You stay in the car. I'll be back in a few minutes.
No. No. No. No. I don't --
I don't like being left alone in cars, Julio. Please.
You won't be by yourself. The police will be here.
And you can't go with me. There's a dead body up there.
I wanna see, though.
- No, you don't. - Yes, I do!
What's the rule?
Do you wanna hold on to the iPad or not?
Yeah.
Yeah. Yeah, I heard a rumor
about a little smoke in the Angeles forest,
and I assume you need a fire truck or two,
but I've got a serious problem here.
Yeah, a dead body up a tree.
A tree that you guys are supposed to...
Hello? Hello?
I can't start until we get a hook and ladder
from the L.A. Fire department.
Yeah, if they'll stop hanging up on me.
Uh, excuse me, sir.
I was actually on my way to meet with the lawyer.
Oh, yeah. Right.
Did Mark's grandparents agree to let you babysit him?
Uh, more than that, sir.
They want me to be his legal guardian.
We're sittin' down with my attorney today,
if -- if I can get away for a moment.
- Is this for sure a murder? - Don't know.
A jogger called in a guy bleeding from up a tree.
EMT climbed up halfway up,
determined him dead from... well, the smell.
Yeah, and Kendall is unwilling to begin his examination.
He's over 40 feet high. You try getting up there.
I don't climb.
Okay, based on the color of the guy's blood,
claw marks on the tree from coyotes,
the body's been here all night long.
Maybe the guy climbed the tree because...
- I don't know why. - Ah, could be he was on drugs.
Found this in the dirt a few yards away.
That's a lot of loose pot.
Yeah, it looks like it broke off from a bigger package.
There's a trail of buds and plastic going down the hill,
and drag marks in the dirt over two feet wide.
Maybe a bale?
Quality stuff.
Sativa. Hydroponic. That's highly cultivated.
What?
Well, if detective Cheech here is right,
this could be a massive drug deal gone wrong.
How'd he wind up a tree?
Morning, team. Sorry I'm late.
Dr. Morales? What are you doing here?
You can stand down, Kendall.
Everyone, I'd like to introduce you
to my father, Eduardo Morales.
He's a retired detective with 30 years of experience
in la Policia de Montevid.
And this is his very first visit here from Uruguay.
Bienvenido, senior.
How are you enjoying Los Angeles?
Nice weather.
Bad drivers.
Already sounds like a local.
Who doesn't speak a lot of English.
Still, as you can see, he's very excited to watch us work.
So, the question at hand seems to be,
is this...
a murder?
Uh, Dr. Morales, uh, just -- just one moment.
Uh, Eduardo, if you could excuse us? Thank you.
One second.
What the hell are doing?
Sorry, lieutenant.
In explaining my job to my father over the years,
I may have exaggerated just how closely
I work with major crimes.
Exaggerated how?
How do you feel about working for me this week?
Look, my father had five sons,
and I'm the only one that didn't become a police officer.
All I want is to assist in the case,
and for you to occasionally make it...
look like I'm in charge.
Uh, everyone...
Um, our fearless leader, Dr. Morales,
insists on climbing this tree
- to examine the body. - I do?
Oh, I couldn't talk him out of it.
And, Buzz, make sure you record this act of heroism,
just in case it turns out badly.
Climbing the tree, all part of a day's work.
Uh, sir, do I have to watch this?
No, no, just catch up with us later.
And good luck with Mark.
Okay, we have a male victim, 250 pounds.
Large branch sticking through his chest. Impaled.
I put his time of death at...
Oh. Exactly 11:29 P.M.
Exactly? How can you tell that?
His watch broke in the fall.
Wait. The fall? He fell?
Based on his injuries, weight,
and the damage to the tree,
yes, and from high above, too.
Sykes, see if anyone called 9-1-1
reporting a man who fell to earth.
I'll check air support
for flight plans over the park last night.
If the body fell from the sky, maybe the pot did, too.
Uh, guys?
Air drops are common for drug traffickers.
Hey, guys! I think I need a hand down.
Sit tight, doctor! The fire trucks will be here...
Any minute.
Guys!
Uh, yeah, Flynn. Yeah, look, I know you had plans this weekend
but we caught a murder.
So you may have to reschedule your...
Well, everything.
Our victim is Felix Hanson.
Has an arrest record of minor drug busts.
Served two years in prison
for dealing marijuana outside a high school.
Got out late 2015.
He seems to have upped his game. He's wearing a Rolex.
And just bought a Maserati.
Well, is there any way this could've been an accident?
I mean, the guy's a known drug dealer.
Maybe he tried to drop a bale of marijuana
out of a small plane and slipped. Yeah?
But three of the victim's knuckles
are broken on his left hand.
And these impact marks here
are from the heel of a hard-soled shoe.
You can even see a small brand logo.
As if someone was stomping on his hand
while he tried to hold on for dear life.
Asesinato.
Um, murder.
Captain Raydor, my father, Eduardo Morales.
Yes, Eduardo.
Lieutenant Provenza said that you would be joining us.
We're very pleased to have you, Detective Morales.
This I understand, Fernando. Gracias, capit??n.
So there's no other way this guy could've hurt his hand?
We could ask his ex-wife, Angie.
She divorced him a year into his prison term.
And apparently there was a little
domestic violence involved.
Let's have patrol pick up Angie
and bring her in for a late morning chat.
Maybe she can tell us whether or not
Felix had friends with flying experience.
Ah, Dr. Morales, will you be joining us
when you wrap up here, as per usual?
Or does having your father in town preclude that?
N-no. No. Duty first.
As always.
Great. And thank you, doctor.
Our victim's broken fingers may be key
to our making an arrest.
I played my part for years,
But now Felix and I are divorced, as in over.
So if he's in trouble again, that is his problem.
- Why would he be in trouble? - Because it's his natural state.
I mean, hope he's not expecting me to save his ass. No way.
He solves his problems on his own.
I mean, why should I risk being top earner at the salon
for Felix?
Okay, that guy is nothing but dead weight.
- You know what? I don't care... - She doesn't know how right she is.
- Or maybe she does. - ...And he drives a brand-new fancy car...
- It is always the ex-wife. - ...Still a lying, no-good bum.
Hold on.
How do you know about your ex-husband's new car?
- Have you seen him recently? - Yeah.
He showed up at my place, like, two weeks ago.
And he's all, "'sup, babe?"
And I'm like, "Don't 'babe' me, bitch.
You owe me, like, 15 grand."
And then he gives it to me in cash.
15 grand. Well, did he say where he got it from?
From his new "business partner," and things were "going good."
And he was "working something on the side."
Well, he certainly branched out.
...He wanted to get back together.
Can you believe that?
Did he say who this new partner was?
Maybe a-a pilot? Someone with flying experience?
I don't know his life.
Okay. But could his new business venture have been...
Selling drugs?
I...really --
Come on, Angie. It's not a big deal.
Did Felix give you an ounce or two of some really great pot?
Wouldn't that be illegal?
No. Illegal?
No. No.
Then yeah. He gave me some pot.
But you you guys can have it. It is way too strong.
Half a puff, and I tried mopping the floor with my cat.
Captain, why is your lieutenant
asking for exclusive access to...
Dr. Morales?
Chief Davis, Dr. Morales is very busy.
Maybe we could take this outside?
Chief, I would prefer it if you called
before interrupting an active murder investigation.
And I'd prefer if major crimes followed proper protocols.
Oh, Dr. Morales is just helping --
I'm not talking about him.
Lieutenant Tao asked for immediate access
to LAPD's geofencing software,
and there are a lot of people in line ahead of you.
Well, since this is a murder, why don't we ask Chief Howard?
You are gonna have to think up a new tactic pretty soon,
because any day now, that "Let's ask Chief Howard"
is just gonna be a thing of the past.
Well, while we are still in the present...
If major crimes insists on special treatment,
of course, you will get it.
I'll just tell everyone
that they're gonna have to wait until you're done.
Is that what you want me to do?
Yes, if you could. Thank you.
I don't know how you managed it,
but the geofencing software that Chief Davis let us use
will save an amazing amount of time.
Why? What does it do?
Well, it will help us locate potential witnesses.
If you look at the map,
through geofencing, we can virtually cordon off
the neighborhood in which we found our victim.
And then examine every post on social media platforms
in this area around the time of death.
Ah, s?, s?. Como Facebook, el Instagram.
The Twitter!
The tTwitter. I do not get it.
Also, I hate the Snapchat.
Match found. Match found.
Match found. Match found...
That's...so much more than I thought it would be.
Well, there were a lot of people
at Griffith Observatory last night
- watching a meteor shower. - Match found. Match found.
Looking at the stars, taking pictures.
We are going to have to go through every one of these posts
one by one to find a potential witness.
- Match found. Match found... - Excuse me.
I-I have to make a phone call.
Match found. Match found...
Doctor, would you like to go?
And then we will report back to you...
...if we find a lead.
Oh, no. My physician's eye could be crucial
in sorting through this mountain of information.
Thank you, doctor.
Because somewhere in there is a witness.
Where have you been? I've been calling you.
All right, look, never mind. Just -- just come with me.
Oh, god. Don't let anybody see that bag!
Okay, I'm sorry. I left my phone at work.
But you got plenty of time to get to the airport, Lieutenant.
- What's the issue? - Oh, we caught a murder.
So cancel the trip, cancel everything.
Okay. That's no problem. Everything's insured.
But, um, can I just say that this whole secret trip to Napa
that you wanted me to book for you and mom, I-I...
I don't think it would've gone over as well as you --
What? Why? I can't do something nice?
You know, like, whisk her away
for a romantic surprise?
"Whisk?" Well, can I ask?
Because maybe I missed this.
Since when did mom start liking getting whisked?
Or getting surprised?
All right, okay. How about this?
Can you get us dinner reservations
for tomorrow night at Serve?
At..at serve? Are you kidding?
Lieutenant, Serve is usually booked up two weeks in advance.
- Why Serve? - Well, 'cause it's, uh,
it's the place I took your mom for our first real date.
And I-I know it's a saturday night
and it's gonna be crowded, but...
Um, maybe Gus has a connection? I --
Oh, that's great. Oh! Thank you!
That's a huge help, really.
- I mean... - Oh, again.
Oh, kid, just let me know the time, okay?
It took all night to untangle,
but we may have found someone
who witnessed our man who fell to earth.
Nowhere on social media did we find a photo
of aircraft over the park.
But one instagram user
posted this picture at 7:30 P.M.
"Tripod is set, heart is open
to receive the shower of stars from mother sky."
#Griffith Park. #Meteorshower.
#Photography.
#Gratitude.
This photo shows our instagram user, @mysticalsoulshine,
was just a few yards from where the body fell.
And she stayed in this position,
waiting for the meteor shower,
posting until 11:22 p.m.
But after that, nothing, no photos.
No meteor shower.
@mysticalsoulshine goes silent.
Meaning she might have seen the body fall.
Or the drugs, and, uh, taken off.
But was she expecting the pot? And who is she?
Yeah, people, does this potential witness have a name?
According to her user profile, doctor,
Her name is Karina Volsky.
No criminal record, but she has
an online footprint that spans years.
Yeah, first, she had a myspace page
as a singer/songwriter.
Then facebook accounts promoting her as a yoga teacher,
a real estate agent.
She wrote an e-book about breaking up
with her girlfriend in 2015, and since joining instagram,
she's taken up nature photography.
Well, none of this is good enough for a warrant.
We should pay Karina a visit and find out
why she left in such a hurry.
- I should go with you. - Why?
It's...vital
that I see her shoes.
Fernando, el gordo fell into the tree.
La Se?ora was on the ground.
That's a very keen observation, Detective Morales,
But it wouldn't hurt to rule the woman out.
So what really happened yesterday?
Did Mark's grandmother change her mind?
She never even showed up, sir. Said they got confused
and must've written down the wrong day.
Well, now we have to wait until tomorrow for the meeting --
that's if she even remembers to come.
It'll work out, I'm sure.
Ah, I count six air fresheners in her vehicle.
And I can still smell pot.
Yes! The grass was in this car.
Uh, the grass?
Thank you, Serpico. Mike?
Smells like probable cause to me.
Just minute!
How can I help you?
There's many of you.
Ma'am, we can smell vast quantities of marijuana
foming from your house.
Are you a registered dispensary?
No? Step aside, please.
Hey, wait.
Hey, I am photographer, not dope dealer.
- Clear! - Clear!
Gosh, nobody breathe in.
I'm getting a contact high.
Sir.
Found the pot.
There's at least 80 pounds here.
And plenty more in newly bought baggies in the kitchen.
Those baggies are not mine.
They're covered in chocolate fingerprints.
Check out your hands.
Yes, do give me a second. I can explain you, huh?
It's very important for you to know
we're not asking you to explain anything.
But if you want to explain,
we are obviously willing to listen.
Okay. First off, I am not selling drugs.
I am giving them away.
With the purchase of one of my photos,
you get free baggie of medicine.
I'm calling them pot shots.
Is cute! Marketing.
Ma'am, I'm not asking you where that pot came from.
I'm just pointing out that's something you didn't explain.
Mmm, that is the best part.
I was taking photos in Griffith Park,
When all of a sudden... Foomp!
This gift fell from the sky,
saying, "Take me. Use me."
So I dragged the pot to my car.
Oh, was very heavy.
You didn't happen to hear a scream,
or the sound of a body crashing against a tree?
No. I couldn't hear much over sound of loud helicopter.
- Helicopter. Got it. - We can stand down, team.
None of her shoes match the marks on the...
What do you got there, Julio?
A GPS beacon, sir.
Used as a homing device for whomever was picking up the pot.
That is what I was hearing all night long.
This "Beep, beep, beep!" It's making me little paranoid.
Yeah, I'm sure that's what was making you paranoid.
That beacon's still sending a signal?
Uh, seems to be. Doesn't look like anyone's followed up on it.
Well, so far.
All right, we need to get all this weed downtown.
But let's leave the beacon here for now.
Exactly. Exactly.
Uh, Mike, why don't you keep things rolling here
while I, uh, go call the captain?
Uh, with your permission, doctor.
Wes, why don't you stay here
and help SIS set up around this house quietly?
And maybe whoever's tracking this pot will come and get it.
That guy over there?
You -- you see him, too, right?
Let's take a ride, Karina.
Okay!
The bale at Karina's house
matches what we found at the crime scene.
And, like the victim's ex-wife said,
it'sreally,really strong.
Ma'am, we're giving Karina coffee to sober her up,
but she just keeps getting higher.
- Yes! - Narcotics also said this particular strain of pot
is hydroponic -- uh, like Wes suggested --
bred to enhance its THC level.
Street value? About $3,200 a pound.
So our victim was flying around with the equivalent of $300,000?
Yeah. That's a lot of money to throw out of a helicopter.
But it's not the worst idea.
In my reserve officer training class...
- Oh, god. ...- They say if a small aircraft,
like a helicopter, leaves a local air strip
and stays away from established traffic patterns,
it doesn't have to file a flight plan.
And if they turned their transponders off and flew dark,
Radar couldn't track them.
Yeah, but it makes more sense to make the drop
someplace further out and more secluded, doesn't it?
Okay, so Felix and his partner, or whomever,
were flying in a helicopter on a drug run to...
someplace pot is still illegal?
And his partner, or partners, push Felix overboard
from their untrackable helicopter.
Yeah, Felix holds on to its skids, falls,
and takes $300,000 worth of pot with him.
But not before the killer stomped on his hands,
smashing his fingers.
Someone wants this $300,000 worth of drugs.
Any word from Wes?
No, ma'am, but there is some good news.
According to the manufacturer,
the GPS beacon we found only sends out a live signal.
So even if it doesn't remember where it's been,
if you're tracking the beacon online,
you can find its location.
Yes, meaning somebody is going to show up for all that pot.
Mike?
On "Badge of justice,"
you have someone who makes props, correct?
Oh, "Badge of justice." That's a good show.
Oh, jeez.
- You're "Badge of justice"? - Yes. Yes.
Um, a consultant. I also help with story.
Can't we go one day even? I mean, one day!
Our propmaster, Chris, uh, can make anything.
He may complain because of, you know, lack of time.
Ah, great, because someone
is tracking this bale of pot.
Now why not use the GPS beacon
to make it easier for them to grab?
Amy, get Wes.
Set up on our beacon somewhere out of the way
- and see if anyone shows up. - Got it.
And -- and what kind of shoes they're wearing.
Andy. Look how handsome.
Surprise!
You know, I thought since we finally had a second,
I might take you out to dinner tonight
to get your mind off of everything.
Tonight? Oh. Andy, we can't go out to dinner tonight.
Amy and Wes could call at any moment with an update.
And if someone breaks into that car we set up with the pot...
- We would interview them tonight? - I'm afraid so.
But we can make a plan for dinner next week, okay?
I'm just gonna go and change these clothes.
Be right back.
Andy.
What's going on?
Tonight? At serve?
You were gonna propose to my mom?
- Why not? It's romantic. - Yeah, well, it's crowded.
You really wanna propose to mom in a room full of strangers?
Oh, yeah? Well, what do you suggest?
Something private, intimate.
Definitely not in the middle of a murder investigation.
Well, I can't wait much longer, okay?
This ring is burning a hole in my pocket.
Okay, okay, all right. What -- what if...
What if I helped you?
Gus and I, we can put together something
that would accomplish
everything that mom would want,
while preserving what you find most important.
And what would that be?
We still have the element of surprise.
Plus, the prop guy from "Badge of Justice"
made a marijuana bale so real, we could sell it.
And, apparently, you'd know?
Okay, I was undercover for five years with drug-dealing nazis.
So sometimes they liked to party.
Sometimes I had to inhale.
Detectives, you have a black cargo van headed your way.
Copy.
Arizona plates.
No wonder it took them so long to get here.
They're closing in.
Here we go.
We've got one male. White. Bearded.
At least 6-and-a-half feet tall. Approaching the vehicle.
Unless we see them grab the pot, we've got nothing.
Second male approaching the vehicle.
African-American. Bald. Also very tall. Holding a bag.
Second male has a sledgehammer. Stand by.
- I'll take sledgehammer if you take Mr. Beard. - Okay.
Yeah, that's it. Go, go, go, go, go.
Step away from the car! Now! Get down! On your knees!
Crossfire! Crossfire!
Excuse me for interrupting, Captain.
I heard you made an arrest.
Yes. Chief, please come in. I'm glad you're here.
You can see how your help earlier paid off. Welcome.
...Tracking a GPS beacon on an ipad.
That was found in a bale of marijuana
that is tied to our victim.
And we found a bag of weapons in your client's van --
a lead pipe, a knife, a rope, shotgun.
And unless we interrupted a real-life game of clue,
I think that Professor Plum and Colonel Mustard here
should explain themselves.
None of those items are illegal.
My clients are from Arizona,
and that's where they were two nights ago when the victim died.
They only entered L.A. Hours before their arrest.
Where do you get off accusing them of homicide?
You know, I agree.
That's why there will be
no charge of murder or any other crime.
What? What does she mean?
In fact, the State of California
will look the other way for these two gentlemen...
If they're willing to cooperate.
She can't do that. There -- there is no way
these two guys can be let back loose on the streets of L.A.
Hold on, Chief Davis. Hold on.
We're doing our job here. Just convicting these two guys
of vandalism doesn't get us anywhere.
They will be able to walk out of here
and return to Arizona scot-free?
I will hold the door open myself.
Okay. The chopper comes out near Lake Havasu,
in the desert, about 2:00 A.M.
They drop...Some packages,
and we use the GPS to pick 'em up.
So what happened two nights ago?
We delivered, uh...
our two...packages
to the, uh...
guy who pays us,
and -- and he said we were one short.
At first, we were afraid
that he was accusing us of stealing from him.
But, uh, turns out, he could see the other...Package
on the GPS tracker, still in L.A.
So he sent us to pick it up.
And...Who's your boss?
I don't think that's german.
- Germane. - Wait. What?
It's germane, not german.
- Are you sure about that? - Positive.
German is a language.
- Germane -- - Okay, excuse me, sir.
Mr. Jennings, please inform your clients that
they have to cough up something that we don't already know,
or they go to jail.
Tell us who sells you all this pot, now. Come on!
The Gardener.
That's the name of our boss' supplier.
I'll check the Moniker database.
Does Mr. Gardener have a last name
or any other means of contact?
- Nothing's coming up. - Fantastic.
Because I need more.
Think! Some of us have places to be tomorrow!
You wanna go home or not?
Fine! 818-555-0172.
That's the number our bosses call for a re-up.
818. That -- that's in the valley.
Very astute, doctor.
Well, it looks like the number matches up
to an old listing of a landscape design business
out of Topanga.
I see an address on Paradise Lane.
Landscape design.
The Gardener. Okay, Buzz.
Great. So now we just let them go?
This is an outrage, Captain, truly.
- Is it? - Lieutenant, we have what we need.
Well, gentlemen,
we have confirmed your statement.
And the State of California thanks you for you cooperation.
The federal government, on the other hand,
- might have a few more questions. - What the hell?!
You lied to us!
Andrea...
- This was highly misleading. - Okay.
So now they go to the DEA?
Interstate drug trafficking is their jurisdiction, not ours.
And we will raid the Gardener's property in Topanga tonight.
- Tonight? - Yes.
Right now? You're gonna need air support. Swat. Drug dogs.
All of it, overtime.
Oh, right. I forgot.
Cost doesn't matter to major crimes.
You'll get everything you want in one order.
Now I suppose you're aware that the rest of the department,
we don't work like that.
If only. Andy, get a warrant.
Buzz, you're gonna need your camera.
Doctor, you're gonna sit this one out.
- But...I -- - Guns, dogs, and helicopters.
We hate it when you risk your life.
- I-I don't mind. In fact, I -- - Fernando.
Make sure they bring back everyone's shoes.
Yes, shoes. We can't forget the shoes.
And we're going to need a murderer, too,
or we are gonna have even bigger problems ahead of us.
Hey, Mark.
When your grandmother gets here,
I want you to treat her with kindness and respect.
Why? She left me by myself -- for days.
And you can't let her take me back with her!
No, no, no, no, no.
Listen, your grandmother is your familia.
And just because somebody in your family
does the wrong thing, that doesn't mean
that you do the wrong thing, too.
Your grandmother's old. She's afraid.
And you have to forgive her.
Why? You don't forgive people.
You arrest them.
I do. I do.
But the criminals that I arrest?
They're the people that never learned how to forgive.
Is that the kind of person you want to be?
Hey, Rusty.
Julio. What's up?
Can you watch Mark for me until his grandmother gets here?
I'm -- I'm supposed to take notes for Hobbs
during this interview, so...
I asked you very nicely.
Oh. Okay. Uh, well, yes,
I-I will then -- I will watch him for you.
Thank you.
So... Is it on?
Yeah, it's on. Just, uh, give me a call
as you're wrapping things up tonight.
Cinderella's slipper was less trouble that this.
41 pairs of shoes from the Gardener and his staff.
Not of them matched up to the victim's fingers.
Also, none of his workers have
flight certification or training, ma'am.
Well, the Gardener may not have been flying the helicopter,
but he knows who was.
And he still could've had Felix killed.
I am an agricultural entrepreneur.
And in the state of California,
I have the right to cultivate
and grow my own strain of product.
That's true. That's very true for eight plants...
Not 8,000.
It is still illegal to load those plants into a helicopter
and then drop them in the Arizona desert.
Helicopter? I know nothing about helicopters.
Or Arizona, for that matter.
Sir, on your property, we found GPS beacons
used to track down bales of pot.
And two guys from Arizona named you as their supplier.
We don't care about the drug running.
We only care about Felix Hanson.
Felix. Good luck finding Felix.
Oh, we have.
On top of a 40-foot tree.
What?
Felix is...
Is dead?
That's what can happen
if you're thrown out of a flying helicopter.
No, no, that's not right.
You found out Felix was breaking off on his own,
selling your product on the side,
and you had him killed.
No. I never told them to do that!
Told who?
Felix's friends.
The ones with...
with the helicopter.
They came to me saying
that Felix was skimming off the top during delivery.
Dealing for himself.
So I told them, if they wanted to keep flying for me,
they needed to dump Felix.
Not...not dump him while they were flying.
That never occurred to me.
They -- they really misunderstood.
I am not a violent drug lord. I am a botanist!
All I ever paid them for was delivery
and the cost of fuel.
Cost of fuel.
Isn't the fuel used flying a helicopter
configured by pound?
Who did you pay... I wonder.
...to deliver your product to Arizona?
We need names not to charge you with murder.
The Flight brothers.
That's the name of their helicopter tour.
In their day job,
they fly tourists around the city of L.A.
I don't know. I'll bet when you were younger...
Here they are. Flight bros. Tours and escapes.
Based out of van nuys.
Okay, search warrants on their offices and homes.
And fuel records.
And fingerprints from the helicopter.
And shoes!
Oh,and shoes.
Yes, let's make sure we have their shoes.
This is your helicopter, correct?
- Our helicopter. - Danny.
Why don't you let me do the talking?
He flies it. I run the business.
So why are we here? And why do you want our shoes?
Because we need to examine them. Excuse me.
Gentlemen, I'll make this very easy.
We found your friend Felix.
Felix?
Who's Felix?
These geniuses are licensed to fly an aircraft.
Felix. Your old classmate from high school.
You have several mutual friends on Facebook.
Two nights ago, you both took Felix
on a helicopter ride, and there was...an accident.
An accident that ended
with Felix up a tree in Griffith park.
We found his fingerprints in your helicopter,
which you use to deliver pot to Arizona
for a man who goes by the name of the Gardener.
- The Gardener? - Danny, shut up.
- The Gardener? - I'm sorry, we don't know any gardeners.
It's a match! The shoe fits!
That one, the -- the one that's talking,
He stomped his foot on the victim's hand --
Easy, Quincy. Easy. We still have a lot of stuff to do.
- I'm working on it. - I'm sorry.
I just get very invested in these cases.
Each one's special.
Like it's always the first time.
...give you a proposition to make money delivering pot.
Which is practically legal.
I mean, this is California, right?
Look, we get it.
You went on a trip to Arizona, you had an accident.
You're obviously not criminals, just some guys
who got caught up with a dangerous drug lord.
Are we wrong?
No. No, no, no.
It was like you said. It was an accident.
It's always nice when dirtbags take the bait.
Julio, she's here, and your attorney.
Good luck.
We ran into some turbulence,
some pretty bad turbulence 'cause we were flying so low.
And good luck to you, too, I guess.
I tried to close it, but it was just -- it was too heavy.
So Felix comes over, thinking he can help.
Yeah, and -- and -- and I was trying
to keep us steady, but it was windy --
Yeah. Oh, yeah, super windy.
And Felix just... I mean, he fell out.
- It was horrible. - What about the pot?
Well, um...
A-as he was falling, Felix grabbed onto a skid.
- Yeah. - But h-he was so heavy
That Felix made the whole helicopter shake.
- Yeah. - And while we were trying to land --
Well, a giant bale of pot just...it flew right out.
I'm lucky it didn't take me with it.
Yeah, and Felix, h-he couldn't hold on.
You know...He had a bit of a weight problem.
We're lucky he didn't take the whole helicopter with him.
And us in it! Us!
You are very lucky, both of you.
Now if you could just write all this down?
By signing here, you grant temporary guardianship
of Mark Jarvis to Julio Sanchez
until an official transfer can be performed
by the probate court next week.
I'm so sorry, Mark.
We tried to take care of you.
If -- if we were only a few years younger, I...
It's okay, grandma. Don't be sorry.
You're my...
You're my familia.
And I love you.
And we'll see you all the time.
Thank you for being so thorough.
Now we just have
a few more points we need to discuss.
- Points? - Ready, doctor?
- What? - Like, what points?
Of course. Uh...
Going in for the kill.
Be right back. Just part of the job.
Why should there be any questions?
We've already written it all down.
Mm, have you written everything down?
Or did a couple of details just slip your mind?
What's going on here?
Gentleman, we can confirm that your friend did
grab on to the skid of your helicopter.
But he didn't hang on for very long. Doctor?
This is a picture of the victim's left hand.
Please note the marks on the second and third knuckles.
Antemortem bruising caused by significant fractures
in the proximal phalanges.
- The what? - Broken! Fingers!
Now, pay close attention to these marks here.
Several curved lines signifying a hard edge...
He's really letting then have it.
Yeah. You know, your son, Eduardo,
is always tough in these situations.
...Insignia for a well-known brand of shoe.
This shoe --
A size 10, rubber-sole, treaded-heel boot
belonging to you, Mr. Alex Wilson.
Your friend Felix held on for dear life,
all 250 pounds of him,
flapping in the air as you stamped
this boot on his fingers, over and over
until they broke and he fell to...his...death.
Alex!
How could you?
Sorry, Danny.
Your brother didn't kill Felix alone.
As you know, a major part
in flying a helicopter to Arizona and back
is the precise measurement of fuel.
And the amount of gas needed is based on weight.
The heavier the freight, the more fuel.
And calculating the right amount of gas can get complicated.
Luckily, there's an app for that.
Danny, this app on your ipad
saves the history of all your fuel calculations.
Now a few nights ago, you did the math
for two legs of a trip from Van Nuys to Lake Havasu --
One calculation for the way there...
And another for the way back, and it weighed much less.
By about 550 pounds.
That's 100 pounds each for three bales of pot.
And 250 pounds for Felix, who you intended to leave behind.
This murder was premeditated by both of you.
That sound you just heard?
Was the dropping of the other shoe.
Well, now we have intent and first degree murder.
That is my son.
I just wanted to say thanks
for letting me observe your investigation.
It meant a lot to Fernando, but also to me.
Well, it seems that your English suddenly got a lot better.
Oh, yeah. Sometimes it's better
to let your children underestimate you a little.
Well, I hope that, um,
we didn't say anything that offended you.
Just the opposite.
Honestly, Fernando's always been, uh...
A bit different.
My other boys, they were very tough.
Fernando...
I worried about Fernando,
Especially moving to this country.
Would he be successful? Would he be safe?
Would he have friends?
Oh, Eduardo, your son has many friends.
And very good ones, too.
In fact, they would have to be the very best of friends
to lie for him, pretending he was...
even a little bit in charge.
Well, we didn't lie. I mean...
Captain, please.
I was a pretty good detective myself.
And, uh...
This wasn't a difficult mystery to solve.
Just don't tell him that I know.
I understand you don't like surprises, but...
Surprises? What --
Ignore me. I'm, uh, just on my way out.
Rusty, what is all this?
This?
This is all Andy Flynn.
Good luck.
Well, since we couldn't go out to dinner...
...the other night,
I thought that I would bring dinner to you.
It's from Serve.
Serve.
Oh, Andy, where we had our first date.
Oh, that is so thoughtful.
I've been doing a lot of thinking lately.
Really?
About...about you.
About me. And...
and how living together
could be only the beginning.