Major Crimes

At 6:35 A.M. this morning,

the L.A.P.D. was notified that 5-year-old Kayla Weber,

daughter of baseball pitcher Jim Weber

was missing from her Brentwood home and may have been abducted.

We have declared a citywide tactical alert...

detailing over 150 officers and detectives to find Kayla

and bring her home.

Who called in the abduction?

Kayla's mother, Lori Weber.

I was in the kitchen,

making Kayla's smoothie like I do every morning.

What time was this?

Oh, I don't know, around 6:15?

Kayla usually wakes when she hears the blender,

and she comes into the kitchen, but she didn't come.

And... and when I went to see if she was getting out of bed...

Oh, my god.

The house was locked! Every door!

Window screen is in the bushes.

Then there's the gouges to the exterior window frame.

Looks like someone pried the window open from the outside.

Whoever broke in here knew which room was Kayla's.

What about Jim Weber? Where was he during his daughter's abduction?

Jim wasn't home last night.

I dropped him off at, um, Santa Monica airport around 8:30.

He got on a helicopter and took off.

- Where was he going? - I don't know.

You don't know? You're his bodyguard.

I thought it's part of your job to know where he is.

If Jim doesn't tell me, I don't ask. Also part of my job.

Where were you when you found out Kayla was missing?

In the pool house, where I stay.

Okay, talk me through last night.

Before turning in, I checked the property,

made sure the gates were locked and the doors were secure.

Uh, Curtis texted me that he was back at the pool house

if I needed anything, and that was at 9:00.

Did you speak to Curtis again before this morning?

Okay.

So, he left. And then what did you do?

I was late finishing up dinner.

Pizza.

Kayla... She loves pizza.

And then I-I poured a glass of wine

and fell asleep with the TV on.

- And during the night, you didn't hear anything? - Mnh-mnh.

An odd noise, a vehicle on the street?

- A house alarm? - No, but see, the thing is...

And this is gonna sound bad, but...

Jim didn't want me setting the alarm.

What?

Why the hell not?

Their home security provider has confirmed

that for the past two weeks,

the Webers have been experiencing false alarms

and outages on the security cameras... about one every three days.

- Why didn't they get it fixed? - It's not their house.

They're just renting

while Jim negotiates with different baseball teams.

Now, the landlord sent a bunch of techs to check out the alarm,

but nobody can find anything wrong.

So, this alarm is being triggered on purpose

just to make the Webers stop using it altogether?

If that's the case, it worked.

Excuse me, sir, I don't know if it means anything,

but two different K9 units

converged on the driveway up to the Webers' house.

But Kayla probably went that way all the time.

Okay, Buzz, we need security video

from every house in this fancy-schmancy neighborhood.

Maybe one of them recorded something that can help us.

I just got word Jim Weber will be arriving at P.A.B. in 40 minutes.

I want to be there when he arrives.

Tell your captain.

Diminished capacity is usually what the defense argues for

in a case like this.

Diminished capacity... that was thrown out before the trial.

Oh, that's so the little creep couldn't plead insanity.

But in the penalty phase, all that Slider's lawyer needs to do

is get one person on the jury to decide that the dirtbag,

you know, wasn't all there, and he's set for life.

Oh, hey, Dr. Joe.

Morning, Lieutenant. Rusty.

- Are you ready for today? - No.

In fact, I'm...

Nervous and mad.

Naturally.

These attorneys on both sides, actually.

Look, you're only here to tell the truth.

Uh, like therapy with you.

Except no yelling at anyone.

Uh, kid, I'm gonna have to leave you with your shrink.

I'll check in with you later. Good luck.

I don't even know if I believe in the death penalty.

That's for the jury to decide, not us.

Thank god.

Thank you for your help, and ask me anything.

I need my daughter back.

Oh, my god, I can't believe this is happening.

Mr. Weber, your wife and your bodyguard

both say that you were away last night.

Can you tell us where?

We have to establish a timeline, sir.

I flew downtown.

You mean by helicopter?

In traffic, it's an hour.

Helicopter gets me there in five minutes.

When you landed, where did you go?

I worked out at the gym for two hours.

And then I spent the night at the downtown Canyon Spa.

Were you alone?

Uh, Mr. Weber, we apologize, but for the sake of your daughter,

we need you to cooperate.

You and your wife, you have a good relationship?

We do, yes.

And I was alone, though...

I could have taken Kayla.

I sometimes bring her to give my wife some alone time.

Mr. Weber, your wife said

that your phone has the most recent photos of Kayla.

It would be very helpful to us

to be able to distribute those pictures to the press.

Yeah. Sure.

Okay.

Ah, there's one taken a couple of days ago.

May I ask you to sign this consent form

so that we can borrow your phone?

That will allow us to print out these pictures.

- Sure, whatever you need. - Thank you, sir.

I'll get this back to you as soon as I can.

Mr. Weber, have you noticed any new people

taking an interest in you?

No more than usual.

Have you had any deliveries or visitors,

or someone trying to learn about your family?

Or the location of Kayla's room... reporters, neighbors?

No, no one knew. No one.

How about staff? Maids? Gardeners?

All of that is taken care of by the landlords.

The only staff I have is Curtis.

- He's more of a friend. - You trust him?

I do.

But I'm also really, really mad at him.

I mean, so angry

I'm not sure I could even look at him right now.

Mr. Weber, since you became a free agent,

I'm very aware that there are many upset fans

from your old team.

But all of those threats are directed at me,

not my little girl.

Not my little girl.

Not my little girl.

Everything he said

matches with what we've been told here,

except I assumed Mr. Weber was further away.

The fact that he was only downtown...

Well, that's news.

It's not just news. It's a lie.

Weber told us he was at the gym

and spent the night at the downtown Canyon Spa.

Well, according to the location services on his phone,

he was at a luxury high-rise building in Beverly Hills

for the entire night.

No wonder his bodyguard covered for him.

Jim was with someone else.

The night his daughter went missing.

In the four hours I spent with Mr. Rasenick,

I found him to be emotionally rigid, easily frustrated,

resentful of authority, while at the same time

unconsciously expressing feelings of social inadequacy

for which he overcompensated

with threats, boasting, and rage.

So your conclusion?

Mr. Rasenick has a violent inferiority complex

and instead of accepting responsibility for his actions,

believes people have ganged up on him,

that the changes he's made in his own life

should outweigh his previous actions

in murdering Mariana Wallace, for whom he has expressed

not one word of sympathy or remorse.

Thank you, doctor. Your Honor.

Mr. Monroe?

Doctor, you mentioned my client's inferiority complex.

Have you ever heard of something called "performance impact"?

Of course.

Isn't the performance impact a severe manifestation

of the inferiority complex you diagnosed?

Doesn't it affect the self-esteem of those who have it

in such a way that they're incapable of organizing

- and completing everyday tasks? - Yes.

But performance impact

- doesn't affect our ability to tell right from wrong. - True.

But we're no longer determining guilt or innocence,

but whether this young man lives or dies.

As the jury considers their penalty, I want them to understand

Greg's emotional and intellectual capacity.

Don't you think performance impact,

which has been shown to lead to serious drug abuse,

might make it harder for my client to comprehend

what murdering Mariana Wallace even meant?