01x02 - Haystacks

[bunniefuu]

[Ballard] Previously
on Ballard...

You're Detective Ballard, right?

I heard about what
you did last year.

-[Bosch] Don't move.
-LAPD.

-Who are you?
-Renée Ballard. RHD.

-What do you want?
-I want the files you stole from me.

{\an8}You call them the Flower Girls.
I've been assigned their cases.

You think this is still your
case, Bosch. It's not. It's mine.

-They're cutting me out.
-News flash, Dad.

You're retired.

-LAPD!
-[grunts]

You do good work,
Renée. Saved a life.

Maybe somewhere down the line
we'll get to work together again.

Parker was the IO on the
John Doe case we just pulled.

Remember me? I worked
a m*rder back in 2020.

Mexican guy. Had a baby.

[Ballard] This is from a
bus station in San Diego.

One of the last places
John Doe was seen alive.

That baby was never found.

[in Spanish] What happened?

Yulia is dead.

Someone k*lled her.

Yulia?

[in English] The primary
focus of this unit

remains the m*rder of
Councilman's sister.

He was the number
one suspect in '01.

He k*lled her.

[Ballard] Sarah Pearlman's k*ller left
DNA behind at another crime scene.

Laura Wilson. Back in '08.

We might have a g*dd*mn
serial k*ller on our hands.

-Who was the investigator?
-[sighs]

[Ballard] Harry Bosch.

[detective] Didn't know I was
expecting company. [sighs]

How you doing?
Renée Ballard, RHD.

Detective Neylon. Valley Bureau.

This is my scene.

Not sure it's sexy
enough for RHD.

[Ballard] Blue suits say
it's a robbery gone wrong.

Is that what you're thinking?

Shots were fired around 10:05.

She walked in on
a 211 in-progress,

spooked the robber, got
herself shot in the back.

What's your interest here?

There's a slight chance this may
relate to an unsolved case of mine.

-How's that?
-[clicks tongue] My vic stayed here.

That's all?

Pretty much. It was an
execution-style k*lling.

His body was dumped in the
foothills about five years ago.

Plenty of unsavories, uh, make
their way through this place.

Mostly by the hour.

And this here is just
another sad result of that.

Nothing exotic like
your, uh, execution.

Hey, do you mind if I just take a
quick peek? Since I'm already here?

Knock yourself out.

[shutter clicks]

[Ballard] You don't mind if
I take a few photos, do you?

Whatever you want.

[shutter clicks]

Was anything actually stolen?

Hard to tell in
this mess. [sighs]

Manager said three people
paid cash for last night.

Impromptu sh**ting
gallery is my bet.

Maybe our guy was
searching for remnants.

You get the vic's name?

Am I your secretary now?

I just gotta have something
to tell the captain.

Uh... [sighs]

Yulia Kravetz.

Is that Kravetz with an E?

Yeah.

[shutter clicks]

-You look in here?
-Of course I did.

Why?

Yulia was already in here
when your suspect showed up.

How do you figure?

Toilet paper.

You see that decorative fold?

And there's no water
spots on the mirror.

She had already cleaned the
bathroom when your k*ller shot her.

[clicks tongue]
You've seen enough?

Yeah.

Oh, do you mind sharing
ballistics when it comes in?

I just need something to
compare to my cold case.

Sure thing. Top of my list.

How's it going?

Mind if I, uh, take a look
at the security footage?

[sighs] Do you guys not talk?
I already told the other guy.

I know. I just need to
check one more thing.

Be my guest.

-Really appreciate your help.
-Mm-hmm. [sighs]

[typing]

[breathes deeply]

[Ballard] Come on,
come on, come on.

Oh, hey.

What are you still doing here?

No, I came back to give
you my card for ballistics.

Time for you to go.

Sure.

[Neylon sighs]

That guy's an as*h*le.

Neylon? He's just
marking his territory.

You think she's the woman who
called RHD looking for you?

If she was, what if somebody
was trying to shut her up?

We're gonna find out.

And the fastest way to do that is to
find Yulia's k*ller and get him to talk.

How? With Neylon
shutting us down?

That's not happening.
We're working this case.

We're just not gonna
tell him about it.

-[Laffont] Yello.
-Hey. I'm still at the motel.

I got the vic's name.

-Hit me.
-Yulia Kravetz. K-R-A-V-E-T-Z.

Start sourcing info on her.
But do it on the down-low.

The detective working this
case is a little touchy.

Oh, yeah. [chuckles]
I know the type.

Speaking of which...

Harry Bosch.

His captain reassigned the Laura Wilson
case after Bosch was put on leave.

But, looking at the book, he's the only
one who did any meaningful work on it.

We should probably
loop him in, right?

Tell him his k*ller
left DNA at our scene?

[sighs] We should, but just
hold off for now, all right?

My plate's already full. [sighs]

Okay.

-Sure. Talk soon.
-[mouthing words] Yeah.

[line clicks]

They're starting on Yulia.

In the meantime
take a look at this.

Yulia's sh**ter?

[clicks tongue] I mean, that's my guess.
It's time-stamped right before the m*rder.

Look at that. There
could be a g*n in there.

Neylon says it's a robbery
gone wrong, but I don't buy it.

Yulia had cleaned the bathroom
already before she was shot.

So she didn't walk in on the
sh**ter. He walked in on her.

-She was targeted.
-We don't know that.

I knew something was weird about
this place five years ago...

Parker. One step at a time.

[Zamira sighs]

Is that the woman you spoke to?

[Zamira] Claudia.

She clammed up when she
figured I was with the police.

[Ballard] Maybe she'll have more to
say away from the lights and sirens.

[chattering in Spanish]

-[whimpers]
-[Ballard in Spanish] Hola.

-[in English] Claudia?
-Mm-hmm.

-[Ballard speaking Spanish]
-No.

[in Spanish] She is a detective.

She needs to ask you a
few more questions, okay?

No, no. I don't know
anything. I'm sorry.

[in English] The girls that work at
the motel, they don't talk to cops.

They're undocumented?

You can go.

So the girls, they don't talk to
the cops. Do they talk to you?

Some of them.

-What about Yulia?
-She did.

Sweet girl.

I did her hair.

Wild orchid. That was her color.

She'd been through a lot.

Was she undocumented too?

She came here from Ukraine. [sighs]
Through Poland first, then Mexico.

Paid a coyote to get
her over the border.

Any idea who might have
wanted to hurt her?

A boyfriend, maybe?

Not sure.

Do you recognize this man?

I seen him around.

He comes in from time to time.

Asks for water and change.

So maybe homeless?

{\an8}We're gonna have to work this
one outside of typical avenues

{\an8}since it's not our case.

{\an8}Can't exactly run prints or DNA.

Yeah, on that. Why are
we catching a fresh one?

You missed the part where she said
Yulia might be tied to the John Doe?

At the moment, this guy
is our only suspect.

And if he didn't k*ll Yulia,
he could be a witness.

Fine. How do we catch the schmo?

Well, Ballard and I did a cursory
check on encampments around the motel,

but there are more
in the neighborhood.

Worth checking nearby shelters,
uh, soup kitchens, churches.

And libraries. Quite a few unhoused
folks use the facilities at my branch.

It's a whole lot
of ground to cover.

I know. You should get started.

We don't even know if this is our guy.
And it's 95 degrees out there today.

Bring a hat.

[smacks lips, scoffs]

Evidence from the Laura
Wilson case just landed.

Let's get 'em open.
Get it on the board.

Let's see what we got.

Right.

[Bosch] September


Arrived at 877 Tamarind pursuant
to the reported homicide.

What a mess.

That's what 17 years with
no arrest looks like.

{\an8}[Bosch] Laura Wilson. Age


Strangled manually. Defensive
wounds to hands and fingernails.

No signs of sexual as*ault.

Victim was single, lived alone.

Discovered by her mother after
Laura missed church on Sunday.

Last seen by friends Saturday night
at Barney's Beanery in West Hollywood.

They were celebrating a
commercial Laura shot.

Time of death, early the next
morning: September 7th, roughly 0100.

Ballard.

Martina, track down a
charger for that Blackberry.

Parker, Colleen, look for any ties
between Brian Richmond and Laura.

Laffont, pull the DMV
records of all of our wits,

and call me if there are
any updates on Yulia.

I'm going to see
Laura Wilson's mom.

On it, Boss.

Just Ballard's fine.

[engine stalls]

Come on, baby.

-[engine stalls, revs]
-Ha.

[sighs, mutters]

Little early to call it
a day, don't you think?

I'm going to conduct
an interview.

-Family member of a victim.
-Uh-huh. Which case?

This new Laura Wilson m*rder, or
the one you caught this morning?

'Cause it seems to me you're opening
cases faster than you're closing them.

I'm sorry that you
see it that way.

When you took
control of this unit,

you assured me that my sister's
case was gonna be a top p...

Laura Wilson was strangled in 2008 by
the same person who k*lled your sister.

So working her case
is working Sarah's.

And even if it
wasn't, Councilman,

your sister is not more or less
important than any of my victims, okay?

Their families have
been grieving too.

You said Laura was
m*rder*d in 2008?

Yeah.

September 7th, 2008. Why?

Then Brian Richmond
couldn't have done it.

What do you mean?

He was out of the
country in 2008.

Look, I kept tabs
on him for years.

He was in Iraq. October


Two tours. He didn't come
back to the States once.

[sighs]

We linked the
killings through DNA.

-Then the DNA is wrong.
-That's highly unlikely.

I put my faith in you, okay?

What you're talking about
isn't even possible.

It is possible.

[sighs] If Brian Richmond
isn't the k*ller.

God. Look...

[stammers]

Look, if what you're saying
about his deployment is true,

then he didn't k*ll Laura, and...
[sighs] ...he didn't k*ll Sarah either.

[sighs]

[huffs]

I spent 24 years
hating that man.

It was infuriating watching him walk
free while my sister was in the ground.

My, um, mom died last year.

She was never sure about Brian,
and I think that's what k*lled her.

The not knowing. It
ate her up inside.

I can't let the same
thing happen to my father.

Or to me, frankly.

Then let me get back to work.

[sniffles]

[sighing] God.

[landline ringing]

Yello.

Brian Richmond is off the board.

You're kidding.

No. We gotta confirm
with the NPRC,

but according to Pearlman, he was
serving in Iraq when Laura died.

So, it's time to
call Bosch in, right?

-Get his take on Laura Wilson?
-No, no, no, no, no.

I got Pearlman to deal with. I got
Neylon to work around. I got Rawls.

Last thing I need is
another swinging d*ck.

-No offense. [sighs]
-None taken.

[sighs] It's just, given my
last go-around with Bosch,

I just don't wanna
ring that bell yet.

[doorbell rings]

[Ballard] Vivian Wilson?

I'm Renée Ballard. LAPD.

[Vivian] No one told me
about a cold case unit.

We've only been up and
running a few weeks,

and when I reopened
your daughter's case...

I wasn't informed it was closed.

There's been some movement.
Do you recognize this girl?

Her name is Sarah Pearlman.

I found evidence that suggests

that she may have been k*lled by
the same man who k*lled Laura.

[scoffs]

It has been nine years since the LAPD sent
someone to talk to me about my daughter.

But now that her death is connected
to the m*rder of a white girl,

here comes the calvary.

Mrs. Wilson, Laura
is important to me...

Do you understand the pain
of losing your only child?

No, I don't. And I'm
sorry to do this.

I need to ask these questions because
the k*ller is out there right now,

and he could still be active.

I've never seen this girl,
and Laura never mentioned her.

There's nothing else I
can do for you, Detective.

[Ballard sighs]

[engine revs]

No one offers to help.

No one even looks at me.
And Windel gets away.

[Ava] But he didn't
get away, did he?

You arrested him in the
back of that dry cleaners.

What I find interesting

is how this dream might relate to
another recent event in your life.

Renée, it's common when victims
of r*pe or sexual violence...

I wasn't r*ped.

Because you fought him off.

But I do wonder if running cold cases
is proving to be a secondary trauma...

You're reaching.

Am I?

It's a position you
were forced into

precisely because your brothers
in blue turned their backs on you.

[stammers] In a way, maybe that betrayal
is harder to stomach than what Olivas...

You know what... [sighs]

Can we just focus on
the sh**ting? Please.

That's what I'm mandated to
talk to you about, isn't it?

[sighs]

[elevator dings]

All right. It's not
gonna be a problem.

There she is. Only woman I know who
takes her shotgun to the cleaners.

[clears throat]

Yeah, all the shrinks are on
six. Who they get you talking to?

Sandoval.

Oh. I like her. Nice rack.

You're an idiot, Pintero.

What? I'm kidding.

-You're always so uptight, Ballard.
-Hey. Leave it.

-[Pintero sighs]
-[exhales deeply]

-Hope the traffic's not too bad.
-[elevator dings]

Long way back to the Ahmanson.

-Have a good day, Renée.
-[Pintero] Come on, Chastain. Hurry up.

[breathes deeply]

Audition footage of Laura
Wilson's toothpaste ad.

I found it in one of the more
morbid corners of the Internet.

She'd shot a series of
spots for the brand,

but they shelved the
campaign after her m*rder.

Martina, you got something?

[clicks tongue, stammers]
I don't know if it's...

There are no bad ideas.

I was looking through
Sarah's yearbook.

She was in Drama Club.

So acting is something she
could have in common with Laura.

Definitely not rare in LA. It
could be how they crossed paths.

-Maybe worth a look?
-[Ballard] Mm-hmm.

Got an email from NPRC confirming
Brian Richmond's alibi.

Iraq '08.

All right. [sighs]

So we're back to square one on
the Pearlman/Wilson murders.

Anything is worth a look.

-Where are we with Rawls's search?
-[Zamira] No luck yet.

[Ballard sighs]

But I'm itching to get out there
myself if you don't need me here.

Yeah. Good. Go. Make sure he's
not just soaking up AC somewhere.

-[landline rings]
-All right.

Yello. Hey, Ravi.

[whispers] The morgue.

No. No, I appreciate it.

Thanks for getting back to me.

Turns out Neylon was a
no-show at Yulia's autopsy.

It's his case.

[sighs] We need to get that b*llet
ourselves and take it into ballistics.

There's gonna be hell to pay
if you go behind his back.

I'm not going. You are.

The sooner we know if Yulia's b*llet
ties back to John Doe, the better.

[Laffont] Okay.

Can I go with him?

You wanna go to the morgue?

Definitely.

You know, for some
real-world cop experience.

Heard you had a crazy full
moon a few nights ago.

[chuckles] Yeah.
Eleven homicides alone.

Made for some good
overtime though.

Just wrapped up an hour ago.

The b*llet we removed from her
back. You clear this with Neylon?

As far as you know.

Hey. Hey.

You okay?

-Thanks.
-[Ravi] You're welcome.

Uh-uh.

You need a warrant for that.

It's a tent.

Rules are rules.

Oh. [sighs]

Sorry about that.

-[chuckles]
-What?

[Ted] This is a
blanket from the motel.

Huh? [chuckles]

Don't be all full
of yourself now.

Hey, anybody know
whose tent this is?

I just wanna talk.

We found DNA that ties Sarah's
k*ller to another m*rder.

You gonna pin this
one on me too?

The m*rder that happened in '08

when you were deployed.

We know it wasn't you, Brian.

We know you didn't k*ll Sarah.

I need to ask you if you've ever
seen this woman? Laura Wilson.

Is it possible that
Sarah knew her?

Are you kidding me?

I'm sorry.

I know how much
you've been through.

I just thought that maybe this
would give you some kind of peace.

I was 19 when Sarah was k*lled.

I was on defense from day
one 'cause of you people.

How the hell do you think
you're gonna give me peace?

Can you just go?

Please.

[sighs] Take care
of yourself, Brian.

[phone ringing]

-Rawls, what's up?
-Hey.

Uh, we got a lead.
This homeless woman.

Uh, sorry. Unhoused woman.

Uh, she had a blanket
from the motel.

Said she got it from a dude named Frosty,
and even IDed him off of your photo.

But now the volunteer
at this shelter,

she said Frosty's real
name is Sean Wright.

And if he's not here,
you can find him

squatting at some drug
den off of San Fernando.

You got an address?

Cops. [screams]

-[squatters screaming]
-LAPD! Get your hands up!

[squatter] Run!

LAPD. Hands up. Hands up.

Sean. Sean, hands up!

Go, go, go. Out. Everybody out.

Stay behind me, Rawls.

-Hands.
-[whimpers]

[Ted] Don't stop. Keep going.

Rawls.

[Ted grunts]

-You good?
-Go.

Sean Wright. Hands on your head.

Hands on your head.
On your knees now.

Down, down, down.

-Now!
-[grunts, sighs]

[screams]

Holy sh*t.

-sh*t.
-[grunts]

[grunts, pants]

[horn honking]

sh*t. [pants]

[Sean grunts, pants]

[Ballard grunts]

[Sean grunts]

-Jesus.
-[Ballard groans]

He's running with a broken leg.

sh*t can never just be easy.

Hi.

Ouch.

What happened to you?

Oh, no. It's fine.
Uh, come on in.

Tutu's not home?

No. She's at a poker
tournament in La Jolla.

Hmm.

I'm not sure I feel right
being here without a chaperone.

I'm sure Lola will
keep an eye on you.

I'd hate to see the other guy.

You know, he actually did more
damage to himself than I did to him.

He's currently in the hospital,
getting a fibula reset

and, um, coming down from PCP.

Some days the biggest danger
I face at work is a sunburn.

[chuckles] Better watch out.

That face is no good to me
unless it's got a youthful glow.

[chuckles]

[sighs]

I knew you'd had a bad
day when you called.

How?

-Honestly?
-Mm-hmm.

Those are the only
days you call.

[swallows]

That's not true.

[sighs]

Sometimes it's
just better for me

if I can keep you in the dark.

Because then maybe I can
join you there. [sighs]

[utensils clattering]

You know, I could
get used to this.

So could I.

Uh. Wow, this is embarrassing.

[chuckles] Don't be silly.
I've seen all kinds.

-Renée told me that you were, uh...
-In La Jolla. Yeah.

I came home this morning.

Busted out in the first
round of the tourney.

That's too bad.

Ren was gone when I got home.

Uh, she said the captain
called her in early.

Uh, well, I'll just...

Grab a seat. I'm making
breakfast. You want some coffee?

Yeah.

[Bosch] September 10th, 2008.

1640 hours.

Spoke to witness Adam Lennox.

Friend of Laura Wilson.

Lennox stated he saw a blue van
parked outside Wilson's apartment...

[captain] Ballard. Let's go.

Have a seat.

I believe you know
Detective Neylon.

I do, sir.

Morning.

You're supposed to be working
the Pearlman case, correct?

It is one of the investigations
I'm focused on, yes.

And is that in any way relevant

to the Sunbeam m*rder you
highjacked from Detective Neylon?

-Sir, I didn't highjack...
-It's a simple yes or no.

[smacks lips] No, sir.

The Sunbeam case has nothing
to do with Sarah Pearlman,

but I do believe it's related to
another cold case that I'm working,

-and I wanted to be a team player...
-You said you were RHD.

I am RHD.

Cold cases. That barely counts.

She stole my ballistics
evidence. She's way outta line.

I couldn't agree more.

[clears throat]

But she's run
circles around you.

What are you talking about?

She arrested your guy yesterday.

Before you even had
your first lead.

-I was pursuing the...
-It's Ballard's case now.

She earned it.

You're dismissed.

[scoffs]

[grunts]

I heard you got a little
roughed up bagging the guy.

I don't like you getting
in these skirmishes.

-I had backup.
-A reserve officer and a volunteer.

Well, Parker's a former cop, and she's put
in for her full-time reserve, so she's...

This suspect you got
down at County...

case against him is thin.

Short of tying him to a
m*rder weapon you don't have.

You're gonna need
him to confess.

Yes, sir.

I stuck my neck out
for you, Ballard.

Recommended you for cold cases when the
Chief and others had a different idea.

-Yes, sir. I know.
-Sew it up.

[person] Spit and slide under.

[chuckles] Renée
Ballard bearing a gift.

Hey, Freddie.

-Ooh. She's a beauty.
-Mm-hmm.

Must be a big ask.

Well, I was hoping you could, uh,
bump me to the front of the line.

Uh, this about the b*llet
Laffont dropped off?

Yeah. Yulia Kravetz m*rder.

Cap's really riding me on this
one, so the sooner the better.

There she is.

Hey, do you think you could also check
ballistics against a John Doe I'm working?

-[sighs]
-Freddie, did I mention this pot,

hand-painted.

You got it. Case number?

[Bosch] April 23rd, 2011.

Reinterviewed Adam Lennox.

No new info.

February 1st, 2012.

No new info.

June 1st, 2013.

No new info.

Mom.

Well, Mom...

O-Okay, and I will
come see him tomorrow.

-I promise. I'm not gonna...
-[PA beeps]

[nurse on PA] Dr. Gellar.
Please report to the Burn Unit.

What? What?

No, it-it's nothing. It's...

[stammers] It's just some
woman in, uh, in the store.

I don't-I don't know, Mom.

I have... I have to go.

Okay. I love you too.

[nurse on PA] Dr. Bernard,

-please call line two.
-[sighs]

[nurse on PA]
Dr. Bernard, line two.

She had some feelings
about my time in the LAPD.

And if she gets a whiff of what I'm
doing right now, she'd have a lot more.

[sighs] Don't sit
on it too long.

How'd it go with Berchem?

Well, he gave me
the case officially.

-Great.
-Yeah.

But poaching Neylon's investigation
puts a target on my back,

so I gotta make something of it.

Okay. Well, let's get
this guy to confess.

Yeah.

Mr. Wright, did you
know Yulia Kravetz?

[stammers] I didn't
like her one bit.

Did you sh**t her, Mr. Wright?

I never met her before.

You didn't like her,
but you never met her?

When we arrested you, we
found $600 in your pocket.

Where'd you get the money?

A man gave it to
me. Uh, he paid me.

He paid you for what?

My soul. [chuckles]

Did he tell you
anything? About Yulia.

He said she was rotten. And
she'd make me rotten too.

Can you describe this man?

Uh, he was blinding his eyes.

Did he pay you to k*ll Yulia?

I thought you said
he'd be sober by now.

He's dead-sober.

Our records show that he has a
history of severe mental illness.

This is just who he is.

[Ballard sighs]

Whoever paid him knew
he was long gone.

They used him as a weapon.

Where'd you put the g*n, Sean?

[gasps] Oh. I planted it.

Like a seed in the earth.

I need you to tell me where
you put the g*n, Sean.

I planted it, and it
grew into a rose garden.

[Ballard sighs]

[Parker] Thank you.

[sighs]

She started at the Sunbeam
in February, right?

Hey, what's up?

Nothing. I'm fine.

[Laffont sighs]

The morgue. I cannot
stop thinking about it.

All that sadness in one place.

When I was a boot at RHD,

my first partner told me that
our job was to honor the dead.

[sighs] I try to think

if they could talk,

what would they want from me?

-So Sean Wright was a bust, huh?
-[Ballard scoffs]

Guy's barely coherent.

Even if he did confess, it
would never hold up in court.

Then we really need
to find that g*n.

Yes, we do.

I sent Rawls and Parker to search
the area around the drug den.

But I need you to coordinate with
them to set up a proper grid search.

Also, he mentioned...
[sighs] ...burying the g*n,

so check all tree-lined
streets, all surrounding parks.

-[sighs]
-[Bosch] Ballard.

Harry.

Need a word.

I have spent years building
a rapport with Vivian Wilson.

-You blow it up in one night?
-There've been developments.

Bullshit.

You just wanna show the councilman
you're out there shaking trees.

I'm not shaking trees.

You're trying to connect
Laura's m*rder to Sarah.

I'm not trying.

They are connected. Through DNA.

There was no DNA at the Pearlman
crime scene. Everyone knows that.

Everyone was wrong.

I lifted Touch DNA from
the fingerprint tape.

Smart.

Thanks.

-Let me buy you lunch.
-Sure.

[Bosch] Should I
take it personally?

[Ballard] Take what personally?

[stammers] That you didn't call me up
to come and turn your cold case closed.

-[chuckles]
-[chuckles] Mmm.

You would never last.

You're a lone wolf, Harry Bosch.

Oh, yeah. Says the detective
who decided not to reach out

and get the background
on the Laura Wilson case.

You know, I'm just trying to get my
head around how to run this unit.

It wasn't exactly in
my five-year plan.

But the brass didn't
give me much choice.

I really pissed some people off.

Yeah, I heard about that. I'm
sorry it didn't go your way.

Well, ironically, I'm now defending
the institution that sh*t all over me.

Yeah. Sounds about right.

You know, it doesn't even matter if it's
a family member or a former suspect.

Everyone is so mad at the
LAPD. And I'm the punching bag.

Yeah, I don't envy you.

Finding a k*ller is like

finding a needle in a haystack.

Except with a cold case, haystack's
been blown all over the field.

Too bad I'm not good
at anything else.

[chuckles] Amen, sister.

But... Can think of worse
ways to live out your career.

Working with the team you
handpicked. Out at the Ahmanson.

Away from all the prying eyes...

I miss Homicide.

I understand.

Somehow I think if I
prove myself in cold cases

that maybe things can go
back to the way they were.

The way things were
might not exist anymore.

Let's look at the
Laura Wilson book.

You know, most departments would have
blue suiters on a grid search like this.

Most departments don't let
civilians solve murders.

I'm not a civilian.

Reserves can do anything
sworn officers can.

Mm-hmm.

Look, I got no problem being
out here all this time.

I wanna solve Yulia's m*rder
just as bad as you do.

Yeah, I doubt that.

But if Frosty's g*n is-is, like, the
linchpin here, we need more bodies.

We need uniformed
officers, cadets even.

What? What are you looking at?

Frosty said that he planted a
g*n, and it grew a rose garden.

Oh.

Sorry, I got nothing
to add to that.

-It's a frustrating case.
-Yeah.

-No major breaks.
-That's how the book reads.

-Any hunches?
-Harmon Harris.

Didn't have a motive for him,
but I didn't like his alibi.

What do you mean
you didn't like it?

Well, he and this
other guy, Adam Lennox,

they said that they'd been
out together that night.

Their stories were identical,
which tell you they were rehearsed.

Yeah.

Ironically, this guy Lennox was a
student in Harris's acting class.

Sarah Pearlman was
interested in acting.

Maybe Harmon Harris
coached her too.

Good a lead as any.

[Ted] You ready to give up yet?

Guy was coming down hard.

The rose thing is
probably nonsense.

-Do you ever shut up?
-Hey.

[Parker] Jesus.

So... [clears throat]
...this Adam Lennox guy,

he was the one outside
of Laura's apartment?

-He saw the blue van?
-Yeah, a few nights before.

And I couldn't figure out if it was part
of this whole story that they'd cooked up.

You know, a false lead,
take the heat off of Harris.

Lennox said it was a blue van.
The license plate started with...

A four.

Yeah. Checked it out.

Over 3,000 vans that fit that description
that were on the road at that time.

-[phone rings]
-Yeah. Needle in a haystack.

Yeah, Parker.

We found a g*n.

You did?

Six sh**ter.

Next to a mural with a bunch of
roses if you could believe it.

All right. Let's get it to FAU

and, uh, see if the b*llet
matches the one that k*lled Yulia.

-I'll see you there.
-Okay.

Laura Wilson?

No, it's a different
case. But I gotta go.

You need me, just
whistle real loud.

Thanks, Harry.

Survey says, the b*llet
from Yulia Kravetz's body

was indeed fired by the
six-sh**ter you found.

Given Sean Wright's
prints are on that g*n...

We got Frosty dead to rights.

Any hits in the system?

No. Nothing.

Not even on my John Doe?

[sighs] I looked that
one up specifically.

Turns out that b*llet from that
case was never even analyzed.

-You sure?
-Mmm.

Could've gotten lost in
the shuffle at Property.

-It happens.
-[sighs] Shame.

No wonder that case
went cold. Hmm.

I called in that
b*llet to be analyzed.

-Parker, you sure?
-I know I did.

It was right before
I left the force,

otherwise I would've
followed up on it myself.

[sighs] I'm telling you, someone in
the LAPD let John Doe's m*rder go cold.

If you're right, and I'm
not saying you are...

[sighs] ...we're headed for
some dark f*cking waters.

[phone buzzes]

Hey.

Hey all is bueno. Case closed.

She arrested the sh**ter.

And you know he's a dead end. Can't
even string a sentence together.

This won't come back on us.

Sure, I could have a
little fun with that.

sh*t.

She won't know what hit her.