05x09 - Family Law

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[Police radio chatter]

Alfredo: Ah, buongiorno, signore. Buongiorno.

Alfredo Deconchini at your service.

Welcome to the world-famous Greek Theatre.

Yes, well, I'm Lieutenant Provenza of the world-famous L.A.P.D.

Where's the victim?

Now, I hope that our piccola traga won't take your detectives too long to resolve.

We present a sold-out performance of the Deftones this evening.

God.

It's so much bigger than when I was here last.

Ah, yes. We expanded seating in the '80s.

Ugh. The '80s.

We are always chosen number-one outdoor venue in America... in the world maybe, huh? [Chuckles]

So, the '80s... who did you come see perform?

Provenza: Oh, I didn't buy a ticket.

I was assigned to protect some rock band.

I don't remember their names, but worst music I ever heard.

And the patchouli.

Uh, you don't like patchouli?

No, I don't like patchouli, and I didn't like the hippies that wore it, either.

Julio, hello.

Hey. Good morning, Lieutenant.

Except for the whole being dead part, the victim's in good shape for his age.

Kendall: Somebody smashed his head in repeatedly.

The car keys and cash were in his pocket.

The only thing missing is his cellphone.

Tao: It looks like it started up here!

I've got blood-transfer patterns on this top step, leading all the way down! You want to come up and see?!

Provenza: Well, you know I don't climb!

Buzz, you miss nothing on your video, and I mean it!

Yes, sir!

Uh, excuse me.

It's possible that the poor gentleman only suffered heart failure while jogging, and then he tumbled down the stairs to his death... boom!

Well, you know, that's a reasonable theory, Alfredo, except for the blood pattern, the drag marks, and... and the fact that someone pounded his head into the pavement... uh, Kendall?

6 or 7 times at least, maybe 90 minutes ago.

Hey, uh, this is my Realtor.

He said he was going through his e-mail this morning, and he found an offer on my house.

Well, my heartfelt congratulations, Flynn.

Now, you wouldn't happen to have any useful information about this m*rder, would you?

m*rder?

Oh, yeah, sure.

Uh, the woman who called 911...

No, no.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

...said that she was one of the first people here this morning running the stairs.

m*rder? No. But the show... The show must go on, no?

Okay, sir, we're asking the questions here, not you.

What time does this place open for business?

6:30 a.m.

And you let people exercise here?

Signora, the beautiful Greek Theatre belongs to all the citizens of Los Angeles.

Also, technically, the Greek is a city park and keeps city-park hours.

I-I-I-I feel like I should make a counter, but I don't want to scare the buyer away.

I'll tell you what, Flynn.

Why don't you and your Realtor counter that way so we can complete this investigation?

Oh, I-I'm sorry, guys.

I-I have to make this decision now.

Just... Just a second. Be right back. One second.

Okay, Kendall, I need you to run the victim's prints for us, please.

Kendall: Will do.

Uh, sir, how can I access the security cameras?

Ah, the cameras are for projection of performances, not recordings.

The artists would never allow that.

Hey, this is interesting.

Provenza: What is that?

Look. All his fingertips are bloody except for the thumb on his right hand.

Sanchez: Well, maybe it was wiped off by the k*ller to unlock the missing phone.

You think the guy was m*rder*d over something on his cell?

Excuse me.

Uh, how much longer will this take?

Because we are on the verge of disaster.

A sold-out performance cannot be delayed.

Alfredo, you do not tell the L.A.P.D. to hurry up.

Now you back off, and you wait for my cue.

Capiche?

[Scanner beeps]

All right. Kendall?

I got a hit on his fingerprints.

He's a criminal?

Worse.

He's a lawyer.

sh*t.

Tao: Not just any lawyer, either... a high-priced divorce attorney.

Divorce... always a good motive.

Are there any malpractice complaints on Mr. Cushing?

Well, not in the L.A. County court database, ma'am.

All right, the amphitheater opened at 6:30, and the body was discovered at 6:47... about a 15-minute window of opportunity.

So, either our k*ller knew our victim's habits or followed him there.

Flynn: Holy moly. This guy was loaded... an estate in Bel Air, oceanfront home in Carmel, a sailboat, Tesla, and a Bentley.

Provenza: Yeah, well, people who say money can't make you happy just aren't giving it a chance. Mm.

Was anything obviously wrong in Mr. Cushing's personal life?

Tao: Not so far. His Facebook page shows a happily married divorce attorney.

He and his wife just celebrated their 25th anniversary... one daughter in college.

Maybe we should notify the happily married wife in person just to be sure, because it's always the wife.

It's always the wife.

Hold on, guys.

Flynn: I'm on the phone with Dr. Cushing's office.

She's been in Maui all week at a couples-therapy workshop.

And she went to couples therapy without her husband?

Divorce attorney's wife is a marriage counselor, so she can refer all her failures to her husband, I guess.

Flying back tomorrow morning with their daughter.

Provenza: Well, it's always good to be out of town whenever the hit man murders your spouse.

Excuse me, Captain.

I've tracked our victim's missing cellphone to its final transmission.

The last ping we had from the GPS in Cushing's cell was from 7:00 this morning, at the Hollywood Reservoir.

Two and a half miles from the crime scene.

Where the phone went offline.

The k*ller wanted something from it... a text, a picture, what?

We keep our whole lives on our cells these days.

Really? I only have phone numbers.

And a few cat videos.

Mm.

Hey, everyone, instead of searching for complaints against Cushing, we looked to see if Cushing made complaints against other people.

And he recently filed a restraining order against Joey Bowie with the Beverly Hills police.

Joey Bowie?

He's a celebrity chef... also on the losing end of a big, fat, "TMZ" style divorce.

Guess who represented the wife, ma'am.

Mr. Cushing.

Oh, and, uh, Bowie just had a splashy opening for his new restaurant... very near the Greek.

Joey: [Australian accent] At Hollywood and Vermont.

It's a fantastic location... wall-to-wall yuppies, USC millennials looking for "locally grown, organic cuisine."

Best part of it is, there is no legal definition for "local."

Organic's slightly harder to fudge, but local... local could be from anywhere.

I organize local by hemispheres.

That Argentinean beef, though... it is so much better.

It is. People don't know it, but it is.

Your new restaurant's called Bowie's Kn*fe?

Yeah. I was going for something visceral, you know, primitive.

Everyone's going vegan, so I go carnivore... man, meat, Kn*fe, hot, sexy.

Is that why you called me in here, to question me about my business?

Why does Robert Cushing have a restraining order against you?

[Groans] I have no idea.

Well, was it because you shook him by the neck so hard he was taken to the E.R., sir?

♪

Oh, now I remember.

Cushing convinced the judge I was emotionally volatile.

My wife got our house, half of my money, and sole custody of our children.

Now I need a court-ordered observer present just to watch me play with my kids.

And I get to pay for said observer out of my own pocket.

I mean, you hit your wife one time, just once, just once...

Yeah.

...and see what happens.

Punch her hard in the face just once and send her to the hospital with a broken nose and a skull fracture.

I didn't violate my restraining order, all right? Seems like we were looking at skull fractures just this morning.

He's told so many lies about me, I still wake up mad as hell.

Did you happen to run in to Mr. Cushing lately... this morning, yesterday evening?

Your phone could probably tell us.

You want us to check it out?

All right, I'll make it easy for you.

I wasn't stalking Cushing last night.

I was following his professional friend.

Here's a picture of them that I took a couple months ago.

It's not my fault she was going to his hotel.

Wait. Mr. Cushing was with a prost*tute last night?

Oh, he loves hookers, and this girl's his favorite.

I didn't think he saw me. I guess I was wrong.

And I assume that you were there, photographing this young lady, to blackmail Mr. Cushing?

No.

I'm gonna show these pictures to his wife.

I want him to suffer the same way I have for the past six months.

Does this young lady have a name?

She goes by Campus Doll 101 online.

I looked her up a few weeks ago.

And you followed her from where?

The approach to the Collage Hotel.

I can recognize most of them now, all of his regulars, all the different ladies he sees.

Campus Doll 101... she has a hot ad online.

I'd have followed her out of there, too, but Cushing sometimes sees two birds in a row.

Okay, Mr. Bowie, where were you this morn...

Call me Joey, mate. Call me Joey.

Everybody calls me Joey.

Hey, uh, a warrant for our guest's cellphone?

Even my kids call me Joey.

Mr. Bowie, where you this morning...

I'm not finding Campus Doll 101.

...between 6:00 a.m. and 7:00 a.m.?

I was at the farmers' market. Why?

Because Robert Cushing was m*rder*d around that time.

Wow.

I thought when you called me in here, it was gonna be another terrible day, but that is fantastic!

Holy sh*t. Dead?!

[Laughs]

Oh, and you think I did it?

Oh, you're out of luck. I got 30 witnesses, and you can trace through my credit card.

And your phone, if you don't mind.

And even if you do.

[Cellphone beeping]

Two vendors at the Fairfax Farmers' Market confirm seeing Joey Bowie shopping at sunrise this morning, ma'am.

Yeah, well, his credit card shows lots of purchases there.

Alibi holds.

His phone is a treasure trove, including pictures of the h**ker's car.

No plates, though.

Let's drag the wife's financials and see if anything points to m*rder for hire.

Well, that's a good idea because it's always the wife.

It's always the wife.

Lieutenant, the poor woman's married to a cheating divorce lawyer.

Provenza: Which means that she would know better than most how much money she can save by k*lling the bastard...

Julio. ...instead of taking him to court.

Ah. Excuse me.

Well, we should pick the poor Dr. Cushing and her daughter up from the airport tomorrow.

Mm-hmm. Meantime, Buzz, if you would track down all the Hotel Collage's surveillance video from the past 24 hours, please.

Yes, ma'am, as fast as I can.

Cynthia: Okay, I have a big problem.

His name is Mark, and he's 8 years old.

8 years old.

This is an emergency placement, just until we find his mother.

Does...

Does this mean that I've been approved to foster?

First let me give you a heads-up.

Um, Mark's been living in a car for weeks.

He has behavioral problems.

But if you accept him, it pushes your application to foster through to approval and you're part of the program and eligible for long-term placement as of right now.

Sure.

I'll help the kid out.

All right.

I'll be back with him as soon as possible.

And congratulations, Julio.

You're a dad.

[Police radio chatter]

[Sighs]

Rusty: So, these are all the fingerprints and partials from other ATM robberies around your dad's m*rder?

Yes, but, uh, don't expect much.

[Sighs]

Okay, talk me through this and start with our partials.

What we want is something from the top left to pop over to the right and then over to the smart screen over here and come together and form a whole finger.

And then run it against the criminal-database thing?

Right. What...

Sorry.

[Computer beeps]

Dude, we are so close.

[Computer beeps]

Holy cow.

What?

[Computer beeps]

Holy cow.

[Computer beeps]

Holy cow.

Oh, my God.

[Computer beeps] Match found.

Stop filming.

Uh, okay.

Uh, but, Buzz, you just found your guy.

No. I-I found a guy.

We don't know if he's the guy yet, and he can't know we're onto him.

Gene Hecht.

Buzz, you've got a name, and is that...

What... Is that his record?

What do all these codes and stuff mean?

Well, it means that Gene Hecht was arrested for truancy, shoplifting, burglary, car theft, armed robbery, and attempted m*rder.

What kind of armed robbery?

Uh, at an ATM at Wilshire and Curson.

[Computer chimes]

Buzz, that... that's like three miles away from where your father and uncle were m*rder*d.

Yeah, I know. I know.

It is, but security footage from the Collage Hotel just downloaded, and I've got to go through it in Electronics.

What, you have to do that right now?

Why can't... Can't we just call this prison first and talk to this guy?

No, no, for all kinds of reasons.

Gene Hecht is a lifer, and he's not going anywhere.

O-Okay, all right, but, Buzz...

Let me think about this.

♪

[Cellphone beeps]

Tao: You see Mr. Cushing, our divorce attorney, finishing off his drink at the hotel bar.

Miss Campus Doll 101 enters, quick peck on the cheek, and up to his room they go.

She stays with Mr. Cushing for an hour.

Miss Campus Doll 101, whose website we still haven't found, leaves around midnight, crosses back through the hallway.

Sharon: Hold it there.

Who is Campus Doll glancing at right there?

Oh, uh, we should try and see.

We should, yes. Thank you.

[Keyboard keys clacking]

♪

No Joey Bowie.

No. Go on.

Tao: She gives her ticket to the valet, gets into her Mercedes, and drives off.

You want to zoom in on the license plate, Buzz?

Oh, right. Yeah.

Okay, I'm getting it.

Flynn: How does a girl that young afford a Mercedes?

Not from her paper route.

Uh, it's not her car, unless she's named Eric Hayes.

Mm. She doesn't look like an Eric to me.

Looking up his driver's license.

[Keyboard keys clacking]

Uh...

Nope. Eric is 20 years old.

Lives a few blocks from UCLA... a student maybe.

Run that video back a bit, Buzz, to the moment where Campus Doll 101 gets into Eric's very nice car.

It's not exactly mine. I drive it a lot, but...

Well, it's registered in your name, and the dealer said you paid cash for it.

But that wasn't my money.

Oh. Uh, wh-whose money was it?

Am I under arrest?

Not yet, but it could be arranged.

Let me ask you something.

Does the same person who bought you this car also pay the rent on your lovely two-bedroom apartment in Brentwood?

You see, Eric, the university says you're on a financial-needs scholarship, so we're curious where all this money comes from.

Are you dealing dr*gs?

No.

A little identity theft maybe?

No. No. Look, my girlfriend... she's kind of rich... from her mom and dad.

Oh. [Chuckles]

Seems like she has a really great, big allowance.

All right, I'll just talk to the parents about it.

Wait. No, no, no, no. Look... [Sighs]

She has a website that generates cash.

A website?

Yeah.

Mm-hmm.

Does she use this website to sell something, Eric?

Oh, man. Oh, man.

Prostitution is a crime, Eric, but an even more serious offense is profiting from prostitution.

We used to call it pimping.

Yeah, but the... the feds call it human trafficking now, and they're pretty serious about it.

Okay. Whoa, whoa. Hold on. Hold on.

I... Look, I'm not a pimp.

I'm premed, and I'm just...

[Chuckles]

Okay, look, I-it's... it's the 21st century, man.

It's just sex.

And we're safe. We're... We're... We're adults.

It's transactional. I mean, we're not hurting people. Come on.

Well, jealousy over someone who's sleeping with his girlfriend seems out of the question.

Or he's putting a good face on it. Not everyone wants to possess someone.

And people have intimate desires, desires the whole world doesn't need to know about.

You turn tricks, too?

No.

Not really.

Okay, uh, once or twice a month, if some client wants to see, uh, a demo... or wants me to join in.

Look, how detailed do you want me to get?

Oh, that's more than enough.

We don't sell anything.

It's people's decision to give us money.

All right, look, Eric... if what you're saying is true and you're not actually soliciting...

And your girlfriend isn't directly selling sex.

Well, she's not. She's not.

She has an ad online with legal disclaimers, and people who make appointments are strictly paying for her time.

Mike, I think you're about to have plans for this evening.

check out your girlfriend's website and make sure you're telling the truth.

And I can trust you guys?

We're the police.

[Chuckling] Of course you can trust us.

Okay. Go to www.universitydoll101.com.

It's actually very well-known.

University Doll 101.

No wonder we couldn't find the website.

Yeah. And there's a tab for appointments.

Looks like she's free till midnight.

Um, while we're doing that, just, um, one more issue.

We need you to tell us your girlfriend's real name.

Brie.

Brie Miller.

"Texting is the best way to contact me.

I get back within an hour."

Texting.

I wonder if that's why the victim's cellphone was missing.

You ready, Mike?

This is something my wife never needs to hear about.

I bet Brie hears that a lot.

[Cellphone chimes]

[Footsteps approaching]

[Indistinct conversations]

Michael?

Goodness.

You're more beautiful than your pictures.

[Chuckles] That is very sweet of you.

Would you like to buy me a drink here first, or do you want to go on up to your room?

Are you even old enough to drink?

Almost.

[Chuckles]

But you would be surprised what I've learned to get away with.

Or maybe I can show you?

You know, I think going up to the room is an excellent idea.

Great.

After you.

Okay.

[Keypad beeps]

Now, just so we're clear about everything up front and we can get it out of our way, the appointment is $600 an hour.

I accept credit card, or you could put the money in this envelope, and we will start.

Let's use my Visa. Might as well get the miles.

Okay, great.

I can swipe it on my phone.

One second. [Chuckles]

[Scanner beeps]

[Chuckles]

Credit cards. [Chuckles] What a world.

Um... what do I call you?

Whatever you want.

[Chuckles]

Okay. All done.

See how easy that was?

Now, I bet you could use a little fun.

♪

Buzz: The card's account has just been charged $600 by a University Contributions.

♪

Oh, oh, uh, she's...

I see it. I see it. Ye gods.

We better stop this now, or I'll have to drink myself to sleep.

You sure you don't want to let it go for one more minute?

Look how fast she's undressing Mike.

I may never get this image out of my brain.

It's time for room service. Flynn, please.

[Clears throat]

Tell me when it's safe to look.

[Knock on door]

Room service?

I ordered champagne.

Oh. How nice.

♪

Miss Miller, you're under arrest for solicitation.

You have the right to remain silent.

Are you serious?

Anything you say can and will...

We are not having sex.

...be used against you in a court of law. Tell them that we were not having sex. You have the right to an attorney.

If you cannot afford one, one will be appointed for you by the court.

Okay, I am not saying anything until I speak to my attorney.

Put your clothes on, Miss.

And I'm afraid your attorney won't be able to talk to you tonight.

Why? I get a phone call.

Don't waste it calling Robert Cushing.

Sharon: Good work.

Take our University Doll 101 to holding for the night.

Let's give our seen-it-all college student a post-graduate course in the law.

Thank you.

I'll run the paperwork down to booking.

Be right back, ma'am.

Okay.

[Police radio chatter]

[Elevator bell dings]

Oh, Detective Sanchez.

This is Mark.

He's gonna be staying with you for the next few days until we locate his family.

Mark, say hello to Detective Sanchez.

Hey. How are you doing, bud?

Spending last night with a bunch of black people was bad enough.

I'm not going anywhere with a Mexican.

That's amazing, isn't it?

Yes, it is. Yes.

This would be huge for my next Identity, but Buzz says we can't even show it.

I mean, why?

And we should talk to this guy and...

Buzz can't bring Mr. Hecht from prison without applying for a removal order.

No, no, no, no. I-I mean...

I mean we go to the prison and we confront this Hecht guy, this k*ller, and we show him what we put together.

That's one of the worst ideas I have ever heard.

And you should have stopped filming the second Buzz told you to.

I did, Mom. I stopped... I stopped for a minute.

I just went back and...

All right, listen to me.

Buzz can only use this evidence to talk to Mr. Hecht as a potential witness, which, by the way, was your suggestion.

Yeah, but now that... now that we know...

Oh, let's talk about what you don't know or what you don't remember.

Mr. Hecht is one of two people responsible for murdering Buzz's father.

You talk to Hecht, he could immediately contact his accomplice, and this case will fall apart completely.

I want you to delete this video from your laptop and your cellphone.

Okay, but, Mom...

Right now.

Wait... Wait a minute, Mom. I-I... I said right now.

♪

Provenza: So, how go the joys of parenting?

What did you learn your first night as a dad?

I didn't sleep, sir.

[Chuckles] That's very common.

But how is poor little Mark?

Mark... Ah, he hates Mexicans.

Yeah, he... he called me a w*tback, and he demanded that my mom speak English.

He's probably just trying to get a rise out of you.

It's hard to sleep your first night in a new place.

No. No. He's... He's nocturnal.

Every time I turned out the lights, five minutes later, he was out of bed, and he had the television on.

And when I finally hid the remote, poor little Mark called Immigration on me.

What?

[Laughter]

And they came. So, that was an hour.

Thank you. You know, sometimes I waver on the subject of kids, but this helps.

Mm.

How's Mark doing now?

You know, I left him with my mother and our neighbor.

I do... I don't know how that's going to turn out, ma'am.

He'll end up doing better than Brie, a.k.a. our University Doll, did in holding last night, mixing it up with other ladies of the evening.

I gave her a choice this morning of hanging out with her new friends or revoking.

She's on her way up.

None of her new friends were anywhere near as high-end as Brie.

Checking her LLC, just from Cushing, she was getting $600 to $1,800 a week.

But University Doll isn't the only person stuffing other men's money into an LLC.

And for the past six months, the victim's wife was transferring large sums from joint accounts she holds with her husband into individual ones she holds in Panama.

Ah, well, patrol's meeting Dr. Cushing and her daughter at the airport.

Well, while we wait for Dr. Cushing to arrive, we should spend a moment talking with her potential motive.

I don't understand why you're asking about Bobby.

What happened to him?

Sykes: This.

[Voice breaking] Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. He's dead?

Provenza: Very. And it looks personal, too.

So, you wouldn't have any idea who would have been mad enough at Bobby to crush his head in?

No. No. He was very sweet...

at least, to me.

And you met how?

Online.

And compared to a lot of other guys, he was actually pretty tame.

Was your boyfriend jealous of your relationship with Mr. Cushing?

What a stupid question.

No. No, he wasn't jealous.

Why would he be?

And I did not have a relationship with Bobby. God.

It was transactional, safe sex.

The sex doesn't look all that safe to me.

by two discreet adults.

Please.

Please do not smear Bobby's whole life because he... he spent a night with me before he d*ed.

Please.

You have a visitor, possibly two.

He doesn't deserve that.

His... His family doesn't deserve that...

Oh, God.

...and I don't deserve that, either.

If he was m*rder*d, it was by someone who was unhappy about their divorce.

Where were you between 6:00 and 7:00 a.m. yesterday?

I was at home with my boyfriend.

Let me share our problem with you, Brie.

You're a prost*tute, and your so-called boyfriend, Eric... who's in a holding cell, too, by the way... joins in sometime.

So, our problem... how can we let two known criminals alibi for each other?

You're coming after us?

When Bobby's wife was such a bitch?

I might be a criminal, but I never pushed Bobby off the balcony of his home.

I never locked Bobby out of his room and set fire to his clothes.

He told me he would give her whatever she wanted just so she wouldn't go nuts on him and his daughter.

She's always furious.

Mad about what?

Ask her if you can pry her off that beach she's on in Hawaii while her husband works his ass off.

Flynn: She seems to know an awful lot about Cushing's life for someone who's not in a relationship with him.

Guys sometimes talk to their hookers.

When they're trying to establish a need for discretion.

I worked vice.

Oh, finally some white people.

Are you guys gonna save me or what?

Sanchez: I'm... I'm sorry, ma'am. I'm sorry.

Uh, Dr. Cushing and her daughter are here.

Where would you like me to put them?

Eileen: There are only two people you can't hide things from... your mother and your bookkeeper.

His mother was dead, so I made sure to make good friends with my husband's accountant.

"Oh, Bobby," I'd say, "you work so much harder than I do.

Let me handle the bills."

I don't think he understood that I was seeing checks go out to cover these giant personal expenses on his corporate credit card.

So, you knew that Mr. Cushing was cheating on you.

Cheating? Yes.

Most people call it cheating, don't they?

Not me. I call it betrayal.

I call it lying.

And after years of apologies and "I swear it will never happen agains,"

I call it unforgivable.

Does your daughter feel the same way?

Children can't be used as weapons.

So, Megan knew nothing about her father's infidelities.

No, and she never will, unless one of those whores k*lled him.

Is that it? Was he m*rder*d by a hooker?

It's possible.

Tell me, Doctor.

You kept Megan in the dark about her father's extramarital activities.

Was she also unaware that you were transferring large sums of money to Panama from a joint account held by you and your husband?

[Sighs]

Everything in marriage has a price.

That's what Bobby used to say.

Children, pets, emotional suffering... he monetized it all.

I wasn't gonna let him do that to me, so I transferred my emotional suffering somewhere where he couldn't reduce it to a calculation.

But that's not what I want to say to Megan, and if you're going to tell her that Bobby was m*rder*d by a hooker [sighs] don't.

She adored her father and he adored her and I don't want her to lose that.

♪

Does your daughter know a young woman named Brie Miller?

Brie?

Yes. We all know her.

Brie and Megan grew up together.

Really?

She's spent countless nights at our house.

Bobby was the divorce lawyer for her parents.

Why? What does this have to do with Brie Miller?

Please stay where you are, Mrs. Cushing.

Someone will... Someone will join you shortly.

One second.

I don't understand.

[Whispers indistinctly]

♪

Mrs. Urzua: Your mother says she can't handle the boy alone, and I have to pick up my daughter from work.

And Mark gets out of the car every time I stop at a red light.

Mexicans should be used to running.

You have to run everywhere you go... over the border, from the police.

I have a right to be treated like a white person, and I have a right to run away from non-Americans.

I have a right to an attorney, too.

You want an attorney?

Well, you need to be under arrest for that.

Is that what you want? Is it?

Because then I could cuff you to that chair, and you wouldn't be running anywhere.

Is that what you want? Is it?

And where's his, uh, mom and dad?

He's a DCFS emergency placement.

My mom was probably kidnapped by Mexican immigra...

Hey, I could stay with him, Detective.

Oh, that would be great.

See? All the problems you people make are solved by whites.

Thank you, Mrs. Urzua, for helping my mom.

Thank you.

I'd keep him myself if I didn't have so much to do today.

Poor baby.

He's probably just a little parrot.

Call me later.

[Sighs] He likes television, but...

Oh, my God. You little... Where's the remote?

Put the remote back on the table right now, or I will arrest you for theft.

I mean it.

I don't want it anyway. You probably touched it.

Do not let him watch violent films, and no matter what he says, don't drop him off at the zoo.

Go ahead. Drop me off at the zoo.

See what I care. My mom will find me.

Yeah. I don't know about that.

So, what would you like to watch?

"SpongeBob." Can we please watch "SpongeBob"?

Yeah.

Um, you know that SpongeBob isn't white, don't you?

Her mother kept Megan very young for her age, and now we just chat in class some.

Okay. So you're not best buddies anymore, but back in high school, before you started having sex with your best friend's dad...

It is not like that.

Look at the website. My face is blurred.

Bobby and I didn't realize we knew each other until I walked into his hotel room.

And?

And what?

We were both embarrassed for a few minutes, and then he made me laugh, I made him laugh, and then it was like, you know, why not?

Bobby was not a creep. He... He was generous.

He was kind.

Look, this is a giant misunderstanding.

What was a misunderstanding?

Buzz, cue up the surveillance footage...

...of Brie leaving the hotel again, please.

...to talk to the victim.

That's going to come out. Give me one second.

What are you thinking, Captain?

We can make a deal

I'm thinking about our victim's missing cell and that Brie liked to make appointments by text.

No, no, no, this cannot go on my record.

It can't go on Eric's record.

Who would care if a text like that was on the victim's phone after he was m*rder*d?

Cushing's wife said that the families were very close when the girls were growing up.

This would k*ll my mom and dad, my whole family.

You know, she...

[Door closes]

She seems extremely worried...

...about us contacting her parents.

I didn't have anything to do with that.

Brie's father and our victim were still very good friends.

I-I will quit this Internet business...

Here we go.

...and Eric will quit, too.

This is the spot where Brie looks back.

I'll enlarge the picture.

Here.

[Cellphone dings]

You're not a child anymore.

And let's take it back a second.

Hey. I just sold my house.

...it makes me think you've left stuff out and that you know more than you are telling me.

No. No. No.

[Keyboard keys clacking]

Here's another angle of the lobby.

No.

Buzz, pause it.

I mean...

And zoom in.

This is her father. And so is this.

We haven't charged you or your boyfriend yet.

Well, it's not a coincidence.

But if you don't get real with us...

No. But it's also not evidence of m*rder...

Is that what you want?

...yet.

Jack: Why are you holding my daughter?

She's a Dean's List student at UCLA, never been in trouble a single day in her life.

Mr. Miller, I'm Captain Sharon Raydor.

And this is my daughter's attorney.

Oh, we all know Mr. Corbett.

What is Brie being charged with exactly that would be a major crime?

We're starting out with a misdemeanor morals charge.

Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait.

A morals charge? What the hell does that mean?

You have to let me see my little girl right now.

No, we don't, and you'd be better off letting Mr. Corbett speak with her first.

Your daughter should understand that everyone has the right to a lawyer.

And if a person doesn't like the one they have, one can be appointed for them by the state.

Flynn: Also, all suspects have the right to remain silent, and anything they say can be used against them in a court of law.

You haven't already told her this?

Great. Don't worry, Jack.

We're home free. Where's the girl?

Uh, right this way, sir.

Thank you, Detective.

In the meantime, Mr. Miller, if you would come with us, we will explain everything to you.

Yeah, I don't need any explanations.

My daughter isn't a criminal.

Well, if that's the case, Mr. Miller, let me ask you this.

What do you think she was doing at the Collage Hotel two nights ago with your golfing pal...

Bobby Cushing?

What?

She wasn't... What are you talking about?

Buzz.

[Computer beeping]

Do you recognize anyone here?

Flynn: You want to tell us what Brie was doing in Cushing's hotel room the night before he was m*rder*d?

Because he was having sex with my daughter, okay?

That's why.

Yeah, he was screwing my little girl.

How can you be so sure?

[Sighs]

Last week, Brie came by, and while I cooked dinner, she took our dog for a walk and left her phone on the counter.

It lit up with a text from Bobby, and I saw it.

He sent her his room number from that hotel with a time and picture of her from, uh... from...

[Laughs]

Who knows how long this had been going on, but Bobby spent years... years around Brie, inviting her over to the house for sleepovers, swim parties.

He was grooming her. Do you understand?

He was grooming my little girl for this...

God, this unspeakable thing.

It may have been unspeakable, but it wasn't for free.

[Chuckles]

What the hell does that mean?

Did you ever notice the expensive car that your daughter drove, sir?

Or wondered how she can afford her Brentwood apartment?

I mean, you didn't pay for it.

Your ex-wife can't afford it.

That Eric... her boyfriend... he has money.

Her boyfriend is on a financial-needs scholarship at UCLA.

Sharon: But you're not wrong, Mr. Miller.

Brie had sex with Cushing, but not because he manipulated her.

Your daughter is an escort.

No.

For $600 an hour, more if her boyfriend joins in.

If you look on the upper left-hand screen, you'll see price points for services she counts as extras.

Buzz: Yes, sir. The bottom screen to your left is the record of all the men she charged via credit card.

No, no, no. Th-This... This can't be true.

Stop... Stop this.

Then there's the list of text messages from other clients that we downloaded from her cellphone.

Just stop this. Stop! Please!

You thought that your friend was taking advantage of her.

Flynn: You knew him very well. He was your attorney.

You played golf with him. Hell, he was your friend.

You must have known how hard he worked to stay in shape, running up and down the steps of the Greek Theatre early in the morning, phone strapped around his arm.

Sharon: The phone that had the text messages and pictures of your daughter.

♪

Oh, my God.

[Groans]

Oh, what have I done?

♪

You thought you were protecting your little girl.

We're going to give you one last chance to do that.

If you will write down exactly what you did to Cushing, we won't charge Brie or her boyfriend with prostitution.

She will not be branded for the rest of her life as a sex offender.

Your little girl will get a second chance.

Or you can ask Brie's lawyer to defend you for m*rder in the first degree and then consider what this story will sound like on the day that your daughter takes the stand.

[Sighs]

I'll have Eric meet you downstairs, but you'll have to find your own ride home because he's already signed away the car, ma'am.

Corbett: I'll drive them.

Guess you're all feeling proud of yourselves.

Send me off to deal with Brie while you tricked her father into signing his life away.

No, but your client might want to rethink the whole "prostitution being a victimless crime" thing.

[Crying] Please get me out of here.

Please. Yeah, no problem. Let's go.

[Police radio chatter]

So, I've followed up on all the fingerprints that I could identify from the ATM robbery, consolidated the partials, and the person I believe would make the most likely witness is a third-striker named Gene Hecht at Kern Valley State Prison.

Now, I've also started a removal order in case you agree we should question Mr. Hecht.

However, we'd have to hold him indefinitely and...

And in isolation so he can't warn his accomplice.

Who was the trigger guy.

Uh, Captain, if you want, I will read this novel that Reserve Officer Watson has written for us and follow up.

Thank you very much, Lieutenant.

And, Buzz, good work.

Thank you, Captain.

Oh, man.

Thank God.

If you found his mom and you want to take him back right now, he's ready.

Well, we found his mother, but I'm afraid she can't take him back.

Why?

She was sh*t to death at least three days ago.

Her body was dumped in Lincoln Heights.

Lincoln Heights, it fall on back division.

Captain, you want me to call them?

Yes, please Mike and... tell the Major Crimes will be taken over this case.

Oh my god.

Now what?