06x09 - Conspiracy Theory: Part 4

[bunniefuu]

Previously on "Major Crimes"...

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

I'd also want to implant

a defibrillator pacemaker
with wireless capability

so I can monitor
what's going on with your heart.

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.

Commander, 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?

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

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

Passenger window down.

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

Sharon, it's Dr. Torres.

Whatever you're doing right now,
stop. Call an ambulance.

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

[SIREN WAILING]

[HEART MONITOR BEEPING]

[BEEPING CONTINUES]

♪♪

Hey.

What are you doing?

I'm getting ready to go.

Uh, the hospital... can't release
you yet.

But I'm fine now.

But your heart could fail again.

I-I should let Ricky and Emily know.

No, no, no, no. Do not call them.

I don't want them to worry

or fly out here for no reason.

- They have every reason, mom.
- No.

You're in the ER for the second
time in two weeks.

FLYNN: The kid has a point.

How can I be a good family member

if I keep your children in the dark, huh?

- [SCOFFS]
- Huh? [CHUCKLES]

Come on. You want to lay back down?

Mm...

All right.

All right, but just don't make things

sound worse than they actually are.

And make sure that you stress
that I'm already going home.

Okay.

Sharon.

You look better. How are you feeling?

Good. I'm fine.

I just wish it wasn't necessary

to put all these people
through so much trouble.

Trouble?

You experienced atrial fibrillation,

and your heart almost ceased.

If it hadn't been for the pacemaker,

- you would have d*ed.
- Excuse me, doc.

How can you fix this
so it won't happen again?

There are options to discuss.

The possibility of another
implanted cardiac device

called an LVAD, which assists

in pumping blood
through the left ventricle.

Or... I could move you up
on the transplant list,

which requires more tests
to match you with a donor.

I thought I was being released.

From the ER, but you need to stay

in the hospital
for at least another five days

for observation and labs.

You're currently stable,
and before you go home,

I need to have confidence
you'll remain that way.

I know it's a lot to take in,
but stay positive,

and I'll see you again... upstairs.

- Thanks, doc.
- You're welcome.

♪♪

[KNOCK ON DOOR, DOOR OPENS]

[CHUCKLING] Hey!

I don't know how
you're gonna get through this,

but I am sure fruit can help.

Yeah. How you feeling?

Ohh, a bit, uh, boxed in, frankly.

FLYNN: Well, uh, Provenza
and Sanchez won't be staying

too long, so you can get some rest.

No, just a quick update, Andy. Please.

It'll give me something... else
to think about.

- SANCHEZ: Right. So...
- [DOOR CLOSES]

Passenger door window of Dr. Landon's car

was rolled down like Bonnie Pearl's.

Who was k*lled by someone she felt

comfortable enough stopping her car for.

And Vanessa Blaine was k*lled

by someone she trusted enough
to let into her house.

And I can think of only one
person that Landon, Vanessa,

and Bonnie had in common.

Craig Curtis.

Ah, now, here is the cherry

on top of the sundae.

The last number that
our doctor-r*pist called

before he was sh*t to death...
Craig Curtis.

Back near San Diego... Shelly Coyne.

She talked to Nolan and Paige,
then immediately dialed Curtis.

Wow.

I wonder if the dirtbag's last
conversation

with Landon was about meeting
on a dark road late at night.

Well, I've put a -hour
surveillance on Curtis

just to make sure he doesn't try

to dispose of the m*rder w*apon,

along with more of his employees.

FLYNN: Yeah, um,
one last bit of business...

What do you want them to tell Chief Mason

when he asks where you are?

I'm sure she'll be better soon.

Uh, would you like a note
from the commander's doctor,

or... or for her to call in?

No. It's fine.

I'm not ready to talk
with her yet, anyway.

Uh, Commander Raydor's ill.
N-Nothing serious, I hope?

Oh, I don't think "serious"
is the right word.

- She'll be back soon.
- Uh, okay.

Well, as you mentioned in the report,

the victim was sh*t four times.

Two to the chest... One of which went

straight through his heart,
k*lling him instantly.

Then two more sh*ts fired into his head.

And from the huge amount
of g*nsh*t residue,

I'd say the last two sh*ts
were fired at much closer range,

at about three inches away.

The k*ller sh*t Landon
in the heart and moved closer,

put more b*ll*ts in his head. Why?

Maybe to make sure he wasn't faking it?

Or because it was very personal,
like with Bonnie and Vanessa.

I told Commander Raydor that
press release was a mistake.

The LAPD put a target on this man's back.

Boss. Before we even knew
about the r*pes,

Bonnie Pearl was m*rder*d
with exactly this MO.

And other than saying
that she was sh*t in her car,

we released no details of the m*rder.

Just as important, Bonnie
was sh*t with the same g*n.

Lieutenant? Do you have a suspect?

Well, yes, we have someone that might...

Craig Curtis.

Why would Craig Curtis k*ll Bill Landon?

Landon was Curtis' alibi for
when Vanessa Blaine was k*lled.

And more importantly...

You remember I was at work
surrounded by a crowd of people

when Bonnie was m*rder*d.
I am not your k*ller, guys.

We know that.

What we're most concerned
about right now,

Mr. Curtis, is that . revolver.

We believe the person
who k*lled Bonnie Pearl

may be trying to frame you
and could have hidden

the w*apon on one of your properties.

By my properties,
you mean my restaurants.

- Why are we telling him that?
- And your houses.

We'll stop lying to him
when we find the g*n.

Just as a precaution,
we thought we'd come

directly to you for permission instead

of just showing up with a warrant.

Asking for your consent
is our way of saying

we want to make this easier on you.

Just sign here, Craig.

We'll be in and out before you know it.

Okay, fine.

If this will end this really

ugly investigation into my life, fine.

I have nothing to hide.

Except the r*pe of of your employees.

Though I am a little frustrated
being read my rights...

again.

What are you doing here?

Sharon sent me to work, like usual.

Look, she... she doesn't want
Mason or anyone else,

including you, overreacting,
so we're trying to keep this

as normal as possible.

This is her decision.

You think I want to be here?

♪♪

Okay? Are we done here?

Not yet.

When was the last time
you spoke with Bill Landon?

He called me right after
you guys released him.

So whenever that was.

- Did you see him after that?
- No. Why?

Well, shortly after that
phone call, around : p.m.?

We found Bill Landon dead in his car.

- Oh, my God.
- sh*t four times with a . .

♪♪

Wait a minute. Wait, wait, wait a minute.

Are you asking me for another
alibi aga... Is that it?

No, Mr. Curtis, we're just trying to...

What... What... What are you trying?

Are you trying to clear my name?
Is that it?

Bullshit! Look,
I've cooperated with you fully.

Now you're asking me for an
alibi for the m*rder of a...

[SIGHS] Geez.

Of a m*rder of a man...

a man who changed my life.

Look, you go through my...
my house, okay?

Do it. Go through my car.
Go through my restaurants.

You waste as much time as you want.

You just never speak to me again

without a lawyer present.

[GROANS]

♪♪

Once again, Curtis walks,
and there's nothing we can do.

Anyone else feeling sort
of helpless right now?

FLYNN: It's good
to have you home, finally.

I don't know what we're gonna do

with five days worth of flowers.

Well, bring them back to the hospital,

cheer the place up while you're waiting

for your transplant. That's what.

I may still choose the LVAD, Andy.

Oh, those are beautiful!

Yeah, it's the last one.

The new doorman had them
waiting downstairs.

Oh! These aren't for me.

You mean he gave me
someone else's flowers?

He did. They're for you.

[CELLPHONE RINGS]

"Sorry I annoyed you and said
everything the wrong way. Gus."

FLYNN: Yeah, well, Ricky left last night.

Emily left for home this morning.

Well, the new meds
have fixed her up for a bit,

so we can think through to what's next.

- Is that the lieutenant?
- Yeah, she is. No.

A-All right, fine.

You're on speaker.

PROVENZA: Good morning, commander.

How are you doing?

Oh, I'm very well, lieutenant.

Thank you for asking. What's the news?

% of the women

who came forward
because of your press release...

It turns out they not
only work for Craig Curtis,

but every one of them says
that he gave them a ticket

to a Landon seminar.

Well, what a coincidence.

What about the warrants
on all his properties?

After nearly a week
of searches all over the country

by different law-enforcement agencies,

we still haven't found the .

that came from Bonnie
and Landon's murders.

So, um, how is Chief Mason

handling all the fallout
from my press release?

Don't even worry about Mason.

We have got him completely under control.

VICKY: This is chaos.

You admit you're treating these
so-called victims as suspects?

So-called victims, ma'am?

Why would they claim sexual as*ault

if they were not sexually assaulted?

Because... as soon as one
stupid girl figured out

she could make a lot of money
saying my dad r*ped her,

a bunch of other women figured out
they could do the same thing.

My husband was seduced
into making a mistake,

and then he was m*rder*d to keep
him from clearing his name.

And now you... you are all
just spitting on his grave.

It's disgraceful!

These waitresses just popping up
out of nowhere

because of your press release!

I mean, why did you
have to do that? Why?!

Oh, that's enough.

You better drop your
investigation into these

so-called r*pes and apologize
to my grieving mother

and focus your efforts
on finding my father's m*rder*r,

or I swear to God we will file a lawsuit

against the LAPD,
which will force the city

to fire each and every one of you.

Let's go.

[DOOR OPENS]

Chief, their threats mean nothing.

They'll sue no matter what.

SANCHEZ: Excuse us.
Ms. Landon, Seth, please.

We need to ask you about
the last time you were here...

the night your husband d*ed.
Where did you go afterwards?

Home. I was shaken and upset,
much like I am now.

Seth had to drive me.

A-And what about Dr. Landon?

He went to see Craig,
said he wanted to straighten

a few things out
before he talked us through

what he thought was happening.
But he never came home.

Besides these women,
can you think of anyone else

who might have wanted your husband dead?

Bill turned people's lives around.

He's not the person you are
making him out to be.

- Excuse us, please.
- [ELEVATOR DINGS]

Mrs. Landon.

And Seth! [CHUCKLES] How convenient!

Stan Pearl.

Bonnie's son.

Well... I am so, so sorry for your loss.

I wanted to stop by your house
and offer my condolences

and give you these.

- Which are...
- Subpoenas.

I'm representing the women who
were r*ped by your late father.

Okay.

I look forward to hearing
your stories at the deposition.

That went over well.

Where might I find Commander Raydor?

She's not available,
so you're stuck with us.

What do you want?

You asked me for names.

Now I need some names from you

so that I can add
the rest of those desperate

young women who were r*ped by Landon,

and are therefore my clients,
to the lawsuit against him.

And, thanks to your press release,

there are so many more victims.

I'd like a list. Please.

These women deserve reparations

commensurate with their suffering.

It is way, way too late
to go after Dr. Landon.

Ah, ah, ah.

There's still his estate,

his corporation, his investments.

If you can prove r*pe without the r*pist.

This would go under the general
heading of "not our problem."

We're not giving you any names.

We're occupied with finding the person

that k*lled Dr. Landon,
Vanessa Blaine, and your mother.

Uh, you do remember her,
don't you? Your mom?

Which reminds me
we never asked where he was

when Bonnie, Vanessa,
and Dr. Landon were m*rder*d.

Where I was? Well, you just made it
clear that you had a lot to gain

from moving into your mother's office...

a law firm, her investments,
her residents.

And now, to top it all off,
you inherit a suit

against an extremely,
extremely wealthy family.

What is wrong with you people?!

How come whenever you guys
are stumped, you go after me?

All I ask for...

PROVENZA: The LAPD
does not release the names

of sexual as*ault victims. Ever.

NOLAN: How about this, Stanley?

You really want to represent these women?

Get off your ass
and investigate the case!

Try! Try and dig up the truth!

That's what your mom would have done.

Or is that beyond your ability?

What you don't understand about my mother

is that she kept absolutely everything

on a need-to-know basis!
She was secretive.

She knew things she never
shared with anyone else,

and not just names...
theories, strategies.

Anything that would help her
win her case,

except taking into account
what would happen

if she weren't here. You tell me.

What does it matter
how insightful she was

about the law if she didn't find the time

to share those insights with me?

But now I'm left facing
the biggest trial of my life,

and she's not here to help.

She should have planned for this.

She could have made arrangements.

She should have...

done something.

You know, I hate to admit it.

I kind of feel sorry for Minnie Pearl.

Because he's right.

His mother could have better prepared him

for the biggest trial of his life.

Andy, I'm really sorry for
putting you through all this.

♪♪

[SOBBING]

Putting me through what?

Hey.

We're not going through anything.

Listen, babe.

You... You're on some terrific dr*gs,

and... and if the transplant
doesn't come in time,

then it's the cardiac implant.

Either way, y-you're good as new.

In the meantime,
everyone else has got this

constant anxiety about how
this is gonna turn out,

and they're... they're flying in
from all over the country,

and they're dropping their
own lives to deal with mine.

Honestly, Andy, sometimes I think...

I think it would have been better...

easier for you and the kids

if I had just d*ed in that ambulance.

No, you've got it all wrong.

All right, look,
I'm sure there were moments

when it seems like it might have been

easier for you... much less painful,

not as much to suffer through.

But...

it wouldn't have been
easier for me, okay?

I would go through everything
we had to manage.

And then I would do it all over
again and again just...

just for one moment more
to hold your hand,

just to have you near me.

♪♪

[BELL TOLLING]

[SIGHS] Have you been waiting long?

No, I'm early.

I wanted to just sit
for a while and think about

what I should do.

- You're better.
- Temporarily.

But meantime, while I'm in this little

state of grace, I have to decide

on one of two procedures.

The transplant and the cardiac implant

we talked about in the hospital.

My particular condition...

The implant simply puts off
the inevitable.

And while I'm using it,
I'm off the transplant list.

And the transplant itself?

I'd have to move in
to the hospital and wait,

force everyone who cares about me most

into hoping that someone
with the right heart

has a fatal accident in my vicinity.

That decision won't be made
by us, but by God.

How does He decide that?

That is impossible for us to know.

Is it?

When I was in the hospital,
I met this woman,

and she's in her mid s.

She's a photographer, is a
mother of two young children.

She'd been living in the transplant ward

for three months, but still cheerful,

taking pictures,
living every second, she said,

as fully as she could.

She is exactly the sort of person

I've pledged my life to protect.

In the street, I would step in
front of a b*llet to save her.

But in the transplant ward,
I could end up taking her heart

and her chance for a life
as full as mine.

As I understand it, Sharon,

donated organs are matched to recipients.

The odds you'd be taking a heart
from this particular woman...

aren't they very small?

Have you come to pray with me
about this issue?

No, Father.

No.

I'd like to receive Holy Unction

and also Penance and the Eucharist.

Last rites?

Sharon...

God gives us this life on the condition

that we defend it to the end.

Defend, yes, but compete, no.

I will follow my doctor's orders.

I do hope for the very best,
but I must...

I must plan for the worst.

I have lived my whole life as a Catholic.

And if necessary,
I'd like to die as one, too.

♪♪

Right.

♪♪

Give me a moment.

♪♪

BOTH: Lamb of God, you take away
the sins of the world.

Have mercy on us.

Lamb of God, you take away
the sins of the world.

Have mercy on us.

Lamb of God, you take away
the sins of the world.

- Grant us peace.
- Grant us peace.

Sharon, the Body of Christ.

♪♪

PROVENZA: It's our job to make
sense of these deaths,

and Craig Curtis had the best
reasons to k*ll our victims.

- I have an annoying question.
- Ye gods.

Remember Bonnie Pearl's phone
and briefcase were stolen?

If they were taken to identify
the other r*pe victims

before they could talk...
[COMPUTER PINGING]

...well, Curtis already knew
who they were.

He set them up.

Well, maybe someone took the briefcase

to stop us from finding out
about the r*pes.

BUZZ: Gosh darn it!
We just hit another snag.

PROVENZA: Snag? What snag?

The warrant we served
to dump Craig Curtis' cell...

I just received the approximate
coordinates for where he was

during all three murders.

Now, our murders occurred here,
here, and here.

I can guess the snag.

Ah, ah, no spoilers, please.

When we overlay the maps,

we can see none of the locations
are the same.

It's not hitting a snag, Buzz.
That's running into an iceberg.

I hate to say it. It sounds like we have
to rule out Craig Curtis as the k*ller.

Now is the perfect time to arrest him.

- Commander.
- [CHUCKLING] Hi!

Ohh.

Ohh, it's good to see all of you.

Sharon, you shouldn't be here.

Well, I can be here,
but just not very long.

Andy and I... I'm just passing through

on my way to hopefully
have a talk with Chief Mason?

- You've been missed.
- Thank you.

So, how is this going today?

Well, um, if you're Craig Curtis,

- terrific.
- Mm-hmm.

We've just proven
that he didn't k*ll anybody.

Uh, and now you want to arrest him?

Well, when he hears
the charges and he sees

what he's up against,
uh, maybe he will be willing

to make a deal that could help us

identify this m*rder*r.

Ah, and the... the charges should be...?

Aiding and abetting
sexual as*ault and conspiracy?

You're positive?

Curtis definitely provided Landon

- with all the women he r*ped.
- Good.

Confession from Curtis
would make the Landons'

defamation suit disappear.

Anything else, commander?

Because of current health issues,

I believe that it's temporarily
impossible for me

to retain command of Major Crimes.

So, in my leave of absence,
which should start tomorrow,

I would like Lieutenant Provenza
to replace me.

What's going on with you?

Can we sit?

Sure. Sure.

I will explain to you what is going on.

Nothing you say will end with my client

confessing to murders he didn't commit.

Even if you've established
all these sexual assaults,

which I find hard to believe,

that was Dr. Landon, not my client.

All of our sexual-as*ault victims
were employees of Tackles.

All of them received free
tickets to a Landon seminar

from Craig the night they were r*ped.

Let's cut to the chase.

You obviously want something from us,

or Mr. Curtis would already be in county.

What would you like to know,
and what do we get in return?

The murders were connected
in some way to the r*pes.

Besides your client,
there were three other people

in LA who knew about them...
Bonnie Pearl, Vanessa Blaine,

and Dr. Landon... and they're all dead.

Is there anyone else
who might have found out...

I mean, what... [CHUCKLES]

He can't answer a question like that.

That's an implicit admission
to conspiracy.

HOBBS: Craig, let me
make this very clear.

You are going to jail.

I have spoken to the other
jurisdictions involved,

and in return for your help
in solving these murders,

they've agreed to let California
have the honor of housing you

for the next years and not
to pursue charges against you.

Uh, we can't agree to a deal like this.

I believe you're obligated
to ask your client...

by law.

Would I...
Would I be eligible for parole?

- That's not an admission.
- This could be it.

If he says what I think
he's going to say,

it could also explain the missing books

from Vanessa's house.

You're still here?

Look, everyone, I am in charge

until the end of watch today,

or we make an arrest.
Whichever comes first.

But who's taking over while you're gone?

Commander, how serious is this?

Well, it's serious enough, Cami,
that I have to leave

until my health issues resolve.

Lieutenant Provenza is in charge,

and I will be checking in
from time to time.

- Should we worry?
- No, Mike.

No, no, no. No. Nobody worry.

Challenges pop up even
in the most perfect lives.

These good days help me
manage the bad ones.

Uh, ma'am. Can...
Can we talk before you head out?

There's a couple things
I wanted to ask you.

Okay, um, Julio, maybe later,
when you get back.

I think some of you are about
to leave to make an arrest.

Commander, here. Have a seat.

No, it's all right. I'm fine.
Thank you, lieutenant.

NOLAN: Look, we might just solve
these murders on our own.

Craig's health has
an expiration date on it.

Like, now.

Pass and the judicial system

will have its way with you

in states and counting.

We'll ask you one more time
and then we're going

and the deal goes with us.

Did you set all these women up
with Bill Landon

knowing what he would do to them?

My client was aware that Dr. Landon

would try and seduce them
and that afterwards,

uh, some of them felt taken advantage of.

I thought... I thought Bill
talked them into things.

He was a-a very persuasive guy.

Oh, well, we will come back
to this for a more

forthright statement later, Abigail.

What we need to know immediately
is who else knew about

Dr. Landon's persuasiveness
with your employees.

That's the deal, Craig.

You don't tell us, and you're on

a lifelong tour of American prisons.

Fine, okay. Okay.

Vanessa talked to Bonnie Pearl.

Bonnie Pearl went to Vicky Landon.

I'm afraid that Vicky told her son, Seth.

And you know this how?

Because Seth came to me.

He, uh... You know, he was very upset.

You know, he demanded the truth,
and I told him...

I told him that...
that nobody was hurt, you know?

I mean, Bill didn't hurt anybody.

So you gave him a bullshit explanation.

Did you also give him a stun g*n?

I didn't give anybody stun g*ns, okay?

The Landons... they gave them
to my guys as gifts.

They were... They were
to protect the girls

as they're getting into
their rides after work.

Okay.

Lieutenant, I plan to stay
to see what you find,

but if it goes on all night,
please call me in the morning

and let me know what happened.

Commander, if you get tired,
do not wait for us.

Not even for a second.

I won't. I promise.

We'll need you to write all this down.

- And when you do...
- [DOOR CLOSES]

...the proper words for what you helped

Landon get away with
are "sexual as*ault."

My client had no idea how somebody...

Andy, um, would you take over here?

There's something I need Buzz
to help me with.

- You sure you're okay?
- I'm fine, Andy.

Buzz, if you could get your camera

and your tripod and meet me
in my office...

Yes, ma'am.

Sharon, Provenza can finish up here.

- You wanted to leave early.
- I am.

And I really, really appreciate

how you look after me.

I do.

I'm almost done. Almost.

♪♪

Okay.

[TELEPHONE RINGS]

♪♪

Mom?

You sure you shouldn't head home?

The doctor said not to overdo it.

I know, Rusty, but [SIGHS]

I spent some of the best years of my life

in this office, and these people

out here are...

are close to being family,
and I'm just not

ready to leave yet.

You remember, honey?

We first met right there

my first day in command, and then we came

into this office to talk.

Yeah, and... and I said that...

that I didn't know you,
but I didn't like you.

[LAUGHS] And I said, uh,

"You're at the end of a very long line."

[BOTH LAUGH]

God, that seems like
such a long time ago.

I am such a different person.

Hey, don't get too upset
about having to say goodbye.

You'll be back as soon as you're well.

Yeah. This office.

I-I came in looking for my mom.

And there you were.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

- Hmm.
- This is... This is ridiculous!

My son would never
have k*lled his father!

Uh, commander,
if we could allow Ms. Landon

to wait in here with you...

Why, certainly.

Um, Buzz, if you would,

uh, take your camera back,

and if you could hold onto this for me,

there's a note and an SD card

with two separate videos inside.

This is for your eyes only.

Uh, okay. Sure.

Uh, just don't go before saying goodbye.

I won't.

You're... You're trying
to ruin my family.

You have your late husband

to thank for that, Ms. Landon.

Have a seat.

You're making a huge mistake.

I doubt that.

When we searched your residence,

we found a lot of damning evidence,

including these b*llet,

which are the exact same
size used to k*ll Bonnie Pearl,

not to mention your father.

And you have two different calibers...

. , . .

And this belonged to Bonnie Pearl.

She had it in the car with her
the night she d*ed.

We found it in your house
broken and emptied,

including the secret compartment
where she kept

the names and phone numbers
of every woman she identified

as one of your father's r*pe victims.

Like Vanessa Blaine.
You remember her, Seth?

She was the first
to tell Bonnie her story.

And that's exactly what it is... a story!

Yeah, one that's been told over and over

from different women.

And as far as Vanessa Blaine
goes, I never even met her.

I have trouble believing
that because along

with Ms. Pearl's destroyed briefcase...

We found three of your father's
books in your garage.

Each one autographed to, "Dear Vanessa,

Empowerment is yours at last.

Truly, Bill."

Why would I steal copies
of my father's books?

To erase any visible connection
she had with your family

while we investigated her m*rder.

I loved my father.

Stan Pearl told us that the lawsuits

from the r*pe victims would probably

wipe out Landon's estate.

NOLAN: Which explains the order
of the murders.

Dr. Landon wasn't sh*t
until it was clear k*lling

Bonnie and Vanessa
couldn't stop what was coming.

Like your father's book
royalties, his houses.

And you didn't want to lose all that

in a civil suit over the women he r*ped!

These are copies of your recent
financial transactions.

Our warrants show that %
of your father's assets

have been moved into offshore
accounts bearing your name,

set up around the same time

you went to Craig Curtis
and had him confirm...

Would Bonnie Pearl have stopped
her car for him?

Would Vanessa have let him
into her house?

And served him a drink?

Plus all these financial transactions.

Are we sure they were made by Seth?

How would I have access
to my father's finances?

I mean, despite the small sums
they pay me for my scheduling,

I know nothing about my family's money

or where it's invested.

♪♪

Mike. Can I see those financials, please?

Go. Go on in. I'll be...
I'll be there in a second.

♪♪

PROVENZA: As you can see, commander,

Seth accelerates
the asset transfer pattern

as the murders continue.

Right. You're right.

And then he confessed.

No. No, he didn't.

That's not possible. I want to see him.

PROVENZA: I'm sorry, Ms. Landon,

but your son did confess,

um, to everything.

So the only person he's going to see

right away is an attorney.

But if you could come with me,
your son told us

some things that we need
to confirm with you.

There's no need for her
to leave, lieutenant.

Commander, uh, [CHUCKLING]
I-I don't want to detain you,

and you are on a leave of absence.

Starting tomorrow.

But before I go, Ms. Landon... Vicky...

This isn't... This isn't happening.

My son never k*lled anyone.

If you would like to explain anything...

- She shouldn't be doing this.
- ...related to your son's murdering...

Come on, Provenza. Get this
Vicky woman out of there.

We have some rules we need to follow.

Lieutenant.

So, um, you have the right
to remain silent.

If it's the mother instead of the son,

I need her to confess
outright to these murders,

or Seth Landon will be a credible

alternative for her defense.

Yeah, but she shouldn't be
confessing to mom.

Why not? I mean, she seems okay.

Yeah, because she might
unavailable for the trial.

- We have the video.
- Now I'm gonna ask Lieutenant Provenza

to summarize your son's position,

and then you can explain. Lieutenant.

Well, it's really very simple.

Bonnie Pearl told you everything
your husband had done.

You told your son.

Your son then tried to stop a lawsuit,

which would have destroyed
his inheritance.

When sh**ting Bonnie didn't work,

he k*lled Vanessa Blaine,
and when all those

other women came forward,
he m*rder*d his own father.

Because the civil suit following
the criminal conviction

would have wiped out
your husband's fortunes.

Please, please!
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

Please! Just... Just let...
let me... let me explain.

Oh, no. You are trying to
protect your son, I understand.

I struggle with that impulse
every day of my life.

No, I'm not trying to protect my son!

Seth is trying to protect his father!

Y-You see...

It was...

- It was Bill.
- It was Bill, what?

He told me.

Bill did r*pe those women.

He... He drugged them and he r*ped them

and when I-I confronted him
with what Bonnie told me

and he admitted it
and I guess Bill thought

that murdering Bonnie and...
and that Vanessa woman

would save his career.

I mean, Seth didn't do
these terrible things.

It was Bill.

That makes perfect sense.

But then who k*lled Bill?
Who m*rder*d your husband?

Listen, he wasn't going to stop.

He was going to k*ll all of those women.

I couldn't let him do that.

- So you stopped him.
- Yes.

I had to. I-I sh*t Bill to stop him.

I mean, there was...
there was no other way

to keep him from k*lling
several more people.

How about calling the police?

So, um, you put the g*n where?

- In Bill's coffin.
- Satisfied?

- Can we stop this now?
- Almost there. Hold on.

We'll check that out.

Um, one last thing, Ms. Landon,

we never released any information

about Bonnie Pearl's death, except to say

that she was sh*t in her own vehicle.

I'm not... Why does that matter?

Well, Bonnie stopped because
someone was having car trouble.

She lowered the window in the
passenger side of her Mercedes,

and she ended up sh*t to death.

And not any of these details

were released through the press.

So only the person
who k*lled Bonnie Pearl

could have k*lled your husband
in the exact same way.

And you just described it to us.

I was protecting my son.

Your son isn't a child anymore.

He's a well-educated adult
who can fend for himself.

- You shut up.
- Oh?

You shut up!

You do not understand

what I was going through!

Oh, yes, I do!

You're trying so hard to hold
on to the life

that you've been living,
that you're willing to let

- other people die to keep it!
- [CELLPHONE RINGING]

You're willing to sacrifice a young woman

in great emotional turmoil
just to keep your lifestyle,

your money, your... It wasn't my...

[HIGH-PITCHED RINGING]

[NO AUDIO]

♪♪

I was the perfect wife!
How is any of this fair to me?!

- Just keep your mouth shut!
- [CELLPHONE RINGING CONTINUES]

You're under arrest for m*rder!

- Shut up! Sharon! Sharon!
- Listen to me!

Get in here! Everyone, Buzz,
call the paramedics!

Damn it. Damn it!

[SCREAMING]

[HIGH-PITCHED RINGING]

♪♪

Okay. Starting compressions.

- Sharon! Sharon!
- [CELLPHONE RINGING CONTINUES]

Sharon!

Yes? Yes, yes, doctor.
We know. We're trying.

An ambulance is coming, but you
have to help her, doctor, okay?

- You have to help her!
- He's got to leave. Buzz!

- You have to help her, doctor!
- Buzz, get him out of here!

- You have to help her, please!
- Get him out of here!

[HIGH-PITCHED RINGING]

♪♪

Sharon. Don't give up, Sharon.

Sharon, please hang on. Sharon. Sharon.

[SIGHS] Manny, I have an emergency.

Oh, my. Is it serious? Do you
need me to drive you somewhere?

Uh, I already got a Lyft
on the way. Thanks.

Hey, I'm sorry. I have to go.

Someone will come and pick
this up in a second, okay?

Thank you.

Hey. Sorry.

Uh, it was great meeting you.
I-I have an emergency.

Someone will come
pick this up in a second.

Emergency? Nothing serious, I hope.

Uh, it's my boyfriend... ex-boyfriend.

Oh. The one we were just talking about?

Is... Is he okay?

No, his mother's in the emergency room.

Uh, I'm... I'm sorry to leave.
Uh, enjoy your visit anyway.

I-I hope I was helpful.

You were. You were.

And, uh, maybe I'll see you
again before I go.

- Sorry about your friend.
- Yeah. Me, too.

Thanks.

♪♪

[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS]

- What happened? [VOICE BREAKING]
- She was interviewing a suspect

and she collapsed and I guess
her heart seized.

Julio got it restarted
and then it seized again

and the paramedics got it restarted.

Now we're waiting to hear.

♪♪

[WHISPERS INDISTINCTLY]

Gus. Thank you for coming, Gus.
I appreciate it.

What's going on?

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

I'm very sorry to tell you
that minutes ago,

Commander Raydor's heart
went into arrest.

We tried very hard
to help her regain a rhythm,

but we failed.

So the commander is...

We did everything we could.

I'm sorry.

I am so sorry.

♪♪

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