Major Crimes

All units. Be advised. Shooter still at large.

- Oh, no! - We got to get out of here.

Sir, first reports of the campus shooting

came in 22 minutes ago.

So far, we only have one victim,

a professor in the Media Arts building,

about 300 yards north of where we're standing.

Lieutenant, every exit was secured within five minutes,

which means the gunman had enough time to get away.

- Or hide. - Luckily, yesterday was the last day of exams,

- so the campus was mostly empty. - Any eyewitnesses?

Well, a young woman on her way to the victim's office

saw the shooter walk past her, sir.

She's on her way downtown.

I've got my people evacuating the grounds

and gathering surveillance video from every camera on campus.

- Why don't you take him in? - You got it.

The crime scene is all yours.

Thank you, Chief.

I hope you find the son of a bitch.

- Did they catch the guy? - Let's go. Let's go.

Keep moving. Keep moving.

I never saw a dead body before.

Listen. We know how upsetting this is.

But we really need your help.

Holly, the information you share with us right now

could keep another student or teacher from being shot.

Okay, now, you knew the victim how?

He was one of my professors.

He was teaching a screenwriting class

called "the Camera and the Story."

What do you got there, Sykes?

Wallet, keys, cellphone.

Well, doesn't seem like robbery is the motive.

Of course, in school shootings, it never is.

I finished editing my short film

early this morning,

and I took it straight to Professor Ashby's office.

You had to bring it to him?

- You couldn't e-mail it? - I was late.

And Professor Ashby said

if we missed the deadline last night,

we had to bring our film on a flash drive in person

- before 10:00 A.M. - Okay, okay. You're up all night,

and you're walking down the hall.

And... and... and I saw this man

leaving the professor's office with his phone up, filming.

Merry Christmas.

He even smiled at me and said, "Merry Christmas."

Holly, this man...

Do you recognize him from class or from campus?

- No. - Was he older or younger?

Older. Maybe 30s?

Two 9-millimeter casings.

And two 9-millimeter bullets...

One here in the chair

and another up here in the ceiling.

- Buzz. - Got it.

And he filmed me.

He knows who I am! What if he comes after me?

Holly, Holly, listen to me.

If he wanted to hurt you,

he would've shot you then and there.

Oh, my god. I don't understand.

Okay. What happened, Mike?

Since the bullet went through

the victim's head and the computer,

I think Professor Ashby and the killer

may have been watching something on the monitor

when the shot was fired.

Like what?

Well, the bullet missed the hard drive,

so let me see if I can pull something up.

Does it seem as if I've made a rash decision here?

I-I-I see that you're upset.

And I-I will do whatever I can to make this right,

but I-I swear, I don't remember you.

- What am I watching here? - Y-you don't...

You know what Godard said.

You don't have to kill me, please.

"A story should have a beginning, a middle,

- and an end." - There must be something I can do. Is it money?

- I-I will... I will give you... - "But not necessarily in that order."

- I will do whatever you ask. - Take a look at the picture.

Please don't do this.

Tell me where you think I am in the narrative.

I'm a mother.

Wow.

And that was with no real direction.

It felt really... raw.

I'm finding it's the best way to work with non-actors.

Just let them do what they do.

Whoa! Keep moving, guys!

I can't believe all these cops!

Free production value everywhere. Awesome!

They think it's a school shooting.

All right. Let me play this back.

Maybe I don't need another take.

Actually, I'm good.

New deal.

Moving on.

Okay, Holly, if you see the guy

who wished you a merry Christmas,

I'll be right out there, okay?

- Thank you, Lieutenant. - Sure thing, kid.

This doesn't sound like

an ordinary school shooting to me.

Well, you may be right, ma'am.

Ballistics matched the casing from the victim's office

to another murder.

Lisa Green, 52-year-old realtor,

shot in a mansion on Hillcrest

she was supposedly

showing to a buyer she'd been working with.

I got the victim's hard drive up and running.

You sure you want to see this?

A wine cellar.

Keeps 300 bottles of wine exactly...

Ashby's computer was playing this video,

copied to a flash drive,

when the killer shot him in the head.

It starts out innocently enough.

Realtor walking her prospect through this high-end property.

We'll analyze this video more carefully later on, but...

Mike, is this headed where I think it's headed?

I'm afraid so, Andy.

Buzz, fast-forward.

Right there.

- That you want. - Do I look familiar to you at all?

- Um... - That's our other victim.

- I'll be honest, I don't feel like I know you. - Lisa Green.

I'm not very good with faces sometimes.

- I apologize. - You should, yeah.

Oh, I'm terribly sorry. I don't remember.

You sure you don't remember me?

Can you just take a minute to think this through?

Does it look like a minute would make a difference?

Does it seem as if I've made a rash decision here?

Look, if I just knew your name, I could apologize to you.

You never remembered it anyway!

In fact, I am shocked to hear you're a mother

because you were always so bad at follow-through.

Look, just tell me your name.

- Maybe then I could do something... - Sorry. Stop for a second.

If you could just take a little step forward.

We're getting a shadow on your face.

Perfect. Now, if you could say...

"Please, please don't shoot me."

Please.

Please don't shoot me.

He filmed the murder.

Why would someone want to do that?

Have I arrived or what?!

Whoo! Look at that ocean view.

Infinity pool with attached hot tub.

This is exactly the kind of house

I imagined every Hollywood hack lived in.

Look at it.

It's gross.

Lots of greenery.

No evidence of the drought here.

Now let me take you to interior mansion day.

Well, everyone needs a dining table for 12!

Other must-haves include

a faux-stone fireplace for those hot summer nights,

lots of overstuffed pillows everywhere,

and a massive 4K TV.

To the kitchen.

Hmm. Here we have generic art.

How about them apples?

A viking stove designed as a cabinet,

a backup viking fridge, if you have backup-fridge money,

walk-in pantry for the help,

and a... Wolf stove.

Nice.

What a grubby, blood-sucking town.

And... cut!

Remember how expensive we used to think it would be to make a movie?

Now, I can do it all with this.

It barely put a dent in my, uh...

Let's call it inheritance?

Oh, Ryan!

I can't wait for you to see this movie I've been shooting.

And this, I promise,

the part I've designed for you

is gonna make you a star.

The clerk will now read the jury's decision.

We, the people, in the case of

the State of California versus Gregory Rasenick,

having found the defendant

guilty of murder in the first degree,

sentence him...

to death.

The clerk has recorded the jury's verdict.

I thank them for their time, and they are now dismissed.

I'll review this case,

and we'll meet again next Monday to...

Your Honor, we waive the review period.

Oh, no, you don't, Mr. Monroe.

The last time I waived review at your request,