04x10 - Game On

[bunniefuu]

Carrie. I saved you a spot.

Hey, Frank.

You ready to watch your Major
Crimes runner get beat?

You know, you're a
glutton for punishment.

Every year you come here

expecting the 44th to win,
and every year you lose.

Last year, your runner
came in what, 19th?

With a running time
of 27 minutes 9 seconds.

Year before that, your runner
came in 25th, which sucked!

All right. Care to put your money
where your mouth is, memory queen?

Okay. 100 bucks. All right, done.
You got it.

Done. Here's my guy now.

And he's in the lead.

Go, Jay! Go, Jay! Go, Jay! Go!

Let's go, Bobby! Let's go! Whoo!

FRANK: Where's he going?
ALL: Oh!

Ah! (EXCLAIMS)

JAY LEE: What? Hey! Stop!

What? Did you see that? Come on!

Are you okay? You're all right?

I was first, right?

Wait. I got my head across
before you kicked your foot.

You have to cross the line.

Carrie, a little help here.

Absolutely not.
That's collusion.

Don't mind if I do.

(OVERLAPPING SHOUTS)

(JAY LEE EXCLAIMS)

Okay, Jay,

you did kick your foot
over the line as you fell.

Valiant effort,
but second place.

What? Pay up, Wells.

I gotta hand it to you.
You got integrity.

Not so fast.

You, number 78, third place.

Are you out of your mind?
And you, number 66,

in a spectacular head dive
across the finish line,

you won, first place.
Get your trophy.

Wait, what? How do we
know you're right?

Basically,
I remember everything.

I can slow it down
in my head and watch it back.

But if you don't believe me,

the little girl over there
got it on her cell phone.

(SIGHS)

So I guess nobody wins.

It's for charity.

Everybody wins.

(PHONE RINGING)

Gotta go.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

Victim's name is Jason Rios.

23 years old.

According to the M.E.,

cause of death is blunt
force trauma to the skull.

Jay is doing background.

All this for a video game.

DENNY: Come on, it's not just
some video game, all right?

This is Satan's Palace.

Satan's Palace IV,
as a matter of fact.

The greatest video game ever.

Seems a bit much to me.

No, look, these games make
billions of dollars, right?

They come up with crazy
ways to promote them.

I've read about this.

They, uh, it's an exact
replica of the game.

It's like a haunted
house type thing.

Looks like Jason was k*lled
sometime before closing.

Couple of employees were
setting up this morning,

found the body.

Manager's gonna come talk to us.

We got a weapon? Take your pick.

CSU blood splatter
folks gonna love this.

Detectives?

Thank you so much.
I'm Hannah Davis.

I'm the managing director of
Hexler Gaming's Satan's Palace IV.

I'm a huge fan of the games.

I, I've played I, II, and III,

and I'm, I'm gonna play IV.

I mean, as soon as
I solve this m*rder.

Uh, please,
let's go to my office.

Do you mind if I just, um,

look around a little?

Watch out for the demons.

So, how close is all of this
to the actual game?

Hexler Gaming is insistent
that every aspect

adhere precisely to the game,

down to set dressing
and costumes.

What happened last
night is a tragedy,

and we'll do everything
to help in your investigation.

Let's start with
a list of employees.

And do you have any record
of your guests last night?

Most of them. Hardcore gamers
buy tickets in advance.

Otherwise, folks just
pay cash at the door.

Uh, personnel will have
the employee list.

Do you have any cameras inside?

No. We don't allow
cell phone cameras either.

For proprietary reasons.

Anything out of the
ordinary happen lately?

You know, I don't know
how relevant this is,

but we've had some,
I guess you could say,

protests lately.

I can't imagine the neighborhood

enjoys the noise and crowds.

It wasn't the neighbors
that took issue with us.

I think it was
a religious group.

What were they doing?
Picketing with signs

plastered with bible quotes.

Screaming about glorifying hell.

Seems they take exception
with the title of our game.

You remember
the name of this group?

No, but they all wore
black T-shirts...

(PHONE VIBRATING)
with the letter "D."

AL: All right.
We'll look into 'em.

Okay.

Yeah, Jay. JAY LEE: Jason's
fiancee is ready for you guys.

Great. We'll get down there.

Thank you.

It would have been
two years ago next month.

We were talking about
setting a date.

I don't...

Who would do this?

AL: We're gonna try to find out.

Anything you can tell us?

Anything going on
with Jason recently?

Not that I know of.

I was in Milan
until three days ago.

I'm in the fashion business.
I go to Europe a lot.

That's where I met Jason.

In Spain. He's from Barcelona.

We met on the beach
and, um... (SNIFFLES)

Anything with his
family bothering him?

Uh, no, no family. (SNIFFS)

His mother died
when he was young,

and his father
wasn't in the picture.

AL: Work? GENEVIEVE:
He worked at Sistex.

Big software company.

And idea why Jason was at
Satan's Palace last night?

No.

I didn't see him
at all yesterday.

I had a lunch.

I thought he was
at the office last night.

I don't really get
all the computer stuff.

The, uh, the games.

We kind of agreed
not to talk about it.

He mention any issues with work?

No. Things seemed
to be going really well.

I could tell by
how much sleep he got.

The last few days, he was up
almost all night tinkering.

He had all his little
toys going at once.

You know what he was doing?

Like I said, I really don't
know much about his work.

I just know that it meant
everything to him.

Sometimes, um, it would get to me.
(SNIFFLES)

A few nights ago, I, uh,

ugh, I was teasing.

I... I told him
he had to choose.

Me or whatever
he was working on.

And I won.

I promise you we're gonna
do everything we can

to find who did this.

Oh, yeah.

All right, okay.

Whoa, whoa, wait, wait, wait.
Go back.

You found something?

I think I got something, yeah.

What? Right there.

What?

That guy looks just like you.

What are you, ten years old?

We got an investigation,
Denny, okay?

Where are we with
that protest group?

Oh, right, boss. Yeah.

So they call
themselves, get this,

Dark 1.

And apparently they believe
Satan reaches out

to younger souls who have been
corrupted by modern technology.

Okay, modern technology
being what?

I mean, basically anything,
what, after the typewriter.

JAY LEE: So check what I
found out on the head guy.

Meet Reverend Foster Lee Nolan.

Now this guy was
definitely for Satan

before he was against him.

Trafficking cocaine and meth.

He also has a history of taking
in troubled kids and ex-cons,

and uses a combination of
a*s-kicking and old-time religion

to manipulate them
for his purposes.

Sounds like a nice guy.

Maybe we should
go have a chat with him.

DENNY: Well, boss,
we can do you one better.

The good Reverend's decided
to grace us with his presence.

Oh, nice.

DENNY: So, what is it, you...
You object to anything

even related
to the D-man? Right?

Well, what about
the New Jersey Devils?

Huh? Not a hockey fan, okay.

Uh, what about
the Duke Blue Devils?

The Wake Forest Demon Deacons?

You may laugh, but what I do...

This is a m*rder case, Reverend.

Nobody's laughing.

Companies like Hexler Gaming

are billion-dollar corporations,

and they are making
millions promoting sin.

It's on our screens,
and in our faces,

and the public
is powerless against them,

so we do what we can.

AL: You say you're
powerless against them.

We just recovered these from
your house, Reverend Nolan.

You don't seem
that powerless to me.

What do holy men need
with weapons like these?

We're commanded to use
the tools that we have.

DENNY: What about Jason Rios?

Hmm?

Who commanded you to k*ll him?

(INHALES DEEPLY)

Neither me, nor my people had
anything to do with that man's death.

We believe that
all souls can be saved.

Wow.

Besides...

We weren't even
there last night.

We were off protesting
at an establishment called.

Devil Burger
out in Forest Hills.

Although some of our members
did drop by today

when news of the m*rder broke.

To memorialize the blood that
Hexler Gaming has on its hands.

Wacko.

You know, Nolan is telling
the truth about that

because we just got these
pictures from his place.

Victim's name is Jason Rios.

23 years old.

According to the M.E.,

cause of death is blunt
force trauma to the skull.

You know, all of the
costumed ghouls

that were working
at Satan's Palace,

they had two zippers on the
front of their costumes.

Now this guy has none.

Well, if he's not an employee,
he's not a protester,

so what's he doing there?
I don't know,

but I'm gonna find out.
All right.

Lieutenant, I just turned
your anti-Satanist nut-ball

over to the A*F.

What about his
alibi on our case?

Actually panned out.

Turned out he was
at the Devil Burger

with his people
all night in Queens.

So we're back at square one.

Would I just bring you
in here for bad news?

Um, yeah. You do it
all the time.

Not this time.

We ran facial recognition
on that zombie party crasher.

You know, the one
with no zipper?

95% match with
Daniel Lebenstrom, 28.

Guy's already in the system

for aggravated as*ault, robbery.

We'll go get him.

You might wan t to know something
else about Lebenstrom.

His last robbery...

Stolen body parts,
NYU medical school.

Happy Halloween.

(MUFFLED HEAVY METAL
MUSIC PLAYING)

(MUFFLED WHIMPERING)

(KNOCKING) Police. Open up.

(WHIMPERING CONTINUES)

(WHIMPERING) Police! Don't move!

Hey, hey! Come here!

Sir? (GRUNTS)

I'm Detective Lee
with Major Crimes.

Are you all right? Are you okay?

You all right, sir? You okay?

That was...

awesome! (CHUCKLES)

The best!

I'm not paying for
the NYPD bust, though.

I didn't order that.

You paid for this? (PANTING)

Of course, he paid.

I earn a living doing this.

No laws have been broken.

A couple of laws of nature.

So what are you? Some kind
of a scare dominatrix?

I'm more comfortable
with the term "Thanatophile."

Someone who gets off on,
uh, experiencing terror,

or, you know,
inflicting it on others.

Not gonna ask how you know that.

You know how I know that.

There's no greater thrill
than the knowledge

of one's own imminent death.

What about the knowledge
of one's imminent a*s

being thrown in jail?

(CLEARS THROAT) So, uh,

you got paid
for trespassing too?

Oh, right. Uh, Satan's Palace.

A man was m*rder*d there. Like,
really m*rder*d. Not pretend.

So, you were there getting off
on your imminent death, right?

And all of a sudden, what's
better than imminent death?

Actual death. We getting
closer, Daniel?

No, okay. I was
there last night,

and yes, I did enjoy
terrifying the crowds,

but I had my eyes on a bigger prize.
Hexler.

Lisa Hexler.

The president of Hexler Gaming?

The queen of horror games.

I thought, someone like me,

Lisa Hexler could
probably use my ideas.

I figured she's
launching a new game.

At some point, she'll show up.

So you were stalking her.

I... I wanted to pitch her.

I've got a way to turn what
I do into a video game.

The only problem, Satan's Palace
costs 50 bucks to get in.

I thought you made a living as a...
Whatever.

The economy.

Personal terror's the first
thing people cut out.

Anyhow, about a month ago
I had an idea.

I put on an old
Comic-Con outfit,

and found the employee's
entrance and I was in.

I went back a lot,
looking for her, but nothing.

And then suddenly,
last night, there she is.

I followed her, but I lost her

when she went into
the Gold Room.

I'm in the fashion business.
I go to Europe a lot.

That's where
I met Jason. In Spain.

Tell me more
about the Gold Room.

It's the VIP room
at Satan's Palace.

I hear Lisa has parties,
meetings there, stuff like that.

And then what? You saw the news.

There'd been a m*rder,
you figured Lisa Hexler's

gonna show up at the crime
scene, and you went back?

CARRIE: Assuming you
didn't happen to be there

'cause you'd just
m*rder*d Jason.

I... I had a client.

The session ran long.

This client have a name?

Um...

You might recognize the name.

A Congressman?

Can we talk?

Listen, I think Jason
met with Lisa Hexler

in the Gold Room at 8:00 p.m.

He had a post-it.
"GR 8" was written on it.

"Gold Room, 8:00 p.m."

What was Jason
meeting Lisa Hexler about?

I don't know,

but whatever it was,
it got him k*lled.

Hey. Did you find any connection

between Lisa Hexler and Jason?

I'm working on it, boss. Close.

All right. Because we cannot
go after a big fish like her

unless we have something solid.
You got that?

How about this?

So I've been analyzing
information on Jason's laptop,

and even though it's encrypted,

I recovered a few
of the algorithms,

and turns out they're
for gaming software.

And if Jason was developing
gaming software,

that could be something Lisa
Hexler would be interested in.

Right. And he if he was
developing it at work,

then the people at Sistex

might have something to tell us.

(SCOFFS) This is work?

Makes Major Crimes
seem like the DMV.

I should have been a programmer.

You can't program your DVR.

Hi, I'm William Houston,

CEO of Sistex.

Lieutenant Al Burns. This
is Detective Carrie Wells.

My son, Chris, General Counsel.

Hi. Hi.

So, uh, you guys
knew Jason well?

I try to get to know
all my junior programmers.

He had a promising
career ahead of him.

Well, Chris can help you.

If you need anything,
let me know.

Sure.

General Counsel, huh?
You didn't get the tech bug?

Well, not every son inherits his
father's mad scientist gene.

CHRIS: Oh, hey. Sorry.

MAN 1: Excuse me!
MAN 2: Sorry about that!

One of the hazards
of the business.

Hey. Got that
modified Hopperbot.

CHRIS: Thanks, Adam.
You can set it there.

(BOX VIBRATING)

Were you close with Jason?

Yeah, he was a good guy.

Can you think
of anyone in the company

who may have wanted to hurt him?

Must be pretty competitive.

Well, it's a tough business,

but, um, we try to keep things

pretty collegial around here.

Well, I imagine collegial

and multi-million dollar
software company

don't always go hand in hand.

I take your point.

Happy to get you our HR files,

but I don't think
you'll find anything.

Do you know if he had any
relationship with Lisa Hexler?

Why? Because of Satan's Palace?

I doubt it. I mean, um,

that's the hottest tech
attraction in the city right now.

Well, was Jason developing
any gaming software?

Not that I know of.
The company wasn't.

We made a decision
a long time ago

to stay out
of the gaming market.

Of course, it wouldn't
have stopped Lisa Hexler.

From what? From
poaching our talent.

Lisa's notorious
for finding the best

young programmers and designers in
any field and stealing them away

to help build her horror games.

She's pretty ruthless about it.

DENNY: After you.
Hey, there she is.

Excuse me, Ms. Hexler.
I'm Detective Lee.

This is Detective Padilla.
NYPD, Major Crimes.

Yes, I received your calls.

But you chose not
to respond to them?

Did we not call them back?

I'm sorry. Things are just so busy with
the rollout, doing press for the game.

Yeah, that's much more important

than a m*rder investigation.

I don't appreciate
the insinuation.

And I would have been
at the crime scene myself,

but I was on a conference
call with Myanmar.

Did you make those calls
from the Gold Room?

Yeah, see, we know
about the Gold Room

hidden inside Satan's Palace.

And we know that you were
meeting with Jason Rios there

last night just before
he was m*rder*d.

Which is odd because you
were nowhere to be found

after he turned up dead.

I am responsible to
thousands of shareholders.

How do you think it would
look for a Fortune 500 CEO

to be in the vicinity
of a m*rder scene?

Like you were innocent,

and helping with
a m*rder investigation.

I'm sorry if I sound callous,

but I assure you I had nothing to
do with that young man's death.

Why were you meeting with Jason?

I meet with programmers
all the time.

You mean you steal them from
other companies all the time.

I mean I win.

I'd heard good
things about Jason

and he was everything
people said.

We talked, I explained
what I could offer,

and then I told him to go
enjoy Satan's Palace IV.

That was the last I saw of him.

And we're done. If there's
anything further,

Jeff can put you in
touch with my lawyers.

Hmm.

Well, I heard you two
annoyed Lisa Hexler earlier.

Well, we learned from the best, baby.
Thank you.

And it looks like Lisa has reasons
other than us to be annoyed.

Hexler Gaming is in big trouble.

Now according to
industry analysts,

their last three games have
underperformed retail projections.

And recent SEC filings show them
operating at some serious debt.

I mean, the board was losing
confidence in Lisa Hexler.

Well, that would be enough to get
her to do something desperate.

And apparently the company's got

everything riding on
their 3-D gameplay.

Problem is, the release
date was delayed

at least four times
in the past year.

Word is, Hexler Gaming
hasn't developed

the battery technology to power their
stand-alone 3-D gaming headsets.

GENEVIEVE: No. Things seemed
to be going really well.

I could tell by how much
sleep he got.

Last few days, he was up
almost all night tinkering

with all his little toys
going at once.

Wait a second.

I saw a headset just like
that at Jason's place.

And his fiancee said he'd been
working all night recently,

with all his stuff powered up.

Now what if Jason
came up with something

that could power that headset?

A long-lasting battery.

That'd be enough
to save Lisa Hexler's butt.

I mean, it'd be worth
hundreds of millions.

No, thousands.

Thousands of millions.

Those are billions, Denny.

Eh, agree to disagree.

You guys, what if Lisa
wasn't just having

a meet and greet with Jason?

What if she was
trying to get her hands

on whatever he'd built?

And what if she was willing to do
anything it took to get it from him?

Jay, work your magic and tell
me where she is right now.

Okay. Hold on one...

(MUTTERING INDISTINCTLY)

Her cell phone just pinged off of
a tower on the Lower East Side.

Wait, what's on
the Lower East Side?

(MUTTERING)
Something, something.

Hexler Gaming just
closed on a warehouse

to build their next
simulated game environment.

It's 457 Madison Street.

All right.

See if there's another way in.

Ah... (SIGHS)

Al.

(SIRENS WAILING)

According to the M.E.,
blunt force trauma.

Someone smashed her head against
the wall multiple times.

400 bucks in her Birkin handbag,

so it wasn't a robbery.

(PHONE RINGING)

What's up? JAY LEE: Hey, Al.

I checked Lisa's phone records,

and it turns out she was
called by a burner cell

two hours before her death.

Could be how the k*ller
lured Lisa down here.

See if you can find out
who purchased that burner.

JAY LEE: You got it, boss.

CHRIS: Well, not every son inherits
his father's mad scientist gene.

Anything?

The gum wrapper.

It's from the concentration gum

that they were developing
at Jason's company.

I'm sorry, but this
is a lot to take in.

You really think
that someone at Sistex

k*lled Jason and Lisa Hexler?

Someone left a wrapper

of your concentration gum
at the crime scene.

That stuff is not
on the market yet.

Any idea who would
have access to it?

I could throw a dart. The whole
company is obsessed with the stuff.

And what about 3-D software?
Are they obsessed with that?

If you mean, do we have
any 3-D technology

currently under development? No.

Is it possible Jason was
off developing on his own?

We encourage independent work.

That said, our employees all sign
pretty standard exclusivity deals.

They know anything they come
up with belongs to Sistex.

You know who you should speak
with is Rhonda Matthews.

She and Jason were friends.

If anybody knows what he was
up to in his spare time,

she would.

I'm just curious, how
would the company react

if an individual tried to market

something he'd come up
with on his own?

Well, we'd ask
that employee not to.

And if they continued,
we'd sue them.

We wouldn't
k*ll them, Detective,

(CHUCKLING) if that's
what you're imagining.

Rhonda, these people
are from the police.

They have some
questions about Jason.

Uh, sure. Of course.

This is all so unbelievable.

Did you find out who did it?

You and Jason were pretty
close, weren't you?

Yes, but I have
no idea who k*lled him.

You and Jason worked on a
number of projects together?

Yeah. Sistex
encourages teamwork.

Although Jason and I haven't
worked on a project together in...

I don't know, almost a year.

I miss working with him.

And now...

I know it's difficult,

but do you know if Jason
was working on something

outside the office on his own?

I don't think so.
I don't... I don't know.

(VOICE BREAKING)
Um... excuse me.

It would have been
two years next month.

AL: Anything you can tell us?
Anything going on with Jason?

We're gonna give you a moment.

Thanks.

She has a molecule model
in her drawer.

I saw the exact some one
at Jason's house.

They both do computer science.
They work together.

No, they haven't worked together
for over a year. (PHONE RINGING)

She knows more
than she's telling us.

It's Jay.

Yeah? JAY LEE: Hey, Al.

I managed to track the
purchase of that burner cell

that called Lisa Hexler.

It came from a bodega

three blocks
from Sistex Software.

You got a description
of the guy who bought it?

Nope. Store records show that
it was paid for in cash.

That's all I got, boss.

The burner cell
that called Lisa Hexler

was bought near here.

Really? Well, you know what?

Tell Jay to call
that burner cell.

Go ahead and dial the number.

You got it.

(PHONE RINGING)

Aren't you going to answer that?

Uh, it's not mine.

I think it's coming
from your drawer.

(PHONE CONTINUES RINGING)

(PHONE BEEPS)

Oh, you just hung up
on a friend of ours.

This isn't my phone.

I swear, I've never
seen this before.

You want some advice?

You might want to use it
to call a lawyer.

LAWYER: As I said, my client never
saw that phone before in her life

until it rang inside the drawer.

Yeah, I'm always finding phones

I've never seen before
inside my drawers.

She also has an alibi for the
night Jason Rios was k*lled.

You told me. At the movies.

By herself.

There are better
alibis, you know.

She bought a box of Dots and a
Diet Coke with her credit card.

Maybe you could try
checking it out.

Oh, we will. We'll check it out.

Believe me.

Okay, what have you got?

Okay, so check it, boss.

I got a search warrant for
Rhonda's personal computer.

Mmm-hmm. I remotely accessed it,

and it's got mostly
personal stuff on it

except for one large protected
file, heavily encrypted.

Yeah, but you cracked it, right?

Of course I did.
Of course you did.

I'm gonna spare you
the gory details,

but take a look at that.

(COMPUTER BEEPING)

That's the same molecule

Carrie found in Rhonda's desk.

Does Al know this? Yup.

Just watch.

AL: You still haven't explained

how you ended up
with that phone.

I told you, someone's
setting me up.

The same someone
who made you lie to us

about helping Jason
with that battery?

What are you talking about?
Oh...

(PHONE BEEPS) Jason had a model

just like that in his apartment.

It's the critical component
of next phase batteries.

Jason was developing them

for someone outside the company,

and you were
helping him. Now talk.

Yes, all right.
I knew about his work.

We even worked
together for a while,

but Jason was so secretive,

I felt like that
he was shutting me out.

So I finally
told him, "Screw it,"

he could keep
working by himself.

Then you heard he had a
breakthrough, right?

Based on work you and
he did together, right?

Not only that, he was gonna
sell it for a lot of money.

You must have been so angry

that he was gonna meet
with Lisa Hexler without you.

I'm about one second
from shutting this down.

Do we have anything
on this movie alibi?

Okay, just hold on.
Uh, come on, come on.

Rhonda's last
credit card statement,

Dots and Diet Coke, 18.50.

For candy and soda? That's
who we should be arresting.

But alibi checks out
though, boss.

No way she gets across town
in time to k*ll Jason.

All right, well,
I'll let Al know.

(PHONE CHIMES)

(PHONE BEEPS)

Look,

I don't want to charge
your client with m*rder,

but so far, no one remembers
her from that movie theater.

So things look a little
sketchy right here.

If there's something
that you want to tell me,

now would be
the time to do that.

(SIGHS)

Something did happen,
uh, three days ago.

Go on.

I was getting ready
to head out for lunch,

and I saw Jason putting
on a jacket and tie.

I didn't even know Jason
owned stuff like that.

He said he was worried about
sweating on the subway,

so he was Ubering to Midtown,

and I made some joke
about mystery date,

but he didn't say anything.

And later, when he came back,

I thought he'd
be in a good mood,

but he was just really quiet.

I didn't know what happened, but I
knew something was really wrong.

You know what? We need to
know about Jason's lunch.

Hey, can you check...
Check his Uber records.

Already on it, uh, searching
for e-mail receipts

around lunchtime last Wednesday.

(COMPUTER BEEPS) Got it.
Precisely 12:03,

Jason was dropped off
at 712 West 47th.

712, that's La Maison.
Excellent croque-monsieur.

All right, you know what? Cross
reference all the credit card charges

with persons of interest in this
investigation. See what you get.

I could, boss, or...

Come on.

I could crack the restaurant's
internal security cameras

and we could see what Jason
was having for lunch.

Well, there's that.

Camera C. That's Jason.

(INAUDIBLE)

JAY LEE: Well,
he's upset about something.

Geez, when is this guy gonna turn around?
I know it.

(COMPUTER BEEPS)
JAY LEE: Got ya.

That's William Houston.
He's the founder of Sistex.

Now what's he doing having lunch

with one of his
low-level coders?

And more importantly, why
didn't he let us know about it?

(SIGHS) Look, I... I told you

I meet with all my
promising employees

on a regular basis.

But what you didn't tell us

was that you had
lunch with Jason

the day before he was m*rder*d.

Um...

Honestly, there's
so many of these kids.

I... I'm not as good
with names and faces

like I used to be.

Must be nice to not remember

treating someone
to a $400 lunch.

A $400 lunch where
you got into a...

very heated argument with him.

It was hardly an argument.

You know how these kids are.

He had a list of suggestions

for the future of my company.

I listened to them, but
at some point, you know,

I... I had to say,
"Thank you very much,"

and he got aggravated
and stormed out.

So odd.

Because that description
doesn't match

what we've been told
about Jason Rios at all.

We heard he was
pretty easy-going.

That's not the young
man I saw at lunch.

GENEVIEVE: I'm in the fashion business.
I go to Europe a lot.

That's where I met Jason.

You were in the 1992 Olympic
Games in Barcelona, huh?

Last time the U.S. sailing
team won six silver medals.

Yes, indeed. Very good.

Who's that beautiful woman
in the photo?

Part of the crew?

Oh, I suppose so.
It was 20 years ago.

23 years, actually.

Exactly the same age as Jason.

Interesting.

You know what's interesting?

Jason had a picture of himself

as a little boy, and that woman

was holding him.

She's his mother, isn't she?

And you're his father.

I've got nothing to say.

It's gonna be
a lot easier for you

if you just
talk to us right now.

Graciela was the most beautiful
woman I'd ever laid eyes on.

(INHALES DEEPLY)

It was one night.

I didn't even know
about Jason until...

A year later,
she sent me a picture.

I tried to do my best
to look out for him.

I paid for his education.

And she wrote me
and said he'd won a...

Robotics Scholarship
competition.

And you knew
he had it, your gift.

Yeah.

He was just like me.

(SIGHS)

So when he was old enough,

I arranged for him
to come to Sistex.

I wanted to tell him.

I wanted to tell Chris,
but I just didn't know how.

But somehow at that lunch,

after he told you
about his breakthrough,

you finally figured out
how to tell him.

How to make sure you could get
your hands on that new battery.

No, no. It wasn't
that way at all.

(VOICE BREAKING) I told him
because I was proud of him.

Can you imagine a boy, 23,
with a breakthrough like that?

And he was furious with me.
Told me he hated me.

Told me he was gonna hate me
for the rest of his life

for abandoning his mother.

Told me he was taking
the battery to Lisa Hexler.

And you followed him
to the meeting with her.

Yeah. Yes.

Then when he
came out of the room,

I don't know what came over me.
I grabbed a wrench.

I hit him.

I hit him again.
He stopped moving.

And, uh, what about
Lisa Hexler, hmm?

I tried to, uh, talk to her,

and she said
there was, uh, no deal.

She knew I...

Had stolen the
battery from Jason.

She was trying to blackmail me,

so when she turned around, I...

I'm sorry.

Mr. Houston, you're gonna
have to come with us.

(SIGHS)

What are you doing?
My father didn't do anything.

Hey, look at me.

Your father's under arrest
for the m*rder of Jason Rios.

That's insane. Did
your father tell you

that Jason was
your half-brother?

He did, he told me
just today, this morning.

He said he told Jason over
lunch a couple of days ago,

and now I had to know.
(VIBRATING)

Now what is going on?

Got that modified Hopperbot.

Thanks, Adam.
You can set it there.

(VIBRATING)

Now what if Jason
came up with something

that could power that headset?

JAY LEE: A long-lasting battery.

Well, not every son inherits his
father's mad scientist gene.

You know, um, I think your
father's gonna need you.

Chris, why don't you
let me take you to him?

Okay.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Hey, Al, can I talk
to you for a second?

Chris, wait with that officer.

I'll take you to your dad
in a minute, all right?

What's up?

I think we might have been hasty in
our decision to arrest Mr. Houston.

I think that we should wait

until we get the fingerprints
off the m*rder weapon.

We're not gonna arrest him?
Well, no, I mean, yes.

He confessed. Of course
we're gonna arrest him.

But you know any good lawyer

could get that
confession thrown out,

but now that we know
where the m*rder weapon is,

all we have to do is go get it,

get the prints off it,
we got an airtight case.

Right. And then the
good news for us is?

The good news
for us is that, you know,

given all the things
they can do now...

The technology. At the lab,

even if he washed that m*rder
weapon down with bleach,

we could get his prints off it.

Exactly. You have
the m*rder weapon?

You know, Chris,

your father's free to go.

He is? For now.

Take him to his father, okay?

Please tell me why we
just released a k*ller.

We didn't, but we're
about to catch one.

So, the guy confesses, right?

You have opportunity, motive,

and every detail is consistent

to what we know
about this m*rder,

but you are not convinced. Why?

Because William
Houston didn't do it.

Carries thinks his son,
Chris, k*lled Jason.

Really? What do
you think, Lieutenant?

I think she's right.

Because of a toy
lizard in a box?

A toy lizard in a box
powered by a battery

invented by Jason Rios.

Chris took that battery from
Jason the night he k*lled him.

Oh, so he's got the battery.
Why k*ll Lisa Hexler?

We think Chris met with
Hexler to make a deal.

Something went wrong
and he took her out.

The he planted the burner cell

in Rhonda's drawer to frame her.

At some point, he told
his father about it

'cause right now, his father
is covering for him.

So Chris discovers
that he's got a brother.

Not only that, but he's
got a genius brother,

who he thinks is gonna sell

his genius battery
to a competitor.

Yeah. So Chris takes
out his brother,

saves his daddy's company.

Where's the m*rder weapon?

Chris will lead us right to it.

Carrie's outside
his office right now

waiting for him
to make his move.

Hey, guys, it's show time.
Carrie called.

Chris Houston just got
in a cab headed uptown.

CARRIE: Boo! (c*ck g*n)

Get your hands up.
Put the weapon down.

Now!

My father confessed.
This will never stick.

I'll just say he told me
where he left it.

Your father doesn't know
where the weapon was.

I asked him.

You're the only one who knew
exactly where to find it.

Hey, I get it. His only son.

Brilliant, successful father,

and all you want
is to impress him.

And then suddenly,
out of the blue,

he has another son.

You don't know
what you're talking about.

Only that son, he has
everything you don't.

He was born with that genius,

that spark that you
always wanted.

And then to top it all off,

he goes and creates
something magical.

That little sh*t was gonna
give it to Lisa Hexler.

I couldn't let him do that.
It's worth $1/2 billion.

You followed your
brother to the meeting.

You asked him for the battery,
he refused, you k*lled him.

I get that.

But why k*ll Lisa?

I tried selling it to her, but
she figured out what I'd done.

She said I had two choices.
Either give her the battery...

Or she'd call the police.

You were gonna let your father
go down for this m*rder.

No wonder he preferred Jason.

Shut up!

(PANTING)

(DEMONIC LAUGHTER
OVER LOUDSPEAKERS)

(DOOR LATCHES)

Let the games begin.

(BEEPING)

Yes. (DRAWER UNLATCHES)

Always loved me
a game of laser tag.

(MAN SCREAMS)

MAN: Ah! (GASPS)

(TOY g*nsh*t)

Damn it.

(LAUGHING DEMONICALLY)

(NURSE SCREAMS)

(TOY g*nsh*t)

(DOOR OPENS)

Freeze! (GASPS)

(BAT PROPS SCREECHING)

(TOY g*nsh*t)

(ZOMBIE PROP SCREAMS) (GRUNTS)

Got ya.

(ZOMBIE PROP CACKLES)

(SIRENS WAILING IN DISTANCE)
Game over.

Hell of a job.

(GRUNTS AND SCREAMS FROM GAME)

CARRIE: Hey. (VIDEO GAME STOPS)

Hey.

What you up to?

Just catching up
on some evidence logs.

Diligent. Yeah.

So I have a question.

How'd you find me so fast
inside Satan's Palace?

I don't know. Wasn't so hard.

Really? 'Cause it's
a pretty tough game.

I managed. I bet.

Oh! What? (CHUCKLES)

Level two. You're
doing pretty well.

Oh, and you think
you're the only one

who played video games?

You remember that old
Pac-Man machine

in Cal's back in Syracuse?

Just so you know, I had the
highest score on that machine

for 29 straight weeks
back in 1982.

No one in high school
could touch me.

Of course I remember
that Pac-Man machine.

And are you sure you had
the highest score?

Second highest.

There was someone
who scored, like,

10,000 more points
than anyone else,

but we knew he was cheating.

R-E-D, right?

Yeah. Those were the initials.

Red.

Oh, no way. No way! (LAUGHS)

Yes! Yes! What were
you, like, seven?

Actually, I was six.
I used to go there

to drink hot chocolate
and play Pac-Man.

You got beat by a little girl.

Want me to help you with this?

No, no, no. I don't need help.

You do need help. Mmm, nope.

Come on.

All right, quick.
Go, go, go, go, go!

Go, before the force field goes.
There's... Good.

Good, good, good.
Take him out, Al!

Take him out! Come on. I got it.