Motive

...Britney trails by two points!

...Get through the pack...

Go, Dawn go! Go!

I haven't seen a wall like this since Berlin!

Oh! A desperate Hail Mary low block from Check and Destroy...

Yeah!

Diablo pushes back in to form a truck and trailer...

Go, Dawn, go!

Dawn looking for help here,

whips Spooky Homemaker into that free wall!

She pulls Dawn through the carnage! Dawn turns off

αnd powers through the last few seconds!

For the win! For the win!

Whoo! Yeah!

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Yeah! Dawn!

Come on, man.

Wait.

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Well, good morning. You have a good night?

- Yeah, it was pretty quiet. You? - Yeah, it was good.

Didn't really do anything.

- Hey, Bets. - Dr. Rogers.

Hey, Angie. Detective Mazur.

Our victim is Dawn Richards, 22.

Roommate found the body.

According to the first responders, it looks like someone broke in.

Uh, we just got here at the same time.

- Paula sometimes calls ahead. - Oh.

Dawn was stabbed repeatedly in the throat.

The weapon pierced the jugular. Not a knife.

The wounds are linear, but with abraded margins.

- Could be scissors. - That's my thought.

Was she sexually assaulted?

- There is bruising on her arms. - Signs of a struggle.

Maybe, but some of the bruising is significantly older than the others.

Roller derby, that could account for the bruising.

Robbery gone wrong?

Thief breaks in, victim caught him in the act...

Yeah, or a home invasion attack, something like that.

- I'll talk to the roommate? - Okay... great.

Come in.

Officer Tarchuk, good to see you.

You too, Staff Sergeant.

I've got a walk-in who wants to talk to a detective.

A psychiatrist, says he's worried about a violent patient of his.

- What do you think? - I think he's worth talking to.

- You want me to give him to someone? - No, show him in. I'll talk to him.

You sure? I don't want to waste your time.

No, it'll be a nice change of pace. Thank you.

Hi. Staff Sergeant Vega.

- Dr. Henry Price. - Nice to meet you.

I want you to know, that I take doctor-patient confidentiality

- very seriously. - Please.

But in this case, I really felt

that I had a duty to warn.

And I appreciate that. Tell me about your patient.

His name is Peter Carver,

and I think he's going to kill someone.

Motive - 04x05 - The Scorpion and the Frog

At around 7:30, I started thinking Dawn should be up.

I knocked on her door, and there was no answer,

so I went in.

Tell me about last night.

Dawn had a date.

I went out so she could have the apartment to herself.

- And what time did you get home? - Around 1:00 a.m.

Her door was closed. I... I figured she'd gone to sleep.

Oh, God... She could have been... I should have checked...

Stacey, don't get caught up in the what-ifs.

It's a game you can't win.

Who was Dawn with last night?

Uh, he was new.

She didn't tell me his name.

New, as in, like, a first date?

- Did she tell you where they met? - Look, I don't know, okay?

I don't know anything about him.

I first met Peter six months ago.

His treatment was a condition of his suspended sentence.

- What were the charges? - Criminal harassment. Stalking.

Peter develops unhealthy obsessions alarmingly quickly,

and there's a new woman from his neighborhood, a blonde.

He follows her and fantasizes about her.

- Do we have a name? - I'm not even sure he knows it.

- But you think he's escalating. - Lately, he's been describing...

gruesome fantasies. In a recent session,

he admitted he broke into this woman's apartment when she wasn't home.

He broke into her apartment?

I know, I should have come in sooner.

Yeah. Well, you're here now. What's the second part of the fantasy?

He wants to "cut open her throat"

and watch the life bleed out of her."

Okay.

Thank you, Doctor. I'll, uh, I'll look into it.

Well, please don't wait. I'm nervous for this woman, and for him.

Okay. Thank you.

Yeah, we're friends.

Thank you so much.

Hey.

There you go.

Oh, thanks so much. I'm glad you had fun.

Dawn? Hello, Dawn?

Hi. You were really great out there today.

Thanks.

Did you want an autograph?

I want to go on a date with you.

Oh... that's so sweet.

There you go, take care.

Thanks.

Okay, I just talked to the building manager...

If an intruder jimmied the window open when they broke in,

would they leave that window open or closed behind them?

- That's a rhetorical question... - I think that they would leave it open.

So then, why is there blood on the inside of this window frame?

Oh, you're asking. Uh, that would mean

that the window was closed during the murder, and opened after.

Which means the break-in could be staged?

Yeah. Have you talked to the building manager?

Yes, I did. He says that Dawn was kicking Stacey out,

taking her name off the lease, changing the locks.

Okay, so, Stacey, tell us again about last night.

I went to see a movie at Tinseltown.

- Who were you with? - I was by myself.

- So, you have no alibi? - I just told you...

You told us you bought a ticket to sit in a dark room by yourself.

Stacey, we talked to the building manager,

and we know that Dawn was kicking you out.

So, what happened? Did you get mad? Did you have a fight? Did you stab her?

What? No!

I could never kill Dawn. She was my best friend!

Okay, well, then help us understand what's going on here.

Over the past few weeks,

Dawn started acting really weird.

Paranoid.

- She accused me of stealing from her. - Stealing what?

- Her jacket, perfume... - Did you?

No. It was our derby jacket.

I have my own.

And I hated the perfume. It made her smell like a grandmother.

- Thanks for meeting me. - No problem. I'd want back-up, too.

I think I want a tetanus shot.

- Did you do anything last night? - I'd like to say yes.

So, what's the deal with your Dr. Price?

I did a background check. He works at a respected clinic.

Peter Carver? Police. We'd like to ask you a few questions.

Peter?

Detective Brian Lucas requesting back-up. 1457 Victoria Drive.

- Do you want to wait? - No, we should make sure he's okay.

Yeah... You like her for this, don't you?

Mm-hmm.

- I'm not sure I like her for this. - Friends kill each other all the time.

Yeah, but so do strangers.

- Hey, what's up? - That case you're working on,

what can you tell me about your victim?

- Uh, what do you want to know? - Start with a physical description.

Dawn Richards, she's 22. She's got long blonde hair.

- Any chance she plays roller derby? - Yeah, she does.

- Vega. - Yeah.

I'm going to text you an address.

Good morning.

What happened, Peter?

I can't help you if you don't talk to me.

Why would you help me?

Because I'm your doctor, Peter. It's what I'm here for.

You know you can talk to me about anything.

What happened?

I...

I think I killed her.

You don't know?

I woke up on the couch,

and there were scissors...

and a lot of blood.

Oh, Peter.

What are you doing? Are you calling the police?

- I'm sorry, but I have no choice... - You're calling the police?

- You said you were going to help me. - I am going to help you,

but you have to turn yourself in.

We'll do it together. I'll be right here with you. Now give me the phone.

Sit down.

- Peter... - Sit down!

Wowie...

Hey.

Look at this, half a day in the field, you already I.D.'d a killer.

Just think what you could do with a whole day.

I cannot take that credit.

- Don't be so modest. - You gotta see this guy's bathroom.

No thanks, if it's anything like this room,

I'm gonna let you take the lead on that.

He's got a scrip for every anti-psychotic that you can think of,

plus a few more.

How does this guy get through the cracks?

Maybe because he wants to. He's got an apartment, and a job.

He's functioning.

- I'll talk to his employer. - Okay. Flynn, Sarge.

That's the jacket that Dawn accused Stacey of stealing.

Mm-hmm, and a hell of a lot more.

Nice scarf.

There's the grandma perfume.

Why did you take this from her?

She humiliated me.