06x08 - Conspiracy Theory: Part 3

[bunniefuu]

Previously on "Major Crimes"...

Last night, while traveling home
from a work session,

my mother, Bonnie Pearl,
was assassinated in her car.

Mini-Pearl... I mean, Stan...
is Bonnie's sole heir.

Come on. Of course you have
other suspects.

Craig Curtis is the one
you should be investigating.

CURTIS: We have a new location
opening in Hollywood tonight.

Consider yourselves invited.

For the past month,
there have been dozens

of incoming calls about Tackles

designated by the cities
"Burbank/Dallas SA"

with no phone numbers listed.

I think we found our Dallas.
And her name is Vanessa.

Another dead woman with links to Tackles.

This is a map
of all Tackles locations.

Bonnie traveled
to every one of these cities.

There is a San Diego/Miami SA,

an Indianapolis/Tampa SA,
and a Las Vegas/Atlanta SA.

"S.A." doesn't stand
for "settlement agreement."

It stands for "sexual as*ault."

I can't say this is
the start of a pattern,

but back when he was playing
football in college,

a cheerleader named Natalie Reed
accused Curtis

and four of his fellow teammates
of g*ng r*pe.

I never r*ped anyone in my life!

And I didn't k*ll Vanessa, either.

You know, I do have an alibi
for that day.

Ask Bill Landon. He'll back me up.

I've been so happy in my life,

but walking through that door to see

yet another doctor
could change everything.

Not everything.

[PRINTER WHIRRING]

♪♪

[MRI MACHINE WHIRRING]

[WHIRRING CONTINUES]

♪♪

[INDISTINCT ANNOUNCEMENT
OVER P.A. SYSTEM]

[KNOCK ON DOOR, DOOR OPENS]

- DR. TORRES: Hey.
- [DOOR CLOSES]

Well, the great thing here is

that we know a whole lot more

than Dr. Jacobs discovered
after your visit to the E.R.

Your cardiomyopathy is slightly
worse than initially thought,

so we're gonna do two things right away

to change the dynamic here

while we wait to see
whether or not it resolves.

Oh, my God. That sounds terrible.

No, no, no.

Terrible would be your wife

having to stop work and move
into the transplant ward.

We're not there.

But we're also not waiting
for that to happen.

There is a good chance

we can arrest and control the problem

with drug therapies.

But I'd also want to implant

a defibrillator pacemaker
with wireless capability

so I can monitor what's going on.

A defibrillator pacemaker?

Yes. It's a miniature
paddle system on your heart.

The surgery is very simple,

and if you have another infarction,

the defib will shock your heart
back into a proper rhythm.

Also, the monitor lets us keep track

of any developing issues.

Okay, so, could I have
that surgery next Friday?

I'm in the middle of a case...

Actually, I was thinking
we'd do it right now.

- Now?
- Mm-hmm. This minute.

You have something better to do
than maybe save your life?

[P.A. SYSTEM BEEPS]

So, this doodad here
interfaces with your smartphone,

Bluetooths your cardio-data to the cloud.

minutes from now,
when I finish the procedure,

you've got a cardiologist
in the palm of your hand.

Is there anything else I should know?

Yes.

I'm changing your status
on the heart-transplant list

so you're a bigger priority.

Is that really necessary?

I certainly hope not.

Let's get you through this procedure,

- all right?
- Okay.

[MONITOR BEEPING STEADILY]

♪♪

[CURTAIN CLOSES]

DR. TORRES: While your wife
puts her clothes back on,

I have some things you should remember.

I've told her this, too.

No stairs. No lifting anything heavy.

No running,
walking really fast, or jumping.

No stairs, again.

And I'm sorry to tell you this

because I don't want to get arrested,

but no sex for the next week.

- Period.
- No problem, Doc.

And no stairs. Knock, knock.

SHARON: We should concentrate,
too, on identifying

all former Tackles employees

who were victims of sexual as*ault.

I don't want to find any more young women

paralyzed by stun g*ns or
suffocated with plastic bags.

Um, one... one second, Dr. Torres.

Just... Just one more second.
Go ahead, Lieutenant.

PROVENZA: Okay.

So, we've cross-checked all the names

attached to the lawsuit
around the country.

We asked as delicately
as we could about r*pe.

Not one of the girls would admit
to being assaulted.

And I do not want to get a warrant

to search the Tackles locations
in Indianapolis, San Diego,

and Las Vegas because
it may alert our k*ller

as to our progress.

And, um, how are you doing, by the way?

You have a lot of people here
who are worried about you.

Oh, I am fine, lieutenant.

It was a simple, little
outpatient procedure.

I'm done. I'll be back at work...

Tomorrow. Today, you're going home,

and we're making sure
the monitoring system

is connecting properly to the cloud.

Monitoring system?

Oh, no. It's nothing unusual, Lieutenant.

Simply a precautionary measure.

So, Bonnie flew all over this country

to all the other Tackles restaurants

hunting for r*pe victims.

I cannot believe that her son knew

absolutely nothing about this.

Okay, okay.

Well, then, we'll give
Stan Pearl another go.

You know, you and I have got
to find the time

to talk through these health issues.

I have got to know more
about what's going on with you.

Actually, Lieutenant, so do I.

But in the meantime, focus on Stan.

Yeah. Yeah, he, uh...
he might be hiding something.

More r*pe victims? From Tackles?

Wh... Who? When?

Come on!

Don't pretend you don't know.

Please don't yell at me!

I've already told you, my heart
is with the r*pe victims.

Plus, I'm practically
disabled with grief.

My mother just d*ed.

Yeah, mine too.

And she didn't leave me millions
of dollars in real estate.

We need some names. Now.

Your mom flew all over the place

to talk to women who might have been

sexually assaulted
while working at Tackles.

And you... you expect us to believe

that you didn't know anything?

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. Hold on.

How many girls were r*ped?

Do you know who r*ped them?

Was it someone rich?

Was it?

I-If... If it was someone rich,
this could be huge.

Like, multimillion-dollar lawsuit huge.

His heart's with the victims, all right.

Yeah, right next to his wallet.

...or from a wealthy family?

Well, of course the r*pist was loaded!

- Otherwise, Mom would have...
- If he has a brain at all,

something's about to dawn on him.

Oh, no.

Wait.

Does this mean

the wrongful termination
suit against Tackles

goes on ice until...

Criminal prosecutions come first.

Can't you hold on a minute?

How... How close are you
to making an arrest?

I'm ready now. You have
the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will
be used against you.

What? Again?! You think I'm a r*pist?!

What do you want from me?

The real names of these A.K.A.s
your mom visited

in Indianapolis, San Diego,
and Las Vegas.

I'm only just now hearing
about them, these women.

- Uh, W-W-What?
- Sir, turn around, please,

Okay, wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait, wait.

Just breathe, huh?
Everybody just breathe.

Your mother's not breathing.

Okay. Fine. Fine.

If you bring me her briefcase,

there is a-a secret compartment in it.

It's one of the places where she kept,

mm, private information.

Where would we find this briefcase?

She had it on her the night she was sh*t.

You'd have picked it up
with her personal effects.

No, there was no briefcase
in the car when I got there.

It must have been stolen
along with her purse.

PAIGE: So the k*ller might already know

the names of the young women
Bonnie talked to.

And we could be too late.

Could you just all hang on for
a second and let's listen?

You didn't tell us anything

about the secret compartment

in this briefcase before.

Did you think that we would
return it to you

without finding it?

- Is that it?
- No!

No! No. Why would you ever think that?

You said your mom's briefcase

was one place she kept her private notes.

I did?

Where was the other?

[INHALES SHARPLY]

- [HANDCUFFS CLICK]
- Facebook.

[CLEARS THROAT] On Facebook.

In her Messenger section.

I will give you the password to open it.

God! [SIGHS]

BUZZ: Bonnie sent witnesses'
and clients' phone numbers

from her personal page
to her professional account,

so they're in two places.

The young woman Bonnie found
in Indianapolis,

that cellphone number
was a burner, and it's finished.

No answer.

The Las Vegas phone number
belongs to a Makisha Selby.

It's been disconnected for two months.

It's part of a family plan.

Do... Do you want me to call them, sir?

Yeah. Uh, first, get a warrant.

Oh, I have a very good contact
at the LVMP.

I'll check with her.

I just hung up with Miss San Diego.

Or she hung up on me.

Name, Shelly Coyne... C-O-Y-N-E.

She didn't deny being r*ped,
but she made it clear

she wants nothing to do with
our investigation, Lieutenant.

San Diego. Only two hours away by car.

Okay.

I'll authorize a drive
to chat with Miss San Diego.

She may not want to cooperate,
but she could name her r*pist.

All right, Cami, Nolan,

while we try to locate these other women,

take a trip to the beach
and find Shelly Coyne.

And do it before the k*ller does.

Yes, sir. Where is she, Buzz?

Right here. Very near the ocean.

[COMPUTER BEEPS]

♪♪

Beach access. Cool all summer.
Gorgeous views.

How does a former cocktail waitress

from a bikini bar afford all this?

Maybe her daddy's rich.

Sugar daddy.

Hey, if she's here and she cooperates,
we can call it in,

drive down the shore
to this little place I know

that serves the best
fish tacos on the planet.

- Oh.
- [DOORBELL RINGS]

How expensive is it?

- My treat.
- Mm, no.

We split. Half and half.

Nothing even resembling
dating on the job.

Let's keep this professional, please.

Okay.

You know, Amy lives
with an SIS lieutenant.

Boss and Flynn just tied the knot.

Your hero, Lieutenant Provenza,

he married a witness he met on the job.

- [CAR DOOR OPENS, CLOSES]
- So, obviously, "keeping it professional"

- is a relative term...
- Heads up.

Here she comes.

How does she afford that car?

Shelly Coyne?

Yeah? What? I'm kind of busy.

I'm Detective Paige,
and this is Detective Nolan.

I spoke to you on the phone this morning.

Uh-huh.

And I told you I didn't want
to talk about nothing.

Hi, Detective Nolan. Got a first name?

Wes. It's nice to meet you.

We just have a very few things
we need to ask you.

It won't take long.

- Mm. They're probably hard questions.
- Hmm.

What happens if I don't know the answers?

You gonna handcuff me and haul me away?

- No.
- [CHUCKLES] [GIGGLES]

But you can re-take the quiz
until you make a perfect score.

Well, not now.

I've got an appointment,
and I need to shower.

But maybe come back a little later?

- Uh...
- Okay.

Excuse me, Shelly.

Were you r*ped by Craig Curtis?

♪♪

Who told you that bullshit?

No. Forget it. I don't care.

Because I never said
a bad word about Craig.

Why'd you quit Tackles, then?

Because I wanted to do
something else with my life.

Like what?

I'm self-employed.

In about minutes.

Did you ever talk to a lawyer
named Bonnie Pearl?

Yeah. And I will tell you
what I told her.

I don't want to press charges.
I don't want to sue.

I just want to forget that it happened.

Bonnie Pearl won't
be pestering you anymore.

Someone sh*t her.

That's another young lady who was r*ped

and never talked to us.

She didn't end up
looking so good, either.

Yeah, well, um... whoever this is,

she didn't know how to play the game.

What game?

That's all ya get.

I'm on a tight schedule,

and you two, you're holding me back.

- Here, take my card.
- Shove your card.

Look, take mine, then.

We want to help you.

Think about it, Shelly.

♪♪

[DOOR CLOSES]

Now what?

PAIGE: I think we call it in.

Find out where the money for this
condo and the BMW came from.

- [CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS]
- And then we have the lieutenant

get a warrant for Shelly's phone.

- [CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS]
- Yeah. We got to follow her, too.

Of course you want to follow her.

Yes, I do,

I mean, if we're keeping
this professional,

because the only other
woman we've identified

like Shelly Coyne ended up dead.

Oh.

Good point. Good point.

♪♪

RUSTY: So, this is a photo of a guy

running a red light in Palm Springs.

He's the right age, but he has a beard.

It could be Stroh.
This just isn't a great image.

SHARON: The PSPD issued
a ticket, correct?

Yeah, to an English kid
who rented the car

with a fake I.D.
and someone else's credit card.

The FBI's investigating, but Hobbs says

that their facial-recognition software

probably can't get a positive
I.D. off of that photo.

Besides which, how does
being in Palm Springs

fit with Stroh's pattern?

Unless he's just crazy
and maybe there is no pattern.

Maybe these are all just
people who pissed him off.

Everyone makes Stroh angry.

Here's the real question...
what if his pattern

goes back further than we think?

When he graduated law school,

Stroh had no offers
from Los Angeles firms.

He had no love interest.

He had no friend with whom to partner.

So why did he set up shop in L.A.?

Knowing why Stroh came here
in the first place

could be key to knowing
why he's coming back.

L.A. has a lot of sex offenders,
which is his specialty.

And a lot of attractive women.

Yes. And they can be easy prey.

♪♪

Hearing about Vanessa's death
didn't make Shelly cooperative,

so just to be sure she wasn't in danger,

we followed her to five
different locations last night.

NOLAN: Visiting several wealthy men,

none of whom seemed related to Tackles,

for about an hour each.

Two were more like minutes.

All right, I get it. I get it.

She got home when?

: a.m. Lights out at : .

What about her cellphone
and the BMW dealership?

The guy who sold her the car
said she paid cash.

And she paid in full for her
condo with a cashier's check.

I'm looking through
Craig Curtis' financials.

Nothing seems out of the ordinary

in his personal accounts anywhere near

the dates of purchase
for the car or the condo.

BUZZ: But in reserve detective
training, they say it's easy

to hide income and cash payouts
in restaurants.

When will it end? When?

Especially if they have a bar.

SANCHEZ: Oh, talking about bar owners,

here's something interesting.

You guys caught up with Shelly

a little bit before : p.m. yesterday,

and phone records show,
right after that, she called...

Hey! Hey, welcome back.

Hello, everyone.

Good work identifying Miss San Diego.

Hi. I didn't expect to see you so soon.

Well, you know, it was just
a day of doctor's appointments

and a -minute outpatient procedure.

- That's all.
- Well, you certainly look...

FLYNN: Pale, stressed,

and like she ought to take
another month off.

Actually, I was going to say
much, much better, Andy.

Thank you, Lieutenant.
I feel much better.

Julio, you were just about to mention

who Shelly rang up after
she spoke to Paige and Wes.

Oh, uh, first call was to Craig Curtis.

: p.m., ma'am.

PROVENZA: Well, doesn't make sense.

She hears that another

sexual-as*ault victim was m*rder*d,

and then she calls her r*pist?

PAIGE: Well, she's interested
in money, too, Lieutenant,

and not overly concerned
with how she makes it.

You mean she's trying to
blackmail the guy who r*ped her?

It certainly looks like it.

Well, that's kind of a dangerous way

to increase your income.

Listen, I know you two are tired,

but we're going to need you
to keep an eye on Shelly

while we find these other victims.

We'll do what we can, Commander.

Thank you, Wes.

We'll keep in close contact with Shelly.

He means it.

So, what progress have we made

with the other two
sexual-as*ault victims?

Bonnie Pearl phoned Makisha Selby,

A.K.A. Miss Las Vegas,
almost a dozen times.

But Makisha's cell
was disconnected two months ago.

Uh, we tried talking
to her parents, ma'am,

because Makisha's phone is part
of their family plan,

but her dad said they had
no idea where she was,

yelled do not bother them again,
and then he hung up on me.

So no one reported Makisha missing?

'Scuse me, si... Oh. Commander.

Good to see you here.

Thank you.

Uh, Sanchez, there's a phone
call for you in my office.

A Detective Linda Chavez from
the Las Vegas Sex Crimes Unit?

No idea how she got my direct line,

but she said it's regarding
the Tackles case.

Commander, would you like to join us?

I would. Thank you.

Lieutenant Flynn, this way.

♪♪

I want to know what the hell
is going on with your wife.

♪♪

LINDA: Julio, you dirty dog.

I know we say what happens
in Vegas stays in Vegas,

- but you left way too soon for me.
- Uh, uh, uh...

I couldn't believe
you were gone when I woke up.

- Linda... Linda, you should be aware...
- I mean, I know you needed

to catch an early flight,

but I would have taken you
to the airport.

- Hey, you still single?
- Uh...

And when are you coming back?

I really missed you

- at the homicide convention in May.
- L-L-Linda,

you should stop for a moment.

- What?
- Y-You're on speaker phone

in my Assistant Chief's office,
and he's hearing you.

And so is my boss.

Uh, I-I called the number on your card.

No, no. Remember?

I-I-I borrowed my old
Chief's card because I'd run out.

My number's on the back.
Flip it over. You'll see it.

Oh. You're right.

Yeah, uh, I should, uh...

As fascinating as all this is,
Detective Chavez,

I assume you called Julio
for a work-related reason?

Yes, sir, I did.

And you have a beautiful voice,
by the way.

Julio, uh, left a message last night

about a woman involved
in your Tackles case

named Makisha Selby,

saying she was a person of interest.

She may be more than that.

Linda, this is Commander Sharon Raydor.

Do you know Makisha?

Metro's had her in custody
for -plus days on a drug beef.

-plus days.

That could explain why her parents

disconnected her cell, ma'am.

Detective Chavez, we need Metro
to drop the drug charges

and allow us to bring Makisha to L.A.

- Yeah, no way.
- Uh, what do you mean, no way?

It's felony possession. Meth, coke, "X."

I mean, Makisha had
a pharmacy in her purse,

and she was a little out of
her head when we arrested her.

Come on, Linda.
Dope versus m*rder and r*pe?

The scales tip our way.

Well, it costs money to bring
suspects to Los Angeles,

and, uh, I'm supposed
to be walking the boulevard

for the next few hours.

We'll pay to fly Makisha out.

Well, I'd have to come with her.

Not dropping charges till
we know she's gonna be helpful.

Fair enough.

Great. Uh, um...

- I-I cannot wait to see you again.
- LINDA: Same here.

Um, now can you take me
off speaker phone, please?

Um, you're... you're clear.

Oh. Uh-huh. Uh, yeah. M-Me, too.

Um, have a safe flight.

Uh, do... do you think
you could end your shift early?

And wh-when do you think
you would get here?

[ELEVATOR BELL DINGS]

Detective Linda Chavez,
meet Detective Amy Sykes.

Thanks for the welcoming committee.

Makisha, want to say hello
to the nice detectives?

I hate the police.

I am sorry to hear that.

- All you do is lie to me.
- SANCHEZ: Well, you be honest with us,

- and we'll be truthful with you.
- [ DOOR CLOSES]

You help us, we'll get the Las Vegas cops

to drop all of your drug charges.

Oh, yeah? Then what?

Am I supposed to trust you? Is that it?

Because I'm not big on trust
anymore, just so you know.

Is that because
you were sexually assaulted

- a few months ago?
- [SIGHS]

God, you sound just like
that rich lawyer lady

that came to see me in jail.

I wasn't assaulted.

I was r*ped.

Is that what you want to know about?

Did this r*pe occur while you were
employed by Tackles restaurant?

Yeah.

And this lawyer you say came to see you,

was she named Bonnie Pearl?

Yes.

♪♪

Do you know the man who r*ped you?

- Mm-hmm.
- Can you tell us his name?

I told the police in Vegas.
That's how I got arrested.

Excuse me?

Makisha dropped
into Downtown Area Command

claiming she was r*ped.

But she was so completely stoned,

no one could really understand
much of what she was saying.

And when we searched her purse,

it was as loaded up
with dr*gs as she was.

And right after he finished...
I mean right after...

I got myself in a cab,

I got to a police station,
and I told them I'd been r*ped.

What happened? I got arrested.

Oh, my gosh.

No wonder she hates the police.

So I ain't telling nobody

nothing else about it without a lawyer.

Okay.

Yeah. But while we wait,

can't you give us the name
of the guy who r*ped you?

I promise, Makisha, we are listening.

Yeah, you listening.

And so am I...
for the voice of my lawyer.

♪♪

My God. Someone get her
a public defender.

Detective Chavez, I'd like to speak

with your commanding officer
and a Vegas D.A.

PROVENZA: Um, Andy...

Andy, after she gets
off the phone with Vegas,

you've got to take her home
for the night.

And tomorrow, she and I need
to talk about her health issues.

Right. Right.

♪♪

We can't offer Makisha immunity
in California

for a crime she committed in Nevada.

My boss offered to drop cha...

All charges pending an identification

that stands up in court.

Makisha's attorney has told me
that's a non-starter.

You drop the charges first,
then she talks.

Look, we... we all know
that Craig Curtis is the r*pist.

We just need Makisha to say it,

and we'll be done.

We will not be done.

One of our r*pe victims is dead

and never reported her as*ault.

Another won't talk to us.

Maybe you have a potential
victim in Indianapolis,

but you haven't found her yet.

And even if you do,
that's a crime in Indiana.

So, right now, Makisha's
uncorroborated testimony

will end up being
a "he said/she said" situation

in a Nevada courtroom.

SHARON: But if she gives us a name

that we can follow up on,

it might be able to confirm

the California part of the crime.

And if we just look the other
way on the pharmacy in her purse

and it turns out she's lying?

Then one out of another
million drug users

doesn't end up in jail.

We'll survive.

Come on, Linda. We need this.

[SIGHS]

Okay, Julio. Then you owe me a dinner.

Yeah? Great.

A reminder, what happens
in Vegas gets tried in Vegas.

And r*pe in Nevada doesn't
buy you m*rder in California.

- Hmm.
- Hmm.

Lieutenant.

I know Andy talked to you
yesterday about my situation.

Cardiomyopathy.

Not getting better.

Higher priority on the transplant list.

Commander, I-I have justifiable concerns

regarding your fitness for duty.

And I'm worried that your presence here

constitutes an unwarranted
risk to your life.

We risk our lives every day, Lieutenant.

Yes, but to take unnecessary
risk is against the rules.

Mm.

[VOICE BREAKING] To hell
with all that, Sharon.

♪♪

I just [CLEARS THROAT]
want you to get better.

Take a leave of absence.

Go home for a month and just sit down.

Lieutenant,

people with these issues

often continue to work for years,

and that's exactly what
I intend to do right now.

Okay?

MAKISHA: I did everything right.

I went to the police.

I tried to report what happened to me.

You were stoned.

Because he drugged me.

You also had dr*gs in your purse.

Hey, you try putting on a skimpy outfit

and serving drinks to fat,
grabby tourists

who touch you any way you want.

Yeah, you try doing that sober.

Let me know how it works out.

Miss Selby's drug charges
are off the table.

When she I.D.s her r*pist.

He's rich. He's famous.

He'll just get away with it
no matter what.

There are two murders
connected to this case,

so no, Makisha,
he won't get away with it.

But you have to say his name.

You're not the first woman
he's done this to.

Look what happened to her.

♪♪

She was r*ped and m*rder*d?

We think maybe your old boss offed her

because she threatened to sue
him over her sexual as*ault.

My old boss?

You mean Craig?

Oh, no. Cr... Craig didn't r*pe me.

He just set me up.

Said he...

He said he noticed I had been down.

Gave me a free ticket to...

♪♪

...Landon's Vegas seminar.

Craig said Landon's methods might help me

like it helped him.

I mean, people pay
$ , for that ticket,

so I went.

Listened to Landon pacing
around with his microphone.

It was emotional.

Some of the people there

seemed like their whole lives
had changed.

Afterwards, he, uh... he came up to me

and asked me why I'd been so quiet.

And I told him... [SIGHS]

[VOICE BREAKING] You know, I was just...

trying to take it all in.

And then...

♪♪

[SOBS]

I-I can tell you the rest.

Sorry, Roland. She has to say it.

♪♪

And then the son of a bitch

drugged me, tied me up, gagged me...

and r*ped me.

Saying, "Trust me" the whole damn time.

[SNIFFLES]

"Trust me."

And that's the whole story, so... there.

[SLAPS TABLE]

You happy?

♪♪

Now what? [SNIFFLES]

TAO: He groomed them.

Craig Curtis, Heisman Trophy winner,

successful restaurateur, g*ng r*pist,

he picked out those women
for his friend and key investor,

Dr. Bill Landon.

To drug and sexually as*ault

like they were nothing but
a bunch of inflatable dolls.

"When you're in town
where I have a Tackles,

I will give you any girl you want, Doc."

"And if they complain about anything,

we can pay them to shut up."

"And if they complain too loud,
we can off them."

"And if you hire a lawyer,
well, we'll k*ll her, too."

Ye gods. Check this out, Commander.

- [COMPUTER BEEPS]
- Dates and cities

of Dr. Bill Landon's
motivational seminars,

including a stop in Vegas
September st and nd.

Detective Chavez, Makisha was arrested...

A little before : a.m.
on September rd.

She was sexually assaulted
the night of the nd.

A few hours later, Makisha
is talking to the police.

And Shelly's as*ault syncs up

with Landon's tour dates
through San Diego, too.

My guess is, if we go city by city

and coordinate Landon's seminars

with what we know about these r*pes,

we will find he was everywhere
we have a sexual as*ault.

That is how Bonnie Pearl
figured out what was going on,

and that's what got her k*lled.

She knew it was Landon.

Nobody loves a good A.V.
presentation more than I do.

Now comes the "but."

But without more victims
willing to identify Landon,

as of this moment,
as horrible as it sounds,

you only have circumstantial evidence

relating to one sexual as*ault,

and it is entirely he said/she said.

Well, if "he said/she said"
is our way forward,

I'd like to hear what he has to say.

[CHEERS AND APPLAUSE]

Whoo!

[CHUCKLING] Okay.

I don't create dreams.

I give you the courage
to speak those dreams out loud.

To set aside the inner voice that says,

"You aren't smart enough.

You aren't tough enough.

You aren't skilled enough."

Well, don't buy into any of that.

You only have one life.

One spin at the wheel,
and you can make it count,

- but you have to bet to win.
- [AUDIENCE CHEERS]

So, do you want to actualize your dreams?

What are you doing here?

Oh, I'm actualizing my dream
of arresting your husband.

For what? You can't stop him now.

He's in the middle of a seminar.

Hey, back off. No touching.

In front of all these people?

That's the best part.

PROVENZA: Sykes, Sanchez.

BILL: So trust me, my friends.

Trust me when I say trust yourselves.

Excuse me. Bill Landon?

I'm sorry. Is something wrong?

You're under arrest. Step off the stage.

No, no, no. This is a mistake.

- [FEEDBACK SCREECHES]
- You come with us right now,

or we'll cuff your hands behind
your back and drag you off.

What is this, some kind of joke?

Do I look like I'm joking?

SYKES: Trust me.

We may not be tying you up
and putting a gag in your mouth,

but we are taking you downtown.

How do you want to go?

[AUDIENCE MURMURING]

Obviously there's been
some misunderstanding, folks.

- [AUDIENCE GROANS]
- I'm gonna clear this up.

Thank you so much for coming.
Trust yourselves!

[AUDIENCE BOOING]

I got a new job

at Against the Grain.

Uh, still waiting tables, but...

it's very high-end.

Silverlake.

I-I cleared $ my first night.

With the severance you got me,
I can get my own place.

So, thanks.

[ELEVATOR BELL DINGS]

Glad it worked out for you.

[DOORS CLOSE]

[POLICE RADIO CHATTER]

Uh... also...

someone asked me out last night.

Uh, but I told him no.

I just... I felt like it'd be rude

after everything you've done for me.

- [ELEVATOR BELL DINGS]
- Don't hold off on dating

because you feel
like you owe me something.

Is that really what you think I want?

No. Oh, my God.

I'm sorry. I-I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

That... That's not what I meant at all.

I-I-I told him no

because I-I don't want to give up on us,

and I'm just trying
to figure out where we are.

Okay, well, I'm glad you're not trying

to figure out where we are
by sleeping with someone else.

Look, do you think
that I don't get asked out?

Is that it?

Do you think that I don't turn down

a ton of people because...

Because...?

[INHALES DEEPLY]

You know what?

Go ahead. Date.

My mom is really sick,
and there is a serial k*ller

who might be on his way
to L.A. looking to m*rder me,

and you asking me if you can
go out with other people

while I'm trying to figure out
if I can ever trust you again,

that's just a...
big red flag for me, Gus.

Clearly, I'm just not a good
person to be around right now.

- Y-You don't get to decide that.
- I might.

I might end up deciding that, Gus.

Stop ambushing me at work.

If I want to call you back, I will, okay?

Have a good time on your date.

I'm not going.

A-And you're a great person to be around.

It was my mistake, not yours.

[DOOR OPENS]

♪♪

BILL: I stupidly stepped outside
my marriage with a waitress.

But I did not force myself on her.

Quite the contrary, actually.

She said/he said.

She followed me up to my hotel room.

- [COIN CLINKS]
- And the sex

was completely consensual.

You call tying women up
and drugging them consensual?

Okay, first of all,
we're not talking about women.

We're talking about one young lady.

Look, I understand the psychology here.

And the disappointments
just keep on coming.

Our young lady from Indianapolis,

her real name is Dianna Holt,

and she will not be able
to confirm anything.

Why?

Dianna committed su1c1de two weeks ago.

And after our... our physical intimacy,

she wanted to spend the night.

Now, I-I couldn't let
her do that, obviously.

Uh, she was resentful.

She accused me of using her,

but I think it was the other way around.

Oh, so she tied you up
and stuffed a gag in your mouth.

Neither of us did that.

Although I do understand her desire

to make the details
as salacious as possible.

You know, I've seen this happen

with several athletes,
actors who I mentor.

This is what I remind them...

"Deny, deny, deny."

Sounds like he's giving us
some version of his spiel.

No, he's just another criminal

- trying to talk his way out.
- ...it is not a crime.

Well, maybe your relationship
with Makisha was consenting.

But what about the night you spent

with Shelly Coyne in San Diego?

Oh, and, uh, Vanessa Blaine.

She might look a little different

from the last time you saw her.

That is her morgue sh*t,

taken after she was att*cked
several times with a stun g*n

and smothered by a plastic bag
held over her head.

♪♪

I don't recall meeting these women.

And if they were harmed, I'm very sorry.

But I'm also concerned
about my own family.

Now, if I've not explained

the situation to your satisfaction,

I should have my attorney come
and handle my arraignment.

Is that what you want?

Commander! What the hell is this?!

It's a press release.

You understand by announcing
Landon's arrest

to the media for r*pe

you just opened LAPD to a defamation suit

larger than our budget?

If you would like to maintain
plausible deniability, Chief,

I suggest you go back
to your office right now.

Excuse me?

Landon r*ped four women that we know of.

And where there are four victims,

- there's going to be more.
- Okay.

My experience in dealing
with this kind of crime...

- Okay.
- ...leads me to believe...

- Listen.
- ...that the press release will help us.

I am in command here!

This division reports to me,

not the other way around.

Only two of these women

were sexually assaulted in California.

One of them is dead
and can't file a complaint.

Maybe Las Vegas Metro
has a case, but not you.

Okay. You're the boss.

So what is the next step

dealing with this r*pist,
potential m*rder*r?

♪♪

[SIGHS]

Okay, then.

With your permission,
I will continue with my plan.

Excuse me.

Wow. I recognize that voice.

He's the big cheese.

And she's talking to him like that?

Ah. Well, you know, a Commander
is a pretty big cheese, too.

You cannot say these things!

You cannot call my husband a r*pist

and destroy his reputation!

It's done. There's already a
second story on the L.A. Times.

TMZ's picking it up!

After all the good work he's done?

The lives he has changed?

I mean, what are these charges based on?

Accusations from some money-grubbing,

- publicity-seeking attorney?
- Mom. Mom.

Are you really that surprised?

TAO: Your husband freely admits

having had sex with this woman
at a seminar in Las Vegas.

Dad? Dad, are you okay?

Seth, I'm fine. It's all a huge
misunderstanding.

Bill, they have released
all these lies to the press.

Let's go.

♪♪

♪♪

What is he doing here?

Oh, so you do know her.

- What a shock.
- [DOOR OPENS]

PAIGE: Right in here, Miss Coyne.

- Dad?
- [DOOR CLOSES]

Who is she?

She's nobody. No... No one.

She probably recognized me
from a book jacket.

♪♪

Okay, Dr. Landon. If I were you,

I'd try not to tie up any more women

while we investigate these r*pes.

Okay?

♪♪

Commander, the LAPD has a long history

of managing without resources.

I took this job to ensure
that all of our money

was used to fight crime.

Not lawsuits.

I advise you to take that
into consideration.

And I have a long history
of managing my job

while dealing with the uglier
side of the male ego,

and I'm no longer interested in that.

So I advise you to take that
into consideration... Chief.

[DOOR OPENS]

SHELLY: Did you do that to me on purpose?

Dragging me past that creep?

r*ped. m*rder*d.
Suffocated with a plastic bag.

r*ped. Supposed su1c1de.

sh*t dead in her car.

Drugged. r*ped.

Jailed for months because
no one believed her.

Shelly, these women need you
to speak up for them.

SYKES: Or Landon gets away with m*rder.

Yeah, and considering Bill
Landon just walked out of here,

we need you to speak up for us, too.

♪♪

It'll be in the papers.

Everyone will know what he did to me.

And at trial, they'll...
they'll call me a...

[SOBS] They'll call me...

My parents would...

Would rather not attend
your funeral, I'm sure.

♪♪

I had nothing before this.

And you guys are just gonna
take it all away.

The car. The condo.

No. No. It's not worth it.

[CLEARS THROAT]

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

I have to think about it.

Now that we know who did it,
we'll solve it... eventually.

But will you get to m*rder?

Did you find a g*n registered
in the doctor's name?

No, but we could get a warrant
to search his home.

Even if he doesn't have a g*n,
he might have had

two different types of amm*nit*on.

Well, we have some amm*nit*on, too.

I just got off the phone
with Miss Chicago/Denver,

A.K.A. Mary Beth Roberts.

She saw the news and called to say

she was r*ped by Landon, too.

Drugged. Tied up.

She's flying herself in
to talk to us, sir.

[TELEPHONE RINGS]

[TELEPHONE RINGS]

♪♪

[TELEPHONES RINGING]

Major Crimes. Detective Sanchez.

TAO: Major Crimes. Lieutenant Tao.

HOBBS: This will only help prove

the r*pes in other jurisdictions,

not in California.

And the murders...

One thing at a time, Hobbs.

One thing at a time.

[TELEPHONE RINGS]

♪♪

Maybe Chief Mason
would appreciate an update.

Yeah, and Sharon, too. Excuse me.

[BUTTON CLICKS]

Major Crimes. Yes, ma'am.

♪♪

[HORN HONKS]

FLYNN: It all fits.

So far, every one

of Dr. Dirtbag's victims

was a Tackles waitress in a city

where Landon was throwing
one of his, uh, pity parties.

- [TELEPHONE RINGS]
- So that makes

Craig Curtis' alibi useless

since he's a co-conspirator

in all of these sexual-as*ault cases.

Yes, well, we'll play them off
each other tomorrow.

Tonight, Commander, I think it's time...

Uh, I don't think we can play
Dr. Landon and Curtis

off each other anymore.

Why? What's happened?

♪♪

[POLICE RADIO CHATTER]

Pulled over. Passenger window down.

Two sh*ts to the head, two to the torso.

Just like Bonnie Pearl,
only a tad more savage.

I just talked to the host
at Tackles Hollywood.

Craig has been at the restaurant
all night, ma'am.

Doesn't mean one of his
body guards didn't do this.

PROVENZA: But we know it's not su1c1de.

Hard to sh**t yourself in the head twice.

[CELLPHONE RINGING]

Hello?

Sharon, it's Dr. Torres.

Well, you're working late.

Whatever you're doing right now, stop.

Call an ambulance.
I'll meet you at the hospital.

Why? What's going on?

♪♪

[ECHOING] Okay. Okay.

Lieutenant, um, talk to my doctor.

Um, ask the paramedics
to take me to the ho...

[GASPS] Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

♪♪

Commander? Commander!

Sharon!

[MONITOR BEEPING STEADILY]

[BEEPING SLOWS]

♪♪