I'm Isabelle.
I'm Olga's niece. She's the queen,
which makes me a princess.
Do you know I was in love with you
when I was a little girl?
- Come on!
Come on. Ha!
Yes! Finally.
Saw the sign about the room.
You can't be doing that business here in my building.
I don't do that anymore.
I have a son.
What's his name?
Colin.
Colin ran off with the teacher.
You're not sending that man after him.
Mr. McGregor is very discreet.
- No, you don't.
- You don't know what he does. - I know what he fucking does!
Your wife kidnapped my son.
If you know anything, just tell me,
and I'll do whatever I can to protect them both.
I want to see Olga.
Go.
- Olga.
Joan Sunday,
LAPD. Is this the residence of Olga Desnain?
Olga is incapacitated.
What's your name?
Guy.
Johnny? Do you like cars?
Yeah.
Yes.
You say, "Yes, I like cars."
Yes, I like cars.
Do you like this car?
Hmm?
Yeah, sure.
I mean, yes.
Yes.
Burt, pull over. Please.
Do you know how to drive?
Uh, I'm 15.
That has nothing to do with my question.
Uh...
No, I-I've never.
But I-I could.
- You can. - Okay, I...
I mean, yeah... I mean, yes.
Burt, get out, please.
Yes, ma'am.
Drive me.
Uh... where?
Wherever I tell you to go.
But, for now, go straight, huh?
Okay.
Start the car.
Now drive.
Go.
Go faster.
Vas-y, plus vite.
Even faster, Johnny.
C'est ça.
tense music
"Call Me" by Blondie
Color me your color, baby
Color me your car
Color me your color, darling
I know who you are
Come up off your color chart
I know where you're coming from
- Call me - Call me
On the line, call me
Call me any, anytime
- Call me - Call me
I'll arrive, you can call me any
Day or night, call me
Cover me with kisses, baby
Cover me with love
Roll me in designer sheets
I'll never get enough
Emotions come
I don't know why
Cover up love's alibi
- Call me - Call me
My love, call me
Call me any, anytime
- Call me - Call me
I'll arrive, call me
Call me for some overtime
- Call me - Call me
My love, call me
Call me in a sweet design
- Call me - Call me
Call me
For your lover's lover's alibi
Call me
Hey.
The other day was, uh...
fucked-up.
Maybe you and me should talk.
You know, like, real talk.
Yeah.
It's so fucked-up that...
- I feel like I want to cry. - Mm.
But she was my fucking pimp.
No, I'm good.
What do you mean you're good?
Y-You're not gonna toast our dear departed?
No, as I said, I'm good.
What are we calling her now, anyway? Mentor?
Boss.
Adversary.
Bad bitch.
Warden.
Mama.
Lover.
Fuck you, Olga. Fuck you.
slow, sentimental music
So, uh...
- I guess, condolences? - Yeah.
Yeah. Who'd want to kill Olga, Julian?
Same people who killed Janet Holmes?
- You're the detective, right? - Yeah.
Yeah, so why don't you tell me?
Okay. On my way over here,
I was thinking how the so-called queen
gets taken out just a couple days
after her best boy, you,
- gets out of jail. - Right.
That's a little cozy for my taste, Julian.
You think someone wanted revenge?
Some police work.
You know, when you ran out of that diner so quick
because you thought that Olga had hired Finnegan
to kill Janet Holmes,
remember that? And now Olga's dead.
I didn't do it, Detective.
Where were you the night she was killed?
I was walking.
- You were walking. - Yeah.
Where?
Just... [inhales] around.
- Alone? - Yeah.
No one to corroborate?
Answer when I call you, day or night.
Don't make me chase you, okay?
What? Was I too mean the other night?
Is that why you won't come back to work?
'Cause I was mean?
Hey, Isabelle, can I ask you something?
Do you remember Lisa Beck?
Who?
Lisa Beck.
She was young. I...
I brought her in.
Remember that thing happened to her?
You know, in the bathroom upstairs?
Hmm.
Yeah.
Jesus, hadn't thought about that for a long time.
Why?
For some reason I just...
you know, I remembered her today.
tense, ominous music
For some reason.
Hmm.
You know, what I remembered
for some reason today...
...my first job.
Guy named Hank.
250 pounds of smelly Russian.
Olga sent him back to one of the rooms,
and she asked me to meet him.
And at that point, I... I thought I was her daughter.
I thought I was special.
So I said, "No.
No way, I'm not doing this."
Then she hit me.
slow, dramatic music
Come on.
Do you trust me?
- Yes. - Okay.
Mr. Kaye, come on in.
Mr. Banks, John Henderson.
Class of '95.
I remember you well. Sit.
How have you been?
You know, sir, ups and downs.
Yeah? Please,
I'm all ears.
Sir, I came here today to talk to you about Lisa Beck.
She took her own life
while she was a student here.
I remember.
It was a tragedy.
It is those tragedies that keep me up at night,
not the success stories,
the tragedies.
What, is it too much?
Mr. Banks, can you give me any information
on her? Anything at all?
Who are these people?
Friends. They're my friends.
- You okay? - Yeah.
All right, let's have some fun.
intriguing music
- Nothing yet? - No.
If I'd heard anything, I would have let you know.
He'll be back. Don't worry.
You're a bit casual about our son
being kidnapped by a pedophile.
Oh, Michelle,
he wasn't kidnapped. He ran away.
He'll be back.
He's in love with her.
That colors everything a new shade.
What if he doesn't come back?
They will find him and bring him home,
- okay?
I was surprised to hear from you.
You meant what you said before?
I help you find them,
you'll protect Elizabeth?
I'll do everything I can.
She's never done anything outside the lines before.
Never.
Dated Elizabeth for six months before she even kissed me.
But I still love her.
You know?
Still wanted her to come home to me.
That's a printout of her recent transactions.
She charged a motel room.
tense, dramatic music
Staring at that photo won't make him magically appear.
I'm so fucking hungry.
Um...
I want a hamburger and fries and a milkshake.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
Well, I can get that.
- Well, wait, maybe I should go. - No, I got it.
Order 19. It's ready.
Two number fives and two milkshakes.
Thank you.
Doesn't he have a key?
Colin?
Colin.
Where is he? Where is he?
He's not here.
tense, dramatic music
Call him.
Tell him to come back here right now.
No. [gasps]
Call him.
- No. - Now.
Tell me where he is.
slow, suspenseful music
fast-paced, dramatic music
Hi, honey.
Aw, go home to mama, baby.
Avi, if you could go ahead and 86
the Caesar off that...
Okay, this is for, uh, table five, right?
Yeah, table five.
Okay.
- How are you ladies? - Hi.
- Hey. - Everything okay?
I know, I get it.
- I can't do it alone. - I get...
Listen, we... we'll figure something out, all right?
Just... Hey.
J, you got experience in the kitchen, right?
Yeah.
Can you chop, dice, and julienne?
Two out of the three.
Two out of three ain't bad. Okay, we will get it done.
He's got experience. Hey, J, put those glasses down.
Come here for a second. We can make this work.
Trust me. Just show him what you need to do.
This is on you if this doesn't work.
- Come here for a second, Julian. - There's a pallet
of onions in the back. Diced.
- Easy peasy.
Easy, right?
- Right, easy. - We'll get it done.
Promise, man, easy.
Hey.
What's going on, Lizzy?
Not much.
Uh...
I just wanted to say thank you.
Thank me for what?
- That album. - Ah.
No, I'd never seen that before.
Hmm.
You, uh...
Yeah? [laughs]
Enjoy.
You know, when Irene moved in...
Hmm.
I did not think we would be friends.
Why's that?
She was older. She was... intense.
But when she got sick...
I don't want to say it was a good thing,
but it-it brought us closer.
How so?
As scared as I was, I was there for her.
- Oh, shit. - Hey.
Surprise.
Friend of yours?
- Something like that. - Special delivery.
You know, Lizzy, I, uh,
I'm really sorry for your loss.
No, don't be.
Hey, look, I was the lucky one.
How so?
I got to spend that time with her.
That's a really good way to look at it.
Mm.
- Enjoy your day. - You, too. Excuse me.
- This is, uh... - Excuse me, ma'am.
- Bye, Lizzy. - Bye.
- Bye, Lizzy.
- Bye, friend. - Now, what are you doing?
How... What... How do you even know I live here?
Man, I know everything.
Wh-What-what is, what is this shit, man?
This shit? These are your clothes.
- Clothes? - Yeah, that's right.
Here it is.
Oh, wow.
Oh, wow, a fern.
A Buddha. You got books?
Well, uh, now that the, uh,
tour is over,
let's get ready for tonight.
What do you mean?
W-We going out, baby.
Yeah, and that is why I brought you
a little housewarming gift.
- Ta-da. - Nah, man.
What do you mean, "Nah"?
This is the Balenciaga of cocaine.
That's not for me, Ren.
Oh, yeah, that's 'cause you were inside
with that bad prison shit.
This comes out of a platinum vial,
not out of some Hells Angel's asshole.
No, thank you.
- Okay. All right. Fuck it. - Yeah.
But it's still here for you.
So, let's decide what we're wearing tonight.
Ah, you're gonna put this shit on, right here.
- No. - What do you mean, "No"?
I mean, what... Eh, why would I do that?
Why wouldn't you do it, man? Put the shit on.
I'm not putting it on, Ren.
It's a, it's a fucking costume, man.
- I'm not doing it. - Costume?
- Yeah, I'm not doing it. - No, no, no, no, motherfucker.
This is not a costume, that is a costume.
The whole black T-shirt, black jeans,
whole... "Look, I just got out of prison.
I'm so dark and I'm so brooding,
I'm so angry. Life is so bad."
Stop being a little bitch, all right?
That's your costume.
Look, do you think
that when Clark Kent goes into a telephone booth
and puts on his Superman shit, flies up in the air,
and saves people, that he's thinking to himself,
-"This is just a costume"?
Fuck no.
He's thinking, "This is amazing." Why?
Because he can do shit that nobody else can do.
- Okay. - All right?
Tonight, you, me, Isabelle, old Marquis, the old villa...
Yeah, I don't know.
Okay.
Look, selfish,
if you're not gonna do it for yourself, do it for Olga.
Bye.
They... will...
kill... you.
Stay away!
spacy music
tense, somber music
Colin?
Oh, God.
I walked in the room, and there...
there she was. Her neck was broken.
Colin's things
were just strewn all over the room, and I...
I just started cleaning it up.
Why the fuck would you touch anything in the room?
I don't know.
Richard, we have to call the police.
Absolutely not.
Why not?
A dead woman in a motel, and your son
- was the last person with her. - He didn't do it.
tense, dramatic music
Richard, if you contact the authorities,
Colin becomes the primary suspect.
So what do we do?
Did anyone see you there?
- Michelle. - Mm... God. I don't know.
The cleaning woman, another guest, a passerby?
I don't know.
Think.
Michelle.
The manager.
The manager gave me the room number.
Can you tell me which room Elizabeth Shannonhouse
is in, please?
intense, ominous music
¿Estás bien?
No te preocupes.
Guy DuBois, 53, of Sherman Oaks.
And Olga Desnain, 64.
Some of you might remember she was the self-appointed queen...
back in the '90s.
The early-aughts, she was the Westside Madam.
Remember? Anyone? Yes. Right.
So, we went into the house, nothing unusual.
We got forensics coming in, hopefully we get lucky.
And now back to your regularly scheduled programming.
Okay, we got something in from Panorama City.
Elizabeth Shannonhouse,
37, white, found with her neck broken
in a motel called The Costello.
Broken mirror in the bedroom and...
this photograph found next to the victim's head.
We're working to ID the couple in the photo
and any connection the victim may have
to either party.
That's all the news for today, gang.
Let's go catch some bad guys.
Thoughtful of you to provide lollipops.
- I don't got time for... - Yes, you do. Trust me,
you have time for me.
So...
some high school teacher was fucking young boys
in the room you provided her?
The fuck are you?
Hi, Chris.
Who the fuck are you?
Well, I'm a lot of things, but today
I'm your benefactor.
Do I know you?
No, you don't.
Don't open it here.
You're about to get some very bad news.
I'm told that these cards have no limits.
When you get home, open the bag.
It's self-explanatory.
Start with,
I don't know, $100,000. See if that goes through.
It refills itself every month and keeps the peace.
One condition, though.
That offer only stands if you agree
you saw nothing out of the ordinary,
and with that price you give me your security tapes.
You understand?
Good.
No one knows your wife was a pedophile.
I think you'll agree we should keep it that way.
tense, dramatic music
Hello?
Hello. Hi. Is-is that Mrs. Stratton?
Who is this?
Yeah, can you see me?
Yes.
Yes, hi, Joan Sunday. LAPD.
Thank God. [sighs]
- I'll be right down.
Okay.
I'm so glad you're here.
- Yeah?
I know this is a, a delicate situation,
but-but I just think it's so much better if...
If what?
Didn't my husband call you?
No. Why would he call me?
Well, there must be some mix-up.
Is there?
I'm sorry, why are you here?
Um...
Do you recognize the man in this photograph?
dramatic, ominous music
I know it's sensitive, Mrs. Stratton.
- No. - No?
I don't.
Take a minute. Looks like, maybe,
a fundraiser or a bachelorette party.
I need to talk to my lawyer.
You're free to do that, but you should know
this photograph was found in a motel room in Panorama City,
a crime scene.
A murdered woman.
This was on the floor.
You weren't there by any chance, were you?
No. God, no.
And you don't recognize this man?
You see, Mrs. Stratton, I could use some help...
figuring out how that photo came to be in that motel room.
If not, I'm just gonna have to investigate your family.
The man...
in that photograph, uh...
Uh, he's, he's a prostitute.
Is that so?
I was stupid back then
and, uh...
a little lonely.
- I used him a couple of times. - Used him?
Mm-hmm.
Yeah, I took him to a party
with some girlfriends of mine, and...
well, they all got a big kick out of it.
Uh, we all took photographs with him.
So, just between us girls,
you like a little rough trade every now and again?
- You go to a seedy motel... - No.
I've never been to a place like that.
It was two times.
He's a prostitute, like I said.
I sure would like to know
how that photo got in that motel room.
Wouldn't you? I'll be in touch.
Johnny.
wistful music
- Hey. - Hi.
- Sorry to be waking you.
Yeah, I could see the advantage.
- Have you had food yet?
What is this? What is it?
- What in the world?
- What is that? - You just have to open it.
Open it?
- All right.
Nothing but the best.
slow, wistful music
Oh, my God,
- it's totally fucking hideous.
You want me to wear this?
I want to be a tourist with you.
A tourist?
Let's go to the beach.
You want to go to the beach?
- Yeah?
Yeah. Will you?
- Can we be from Kansas? - Yes.
- Yeah? - If you put this on.
How about an accent?
Think they'll believe us?
Yeah. You sure you don't want to stay here?
Hello?
Last night in the armpit
of the armpit of the Valley,
a high school tutor got her neck broken in a cheap motel.
No suspects. No witnesses.
Today, at the precinct,
I see a piece of evidence that they brought back,
and it's a photograph.
It was a photograph of you, Julian.
Fucking you.
You're like the Where's Waldo
of fucking crime scenes.
I don't think I understand.
You know who you were with?
I... I don't know,
but I imagine you're gonna,
you're gonna tell me, right, Detective?
Michelle Stratton.
How do you know her, Julian?
Uh...
Yeah, I...
can't say that I do.
Well, she sure knows you.
Said that she, uh, used you back in the day,
couple of times, once or twice.
Took you to a few parties.
Does that sound familiar to you? Does that sound right?
Was she your client, Julian?
Yeah.
Yeah?
Yeah, she... um...
she-she used me a couple of times. Yeah, she was a...
she was a client.
Listen, I don't know
what the hell you gotten yourself into.
This is a, this is a mess, man. I would never
fuck around with people that powerful.
I don't know what you're doing.
Dete-De-Detective, I got to go.
- Really, Julian? - No, I-I...
Don't fucking hang up...
tense, ominous music
Well, she sure knows you.
How do you know her, Julian?
She said she used you back in the day.
Couple of times. Once or twice.
Was she your client, Julian?
"Work" by Charlotte Day Wilson
It's gonna take a bit of work
Oh-oh, work
Now that you're here
Whoa-oh, work
'Cause people come and go
But I think you should know
That I
I think this will work
Ooh-ooh...
Ooh-ooh
It's gonna take a little time
But with you by my side
I won't let go
Till I've got what's mine
'Cause people come and go
Ooh...
But you should know
That I, that I
I'll take it slow
Ooh-ooh...
Ooh-ooh
It's gonna take a bit of work
Oh-oh, work
Now that you're here
- Whoa-oh, work
It's gonna take a bit of work
Oh-oh, work
Now that you're here
Whoa-oh, work