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Keep my baby close. This won't take long.
Detectives.
- Where's my better half? - Bathroom.
Good morning, Morgan.
So, what do you think happened?
Well, I think we can rule out nothing.
And we're off.
Melted candles, empty glass, clothes thrown everywhere.
It looks like a wild night that went south.
But was it murder?
A hundred percent. What, you don't think so?
I think it was murder and a cover-up,
but I wanna know how you know.
Sounds like a challenge.
How fun. See these hand towels?
You may remember that I used to be a professional cleaner.
- Vaguely, yeah. - Yes.
The way that these towels are folded are a disgrace.
Look, the bottom two have two edges,
the top one has three edges.
That means the killer used this top towel to clean up after himself,
cover his tracks.
Now, get down here and see what I'm seeing.
I can see just fine from up here, thanks. But what do you see?
You see these streaks?
Any self-respecting housekeeper
is gonna use a microfiber mop on a bathroom floor.
Our murderer used that towel to wipe up this area.
- Which suggests a cover-up. - Exactly. Now, our vic...
Is it okay if I call him vic? It's happening.
Our vic was not alone,
because no man's gonna spend money on a hotel room this fancy
unless he's planning on entertaining.
And my guess: a sexy brunette.
Why? Did you find a hair sample?
Nah, but blonde seems too obvious, so I'm going with brunette for now.
Either way, she had to be pretty attractive because...
I don't mean to be disrespectful,
but the dead guy in the tub is super hot.
Morgan, please don't ever comment on the hotness of a victim ever again.
Okay. The manager opened the safe for us, and we found the victim's wallet.
Inside: $80 cash and an ID.
Ernest Lozano, Mexico City.
Do a deep dive.
Anything, everything you can find on the guy.
But stop by the security center downstairs first. Look at last night's footage.
- Got it. - Yep.
Wonder what he was drugged with.
How do you know he was drugged?
'Cause who does their dishes in a hotel room?
Except you, maybe.
Anyway, this glass was rinsed out and wiped clean.
Why do that unless you were trying to get rid of white residue?
- Notice anything else about the glass? - That's a whiskey tumbler.
Lead-free, crystal-cut, which is harder and more durable than glass.
Withstands most scratches. Also refracts light beautifully.
You want me to know you drink whiskey so bad.
Point being this piece of glassware
is far more expensive than the others.
It must have been brought up to the room.
That's right. Lozano and his sexy brunette stopped at the hotel bar before coming to the room.
But you already knew that.
The tumbler was rinsed out, leaving little to zero trace of whiskey,
which strongly suggests a cover-up.
And why cover it up unless it was murder?
Now, let's go hit the hotel bar.
I recognize him.
He had a drink at the start of my shift around 7:00 p.m.
Was he with anyone?
A sexy brunette, maybe?
I'd say medium sexy.
- Also, she was a blonde. - Really?
- Did it seem like business or pleasure? - Maybe both.
The guy was definitely tying one on.
Made sure to leave a generous tip before they bounced.
Catch the name of his guest by any chance?
We were slammed, so I couldn't really hear their convo.
But I wanna say that her name sounded like, Candice or Gladys or Janice.
_
- Thank you. - Thank you.
So, we scrubbed through last night's footage, and we found this at 8:02 p.m.
Lozano and his mystery woman got on the fourth floor, into the room.
And then at 8:33 p.m., right there, she leaves.
No one else used a key card to enter the suite until this morning
when the cleaners discovered Ernest Lozano's body.
That must be our killer.
I showed a photo of our mystery woman to the hotel doorman.
He said she parked her red Kia out front in a no-parking zone around 7:00 p.m.
Shortly after, LADOT arrived and started writing tickets.
So call LADOT, see if we can ID the red car.
I already called.
They didn't issue a ticket to a red Kia out front of this hotel last night.
The only cars that don't get ticketed belong to cops and doctors.
- Cops aren't issued red cars. - Right. So it must be vehicle code 21058.
Yeah, it must be. Yeah. Remind Oz about vehicle code 210...58.
It's an emblem allowing physicians responding to emergencies
to be exempt from laws governing parking.
There's a hospital less than a mile from here.
Swing by, see if anyone recognizes the woman from our hotel security footage,
and we'll circle back at the precinct.
That sounds like a city council issue, not a major crimes issue.
Of course. Keep me posted. Bye.
How's the hotel case lookin'?
Daphne and Oz ID'd our suspect as a physician who works in the neighborhood.
They're bringing her in for questioning as we speak.
- You like her for it? - Oh, very much.
We have her on hotel security footage entering and exiting the victim's room
- around the time of the murder. - Yes.
It's open-and-shut.
- The file you requested, Lieutenant. - Thank you.
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You good with that? Need some help?
No one can help me with this.
I'm gonna have to rely on someone I'd rather not deal with.
Welcome to my world.
Dr. Iris Bowman, tell us about your relationship with Ernest Lozano.
I wouldn't call it a relationship.
What would you call it?
Harmless fun.
We met three months ago in a hotel bar and hit it off.
I can't believe he's dead.
When you say "hit it off"...
It's exactly what you think it means.
Ernest would reach out whenever he was in town.
It was no-strings-attached fun between two adults.
What did you know about him?
Ernest was a curator in Mexico City.
He wasn't like most LA guys. He was fun, charming, cultured.
What's your husband think about this casual fling?
My husband died in a car accident nine months ago.
What Ernest and I had was temporary.
He was meant to be a Band-Aid on my life.
So what happened last night?
Nothing.
He was in town, I met him at our spot.
We had a drink or two,
went up to our room, drew a bath.
But then Ernest fell asleep, so I left.
See, the thing is, Dr. Bowman,
we have you on security footage entering Lozano's room
and then exiting 30 minutes later.
After that, not a soul enters or exits that room,
and now Ernest Lozano is dead.
I told you everything.
He was alive when I left.
- Do I need a lawyer? - That would be wise.
You have the right to remain silent
- and refuse to answer questions... - She didn't do it.
The candles. There were candles lining the bathtub.
I have the same ones at home. I got 'em on clearance. They smell like laundry.
But the problem is they only burn for about four hours.
I'm sorry, I-I don't know. Is that, a long time?
For a candle? What? No. A tea light burns longer. No.
All of the candles were melted down all the way except for this one.
Something put out this candle, and you know what puts out fire?
- Water. - Yes, Doctor!
- Water. Water puts out fire. - Water.
In this case, bathwater.
Bathwater put out this lone candle.
So that means there was a tub fight.
There was thrashing around, bathwater splashed out and extinguished the flame.
The candle looked like it had been burning
for about an hour and a half.
Okay. So you are saying that when Dr. Bowman left the room,
all the candles were burning, and an hour after that,
something happened in that room.
And someone was in that room.
Can I leave now?
Yeah. Free to go.
Speaking of good.
And our only suspect walks out the door.
Mahomes, under on passing yards, over on rushing yards.
Next, WNBA Finals.
Aces, moneyline, Wilson.
Fifteen years ago, Roman Sinquerra painted a mural downtown.
You wrote the citation and the report,
but both are illegible.
What does this say?
Look, if you're so interested...
Give me 2K.
Fine, 1K.
No? 500?
I don't care how low you go. I'm not gonna pay you for information.
Whatever thing is happening in NASCAR, 1,000 on numbers ten through 19.
And that's it. I love you, Mom. Bye.
Read this address out loud now.
"14641 Willington Street."
No such place.
There's a Washington Boulevard and a Billington Street,
but neither has a 14641.
Well, this is definitely 14641 Billington Street.
Again, no such place.
- Fifty bucks says there is. - There isn't.
But if you wanna give me your money like that, sure, I'll check it out.
I'll drive.
Wow.
There used to be nothing but chop shops and stash houses on this street.
Now they got a CrossFit gym,
vegan Nashville hot chicken restaurant
and a third-wave coffee shop. It's beautiful.
Wait. This was the street, right?
I could have sworn the mural was here.
Maybe I didn't write this.
Turn around, Melon.
14614 Billington.
Looks like a sign protected a part of that mural.
It's a cool fish tail.
That's a bird's wing. Those are feathers, not scales.
- That's a fish tail. - It's a bird's wing.
Double or nothing.
Why not?
Definitely feathers.
- We have news on our victim. - What's up?
We heard back from Ernest Lozano's colleagues in Mexico City.
They say he's alive and well and showing up at work every day.
- What... - Yeah.
Local police questioned Lozano about his ID showing up
at the hotel of a murdered man.
He told them about a ride he took a couple years ago in LA.
On the drive, he and the driver joked about how much they looked alike.
Later that night, he realized he lost his wallet. So our victim...
- Is not Ernest Lozano. - Yeah.
Put pressure on the lab for DNA and fingerprints from the crime scene,
and I'll look more closely at...
Where's the evidence box?
"Working from home. See you tomorrow. Morgan."
Smiley face.
This is the best movie night ever.
All right. The trick is to see if we can notice things other people can't.
What do you think these keys go to?
Bike lock, PO box and car keys.
You are my son.
Ava, can you grab us a couple of sodas?
I can't touch surfaces 'cause of my gloves.
Okay. This is interesting.
Do you see this stitching right here?
- Thank you. This is from... - Two sodas...
Hi, strange boy in my house. Who are you?
I'm Ryder, Ava's friend.
Oh, yeah?
What are you doing?
What does it look like? Studying.
I couldn't find the cookies, so I got cheese puffs.
Thank you. I love cheese puffs...
I bought those. These are mine. Can I see you in the hallway for a second?
Okay. Don't freak out.
Ludo said I could have Ryder in my room
as long as we shut the door if our music got too loud.
Oh, he did?
Man, what a problem-solver.
That's great, because,
my primary concern here was the decibel level of your music.
No. Mom, we were just studying.
To be continued.
I assume you got my Post-it.
You never take evidence home, Morgan. Ever.
You have got to be kidding me.
What?
He's wearing gloves.
You're upset, and you're allowed to have all your feelings.
But people bring their work home all the time.
My daughter is in her room working on her homework right now.
Elliot, go bug your sister. Quick. Run. Keep the door open.
Ava, I'm coming to bug you!
Morgan, this goes against all rules and all protocol for handling evidence.
Well, what's the worst that could happen?
You know, I don't know. Let me think.
Oh, right. Everything in here becomes inadmissible in court,
and we can't convict the murderer.
Yeah, that's bad. That'd be bad. And I get that.
I did think about that. But here's the thing,
I really want to help you figure out who your dead guy is.
Silly me. I was gonna use dental records and fingerprints.
There's so many clues in this evidence box that you guys missed.
Did anybody even look at the shoes?
There's cement all over the soles.
He must have lived or worked near a construction site.
Oh. Great. We'll just visit the one construction site in Los Angeles.
Okay.
Look at the man's pants.
This is not the original stitching,
but this repair was done by a professional.
See the threads?
- What about them? - They don't cross.
You don't find that the tiniest bit strange?
I can say with full confidence I have never in my life
thought about how threads cross on a pants hem.
Well, lucky for you, I've spent a lot of time thinking about it.
The whole hyperactive brain thing makes it hard to fall asleep.
So, for a long time, the only thing that would put me down
was watching sewing and alterations videos.
Now, the victim's pants were repaired without crossing.
That is something that is unique to tailors from Madagascar.
Because they have a superstition that crossing your stitches is unlucky.
Oh. You know what? Just make a list
of all of the tailors from Madagascar in the area.
I don't think the LAPD has a magical database
of seamstresses and tailors cross-referenced by ethnicity.
But, you know, I can check.
All you need to do is find all of the tailor and alteration shops in LA,
and find the ones with the longest names.
Because long names are uniquely Madagascan?
No, but their naming customs are unlike anywhere else in the world.
All of their names are unique, and every name has meaning.
And when two people get married,
they just smash their names together into one big, giant, long name.
It's super romantic.
Okay. So, compile a list of tailors in Los Angeles,
find the ones with the longest names,
and then look for one by a construction site.
Easy peasy lemon squeezy.
Yeah. Okay. Well, we'll get into that tomorrow.
- Okay. - And, Morgan,
don't ever use that phrase again.
Probably will.
So, Ryder seems nice.
Funny. That's what his PO said.
Parole officer. Yeah, I get it. 'Cause he was in juvie.
Chino. He was tried as an adult.
You... You are so, so funny.
But seriously, tell me all about him. I wanna know.
- Hey, I gotta go or I'll be late. - Sit.
Put your phone away. I guess we're doing this the hard way.
Did you mean for that to rhyme?
I will be asking the questions. Okay?
- Tell me about Ryder. - All we were doing was studying.
It always starts with studying,
and then you're lying about where you were.
- And the next thing you know... - You're a single mom,
with three kids, pretending to be a cop.
I am not pretending. Thank you very much. I am consulting.
Oh, yeah. I know. You don't even have a badge.
You think I need a badge? Okay.
I will have you know, I walk into a space
and people are like, "Who is this?" Okay?
And then the other people are like,
"I don't know, but she definitely belongs here."
Okay, Mom, this is cringe. I gotta go.
"Make way," they all yell.
"Give that lady access."
When can I get a badge?
Please, stop ringing the bell. Okay?
How old were you when you started dating?
I bet you were that guy who dated the same girl
all four years of high school.
And then on prom night, you made a pact to lose your...
Hello. Are you Raissa Rakota Harimalala?
Indeed. You may call me Rai.
Rai. Real quick, do you recognize this man?
Mr. Eduardo.
- Is he dead? - Eduardo is his last name?
No.
Eduardo's his first name.
Yes.
- Do you know his last name? - No. Mr. Eduardo, he always pays in cash.
Can you tell us anything about him?
Mr. Eduardo is one of my regulars.
He finds designer suits secondhand.
I make them look nice again.
- Get excited. We got a first name. - Oh, I'm thrilled.
You do realize there could be thousands of Eduardos in Los Angeles though, right?
Wait.
Do you hear that?
Sweet, sweet sounds of the city.
Okay. Tailor shop, construction site. Now what?
Now we just got to find a parking lot.
Yep. Right here.
Why do we care about parking?
Don't get mad at me.
Of course you brought his keys.
It's still in the evidence bag,
and it's a good thing I did. Because...
Eduardo's Toyota.
Next time.
Forester. What do you need?
Hey, Daph. I just sent you the plates on our victim's vehicle. Do your thing.
Probably the car Ernest Lozano lost his wallet in.
And I will have to call you back. Bye.
Morgan. Morgan. No. No, no. Don't.
Gloves. Sorry. Gloves.
No, it's not the gloves. Actually, yes, you do need gloves.
But before you touch anything, just ask me first. Okay?
No, you're totally right. I apologize.
You said that before. Won't happen again.
Except I did already touch everything.
He's got suits, charging cables, little waters,
- hand... - The guy's a rideshare driver.
Yes. How'd you do that so fast?
Easy peasy lemon squeezy.
Oh. Yep. Yeah, that too.
Daphne says the car is registered to an Eduardo Cortez,
lives in this building.
Ten years ago, the guy did time in prison for credit card fraud.
Since then, he's been a rideshare driver.
Pretty fancy building for a driver. We sure this is our guy?
Eduardo Cortez's driver's license.
Yeah, that's him.
How do you have a hot driver's license photo?
216, this should be the place.
- Morgan, what did I tell you ab... - I'm just kidding.
You're fun.
You're a lot of fun.
Daddy! Daddy's home!
Hello? Can I help you?
Sorry to intrude, ma'am. I'm LAPD Detective Adam Karadec.
This is consultant Morgan Gillery.
Do you happen to know an Eduardo Cortez?
He's my husband.
Is he okay?
Cheers.
I'll let mine cool down. It's just too hot.
Gosh. Thank you, guys, for sharing your tea with me.
Your friends are all really nice.
Do you have a favorite friend? I won't tell the rest.
Stanley. He can take photos too.
Stanley can take photos? No way. Let me see this.
So cool.
My daddy gave him to me. He also gave me that dictionary.
Words are... Words are important.
We've been together for ten years.
I met Eduardo after he was released from prison.
How long had he been driving?
He used to drive up until three years ago,
when he started at his cousin's wine distribution business.
Was it strange that he hadn't come home?
His job required quite a bit of travel,
so Eduardo being away felt normal.
I can't believe he's gone.
Do you recognize this woman?
I don't. Who is she?
I'm sorry, but Eduardo was not traveling for work.
We found his body in a Hollywood hotel room.
And he was with this woman the night he was murdered.
What the hell was that? Woman just found out her husband died.
Maybe give it a sec before you whip out a picture of his mistress.
If Regina knew about Eduardo's infidelity,
she had strong motive to kill him, Morgan.
I needed to get her unvarnished reaction.
That's good. Didn't think about that.
It seems like there's a lot about this job you don't think about.
You know, like taking evidence home with you.
You know, every once in a while I start to get tricked
into thinking that maybe you're a normal person.
And then, sure enough, you remind me you're just a heartless police robot.
Why would Eduardo use a fake ID?
Why would someone change their entire identity just to cheat on their wife?
Doesn't add up.
Finances don't really add up either.
Sweet apartment, the car, altering suits to make 'em look expensive.
Yep. Go home, get rest and do not take evidence with you.
It was a pretty normal day.
Ava was glued to her phone.
Elliot worked on his geography project.
Chloe ate a crayon, but it was a green one.
So I feel it was the most natural and least toxic.
Did Chloe have a guest?
Chloe, the baby, did not have a guest.
She didn't have any, floppy-haired teenage boys swing by?
I knew this was coming. Look, Ryder seems like a nice kid.
- I think it's fine. - It's not fine.
We both knew that she was gonna have friends over sooner or later.
- Ava's 15. - What were you doing when you were 15?
Lifting. Hanging with my boys.
I'm kidding, I didn't lift or have boys. But Ava's different.
I know Ava's different, but teenage boys are all the same.
Well, we're both trying to figure it out, okay?
I think we just need to trust Ava.
- So let's calm down, and... - Don't tell me to calm down.
- You overstepped in a major way. - Okay.
You're on one of your famous Morgan rants, so I'm gonna give you a little space.
I am not on a Morgan rant.
I am doing what's best for my kid. Ava is my daughter.
Right.
I'm just the manny.
That's not what I said.
That's not what I meant. You don't...
Can you please come back here so we can...
Okay.
Eduardo's life just doesn't add up.
I'm late. I'm sorry. Sorry I'm late.
It was a crazy kid morning, but who cares about that?
Who cares about kids?
- I brought doughnuts. - Hell yeah.
I love it when you're late.
So many options.
Can't go wrong with glaze, right?
- Never. - No.
- Maybe it's a sprinkles day. - Might be a sprinkles day.
- Yeah. I don't know. Is that a jelly... - Just pick a damn doughnut.
Okay.
Medical examiner's report just came in.
Eduardo Cortez's cause of death is drowning
with trace amounts of alcohol in his system.
But he looked sober on the CCTV footage when he was walking with Iris.
Bartender says he tied one on.
Could have been all the Xanax the lab found in his system.
They also found residue on the glassware.
Xanax's main side effects
are severe drowsiness and dizziness.
Still, no one other than Dr. Bowman used the key card to enter the room that night.
But the cameras proved she isn't the killer.
What if the murderer entered the room in a way that didn't require a key card?
What are you talking about, Morgan?
I'm talking about the murderer going into the room through the window.
The room is on the fourth floor.
You'd have to be Spider-Man.
Really, Oz? I brought doughnuts.
Look, would it be easy? No. But is it doable? I think so.
Right here.
I didn't see it when I was there in person
because there was a crime scene photographer standing in front of me.
But... do you see?
- What are we looking at? - The window latches.
See? All of those are turned to the left except for this one,
which is turned to the right, which means it's unlocked.
The murderer could have done the deed and then exited through the window
but not been able to lock it from the outside.
Except it's on the fourth floor, Morgan.
What other leads do we have?
Cortez's financials.
A prelim check showed he had no debt.
Lived in a fancy apartment. Drove a beat-up car.
Yeah. He did wear old suits and doctor 'em up to look expensive.
All right. Keep digging into his finances.
Oz, check out Morgan's window theory.
Yes!
Here you go, sir.
Thanks.
It was a yellow light. You could have just gone.
Hey. Big news.
I just got back from the hotel.
Manager said it's policy for the cleaners to lock the windows
when they finish cleaning the room each morning.
So if a window was unlocked, guest must have done it that day.
So it was left unlocked.
But the question wasn't whether the window was unlocked.
- Could someone get up to the window? - I think someone could.
Not me but someone.
Look, there are recessed windows and a lot of ledges.
In between those, crevices and indentations.
But check this out.
What is that? Powder?
Yes, it's powder. It's magnesium carbonate.
- That's the powder climbers use. - Hey, guys.
Okay. Thank you.
You wanted a deep dive into Eduardo Cortez's money?
I just learned he deposited checks totaling more than 200,000
in the past year from a woman named Glenda Walker.
Her address.
This is it.
Feel like an assisted-living community
isn't exactly a hotbed for criminal activity.
LAPD. Is this Glenda Walker's room?
Yeah.
Can we ask her some questions?
You can try.
Glenda, do you know Eduardo Cortez?
I am sorry, I don't. Should I?
What about Ernest Lozano?
Oh, yes.
Ernest is my fianc�.
We made plans to fly to Mexico City.
He's picking me up any minute now.
Can I ask why you gave him $200,000?
She what?
Mom?
Is that true?
It's for our home in Mexico City.
I gave Ernest my half, and he is taking care of everything.
It has a lovely guest room just for Kyle.
Kyle, do you mind if we speak in private?
Yeah.
How long has she been like this?
My mom got diagnosed almost a year ago.
It's getting worse.
- Doctors say it's dementia. - Yeah.
You ever meet this Ernest?
No. No, I was living up north when they first met.
So, my mom got sick. Stopped hearing from the guy.
We're gonna have to establish some boundaries,
'cause Karadec was just here the other night.
I have a Roman question.
So this.
Roman's work.
Bird's wing or fishtail?
Please tell me it's a bird's wing. I got 50 bucks on it.
- It's a bird's wing. - Yes!
It's a Phoenix actually. Do you wanna see the whole thing?
I would, in fact.
Is this relevant to anything other than your bet?
A month before he went missing,
Roman was cited for painting a mural in an unauthorized location.
Back then, the area was a hotbed for criminal activity.
- Roman wasn't a criminal. - But I'm wondering
if he saw something in the area he shouldn't have.
I don't know. He didn't say anything about it. I'm sure he would have.
- Isn't that cool? - It really is.
Keep it. Keep all of them. They might be useful.
- Great. - Do you want a cookie?
I'm not sure if that's a serious question or not.
- But if it is, yes. - I don't joke around about cookies.
I'm not concerned about your bowels.
I just hide the good stuff where the kids will never look.
You are a genius.
Had I known this when I was raising my kids,
my books would've been full with cookies.
I bet you could fit a lot of cookies in a dictionary.
Thank you for letting me look at your daddy's gift.
How much is in there?
Ballpark. Fifty grand.
Where did Eduardo get this money?
Working theory,
he was seducing vulnerable women and scamming them out of their money.
Take it away.
Give it back to those women.
Wanna see my Stanley photos?
I sure do want to see your Stanley photos.
Oh, cute.
That's my daddy.
- There he is. - Here I am.
- Saved you a stool. - Thank you.
Your, drink's on the way.
Dirty vodka martini on the rocks.
Weird drink for my weird guy.
Yeah, well, martini glasses are what's weird.
It's poorly designed barware. Terrible for people with large hands.
And how did you guess my drink?
I've been cleaning up in major crimes for months.
I know you better than you know yourself.
- Oh, you do? - I do.
Okay. Well, tell me about myself then.
You fill your car up every two weeks
at the same spot next to Union Station.
You love yourself a French dip from Philippe's.
You avoid the 405 at all costs.
And... your favorite doughnut is not a doughnut.
It's an apple fritter.
So where was my fritter earlier?
I haven't decided if I like you yet.
What was so important that we couldn't talk about it on the phone?
Yes.
So we know that Eduardo was conning rich, vulnerable women
to get their money.
And who meets a lot of rich, vulnerable women?
A hotel bartender.
- What are you doing? - I'm not going back to prison.
Oz, put the gun down.
- Yeah, they went out the front. - Morgan!
- Check the back door. - Yes, ma'am.
Why didn't you tell me what I was walking into?
- I didn't know all that was gonna happen. - I could've gotten stabbed.
Okay. I think you're overreacting just a teeny bit.
No. I am not overreacting. We both could've been seriously hurt.
Ok, but we didn't, right? And how about a little bit of gratitude, by the way?
Oh, gratitude. Gratitude. Gratitude for what?
I gave you a break in the case.
Thank you, Morgan, for giving me a break in the case
in the most idiotic way possible.
How can someone as smart as you are do so many stupid things?
Why does everyone feel like they have the right to just call me stupid?
You know what? I don't have to take this.
- I don't need this job that bad. - Fine.
- This job does not need you. - Perfect. I quit.
- There is no way Morgan quit. - That's what I heard.
She stormed off at the hotel.
Karadec.
Daphne, meet me in Interrogation.
Oz, get started on the paperwork.
Assault, battery, extortion,
- buying and selling of stolen goods. - And Eduardo Cortez's murder.
We know you guys shared a cell in prison.
What was your relationship like with Eduardo after being released?
Look, you pulled a knife on a cop.
You wanna minimize your jail time, this is your chance.
When I got out, I was doing okay bartending.
But I knew that Eduardo was struggling.
He helped me on the inside, so I felt like I owed him.
When I started at the hotel, he came up with a plan.
To exploit vulnerable women.
I only gave him possible marks.
After that, whatever Eduardo did with these women is on him.
But you got a finder's fee.
Sure, but I had nothing to do with his death.
Why would I want Eduardo killed?
He was my goose that laid golden eggs.
Prado admitted to running a con with our victim,
but he lawyered up, so...
Any other leads?
Yeah, a few. I'll chase 'em down.
One more thing.
Morgan quit.
She didn't quit.
No, she made it pretty clear.
I chewed her out after the hotel incident,
and she stormed off yelling she didn't need the job.
She'll be back.
She needs this.
You quit?
Well, he was yelling. I was yelling. I don't know. I felt attacked.
- I really liked that job. - Liked? I loved that job.
It was a sweet gig, and they paid me for childcare.
So, wait, why did you call me all the way over here if you didn't need a manny?
I just wanted to tell you in person
that I'm really sorry about what I said to you the other night.
You're the closest thing Ava has to a father,
and we're all really lucky to have you in our lives.
Thanks.
Now, if you can just apologize like that to the LAPD,
I'm pretty sure you could get that sweet job back.
LAPD are bossy. You know how I feel about authority.
I do know.
Hot Dog on a Stick.
H&R Block. Magic Castle.
Kaiser Permanente Sunset, Kaiser Permanente Culver City.
- Kaiser Permanente... - I get it. I quit a lot.
Well, we'll figure it out.
Although, I do think I should tell you,
yesterday at pickup,
I heard Elliot bragging to his classmates about his mom being a detective.
I've never heard Elliot boasting about his driving instructor dad
or his cleaning lady mom, have you?
We gotta tell him to stop bragging about his mom being a cop.
Everyone's gonna think he's a narc.
Thanks for the apology.
Bye.
Prado's lawyer made it clear, there's no confession coming.
Yeah, it's fine. He's not our guy.
Couldn't have been in the hotel room at the time of death.
Staff confirmed his alibi, and we're getting security footage
- from the downstairs bar... - And his nails.
- I told you. - Thanks.
I know which one I want.
Can we please get back to the case?
Yes. As I was saying, his fingernails.
What about 'em? The victim wasn't scratched to death, Morgan.
No, he was not.
But, in order to climb the exterior of a hotel
and get into the fourth-floor window,
the murderer would have to have short nails.
The bartender had long, flamenco-guitar nails.
But you know who has short nails?
- I do. - Me too.
We all have short nails. So what? We're all murderers?
- What's your point, Morgan? - This question is for Karadec.
Do you know who has short fingernails?
Members of the Long Beach Climbing Club.
Kyle.
- Explain. - Kyle's a climber.
He could easily get up in that window.
He snuck up on Eduardo. He forced him underwater.
Kyle wanted revenge for his mother.
Daphne, Oz, go arrest Kyle Walker. Get him back here ASAP.
Excellent work, Morgan.
Detective, get the confession and close it up.
I thought you quit.
Oh, I did.
But you need me, admit it.
- Good work, Morgan. - Thank you.
You couldn't have done it alone.
What'd you say?
I said, "You couldn't have done it alone."
Kyle. Kyle couldn't have done it alone.
He doesn't appear on any of the CCTV footage.
He had an accomplice, someone who drugged Eduardo's drink.
Someone who unlatched the window.
Someone who was already inside the room that night.
I already explained the nature of our relationship.
Sure. But you left out the part where you gave Eduardo $390,000.
We know he lied to you.
We know he took your money.
What we wanna know is, how did you meet Kyle Walker?
So, Kyle, how did you come into contact with Dr. Iris Bowman?
I met Kyle at the hotel.
I started staking out the place where I knew she met this new guy.
And that's where you met Iris?
She was with him.
I just wanted to ruin his scam.
So, I tried to warn her, but it was...
Too late. I-I'd already given him so much.
I was humiliated. I was furious.
But Kyle wanted revenge.
I'm saying that we get even.
He came up with a plan to kill him.
It was Iris.
She wanted revenge.
The police can't help us.
You could have taken this to the authorities.
We could have helped you.
Help? No one could help me.
One day I was married to the love of my life,
and the next day he was gone.
I spent six months
convinced I'd never be whole again, let alone love again.
And then in a hotel bar, of all places... I met Ernest.
He brought light back into my life.
And in return, I gave him everything.
He said my money was going to our vacation house in Mexico City.
So, once Kyle told me about the scam, I just...
decided to take back what was mine.
See, that's the thing, Kyle. It doesn't matter who came up with what.
You're both complicit.
Can I ask you guys something?
What kind of man takes advantage of a woman
whose memory is-is so far gone
that she doesn't even know who or where she is?
Who targets a mother
whose memory is so eroded
that she doesn't even remember her son?
Come on, Kyle. It's time to go.
Hey, wait. Wait, wait, wait.
Before you lock me up or whatever you're gonna do...
I need to say goodbye to my mom.
All set.
Hey, Mom, I'm in Colorado now.
You got the job.
Yeah, you're looking at Rocky Mountain Park's newest employee.
Oh, that is fantastic, sweetie.
You always wanted to move there.
I'm not gonna be able to stop by anymore.
But I-I'm gonna call you, okay? I'm gonna check in.
Will you promise me that you're gonna keep up with your physical...
You worry too much about me. You always have.
I'll be okay.
Hey, I love you, Mom.
Oh, I love you too.
Karadec, I was wrong.
You're not a heartless police robot.
Just a regular police robot.
Well, I'll, see you tomorrow.
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