $3,000.

It's from his mother.

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

Apparently she lied.

Yeah.

Slider: So, thanks for coming.

Sure. Sure. What's up?

Uh, wanted to say good job on the interview we did.

I loved it.

Uh, did people watch?

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

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

'Cause I thought I did.

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

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

What?

Slider was a street name. I'm Greg again, okay? It's time to grow up, you know?

For the trial.

Which is what I wanted to ask you about.

You see, I...

I can't talk about the trial.

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

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

'Cause I got no one else coming for me.

You know that.

Yeah.

Yeah, I'll be there.

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

You'll wave back?

Okay. Sure.

Cool.

Cool.

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

It means a lot.

Provenza: I can't drop everything and come to the hospital right now, Flynn.

No!

Uh, look, I saw you last night, and your hair is not falling out.

Patrice will be there in about an hour.

Yeah, and don't you irritate her.

If I can get away from here in time, tonight's the night.

Yeah. Oh, got to go.

Captain. Captain.

Andy is doing much better.

I think he's a little depressed.

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

Oh, Patrice is pretty much impossible to misunderstand.

[Chuckles]

So, look, all Flynn needs is a little m*rder somewhere, and he'll perk right up.

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

Kyle's computer. We found his PayPal account.

There's lots of money coming in through eBay.

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

99.3% positive feedback.

Kyle was selling these electronics legally.

It seems like it.

Also on PayPal, weekly deposits of around $4,000 to Kyle from a Slovenian bank.

Accounts labelled C.B. Limited.

Man: Your session is about to begin.

Buzz: Session? What does that mean?

Oh, god.

Maybe he had a therapist.

Sharon: Oh, not a therapist.

Is that a chat room?

"Who's the blond kid in the back?

Where's wildkyle95?

No girls allowed.

Take off your shirts"?

Tao: I'm not doing that.

What the hell is going on here?

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

Sharon: Buzz, turn off the microphone.

If our k*ller is a client, we don't want him to know we're looking for him.

He should have a profile video.

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

Hey, guys, wildkyle95 here.

I'm just your average all-American boy.

Remember, if you want a private show, you have to purchase a gold pass.

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

I'll do anything you want, within reason.

If you want to pay me in gifts so that California Boyz doesn't show up on your credit-card statements, there's a link to my online wish list below this vid.

Look forward to meeting you real soon.

Look at that wish list.

Sharon: Flat screens, Xbox, iPhones.

His fans bought these gifts, gave it to him, and he was re-selling them for cash.

[Cellphone dings]

Julio's escorting Mrs. Gillan back through, if that's what you want.

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

Thank you.

Do you need something?

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

This is more important.

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

You sure?

Yeah, yeah.

Tao: We'll contact California Boyz, see if they'll give us Kyle's clients' real names.

Maybe one of them got obsessed with the kid.

And let's talk to PayPal, too.

I want to know who of Kyle's fans is sending him gifts and what kind of cars they drive.

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

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

But you could afford to send your son two checks for a total of 6 grand.

That's a lot of car payments.

Now, earlier, you told us that, uh, you didn't know where Kyle was living.

So, how do you explain the checks you sent to his apartment?

[Sighs]

It's, um...

It's hard to say.

And... and now he's dead, so why are we talking about this?

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

He was pushed.

Which means... he was m*rder*d.

My...

My son was...

I thought he committed su1c1de.

Hm.

Provenza: No.

No, someone k*lled him.

And that's why we have to ask these tough questions about...

About his money and where it came from.

[Sighs, sniffles]

Last year, I was cleaning Kyle's room, and he'd left his laptop open.

And it started beeping with alerts from Craigslist.

Craigslist?

Kyle was advertising himself?

Yeah. As a, uh... as a masseur for older men.

Kyle wasn't just an online performer.

You could hire him in person, too.

Yep.

By contacting wildkyle95 on Craigslist.

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

I didn't know what to do or how to stop him.

He had a brand.

So I told my husband, which was the biggest mistake of my life.

Why? W... why a mistake?

Because Don totally overreacted and...

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

How did you get Kyle's new address?

After he left, I was so worried and he'd changed cellphones and I couldn't call him, so...

I contacted wildk...

[breathes shakily]

Ohh. I contacted wildkyle95.

Oh, my god.

Provenza: Are you saying that you made an appointment with your own son for a massage?

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

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

But he let me talk to him. And I... [Sniffles]

I begged him to come home and told him that his father was gone.

But he said that it would be like going to prison and that he was doing fine on his own and he was getting rich.

And then he hugged me.

He... [Gasps]

My last...

My last hug.

[Sighs]

A... and after he left, I hurried to my car, and I followed him.

Back to the Stanwick, where you, uh, sent him those checks.

Carrie: I just wanted Kyle to know that I loved him and that I could take care of him.

I don't think Kyle wanted to need me.

This sounds very true to me.

Provenza: Did he give you a phone number... a... an emergency contact?

No. I begged him, but, no.

What about your husband... Don?

Did you tell him Kyle's new address?

No. Don and I don't...

We don't communicate.

Sanchez: Talked to California Boyz, C.B. Limited bank's in Slovenia.

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

He had over 100 gold pass members worldwide.

Tao: But only one who lives in L.A.

And drives a brand-new Porsche Panamera.

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

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

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

Is this even English?

Ah. Oh, wow.

Seems to be very popular with the ladies, uh, most of whom aren't wearing much clothing.

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

Sounds like Grey was on the down-low.

Probably wouldn't want his fans knowing he was into guys like Kyle.

Sharon: If Grey was being blackmailed, maybe he tried to fix the problem at the parking garage.

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

Provenza: With what we have on him now, we couldn't even get a command performance, much less a search warrant.

Oh, I think there's a way to get Grey to cooperate, Lieutenant.

I wonder if he has a lawyer on his payroll.

[Elevator dings]

It's better to see what they want than to have them show up in public.

Hello, my name is Peaches Williams, and this is my client, Grey.

I'm Captain Sharon Raydor, Lieutenant Provenza, Detective Amy Sykes.

Yo, nice to meet y'all.

Always glad to be running into police officers on their own turf, especially you.

Wish I could hang for a bit, but I have work to finish this afternoon, and the studio's already paid for.

So, how can we help you?

Oh, well, we were hoping to speak with your client alone for a moment.

You, the media, and every woman under 40.

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

It's about a young man named Kyle Gillan.

Sound familiar?

What?

Yo, this won't take long.

Go grab lunch, or whatever.

As your lawyer, I need to tell you that leaving you here on your own...

Hey! I said this won't take long.

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

Get out.

Leave, please. All y'all.

[Clears throat] Get out.

Thank you. Okay, where do you want me?

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

Oh, Peaches, don't go too far.

According to this website, some of my symptoms are what happens before a stroke.

[Sighs] Andy, your dizziness is probably positional vertigo, caused by the way you've been sleeping on these flat pillows.

But...

And you need to stop diagnosing yourself online.

[Sighs] Here. Drink this.

Oh, uh, what's in it?

It's some stuff to help your soft tissue.

There's no pain K*llers, no opiates.

Here, it's citrus-y.

Oh, okay.

I'm gonna look at your chart.

Mmm.

Ah, well, your clot is completely gone.

And, wait a minute... Who filled out these DNR forms for you? Is somebody trying to k*ll you?

Yeah, your boyfriend.

[Chuckles] Louie.

Yeah, not the professional caregiver.

How do you put up with him?

Well, he makes me laugh.

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

He was a homicide cop, too.

So, better at looking after strangers than those people closest to him.

But I have to admit, Louie is improving.

And so are you, my friend.

65. Not bad.

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

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

But you're not gonna be on your own.

There's Sharon and Rusty.

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

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

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

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

What?

[Chuckles]

No, they will send you to a convalescent center for at least another week.

A convalescent center?

I never thought about that.

Boy, Patrice, you really know how to lay it out there for someone.

No wonder Provenza wants to marry you.

What?

Wait, is that what this big special dinner tonight is all about?

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

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

I've just inferred.

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

I mean, it really tastes terrific.

Is it the citrus?

Provenza: Why did you say that?!

Well, of course I'm mad!

Because, Flynn, when I decide that I want to get engaged to someone, normally I propose to them myself.

[Cellphone beeps]

All right, I need this guy to confess 'cause I have got to get out of here.

Uh, has anyone called Hobbs?

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

It's always the rapper.

Sir, it's... it's... it's not rap.

It's hip-hop.

No, he sings. There's a difference.

No, there isn't.

Tao: Thank you for identifying your Porsche.

Buzz, turn it up.

Now we just need to ask you a few questions about the past 24 hours.

Like?

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

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

To hang.

But he never showed.

Is that why you read me my rights?

How did you first meet Kyle?

Through a mutual friend.

Mutual friend called the Internet?

Fine.

We met on a webcam site four months ago, but that's not illegal.

I never gave him a cent.

Only gifts when we were talking online.

But that ended when we...

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

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

Tao: You don't want this to go public.

Are you afraid people finding out about your sexual orientation...

What? [Laughs]

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

I've been open about... the fluid nature of my sexuality my entire career.

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

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

All my fans care about is that I'm single, a player, and that I could possibly be available to them after one of my shows.

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

I'm about to settle down with anybody.

You said you were meeting at Kyle's last night, and he never showed. Do you know why?

No, he texted me to drop by at 10:30 when he got back from the gym.

I parked in the garage, like I always do, right next to his car, took the elevator downstairs, waited around for him to show, but he never did come.

And I don't want his roommate to see me, so I never go to the apartment unless I'm sure the dude's not there.

Roommate?

Yeah, uh, Jason something.

He... he travels a lot, so when he's not there, apartment's a good place for us to hang.

Maybe a hotel room.

Sykes: Apartment 701 is a two-bedroom, so maybe this Jason guy slept on the futon.

There's only one name on the lease.

Is he here... Kyle?

Is he in trouble?

Kyle's not hustling anymore, okay?

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

No, we're not wrong, sir.

The reason that Kyle never showed up last night is that he was m*rder*d.

Shoved over the railing of the parking garage.

And you were in that parking garage very close to the time that Kyle d*ed.

[Sighs]

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

Who k*lled him?

Who? Why?

Why would anyone want to hurt Kyle?

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

Which is why we should get your DNA.

My DNA?

What do you need my DNA for?

There was a fight, and whomever was struggling with Kyle left his blood.

We also would like your cell.

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

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

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

You know what, you obviously don't understand how hard this is for me, so... I... I think it's time for Peaches to come back.

Of course, Mr. Mitchell.

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

Since you've admitted to being at the crime scene, we'll just get a warrant.

Buzz: Kyle had a burner phone.

And we may never find it, but we do have his number because Grey's cell has lots of graphic texts back and forth with our victim. They sound in love.

Was Kyle communicating with anyone else?

Sanchez: Uh, yes, ma'am.

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

But that's also a burner phone.

Sykes: Could that be his roommate... Jason?

If Grey is telling the truth, and Jason was out of town a lot, it might explain the San Diego number.

Tao: I checked with the applications center at Southland Classic to see who the last tenant was at apartment 701 before Kyle.

Jason?

Mnh-mnh. Samir Patel.

21 years old. In county awaiting trial for drug possession and prostitution.

Another young hustler living in the same two-bedroom apartment before he was replaced by Kyle.

That can't be a coincidence.

Look, I never met this Kyle kid.

All I want is to get out of county jail.

Okay, then tell me about Jason.

Does Jason have a last name?

Harper. Jason Harper.

Was he your pimp?

Jason? A pimp? No.

He was a pharmaceutical rep, always away at conferences.

Okay, was Jason your roommate, then?

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

I'll also check in San Diego, since the other burner phone connected to Kyle had a 619 area code.

And try searching LinkedIn .

See if there are any Jason Harpers that list pharmaceutical sales as their occupation.

Sykes: Samir, who was Jason to you?

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

[Sighs] Okay.

Jason... he was... like... my boyfriend.

And where did you first meet Jason?

Craigslist.

You know, massages for donations.

That whole deal.

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

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

Told me he'd get me an apartment downtown.

[Scoffs] I was like, "are you kidding?

Free apartment downtown?"

He bought me a phone.

He got me this crazy- expensive gym membership.

How long were you in the apartment?

A little more than three months.

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

I need to get out of county...

Out of county jail. Look, I know.

But first you have to tell me why you left Jason's apartment.

[Sighs]

Because... he's freaking scary, okay?

He's really scary.

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

There's this club... near the apartment... Twist.

But Jason... never wanted to go out.

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

So I went one night without him to see friends.

When I came back, Jason was waiting, all crazy about, "where you been?!"

He was, like, in a rage.

And he pulled this g*n right out of his suitcase, and he stuck it right in my face and said that he'd k*ll me if I ever stepped out on him again.

And then... and then he made... and then he made me have sex with him.

He r*ped you.

I... is... is that r*pe?

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

If sex is forced on you without your consent, yes, it's r*pe.

[Sighs] Wow.

I didn't even think I counted like that.

I'm really beginning to hate this Jason character.

Anyway, that night... that night he r*ped me, I guess...

... I... I waited until he was asleep, and then I snuck out with all my stuff, and I never went back.

Can you help me now, please?

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

First you have to write it all down, okay?

Including the r*pe part?

Absolutely.

The r*pe is very important.

Lieutenant Tao, tell the owners that we want the entire history of apartment 701 for the past three years.

m*rder and r*pe. I think I'll have to cancel my dinner.

[Door closes]

Good news, everybody.

The lieutenant did great!

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

Almost ready for the gym.

Hey, let's not get carried away.

I stopped being dizzy.

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

Look.

Oh, yes!

See? How wonderful.

Now get back in bed, please.

Is this where I am in life?

I can turn in a circle without falling down, and it's wonderful?

I... I think what we're all happy about, Lieutenant, is that you're better.

Much better, Andy.

Much better.

Tao: I hoped we'd be further along.

Unfortunately, all the leases for apartment 701 only have the names of the tenants.

Samir, Kyle, another guy named Leland Branch, who we can't find.

And Jason Harper's name only appears on the applications as a co-signer.

They must have run a credit check.

Which came back to a legitimate Mr. Harper.

His driver's license number, his credit cards, but a different cellphone and mailing address and a couple of extra credit cards issued in his name.

So is this identity theft?

Only without very much of the theft part.

Mr. Harper's identity was borrowed, but none of his real credit cards or bank accounts were ever tapped for anything, except references, and he's around 60.

Hard to mistake him for 30-something.

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

How did our k*ller get the real Jason Harper's information...

Social security number, driver's license, credit cards, bank accounts.

Sharon: I think it's possible that Mr. Harper gave them out to someone himself.

To whom?

Look at where he lives in La Jolla.

2420 conquistador way #340.

Sharon: An apartment, which means at some point, he would have filled out an application.

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

[Elevator dings]

We meet again.

Thank you for coming.

And thank you for the security footage you let us have of your parking structure.

It's been very useful, sir.

Oh?

Yes, we found footage of a suspicious young man going in and out of your garage in a brand-new Porsche the night your tenant d*ed.

Oh, I almost forgot.

Okay, this is ridiculous, but before you look at any of the evidence we've collected, I have to read you your rights, sir.

Oh. O... kay. Sure.

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

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law. You have the right to an attorney.

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

Okay, here we are.

So, we think we have a suspect, but we don't have any witnesses, so we were wondering if you'd seen this guy hanging around the parking garage the night before last.

Like I said, I'm in and out.

But wait a minute. Yeah.

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

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

Well, more hip-hop, really.

Sharon: Oh, thank god.

You were in the parking structure two nights ago.

Sykes: We thought maybe you weren't there since you hadn't mentioned it.

Oh, uh, yeah, I had to, uh, run down to the Stanwick to deal with a lady who locked herself out of her apartment.

I forgot about that.

Provenza: Well, you just said that you went up the elevator with Grey, which is odd because your parking spot is on the ground floor.

That's right. It is.

But someone else had parked in it...

No.

No?

What do you mean, "no"?

Meaning we have security footage showing your car parked in its regular spot.

Hello, Eric.

I'm Captain Raydor.

A captain?

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

Like the one where Jason Harper lives in La Jolla, on conquistador way?

The Delphine, I believe it's called.

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

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

Well, Kyle struggled, and his k*ller bled.

And you obviously have no marks on your face.

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

So, I'll take your coat.

And we'll roll up your sleeves to see if you have any cuts or bruises.

You can't do this!

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

You brought me here under false pretenses!

Get off me! Get off me!

Buzz: Can you see these in there?

Let me go! Let me go!

Yeah, I think this is enough.

Let me go!

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

I'm gonna sue all of you!

Well, you're definitely gonna need a lawyer.

This is ridiculous!

Listen, Mr. Meyer.

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

I hardly even knew this kid.

We should just arrest him, ma'am.

Let's give him an opportunity to make things easier for all of us. Andrea.

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

What, you're a district attorney?

If you hire a lawyer and write out your statement right now, today, and include how you used your building to house a boy you were keeping and that you pushed him to his death from a parking structure because he was having an affair, I promise you a plea agreement for second-degree m*rder with a parole...

Second degree?! Are you kidding me?!

For scraped arms?!

Are you kidding me?!

Sit!

Or we could walk you to an interview room where you could reacquaint yourself with Samir Patel, the boy who lived in 701 before Kyle, and who you r*ped at gunpoint.

Would you like to do that instead?

Hobbs: I should warn you, though, Mr. Meyer, if Samir identifies you as the man who called himself Jason Harper, I have to add sexual as*ault to these charges.

And because the crimes are against two different people, your sentences would end up being consecutive.

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

Your little boy's 6, right?

All this might be really hard to explain to him.

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

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

Sharon: Of course, you'd also have to tell us what happened to Leland Branch, the young man who preceded Samir, and assure us he is alive.

He is alive, isn't he?

You have this all...

You have this all wrong.

Kyle wanted... he wanted to leave me for this... this thug rapper, and when I tried to reason with him...

[Grunting]

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

Bullshit! Look at this!

Look at these broken fingernails!

They show us that Kyle was dragged along his own car, grasping at anything he could get ahold of before you threw him off the garage.

If the young Leland Branch is alive and unhurt, I'll call you a lawyer myself.

Leland? He's fine.

I just moved him to a building in San Clemente.

That's all.

Please. I've heard enough.

Mr. Meyer, you're either under arrest for second-degree m*rder, or we will attach sexual as*ault, and you will disappear for the rest of your life.

What's it gonna be?

[Grunts]

So the guy wound up having a wife and a kid in San Diego and a boyfriend in L.A.?

Whom he kept in an apartment under a watchful eye.

So he's a little like you.

Well, I am pushing for you to come back to my place, and I'm promising to take care of you.

Although only until you can manage on your own.

Which is not the tit-for-tat arrangement wildkyle95 had with his k*ller, that's for sure.

What's wrong?

I am so bothered that we are not prosecuting Eric Meyer for Samir's r*pe, too.

Yeah, I know.

Unfortunately, it sounds like a he-said-he-said kind of thing, which is hard to win without more physical evidence.

But the good news is the state is entering into a relationship with Mr. Meyer, much like the one he had with his victim.

Oh, California will be keeping him in a building they own for a very long time.

Till death do them part.

Oh. [Clears throat]

Unless you have a compelling reason to do otherwise, I re-made our dinner reservations for tonight.

And I thought it would be easier for us to get to the restaurant if I just showed up.

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

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

Did Andy tell you what he said?

[Sighs]

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

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

Well, we did have a m*rder to solve.

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

Look, Flynn blurted out something that he shouldn't have.

And when you never mentioned it, I...

Well...

Oh...

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

And for the record, I do not get my news about the world from Andy Flynn.

[Chuckles]

Look, I... brought your meds with me... [Pills rattle] ... and that little light that you like to use on menus.

All right?

And, Louie, I am very much looking forward to last night's dinner.

Oh, and, just for fun, I made sure that we will have a table outside on the terrace with a view of the city, you know, just in case our meal turns out to be, um, memorable... in some way.

Patrice...

You think you're ready for this...

Dinner?

[Sighs]

I definitely am.

I... if you still want to go.

So... What do you say, Louie?

I say... I do.

I... do.

Ohh.