05x15 - Cleared History

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[Police radio chatter]

[Indistinct conversations]

[Children speaking indistinctly]

[Siren whoops]

[Radio chatter continues]

Sykes.

What in the hell are we doing here?

Uh, there's a m*rder?

In years, I have never worked
a homicide in Atwater Village.

You know, this is the Mayberry of L.A.

[Chuckles] They don't even
have meter maids here.

- They're called parking
enforcement, Lieutenant. - Okay.

Okay, I'm... I'm sorry.

Uh, why isn't the Northeast
Division handling this?

Yeah, they're in active sh**t
training this morning.

- They haven't even called...
- Oh, ye gods!

Winnie Davis strikes again.
You see, Sykes?

This whole business of who gets
to be the Assistant Chief

is ruining our lives.

- Uh, where the hell do I go?
- Inside.

Oh.

[Radio chatter continues]

Winnie Davis. I should've known.

What the hell is this? AKV Security.

Some security.
Somebody's m*rder*d inside.

Oh.

Hello.

Who's the victim?

Sykes: Uh, Gavin Jacobs, .

Some kind of a one-man geek squad,

fixing people's phones and computers.

You'll see his throat was
initially slashed over here.

Blood on the walls moves
to under the desk,

and then he crawls out
to the living room.

Well, we need to make sure
that all this blood

belongs to our one-man geek squad

and not his k*ller.

How now, Mike Tao?

Many power cords leading nowhere.

Looks like a lot of hardware's missing.

So maybe a robbery gone bad?

Well, there was no sign
of forced entry, but...

Buzz, blinds?

Ah.

These dust patterns suggest
a PC tower over there,

and a -inch MacBook, between
and years old, here.

Really? You can tell the age
and make of a laptop from dust?

The -inch MacBook had a unique shape,

and it was only manufactured
between and .

Buzz has one in his car.
We can verify...

Sorry, uh, I caught a ride
with Julio this morning.

Ah, well, Sanchez is here. Huh.

- Where's Nolan?
- Buzz: Uh, he left a few minutes ago

to go take care of something else.

"Something else"? Isn't this enough?

All right, um, I saw two cameras
outside over the front door.

And this thing... isn't this a camera?

I checked. They're bogus.

They're not connected,
just like this one.

Yeah. I knew it was too good to be true.

All right. Kendall?

Body's in full rigor.

I'd place time of death between
: p.m. and midnight,

- give or take.
- Sir?

Things just got stranger.

[Police radio chatter]

Provenza: Where are we going?

Sanchez: Talk to our prime suspect.

Note the padlock on his door.

Meet the victim's roommate, Jack Cronin.

Called it in.

Lieutenant, I found this wig
in Cronin's bedroom.

- It's a little weird, sir.
- I'll say.

So, uh, what is the story
on this Cronin?

Well, he told officers that
he was getting ready to move

and was out all night
painting his new apartment.

Well... [Chuckles] Convenient.

Came home around : ,
found the body, called - - .

He's been read his rights, sir.

Um, Mr. Cronin?

Lieutenant Provenza.

I'm sorry to pester you
in this difficult time.

You shared this house with the victim?

Not really shared, just renting a room.

Two more days, and I'd have been gone.

Now this.

Yeah. Now this.

Um, growing up, did you use
padlocks on your bedroom doors?

No. The locks went up about a month ago,

when Gavin started, like,
you know, invading my space.

You and Gavin didn't get along?

Not since he started being,
like, a totally paranoid freak.

Sir, did you notice if the alarm
was on when you came home?

Oh, you mean that sign out front?

Gavin stole that.

He said it was just as good
as real security.

Same with the fake cameras.

Now, this, uh...

this wig, does this belong to you, sir?

I mean, leftover from Halloween?

I teach music to sixth graders
at Ramsdell Hall.

They won't allow me to wear
my hair below my collar.

Well, why don't you just
cut it off then?

I play in a rock band. Weekends.

This is... it's my look.

[Police radio chatter]

Okay, sir, we need you to change
out of your clothes,

- put on these shoes and these overalls...
- Oh, man. Is this legal?

...and come downtown with us.

And we need to take the laptop
that we saw in your bedroom...

- No, what? I'm not doing that!
- ...and unlock your cellphone for us.

Hey, I've seen "Law & Order."

You definitely can't come in here

and take my computer and phone
without a warrant.

Ah. Nolan!

[Under breath]
Where the hell have you been?

Getting a warrant for
Mr. Cronin's phone and computer.

Why? You need me?

No.

But if you're doing something
useful, let somebody know.

You're not working alone anymore.

- You have a squad here that you...
- Tao: Holy crap!

♪

[Water draining]

What kind of person
does something like this?!

[Water continues draining]

That is a state-of-the-art
quad-core security gateway,

tossed into a tub of soapy water.

Not to mention three laptops,
a RAID array,

countless numbers of flash drives.

Ruined.

Yeah, that's probably
the victim's cellphone.

Well, at least we know
it wasn't a robbery, right?

Oh, my gosh. Lieutenant, down here.

[Water splashes]

Provenza: Oh...

I believe that we just found
the m*rder w*apon.

♪

Well, nothing's ever %,

but this box cutter is virtually new.

And as Detective Nolan suggested,

very smartly, I think,

consistent with the victim's wounds.

What else do we know about
this w*apon, Wes?

It's a common model, sold in almost

every hardware store in the city.

Doctor, the left side
of the victim's face,

what happened there?

Fracturing of the skull's
sphenoid and parietal bones.

Or, in other words, your
victim's head was smashed in.

Before or after his throat was cut?

After, as he was dying.

Sounds very personal.

Andy, what have you got?

Well, even though
Mr. I-Wear-a-Wig-to-Work

deleted the texts from himself
and the victim on his cell,

he forgot that his phone was
backed up on his computer.

And I get why Wiggy didn't want
anyone to read his messages.

♪

That's... [Scoffs] That's not mine.

Really? The boxes were yours.

And these text messages between
you and the victim,

which you tried to get rid of
after you reported Gavin dead,

these text messages are
definitely yours.

Let me read one to you.

When you wrote, "This time,
you've really gone too far,

you effing bastard,"

what did you mean by that?

Lieutenant, we've checked

Mr. Wigged Out's shirt,
jeans, and shoes.

No blood anywhere.

Well, maybe he changed after the m*rder,

then dumped his clothes someplace.

Set up a grid search
of the neighborhood.

Flynn: Go ahead.

[Sighs deeply] Okay.

Last summer, I went
to Burning Man with my band,

and... I got a little wild.

What do you mean, "a little wild"?

I mean there were pictures taken of me

that could end my teaching career.

Gavin stole them and threatened
to post them online.

Well, why would he want
to thr*aten you like that?

He wanted more money for rent.
But for what I was paying him,

I could, like, live alone.

But if Wigged Out committed the m*rder,

why did he call it in?

Well, he knew that we would
look at him first.

Something else odd.
Your phone was turned off

from : p.m. un
: a.m. this morning.

- Why is that?
- Really?

I left my charger at home. I was
trying to save the battery.

Hey, does this mean I'm not gonna get

my security deposit back?

I was really counting on that cash.

[Click]

Well... [Sighs]

They lived together.
There's not much remorse.

But how did your suspect
k*ll the victim,

cutting his throat,
smashing his head in,

- without getting blood on him?
- Uh... we're working on that.

Flynn: We have text messages

where Cronin threatens to k*ll Gavin.

But what about
the before and after photos

he posted on Instagram at a.m...

- [Snaps fingers]
- showing he'd been painting all night?

Uh, him trying to establish an alibi?

Or, as his defense will say,
like a billion other people,

Cronin just assumes the world
is fascinated

with the minutiae of his everyday life.

Ma'am, Wigged Out could've
k*lled Gavin Jacobs last night,

changed his clothes, left to go paint,

posted his pictures,
came back home, dialed - - .

- Hobbs: Well...
- [Lowered voice] Everything okay?

- ...unless you find some of the blood...
- No. I... I don't...

really know how to talk about it yet.

...great place to buy box cutters...

Did you tell Gus you didn't
wanna move in together?

Yeah, that's what I can't
really talk about.

Or hope he gets freaked out
and spontaneously confesses.

Okay.

How'd it go in the Clean Room, Mike?

Did you find anything useful
in the damaged computers?

Uh, no data recovery yet.

But before he became
a one-man geek squad,

Gavin Jacobs worked
as an independent contractor

for AKV Security.

There was an AKV sign
in front of his house.

And fake cameras.

Yeah, well, he may have been
something of a fraud himself.

I ran the serial numbers on this laptop,

and it came back as stolen

from a house that
our dead computer specialist

helped burglar-proof for AKV Security.

So Jacobs isn't just a m*rder victim.

He was also a thief.

♪

I don't understand it.

I don't drink. I don't smoke.

I haven't had ice cream in six years.

All I ever eat is fish and vegetables.

How did I have a heart att*ck?

Eventually, you will agree
with me it was stress.

Stress? I-I don't ever feel stress.

I mean, where would the stress
come from?

Well, obsessing over what you're
gonna eat could be stressful.

And, uh, I am pretty certain
that when people

move in together, sometimes
there is a little pressure.

- [Door opens, closes]
- Rusty? Dinner's still warm.

Rusty: Thanks. I'm not hungry.

Mm.

[Lowered voice] So, uh...

did you get a chance to say
anything to him yet

- about the Stroh report?
- [Lowered voice] No, no, no.

At this point, it's just conjecture.

You know what? Um, excuse me.

♪

Mm.

[Knocks on door]

What happened with Gus?

What happened? [Inhales deeply]

I gave him all the reasons why
I thought it was a bad idea

for us to move in together.

I'm still in college.
I have law school after that.

It'll probably be years before
I get a real job.

And he broke up with you?

No. He didn't.

He gave me that big smile of his,

like it's always the best day ever,

and he... and he said that his
new promotion would let him pay

for all of our living expenses
and then some.

And you still said no?

Yeah, I did.

And then he broke up with me.

Is there any other reason
why you said no?

- It just doesn't feel right.
- Mm.

Is that a reason? And also,
there's just this...

really loud voice inside my head,

screaming, "Don't do it."

Instinct.

Ask any cop. Sometimes there's a...

A shiver runs up your spine,

and you have to pay attention to that.

But I've never loved anyone
the way that I love Gus.

And the... the idea
of never seeing him again

makes me sick to my stomach, and I...

Which is why, once you've
identified your instinct,

then you've gotta try and figure out

where it came from in the first place

and see if you can better
explain yourself to Gus.

[Cellphone rings]

[Ring]

Yes, Mike.

Sorry to interrupt everyone's evening,

but when they opened up
this computer in the Clean Room,

they found about , things
you should know about.

Well, it's hard to believe

this money doesn't connect
to the m*rder.

Well, if the k*ller knew it was
there, why leave it behind?

Well, we're not gonna find out
from the victim's computer.

Cyber Crime was able to get it
to power on, but it's encrypted,

as are most of these flash drives.

Look at this...
a wireless signal jammer.

This is illegal for any civilian
to own or operate.

A dozen loose keys?

None of which belong
to the victim's house.

Well, surely we can add
some more random items

to this collection...

a ball of string, a bloody kazoo.

How do we connect this money
to our idiot roommate?

Sanchez: Well,
Jacobs repaired computers.

Maybe him and his roommate Wigged Out

were stealing laptops

and cleaning out
their hard drives to sell them.

Or they were partners in an even
bigger cash business like dr*gs.

But all we found at the house
was a single ounce of pot.

And why would Wigged Out k*ll Jacobs

but leave the cash in the bathtub,

if he knew it was there?

Captain, we did find the owner
of this stolen laptop.

A Ms. Kelly Coyle.

Now she agreed, very reluctantly,

to pick up her computer in the morning.

She agreed to come pick up
her stolen property?

And she insists she has no time
to talk about the theft.

Well, we'll see about that.

It's like I said,

I have two hours of film to cut
before an : a.m. mix,

and I'm already behind.

What exactly do you do, Ms. Coyle?

I edit documentaries
and independent features.

Occasionally, I work in unscripted.

"Unscripted"... another term
for "reality television."

Oh, my God.

I went to visit my parents
for the holiday weekend.

And when I came home,
my laptop was missing.

There had been burglaries on my street,

- but I thought my place was safe.
- Why is that?

I just had a wireless alarm
installed by AKV Security.

What was the company's explanation

for the alarm not working, ma'am?

- They labeled it...
- So our victim helped install

Ms. Coyle's burglar alarm.

Is... is that what happened?

And used the wireless jammer and
a key to get past AKV Security.

Andy, please get me AKV on the phone,

and see if their management
would care to talk to us

- about the victim.
- Kelly: apps and change my passwords.

And the best the two
police officers could do

when they took a report was to say,

"Your laptop's probably
already in Mexico."

And then a few days later,
I got an e-mail from someone

claiming they had found
my missing computer

and offering to return it
for a cash reward.

But you didn't take 'em up on it?

I could buy three new laptops
for that amount of money.

If only I could've pressed a button

and blown up he computer
while the guy was holding it.

Have you changed the locks
since the burglary?

I've been meaning to, but no.

Can I borrow your house key, please?

[Sighs]

Mr. Ernst, we matched this key

that we found Gavin Jacobs' house

to a residence where
he had recently installed

one of your alarms.

Now that customer, shortly
afterwards, had a laptop stolen.

We found a lot of other keys
in his house,

and we were wondering if any of
them belonged to the other homes

in which Gavin Jacobs was employed.

We know nothing about these keys.

Okay, Buzz, now you're gonna hear

why they didn't contact the police.

But you let Jacobs go. Why?
Was he terminated for cause?

No. We reached a settlement
with Mr. Jacobs

where we both agreed not to
assume fault or responsibility.

Fault or responsibility for what?

Nothing, really, just...

potential flaws in the installation

of a very few security systems.

And did this settlement include

not informing your affected customers?

So you escaped liability issues.
Is that what we...

Oh, my gosh. They let people get robbed

because they didn't want to be sued?

And Jacobs knew
AKV could be held accountable

for the robberies he'd committed.

So Jacobs forced them
to pay him off and let him go.

He did the same kind of thing
to his roommate

- over the Burning Man photos.
- Man: ...couldn't explain.

No, it made sense for us
to conclude Mr. Jacobs' services

with a settlement that kept
our customers from worrying

about one person's
speculative misbehavior.

Yeah, well, about this
settlement with Mr. Jacobs.

How much money we talking about?

In the neighborhood of $ , .

That's nicer than my neighborhood.

Ernst: And I'd appreciate

you not discussing any of this
with Mr. Jacobs.

Oh. Well, I think we can manage that,

if you will give us a list
of all the customers

whose homes Mr. Jacobs installed in.

It is entirely against
company policy. No.

Fine, we'll just pass to the press

everything we already know about
Gavin's work with AKV.

No, no, no. No, there has to be
some sort of compromise, yes?

There is. You give us the list

of all the homes where Gavin
was employed,

or you expect an avalanche
of subpoenas and search warrants

that'll disrupt your business
for months to come.

- It's your choice.
- [Inhales sharply]

Hey, if Jacobs had the nerve to extort

a national security company
for a settlement...

Then maybe he wasn't just
grabbing people's laptops

and holding them for ransom.

He was taking data from their
computers and blackmailing them?

Yeah. Someone took it very personally.

♪

Provenza: Wow.

I can't tell you how refreshing it is

to see someone actually
writing a letter by hand.

[Chuckles] "Dear Gabe."

Gabe?

As in Gabe Jones, the son of the guy

that we arrested
for k*lling your father?

Actually, yes, Lieutenant.

And I'm also corresponding
with his mother.

And I don't need your input.

Well, here's my two cents...

if you want to lessen
the family's emotional crisis,

you can never go wrong with a gift card.

Sharon: So?

This is it, Captain.

Sykes: Everyone's house Jacobs serviced

as an independent contractor for AKV.

Flynn: Lawyer, actress,
financial advisor.

- It's like a game of Clue.
- Mike, are you any closer

to cracking the victim's
encrypted laptop?

Sorry, Captain.

An -character password means

about . quadrillion combinations.

I called my friends at JPL,

and they're trying
to brute force decrypt it

- with a Cray XE- supercomputer.
- Sharon: Mm.

But even that will take a long time.

Afternoon, all. Where are we?

Well, in addition to the roommate

and a very busy film editor,
we've I.D.'d other people

who may have had motive
for k*lling the victim.

possible suspects?

That's actually better for the
defense than the prosecution.

Well, they are a varied lot.

How many of them have you had
in the hot seat so far?

Just Wigged Out and
our film editor, Kelly Coyle.

Well, she admitted she wanted
to m*rder the guy.

Yes, but she didn't care about
getting her computer back,

so probably not a victim of blackmail.

Hobbs: Let's see how the rest of
these potential suspects pan out

- after they've been fully vetted.
- Fully vetted?

Winnie Davis. I blame her for this.

Before we go to all this trouble,

uh, what about the roommate,
Mr. Wigged Out?

Now he was being blackmailed,

uh, with pictures from... b*rned Up Man.

[Snorts] It's... it's...
it's Burning Man, sir.

Whatever. The guy is in a rock band.

Hobbs: I could maybe justify
arresting the roommate

if he and the victim had been
living together

as romantic partners,

or they had moved in together
and had a bad breakup.

[Under breath] Oh, God.

But they don't appear
to have been boyfriends.

And Wigged Out still has
that really good alibi.

Julio, where are we with
Mr. Cronin right now, anyway?

hours into his -day hold, ma'am.

Provenza: Since he's between residences,

why not just keep him
where he is until tomorrow?

Well, in order to justify that,
Lieutenant,

we need to find out what these people do

and if they've been blackmailed.

I'm a lawyer, but don't
hold that against me, guys.

[Chuckles] Product liability
issues, nothing criminal.

You might recognize me.

I pop up here and there on television.

My current book series for young adults

is called "A World Unraveling."

I represent L.A.'s sixth district.

I'm a point guard.

My card says "private equity
advisor," but I'm also a CPA.

- We consult for non-profits.
- When we're not antiquing.

Mostly, I supervise custom
remodels of private homes.

Pediatrics and adolescent medicine.

My diamonds are conflict-free.
It's important to my clientele.

Did you have any problems

after your security system
was installed?

If having a brand-new computer disappear

is a problem, then yes.

I came in to find all my devices gone.

I wasn't robbed,

but they did take sodas out of
my refrigerator without asking

and they left empty pizza boxes
on my deck.

Someone walked off with my laptop.

...my cellphone, my iPad...

...my PC and about $ in cash.

Robbery? Thank God, no.

Home security's a huge concern for us.

Our collection of Depression Glass...

it's priceless.

Two weeks after I put in the
alarm, my desktop went missing.

Though I could've left
the notebook at my ex's house.

But what are you gonna do? sh*t happens.

- I have my health, right?
- And did you report this theft

to the security company and the LAPD?

You can't file an insurance
claim without a police report.

And I also complained to AKV.

Since a cop hit on me,

I just don't bother
with you guys anymore.

I reported to AKV, the police,
and my brother, the judge,

all of whom told me to get over it.

I yelled at the alarm company.

Did they not tell the police that?

I filed a report with you people,

and then I canceled my contract
with AKV.

I called the cops, and they sent
someone... two days later.

The officer I spoke to at Starbucks

said you guys'd never find
anything, so why call?

I've been robbed before.

The police don't care about
stolen laptops.

After your computer was stolen,

I imagine you purchased a new one?

Yes, I did. Of course. Why?

And do you have a receipt
for this replacement laptop?

I don't care about that paperwork sh*t.

You'd have to ask my business manager.

But I had my patients' records
fully backed up at my office.

So I just transferred them to my new PC.

It was a write-off.

And it's not like they got
the actual rocks, you know?

It's interesting. Uh...

none of your credit cards
reflect a laptop purchase.

You mind if we pop over to your house

and take a look at that
brand-new computer of yours?

[Sighs heavily] I had
pictures on that laptop...

[Voice breaks]
...of my boyfriend and me.

Pictures he promised to give back.

"He"? He the person that was
blackmailing you?

For how much?

$ , . And he told me
if I called the police,

he'd post records proving
my surgery was really a...

a month of cocaine rehab.

And you were worried about this
information becoming public?

[Sighs deeply]

Parents are so overprotective
of kids these days

that hearing their pediatrician

was writing a few
of her own prescriptions

could have ended my whole practice.

So you were lying about selling
conflict-free diamonds?

What do you want from me?

Conflict-free diamonds are a myth.

I wanna charge grand, you wanna pay .

That's a conflict, right?

I put grand in an envelope
under a dumpster.

The next day, my laptop came
back in the mail.

I did look around
for the son of a bitch,

but I didn't see anyone.

Is this the person who installed
your security system?

No. I never make eye contact
with people like this.

Yeah, that's his weird-ass face. Uh-huh.

Yes, it is.

I don't have any idea.
It was so long ago.

Of course, if you'd k*lled
your blackmailer,

you'd also deny knowing him.

But $ , from the AKV settlement,

another grand from extortions?

Still doesn't add up to what
Gavin was hiding.

Even if he kept
the entire amount in cash,

we'd still be short about $ , .

[Door opens]

Captain, we cracked the passcode
on the victim's laptop.

Oh. And I just want to say...

prepare yourselves.

♪

[Telephone rings in distance]

Now we know why all the extra
effort to protect his files.

Oh, my God.

How old are these girls?

? ?

Ye gods.

♪

Stop. Stop, Mike. I've had enough.

Gavin has a ton of this stuff
on his hard drive.

Hobbs: Okay, first, we should make sure

that neither the victim nor his roommate

is depicted in any
of these videos or photos.

Or their clothes or furniture.

Mike, call the FBI,
tell them what we've got here,

and see if they can help us clarify

- where these pictures come from.
- Right.

Did all this stuff belong to the victim,

or someone he was blackmailing?

That's what we're going to have
to try and find out.

Hmm. Human beings.

What a species, huh?

♪

Flynn: I don't envy you.

Yeah. All right.

Well, thanks, Mike.
I'll see you tomorrow.

[Cellphone beeps] That's Tao.

He's sitting with the FBI task force,

combing through their database
for similar material,

and they're only halfway done.

So far, no furniture or clothing

that match anything belonging
to Jacobs or Wigged Out.

Could someone have k*lled the victim

for collecting child p*rn?

Most likely, Gavin found it

on one of the computers he stole

and is extorting the owner
for large sums of money.

Just possessing that kind of trash,

you could end your life in prison.

Okay, well, don't... don't get me wrong.

Those... pictures and those videos,

they're beyond disgusting, obviously.

But if the suspect didn't make them...

No, no, no. It... it...
it doesn't work that way.

Trading in kiddie p*rn creates
a market to abuse more children.

And the problems don't end
with molestation.

Sexually assaulted children

usually take years to
process the experience.

And then the trauma can be
triggered again

by situations that, emotionally,
they feel as similar.

- Emotionally similar.
- Yeah.

Tao: Some of the photos and
videos are over a decade old.

The FBI just confirmed
that the photographs and videos

all originated from multiple locations

and have been actively traded
for at least five years

by a child p*rn ring.

So we can feel confident
that Gavin Jacobs,

or someone he blackmailed,
did not create any of those images.

Well, they collected them,
though, ma'am.

And Wigged Out teaches sixth grade.

Yeah, but why did Wigged Out
leave all that money behind?

Okay, let's say that you have
child p*rn

on your laptop,
and your computer gets stolen.

Do you then report that theft?

I'm thinking not.

Well, three people said
they weren't burglarized...

the author and the couple
with the glass collection.

Yeah, it's hard to prove
that they were robbed

if they won't admit it.

All the people who lost their
computers replaced them.

But if someone bought, say,
a new laptop and didn't tell us,

chances are they were robbed.

I don't think I'll need a lawyer.

I am on an incredibly tight
deadline, though.

Oh, we understand deadlines, Mr. Lewis.

Um, this shouldn't take long.

Yesterday you told us
your home was not robbed.

Yes, that's true.

Well, could you explain this,
uh, purchase,

two weeks after

your AKV home security system
was installed?

Yes. I bought a new laptop computer.

Why?

Well, because it was old.

I couldn't even update
the operating system anymore,

so I-I went and got a new one.

- And yet...
- [Paper rustles]

You de-authorized the software
on your old MacBook

two days prior to your purchase.

Yes. Uh, it was because I was
running out to get the new one.

And then I had some car trouble.
Nothing unusual there.

Can you explain these many
cash withdrawals that you made

from your checking account
over the last six months?

And each just under
the Federal reporting limit?

Withdrawn in person, at your bank.

♪

Okay, listen, I haven't been

completely honest with you, all right?

I... [Inhales deeply]

My laptop was stolen,

and the thief, he demanded a ransom.

And I know that by paying that
ransom, I committed a crime.

I didn't want to say that.

I'm sorry.

But your computer was returned?

Yes. Finally. Yes, it was.

Okay, Mr. Lewis, I want you
to listen to me very carefully.

While you're sitting here
talking with us,

at this moment,

we are executing
a search warrant on your home.

And we're looking for your old MacBook,

which you paid someone to give back.

Sharon: And even if you deleted
the photos and videos

from that laptop, we'll find them.

Hold... Wait a minute now.

I think you have the wrong idea
about me. There's...

Dean, do you know what they do
to child molesters in prison?

- I never touched any children!
- [Pounds tabletop]

[Panting]

I swear, okay.

Now I had nothing to do with
those pictures. I didn't...

[Panting] I swear.

I didn't take those photographs.

Everything that was on my
computer, that stuff, I...

I found. I just found.

It was posted on the web.

- It was posted on the Internet.
- Right, he just happened

to stumble across
molestation photos online.

Yeah, while booking a trip to Thailand.

Did you pay the person
who posted this garbage

so that you could own it yourself?

And then maybe trade the images
with other perverts?

Sharon: Regardless of how
you organized your collection,

someone stole it, and you were paying

huge sums of money to have it returned.

But you didn't get it back
right away, did you?

No, no, no, 'cause Jacobs wanted
more money.

And you paid it, didn't you?

Because what is the author
of young adult novels to do?

Sharon: My guess is that you made

a detailed arrangement of some
kind for a final payment.

Yeah, you demanded to see your computer

before you would cough up
any more money.

Is that it, Dean?

When Gavin Jacobs had his throat
cut with a box cutter,

your laptop was out on his desk.

And whoever grabbed it, they
didn't dump it in the bathtub

with the other computer stuff.

No, not your laptop.

They walked away with it. Now...

who would have done that, Dean?

Provenza: Did you take the laptop

home with you after the m*rder?

Are you sure that you got rid
of all the blood that was on it?

Sharon: And off your clothes,
out of your car?

Look...

Look, I think I'd like to talk
to my attorney now.

Sharon: Mm.

Well, that may be your only hope.

[Door opens]

No way does that guy get a deal.

Julio, this isn't just about
putting one guy away for m*rder.

Any deal will include his help
in breaking up

the child p*rn ring
circulating this filth.

But, Lewis, he can't get less
than -to-life, right?

First, let's just see what comes back

from the search of his house.

Tao: Blood, blood, and more blood...

in your car, on clothes we found
in the trash near your house,

even blood in the drains of your shower,

where I assume
you cleaned up afterwards.

So what? Everything you've
told me so far

sounds like my client must have
been acting in self-defense.

Nolan: Well, along with a lot
of computers and flash drives,

we found this brand-new box cutter

- in a bathtub of soapy water.
- The roommate was moving.

My client grabbed
the only w*apon in the vicinity

to protect his life.

We also have this receipt
from an online hardware store

for a box cutter exactly like that one

delivered to Dean's home address.

Looks like intent to me.

So before the DNA evidence comes back,

I'll give you two options

that will let us settle this mess today,

but they're dependant on establishing

Mr. Lewis did not personally
exploit any children.

- I did not molest anybody.
- Dean...

- No, I'm the victim here.
- Just stop.

- I was molested as a kid.
- Dean, hold on.

I didn't know how to talk
to anybody about it.

Dean, hold on.

- I-I tried to keep this
secret, but... - Okay.

How do you tell someone that
you've been sexually abused?

Just stop.

I've been keeping this in my whole life

because nobody wants to listen!

- This is not the issue.
- See? You see?

Try bringing it up.
This is what happens.

Dean, there are
many different professionals

who could help you with all this,

but the D.A. is not one of them.

Okay?

Andrea, you said there were
two options. Let's hear 'em.

Option one... Mr. Lewis reveals
exactly how he collected

these horrific photos and videos.

Who he came into contact with,
how they communicated,

every single detail.

We want names, and I mean a lot of them.

Right. And the second option is?

We arrest your client
for first-degree m*rder.

And we put this to a jury.

No, pass.

Pass on your way to death row, assh*le.

Provenza: Hey, just hold on.

We have one other point to make
with our trash collector here,

and I bet it works.

And if we accept neither?

Best of luck at trial, Gilman.

I cannot wait for my opening argument.

You don't have
a very sympathetic victim.

We thought you might say that.

So since you brought up sympathy,

your client should know
that there are limits

to how well prison guards
can protect child molesters.

Sykes: Entering a correctional facility

as someone who kept sexually
explicit images of children?

Certainly not something I'd want to do.

Are we... are we blackmailing him?

Ironic.

But with Mr. Lewis,
it seems to be effective.

If we accept the first option,
you'll take

the child p*rn charges
off the table?

Yes, if, as stated previously,

your client gives up the other members

of this child p*rn ring

and accepts years to life
for the m*rder of Gavin Jacobs.

What? No, that's... that's no deal.

- No. You'll have to do better.
- Oh, we can do better.

We can allow the jury to examine
your gallery of molested girls

while they deliberate whether
to give you life without parole.

I wouldn't underestimate the impact

these photos and videos
will have on parents.

Mr. Gilman, maybe you should
look at the evidence,

judge for yourself how
impartial finders of fact

will respond to your client.

Tao: I'm gonna push "play."

You raise your hand
when you've seen enough.

♪

I have some movement.

[Closes laptop]

We agree to cooperate.

- But I...
- Or you get another lawyer.

Take a second. Think about it.

How many more people do you
need to see this crap?

[Crying]

But I was molested, too.

I didn't know how to talk about it.

Yeah, well, don't start now,

because where you're going,

you're gonna need
to keep your mouth shut.

You guarantee you can bury
my client's association

with these... materials?

They won't show up anywhere
on his record?

If he gives me names.

He absolutely has to give me names

of everyone in this child p*rn ring.

Bring me the paperwork.

Let's see if we can
wrap this up by tonight.

I don't wanna hear any more of this.

Well, no one wants you in there
with the guy anyway.

Flynn: Yeah, you can help
Provenza and me file the report.

It'll take hours.

- And that means you're free to go.
- [Door closes]

Andrea won't need you anymore tonight.

Well, I might as well wait for you.

Um, I don't really have
anywhere else to be.

I wonder if that's true.

[Door closes]

♪

[Sighs]

[Sighs]

Is there somewhere we could talk?

[Sighs]

[Sighs] Okay, okay. Um...

[Inhales deeply, exhales sharply]

Look, I...

I know you think that I don't love you,

but I do.

Yeah, just not enough to live with me.

Gus... I get it.

Gus, please, listen.

I am a student working as an intern.

All of the money that I have
comes from my mom.

I said that I don't care about that.

I said that I'd pay
for everything. Come on.

No. No, I care, Gus. I do care.

Okay? I spent two years of my life...

letting other guys pay for everything.

And... and maybe that's
made me difficult.

Or... or...

hard to get along with.

And maybe you should break up with me.

Maybe I'm not worth
all that extra bullshit.

But if I am ever gonna feel
good about myself,

I need to be able to pay my own way.

Or, at least, my half.

Why didn't you say all this
to begin with?

I didn't know.

Or... or...

or I didn't have the words.

Come on. I get a drink
at the end of my shift.

Let's, just, uh, sit down
and discuss all this.

Then, um...

we're not breaking up?

No.

No, I mean...

I mean, it blows that we have
to deal with this.

But I miss you so bad.

[Chair scrapes floor]

You know, sometimes, I think
the well is so deep around here

that human beings can never
touch bottom.

This place is more about justice
than about hope.

Mm. Hey, Lance Armstrong.

What's with the bike.
You got car trouble?

No, um, Lieutenant, I-I sold my Prius.

Sold... Why?

The insurance went up.

I'm trying to reduce
my carbon footprint a little.

Julio can pick me up most days.
And, uh, there's the Metro.

I see.

Does the Metro run all the way
to the home of Bill Jones?

See you tomorrow, Lieutenant.
Good night.

Sir, he's helping
a couple of needy kids.

He doesn't need to tell us
everything, you know?

- Yeah.
- Flynn: Well?

Oh. [Sighs] to life, as offered,

but it's taking a while.

He's trying to write out
his statement of facts,

but he keeps starting over.

Well, that's the curse of having
a novelist as a defendant.

"My m*rder," by Dean Lewis.

"Chapter One... To begin,

I was molested..."

to life, ma'am?

In exchange for names,
e-mail accounts, phone numbers,

and I.P. addresses that the FBI
will then follow up on.

Those people could lead
to a thousand more.

Yeah, we've gotta grab these
opportunities when they occur.

Anyway, we're almost done. [Sighs]

So... get ready
to transfer him to County.

See? The deal was well worth it.

But a thousand more people
like Dean Lewis?

Yeah. I don't know whether
to be encouraged or...

nauseated.

[Binder rings snap]

Nothing says we can't be both, sir.