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No one's seen the lieutenant.
He didn't sign out upstairs. Did you get through? / No.
I tried his home. I tried his cell. Nothing.
Got a patrol car at his house, and I'll get dispatch to leave a message.
- But what was he thinking, Jack? - He wasn't.
Listen to me.
Next time you stick your face in someone's face, Tonya,
think about the consequences, all right?
So I saw a couple of dates.
- But I don't believe him. - Eden, get off that phone.
- One second, okay? - Now.
Listen to your father. Finish up.
Okay, I got to go. Bye.
This stinks. Don't you get that?
Yeah, honey, I do.
But what you really need to do right now
is go grab that bag you brought from the dorm, because if you don't,
you're gonna have to borrow your pajamas from your grandma pearl.
That ain't gonna make nobody happy.
Get out of here. Do me a favor.
Go help your sister.
You cannot do this to us, Ray.
- I want you to come with us. - Honey...
Come on. / Come on now. You know I can't go.
How do I know you're not gonna do something crazy, huh?
Oh, come on now.
Come here.
Because...
you know what I'm gonna do
even before I know what I'm gonna do, right?
Come on, sugar mama. It's gonna be all right.
I'll get it!
Hey! Keep moving.
Go ahead.
Upstairs.
Hello, Ray.
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ORIGINAL AIR DATE ON FOX: 2005/11/11
36 Hours Earlier
- You seen the M.E.? - She's outside.
All right, give me.
Didn't Grace make you quit?
See this?
Unless you wanna see me smoke this pen, hand them over.
If lung cancer doesn't get you,
you got a 3 in 4 chance of dodging that bullet,
and you're a slam dunk for a heart attack and/or stroke.
Chronic pulmonary disease, pneumonia, peptic ulcers.
Enjoy.
Thank you.
Yeah. Cavanaugh.
- All right. I'm on my way. - Don't tell me. Incoming?
Even money my wife had somebody whacked out
just to keep me from sneaking a smoke. Here.
Oh, what the hell. You're gonna die of something.
How could you not have made plans?
Because it's 2 weeks away.
Yeah, but it's Thanksgiving, Jack.
All right. I'll watch some football and butcher some poultry.
There. You happy?
Why don't you come to my parents' place?
You can sit on the beanbag and make fun of everybody.
Yeah, okay.
No, really. That'd be good.
Once you get past the tofurkey, it's pretty good.
Unless they pull out the bong, then it's not good.
- You got to be kidding me. - No, I'm not.
Hale. Carter.
Lieutenant, what do you got?
Vic is a 26-year-old single white female, Liza Dishell.
Perp came in through here.
Here's the point of impact.
Shot came from this direction.
Body fell here.
A guy comes in here,
surprises her,
shoots her before she could finish her drink,
and then moves her to the coffee table.
I don't know. Seems pretty cut-and-dry to me.
Why so deviant?
Yeah. Forensics guys bag something we didn't see?
Well, you can't bag something until you come in here first.
What are you talking about?
Crime scene unit's still in the staging area.
It was like this when you got here? / Yeah.
Perp did it himself.
- Guy processed his own crime scene. - Son of a bitch.
Oh, yeah.
This guy's pretty damn sure of himself.
Okay. Call me in 30 seconds.
You smell that? Smells like bleach.
Yeah. Boy cleans up after himself.
Well, good for him.
Bad for us.
Okay, seen enough? I wanna call the techs in. / Yeah.
CSU, you're cleared to come in.
Hale.
No. I'm out for right now. I'm gonna ask for dispute or anything.
Did anyone around here see anything, hear anything?
Hale, he's gone over the entire body with bleach wipes.
And he's dusted the table for latents.
Check all the trace points.
Nobody's perfect, right?
Okay.
- He came in that window, right? - Yeah.
He moved these.
Ben, can I get an electrostatic sweep over here?
Officer Lee, how many men do you have on campus? / 4.
Pull 2 of them.
Have them get names and numbers.
Tell them it's a witness follow-up.
Okay. / Thanks.
Yeah. Looks like he moved these plants back before he cleaned up.
You're right. Nobody's perfect.
Hi.
So there is a small-caliber entrance wound, no stippling.
Exits through the occipital bone.
There's no upper deviation in the trajectory.
So the shooter's her height.
- Anybody recover the bullet? - Yeah. .22-caliber.
But the rifling just shot to hell the minute it hit her skull,
so we're not gonna be able to match it.
What was the time of death?
Potassium level in the eyes puts it between 8 or 9 this morning.
Any idea how soon he moved her to the coffee table?
Lividity level in the underside of her arms is fully developed.
But look at the tops of her arms.
Bruising?
No. No. So she's shot, falls backward.
Her arms fly over her head like so.
And she's in that position long enough for the lividity to form
before he moves her to the coffee table.
Right. So at least an hour.
So our guy doesn't rush.
He thought out every move, every step of the way.
You explain something to me.
I found vinegar in her ears.
Is he gonna pickle her postmortem?
Yummy.
I was supposed to meet her for breakfast,
but I went out last night with this guy from yoga, and, uh...
Can you tell us about Liza?
Did she break up with anyone recently who took it the wrong way?
Liza didn't date.
No time. She was working 24/7 trying to pay for her place.
I guess it doesn't matter so much anymore, huh?
Was Liza a swimmer?
Yeah. Big time. She was a member of the aquatic club.
The vinegar.
Swimmers use it to dry out their ears.
- Did she go swimming in the morning? - Yeah.
She was training for the escape to Alcatraz race.
2,000 meters a day. Every day.
Didn't matter how cold it got or how tired she was.
There was no stopping her.
Till this morning.
It's the clothes that I'm hung up on. I mean, come on.
Is that the kind of outfit that a girl
who swims from here to Alcatraz for fun would actually wear?
Well, what about female perspective, Jack?
Women aren't one-dimensional. We can wear whatever we wanna wear.
What a woman wears in public has no bearing on what she wears in private.
Okay. Like, take you for example.
Yes, take me for example.
I can have a closet full of hooker heels and leather mini-skirts.
I do not, but I could.
See, but Liza Dishell was a jock.
Remember, though, he dressed her.
Those clothes are his calling card.
Think about that.
Hey.
Hey. So you want the bad news or the bad news?
- Oh, surprise me. - The bullet's soft-lead.
Even if you find the weapon, there's no way we can match it.
And the bad news?
The gloves he wore? Ordinary latex,
available in about 300 retail outlets in the metropolitan area,
right down the aisle from the gauze pads used to collect the vic's blood.
What about the evidence markers?
Well, if they were real, we would be able to trace them.
But our guy went all Martha on us
and made them out of plastic pots and adhesive numbers.
Look, he even scraped the batch codes off the polaroids.
Oh, let me guess. He filed off the ID numbers of the shell.
No. He burned them off with acid.
This guy's good.
What about our footprint?
It's your basic size 11 converse sneaker.
Won't do you much good unless you find the source.
Oh, come on, Harry. Every shoe tells a story.
You just ask any woman.
Well, I'll just take your word on it.
Okay.
The heel and the toe are intact,
but both sides are worn down.
Well, if you were pronated, the insides would be worn out.
Supinated, the outside, so...
You ever heard of someone being pronated and supinated?
And what's that blue speck?
- Is that a defect in the mylar? - No.
At least I don't think so.
Some kind of paint?
Yeah. Paint.
Do a scraping. Test it for cuprous oxide.
They're good for you, and they'll help stop the cravings.
Your mother sent you down here to check on me.
Now, what would make you think that?
I love you, daddy.
Aw, ain't that cute?
What's up, Eden? Your mom said to come check up on my boss?
- Hi and bye, Jack. - Hey, stay away from those boys.
- Don't make me come looking for them. - Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Good. Good. Tell her that.
All right, so I checked VICAP database for any M.O. matches.
Nothing.
If our guy's murdered before, he's smart enough to change things up.
This is just great. Now I really want a cigarette.
- Hey, don't go there. - I'm there, trust me.
No, you're not.
Look at this. Have a radish.
My daughter's telling me this is supposed to satisfy my oral fixation.
8 grand a semester I'm giving these people at San Francisco state
to tell my 18-year-old daughter about oral fixations.
Try some broccoli.
See? You're feeling better already.
Okay.
He strings blood splatter, takes gauze samples,
and super-glues for latents.
He's studied his subject.
No. He's not a student.
He didn't miss a trick.
So if he's not a cop, he's a wannabe.
Maybe he's a criminalist, a lab tech.
Whatever he is, he's done this before.
You're talking about thousands of people, Jack.
We'll be here to Easter running those down.
Hey. The fleck of blue paint from the bottom of the perp's shoe
tested positive for cuprous oxide.
It's an anti-fouling ingredient used to paint the bottom of boats.
So we were trying to figure out how he could be both pronated and supinated,
but he isn't either.
He walks on an angle because he walks on boats.
There's a marina righnext to the club where the victim swam.
The guy we're looking for may sail out of here.
Take a look at these pictures and tell me if you recognize anyone.
No.
Are you sure?
I can tell you the class and sail number of every boat in our fleet.
If one of those guys was a member, I'd know it.
Did anyone else have access in the last 24 hours?
It's our annual regatta. People've been in and out all week.
Where are the boats painted?
Same blue paint.
It's still wet.
What about those lockers?
- Mind if I take a look? - Go ahead.
Well, well, well.
What do we have here?
Size 11.
And a shirt.
Did you know that each underarm hair contains a complete copy of DNA?
Fascinating.
And that the average man sheds between 10 and 20 of those hairs a day?
Well, how many you think he leaves on a T-shirt?
Well, it only takes one.
Good to mention make my debt.
Hey, you two ought to get on the next plane to Vegas.
The DNA on that T-shirt? I got an immediate hit.
It matched a recent log in the local index system.
The guy's name is Rick Kallick.
Fantini, I need you to do me a favor.
Start me a BOLO on a Rick...
- Rick, Harry. - Kallick. K-a-l-l-i-c-k.
- No problem. - Right on.
- You're kidding me. - Hey.
Liza Dishell's been dead less than 24 hours.
Well, the man who killed her died 2 months ago
just after his arrest by lieutenant Cavanaugh.
It was 5 months ago.
A first-year med student named Cammie Deutsch
was murdered after hours in some motorcycle shop in north beach.
Nobody knows how she got in there or what she was doing there.
No witnesses. No explanation. Nothing.
She was the kind of kid you wish for, man. She...
Anyway, we ended up getting lucky.
Rick Kallick was just paroled after doing a felony,
assault and beating, Pelican bay.
Parking ticket put him half a block from the scene.
D.A. took it to indictment.
Kallick died in custody?
Awaiting trial.
He bulldogged some inmate at county
and got razored with a piece of bunk wire.
You know, case closed.
- How was the Deutsch girl killed? - Small-caliber head wound.
Changed her clothes postmortem.
So what are the odds we have 2 murdering bastards
that like to play dress-up with dead girls?
What are you saying, Jack?
Doesn't sound like coincidence, does it?
Damn right it doesn't.
Who goes through the trouble of pinning a murder on a dead guy?
County gave me 24 hours to claim his body.
I couldn't come up with the cash for the mortuary,
so the city cremated him.
Forget knowing his daddy, my kid can't even visit his grave.
I'm sorry about that.
Rick didn't kill that girl.
He swore to me once this baby was born,
he was gonna go straight.
Does this look familiar to you?
I bought that for him.
Do you have any idea how someone else might have gotten hold of it?
It's got to be tough,
being a single mom raising a child.
When I was a kid, we used to have this secondhand store.
I would go in there and sell them stuff that I really didn't need anymore.
A guy came around about a week after Rick was killed.
Had a U-haul.
He said he got names off the obit pages
and went around buying dead people's things.
Do you remember what he looked like?
I had a month-old baby and a dead boyfriend.
I don't remember anything.
He took all of Rick's stuff.
Did he happen to pay bcheck?
Cash.
It wasn't even 50 bucks.
Why are you asking?
Cops finally admit Rick didn't kill that girl?
This isn't about the old case. It's about a new case.
You come to my house. You...
It wasn't enough to railroad him when he's alive,
you're gonna try and railroad him when he's dead?
What's all this?
I ordered up the murder book in evidence log from the Cammie Deutsch case.
Did you clear that with the lieutenant?
No.
Okay, what are you gonna tell him if you find something out?
That the perp's specifically planted evidence to lead us to Kallick.
He wants us to go there. Right?
That doesn't mean we should.
Right, we're dry on the current homicide, Jack.
So maybe there's something here we can shake loose from the old one.
Maybe something got missed.
By Ray? Is that what you're saying?
No. There are 28 names on the crime scene log.
There's another 12 in the murder book.
Any one of them could have made a mistake.
He was the supervising detective.
It's his responsibility.
If there is something here that can shed light on Liza Dishell's murder,
I'm gonna take that chance.
Okay. What have you got?
Okay. The perp came in the rear door some time around 8.
We know that because he disabled the security camera at 8:03.
Some time in there, Cammie arrived,
and it must have been a prearranged meeting
because everybody that was interviewed said
she'd never been on the back of a motorcycle.
- She picked a lousy time to start. - Yeah.
So she made her way back to the repair area.
That's where he shot her, and that's where she went down.
Then she dresses her up and lays her out on the bike. / Yeah.
Nobody heard the shot, so they didn't find her until the morning.
And the bullet was never recovered.
They just assumed that the perp picked it up.
I swear I've seen these pictures before somewhere.
It's impossible. This all happened when you were on leave.
I've seen this.
Grab the address.
- How you doing? - Hey.
- Are you the owner? - Yeah.
Helmet compliance squad. We're gonna look around. / All right.
Okay, where was she at?
Okay.
Perp was against that wall.
He shoots this way. It splatters over here.
Hey, bro. Sweet bike.
How many cubic inches is this thing?
Hey!
That's why nobody heard the shot.
If it was blowing like that when Cammie got shot,
they would have found the splatter over here.
Right. Which means...
The direction of the bullet's that way.
If he's standing on those stairs shooting this way,
the trajectory of the bullet would've been much lower than the report indicates.
Yeah.
.22-caliber.
When Kallick was arrested, he was holding a .25.
They assumed it was the murder weapon.
They got the wrong guy.
The only reason that we caught it was because there was a bike on the repair rig.
Yeah.
No bike on the rack when you were there, Ray.
He must have moved it.
There's no way you could've known.
You certainly picked a hell of a week to stop smoking, huh?
There is no good week, man.
I went through Kallick's file.
Armed robbery, assault one,
extortion, possession, unlawful flight.
The list goes on and on. You wanna walk the walk,
it's gonna catch up with you eventually.
Here's what we got now.
Perp points a finger at Kallick,
forces us to look back at the Deutsch case.
Why?
Maybe he's pissed off the case closed and Kallick got the credit.
You think he wants credit?
In the criminal justice system, credit means arrest, Jack.
I know. I'm not saying he wanted to be arrested, Ray.
I'm saying maybe he didn't want anyone arrested.
Unsolved homicide means he beat the cops.
Now, you take that away, maybe he kills again.
Only this time, to make sure we know how smart he is,
he processes his own crime scene.
All right.
See where it takes you.
Hey.
- Could happen to any of us. - Don't make excuses for me, okay?
I won't.
20 years on the job, we'll make mistakes.
Give yourself a break.
Not supposed to be the kind of mistakes people die from, Jackie boy.
How'd it go?
Not good.
You know, I talked to a tech that worked the Cammie Deutsch case.
She said that if anyone got railroaded on that Kallick bust, it was Cavanaugh.
How? / The D.A. was in a big hurry to clear the case.
Lieutenant wanted due diligence, and guess who won.
- He didn't mention that to you? - No.
He's been beating himself up.
Is there anything we can do?
Oh, yeah.
Catch the son of a bitch.
Yeah. Cavanaugh.
I wanted to see how long it would take you to admit your mistake, Ray.
What mistake is that?
Oh, come on. You know exactly what I'm talking about.
Rick Kallick did not kill Cammie Deutsch.
Okay. So we got the wrong guy.
Why don't you tell me how we can get the right one?
Oh, that was beneath you, Ray.
What do you want?
Okay, here's the deal.
Go public and admit that you made a mistake,
that Kallick didn't do it, and this all stops.
Don't, and it's gonna get ugly.
You've got 4 hours.
Why don't you have a cigarette and think about it?
They're in the second drawer.
Hey! That son of a bitch was here!
According to security tapes,
dozens of non-P.D. personnel were in and out between 3:05 and 3:25,
the time frame during which our unsub had access to my office.
I want every one of those individuals on those tapes accounted for.
I wanna know who they saw, who they spoke with,
who signed them in, and what their business was.
We have 4 hours to identify our man.
You all know what to do. Come on. Let's go.
We narrowed it down to 4.
Carter's in the lab waving her magic wand right now.
What's going on, Ray?
The perp is asking for something that really ought to be done, man.
Kallick died because the investigation was flawed, Jack.
Any way you cut that, I should make that right.
Okay.
So you man up. You make a statement.
- Gives us more time to catch this creep. - Yeah.
Except I just talked to the captain.
- We can't. - Why the hell not?
He says if we go public,
the mother of Kallick's kid could hit us with a wrongful death lawsuit
that'd make the Rodney King award look like bus fare. / Come on, man.
So what are you supposed to do?
Nothing.
- I can forward the suspension. - Jack.
Hey.
There's something you should see.
Okay, we got 4 individuals who had no direct interaction
with police personnel beyond signing in at the desk.
Here's your 4 unsubs.
Here's your crime scene lookyloos.
Didn't have much to work with because most of them are in profile, hats, whatever.
So I compared their ears.
They're just as unique as fingerprints, right?
Wow. That's a lot of ears.
Okay.
Check out that one and that one.
Perfect match.
Okay, now, dump all those other images and just zoom out.
There's our guy. / Yep.
Male caucasian, between 5'7" and 5'10",
average build, 25 to 30 years old.
Pass me the extra paper, please.
How many bad guys you catch with this?
Relieves stress. You ought to try it sometime.
Now I know why it looks so familiar. Hey, come on.
Now will you tell me why I'm here?
The game's called murder one.
You know that big billboard on geary?
Players get missions.
They score points by completing murders without getting busted.
"M" for mature.
Ain't you, little man, is it?
Excuse me. What do you think you're doing?
Watching him play this game where he earns strength points
for having sex with hookers and cash points for carJacking.
- Ain't that right? - Jack, maybe...
I play it all night on Jonathan's.
Blake, you are dead on toast.
Hold up.
Now, I've heard about this game, but I've never actually played it.
Think you can do me a favor?
You think you can get me to the motorcycle shop mission?
All right, then make with the cheat codes.
Oh, my god.
She's dressed in the exact same clothes.
Does one of the missions take you to a townhouse by the water?
What about processing a crime scene? Do they teach you how to do that?
Yeah. Fingerprints, blood, the whole deal.
How many missions does it take to earn your bonus?
8. And an extra bonus for killing cops.
Nice.
So tell us about your company's game, murder one.
It's our best-selling title. Why is it our best-selling title?
It's played live on-line by hundreds of thousands of people.
It's that profitable for you?
Teaching kids to simulate murder?
Gamers create their own characters.
They can be criminals or cops.
Lots of them choose the side of the angels, Mr. Keller?
We had shelf space in every major chain in the country, detective,
until gamers started taking advantage of the moddable code.
You know what? We're kind of pressed for time.
How about just spell it out in English?
It lets gamers add their own files to the game code.
It's usually harmless, but this time they hacked in explicit sex scenes.
We banned 70 players,
closed their game accounts, and eliminated their characters.
Big deal.
So they choose another screen name.
No, you don't understand.
With a new screen name, they'd be starting over.
These guys spent years playing murder one, San Francisco.
They built entire criminal empires. There's no way they could recoup.
Okay, so they move on to another game.
You think I didn't think of that?
These guys had me pulled off shelves from here to Madrid.
They cost me millions.
I got them dumped by their ISP's, put on the FBI hacker watch list.
Any time any one of them goes on-line,
alarm bells sound.
Fine. When did all this happen?
About 6 months ago.
That's right around the time Cammie Deutsch was murdered.
No way. These guys are gamers, not killers.
Hey, they're on the computers 18 hours a day.
Okay? they're committing mayhem, murder, and rape.
Did it ever occur to you
that maybe this might have some kind of an effect on them?
Hey! I'm talking to you!
You think that's okay?
"Oh, I see a car. I think I'll just steal that."
"Somebody pisses me off, I'll just stomp them into the ground."
"A cop intervenes, I'll just blow him away."
It's just fantasy.
Oh, really?
Not anymore, though.
I'll need a list of all the gamers that you blackballed, Mr. Keller.
It's a lot of names. Can you narrow it down?
He's intelligent. He's egotistical.
He can't accept criticism.
He's socially isolated, obsessive, withdrawn.
You just described them all,
plus every other action game addict in the country.
There's 5 million to choose from. Take your pick.
Why don't I start with the 70 that you know of?
20 out of 70 are bay area.
So this game...
this is why our perp wants credit for the Deutsch homicide?
Credits equal points. Points equal power.
The guy spends more than a year playing murder simulator.
That computer, it's not just a game.
It's his life.
Now, you pull that plug, he's ruined.
Joneses so bad, he starts playing for real.
Well, track him down.
Hold on.
Yeah. Cavanaugh.
Make a decision yet, Ray?
Um, I need more time.
It's a tough position, huh?
No one appreciates a good old-fashioned mea culpa anymore.
Well, you sound like you've been there.
How did you handle it?
What do you think?
I think you're angry,
but I don't think it has anything to do with the girls you killed.
It seems to me that
the guy that bumped you from murder one would be more on target.
Well, very good. You figured it out.
You spent a lot of time on that character.
You got more than 3 million points, right?
Oh, please. I had more than 3 million in the first...
Wow. Nice.
Nice try, Ray.
I give you my points, and you know my character.
You know my character, you know me.
We're done here.
Wait.
I'm tired of waiting.
Let's just talk about how we can end this, okay?
Nobody else has to get hurt.
Life is like a video game, Ray.
Everybody's got to die sometime.
Student Residences Residence Dining
Oh, god.
Oh, my god! Oh, my god!
Oh, my god!
Somebody help me!
Oh, my god!
I told her I'd get her out of here as soon as she made her statement.
Is she okay?
I don't think he touched her. He just...
processed the scene.
How is she holding up?
How would you be?
Listen, why don't you let me take care of this, okay?
I'm gonna handle this, okay?
Hi.
I will find him, Ray.
I promise you that.
Hey, lieutenant, is it true the guy who killed Liza Dishell hit again?
You want a statement,
talk to public affairs.
But lieutenant, lieutenant Cavanaugh!
The blood splatter we found is animal, not human.
I suppose that's good news.
This is one of the specimen jars he left at the scene.
The hair inside matches your daughter's.
He must have taken a clipping while she was asleep.
What you need to see is on the seal underneath.
You see that? Next Round 100,000
That's part of the game.
That's what you get for committing a murder.
Is he talking about my daughter?
Could be talking about anyone, sir.
This raggedy little son of a bitch has been yanking my chain for the last 24 hours.
It stops now.
I just heard it was your daughter who got attacked last night.
You want a comment?
Turn this thing on. Turn it on.
Yes. My daughter was attacked last night.
The assailant broke into her dormitory
for the sole purpose of terrorizing an innocent...
18-year-old girl.
The guy who did this is a cowardly little scumbag who preys on women
because he doesn't have the balls to stand up to a grown man.
You're gonna have a problem when I find you.
Because he doesn't have the balls to stand up to a grown man.
Okay, we got 5 gamers left who fit the description.
Where are we at?
ATM records put Steve Lyons in Chicago, last 10 days minimal.
I ran Nate Posey's cell.
He was in Fresno when Cavanaugh's daughter was attacked.
Tracy's out. We got 2 roommates alibi-ing him.
And Townsley broke his leg last week surfing Mavericks.
- Who's left? - Garrett Rankin.
No address. No paper trail.
You pull the plug on a computer junkie's on-line access.
- Where is he gonna go? - Anywhere with DSL.
The library. A friend's house. Internet cafe.
Let's hit it.
All right, I got you and the girls on the 10 o'clock to Indianapolis.
My sister's gonna pick you up at the airport.
You told Eden it was safe. You said it was over.
Honey, it will be, okay?
I'm handling it.
If you're handling it, why do we have to leave?
Please, sweetheart, okay?
It's just gonna be for a couple of days.
Exactly when did you decide this?
- This afternoon. - But, daddy, I wanna be with you.
I know, honey.
I wanna be with you, too. All of you.
I just have to know that you're safe.
That means that we're not.
You're the man.
We got him. A hit from an internet cafe.
Rankin's been logging time at Java jinx.
We got an address off his house account.
451 Beloit.
Fantini, another favor, please.
- Call for back-up. Thanks. - Okay.
Garrett Rankin, open the door! SFPD!
Bonus points for killing a cop.
No one's seen the lieutenant.
He didn't sign out upstairs. Did you get through? / No.
I tried his home. I tried his cell. Nothing.
Got a patrol car at his house, and I'll get dispatch to leave a message.
- But what was he thinking, Jack? - He wasn't.
Listen to me.
Next time you stick your camera in someone's face, Tonya,
think about the consequences, all right?
So I saw a couple of dates.
- But I don't believe him. - Eden, get off that phone.
- One second, okay? - Now.
Listen to your father. Finish up.
Okay, I got to go. Bye.
This stinks. Don't you get that?
Yeah, honey, I do.
But what you really need to do right now
is go grab that bag you brought from the dorm, because if you don't,
you're gonna have to borrow your pajamas from your grandma pearl.
That ain't gonna make nobody happy.
You cannot do this to us, Ray.
- I want you to come with us. - Honey...
Come on. / Come on now. You know I can't go.
How do I know you're not gonna do something crazy, huh?
Come on now. Come here.
Because...
you know what I'm gonna do
even before I know what I'm gonna do, right?
Come on, sugar mama. It's gonna be all right.
I'll get it!
Hey! Keep moving.
Go ahead.
Upstairs.
Hello, Ray.
How long have you been in my backyard?
Long enough.
Thanks.
Ma'am, my name is lieutenant Ray Cavanaugh.
I'm the detective that arrested Rick.
What do you want?
I made a mistake.
Rick did not kill Cammie Deutsch.
You should know that if you contact a lawyer,
there's a very good possibility that you'll be compensated for this.
It won't bring him back,
but you should know your options.
Thank you.
Listen, ma'am. May I?
If you ever need anything, please.
Don't hesitate to call.
I'm sorry.
When he gets older, I'll come back and tell him myself.
All units, this is a code 2. We have a 187 at 12 Tuscadero.
Multiple vics, possible hostage.
Yeah, this is 5-Lincoln-1. I'm on the way.
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