Common Law 1x01 Pilot Original Air Date on May 11, 2012
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WOMAN: Okay, everyone,
let's get started.
So today,
we're gonna talk about intimacy, and that doesn't just mean sex.
(exhales)
Intimacy is about trusting someone enough
to share your innermost secrets with them.
Your partner can't know
what your needs are unless they really know who you are.
So, these are your partner awareness profile.
They're gonna be your homework for this week.
They have been specifically designed
to reignite your curiosity about one another.
You know, most couples end up here
because they've passed through the phase of physical attraction
and now they need to find an emotional one.
So, think of this work
as a way to shed your secrets... Here you go, man.
...in the same way you once shed your clothes.
Who wants to go first?
Great. Let's hear from our new couple.
Everyone, this is Wes and Travis.
Travis. (group murmuring)
Hey. Hey, Travis.
Guys, why don't you tell the group
how long you've been together.
Five years. Seven years.
We've known each other
for seven years.
We've been partners for five years,
which is what she was asking.
You know what? Let's start.
First question:
uh, Wes, how did Travis get his name?
Travis was adopted.
So, I doubt he even knows.
I wasn't adopted, okay?
I grew up in foster care.
Oh, man. I'm sorry.
See, I was right. He doesn't know.
Nobody knows. Sad.
Alex knows.
We're not gonna talk about Alex.
Alex who?
Alex...
Nothing's off limits in here.
Who's Alex?
(sighs)
No one.
Wes's ex.
Oh, yeah,
yeah, exes are always the problem.
She found me on Facebook.
Who found you on Facebook?
Wes, did you and Alex
try couples therapy?
No, no, we didn't need therapy,
and frankly, we don't need therapy, either.
Do you see a pattern here? Weren't we talking
about why no one wanted to adopt Travis?
You know, in my experience, critical people
are often just trying to keep the world at arm's length,
particularly the ones they love,
because they don't think that they deserve their affection.
That's not me. No. Wow, that's so you.
No, that's absolutely not me. Dude, she got you; that's you.
That's him. And you, Travis?
I suspect you have no problem charming your way
into pretty much any situation.
(chuckles) But I wonder if you have trouble
sustaining meaningful relationships?
Nailed him.
We voted for your proposition.
Well, thank you.
What? Wait. What?
Are you married?
You think we're gay?
They're partners.
No, we're partners.
Police partners. Detectives.
Oh, yeah, like the Village People.
(laughter)
Okay,
okay, you know what we need?
We need a deinhibitizing exercise.
Let's play Have You Ever.
No, can we play
What's in Your Pocket?
Fear in a Hat.
(murmuring in agreement)
Stand up.
On your feet.
Wes?
No, maybe you'd like to hear Travis
tell us some more about Alex?
Ooh, there was this one time,
I mean, she...
Mm-hmm, okay, face each other.
Toes touching.
Actually touching.
Both toes? Both toes.
That's it. Great.
(phone ringing)
We got to go.
Ooh, sorry, Dr. Ryan.
Okay.
Don't forget your questionnaire.
Why do they get to leave?
Can't believe we're doing this. Well, we wouldn't have to
if you hadn't pulled your gun on me.
Well, I wouldn't have pulled my gun on you
if you learned to apologize. I didn't do anything wrong.
You know what? Just...
Shut up.
You never want to talk anymore, you know that?
What is it about "shut up" you don't understand?
Get in the car. You get in the car.
Wipe your feet first.
Your car's running your life.
This car is all I got left.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Homicide Unit 2 responding to body found
at MacArthur Park.
DISPATCH: Copy that, Homicide.
Get your feet off the dash.
(engine starting)
(siren blaring)
Question number one:
where did you meet your partner?
That's easy.
Sharpshooting competition; I won.
No, I won, and we're not doing that stupid questionnaire.
Wes, I think we should give Dr. Ryan a chance.
She seems really smart.
And she gets us, you know?
Oh, my God.
Why don't you give it up?
Give what up?
She's way out of your league.
Is that what you think?
You think I'd hit on our therapist?
I have a girlfriend. Oh, yeah?
Who?
Question number 2...
(siren blaring)
Oh, I thought you two broke up.
We're in couples counseling.
Yeah, right.
For real?
Yeah, we wanted to find the magic again.
Does that work?
'Cause my wife keeps saying that we need counseling.
Now, all of a sudden, I'm a sex addict
because I want to do it more than once a month?
Maybe the wife and I should join your group.
WES: You definitely should. It's doing wonders for us.
(indistinct radio transmission)
TRAVIS: So, what do we got?
Victim's a white male John Doe.
Defensive wounds
on his hands, puncture wounds on his chest
and neck.
Another homeless junkie
looking for a score got the sidewalk special.
Well, that's an interesting theory
except this guy wasn't killed here.
He's lying on his stomach,
but this lividity on his back indicates he was moved.
He's not homeless, either; these are brand-new designer jeans.
And look at his nails, huh?
Manicured.
You're right about the white male part, though.
Keep up the good work, Flash.
You'll make detective in no time.
How do you work with this guy?
One therapist said it's because
I'm attracted to abusive relationships.
Found the murder weapon.
What does that say? "Scouts"?
Let me guess. No witnesses?
Oh, I'm sure there are, but no one's talking.
Yeah, that would be bad for business.
You know, when I was a kid,
I grew up in a neighborhood like this.
This rich guy crashed his car.
By the time the ambulance showed up,
his rims, his radio,
his wallet,
wedding ring,
everything, gone.
WES: Kid in the wing-tips?
I don't know.
But they're definitely not his.
Running.
Hey, where you guys going?
(horns honking)
♪
(yelling) Go, go, go.
(buzzer sounds)
Hey.
Did you really think you could outrun me in those shoes?
(muttering)
Hi there.
How are you?
Just take it easy.
You little maniac.
You're in trouble now.
Oh, you're in trouble now.
What's this? It's a cell phone, man.
Watch the ladder. I didn't even do anything, man.
You killed a guy for his shoes?
I didn't kill anyone.
He's lying. Let's shoot him.
Travis, you cannot shoot him.
He ran from the crime scene.
He's wearing the victim's shoes.
I'm betting after I shoot him, we'll find the evidence.
And if not, we'll plant evidence.
I'm putting in the untraceable bullets.
(sirens blaring) Chill out, man.
Okay, look, all I did was take
his cell phone and his wallet.
He didn't even have any money in it.
All right, turn around.
Put your hands on your head.
Stealing things from dead people?
Yuck.
I swear, you cops are worse
than criminals, man.
Cell phone's toast.
Tobey Whitaker.
(panting)
"Dear Son, I just wanted you to know
"how proud I am of you.
Love, Dad."
Chief Judge Whitaker.
Our victim's a son of a judge.
(phone rings) WES: We already got a few leads
we're following up on.
Just 'cause you're the first ones to roll up
doesn't mean you're necessarily gonna get the case.
The victim is the son of a federal judge.
Which means you need this case solved. Fast.
And it means I need two detectives who are capable
of following the rules and won't object
to each other's testimony in court.
Oh, we're not even like that anymore, Cap.
Right, Wes?
Yeah, right. Really?
'Cause I heard about your session today.
Doesn't seem to me like you guys are making much progress.
Captain, that is a violation
of our doctor-patient confidentiality.
Don't give me that lawyer crap, huh?
You have no rights.
You gave them up when you pulled your gun on your partner.
Captain, Wes is learning
to express himself more constructively.
Right, Wes?
Right, right.
And Travis is learning to apologize.
Right, Travis?
Anytime I do something wrong.
We, uh, we can't thank you enough
for sending us to therapy, Captain.
Why do my two best detectives
have to be the biggest pain in my ass?
Hi. We interrupting something?
Yes, you are, but come on in anyway.
Yeah, the captain needs you two to help him
pick out a new color for his office.
(both laugh)
That's hilarious.
Stow it, hmm?
The D.A. wants to put Gooden and Scott on this case.
Oh. What? (grunts)
You gonna give this case to Cagney and Lacey?
Look, you just said we're your two best detectives.
Yeah, but the D.A. does not agree.
You need to learn to trust.
Exactly. What's the point of putting us in therapy
if you're not gonna give us a chance to prove we've changed?
TRAVIS: How can we forge a meaningful relationship
if you don't allow us to self-actualize?
You guys are psycho-babbling sociopaths, you know that?
Oh, wow, thank you.
Yeah, my partner and I
promise to weigh your input carefully.
(laughs) What, are we in junior high now?
That was a tough six years for you, wasn't it, Brady?
(laughs) Shut up!
All right, you all shut it! All right.
I'm gonna put you on this case.
Thank you! But you have to take
this therapy seriously.
Absolutely. No doubt.
And that doesn't mean just
say what I want to hear.
Never. Nope.
Therapy's hard work.
And it takes a lot of time.
Took me years to realize that I joined the Marines at 16
just because my old man wouldn't hug me,
and that showing affection did not mean I was a homosexual,
or that anger was never really the first good reaction,
even when the old lady took up with the, uh...
Cap, we don't need all the details.
I still can't believe
you didn't kick her ass out.
No, it had to be.
It was my own fault.
It brought us closer.
It made me a more attentive lover.
(shudders)
The Scouts started handing these out in 1911
as an award to their highest achieving members.
I've seen all sorts of knives used as murder weapons--
steak knives, Ginsu knives, Bowie knives--
but never a Scout knife.
It's... ironic.
It's poetic.
We'll be sure to tell the killer
how much you appreciate his symbolism.
But in order to do that,
we're going to need some actual scientific evidence
to... catch him.
I was getting to that.
Wow, your partner doesn't understand foreplay, does he?
What was that?
What?
That.
Travis, you didn't tell him? I told him.
No, you didn't. So, now you know.
No, I don't know. Yes, you do.
No, I don't 'cause you still haven't said anything.
Travis, just tell him.
He knows. He's-he's not as dumb as he looks.
We're dating.
There.
You happy?
Now, can we please try and stay focused on the case?
I don't know. Can we?
Miss Sandoval, please continue.
Thank you.
According to the RFLP DNA analysis,
the blood on the knife did belong to Tobey Whitaker.
As far as the prints go, killer did a pretty good job
of wiping the blade down.
However, I did find a partial on the base of the hilt.
I ran it through the database, and it came up empty.
So whoever else handled this knife
doesn't have a criminal record.
Okay, thank you.
Oh, you want to, uh, give her a kiss before we go?
You know I hate it when you date women at work, right?
But she's hot, right? She's hot?
Wow.
Where else am I supposed to meet girls, man?
Everyone I meet is either dead, a suspect, or under arrest.
(sighs)
Don't be like that.
I really like her. Uh-huh.
She could be the one. This week.
Whoa, don't be a hater because I know how to move on.
I've moved on.
You haven't dated anyone in over a year and a half.
Other than Tobey, Judge Whitaker has a son named Zach.
He lives here at home with his dad.
What about the mom?
Died five years ago.
Cancer.
Boy, here we go.
Oh, boy, they're like roaches.
(camera shutters clicking, reporters murmuring)
Ooh. Channel 2 has a new reporter.
Hey. How you doing?
She's cute.
Don't you have a girlfriend?
I was thinking for you.
Don't ever do any thinking for me.
It's not like I hadn't imagined this a thousand times.
Tobey had been addicted to heroin for years.
Finally bottomed out and agreed to go into rehab.
Did he complete the program?
Yes.
He, uh, he transitioned into sober living nine months ago.
When was the last time you talked to Tobey?
Three days ago.
Zach and I went to visit him on family day at the sober house.
Hmm. Where is Zach?
Can we speak with him?
He went for a drive.
He does that when he gets upset.
Last time he saw his brother, they got into a fight.
(cell phone ringing)
Is that Zach?
(sighs)
No.
Was Tobey a Scout when he was a kid?
No. Zach was.
Why?
We found a Scout knife at the scene.
We think it was the murder weapon.
Where was Zach the night before last?
Are you suggesting
that Zach is a suspect in his brother's murder?
This is all just preliminary, sir.
Don't patronize me, kid.
I think I know a little bit about how the law works.
Sir, we're just doing our job.
Well, Zach is innocent.
He was here, all night, doing his homework,
studying.
I went to bed at 11:00, he was still studying
when I got up at 6:00.
That's a lot of homework.
He has dyslexia.
Takes him longer to tackle material.
Listen to me.
I know that I failed as a parent with Tobey,
but Zach is a good kid.
And he would never do something like that.
Okay.
MAN: No, no, I didn't. WOMAN: No, sorry.
Okay. If you think of anything, let us know.
Of course. Thank you.
Can I help you, gentlemen?
Hi. I'm Detective Mitchell. This is Detective Marks.
Oh, I'm glad you're here.
Who's in charge here?
That'd be me. Vince West.
This is Marcus Hunter, house security.
You both live here? Marcus doesn't.
I called him as soon as I realized Tobey was missing.
My company runs security
for all the sober houses in the area.
Oh. You mind if we take a look around,
see Tobey's room?
Follow me.
The room has been left the way we found it.
When's the last time anyone saw Tobey?
Two nights ago.
He was in his room at 11:00 at lights-out,
but he wasn't here in the morning.
Any idea where he might have gone?
Usually, when people disappear around here,
it's because they're using again.
In this case, heroin.
Tobey's father mentioned
that he and his brother had an argument recently.
I'm sorry.
We don't disclose what goes down in therapy.
GRETCHEN: His brother killed him.
Gretchen.
Tobey's dead and Zach did it.
You'll have to excuse Gretchen.
She and Tobey got pretty close.
What did Tobey and Zach fight about?
The usual: money, drugs.
Zach told Tobey he was tired of his crap.
He said he wished he would just die
and save the family the trouble.
Well, I guess he got what he wanted.
You and Tobey were dating?
No.
Tobey broke it off a long time ago.
I don't care if you guys believe me.
We can add jilted ex-girlfriend to the list of suspects.
Hey, man, she's no threat. Believe me.
I know scary ex-girlfriends-- whew-- she's not the type.
(engine starts)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Zach, on the other hand-- he did threaten to kill Tobey.
Emotions run high during those therapy sessions.
People sometimes say things they don't mean.
And sometimes people say exactly what they mean.
(cell phone ringing)
Listen, man, Tobey was an embarrassment to his family,
and Zach-- he finally snapped.
Mitchell here.
Yeah.
Yeah, we'll be right there.
Found Zach.
(siren whooping)
Alvarez.
Where is he?
D-Don't come any closer, okay?!
I'll jump!
You're not gonna jump.
Nice, Travis. Dare him to jump.
I'm just saying if he was gonna jump,
he would've jumped already.
Don't listen to him.
Zach, I'm Detective Wesley Mitchell...
I'm Detective Travis Marks.
Now, which one of us do you want to talk to, me or him?
I don't want to talk to either of you!
I just want to tell my dad that I'm sorry first.
(sniffles)
Sorry for what?
My brother's dead because of me.
You should've picked a higher building.
Travis...
TRAVIS: I'm just saying.
Listen, you could live.
You'd be a vegetable, but...
Okay, I'd rather talk to him.
Okay.
Now he'd rather talk to me, all right?
Okay, Zach, I'm listening.
I need your help. Okay.
You, too. Come with me.
You got your keys? Yeah.
Listen, Zach,
you can't jump.
Can't do that to your father.
He'll never get over that.
Whatever you did, I'm sure your dad will forgive you.
We had a bond.
I should've trusted him.
Who, your dad?
Tobey.
He said that his dealer was gonna kill him
if he didn't give him the $5,000 that he owed him.
But I could always tell when he was lying, and he was lying.
Every time that he ever borrowed money from me before,
it was for drugs, but this time...
Should've just given him the money, man.
Zach... Should've given it to him
because he's dead now, and it's all my fault.
Okay, Zach, Zach, Zach.
I believe you-- I believe you didn't
kill your brother, all right?
But if you jump,
everyone's going to think you did.
What? Why?
Well, uh...
we found a Scout knife at the scene, and we think
it was the murder weapon.
Was that yours?
Yeah.
It was my knife, but I gave it to Tobey.
You have to believe me.
I didn't kill him. I loved him.
Then come down from there and help us find his killer.
Co on, Zach.
Come down.
Hasn't your father had a bad enough day already?
And it's all my fault. Look at me.
It's not your fault. Don't think...
Zach, Zach... Zach?
Whoa! Get him! Get him! Get him!
(screams)
Hang on!
(grunting)
Grab my hand. Pull him up.
I am pulling.
(grunting)
(panting)
Whew!
All right.
Way to talk him down.
Tobey's drug dealer threatened
to kill him unless he gave him $5,000?
I don't buy it. Yeah.
Not a lot of dealers out there selling product on credit.
So, who's lying? (door bangs against meter)
Zach or Tobey?
You just ding my door?
No.
No?
Yeah, yeah, you did.
Travis?
You... you dinged it. What? What?
You dinged it right here.
Oh, that was already there.
No, it was not.
Hey, hey, I offered to drive.
You ride a motorcycle.
Admit you dinged the car door.
You still thinking about that?
It just happened.
This is why we need Dr. Ryan.
We should ask for private sessions.
Yeah, I'm sure you would like a private session
with Dr. Ryan. Indeed, I would.
Who was... who was using my hand sanitizer?
This is Wesley Mitchell's.
Do you even know you're obsessive-compulsive?
Do you even know
that you're pathologically incapable of apologizing?
You're anal-retentive.
You're anal-explosive.
Wow. You just made that one up.
I don't make things up, unlike you,
Mr. "I Won the Sharpshooting Competition."
I did. No, you did not.
Yes, I did. No, you did not.
So did so. So did not.
(clears throat) You guys sound like my parents.
Hey, Ellen.
What is that?
Uh, it's just a couples questionnaire.
It asks for, uh,
two adjectives to describe your partner.
(rapid clicking)
I was having trouble till just now.
"Bag."
"Douche."
Neither of those words are adjectives.
I don't get it. You guys used to be so good together.
What happened?
We got to know each other.
You don't know anything about me.
That's why we have to do the couples questionnaire.
That is not why we have to do the couples questionnaire.
Why don't you tell Ellen the real reason
you'd like to do the couples questionnaire.
Oh, the real reason.
Go ahead. (clears throat)
Captain's orders.
That's not it. Yes, it is.
No, it is not. Okay, okay.
Sorry I asked. Here.
The guys managed to extract the data
off Tobey's damaged cell phone.
Last number he called was at 3:04 a.m.
before he was killed.
I tried dialing it. It's disconnected.
Okay. Find out who it used to belong to
and how long it's been disconnected.
ELLEN: Okay. I'll run it by the phone company.
What's this number right here?
Tobey dialed it multiple times.
That one belongs to a Dominic Santori.
Dominic, Dominic.
Dominic Santori.
Randi used to talk about him.
Randi?
From Narcotics?
Is there anyone here you haven't dated?
Hmm? (Wes laughing)
Funny testimony.
(sniffing)
Yeah.
Oh, good boy, Hudson.
That's a good boy.
Hudson, good...
Hello, big boy.
That's a good boy.
Ugh. I don't know Hello.
why he likes you so much.
He's a dog. He knows his own kind.
So, what are you two sniffing around Narcotics for?
We need a little help.
Don't we?
We need a little help!
(Travis imitates Hudson moaning)
RANDI: Dominic Santori.
Owns a car dealership in Van Nuys.
We believe he's smuggling heroin
into the country through his cars,
but our dogs have never been able to pick up the scent.
So maybe Tobey was telling the truth
about owing a drug dealer money after all.
What kind of cars does Santori sell?
High-end ones.
You know, Lamborghinis, Bugattis.
Mmm.
Always wanted to test-drive a Lamborghini.
(imitates roaring engine)
You're an idiot.
(Travis continues imitating engine)
Ooh. How much is that one?
750K.
With that kind of money, I could buy three Camaros
and a house.
This is a Lamborghini Murciélago.
670 horsepower,
V12, 6.5-liter.
Only 4,000 of these produced.
This... this is a work of art.
I have been waiting for this car to come in for six months.
Been waiting for it my whole life.
Hi. Dominic Santori.
All right, so listen. I got a red one out back.
It's only a Gallardo, but, uh, she's a pretty sweet ride
if you want to give it a whirl.
I'd kind of rather take this one out.
Yeah, sorry. She's not street-legal yet.
We got to change out the smog system first.
Federal law. Right.
'Cause you can't drive it with an illegal smog system.
Right, and, you know what, we wouldn't want him
to break any laws.
So, how much is the car
without all the drugs stuffed in it?
Who are you guys?
Homicide.
We want to ask you a few questions
about Tobey Whitaker. Never heard of him.
Why do they always say that?
I don't know.
Why did he call you seven times
the week before he was murdered?
I'm calling my lawyer. Now you see what you did?
He's going to lawyer up. Yeah, but your way wasn't working.
Did Tobey owe you money?
Wise guy.
(gun cocks) Here we go.
I don't see this.
Yeah, what are you gonna do? You gonna... you gonna shoot me?
Why not?
I mean, I have a gun. I shoot bad guys.
That's just kind of what I do, you know.
He's right-- he does stupid stuff all the time.
I'd answer his questions if I were you.
I'm not answering anything
Hey, it's Dom. Give me Larry.
Hey, is the smog system
in the front or the back?
Back.
Larry, I got two cops down here.
Excuse me. Yeah.
Like, right around here? No, lower.
Lower? Here? To the right.
Okay. Right there?
Mm-hmm. Okay. Dominic.
I'm going to give you one more chance.
Did you threaten Tobey's life?
My lawyer wants your badge number.
Okay. Tell him it's 911...
(yelps)
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!
No, Larry, he didn't shoot me.
The crazy cop just shot my car!
Sprung a leak.
Oy.
Larry, I'm calling you back.
DOMINIC: Listen, I will not press charges if you leave now.
WES: We can't do that. This is a crime scene.
We have to impound this car now.
No, I-I know my rights.
That's illegal search and seizure.
Well, this guy just violated
penal codes 246, 417, and 594:
illegal display and discharge of a firearm without cause,
not to mention vandalism.
Now this car and its contents are evidence.
Now, I assure you
this chowderhead's going to be prosecuted
to the fullest extent of the law. Excuse me.
All right, fine. Look, I will tell you
everything you want to know about Tobey if we can, uh,
you know...
forget about all this, huh?
(sighs)
Let's hear it.
All right, first, I had nothing to do with Tobey's murder.
All right, I wasn't even in town.
Why was he calling you?
He needed money-- five K.
He asked you for the money? Did he say what he needed it for?
No, but he sounded pretty desperate.
He kept, uh, looking back at the car he rolled up in.
There was someone inside waiting for him.
I couldn't see who. The windows were tinted.
What kind of car was it?
'69 Chevelle SS with, uh, red flames.
Oh, that's a nice car. That is a nice car.
Did you give him the money? What do you think?
He's the son of a federal judge.
Thought it'd be a good idea to have him in my back pocket.
Besides, Tobey said he'd work it off
washing cars.
Where were you two nights ago?
I was at a... at a car show in Phoenix.
I didn't even get back until this morning.
You can call the airlines.
We will.
So, uh, gentlemen, what do you say?
Can we, uh, forget about all this, huh?
Of course. We're Homicide.
What do we care about drug dealers?
Excuse us.
(chuckling)
Hey, Randi.
Yeah, it's Wes.
Well, we got a sample for your dogs.
(laughing): Do not ask us how.
(fires three shots)
(air hissing)
I hate that guy.
Santori said someone else
was in the Chevelle with Tobey.
We got to find that car.
(horn honking)
TRAVIS: If Tobey's drug dealer owns a classic car,
then we know one thing's for sure:
spends a lot of time in the shop.
Yeah, but there must be a hundred
of these auto repair shops in town.
Ooh.
Yeah, not like this one, though.
If there's any specialty part, this guy can get it,
and if not, he knows somebody who can.
(guns cocking)
Uh... Travis?
We're looking for Filemoni. Who's looking?
Tell him it's, uh, T-Bone.
T-Bone?
Yeah, T-Bone.
T-Bone!
Money!
Excuse me. Wha...?!
(grunting)
What's up, boy?
Put your guns down, fellas.
(speaks Samoan)
My foster brother.
Look at you.
Man, what are you doing
coming around here on duty?
I need your help.
We got to find a car.
(typing)
You should call Mama.
She misses you, brother.
I call her.
Pig. Sorry, sorry.
MONEY: Uh, my boy Tuck says
he got some new panel skins
for a '69 Chevelle with red flames.
He says the owner told him it'd been in the family for years.
Okay, does Tuck have a receipt,
anything with a name, credit card number on it?
Yeah, we're sort of a "cash only" industry.
Uh... Uh,
enlarge that picture, please.
License plate 385
Franklin- Charlie-Edward.
Got it? Yep.
Thanks, bro.
All right.
(speaking Samoan)
I miss you, too, all right?
(speaking Samoan)
How could I forget Mother's Day?
It's the busiest day of my life.
WOMAN: License plate 385 Franklin-Charlie-Echo.
Belongs to a Clay D. Morton.
Prior convictions: aggravated assault, racketeering,
possession with intent to sell.
Approach with caution.
(hip hop plays in passing car)
(dog barking)
Travis.
(gun cocks)
(clicks)
LAPD! Put it down!
Police! Open the door!
Drop it!
(clicks)
(sighs)
(baby coos)
At first, when I found out I was pregnant,
I wasn't going to tell Tobey,
but I couldn't work,
so I needed money for medical bills
and... rent.
Then when he saw the ultrasound,
it's like he became an entirely different person.
He said he finally had something to live for.
Why didn't Tobey tell his family about you and the baby?
Well, he was going to, but he wanted to prove
he could stay clean first.
But the bills got out of hand
and I finally got an eviction notice.
Tobey said he knew where we could get the money...
and that's when we went to go see Dominic.
You drove him and waited in the car?
Yeah.
How much money did Dominic lend you?
$5,000, but Tobey was going to pay every penny back.
So Tobey didn't use any of that money for drugs.
Drugs-- are you kidding?
No, Tobey wouldn't let anybody with drugs near us.
He was determined to stay clean.
(crying)
You, uh,
you mind if I try?
Oh, come here, little buddy.
(crying loudly) Come here, buddy.
Oh.
DMV says the Chevelle parked outside
is registered to a Clay Morton.
That's my cousin.
He's in prison.
All right.
Just one more thing, uh...
Do you recognize this number?
Bottom-- it's the last number
Tobey dialed before he was killed.
No.
(baby laughing)
Okay.
(gibbering)
Hey, how'd you do that?
I had my share of, uh, little brothers and sisters.
(coos)
(laughing)
You know I have a gardener.
You should tell him the St. Augustine needs fertilizer.
I only agreed to share custody of the lawn
because I assumed you'd have your own place by now.
I'm looking.
I think you like living in a hotel.
Alex, you shouldn't put the boxes on the piano.
Well, when you get your own place,
you can have the piano.
So, what's wrong?
Who says something has to be wrong?
Well, you always obsess about the lawn
when there's something bothering you.
(sighs)
Thank you.
So, what is it?
(sighs)
There's this kid.
He's a suspect in his brother's murder,
and I don't think he did it.
Well, I thought you and Travis were on probation.
Yeah, w-well,
Captain Sutton put us in couples therapy.
Oh.
So you would go
to couples counseling with Travis?
You wouldn't go with me? Well,
it's not voluntary, and, and you and I didn't need therapy.
We knew exactly what the problem was.
You didn't want to be married
to a cop anymore. (clears throat)
I didn't marry a cop.
I married a lawyer.
Lawyers don't live their lives in the line of fire.
Well, I wish I didn't have to be a cop.
And I wish
you would stop blaming yourself
for something that wasn't your fault.
You were a good lawyer, Wes.
People need good cops more than they need good lawyers,
and if they need a good lawyer, they got you.
Maybe this counseling will be good for you.
Yeah, maybe.
Hey,
do you know how Travis got his name?
He said he told you.
It's part of this, you know, this therapy stuff.
The fireman who found him on the station steps named him
after a Cabbage Patch doll left in his baby carrier.
Travis the Cabbage Patch doll?
Mm-hmm.
(laughing)
Maybe I shouldn't have told you.
No, no, it's good. That's good.
It's good because it'll bring us closer together.
Mm-hmm.
I should go.
Okay.
(clears throat)
I'll, um, I'll pick up some fertilizer for the lawn
next time I come by.
TRAVIS: So I think I got this thing pretty much all figured out.
There's only one thing that's got me stumped.
"Which one of your partner's physical features
is he or she least happy with?"
I'm thinking it's your face.
(chuckles sarcastically) Can we get serious?
'Cause we got a case to focus on here, Cabbage Patch.
I made that up. (laughs)
No one, no one would make that up.
(sighs)
What are you doing?
Uh, just go on in, man.
I'm, I'm just gonna hang out here,
make a couple phone calls.
(sighs)
You dated the coroner?
One-night stand?
Let me guess. You didn't call her after.
This is why we don't date people at work.
Now, come on.
My report's not ready yet.
Any preliminary results?
Yes.
WES: Listen, Jonelle...
(clears throat)
I was wondering, if you were going to kill Travis...
Wow. Yeah.
You like it already. Yeah.
WES: How would you do it?
Because, I got to tell you, I've been tossing this around a lot.
I was thinking I could strangle him--
which would be very satisfying--
and then hang him, make it look like a suicide.
Yeah, but your best bet would be poisoning.
Insulin or potassium chloride-- undetectable.
You know, if I did turn up dead,
you'd be the first person they'd come after, Wes.
Oh, he's right.
The safest thing would be to leave no corpse behind.
That's right-- no body, no crime.
Could I squeeze him in a vat of acid or do I have
to chop him up first? You'd have to chop him up real good.
O-Okay, okay, you know, I should have called.
I-I'm a, I'm a jerk.
Did he just admit that he's a jerk?
He's in therapy.
Huh.
You, come close to the body.
Multiple stab wounds to the upper quadrant.
Defensive wounds were noted on the right and the left hands.
The left carotid artery
was punctured.
Cause of death: massive hemorrhaging.
The size and the depth of the punctures
are consistent with the blade of the Scout knife.
What about Tobey's tox screen?
Diacetylmorphine-positive.
Hmm, Tobey was using heroin again.
Oh, call me a..., but diacetylmorphine--
that just comes trippingly.
Any indication how long ago Tobey relapsed?
I could only find one recent subcutaneous injection.
You see?
Huh, in his neck.
Yeah, most junkies don't shoot up in the neck.
Where'd Tobey get the heroin?
He didn't have any money.
He gave the $5,000 to Irene.
I don't know. Maybe Tobey stole it.
He was living in a house full of ex-junkies.
I used to have this foster brother who was a junkie...
You look good. Thanks. It's good to see you.
You, too. All right, you still biking?
Not as much-- I do a lot of aerobics now,
but thanks for noticing. Yeah, no problem.
Keep it up. Yeah.
Good seeing you.
Yeah, you, too.
I like aerobics.
You're still here.
Of course it's possible.
Wouldn't be easy.
State law requires Marcus to conduct daily random searches.
Residents here aren't even allowed to have cold medicine.
What happens if you catch
someone with narcotics?
The resident is immediately removed off the premises,
and then we call the police.
I've seen Marcus remove people without anyone
even noticing.
You know, I, I always thought Tobey was gonna be
one of the ones that made it.
He was a real inspiration
to all of us,
even me.
You?
I've been sober for 15 years.
For many of us this place is our last chance
in more ways than one.
Like others here, I went to prison twice
for my addictions.
If any of us gets a third strike,
we're going to prison for good.
It's a real motivator to stay sober.
No, it just doesn't make any sense.
If Tobey was using again,
Irene would have known.
Maybe Tobey wasn't using again.
Maybe he's forcibly injected.
Well, what would be the motive?
Tobey didn't have any money.
Zach is the only one with a motive.
Gretchen has a motive. Maybe she's lying to us.
You ever think about that?
Maybe she knows about Irene and the baby; she's jealous.
I keep telling you, Gretchen-- not the jealous type.
See if she consents to a fingerprint analysis.
In fact we should just...
we should, we should fingerprint all the residents.
I don't know.
Where are you going?
Gonna get something to eat. You're not.
Travis, you're not eating in my car.
Travis.
Get napkins.
What's up, man?
(engine revs)
(door closes)
(cell phone beeps)
Excuse me.
Hi, uh, I don't know if you know this or not,
but you're blocking the handicap spot.
Get lost.
(glass shatters)
Everybody down. This is a robbery.
Hands up. Hands up where I can see them.
You, in the back, down underneath the counter
and stay down. WES: Well, the thing is
that you don't look handicap,
and someone might need to use the ramp,
and you don't have one of those little placards.
You know, the little blue and white wheel chair...
Here's my placard right here.
Boy, I don't think you're supposed to have that.
Probably gonna have to call the police.
Oh, they're here.
Fool, you just put the cashier behind the counter.
He's probably already called the police.
(beeps) And you can't rob a store from in the back.
It's my first time. Now, shut up.
Get on the ground, and give me your gun, all right?
I'm not giving you anything.
And I'm robbing this place.
No, you're not.
Unless you want to go to prison for shooting a police officer.
To hell
you're a police officer.
Stay cool.
(rifle chamber clicks)
(gunfire) Get down, now.
Shut up. Don't move. Don't move.
(grunts)
You okay?
Yeah.
I had it all under control.
You were hiding behind the Twinkies.
Yeah, yeah.
(phone rings)
Thank you. (beep)
Ellen wants to know why you're not picking up your phone.
I was in the middle of performing a robbery.
What'd she want? She says
she found a match for the fingerprints on the Scout knife.
(sirens approaching)
Tobey's brother Zach.
Shut up.
WES: What's this all about?
TRAVIS: Something tells me
we're in trouble again.
She already hates us.
Well, what else is new?
Travis. Hey.
Is it true Zach Whitaker's a suspect
in his brother's murder?
(laughs)
No comment.
Travis?
WES: She knows your name?
Travis!
What'd you tell that reporter Zach's a suspect?
You really think I would do that?
Well, I mean, something's going on.
I saw the way she looked at you.
Relax. She came by. Nothing happened.
Nothing happened? What's up, Rodney?
Like, like, "nothing happened with my car door"
nothing happened? Hey, Rod.
Forget about your car door already.
I will as soon as you admit you're the one
who put the huge gouge in the side of it.
Why can't you admit when you've done
something wrong...? Just let it go.
You know... (laughs)
(both laughing) What'd you say?
What's he say?
I can't swim!
That stuff you can believe.
Hi, Cap. Hey. Hey.
Oh, man. Hey, Cap.
Glad to see you guys getting along.
The D.A. is on her way.
Come on.
Okay, look, let me do the talking here.
That way we don't get in an argument
in front of the District Attorney.
Good idea. Except I should do the talking.
Can't even agree who should do the talking.
Flip a coin. No. Roshambo.
No. Nobody knows what roshambo is.
It's Rock-Paper-Scissors. Everybody knows...
So call it Rock...
Hey! Are you coming or not?
Yeah, we're just, uh,
you know, we're agreeing on something.
Heads or tails. Heads.
Okay. (flips coin)
Mike. My job is hard enough
without your department selling off details
of this case to the press.
Good to see you, too, Laura.
You don't care that you have a leak?
How do you know the leak
didn't come from your office?
Because the people in my office are professional,
or they're fired. Why are those two here?
I put them on the case.
I specifically asked for Scott and Gooden.
Yeah, I know.
You know, Laura, sometimes you are your own worst enemy.
You need to solve this case, right?
And Mitchell and Marks
are the two best detectives I have
in the entire department.
Now, sit down.
Come on, please, huh?
Don't you at least want to hear
what they have to say? Fine.
Let me get that for you.
Mine.
Let's hear it.
(clears throat)
Well...
we're, uh,
we're still working on a couple of theories.
Did the print on the Scout knife
match Zach's or not?
Yes, but, uh,
Zach already admitted that was his knife.
He said he gave that to Tobey as a gift,
uh, for agreeing to go to rehab.
Well, then, let's just take his word for it.
Says here that you have a witness
to a threat on Tobey's life by Zach?
It was more like, "I wish you would die"
than "I'm gonna kill you."
Does Zach Whitaker have an alibi?
He was studying all night.
Is there a corroborating witness to that?
Nothing that would hold up in court, no.
So we have mean, motive, opportunity,
and no alibi.
Why haven't we arrested this guy yet?
Well, because we're still tying up several loose ends.
I was asking Detective Marks.
Because we still have several loose ends.
Like what?
Like where did Tobey get the heroin found in his system?
Who was he trying to call before he was killed?
The last number he dialed was disconnected.
Tobey was high.
He was probably trying to call the Easter Bunny.
Look, we don't know
where Tobey was killed.
We don't even know where Tobey went that night.
Well, after we arrest Zach,
we can interrogate him and find out.
(sighs)
If you arrest Zach now, his lawyers
are gonna make sure that we get nothing.
And you might just destroy that kid's future.
Why don't you give us two more days
to tie up these loose ends.
I'm already being accused
of giving the judge preferential treatment.
I cannot afford to give him any more.
I'm issuing an arrest warrant for Zach Whitaker.
Based on what?!
Look, all the evidence you have is circumstantial.
You do not have enough to get a conviction here, Laura.
I'm the lawyer here, Detective Mitchell, not you.
That doesn't give you the right to arrest someone
just because you're being pressured by the media.
I think you should shut up now. I think
you should shut up now
because if you hadn't leaked any of this to the press
they wouldn't be pressuring her for an arrest.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. I didn't leak...
I didn't leak anything to the press.
WES: That's so like you not to admit when you did something wrong.
It's just like you to jump to conclusions.
Can I have a word with you, please?
I am not jumping to conclusions.
Hey.
Thanks, boys.
I want those two off this case,
and Detectives Scott and Gooden on
like I originally asked you.
Way to get us kicked off the case.
I got us kicked off the case? Yes.
You're the one shtupping reporters, spilling information,
using this precinct as your own private singles bar.
They're fired.
They're working out their problems in couples therapy.
Couples therapy...
Are you serious?
You know what your problem is, Travis?
I'm dying to hear what it is from you, Wes.
I'll tell you what your problem is: No one wanted you.
You're an orphan.
You got dropped off on a doorstep somewhere.
So now you're so desperate for attention,
you're willing to sleep with anything with two legs.
That's not my problem, Wes. It's sad.
You're my problem.
Oh, me. I'm the problem. Yeah. Oh, yeah.
You wouldn't be able to solve one case without me.
In fact, you'd probably wind up in prison
because you got no respect for the law.
And you're afraid to break a rule.
Maybe put your ass on the line just once,
and do whatever it takes to make a bust like I did
at that gas station today.
It's amazing the fact that I was able to arrest
my guy without firing a single shot.
That's because your guy was outside
and not inside about to shoot the clerk.
You almost got the clerk killed!
Mike, you used to eat nails for breakfast.
What happened to you?
Therapy happened.
And it's gonna help them.
You put innocent lives on the line.
And now because of your big, fat mouth
an innocent person's probably gonna go to prison.
Great job.
That's great, man.
Wow. You're the one...
that sent an innocent person to jail, not me.
I'd shut up right now if I were you.
Hmm, I'm kind of just getting started.
All I'm asking you is just keep an open mind.
I know that's hard for you.
Hey! Calm down.
Travis, let's go. Break it up.
Let him go.
I'll kill you!
That's it. We're done.
We're not done until I say we're done.
Get off me.
We're done.
I didn't say anything to the press.
I need you two
to make an arrest.
With an exclusive for Channel 2,
I'm standing here with Detective Brady Gooden,
one of the lead detectives on the Whitaker murder case
with an exclusive update.
Detective, what can you tell us?
Well, Sandra, uh, while I can't divulge
too much information,
uh, I can tell you that, uh, we have
a very... a very, very strong case.
So we're happy about that.
SANDRA: Would you say the judge and his family
have been cooperative then?
BRADY: Judge has been very cooperative.
It's been... it's been really great.
We're very excited where this is heading.
We think we're gonna uncover some really great things.
Detective, anything else you'd like to add?
Brady.
BRADY: Yes. I'd really like to say
how happy we are with the press.
I'm a jerk.
WOMAN: I wouldn't say that.
Dr. Ryan.
You make house calls?
Captain Sutton called.
Told me you and Travis broke up.
Do you want to talk about it? Look,
you can go run and tell Captain Sutton
that you tried, but that's... that's it.
That's it. We're done.
I know why you quit law to become a detective.
I know why you got divorced
and why you're still living in a hotel nine months later.
Captain gave you my personnel file?
Travis's too.
I didn't know that Travis was raised in 18 foster homes.
Why aren't you bugging him?
Because I knew you'd be alone.
Tassie, can you double this?
Do you want to hear my theory
on what makes a lasting partnership?
No.
You don't have to like the same things,
but you do have to hate the same things.
And you both hate it when bad people get away with bad things.
It's why you joined the police force.
You could've joined any line of work.
Your IQs are off the charts.
But you both picked Robbery-Homicide,
because it's where you think you can make the most difference.
Travis has a high IQ?
You are so alike.
It's why you fight; you're like brothers.
Mm. Not all brothers are alike.
Sometimes they're very different.
Sometimes one has zero coping skills, becomes a heroin addict,
the other one overcomes dyslexia and becomes a Scout.
Is dyslexia hereditary?
It's a neurobiological condition that's genetic in origin, yes.
Thank you.
I'm glad we had this talk.
So am I. I got to talk to Travis.
Okay, you might want to apologize first.
Never!
Right.
Yeah, I'll take that.
Are you ready for me to unwrap your gift?
(sighs)
C-Can we unwrap those?
Please?
Why don't we unwrap you first.
(sighs)
(chuckles)
Tra...
(muffled R&B music playing inside)
Hey, Travis!
Go away!
Look, I got a new lead
on the Whitaker murderer.
Tobey was dyslexic.
So what?!
So what? That's what we've been missing!
The calls that Tobey made the day he died--
they were all kept on his speed-dial,
except for that last number, that disconnected number.
He must have dialed that number himself.
He transposed the digits.
We're tracking the wrong number.
(muffled): What'd he say?
I don't know.
I wasn't paying attention to him.
Travis!
TRAVIS: We-we broke up, remember?
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, okay? I...
I know that you didn't talk to that reporter, and...
I need your help!
Travis?
Travis? Travis?
(music stops)
You're really sorry?
(clears throat)
Yes.
Brady was the leak.
I tried-- whoa, whoa, whoa. Where you...?
I-- But I didn't...
Did you embroider Travis's name on your new black panties?
No? I did.
I did.
You were gonna dump her anyway.
You know, she kind of was hinting at moving in together.
You see? You see now?
I did you a favor. Did you a big favor.
Now, come on, you got to put your shoes on.
We got to go.
We got to borrow one of Randi's dogs.
Why? Why?
I'll tell you why.
Because I had PacBell run that number
through all possible combinations of digits,
and then I cross-referenced those
with actual working numbers.
And guess whose number came up.
All Eye Security.
Marcus Hunter's company? That's right.
Tobey wasn't using again.
But he caught someone that was
and he tried to call Marcus to report them.
But he couldn't before someone killed him.
It's a theory.
Come on. Get up. I like it.
We, you know, we should call Marcus.
I already did that. He's gonna meet us at the sober house.
Come on. Come on. All right.
I'm really excited.
I know. I know. Come on.
So, who's using?
First we need your permission to let our dog search the premises.
You got that authority?
Yes, I'm authorized by the courts.
What's going on?
Random search.
Let's get everyone out of bed.
Okay, let's wake them up.
All right, Hudson, do your thing, boy. Go.
Good boy, good boy.
Okay, what do you got? What do you got? Huh?
Whoa, whoa!
(whimpering)
What's going on?
(whimpering)
Hey, good boy.
That's a good boy.
(kisses)
All right, down.
Heroin.
Whose room is this?
Vince's.
Where's Vince?
Cover the exits.
Watch the dog. Watch the dog.
Is this the only exit?
I hope so.
Hold it! Police!
(grunts)
(tires screeching)
Get him out of the van. Let me see your hands.
Put your hands up.
You shot me. Yeah, in the shoulder.
(groans)
Now, that is some good shootin'.
Thank you, partner.
No, me good shooting.
Yeah, but I shot him.
You sh-- I shot him.
Yeah, I aimed for his right shoulder,
his driving shoulder. (groans)
Which one of us shot you, me or him?
Who cares? I'm dying.
Shut up. You're not dying. I just winged you.
No, no, see, I winged him right there.
No, that is not you. You did not do that.
Your bullet didn't even come close.
Who knows what it hit?
Whatever it was, I'm sure
it was something expensive.
Ten bucks ballistics confirms that this bullet is my bullet.
That's gonna be the easiest ten bucks I ever made.
I shot him in his driving shoulder.
You're dating someone in ballistics.
(van crashes, car alarm wailing)
Okay, man, I-I admit it: I dinged your door.
That felt good.
I-I should've said that a long time ago.
WES: Okay, so, Tobey walks in on Vince,
catches him using, runs back to his bungalow to call Marcus.
But Vince chased him-- I'm sorry, did I interrupt?
No, no, no, go ahead, I like the way
you tell the story. No, you were doing fine.
No, you're a really good storyteller.
Someone please just tell me what happened.
Okay.
So, Vince had already done time in prison.
He had two strikes against him.
One more conviction for possession,
and he's going back to jail for life.
So Vince has to stop Tobey from turning him in.
Right. So he grabs the closest weapon he has on hand,
which is a hypodermic of what? Heroin.
May I?
Thank you.
So he chases Tobey to his bungalow.
Where Tobey is busy misdialing Marcus's number.
He charges into the room
and stabs Tobey with the hypodermic needle.
But Tobey fights back.
To protect himself, he grabs that Scout knife
his brother Zach gave him.
But the heroin had already taken its hold.
So it is easy for Vince
to get the better of Tobey,
and he killed him with his own knife.
WES: He then transports
Tobey's body in the Valley View van...
In which, we found evidence of a pool of Tobey's blood.
WES: Drops the body and the knife off at the park.
Because Vince knows, hey, that's where the junkies go to score.
Vince is back at the sober house in time for pancakes.
Did we leave anything out?
No, that's everything.
Nice work, Detectives.
Thank you.
Well, I guess I owe you an apology.
WES: You don't need to apologize.
You can pay for the damages to my car.
I was talking to Captain Sutton.
Oh, Laura,
there's no apology necessary.
Uh, I was just doing my job.
No, you weren't.
You disobeyed a direct order.
But you stuck by your guys,
and they saved my neck.
SUTTON: Yes, they did.
So, thank you.
Thank you, Laura.
And you two, you sure as hell
better not argue with each other
in court when this goes to trial.
No, no, we're way past that.
Right? Right.
RYAN: Wes, uh, do you want to tell us what you found out
about Travis this week?
You mean T-Bone?
That's his nickname.
T-Bone.
T-Bone used to be a car thief.
I was not.
Spent some time in juvie for it.
Those records are sealed.
Turns out one of his foster fathers was this deadbeat dad,
so T-Bone here stole his car,
and the old man never missed a child support payment
after that. Wow.
Did Money tell you that?
Oh, Money is one of his foster brothers.
He's this big Samoan guy-- scary.
Uh, did you find out
how he got his name?
Ah! Thank you. Yes.
The fireman who found Travis
named him after a Cabbage Patch doll.
(laughter)
TRAVIS: That's funny, man.
That's so not true.
It's true, but he'd never admit that.
Oh, you think
I'd tell Alex the truth? I mean, I knew she'd tell you.
It's a joke. It's a joke, Jimmy D.
RYAN: So, uh... 'cause last week, you said that
Alex did know how you got your name.
So, I'm curious: did you lie to her or to us?
Hmm.
Can I do Wes now?
Um, all right, his favorite color is green.
No, I don't have a favorite color.
He's obsessed with his lawn,
and he likes to water it every time he gets upset,
like a weirdo. You talking to Alex?
Um, he was, like,
one of the youngest partners
at his law firm.
You're a lawyer? Well, no.
Not anymore, because he quit to become a cop,
but he still has, like, a ton of money,
and he likes really nice cars.
You are not allowed to talk to Alex anymore.
Just because you divorced her doesn't make her
not my friend.
WOMAN: Ah, I-I don't know.
Everyone knows that you have to choose sides in a breakup.
Thank you.
I choose Alex.
So...
So what happened between you and Alex?
Did you cheat on her?
MAN: Maybe she cheated on him.
WES: There was no cheating.
Would you cheat on him?
Can we please talk about something else?
Let's play one of, let's play one of
Dr. Ryan's games.
Let's play Fear of My Pants--
What's in My Pants. I got...
I got, uh, I got a gun.
Got a gun in my pants.
Wes, put the gun away.
I got this shiny badge here.
Who wants to go next?
Look what I got in my pocket: a phone.
Travis, put the phone away.
Not only am I not going to stop speaking to Alex,
I think I'll call her right now.
You better not.
Travis, do not call...
TRAVIS: Call her house
and put her on speaker. Doctor, this is
inappropriate behavior. Travis, give me my phone!
Hold on. Travis!
Travis! All right, my favorite color's blue!
My favorite color is blue!
Travis!
(clamoring)
== sync, corrected by elderman ==