05x04 - Skin Deep

[bunniefuu]

[Beep]

Ready, Buzz?

Whenever you are, Lieutenant.

Buzz! Buzz! Over here.

What? What is it?

Broken sprinkler head. Bad sign.

It's one sprinkler head.

Hey... All right. Buzz, let's start over here.

Buzz: Try smiling, Lieutenant.

Ta-da!

[Laughs]

[Lock clicks]

Okay.

Was I lying, huh?

Is this place not amazing?

Hey, Jason!

I'm in here.

Oh. Tell them this place is amazing.

It's not just amazing.

It's what we Realtors call a cream puff.

A turnkey-ready hillside hideaway, 3 bedrooms, 3 baths... and how about those views?

Huh?

Breathtaking.

I thought you were looking to rent.

Well, at first, but... but...

Buzz, could you k*ll the audio, please?

[Clicks]

Sharon and I are thinking about joining forces.

Oh, finally.

What's wrong with where she's living now?

Well, the condo's too small for her, me, and the kid.

And besides, Heather said I should buy now before the interest rates go up again.

Heather? Who the hell is Heather?

"Come Home with Heather"?

More like "Shack Up with Heather" to me.

Yeah, well, she's a local real estate expert.

Yeah. Looks like she's been in countless homes.

Hmm! Yes, well, Heather's marketing techniques are a little provocative.

But unforgettable.

Follow me!

As you can see, the owner never got around to fully updating the kitchen, but there is massive potential.

Where is she, the owner?

Um... Forest Lawn.

One reason the asking's so low.

A death in the house drops the price.

Follow me.

Uh, Buzz?

Flip on the audio, keep filming.

I want Sharon to see everything in case we need to make an offer right away.

Fine. I'll start with the brochure.

This way.

Do you really need three bedrooms?

Well, there's the kid, and besides, I want to be comfortable in my middle age.

Don't cling to that word "middle" so hard.

And isn't this backyard not the ultimate in family entertaining?

Drought-resistant landscaping and a pool that wouldn't look out of place in Bel Air.

The location is perfect. One mile from Sharon, a mile from my daughter, and I spotted maybe one little deal k*ller.

Lieutenant?

See if you can notice it.

Oh, and my two stepgrandsons, they love to swim.

Lieutenants! Oh, my God! Film me.

Buzz? Where are you going?!

Provenza: Buzz!

Buzz!

Excuse me, sir, I'm sorry, but using the pool before purchase is...

Oh, my God! That's Heather!

She's dead!

She's so dead... in the pool!

Oh, my God, she's dead in the pool!

Lieutenant, a little help here?

Uh, you know that, uh, deal-breaker you mentioned?

I think I spotted it.

Call the police! Somebody call the police.

We're here, you idiot!

[Sobs]

[Radio chatter]

She looks good for a dead person.

You know anyone who wanted to k*ll her, sir?

Um, well, Heather was ambitious and driven... and an incredible bitch.

She stole listings.

She undersold sellers when she also represented buyers.

And sometimes, she needed a shower after an open house.

So, Realtor and homewrecker?

Yeah, she went that far.

Buzz! Over here!

[Footsteps squishing]

Mark those drag marks, please.

Buzz, camera.

Your camera.

There's something wrong. I...

We're close to where our victim was att*cked, and...

I don't know. Just film it all, film... film everything.

Sir, the open house sign-in book.

Yes.

I was the last one to sign in. So what does that mean?

Well, you might be the last person to have seen our victim alive, sir.

No, the k*ller was the last person to see the victim alive.

Oh! And wouldn't you know, the m*rder*r didn't sign in.

Kendall! What do you got to tell me?

Less than I'd like.

The body's core temperature drops rapidly in water, which means a liver reading won't help.

The fact that our victim was floating suggests she'd been dead at least 12 hours, placing TOD no later than 9:00 p.m.

Her wallet, cellphone, and keys, so robbery wasn't a motive.

I also found seven completed offers for this property.

Oh, a bidding w*r? Let me see that.

Buzz? The shoes, please.

These heels definitely left a trail over there by the flagstone where she was dragged to the pool.

This woman knew how to accessorize.

How do you mean?

So far, about 10% of her body is entirely synthetic.

[Scoffs] That has to be an exaggeration.

Cheek, chin, butt, and breast implants.

Abdomen contouring, and it looks like she just recently had a chemical peel.

Oh, and this gorgeous head of hair?

Extensions.

Really?

These look incredibly convincing.

I can usually tell.

And the tummy tuck... postpartum.

Your victim had had one or more kids.

As cosmetic work goes, it's all quite good.

In fact, if you find out who did her lip filler, I'd like to give them a call.

Look at her teeth.

They're like keys on a new Steinway.

With all this plastic surgery, are we even certain this is the real Heather S. Lutz?

I checked her fingerprints against her Realtor's license, and this is definitely her.

Just new and improved?

How did she die?

See these linear fractures along the back of her skull?

They suggest she was facing away from her attacker when she was struck with a heavy, flat object.

A death blow.

No, she was alive and probably unconscious when she was dragged into the pool and drowned.

So, could she have recovered if she'd not ended up in the water?

I think so.

Any signs of sexual as*ault?

None, but that's a preliminary finding.

If you want to hang out, I've got hours of excavation to perform.

No, no, no. I'm just wondering, what makes this a major crime?

Oh, well, because of where the body was found.

Well, what is so special about that house?

If you don't think about the dead Realtor in the pool, this place is a perfect fit for us.

She was your Realtor?

What?

No, my Realtor is a guy.

Don't... Don't look at Heather, okay?

Mm.

Just look at the house and look at the price.

She told me that the offers were piling up.

You were busy, so I had Provenza go back with me for a second opinion, and Buzz to film.

I mean, if you'd like to look at the video...

Oh, I think I have to.

[Video rewinding at high speed]

[Taps key]

Uh, Lieutenant Provenza?

Yes, Mark Spitz. How can I help you?

I've been studying the ATM video from the night my dad and uncle were m*rder*d.

Uh-huh, and?

I may be wrong.

Probably are.

But I think there are leads the original investigation... failed to pursue.

Well, that's possible. I mean, it was 1986.

It was the height of the cr*ck epidemic.

God... we were overwhelmed.

Anyway, bring me the video to my desk.

I'll look at 'em later. Captain, we are cued up and ready for review.

And there she is.

Heather S. Lutz as she appeared this morning.

And again as our victim appeared in 2009, and 2012, and 2014.

Growing older and looking younger.

Never satisfied with herself.

Or with anyone else, really.

Suing her landlord, former co-workers, plastic surgeons, and four separate civil actions related to her butt.

Uh... Implants, ma'am.

Those were implants?

I mean, I wondered why they looked...

...so artificial.

Are there any other assaults on Realtors in the area?

No, this death seems to be a one-off.

So, it was probably a personal att*ck.

What about the victim's cellphone?

[Phone rings]

Ooh, sorry.

She's been getting a lot of calls lately.

Her mobile was supplied by the real-estate company, so I got her password from her boss.

I downloaded her contacts, texts, e-mails... nothing interesting so far.

Mike, can I see that, please?

Here you go.

Sharon: And her family?

No husband, one 8-year-old son.

He lives with Heather's parents.

Yeah, probably because Heather was always in a recovery room somewhere.

Captain, this is where I first saw the victim in the water.

[Taps key]

And a pool that wouldn't look out of place in Bel Air.

Are her butt implants giving her more buoyancy?

It's funny. You would have thought her breasts would have kept her afloat.

[Video continues indistinctly]

Uh, because, well, implants are firmer... I've heard.

I mean, well, they're supposed to be firmer.

I mean, but who knows? I mean...

Indeed, who knows?

Let's see what the lawsuits regarding butt implants are all about.

Captain, I've contacted all of the people who were at the open house and made an offer on the property, and since they were all bidding against each other, should we consider them all as suspects?

Yes, please. Julio, Amy, would you notify the victim's parents and find out why they seem to have custody of her child?

[Video continues indistinctly]

Hey, Buzz?

Diving into that pool to try and save a life... that was really good work.

Thank you, Captain.

You're welcome.

Terrific and brave.

Buzz?

Would you make me a copy of that video so I can take it home?

Of course, Captain.

Oh, oh, Flynn, Flynn.

Do you really want this house?

I do. I mean, it could change my life.

Then leave it to me.

[Chuckles]

[Chuckles]

It's a large kitchen.

Yeah, but the floor is a little... worn.

Well, we could afford to replace it.

The price of this house is so low.

Bargain homes sounds suspicious.

[Video fast-forwarding]

Oh, that's a wonderful pool.

It attracts dead people.

Provenza: Where are you going?

Go, Buzz.

Would you ever have expected that from him?

No.

But the better I get to know him, the more he surprises me.

Mm.

I think losing his father at such an early age has made him...

Kind of shy? A little quiet?

Guilty.

Ah.

I think he blames himself for what happened to his dad and his uncle.

The only reason they stopped at that ATM was because they bought him a bunch of souvenirs at a hockey game and had run out of cash.

Yeah.

Children can take on a lot of unconscious responsibility for what's happening with their parents, can't they?

Mm-hmm.

Still, that's a very nice house.

[Video tape rewinding, key taps]

Oh, my God. Is that really Heather?

She was so full of life on Sunday.

That's why they call it m*rder.

Full of life one day. The next, not so much.

Show of hands, who was at the open house and submitted an offer to buy?

Look around. If you didn't m*rder Heather, you may be staring at the person who did.

You really think one of us might be the k*ller?

This seems like a super nice bunch of people.

Who are all bidding against each other for a very well-priced home in a great L.A. neighborhood.

But Greg and I had no motive for k*lling Heather.

She had promised us super low financing.

Maybe it wasn't low enough.

Here.

Fill out these questionnaires.

Take one, pass the rest along.

Question one, "Have you ever k*lled somebody?"

Of course not. Nancy, this is crazy, right?

What do you want me to say, Phil?

You were flirting with her. We went in separate cars.

He didn't come home until after 8:00 that night.

I was at the Grove.

Hmm.

You think I bludgeoned and drowned a Realtor?

Since you stopped putting your phone on the charger, I don't even know you anymore.

Prospective buyers from the open house.

Provenza's rattling the tree a little to see what shakes loose.

Is that what he's doing? They look terrified.

Well, if you want to make an omelet, you gotta cr*ck a few eggs.

"The undersigned agrees not to hold the LAPD liable for delays in taking possession of their property due to an ongoing ..."

My gosh, how long could all that take?

Mm, less than three years.

Oh, my God.

Three years?

Yeah, but we could settle all of this right now if one of you would just confess.

Anybody?

Anybody?

Anybody?!

Okay.

When you have completed the questionnaire, Officer Watson here will... fingerprint you.

[Gasping]

What?

Woman: Now I'm in trouble for this.

Man: We're all in trouble.

[Murmuring]

[Chuckling]

How'd it go, Lieutenant?

Oh, believe me, we are going to be checking their alibis very aggressively.

Hey, yesterday I told you our victim was 10% synthetics.

Today, I'll revise that to more like 15%.

All of this "Ripley's Believe It or Not" came out of Heather Lutz.

This bag... all FDA approved. The rest is black market.

So, she had both legal and illegal plastic surgery.

And lots of it.

The legit stuff is easily traceable.

The rest is all probably from South...

South Korea. They're the new capital for plastic surgery.

And Korean surgeons have extra cachet.

Yes, they do, and judging from the scarring, most of the surgery was done within the past eight years.

Yeah, well, the victim's passport shows no foreign travel during that time.

Meaning all that illegal surgery must have been done here at home.

Also not surprising.

There's a booming business in Los Angeles for black market cosmetic procedures.

Oh, and her gluteal implants... they float, which suggests the victim may have been as you found her from the moment she hit the water.

So, Kendall's time of death, which is based on when a normal body would start floating, might go out the window.

Holy crap! Now I get it.

I read about a dozen texts from Heather Lutz where she complained about her back end.

Now, I assumed she meant deferred payments from home sales, but she was actually talking about her butt.

[Computer bloops]

Ahh.

"You will fix this. I hold you responsible."

Now, "Yu" is a Korean surname.

Now, if the texts were autocorrecting...

[Typing]

Ah, here you go.

Yu, Y-U.

Dr. Joon Yu, 169 Canton Drive.

Let me see if there's a Dr. Joon Yu in the state medical database.

Hey, Captain.

I had a long conversation with the victim's parents, who were at Disneyland with their grandson from early Sunday until park closing.

And I met the kid.

How's he being treated?

Oh, he has his own room and everything.

Hmm.

And they said that the boy's father has been paying child support, ma'am.

Captain, there's no Dr. Joon Yu in Los Angeles.

However, I have a Joseph Yu at 169 Canton Drive who has a Marketing Degree from the Encino Business College.

[Types]

Provenza: Yes, yes, this is Heather's phone, but she cannot list your house right now.

I'm sorry to learn that your mortgage is underwater, and I'm positive that Heather could relate to that, but...

You don't understand. Heath...

Heather has left the building!

I... She's out of the business!

She... Uh... [Grunts]

[Door knob rattles]

[Lock clicks]

Oh.

Are you here for the Botox special?

I'm sorry, but we're fully booked today.

And gosh, we may not have enough in stock for you two.

[Buzz scoffs]

Tao: LAPD.

We'd like to speak to Joseph Yu.

Oh, of course.

Um, just wait one minute, and I'll get Dr. Yu.

I'll be right back.

[Locks clicking]

[Laughs] I wonder if she's being completely truthful.

Mike, would you like to do the honors?

Ah. With pleasure.

[Creaking, rustling]

[Clanging]

[Clicking]

Reserve Officer Watson, I think we have a runner.

Oh, gosh, really?

Stop! Police!

[Chuckles]

Stop!

Ah! Get away from me!

I know karate!

[Both grunting]

Let me go!

Everybody stay where you are. LAPD.

Hey.

Aren't you Paula Poundstone?

No. What would make you say that?

No, come on, you're Paula Poundstone.

All right. What do you think, I maintain myself with yoga?

Um, well, sorry, ladies, but Dr. Yu may be closed for the rest of the afternoon.

[Sighs]

It looks like the trail of illegal butt implants leads out into the garage.

This way, guys.

Kathy Griffin, please.

Yes, it's urgent.

Tell her to turn her car around and go back home.

I'll explain later.

[Door creaks]

Dr. Yu, I presume?

Oy! Please put your hands where we could see them.

[With thick Korean accent] Oh, so sorry.

Mrs. Melman almost done.

Please, for you to wait outside.

That's not gonna happen, Yu. Step back.

Ma'am, we're calling paramedics to take you to a hospital.

What? I'm half an hour from having the ass of my dreams.

Go away.

Lady, this guy is not a doctor.

You think I don't know that?

I'm lying flat on my face in some immigrant's garage.

I no understand. What is problem?

You're practicing medicine without a license, and I find your accent really offensive.

Especially given that you were born in Fullerton and grew up in Glendale.

[American accent] Oh, well, what can I tell you?

It's good for business.

[Sighs]

We want all of Heather Lutz's paperwork now.

Do not put me in here! I paid for...

[Continues shouting]

That would doctor/patient confidentiality.

Well, you're not a doctor.

[Sighs]

Okay, okay, okay. It just so happens I was recently reviewing Heather's files.

All this is her paperwork?

That woman was in here every week, having me redo her boobs, her lips, her butt... which was perfect.

I may not have a "medical degree," but I'm the best cosmetic surgeon in Los Angeles.

In fact, if it would help smooth over this little misunderstanding, I could give you both a little lift, my treat.

Yeah, yeah, it's not impossible.

Do not touch me.

Wait a minute, are you trying to bribe us with illegal cosmetic procedures?

No, no, no, no, no.

I just like it when people who have obviously never considered plastic surgery think about it.

Take a look in the mirror. Think about it.

Think about it.

Think about it.

Give me that.

And tell us how Heather Lutz paid for all this work.

Wait. Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Heather wasn't paying you, was she?

She was extorting you.

Yes! Okay? Yes.

She threatened to report me to the authorities if I didn't do exactly what she wanted.

Look, just cut me a little slack here, and I'll... cut you a little slack.

Stop that.

Found something, guys.

On this form where it asks the patient to list emergency contacts, Heather wrote down two names...

Craig Conley and Donald Irwin, DDS.

So what?

Under "relationship," she describes them both as "boyfriend."

Police officers don't like to use words like "haunted" or "cursed," but it feels like a cloud of evil has settled on this home.

And then it dived into the pool.

We are going to remove and test everything from this... this doomed dwelling.

Wow. It's "The Amityville Horror."

Okay, all right, but be honest for a second.

Forgetting the m*rder, what did you think about that house?

As a place to live? I mean, it's not that nice, is it?

It's way nicer than where you lived five years ago.

I know, but I'm happy where I am.

Excuse me, did you just admit to being happy?

I've just never lived anywhere so long in my whole life as in my mom's condo.

It feels like home.

A home is something we learn to carry with us.

And they haven't even bought the house yet, so you're worrying about something that may never happen.

Yeah, I mean, I guess you could say Mom doesn't exactly rush into things.

But still, if it's not this house, it's...

What inspired you to dive into the water like that?

I knew if either of the other guys had jumped in, I'd have been pulling out two bodies.

[Door beeps]

I told her, I said, "Patrice, look, your family doesn't love me."

We need you... Oh! Oh!

Look, the news is interviewing George Clooney.

Oh, wait, it's me.

Did you see my interview, Flynn?

Why don't you just tell reporters we're gonna dig up the backyard to look for more corpses?

You need to tune in at 11:00. [Chuckles]

Spock, you're wanted on the bridge.

Chekov, you have the helm. [Chuckles]

So, I said to her, "Look, if you want to go, I'll go, but you know they don't like me."

If you're really wanting to know what's going on in that house, there are two people you can ask, and I'm neither of them.

[Door hisses]

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...

Boyfriend one, Craig Conley.

Boyfriend two, Donald Irwin, DDS.

Sykes: So, Mr. Conley...

Until the past month, boyfriend one, Craig Conley, had been giving our victim $1,000 a month in child support.

Hmm. Which explains why the cash deposits were cut in half.

When we first told you about Heather's death, you said, "Really? Terrific."

Sanchez: Which makes you sound a little bitter.

Why should I be bitter?

Heather only took all the things that were most important to me.

My career, my promotion and the salary that went with it, and a kid that I loved more than anything else in the world.

Well, that's, uh... that's tough when you fall for the wrong person.

How did you and Heather meet?

You know Sareda?

Skin care, fragrances, bath and body?

Oh, yeah. I have a little stock in the company, actually, but I can't afford their products.

I've got samples in my car.

When we're done here, you can have your pick.

I used to be their top sales guy.

In five years, I went from running the Sareda store on Third Street to managing every boutique in Southern California.

And then the corporate brass wanted to give me the whole corporation west of the Rockies, but it would have meant being away from the kid, so...

You turned down the promotion?

Yeah, that's what I did.

Wow, this Heather... what a piece of work.

Highly skilled work.

Yeah, quicker than you could say "family first,"

I was demoted back to running one store.

Worse, I couldn't get Heather all of the cleansers and scrubs that I sell for free anymore, and I missed two child support payments, and guess what?

Heather tells me that Ethan isn't even my son.

What?

Can you believe it?

And then when I contested her, turns out she'd never actually written down my name on the birth certificate.

And you had no legal right to even see the kid.

Who didn't want to k*ll this woman?

My God. Now, that is motive.

I made her let me take a paternity test, which I failed.

Who administered the test?

Yu.

Us? The LAPD?

No, not the LAPD.

Yu.

Yu.

We didn't do it.

Ah, Dr. Yu.

His English isn't so good, but he's reputable.

He made a house call to collect the sample.

Well, now we know that the paternity test is officially worthless.

Let's just do the test again, just to be sure.

What about the grandparents?

Heather's parents?

They're great. Peggy and Dale are great people.

We've always gotten along.

You have flawless skin, by the way.

[Clicks tongue] Oh, uh, thank you.

Even so, if you used Sareda's cleansers with petrolatum, which form a hydrocarbon chain around the oils...

Oh, my God, what am I doing?

I hate myself.

Happy to cooperate, but that was totally unnecessary.

No harm in verifying the facts, Dr. Irwin.

I suppose, but I knew Ethan was my child even before I got the test results.

And how is that?

The way his baby teeth came in.

Straight as an arrow, every one of 'em.

That is rather unusual. My father was a dentist.

Ah.

As is my brother and sister.

I hope this doesn't veer off into flossing.

[Phone rings]

Dentistry is very big in my family.

Yes, this is Heather Lutz. How may I help you?

Well, I've been checking Ethan's gums since before he teethed, and as soon as I saw them coming in, I knew we were related. They were that good.

No. No, no, no, no. Not dead as in dead tired.

Dead as in deceased, uh, lifeless, passed away.

Why? Why take a message?

Flynn: How did you two become involved?

Heather came in eight years ago for veneers.

By the time we were done...

You had a kid together.

Mm. Now, look, I don't sleep with patients.

Heather was... almost the only one.

What kind of arrangements did you make for Ethan's care?

It was amicable.

I gave her cash every month and free dental.

So she was collecting child support from two separate guys?

When you heard about Heather's m*rder...

I was shocked... and then not shocked.

She was careless with other people's lives, and sometimes, as I know myself, that catches up to you.

Though Heather's death will not affect my relationship with Ethan.

And why wouldn't it?

Heather's parents decided to sue her for full custody of the boy, and to do that, they want me to sign over my parental rights, which I will do now, in a heartbeat.

Though I will maintain child support, and I will continue to be Ethan's dentist.

So, the only thing that's standing between the grandparents and full custody of this child was their daughter.

You know, we haven't met one person on this case yet that didn't have a motive to k*ll this woman.

So, what do we do now, Captain?

To Grandmother's house we go.

Oh, Lieutenant?

Uh, do you have a second?

Yeah, sure. What's up?

I'm not... I'm not sure exactly how to bring this up, but this house where you found the m*rder victim, you want to buy it with my mom.

Maybe, why?

Yeah, um, it's just, it's got me wondering if I might be... in the way.

You know, of you and Sharon moving in together now that...

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

First, the house has three bedrooms and three baths.

I wouldn't even dream of asking your mother to move in with me without you.

Oh, my God, if she thought I was trying to get rid of you...

I'll tell you what... when this m*rder is done, we'll all run by the house together without the crime scene tape and a body in the pool, and see if it's the right place for all three of us to give it a go.

Okay?

Okay.

Yeah.

[Vehicle approaches]

[Engine turns off]

Okay, grab the other one, hurry. We gotta go.

Mr. and Mrs. Lutz.

Sorry to bother you again right after your daughter's death, but we have more questions.

It was a terrible tragedy we'd like to put behind us.

So you're leaving town before your daughter's funeral?

It's tough, but, uh... we can't live in the past, so why not Reno?

If we don't leave before rush-hour traffic, it'll be three extra hours to Victorville.

Yeah, I don't think you're going to Victorville or beyond this afternoon.

Grandpa, when are we leaving?

Uh, soon, honey.

Is Mama coming?

Watch your fingers.

Sorry.

He's a curious boy.

Maybe you could e-mail us your questions.

Mr. and Mrs. Lutz, you can either go with me downtown right now, or we can find someplace nearby where we can chat privately.

It's entirely up to you.

I'll be back in just a minute. Keep matching up those jewels and see how far you can get, honey.

[Door closes]

There.

Listen, for all intents and purposes, our daughter left us a long time ago.

We're raising this child.

There's no other parental figure in his life?

There was... a terrific guy we thought was the dad, but it turned out Heather lied about that.

And we were worried that someone else, someone who was married and had other kids and did have legal rights could come by and seize our grandson, and we're not about to give him up to a stranger.

Sharon: I don't think that's going to happen necessarily, but I have to say, I am surprised that you became so... estranged from your daughter.

Was she our daughter?

We didn't raise her to be so vain, to be so deceitful.

We hardly recognized her anymore.

Especially after the breast and chin implants.

That girl was pretty to begin with.

She looked just like Dale.

Hmm.

Are you going to arrest us?

We don't have enough to hold you.

[Phone buzzes]

So we're free to get on the road?

Uh, sure, but not with your grandson.

You don't have legal custody of Ethan.

We need to hold him and place him with Child Protective Services.

That's no choice.

Never. That'll never happen.

No, thank you. Forget it.

Over my dead body.

Okay, if you want to keep your grandson, you need to stay right where you are.

Excuse me.

Yes, Mike.

Captain, the bad news is, Provenza was right.

The good news is, I've identified the m*rder w*apon.

The back of Heather Lutz's skull had linear fractures, indicating a well-distributed impact from a heavy, flat object.

Like a frying pan, not a hammer.

Exactly, so we emptied the property of anything that might fit the bill, but I kept thinking about what you said about something not being quite right with the grilling station.

[Phone rings]

Oh, just as things are getting interesting.

Sorry.

[Cellphone button clicks]

This is Heather. What do you want?

Captain, please.

Provenza: No, no, no, no...

This first one is the brochure.

This second one is the crime scene.

Oh, I see.

In the brochure, the utensils are all facing the same way, but in this still from Buzz's video, the grill press is turned around.

It was, so I examined it very closely and found trace amounts of a very expensive cleansing solution not typically used on grilling utensils.

Let me guess.

It contains petrolatum from an upscale cosmetics boutique.

No, it was from a disinfectant found in medical facilities.

More specifically, dentist offices.

Ahh. Which explains why I just got off the phone with Mrs. Claudia Irwin.

The wife of Dr. Irwin?

Sanchez: What did she want, sir?

She was confirming an appointment with Heather Lutz, who was offering her an estimate on what her house was worth.

Recognize this, Doctor?

It's identical to the card our victim left your wife with a message expressing how much she'd love, love, love to sell your house.

I know the card, but this is the first time I'm hearing that Heather tried to contact my wife.

Really?

The doctor gave me his computer.

How strong is the physical evidence against him specifically?

Well, it's pretty weak, but, uh, fortunately, so is he.

And so smart, he waived his right to an attorney.

...find messages between you and Ms. Lutz?

[Beep]

You got to love a computer that's not password protected.

Sure. Heather and I, we texted and e-mailed some, but I'm fairly sure my wife never came up.

Oh, so it's just a coincidence that the woman with whom you had an affair and a child ended up in your home talking to your wife.

And leaving her card behind so that you would know how close she had been to your wife and children.

Heather wanted money, didn't she?

And not just a one-time payment.

I mean, who knows where all this might end?

Uh... Okay, okay.

Um... the money wasn't the issue at all.

When they say money isn't the issue, I always begin to think, "money is the issue."

She wanted me to fund her lifestyle, which I was completely willing to do.

Hey, Captain?

We're on Dr. Irwin's browser, and he visited Heather's website Sunday.

He knew she was at the open house.

How do I explain where all the money is going to my wife?

And when she finds out, it's instant divorce.

Heather would end up with nothing.

I was just trying to make her understand that.

Doctor, we know that you were tracking Heather the day she d*ed, and you were well aware that she was at the open house.

Did you have your cell with you when you were inside that property after everyone else had left?

Because your phone will tell us where you were.

Okay, look, I was only there to beg her to stay away from my family, that's it.

Okay, Doctor, this is important, because we don't believe you struck her on purpose, and even though she d*ed, for this to be m*rder, we have to prove intent.

And we're pretty sure that you did not plan to k*ll Heather when you drove to that house.

[Stammers] But...

Doctor, to keep us from arresting you for m*rder, we need you to tell us that.

Uh, well, of course I didn't intend to k*ll her, but before I say anything else, why do you already think that?

Uh, oh! Well, because you didn't bring a w*apon with you.

You were arguing in the backyard.

She turned away from you, and in the heat of the moment, you grabbed the grill press and... and swung it at her.

Then afterwards, you, uh, you cleaned it off with disinfectant that you use in your office.

Oh, my God.

It's like you were there.

All right, since you understand, yes, that's exactly, exactly what happened, but I didn't even hit her that hard.

I mean, between the hat and the extensions, I'm surprised it made an impact.

It just... it happened so fast.

Well, there's simple as*ault.

But once she'd fallen down, she didn't get back up.

I wasn't trying to k*ll her at all. At all, at all.

We believe that.

But, uh, you see... the problem is...

What?

Well, the problem is that you then dragged her across the yard, and you tossed her into the pool while she was unconscious.

Right, right, right.

Oh, she drowned?

Can I see the prelim?

It's beginning to sound a lot like m*rder in the first degree.

I was trying to help Heather up, and I'm sorry, you have to understand, this... this happened so fast.

Look, Heather was nonresponsive, and... and I was, uh, I was trying to revive her.

That's standard practice.

When a patient passes out, I normally throw cold water on them.

This was just a lot more cold water than usual.

And you didn't worry that being unconscious, she might drown?

Not until she didn't come to.

And I'm not a good swimmer.

Did you consider using the bright green, fully inflated floatie that was sitting right next to the pool?

Or perhaps calling the paramedics?

I'm sure they could always use a good dentist in maximum security.

That's true.

The victim is unsympathetic.

I bet I could plea him down to second degree if he agreed to practice at Folsom.

That would be a win-win for everyone.

Um... do I need a lawyer?

About 15 minutes ago.

[Groans]

[Clears throat]

Um, there's just one major question we have left to answer.

And that is?

What happens to the victim's little boy?

[Sighs]

That's a deal you'll have to make.

[Door opens, closes]

[Door closes]

Mm, Buzz!

Buzz.

Well, it took a few days, but... here it is.

Every document and file that I could find which might, in any way, relate to your father's m*rder.

Seriously?

Yeah. I, uh...

I flagged every similar crime in the database which occurred four months on either side of the att*ck, and within a 30-mile radius.

This is what came back.

And, Buzz, uh look, I... I saw the tape.

The guys who k*lled your father, these were not beginners.

They probably had a pattern of ATM robberies.

How do I approach this?

[Chuckles dryly]

One page at a time.

[Exhales deeply]

Tao.

[Whispers inaudibly]

Hey, buddy, how you doing? Guess what I found?

This car.

Craig!

What are you doing here?

Let us explain.

Well, we know that you've had a lot of bad news lately, so we hope that this might help ease the ongoing pain.

Since your daughter was less than truthful with, well, everyone, we decided to analyze DNA samples from both the men she claimed had fathered your grandson.

Surprise. Turns out...

It was me.

My God, what a relief!

Oh, Craig! Oh!

It has been a horror show without you.

Never go away again.

[Gasps] Craig, Craig, Craig, Craig!

Hey, little dude! Oh, my gosh, I have missed you.

We believe this family can work out something beneficial for this boy's future.

You believe rightly, sir.

You believe rightly, and thank you.

It's our pleasure, sir. The LAPD only wishes we could spend more time reuniting fathers with their sons.

In some ways, it's something I've always dreamed of.

An affordable home in the Hollywood Hills with a pool and a family to share it with.

It's even more inviting than in the video.

Right? I mean, it's so light and cozy, isn't it?

Absolutely, and it is so well-maintained.

I can see why you like it so much.

It has... a lot of potential.

So, have there been a lot of people to see the home since you took over as agent?

Well, a property this special will always generate a ton of interest.

[Laughing]

Look at me, lying to the police.

No. Ever since your friend told the world that this place was the Monkey's Paw of local listings, even the Jehovah's Witnesses wouldn't knock on this door.

It's yours for the taking.

How do you like that?

For the first time in my life, Provenza has brought me a little good luck.

There is just this... this one thing I'm obligated to disclose.

Um... [Clears throat]

With all the furnishings going in and out, we noticed that there were several surfaces here hiding...

Well, I guess there's no other way to say it.

Um... [Clears throat] Black mold.

What?

I'm hope that's not...

Toxic mold? Are you kidding me?

Black mold?

But... but... but while I admit that the words "toxic mold" sound bad...

Oh, you think?

But... this is such an opportunity.

An opportunity in what way?

Come on, now, wouldn't you just love to rip down these old walls to the studs and remold these rooms into the house of your dreams?

I mean, with the purchase price...

Andy, I've heard enough.

...the money that you would save, and the taxes...

But wait a minute...

I had to say his name.

I had to say "Provenza." I had to say it.

Rusty!

Coming!

Wait a minute, hold on! Lieutenant!

Andy! There is a deal to be made here.

Trust me, if there was a deal to be made here, my mother would have made it.

But... [Stammers]

[Door slams]