Knox Goes Away (2023)

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Cassie, can I have some coffee?

Okay.

You heard about this broad

out in Weasley?

Oh, old-school,

newspaper, I like it.

Yeah... You know, the news

does come on your phone now,

it's a new thing.

Says the man

with ten thousand books.

Hmm. Thank you.

Makes her husband breakfast,

for 35 years.

One day, she starts putting

a little bit of antifreeze on

his orange juice every morning.

Why, was he cold?

What we got here?

Oh... "Empiricism

and the Philosophy of Mind".

Bunch of crock.

Wilfrid Sellars wrote this?

Yeah, interesting guy.

You know Wilfrid Sellars?

No, but I know Peter Sellars.

Okay...

It took this guy

eight months to die

from the antifreeze.

That's dedication.

You gotta give her points

for tenacity.

Come on.

Eight months?

Can you imagine hating

anyone that much?

Honestly? I can think

of a few candidates, yeah.

How did they catch her?

Mmm... doesn't say.

Maybe they...

Maybe when they tried

to embalm the guy,

the formaldehyde wouldn't set.

"I pumped two barrels

of that sh*t into him

and it keeps leaking out."

Put him in the deep freeze

and he's still warm.

That's good, that's good.

-Thank you.

-Hi there, Cassie.

Cassie, can I get a coffee?

Already got you.

I guess I need it.

You're such a skinny dude.

Where you put all that?

My old man said I have

a hollow cock.

Really?

Your father said that,

"hollow cock".

Interesting.

Yeah, he's a philosopher, too.

I'm going to go

right to the airport from here.

I have to go out of town

for a couple of days.

-You? What for?

-Yeah.

Personal stuff, no big deal.

I'll be back the day

after tomorrow.

Actually, I'll be back tomorrow.

-Personal?

-Yeah.

Good.

Because if Jericho found out

you went out of town on a job...

Give me a little credit,

I don't have a death wish.

Then why are you even going?

Like I said, personal.

No big deal.

I'll be back tomorrow.

- Okay.

- Yeah.

Are you okay?

Good.

Okay...

I'm going to get the check.

The check? We just got

the plate of food.

I know but I...

don't want to be late,

I have to get to the airport.

You got five minutes

to eat some food.

- Hurry up, take five minutes.

-Jesus Christ...

All right, anything

comes up, call me.

What the hell?

When did you get

the new car?

Oh... Eh... Oh.

So, you're not even going to

tell me where you're going now.

I'll tell you when I come back.

Apple.

Dog.

Ehm...

Car.

How are you today?

Well... you tell me.

My initial suspicions

were incorrect.

It's not Alzheimer's.

Okay.

What is it?

You're suffering

from a condition known

as Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease.

It presents initially in much

the same way as Alzheimer's.

So, what's the difference?

Speed of progression.

I'm guessing...

you don't mean it's slower.

In your case,

it's incredibly fast.

What's the treatment?

There's no treatment.

The thing you have to

remember about dementia

is the thought-feeling

connection.

You have a thought,

creates a feeling.

You lose a thought,

you're left with a feeling.

So, you'll be going along

and...

all of a sudden, you'll be

unreasonably happy

and you won't know why.

Or you'll have

this wave of depression

and you won't know why.

You'll find yourself...

forgetting people,

even those you have

a connection with.

You'll become displaced

in time and space...

Right now, you're mostly lucid

with small patches of confusion

and mental lapse.

So, then it'll reverse.

The moments of lucidity

will become the exception

and eventually,

go away altogether.

How much time do I have?

It's progressing

more aggressively

than I would like...

-Uhm...

-How much time?

You're looking at weeks,

not months.

If you have any arrangements

to make, I suggest you do so

as quickly as possible.

Do you have family

that can take care of you?

- None that would.

- All right.

Then, I suggest you look

into care facilities.

This is a very good place...

in your area.

I'm sorry.

That's okay, doc.

Even if I hated you

for telling me,

I'd forget soon enough.

What do you want to know?

I think you have

secrets you don't want

to tell me .

Secrets are secrets,

so I can't tell you.

- I finished the last book you lent me.

- -Oh, yeah?

What did you think?

I liked it but

the end was stupid.

Really?

He just lets them chop off

his head while the other guy

walks away?

Well, see... His whole

character arc leads

to that moment. You know?

It's a... sacrifice

for the greater good,

you know?

Mmm...

like the end of "Casablanca"?

Yeah, like the end

of "Casablanca," exactly.

It was bullshit, too.

Rick would take the girl

10 times out of 10.

"A far, far better thing"

my ass.

Wow.

Is everyone from Krakw

that cynical?

I'm not cynical, I'm realistic.

What day is it?

-Thursday?

-No, no, I mean...

I mean what date.

The fifth, does that

mean something?

It's my son's birthday,

who hasn't spoken with me

many, many years.

Why does he hate you so much?

I'm what the Science journals

refer to as a "lousy father."

Mmm...

- He found out what I did for a living.

- -Yeah?

- Yeah.

- -What do you do for a living?

I work for the IRS.

Just like that, I hate you too.

I've been coming here

once a week for almost...

four years

and that's the first thing

you've said about yourself.

What do you want to know?

I'll tell you anything,

just ask me.

Is that your real name,

Aristotle?

No, it's a nickname

the guys in my platoon

gave me, I was

in the first Gulf w*r

and I used to read a lot

of books, like philosophy

and... like that.

I got to go.

The thing with your son

explains a lot, though.

What do you mean?

You know how they say

haunted houses have

cold spots?

Stand in certain areas,

and a chill goes down your spine

like an artic breeze.

What the hell

you're talking about?

That's what's like here.

You walk in the door

and you feel it.

Only it isn't a ghost.

What is it?

Loneliness.

See you next Thursday,

not really Aristotle.

- This guy's a piece of work.

- -I don't care.

Human trafficker from Espaa.

Why do we always

have to go through this?

Why do we have to

go through what?

You ask me if I want to know

the details of the job

and I say, "no, I really don't"

and then you tell me

the details of the job

and then I say, "shut up" and

we go through it again and again

and we always go through

the same thing

every f*cking time!

The question is,

why don't you care

who the guy is?

Ready.

Hey, this could be

my last job for a while.

What the f*ck is going on, John?

Nothing, I just need to

take care of a few things

I'll clear it with Jericho.

Okay, how long are you

going to be out?

Hard to say.

Come on.

Let's go.

This m*therf*cker sells

men for human labor,

that's a thing now.

Jesus Christ.

-I thought trafficking

was like sex sh*t.

-Same thing every time.

Didn't we just go

through this at the car?

Why don't you care

who the guy is?

Because in ten minutes,

Tommy, he's not going to

be anybody.

Let's go get this done.

Damn it.

Hello?

Yeah.

Well, we were...

expecting only one person

to be there.

We got split up.

I guess he figured...

I don't know,

we could cover more ground.

And I heard sh*ts...

Christ, Tommy.

I didn't mean to.

-Knox...

-I'm sorry, Tommy.

Yeah, he was.

Yeah. I made sure the scene

was clean and then I left.

Okay.

Thank you.

You're buying this?

Five b*ll*ts, three victims?

Had to happen fast.

Are you thinking

there's a third sh**t?

There's no evidence of that.

Growing up, I hated my mother.

Is that right?

She was a stereotype,

overbearing, Asian,

hellicopter mom.

An "A" minus meant

I didn't have any pride.

My mother was a drunk, so...

-This is about me.

-Sorry.

She hates my chosen profession

but, ironically,

made me a good detective.

Realizing her wanting me

to excel was about her

and not me,

gave me my first lesson

in motive.

She taught me that the details

were important.

The answers lie

in the little things

other people,

she meant white people,

overlook.

With all due respect,

is this going somewhere?

There's water

all over the floor.

That means the shower was on

when the curtain came down.

Okay.

-So?

-So,

he k*lled them,

they k*lled him, all in a hurry,

bang, bang, bang.

Who turned off the shower?

-Hey, Knox.

-Hey.

Sit down.

Want a drink?

Yeah. Yeah, whisky.

So...

you just swing by

to say hello?

No, closing out.

I have to do it

pretty quick, too.

-Quick?

-Yeah.

-Jericho knows?

-He can't.

That makes it tough.

Raise your commission, I guess.

I'm uh...

I'm going away.

For good this time.

And I don't want this

blowing back on Jericho.

What happened?

A job went South.

I set the scene out to buy

myself some time but...

-It's not going to last long.

-I'm sure about that.

Three people,

all sh*t each other

with the same g*n.

Yeah, that's not good.

My g*n.

-That's worse.

-Yeah.

So time is of the essence.

How do you have your capital.

Mostly cash.

Got some paintings

you got to sell. Some stones.

-That's simple enough.

-Yeah.

A list of three people.

All three, equal shares.

Nothing in here

for Muncie's family?

Muncie didn't have anybody.

I can't have any of this

touch those people.

This money has to be clean.

Gather your assets,

I'll set it up.

-A couple of days.

-Hey, this stays

between you and me.

Yeah, and I'm going to tell who?

All right.

All right, thanks.

-What's up?

-This key doesn't work

on the... uh...

-The thing, the...

-Lock?

-Lock, yeah.

-All right.

Yeah, the green ones,

they go to our other facility,

out in Van Nuys.

Okay.

Hey, could you do me a favor?

Could you... uh... write down

the number...

-The address?

-The address.

Yeah, got you.

Sorry, I didn't mean to...

just to show up like this,

I should've called.

I didn't mean to ambush you,

I'm sorry.

Do I know you?

Okay, I guess I deserve that.

You got to know I wouldn't

be here unless I was desperate.

Okay? I need your help.

Dad, could you please

just talk to me?

Dad.

Miles... yeah.

Sure, Miles.

Come here.

Come on in.

Thank you, I just...

Have a seat.

No, no, no,

I'm... I'm sober.

Nine years.

That's your blood?

Yeah, my hand is... Uhm...

I cut it in a...

This is my blood

and that's someone else's.

Holy f*ck!

I f*cked up.

I f*cked up really bad.

Okay... okay.

Okay, take it easy.

Catch your breath.

Tell me what happened.

I k*lled someone.

Did they deserve k*lling?

Okay, start there.

Okay.

You have

a granddaughter.

-Kaylee.

-How did you know about her?

Your mother told me,

right after she was born.

Yeah. Yeah, Kaylee.

What is she, like 12? 13?

She's 16.

Here...

-Cute kid.

-Yeah.

She's a kid.

And she met this guy...

Online. This...

piece of sh*t!

The guy was 32 years old.

This son of a bitch

gets her pregnant.

She's 16 years old,

she's my little girl.

So, I go over

to his house, you know?

I was just going to put

the fear of God on him.

And I show up and he's...

more than I expected.

Okay?

He wouldn't shut up.

Just kept talking,

and talking and talking

about my f*cking daughter.

Like, saying sh*t about her,

like... "she loves it,"

"She wanted more."

Called her "ripe."

Called her ripe, dad!

f*ck!

I just lost it.

So I grabbed a Kn*fe

and I sho...

I shoved it into his neck.

And I stabbed him.

I just... couldn't stop.

I didn't care.

Because I wasn't even

in the room, I was...

Did you bury this guy?

Did I bury him?

Yeah.

No, why?

Because if you did, I was

going to dig him up

and k*ll him again.

Oh, my God...

So, why did you come to me?

Are you kidding?

Well, I mean...

You're the only person

I know that can... I...

This isn't my world.

-I don't know how to...

-Get rid of a body.

I never asked you

for anything in my life.

Okay? And I'm here because

I had nowhere else to go.

Now you need me.

Yeah,

that's what this is,

I'm desperate.

Okay? I'm so f*cking desperate

that I'm here, at your house,

asking you for help.

Now, are you

going to help me or not?

Where's the m*rder w*apon?

Here.

Put your clothes

in that plastic bag,

then take a shower

and scrub down everything.

Underneath the fingernails,

clean everything.

Then, afterwards,

I'm going to wrap and clean

that hand of yours.

-Then what?

-Then?

You go home to your wife

and you never

mention this again.

My whole life, I never

asked you for anything.

Yeah, you said that already.

Here, use that. I'm going to

need those boxers, too.

Hey, where's the body?

Write it down.

Write it down.

There you are.

What are you doing?

Nothing.

I talked to her.

What did she say?

She wants you to take her.

What?

Well, I assumed this would be...

you know, like,

a mother-daughter thing.

Well, apparently it isn't.

What happened to your hand?

I have to tell you something.

All right, what do we got?

Elian Zubiri, out of Barcelona.

We're waiting

for the Interpol jacket

but safe to say he wasn't

a model citizen.

The woman was local,

Annette Elmora.

Yeah, we're thinking

maybe he picked her up

at a club or something.

You know,

wrong place-wrong time

kind of thing.

Victim number three is

where it gets interesting.

Meet Thomas Muncie,

suspected hitter for Jericho.

Conspicuously missing

from the carnage,

this man, John Knox.

Traffic cam sh*t this

six blocks away

around the time of death.

Facial recognition flagged him.

-That could just be

a driver, though.

-We're sure this guy's a driver?

What's his jacket say?

Not much. He did a six-year

stretch for tax evasion

and that's only because

someone ratted them out.

Other than that

and his service record,

there's nothing on him.

Which means, whatever

this guy does for a living,

he's pretty good at it.

Smart, too.

According to the tax

auditor's notes,

John Knox holds two PhDs.

One in English Lit

and one in US History.

Even taught in Bucknell

a couple of years.

And we're thinking this guy

kills people for a living?

Why?

Hopefully, we'll get

to ask him ourselves.

What branch of service

was he in?

Army. He was a deep

reconnaissance officer.

Remind me what that is again?

Someone who goes off alone

behind enemy lines

for weeks at a time.

Then, maybe we just

bring him in as

a cooperating witness.

Friend-of-the-victim

kind of thing.

He might slip up

and give us something.

Does he seem like someone

who makes mistakes?

Hey, boss, check your texts.

Another body. And now,

we got three on my board

already.

Victim's Aryan Brotherhood.

That's your mtier.

Mtier? Really?

-John Knox.

-Hey!

-Hi.

-Is he upstairs?

Yeah. I'm supposed to think

he's doing the books.

-What's he really doing?

-Watching TV.

-I married a little boy.

-Yeah.

Well, he married up,

that's for sure.

Xavier!

Coming up.

Look at this skinny

son of a bitch.

They rescued him

from a big cat sanctuary.

Locals toss him stray dogs

in a cave

so he can have something to eat.

Kind of reminds me of you.

You know,

when I first found you

after your w*r.

I never ate a dog.

What's this,

grocery list?

It's a plan,

and I'm going to need

your help.

Just read it.

Hey, Ludmilla looks good.

She still hasn't realized

what a mistake she made

marrying me.

You're learning any Russian?

Just the stuff she says

I need to know.

"Yes, dear."

"Please."

All the essentials.

Okay, lay it on me.

Stabbed at least 17 times.

I put time of death between

3:00 and 8:00 p.m.

yesterday afternoon.

I'll get a more precise

time frame when

I get him to the shop.

-All right.

-Yeah.

Thanks, bro.

There's no m*rder w*apon yet,

but there's a Kn*fe missing

from that kitchen block.

I mean, it doesn't even look

like anything was stolen.

He's got an expensive watch

on his wrist, he's got a wallet

full of large bills...

I know this r*cist

piece of crap. His name

is Andrew Palmer.

He moves cash around

for the Aryan Brotherhood

but... he's a cog.

-Not a sh*t caller.

-So, he winds up dead.

There's no big mystery there.

But he also did a stretch

a few years back

for kiddie p*rn.

And this...

this doesn't look

like business.

This looks personal.

Detective, gate guard out front

says he was knocked out

last night.

I got this.

Bag the victim's computers,

any flash drives and discs.

-What are we looking for?

-You'll know when you see it.

Oh, and see if you can find

his phone, he didn't have it

on him.

Got it.

So, how long have you known?

Uh... not long.

Doc says this thing

moves pretty fast.

Oh, Jesus, Knox.

I can't think of anything worse.

Except maybe your pecker

stops working.

Actually, I'm looking forward

to forgetting some things.

Muncie... Christ.

I can't imagine what the--

That's like me sh**ting you.

I don't even remember

doing it. I mean, I know...

I know I did it but I have

no recollection of the event.

Well, count your blessings.

-This is a radical plan.

-It's the only way

I can figure it.

This kid's DNA is

all over the place.

He actually bled on the guy,

he's got his fingerprints

everywhere.

He might as well just

signed off on the job.

Still, if you don't

pull this off,

- you're both f*cked.

- Yeah.

-I'm f*cked either way.

-That's true.

That's why I'm asking you

to help me.

Look, just check in with me.

Just check in with me

now and then. You know?

-Make sure I'm on point.

-Yeah, of course, sure.

Just so you don't ever thing

this stupid plan is my idea.

I'm sure you'll remind me.

You want to know

the funny thing?

Let's say I pull this thing off,

I won't even know

if I did it or not.

It's encouraging.

This plan is

precision work, man.

-One hair out of place--

-Oh, I know.

I know.

I know I could pull this off.

The question is, can you?

So, you didn't see his face,

didn't see his height, nothing?

-No.

-Okay.

All right, thank you.

Beautiful day.

Sure.

What did you get?

Don't suppose he can

ID our k*ller.

No, he was att*cked

from behind.

He didn't see anything.

Happened a little before

three in the morning.

Doesn't fit the timeline.

M.E. said he was k*lled

before 8:00 p.m.

So you think the att*ck

on the guard is unrelated?

It's related, I'm just...

not sure how, yet.

They get anything off

these security cameras?

Well, that part is weird.

They feed into a DVR

in the utility closet.

-There's no hard drive.

-You mean it doesn't work?

No, I mean the tech

couldn't get playback

so we opened up the DVR

and looked inside,

no hard drive.

Found his phone.

Can't open it, though.

It's got one of those facial

recognition locks on it.

-Okay, head back inside.

-Okay.

-What am I looking for?

-His face. I assume

that's where it is...

Right.

Did you forget I was coming?

Oh... no, no.

How are you?

Good. I'm...

kind of knotted up.

That's why I'm here.

I finished the book.

It was.. better but I knew

he was going to die

in the end.

He kind of had to.

I'll find you another one here.

This is your ex?

Yeah.

-Well, she's gorgeous.

-Yeah.

Hey...

put that down--

Why don't I get ready?

f*ck me.

-These paintings are all real?

-Yeah.

-It's safer than cash.

-Are they worth a lot?

-Why do you have them?

-Part of my cashing-out process.

What?

-What do you mean "cashing out"?

-Forget I said it. Forget it.

Did you find me something?

Hello? You picked me

another book?

You want a book?

Knox, are you having

a stroke or something?

-Maybe you should sit down?

-You know what? Maybe...

Maybe it's better

if you just go.

Good idea.

Sorry.

I just got a...

Got a thing I got to do.

-Same time next week?

-Yeah.

Yeah, you bet,

next week.

Are you sure you're

going to be okay?

Never better.

Here.

-Hi.

-Hi.

We have an appointment.

Last name's Knox.

Okay. All right, here it is.

You must be Kaylee.

And you are?

I'm the father...

Her father, not the...

-I'm her dad.

-Okay, dad.

See, sign here.

Initial here, here

and here.

Before we do the procedure,

the law says we have to

ask you a few questions.

Not about

the father of the child

or anything like that,

just to make sure

that you want to be here.

That'd be okay?

I guess so.

Good.

Now it's your turn.

I need a couple of signatures

from you, starting here

on the consent form.

- All right, guys, have a sit.

- -Thank you.

Are you having

a stroke of something?

Xavier, hey.

I'm calling to make sure

you're on track.

-On track with what?

-Your cockamamie plan is what.

You got your notepad?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm on track,

don't worry about it.

He says "don't worry."

Do me a favor,

unlock your phone.

Permanently, no more passcode.

- Okay?

-Why?

Well, what if you need help

and you can't remember the code.

Right... right, okay.

Yeah, got it.

-You're there?

-Huh? Yeah.

I feel like I'm getting worse

every hour.

I'm running out of time.

So, stop wasting it

talking to me. Okay?

What?

I'm in the middle of dinner.

It's not even 4:30.

Oh, I'm almost 90.

Dinner time is

very important to me.

What's up?

Yeah, I'm looking at

some kind of locker key.

Do you know where

that's from?

You never confided

in me where you keep

all your money.

I'm a crook, you know?

All right. Great, thanks,

I'll figure it out.

Hey, wait a minute.

Did you take the passcode

off your phone?

Ehm... yeah, I'm going to

do that now.

I'll do it right now. Okay?

Thanks.

Say hi to Becky from me.

-Wait, who?

- Becky.

Ehm... okay.

-All right.

-How's he doing?

-He just called you Becky.

-Who's this Becky?

She was one of my wives.

I divorced her before

you were born, baby.

This business with Knox...

It's not good.

No.

It's not.

sh*t.

I ordered some food,

this place has great ribs.

I'm a vegan.

Should we...?

Should we be meeting

in public like this?

No one knows us here.

-How's the hand?

-Well, it...

-hurts.

-If anyone asks you about it,

you cut on broken glass.

You were at my house,

we were having a drink.

What? Why would I be

at your place?

You were looking for

your old Hot Wheels,

make something up.

-How are you doing?

-How am I doing?

Yeah, uhm...

Spent the day

at the abortion clinic with...

my 16-year-old daughter

so, bad, I guess.

Pretty bad.

Not sleeping, not eating.

I haven't eaten since yesterday.

Uhm...

My hair is falling out.

So, I'm about to lose

my g*dd*mn mind.

Okay, okay.

You need to get a grip.

I don't know how

to do this, I'm not...

I'm not like you,

you know?

I'm not a k*ller.

You are, though.

What?

A k*ller.

Damn good one, too.

Not half-assed.

I was out at the scene.

Let me put it to you

this way:

that wasn't what you call

a proportional response.

-I lost it.

-Understandable.

But now I need you

to pull it all together, okay?

-You're like

a walking confession.

-I'll try harder.

No, do the opposite.

Relax.

Okay.

Is she your only kid?

We... we lost one early on,

a miscarriage.

-Sorry, it's tough.

-Yeah.

More on Cheryl, actually.

What does she do, Cheryl?

Teaches fourth grade,

public school.

Yeah and... kids love her.

All right.

Boy, you guys are busy.

Working parents,

on the go all the time.

What's the typical day?

Tomorrow for instance,

what would you do tomorrow?

Go get breakfast somewhere

and walk around

Largemouth Village

and then Kaylee has

soccer and...

-You now.

-Do that. Do that.

-Just do that.

-Do that?

- Yeah.

-We can't, she's laid up in bed.

Don't vary your routine,

do what you would normally do.

What happened to vegan?

f*ck it, I'm starving.

I've been starving

for six years.

You ever take the family

up to the cabin?

-The hunting cabin?

-Yeah.

I sold it, remember?

You signed the papers

two years ago.

These are so f*cking good.

Yeah.

I remember that.

You know anything about the...

about if the owners...

I mean, if they use it...

full time or...

part time?

-The buyers?

-Yeah.

Well, I'm not renting it

to them. They...

I sold it to them.

They bought it, they own it.

I have no...

-Right.

-Why would I know

what they do?

Okay, listen to me.

You just need to...

hold it together, okay?

We're almost there,

couple of days.

Okay.

Look at me.

I need you to use my balls.

What?

They're gonna connect Kaylee

to the dead guy.

Then they're gonna

question you.

If you don't think you have

the balls for it, use mine.

Do whatever you think

I would do

if I was on that chair.

All right?

What?

I never hated you, you know?

Well...

Be understandable if you did.

You were a good dad

in your way.

I remember a lot of good.

I remember ball games.

I remember you teaching me...

how to hunt.

I remember you letting me

eat pancakes in the pool.

I worshiped you.

I wanted to be

just like you.

Then, you know, I found out.

And I thought...

What if I did?

Did what?

What if I wound up

just like you?

And here we are.

Yeah, here we are.

All right...

Gelfuso, you're up.

Okay. Scene was

definitely staged.

Ballistics says

all three victims

k*lled with the same g*n.

Uh, didn't see that coming.

That's a fun one.

- They find the g*n?

- Yeah.

It was the one

in shower guy's hand.

Five sh*ts total.

Only prints on the g*n belong

to the dead Spaniard.

Anybody holding out

for a triple m*rder-su1c1de?

That would be a neat trick.

Specially the part

where he reaches out

and turns off the shower

after he's already dead.

- Nice catch.

- Thank you.

What else?

I scoured

every surveillance camera

in the area.

I can't put anyone

in the house with Muncie.

Least of all is

John Knox's character.

We know Knox's movements?

He hasn't used

his credit card

since the m*rder.

Two days before them, he flies

from Burbank to San Francisco

for 22 hours.

Why?

That part,

I haven't figured out yet.

But I got him

on the return flight

then he goes dark.

I think it's time we had a chat

with John Knox.

Go pick him up,

but bring him in voluntarily.

We got nothing

to hold him as a suspect.

All right.

Do you know what electives

you're gonna take this year?

Did you get your syllabus?

Yeah, I actually ended up

getting a class with Michelles.

Mhm!

I got

a pick-up order for Anthony.

I-I just think that it might be

too much this year.

- Thanks.

- Very good.

I'm still gonna do soccer.

I think...

- Hey, excuse me.

- Yeah.

- I saw you looking at my daughter.

- -Do I know you?

- No.

- Hey! Oh, my God!

f*ck you!

John Knox?

Johnny Law.

We got something going on

we'd like to get

your help with.

If you could come with us.

Voluntarily.

Sure.

Why not? It's my day off.

I'll grab a jacket

and I'll follow you down.

Or we could

follow you down.

Better.

She's on my policy. I told you,

and I told the last person.

It was pre-approved.

Her doctor faxed it in.

You know, we go

through the same f*ck...

damn thing every month.

D-don't put me on hold.

We got Knox set up

in Interview Two.

Anything on the other case?

Homer?

Ah... the prints we found

don't match

anything on the system.

The ME confirmed

that there were two blood types

on the scene,

but hadn't had time to run

DNA sequencing to look

for a match on the second guy.

It's always "guys" with you.

-Eh?

-You said "the second guy."

You also said the gate card

was grabbed from behind

by "the guy,"

even though he never saw

his attacker.

It's always "guys" with you.

Fine. The ME has not had time

to run DNA sequencing

to look for a match

on the second

them, they or their.

-Is that better?

-Welcome to the 21st century.

Oh, my God.

Detective. How can I help you?

Save it for the tape.

Detective Emily Ikari,

interviewing potential

material witness, John Knox.

Case number 52698.

Interview is voluntary.

Commencing at 10:46 a.m.

Ah... please state your name

for the record.

John Knox.

Ah, full legal.

Need the middle name.

It's not a trick question.

Those come later.

John Henry Knox.

Okay. I don't know

what game this is,

but let's move on.

You said something about...

me being a witness?

I hope so. I'm working

on the death of your partner.

-I don't have a partner.

-Not anymore.

If you're referring

to Thomas Muncie,

he was an acquaintance.

We never did any work together.

I've been over the crime scene

a dozen times. Ah...

let me tell you

what I think happened.

Sure.

There were three dead bodies

in that room,

all sh*t with the same g*n,

and staged to look

like they k*lled each other.

But... it was clumsy.

Spontaneous. It wasn't planned.

I think someone

k*lled Muncie by mistake

and tried to stage it

to cover it up.

Did you say Ikari?

Are you related

to Peter Ikari?

- That's my father.

- Oh, hell.

I know Pete.

Get him in here.

I'll talk to him.

You know my father?

I just talked to him...

couple days ago.

He used to patrol

my neighborhood.

Mr. Knox, my father is dead.

What?

What happened?

He was sh*t

in the line of duty.

Twelve years ago.

Where are you going

with all this?

Look.

As far

as the Muncie m*rder goes,

I wasn't there.

And if you had anything

to suggest that I was,

I'd be doing this interview

in a jumpsuit right now.

So, as far as you're concerned,

I'm Schrodinger's m*rder*r.

Schro-what now?

At this moment...

I both did

and did not k*ll Muncie.

And with that,

I'm gonna get going.

What's your hurry?

I'm gonna be going away soon.

And before I do,

there are some things...

I better put right.

Interview suspended

10:52 a.m.

What in the f*ck was that?

I don't know.

Strange f*cking tactics.

So what's our next move?

Not sure.

How about we catch

our other k*ller

while I mull it over?

"Walker."

Walker. John Walker.

Damnit.

Miles?

John?

What's with the chrome?

What? Are you gonna sh**t me?

The hell are you doing

in my kitchen?

Can't believe the key

is in the same spot.

-Let me get those groceries.

-No, no, no, no, no. No.

Don't touch the groceries.

What are you doing here?

I'm here.

Hey, I'm...

cashing out.

So there's gonna be...

gonna be some money

coming your way.

I don't want your money.

Let's... let's skip the part

where you pretend

you don't and...

I pretend to talk you into it.

Why are you cashing out?

Going away.

Of course you are.

I meant what I said

about the money.

I never wanted

anything from you...

except for you.

But I guess we both knew

that was too much to ask.

Yeah.

So, anyway. Uhm...

I need you to make sure

Miles takes his share.

That's...

That's harder.

Miles is harder.

Yeah. And have him...

So he can put...

ah... the girl...

She can go...

Go to the, uh...

You know.

Goddammit.

The big school.

- College.

- Yeah.

Yeah, uh...

Yeah.

I mean, you know,

something good has to come out

of all this.

How long you going away for?

There's no coming back

from this one.

They finally caught up

to you, uh?

You must be slipping.

Yeah.

Yeah, you could say that.

So, anyway...

yeah.

Okay.

All right.

Knox...

I still love you.

Just a little.

As much as I hate you,

I wouldn't want to sh**t you,

so...

call ahead next time.

Yeah.

There isn't gonna be

a next time.

You must be

slipping.

But I guess

we both know

that was too much to ask.

Knox.

f*cking...

John?

Sorry. Am I early?

No, uh...

I was just gonna...

why don't I

jump in the shower?

Let's have a drink first.

I'll make you one for once.

I wasn't sure

you'd want me here

after last time.

Why? What happened last time?

You got me worried, Knox.

Jesus, Ruby!

Don't worry about it.

I just gotta get a handle

on this last part

of this thing.

How is the cash out coming?

I got the paintings

and I got the cash, I just have

to get the stones here tonight.

The stones?

Yeah, the stones.

And then I gotta take them

to my guy. He turns everything

into clean cash.

Then I just have to...

cut it into thirds.

Why thirds?

Only got three people

on the list.

You're on the list.

I don't even

look like her, Knox.

Here's

to every Thursday afternoon.

You just get a hand job?

Better.

You're not gonna believe

what Tech just found.

-So tell me.

-No!

No. You gotta hear this

for yourself. Come on!

Okay,

everything we thought we'd find

based on his previous

arrest record.

Oh, God.

But where

it gets interesting

is in his live chats.

He was communicating

with half a dozen

young teen girls.

Convincing them

to send nudes.

When we get the guy

who k*lled this assh*le,

we should give him a medal.

First we let him loose

on a few other guys

I can think of.

It's always guys with you.

There's

one girl he talked to

for over a year,

but then they actually started

to meet up IRL.

IRL?

In real life.

So say that.

They definitely

had sex.

A lot of sex.

They talked about it.

Extensively.

Anybody got a Tums?

Anyway, I was able to trace

her IP address.

She's a 16-year-old girl

in Silver Lake by the name

of Kaylee Iris Knox.

Okay.

Let's talk

to her and her parents.

Wait.

You said "Knox"?

I ran the family.

It's John Knox's

granddaughter.

I'm sorry. Why do you want

to talk to our daughter?

Ah... we just have

a few questions for Kaylee.

And for your husband.

You guys are gonna be

right in here.

Oh, Mr. Knox.

Actually, we're gonna put you

in this room right over here.

Hang on a second.

Just be honest, okay?

Tell the truth.

Detective Ikari is gonna be

right with you.

Like, what if I did?

Detective Emily Ikari, interviewing Miles Knox.

It is...

4:37 p.m.

Andrew Palmer.

What?

Pretty sure you know who he is.

I thought this was

about the fight at the caf.

What fight at what caf?

Okay...

What about that prick?

We know

what happened between you.

You called them?

You said

you wouldn't call them.

-No, we didn't.

-No. You promised

-if I went to the clinic,

you wouldn't tell on him.

-Honey...

Kaylee, Kaylee.

Your parents didn't call us.

Neither your mom or your dad.

What's this about, then?

What do you want to know?

We found chats on his computer

between him and your daughter.

We're pretty sure

you know what's going on.

We know that he r*ped you.

H-he... he didn't r*pe me.

Did you arrest him?

No. He... he's not

in any trouble with the law.

Well, if you're asking me

if I want to press charges,

I don't wanna--

It's too late for that.

He's dead.

Good.

Was it an accident?

'Cause I hope he suffered.

I wanna show you something.

See that there?

That's your car.

Driving into

the gated neighborhood

where Palmer lives.

This is about 20 minutes later.

See by the timestamp. See?

That's you, no doubt.

Yeah, that's me.

Yeah, I went to see him.

So what?

So, somewhere

in this time frame,

Palmer was stabbed to death

in his kitchen.

Wow. You can

narrow the time of death

to 20 minutes?

Modern science.

This is the part

where you tell me

you just went to warn him

to stay away

from your daughter?

Yeah, it's exactly right.

And I might have punched him.

Mhm...

How did you cut

your hand there?

On a glass.

We're gonna find

that glass in your house?

No, I was at...

What do you mean at my house?

Based on this video,

we obtained a warrant

for your house and your car.

They're being searched now.

I'm not gonna say another word

until my attorney gets here.

And that goes

for my underaged daughter.

Stop talking to her. Right now.

You all right?

Hey, man. Are you okay?

Yeah.

We got you.

Do you, now?

Don't say anything.

Sure.

I'll do the talking.

Show you what we found?

Your bloody clothes found

in a dumpster

behind your apartment.

What? Bullshit.

The m*rder w*apon...

hidden in a heating vent

in your apartment.

No, no.

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

-That's not right.

-Miles, stop talking.

The Kn*fe has prints

all over it.

We'll be pulling yours

for comparison

in about five minutes.

Me? I'm confident.

Long, blonde hair recovered

from the lapel of your coat.

Would you wanna bet

it matches the victim?

Don't speak.

Miles Knox, I'm arresting you

for the m*rder

of Andrew Palmer.

You have the right

to remain silent.

Anything you say

can be held against you

in a court of law.

Here, a little coin

for your trouble.

I'm good. I'm glad

you guys showed up.

Take care of him.

Thank you.

All kinds of people

make this world, don't they?

Okay, pal.

How are you even here?

I'm the last person

you called, see?

Give Ludmilla your keys.

She'll drive your Caddy back.

I can drive my own car.

It's right

around the corner.

50 meters away. Come.

Hey,

congrats on the arrest.

Thanks.

I found out

why Knox went

to San Francisco.

He was there

to see a doctor.

!Ah... Doctor...

Frederick Burns.

The neurologist?

How do you know that?

Obviously,

I couldn't get

any medical records,

but the guy specializes

in treating dementia.

Okay. Good work.

Thank you.

Did you at least

get what you came for?

Yeah... yeah.

Xavier...

I can only remember about...

Three hours of today.

It's like a curtain

coming down.

That's rough.

Why me?

I mean, you know.

Trained k*ller, Army,

and all that, I know, but...

Why'd you pull me in?

That brain of yours.

I knew you'd understand

the training

I was putting you through.

You know, in all this time...

Mhm?

Never left a print behind,

no DNA, nothing.

Mmm...

I learned from the master.

What's your count, anyway?

Two.

Two?

Come on.

The cabbie in Chicago and...

a woman in the shower.

Two civilians. f*ck.

You know...

Muncie...

he liked to talk

about the targets, you know.

Pimps, drug dealers,

traffickers.

Yeah.

I think it made him

feel better.

He never got what it was...

really all about.

Which was?

Guys caught behind enemy lines.

That's all.

So...

We only have

two steps left.

Your visit and my call.

Visit and a call.

Visit and the call,

visit and the call.

I can do that.

Keep the notes

in your pocket.

I'll remind you when to go.

You'll be done

tomorrow.

I'm scared.

Yeah

I figured.

Hey...

I need you to do

one more thing for me.

Finish my cash out.

Take my stuff to Philo.

You wanna put me

in charge of your money?

You know I'm a thief.

You're not gonna steal from me.

No...

Probably not.

Wait here.

I'll bring it out.

Okay, yeah.

I'm sorry, Knox.

It's a lot of money.

Can't argue with that.

-Now what?

-Get the stones.

Ah...

Easy, easy, easy.

Where you going, huh?

Eh?

Knox...

How were you gonna

split the take?

Four equal shares.

That's funny?

Yeah, it is.

You were gonna get a third.

What?

You were one of the three.

You're thinking

of your ex-wife.

No, Annie.

It was you.

My Thursday afternoon date

for the last four years.

My ex-wife,

my son...

and you.

All you had to do...

was nothing.

He wants to make

a change to the list.

Take off the last name,

the hooker.

No problemo.

You split it even, fifty-fifty,

between the wife and the son.

Carve out something for you?

No, I'm good.

What the hell, Dad?

I don't understand

why you'd--

- Wait, wait, wait. Stop.

- I don't understand...

Stop. Just listen to me.

I'm so confused.

I went to you for help.

Why? Why would you

do this to me?

You're the reason

I went to prison.

I'm what?

The tax evasion thing.

You're the one

who ratted me out.

What the hell? I didn't know

anything about you back then.

I did six years

because of you.

No, no. That's not true.

That's not true, Dad.

Listen to me.

I think you're losing it.

Something's wrong with you.

Why would... Why would you

think I would do that?

Look at me.

It was you.

You turned me in.

I did not!

I didn't do it, Dad!

That's not true!

Dad, listen to me!

Listen to me!

Dad! Goddammit!

Listen to me!

Why would I do that

even if I knew!

You're wrong!

-Hey, Ikari.

-What?

There's a problem

with the Palmer evidence.

-Which evidence?

-All of it.

It's a first.

There is a problem

with the blood on the clothes.

Evidence of Erythromycin.

That's a molecular breakdown

consistent with freezing.

The blood on the clothes was

frozen for at least 12 hours

before it was thawed

and put on the fabric.

Put?

Yeah. Same with the Kn*fe.

Wait... that's not

the m*rder w*apon?

No, it definitely is,

and the blood is the victim's.

The issue is

with the fingerprints.

No. I saw the comparison.

They matched

Miles Knox's prints,

no question.

Yes, but they contained

traces of monomers.

Butyl acrylate

and methyl methacrylate.

Packing tape.

Also, some sort

of household spice.

I'm sorry, detective.

The prints on the Kn*fe

were planted.

Planted?

-Christ...

-And then, there's the hair

from the coat.

It's really impossible

that this was

the only thing we found.

I've been over this

three times.

In my opinion, this jacket

was never anywhere

near the crime scene.

But we have the video.

Yeah...

about that...

f*ck me!

Hey.

You're almost home.

One more step.

Okay.

I'm gonna

make the call.

You just sit tight.

Oh, did you get rid

of the notebook?

Yeah, I did.

Because this all goes to hell

if they find the notebook.

You understand?

- It's gone.

- -What did you do with it?

I b*rned it.

Okay.

I'll make the call

and it's over.

Yeah, good.

Hey, eh... X.

You should...

probably tell her I got

three dead bodies over here.

Do you have...

three dead bodies in there?

I do.

- Three?

- Three.

Oh, John.

Yeah.

Listen...

Good luck.

It's

almost imperceptible

to the naked eye,

but there's a jump there.

And if you go

into the root file,

someone clearly deleted

the original timestamp

and wrote over it.

Hard to spot, but it's there.

Meaning what?

He could have driven

in-and-out of the gate

on any day, at any time.

The footage was

simply spliced in.

Miles Knox was framed?

It's what it looks like.

It doesn't add up.

Nothing makes sense.

Detective Ikari.

-Not now.

-There's a phone call for you.

- I said not now!

- Okay, but...

This guy says

it has something to do

with John Knox.

This is detective Ikari.

You know Aristotle Knox?

You should get up

to his bungalow

Why the hell

would I do that?

He's got

three dead bodies in there.

Who is this?

An anonymous,

concerned citizen.

Don't move! Do not move!

God bodies.

What happened?

Jesus, Knox.

-Put your hands

behind your back.

-All right.

Let's go.

Hey, hey! Ikari!

You're gonna want

to check this out.

Why would he...?

What the hell is this?

What?

Jesus Christ.

It was him.

My client won't be

making any statements.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I'll do the talking again.

You can wait outside.

So, Miles.

We know you didn't k*ll

Andrew Palmer.

- What?

- You're in the clear.

We're dropping all the charges.

You'll walk out of here

in half an hour a free man.

But first, tell me again

how you cut your hand.

On a broken glass.

Where?

At my father's house.

Why were you there?

Don't say anything.

At least...

tell me about your dad.

In general terms.

- Don't.

- Wait.

In general terms?

A lousy jerk.

And a hothead?

Yeah, that's right.

He's abusive.

He's a despicable human being.

See, I get that.

But how big a prick

do you need to be...

to frame your own son

for m*rder?

I don't follow.

I got all the evidence.

Everything he used to frame you

was in his house.

He planted your prints

on the m*rder w*apon,

hid it in your wall,

put the victim's blood

on your clothes,

his hair on your clothes.

Put your blood

from that broken glass

at the m*rder scene.

Why would he do that?

Why does he hate you so much?

'Cause I turned him in.

What do you mean?

The tax case

he went to prison for.

I was the one

who called the IRS.

Mhm... no.

The file says that was

someone named--

File's wrong.

It was me.

We never could tie

that g*n to you.

Looks like you got away

with that one.

But just between us...

tell me.

It was you who sh*t Muncie,

wasn't it?

Muncie coming?

Muncie is dead.

You k*lled him.

They have newspapers here.

Muncie likes

to read the newspaper.

0-5-2-3!

Sorry.

He's not doing well.

Why do you wanna see him?

He tried to frame you.

Yeah, I mean...

He still k*lled the man

who r*ped my daughter.

And that's okay

with you? m*rder?

If I could, I'd dig Palmer up

and I'd k*ll him again.

By the way, they're

moving him

to a medical facility tomorrow.

I tried to get

a move sooner, but...

bureaucracy.

He went so fast,

didn't he?

Fortunately for you.

How do you mean?

If he hadn't been

losing his mind,

he might have gotten away

with framing you.

Lucky for me, then.

Yeah.

Hey, Dad.

Is it Sunday?

No, no. It's not.

It's Wednesday, Dad.

-Why?

-Well...

My son likes football.

Is that so?

Yeah.

Sometimes we go

to the Rose Bowl.

I bet he loves that.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

But...

Sunday...

I love you, Dad.

Yeah.

- Who wants to get b*at?

- I don't know it.