Major Crimes

I hear you, Chella.

Just let me finish this e-mail, all right?

Major Crimes - 04x03 - Open Line

What are you doing here?

Ah!

9-1-1, what's your emergency?

Hello?

Laptop screen is cracked. Could've been from the fight.

Did the dog wake up the neighbors?

No, Hollywood responded to an open line 9-1-1 call

at 7:34 A.M. from the cell phone she's holding.

Victim's name is Christa Cook,

24 years old, originally from Buffalo,

and she's been in L.A. about six years.

So I-I take it from these pictures up here

that Ms. Cook was some kind of a model?

Supermodel. I googled her. She worked a lot...

Magazines, commercials...

So many dogs. Maybe we should get animal control

to roll out with us.

Why do you hate dogs all of a sudden?

- Oh, it's not all of a sudden. - Lieutenant Provenza?

What is it now, Buzz?

Captain Raydor's arrived... with company.

I can just... I can Uber from here.

We have hours.

Yeah, but I-I know Hobbs really well.

I can probably just go by myself.

The meeting is for both of us, Rusty.

Captain, can I borrow your son for dog duty

till animal control gets here?

Twice around the block and then check in and see where we are.

Oh, and...

I think she may need to do her business.

- Oh, wonderful. - Oh, and you might try to scoop up

some tips from your media peers

behind the yellow tape down here.

Okay, great. Thanks, lieutenant.

Have we found anything suggesting robbery?

Doesn't look like it. Yeah?

Excuse me, captain,

look at all these pictures I found in Christa's nightstand.

All with the same guy. They look pretty recent.

And, uh, these 5 shots are from Sunset 71.

They're time-stamped, uh, two months old.

Boyfriend?

- I saw this guy. - Hmm?

In some of the Google photos of Christa at a red carpet event.

He's... hold on.

Okay, well, whoever her boyfriend is,

he doesn't live here.

I just got off the phone with the landlord,

and Christa's name is the only one on the lease.

And there are no men's clothes in the guest bedroom.

Which means she knew her attacker well enough

to open the front door.

Mike, how's her laptop?

Uh, I can probably pull contacts, e-mail, but...

Oh, I should also get a warrant

for her social media accounts as well.

And not just the Facebook and the Twitter

and the Instagram, but the dating ones, too.

Uh, you know, like... Tinder? Hinge?

Okcupid? Coffee Meets Bagel?

What? I'm single.

Yeah, well, thank you, Casanova, but no one cares.

Ye gods.

Name of the boyfriend is Felix Koster.

His picture matches the ones Lieutenant Tao found.

Oh. And he's a mixed martial arts fighter.

Andy, you and Amy go find this Mr. Koster and, uh,

inquire as to his whereabouts this morning.

- Will do. - And, Buzz?

Hmm?

I would like to go with Christa.

If you would drive Rusty back to the office, please?

Sure, no... no problem.

Thank you.

I'd say, "you're welcome," but it was Chief Taylor

who moved your victim to the front of the line.

I just got the X-rays back.

Could any of this have been done with a weapon?

Maybe, but from the bruising,

I'm guessing the killer used his hands and feet.

There's at least six points of contact.

Her face looks like it was bashed into the floor.

And this is the impact that killed her.

Broke the fourth rib down,

which penetrated her right lung.

Would she have been able to speak?

Not with her lungs filling up with blood.

That explains why she couldn't talk on the 9-1-1 call, ma'am.

Detective Sykes was able to I.D. a possible boyfriend...

A Felix Koster.

- Apparently, he's an M... - M.M.A. Fighter.

Felix "Hammerhead" Koster.

You know him?

Well, not personally, but I've watched him in the ring.

He's got a chance at a big title coming up...

Lots of money, endorsements.

Hard to believe he gave that up

to go a few rounds with his girlfriend.

Anger's a funny thing.

Well, when you meet Mr. Hammerhead,

look for bruises.

'Cause the victim... fought back.

Get in there!

Watch that left side.

So much for bruises we can tie to our victim.

I'll run video. We can pull screencaps later.

Good idea.

It's closed to the public, guys.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, it's time for a break.

I'm Lieutenant Flynn.

This is Detective Sykes, L.A.P.D.

We need to ask Felix some questions.

What's this about?

Where were you this morning?

Got up at 6:00, ate, ran, got here about 7:00.

Let me guess, by yourself?

No, no, no. I was here before him.

I own the gym, by the way, and I'm Felix's trainer.

Okay, Felix.

You're Christa Cook's boyfriend, right?

Ex-boyfriend. Wait a second.

Is this about returning her parking permit?

'Cause, look, man, I put that in the mail, like,

- a month ago, all right? - All right, bro, the cops

aren't gonna hunt you down over a parking permit.

All right, you guys, I got a few lawyers who work out here.

I'm gonna go give them a call, huh?

Well, be sure and tell them that Christa Cook

was attacked and killed in her apartment this morning.

What? What do you mean?

Someone beat her to death... With their bare hands.

Beat her to death?

Who? Who would do that?!

Hey, hey, calm down. "Who" is our job, not yours.

Yeah, just sit down and shut up, man.

You wanna know anything else? Huh?

I feel real sorry for the girl. I do.

But Felix... he don't need this distraction right now.

God! What else?

How long did your brother date Christa?

Over a year.

In the same city, maybe half the time.

God, this is terrible.

When they were away from each other,

did Christa see another guy?

What? You think she's just gonna walk up to him and say,

"hey, while you're out, I was messing around with some

pretty boy I was posing with or some photographer?"

All right, look, you know what? I gotta go take of my brother.

- Anything else, guys? - Okay, you're his trainer and his brother,

and we're supposed to just take your word

that Felix was with you?

Hey! Christa has a dog, Chella, in her apartment.

- We know about her dog, Felix. - They've been to her place.

Didn't you hear what they said, man?

Just... let me handle this.

Guys, I don't care if you trust me or not.

My brother... he was with me. Anything else?

No texts, calls, or e-mails

between Felix and Christa since the breakup.

Radio silence.

Plus our prime suspect has an alibi.

And, to me, he looked a little small,

but, of course, so was Christa.

Sir, M.M.A. fighters don't need to be big.

And there are weight classes like in boxing.

Since his brother is vouching for him,

what about the other men in Christa's life?

She wasn't flirting with any men on these devices.

What she was doing in the real world...

I haven't found her on any dating web sites yet.

Well, I doubt she needed one, Buzz.

There's nothing on the Facebook or the Instagram

that shows she went out last night?

Uh, you don't need to put a "the" before Facebook

and Instagram, and it looks like she was at home.

Um, online activity was heavy between 8:20 P.M. and 12:34 A.M.

Four e-mails, and plenty of trips to... the Facebook,

the Twitter.

Oh, okay.

Rusty.

I come bearing subpoenas for the two of you.

Subpoenas?

The State vs. Greg "Slider" Rasenick?

I-I don't understand. Why would I get a subpoena?

I'm not part of Alice's murder case.

You became one when you visited Slider in jail.

When did you visit Slider?

Last week. I-I... why... why? Is that... is that a problem?

Oh, my God. Is Slider's defense attorney

suggesting that I had Rusty ask Slider questions

- regarding the murder? - Of course he is.

Do you want me to go over all this twice,

or should we go straight to Taylor?

Holy crap!

What?