Major Crimes

Ah, Buongiorno, Signore. Buongiorno.

* Major Crimes * Season 05 Episode 09 Precisely Synchronized by srjanapala Alfredo deconchini at your service.

Welcome to the world-famous Greek Theatre.

Yes, well, I'm Lieutenant Provenza,

of the world-famous I.A.P.D.

Where's the victim?

Now, I hope that our Piccola Traga

Won't take your detectives too long to resolve.

We present a sold-out performance of the deftones

This evening. God.

It's so much bigger than when I was here last.

Ah, yes. We expanded seating in the '80s.

Ugh. The '80s.

We are always chosen number-one outdoor venue in America...

In the world maybe, huh?

So, the '80s... who did you come see perform?

Oh, I didn't buy a ticket.

I was assigned to protect some Rock Band.

I don't remember their names, but worst music I ever heard.

And the Patchouli.

Uh, you don't like Patchouli?

No, I don't like Patchouli,

And I didn't like the hippies that wore it, either.

Julio, hello.

Hey. Good morning, Lieutenant.

Except for the whole being dead part,

The victim's in good shape for his age.

Somebody smashed his head in repeatedly.

The car keys and cash were in his pocket.

The only thing missing is his cellphone.

It looks like it started up here!

I've got blood-transfer patterns on this top step,

Leading all the way down! You want to come up and see?!

Well, you know I don't climb!

Buzz, you miss nothing on your video, and I mean it!

Yes, sir!

Uh, excuse me.

It's possible that the poor gentleman

Only suffered heart failure while jogging,

And then he tumbled down the stairs to his death... boom!

Well, you know, that's a reasonable theory, Alfredo,

Except for the blood pattern, the drag Marks,

and... and the fact that someone,

pounded his head into the pavement...

Uh, Kendall?

6 or 7 times at least, maybe 90 minutes ago.

Hey, uh, this is my realtor.

He said he was going through his e-mail this morning,

and he found an offer on my house.

Well, my heartfelt congratulations, Flynn.

Now, you wouldn't happen to have,

any useful information about this murder, would you?

Murder? Oh, yeah, sure.

Uh, the woman who called 911... No, no.

Oh, no, no, no, no. Said that she was one of

The first people here this morning running the stairs.

Murder? No. But the show... the show must go on, no?

Okay, sir, we're asking the questions here, not you.

What time does this place open for business?

6:30A.M.

And you let people exercise here?

Signora, the beautiful Greek Theatre,

belongs to all the citizens of Los Angeles.

Also, technically, the Greek is a city park

And keeps city-park hours.

I-I-I-I feel like I should make a counter,

But I don't want to scare the buyer away.

I'll tell you what, Flynn.

Why don't you and your realtor counter that way

So we can complete this investigation?

Oh, I-I'm sorry, guys.

I-I have to make this decision now.

Just... just a second. Be right back. One second.

Okay, Kendall, I need you

To run the victim's prints for us, please.

Will do.

Uh, sir, how can I access the security cameras?

Ah, the cameras are for projection of performances,

Not recordings.

The artists would never allow that.

Hey, this is interesting.

What is that?

Look. All his fingertips are bloody

Except for the thumb on his right hand.

Well, maybe it was wiped off by the killer

To unlock the missing phone.

You think the guy was murdered over something on his cell?

Excuse me.

Uh, how much longer will this take?

Because we are on the verge of disaster.

A sold-out performance cannot be delayed.

Alfredo, you do not tell the I.A.P.D. To hurry up.

Now you back off, and you wait for my cue.

Capiche?

All right. Kendall?

I got a hit on his fingerprints.

He's a criminal? Worse.

He's a lawyer.

Shit.

Not just any lawyer, either...

A high-priced divorce Attorney.

Divorce... always a good motive.

Are there any malpractice complaints on Mr. Cushing?

Well, not in the I.A. County court database, Ma'am.

All right, the Amphitheater opened at 6:30,

and the body was discovered at 6:47...

about a 15-minute window of opportunity.

So, either our killer knew our victim's habits

Or followed him there.

Holy moly. This guy was loaded...

an estate in Bel Air, oceanfront home in Carmel,

A Sailboat, Tesla, and a Bentley.

Yeah, well, people who say money can't make you happy,

just aren't giving it a chance. Mm.

Was anything obviously wrong in Mr. Cushing's personal life?

Not so far. His facebook page shows

A happily married divorce Attorney.

He and his wife just celebrated their 25th anniversary...

One daughter in college.

Maybe ... -We should notify,

the happily married wife in person.

Just to be sure, because it's always the wife.

It's always the wife. -Hold on, guys.

I'm on the phone with Dr. Cushing's office.

She's been in maui all week at a couples-therapy workshop.

And she went to couples therapy without her husband?

Divorce Attorney's wife is a marriage counselor,

So she can refer,

all her failures to her husband, I guess.

Flying back tomorrow morning with their daughter.

Well, it's always good to be out of town

Whenever the hit man murders your spouse.

Excuse me, Captain.

I've tracked our victim's missing cellphone

to its final transmission.

The last ping we had from the GPS in cushing's cell,

was from 7:00 this morning, at the Hollywood Reservoir.

Two and a half miles from the crime scene.

Where the phone went offline.

The killer wanted something from it...

A text, a picture, what?

We keep our whole lives on our cells these days.

Really? I only have phone numbers.

And a few cat videos. Mm.

Hey, everyone,

Instead of searching for complaints against cushing,

We looked to see if cushing made complaints against other people.

And he recently filed a restraining order.

against Joey Bowie with the Beverly Hills Police.

Joey Bowie? He's a celebrity chef...

also on the losing end of a big, fat, "TMZ" - style divorce.

Guess who represented the wife, Ma'am.

Mr. Cushing.

Oh, and, uh, Bowie just had a splashy opening,

for his new restaurant... very near the Greek.

At Hollywood and Vermont.

It's a fantastic location... wall-to-wall yuppies,

USC millennials looking for "locally grown, organic cuisine."

Best part of it is, there is no legal definition for "local."

Organic's slightly harder to fudge,

but local... local could be from anywhere.

I organize local by hemispheres.

That Argentinean beef, though... it is so much better.

It is. People don't know it, but it is.

Your new restaurant's called Bowie's Knife?

Yeah. I was going for something visceral, you know, primitive.

Everyone's going vegan, so I go Carnivore...

Man, meat, knife,

hot, sexy.

Is that why you called me in here,

to question me about my business?

Why does Robert cushing have a restraining order against you?

I have no idea.

Well, was it because you shook him by the neck so hard

He was taken to the E.R., sir?

Oh, now I remember.

Cushing convinced the judge I was emotionally volatile.

My wife got our house, half of my money,

and sole custody of our children.

Now I need a court-ordered observer,

present just to watch me play with my kids.

And I get to pay for said observer out of my own pocket.

I mean, you hit your wife one time,

just once, just once...

Yeah. And see what happens.

Punch her hard in the face just once and send her to the hospital,

with a broken nose and a skull fracture.

I didn't violate my restraining order, all right? Seems like we were

Looking at skull fractures just this morning.

He's told so many lies about me,

I still wake up mad as hell.

Did you happen to run in to Mr. Cushing lately...

This morning, yesterday evening?

Your phone could probably tell us.

You want us to check it out?

All right, I'll make it easy for you.

I wasn't stalking cushing last night.

I was following his professional friend.

Here's a picture of them that I took a couple months ago.

It's not my fault she was going to his hotel.