01x13 - One to the Heart

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- Whoa.
- Yeah.

- Last night was...
- Unexpected?

Full of surprises.

Like Christmas or a haunted house?

Well, there was a lot of moaning.

So what happens now?

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

You oversleep or you
forget our workout, huh?

Hey, Chris. Sorry.

Yeah. The... The night got away from me.

So I see.

Look, how about I meet you
at the gym in a half-hour?

You sure you don't want longer?

I'll see you there.

- Do you think she saw me?
- She saw.

[GROANS] Well, that is a 7.5

- on the awkward scale.
- Look, don't worry, alright?

Chris is as discreet as they come.

Yeah, well, it's not just about Chris.

What happens when we go back to work?

Okay, I've slept with colleagues before.

You know, you think it doesn't
change things, but it does.

- Things get weird.
- They don't have to.

I mean, we're grown-ups.

We can deal with this.

Maybe we just had to get this
out of our system.

Yeah, you know, a-a-and now that we have,

things don't have to change at all.

We can act like it never happened.

Right. We go to work,
we meet with clients,

we solve cases.

We're partners. That's it.

- That's all.
- That's all.

Oh, I got to go meet Syd for breakfast.

No, no, you're not gonna tell
her about this.

Of course not.

Alright, well, I'll see you
at the office... partner.

Yeah.

See? Already weird.

♪♪

And what if you haven't
gotten it out of your system?

Neither of us wants to
ruin what we have, right?

Even if it leads to something better?

And what if it doesn't, huh?

- [GRUNTS]
- That was for being stupid.

Look, you thought having her
around was gonna be a disaster,

and look what happened.

Business is better, and you're
not grumpy all the time.

Okay, which is exactly why I
don't want things to change.

This is why I stepped away.

Our deal was only until one
of us found something more.

Whether you admit it or not,

this thing with Sam
has been going on for months.

Pretending it's not there
isn't gonna make it go away.

[EXHALING SHARPLY]

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

But I got to ask...

how was it?

She seemed to like it.

Are you sure? I mean, she is an actress.

Oh...

[LAUGHING]

♪♪

Hey, Syd.

Something's different.

No. I'm the same.

I mean, my hair's longer.

You had sex.

Doesn't the program say you're
supposed to wait a year?

It's just suggested.

I mean, it's not a rule.

Just don't tell me that it's Eddie.

[GROANS]

Well, I guess it was inevitable.

And hey, who am I to judge, right?

It only happened once.

Well, three times, technically.

But we agreed...
we're not doing it again.

The fact that you think
it's not gonna happen again

is adorable.

So, listen. This whole P.I. thing

is getting some attention.

There have been a couple of
requests for auditions...

not worth sharing until now.

There's a lead role in a big movie

with this brilliant director.

And they want you to audition.

Now, it's a real long shot,
but that's not the point.

The point is, the phones
are ringing again.

So, if you're willing to audition...

Yes. Yes, that is amazing.

[CELLPHONE CHIMES]

Oh.

I got to go.

But thank you, Syd.

♪♪

BERTO: Hey, Sam.
- Hi.

You look so happy.

- [CHUCKLING] Do I?
- She's smiling.

That usually indicates happiness.

Your date with Troy must have gone well.

I didn't hear you come home last night.

With Troy, yeah.

I was going out with Troy last night.

Oh, yeah, how...
how was your date with Troy?

It went really, really well.

So well.

- [CHUCKLES]
- You look happy, too.

- Do I?
- [GIGGLES]

Your client's waiting in
the conference room.

Her name's Emily Speer.

She doesn't look happy.

Hey, put this in, uh, my office
for me, alright?

They did it.

Pretty obvious.

[SIGHS] Things are gonna get weird.

Tough luck, Troy.

So, uh, how'd it go with Syd?

Oh, I got an audition.

For?

Well, it's a movie.

Um, Syd says it's a long shot,

but I thought I might as well
dip my toe in, see how it feels.

That's great. Really.

♪♪

[BOTH CHUCKLE]

I guess we shouldn't keep her waiting.

- [SIGHS]
- [CLEARS THROAT]

Five days ago, I was the
happiest I've ever been.

I was engaged to the man of
my dreams... Jackson Bristol.

SAM: Oh, he's very handsome.

He's a horse's a*s.

Four days ago,
I was coming home from work

and went to my closet to get undressed.

Jack's half of the closet...
completely empty.

The son of a b*tch even took the hangers.

It was as if he'd never even been there.

He didn't even leave a note?

Not even a damn phone charger.

Do you have any idea what
prompted him to go?

Yeah, my money.

$2.3 million in savings

and every bit of valuable
jewelry that I own.

I run a multi-million-dollar business.

I'm in Mensa, for God's sake.

As much as it kills me to admit it,

I think I've been conned.

Have you gone to the police?

What? So that it can be public?

And everyone can say
"Oh, poor, poor Emily.

Did you hear what happened?" No.

Been there.

And you have no idea
where he might've gone?

The only thing I have left
of his is this.

Well, that's quite a watch.

He said it was a family heirloom.

I-I went to go get the band replaced

for an early engagement present and...

I don't know. Maybe you could use it

to help find him.

Uh, we can't make any promises,

but we'll do our best to find him.

I know he's out there.

He's spending my hard-earned money.

He's just laughing at me...

all because I fell in love with him.

A word of advice...

Never fall in love.

♪♪

I thought that went well.

Just our everyday, normal case interview.

Yep. Business as usual.

Don't look at me like that.

Like what?

Your eyes at my eyes.

BERTO: Hey. So, everything that

Emily's fiancé told her was a lie.

There is no Jackson Bristol.

- And what about the watch?
- Top-of-the-line Petro-Robért.

No engravings, no markings.

Did you run the serial number?

It's not registered as stolen,

and the watch company
won't release owner info

- without a court order.
- So, we can't trace it?

Well, we can't, but I might know
someone who can.

Why don't you give Hieronymus a call?

- Hieronymus?
- Yeah, my watch guy.

You have a watch guy?

She's quite the little unicorn,
isn't she?

You know this watch?

Every horologist worth his salt

knows the Petro-Robért Midnight Turbillon

limited edition 2005.

It's a bit of a holy grail
for collectors.

- Why is that?
- Only 18 were made.

None have ever hit the market.

Retailed for $125,000,

and probably worth twice that today.

The real tragedy...

it was sold into bondage
to unworthy vulgarians

as door prizes for
the sacking of our economy.

Door prizes?

So to speak.

The entire lot was purchased

by some investment-banking firm in 2005

as thank-you gifts for their
Mergers and Acquisition team

for closing a $10-billion deal.

Is that right? Do you know
the name of that firm?

So I accessed DBR Capital's
public records

and pulled the list of the 2005 M&A team.

Most of them are either
still with the firm

or at least in New York City.

But one of them moved to L.A. in 2008

- to start his own hedge fund.
- What's his name?

Mitch Rhoads, Rhoads Investments.

You know where we can find him?

♪♪

There!

[GASPS]

Thanks.

♪♪

Maybe you should let go...

Maybe I should.

[VEHICLE APPROACHING]

[ENGINE STOPS, CAR DOOR OPENS]

Mr. Rhoads.

I don't take stock pitches in
the parking garage,

and I don't shake hands in the washroom.

If you want an appointment,
call my secretary.

We're not here for
stock picks, Mr. Rhoads.

We think we may have something
that belongs to you.

♪♪

- Where'd you get it?
- Is it yours?

Yeah, it is.

We're private investigators.

You recognize this guy?

Yeah. This guy took my watch.

By "took," do you mean "stole"?

Actually, I lost it to him
in a poker game.

Do you know where we can find him?

Sorry, I don't really know the guy.

Well, you knew him well enough
to lose this watch to him.

Look, I got this, okay?

He's a regular at the Starland game.

Starland? Wait, I know that game.

It's an underground poker night
made up of a-list celebs

and random rich people.

Yep, and your boy was there
every time I was.

So I called some friends who
used to play in Starland.

They told me that it's being held

in the penthouse suite
at the Nouveau Hotel.

- Did you find out when?
- Yes, tomorrow night.

Look, even if we could get in,
we can't confront him there.

I mean, a place like that is
gonna have security and muscle.

We got to figure out a way to get Jackson

to a neutral territory
without him rabbiting.

I have an idea. Our con man
likes taking advantage

of single, lonely rich girls.

Maybe we should put one in his path.

I don't know. You have one in mind?

Me! I go to the game,

I make him think that he's
charming the pants off me,

and then I lure him to a neutral
place where Emily can confront him,

and we can get all of Emily's money back.

You really do think you're irresistible?

Oh, well you sure seem to think so.

Okay, then.

Let's go con our con man.

No, I get it. Thanks, Ben.

Yeah, I appreciate it.
That's good to know.

Okay, thanks, bye.

- Well?
- We're in.

Ben said he'll vouch for me.

- Ben?
- Actor friend. Big card player.

Played a brooding superhero.

Oh, sometimes not dropping names
is worse than dropping names.

Play starts at 10:00 P.M.

It's a Hollywood game, so I'm
gonna have to change my look.

If I'm too recognizable,
and someone knows I'm a P.I.,

it might scare off our mark.

So, what do you think? Blonde or redhead?

Oh, blonde. Definitely blonde.

♪♪

♪♪

The name's Blonde. Jane Blonde.

[LAUGHS] With a license to k*ll.

Nice bling.

I borrowed it from my jewelry guy

Oh, you have a jewelry guy?

Yeah, well, if you want
to catch the big fish,

you need the right lure.

Here's your ear piece, keycard...

...and our client's retainer.

- Hey, try not to lose it.
- Relax.

I'm actually a very good poker player.

I used to clean out all my castmates

during late-night shoots.

Oh. Maybe we should play sometime?

Oh, yeah? What are the stakes?

No limit.

So you think he'll hit on me, too?

Well, if he doesn't, he's dead inside.

♪♪

♪♪

This is just like "Molly's Game".

Do you see our guy?

♪♪

Fox is in the hole.

What's that supposed to be,
some kind of code?

Shh, he's coming over here.

- You know he can't hear me, right?
- Right.

Alright, remember,
once you think you have him,

bring him down to the room.
We're in 2423.

That's some dress. If you came to play,

I think you may have already won.

I find I win more when the other
players are distracted.

- I see it's already working.
- [LAUGHS]

Jack Johnston.

I haven't seen you at the game before.

Lexi Payton. I'm new.

I just moved here from New York.

- What brings you to L.A.?
- Opportunity.

HOSTESS: Looks like everybody's here.

Just a reminder, it's a $10,000
buy-in, antes are $50 and $100.

♪♪

Players, please draw cards for seats.

♪♪

Oh, look at that, we're seatmates.

- Must be kismet.
- Can I get you two a drink?

I'll have a glass of the Chambertin 2005.

And can I please get that
in a Burgundy Glass?

Yes.

I'll have sparkling water with lime.

You're not planning on taking
advantage of me, are you?

Ante up.

♪♪

[CHIPS CLINK]

♪♪

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♪♪

Raise $2,000.

Looks like it's just me and you, Jack.

You've been playing it safe all night.

You ready to make your move?

How do I know you're not bluffing?

There's only one way to find out.

Call.

♪♪

Guess I wasn't bluffing.

Pretty lucky night.

Play your cards right,
maybe you'll get lucky, too.

♪♪

Sorry, guys, I need a break.

Could you deal me out of this hand?

Eddie. Eddie.

What's the matter? Deacon just walked in.

- Deacon? Did he see you?
- Yes.

He's gonna blow our play.
Can you get out of there?

Too late.

[CLEARS THROAT]

Scotch, neat.

[CLEARS THROAT]

Samantha Swift.

And in disguise no less.

Don't worry, whatever you're
working, I won't give you away.

Why are you here?

After you and your pal Eddie
sent me to prison,

I was uninvited from
my regular card game.

But these folks here, well,

they love being able to say
that they lost a hand

to an alleged crime boss.

You know, but I keep telling
them that I'm innocent...

but as you know, once your
reputation's been sullied,

it's just so hard to repair.

See you around, Sam.

[SIGHS] He's gone.

Sam, we should abort.
You need to get out of there.

No, the plan's working.

I can do this.

Well, then do it fast.

♪♪

Cashing out.

♪♪

The room's just here.

Don't you just love going home a winner?

[LAUGHS]

- After you...
- Oh.

- Whoa! Whoa!
- Put your hands up.

Hands up!

Emily.

- You tricked me. That's right.
- How does it feel?

You lied to me.
You told me that you loved me.

- How could you do that?
- It was business.

"Business"?

It was my life. My heart.

And I want it back.

All the money. All the jewels.

Sorry, Emily, that's not how this works.

That's how it works today.

So let me tell you what's gonna
happen, Jack...

Or Tim, or Simon, whatever
your name really is.

...first, you're going to
apologize to Miss Spear.

Then you're gonna return
every cent that you took.

And then you're gonna leave town.

And if you don't do that,
I guess we're just gonna

have to hand you over to the cops.

Okay, fine. I agree.

She gets her money back

and her jewels and I walk free, right?

- Just give me the...
- [SILENCED g*nsh*t, GLASS BREAKS]

Down! Get down!

♪♪

♪♪

Given the trajectory of the
shot, we think the sn*per fired

from an empty office across the way.

Uniforms are searching, but still
no sign of the sn*per's nest.

Who knew you were gonna be in this room?

- Besides us, no one.
- Well, someone knew.

Is it possible your client wanted more

than just her money back?

No, she didn't even know
what room we'd be in

- until she got here.
- Any idea who he really is?

Jessup Lance.

The IDs are all fake, but his
prints are in the system.

He's wanted by the feds
for multiple scams...

bank fraud, wire fraud.

It could be another
angry victim wanting payback.

Possibly, but that still doesn't
answer the question...

how did they know he was gonna
be here, in this room?

Detective.

♪♪

Do you think it's possible
that it was someone

from the card game? Deacon.

Maybe, but like Chris said,

how did they know that
he'd be in this room?

You didn't tell her about the key.

So it could disappear
into an evidence locker?

You saw how he reacted when you found it.

I'm thinking whatever is going on,

it has something to do with this.

And if want to have any hope at
getting Emily's money back,

we need to find out what.

♪♪

According to the key's bitting code,

it's to an H&R barrel lock system,

commonly used for storage lockers.

Yeah, and the L.W.S.?

I searched Google, Yahoo, Bing.

There's no L.W.S. in L.A. that
suggests the use of lockers.

But honestly, it could refer to anything.

Look, given the numbers
that are stamped on it,

we know it's some kind of
commercial locker.

And given the way that the guy
reacted when you found it,

I mean, it's pretty clear
that whatever's in there,

he doesn't want found.

That rules out temporary
and public lockers...

bus stations, airports, gyms, spas.

Too much risk of someone with a master
key getting curious and accessing it.

Maybe it's something he rented long-term.

Ooh! Golf club or country club?

If he's a member, then
he might have a locker.

Yeah, except there...
there's no country clubs

in the area with the initials L.W.S.

Maybe a store-it-yourself facility?

Well, no, most storage places,
you provide your own lock.

I mean, this is a little more high-end.

High end... When he ordered
his wine, he insisted

that it be served in
the right kind of wine glass.

Yeah, he's a wine snob.

Yeah, and people who don't
have wine cellars...

...sometimes store their bottles
in climate-controlled lockers

at wine-storage facilities.

W.S... Wine Storage.

Berto, look up wine storage
places in L.A.

[KEYBOARD CLACKING]

There.

La Brea Wine Storage...

L.W.S.

♪♪

Bingo.

- Whoa. No wonder he was anxious.
- All that must be worth...

Millions. Look at this. Cash, fake IDs.

That necklace. Those diamonds...

Those aren't just our client's jewels.

No, maybe he's run this scam before.

Look, there's wire transfers,
offshore accounts.

Maybe we can use these
to trace Emily's money.

♪♪

[SCREAMS] Hey!

Hey.

[GRUNTS]

Get the bag.

Eddie, are you okay?!
Eddie, are you all right?

♪♪

Oh, my God.

♪♪

You know, you don't have
to take care of me.

Be quiet.

I know I'm not a doctor,
but I have played one on TV.

Who do you think those guys were?

I don't know, but they were waiting.

And they must've followed us
to get that duffel.

You think one of them is the sh**ter?

Could be, or someone connected
to the sh**ter.

If they k*lled Jessup,

this is about more than
just stolen jewelry.

- We need to tell Christine.
- Tell her what?

That we lied to her about the key?

We got jumped and we
lost crucial evidence.

Look, I'd rather just take a
minute and try to figure out

who did this first.

How are we gonna do that?

There's plenty of traffic cams
in the area.

I'm sure Berto will be
able to find that car

and pull the plates.

Ooh.

- Ooh. Sorry.
- It's okay.

That's not the first time
I've been jumped.

Well, it's not even the first
time this week.

[LAUGHS]

♪♪

♪♪

This is a bad idea.

Yeah. Yeah, it is.

- Last time.
- Okay.

♪♪

_

[LAUGHS]

[CELLPHONE RINGS, BUZZES]

Hey, what's up, Chris?

Hey. Uh, you think you could
meet me at the morgue?

There's something I need to show you.

I just got my life together again.

And now you're asking me to take
a wrecking ball to everything?

I can't believe this.

Why did you have to show up now?

[WHIMPERS]

Sam, you just blew us away.

Look, you made Sara cry.

Thanks? Sorry, Sara.

So if you want it, the part's yours.

[GASPS]

♪♪

Uh-oh. You look serious.

Did I do something wrong?

We found something.

Eddie.

Tell him.

We just got back the ballistics report.

The round that k*lled your con
artist was from a .338 Magnum.

It's not your typical
civilian ammunition.

It's favored by military and mercenaries.

The LAPD Firearms Analysis Unit

analyzed the striations on the slug,

and they found a match in the system...

to an unsolved homicide
from three years ago.

Chris...

I'm sorry, Eddie.

But the weapon the sh**ter
used to k*ll Jessup Lance...

It's the same one that k*lled
your friend, Marnie Stahr.

♪♪

♪♪

Monica, I have the most amazing news.

I don't think now's the best time.

Did something happen?

You better ask Eddie.

There's been another victim?

Yeah, a client of mine.

k*lled three years ago.

While I was protecting her.

Marnie Stahr.

She was a human-rights lawyer

working a number of high-profile cases.

She must've made the wrong people angry

because she started to get death threats.

She hired me to investigate.

But the threats, they kept getting worse.

So I put her on
round-the-clock protection.

How did it happen?

♪♪

She'd been holed up in a hotel for a week

and just wanted to get some air.

Talked me into letting her go out...

♪♪

We were in a city park.

There's no way anyone could've
known we were there.

She wanted me to buy some
ice cream so I'd lighten up.

♪♪

[g*nsh*t]

♪♪

I didn't even see where
the shot came from.

♪♪

She died in my arms.

I never found the sh**ter.

She was more than just a client.

♪♪

I couldn't protect her.

But now I have a chance to find

the guy who did this and put him away.

I mean, these cases,
they have to be connected.

I just need to figure out how.

What if they're connected,
but not like you think?

What are the odds that the man
you were standing next to

in the hotel room
would be shot by the same

exact weapon as Marnie Stahr.

Okay, that just can't be a coincidence.

And Deacon being at that same
hotel at that game,

what if he's behind this,

and he's dangling
Marnie's m*rder as bait.

- Bait for what?
- He wants to destroy you...

or... or both of us...
for what we did to him.

Maybe he's behind this and
he's... he's playing us somehow.

What if he is, Sam? So, what,

are we supposed to sit back
and let him get away with it?

What if this is the way
to finally get him?

To beat him at his own game?

My eyes are wide open.

Well, it doesn't matter
if you're blinded by emotion.

All I know is that her sh**ter
is still out there,

and I have a chance to finally find him.

To finally end this thing.

What does Christine think?

What she always thinks.

That I should stay out of it
and let the cops handle it.

Yeah, well, she's right this time.
You need to sit this one out.

Sit this out?

You're kidding, right?

- Do I sound like I'm kidding?
- Three years, Sam!

Three years I have looked for a lead.

I finally have one!

I mean, how can you not get that?

Oh, I get it.

Okay, you want to ride into
battle on your white horse,

and you want to destroy a person

who k*lled someone that you cared about.

That is who you are. I know that.

And so does Deacon.

We don't even know that he's involved!

All this talk about us being partners

and you're not gonna back me on this?

Not when you're being stupid!

When have I ever not had your back?

I'm trying to protect you, okay?

I don't want to see you
get hurt... or dead.

Yeah, well, I can take care of myself.

I've been doing it since
long before you showed up.

So if you don't want to back me on this,

then I don't want you around.

♪♪

[DOOR OPENS]

♪♪

[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES]

Berto, any luck finding
the guys who jumped me?

What the hell are you doing?

- What?
- Pushing her away like that.

She's been the best thing
to happen to you in years.

Did you find the car or not?

I pulled traffic-cam footage
from the city system.

Caught this nearby
right after you were jumped.

That's the car. You run it?

Yeah.

It's registered to a Jimmy Dante.

That's him.

Eddie, he's mob.

Dante's an enforcer for
the Spolano crime family.

Great. Find him.

♪♪

The conflict was inevitable.

Both of your emotional states
were already heightened.

- Why do you say that?
- Because obviously you slept together,

which means there's more at stake.

- How'd you know that?
- It's why you're so upset with him.

No, I'm not upset with him.
I'm upset for him.

He blames himself for this woman's death,

but it wasn't his fault!

Which makes him vulnerable.

He is walking into a trap,

and I need to find a way
to prove it before he does.

♪♪

♪♪

Emily!

- Oh, Sam.
- Hey.

God, I'm still so rattled
from the other night.

Hey, have you had any
movement on the case?

Oh, we have some promising leads.

I just... I wanted to ask you something.

I'm curious. How did you
come to hire our agency?

Did someone recommend you to us?

Yes, it was an old colleague of mine.

I was confiding in her
about what was going on,

and she said she had heard
good things about you two.

What's her name? I'd like to thank her.

Evelyn.

- Evelyn Collette.
- Thanks, Emily.

I-I'll let you know
if we find out anything.

Sam...

Evelyn Collette.

Her maiden name is Chambers.

As in Judge Noah B. Chambers?

She's Deacon's sister.

♪♪

[CAR ALARM CHIRPS]

♪♪

Remember me? Drive.

♪♪

You took the wrong guy, pal.

Do you have any idea who I am?

I know exactly who you are,
and I took you anyway.

If I were you, that would scare me.

Jessup Lance. k*lled with
a .338 Magnum at 200 yards.

Oh, I had nothing to do with that.

I wasn't done.

You see, I know all about you, Jimmy.

Arson. Racketeering.

Key suspect in some gangland
slayings. All at close range.

But a shot like that, 200 yards?

That takes skill.

Skills you don't have.

You didn't take that shot.

I want to know who did.

You're not a cop.

Why would you even care about him?

Him? You think I care about him?

This guy's a lowlife, okay?

He had it coming!

She didn't.

Look at her.

This is who I care about.

Three years ago, she was k*lled
by the same g*nman.

So this is personal?

Oh, yeah, this is personal.

So let me tell you how it is.

Right now, you are the only thing

standing between me and him.

And I am a freight train.

So you can sit here and get obliterated,

or get off the tracks.

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Where's Eddie?

I've been trying him,
but he won't answer.

He's running down
the guy that jumped you.

- The guy's a mobster.
- And he went after him alone?

I tried stopping him,
but he's not thinking clearly.

He's gonna get himself k*lled.

Berto, this mobster, do you know

if he has any connection to Deacon?

I'm not sure. Christine would know.

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The Spolanos?

Yeah, they have a stranglehold
on the Long Beach docks.

Word is, Deacon's organization employed
them to bring product into the States.

- So they're connected.
- Sam, what's going on?

Eddie's in trouble.

I think he's being set up.
Berto, we need to find him.

Can you track his phone?

We were hunting Jessup Lance for months.

He pulled the same con on
Old Man Spolano's daughter.

Middle of planning the wedding.

He took her for nearly a mil.

We finally got a tip that
he was gonna be at the game.

Had it all set up to take him
down to the river.

And then we found out
that you were on the case.

So the old man worried
that Jessup would wind up

in police protection
and we'd lose our shot.

So we asked a friend
to recommend a specialist.

Someone outside the family.

Someone who wouldn't come back
to our doorstep.

Contract k*ller.

Karl Kahn.

Odds are, if he k*lled your
girl, someone paid him to do it.

Where can I find him?

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[LOCK CLICKS]

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[TIRES SCREECH]

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Why'd you k*ll her? Huh? Why?

- [SIREN CHIRPS]
- Who paid you? Who paid you?

Who wanted her dead?!

Put it down, Eddie! Now!

I can't, Chris. He's the one.

He was paid to k*ll her. All
the evidence is upstairs.

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CHRISTINE: Mr. Kahn, I'll ask you again.

What's your connection to Jessup Lance?

To Marnie Stahr?

Tell me about the expl*si*n
that took out your apartment.

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Let me ask you a question.

Are you gonna charge me with something?

Because your time's almost up.

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- He's not talking...
- Chris, he's baiting us, okay?

- He's the guy.
- I've got nothing on him.

Whatever proof you had was
destroyed in the expl*si*n.

He blew up his own apartment.

Can't you hold him on arson?

According to the arson unit, all
the evidence points to a gas leak.

Because he staged it to look like one!

Chris, he k*lled Marnie.

Eddie, I'm sorry.

I can't hold him any longer.
I got to cut him loose.

We can't let him walk!

There's got to be something
we can do to keep him here.

At least until we can build a case.

Eddie, Eddie, you're spinning, okay?
This is what Deacon wants.

What you need to do is walk away.

So he can disappear
and slip away forever?

If that book is any indication,

he's k*lled at least a dozen people.

Better luck next time.

What'd you say?

Let him go, Eddie!

Eddie, come on! Stop it!
You could k*ll him!

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I need some air.

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Sam?

[SIGHS] It's late.

You just took off.

Yeah.

Yeah, I just needed to walk, to think.

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You know, you were right.

I shouldn't have gone after it.

I lost control.

I did things I promised myself
I would never do.

I thought I was past all this.

You know, sometimes,

even though you're done with feelings,

they're not necessarily done with you.

Which is why I usually try to avoid them.

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What are we doing, Sam?

I have no idea.

And it's way more complicated now.

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Hey, you... you had an audition.

How'd it go?

We don't need to talk about that now.

You got the part.

I did.

It's the lead,
the break I was hoping for.

You're gonna take it, right?

I haven't... yet.

[SIGHS]

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I can't do both.

I know.

So where does that leave us?

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[POLICE RADIO CHATTER]

[POLICE RADIO CHATTER]

Mick?

He was beaten, he was tortured,

and he was shot close range.

- Chris, there was a witness.
- Who?

- Detective Rollins.
- Lieutenant.

Uniforms found a hidden camera,
part of a wildlife survey.

They were able to pull video.

I need you to take a look.

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Chris, that license plate...

that's Eddie's car.

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[CELLPHONE RINGS, BUZZES]

Hello?

DEACON: Hello, Eddie.

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Deacon?

It was nice to see Sam the other night.

It was good to see the two
of you are doing so well.

Why are you calling?

Just checking in on my old pal.

Hey, that case the two
of you were working,

how did that turn out?

It turned out just fine.

Did it, now? That's nice to hear.

Sam has a new movie.

She must be thrilled.

- What do you want? Huh?
- That's funny.

When the two of you sent me to prison,

I asked myself that same question...

what do I want?

Well, Eddie,

prison has a way of clarifying things.

Making them simple.

Oddly enough,
at this particular moment...

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...I have everything I want.

- [BEEP]
- What?

- [KNOCK ON DOOR]
- LAPD! Open up!

What? What's happening?

I don't know.

[KNOCKING CONTINUES]

Hey! Hey!

Step back, Valetik.
Hands where I can see 'em.

[HANDCUFFS CLICKING]

Chris, what's happening?

What's going on?

Eddie Valetik, you're under arrest...

...for the m*rder of Karl Kahn.

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