Major Crimes

Gus, is this Mariana?

Yes.

This... This is Mariana.

She's older.

Almost grown up.

I am so sorry, Mariana.

I'm sorry I left you.

You were such... such a good kid.

Mr. Wallace, I hate to interrupt you during this difficult time,

but I need to ask a few questions.

Okay.

You are Mariana Wallace's next-of-kin?

I'm her brother.

It's confirmed by DNA.

Where was Mariana born?

In Washington, D.C., 1999.

But we moved to Baltimore when she was 6.

Is Baltimore where you would like

Mariana's body transferred for cremation or burial?

I-I haven't... when... when do I have to decide that?

Soon, I'm afraid.

May I please be alone with her?

Just... just... Just a few minutes.

I wish I could say yes, but I'm afraid it's not possible.

When you get her to a funeral home,

they'll schedule visitation if you want.

Yes, Lieutenant.

Ah, good morning, Captain.

Uh, Tao just sent you a link

to a video that's gone virus on us.

- Viral. - Uh, viral.

A-a viral video, uh, showing some guy dying,

and Taylor wants Major Crimes to roll on this.

I guess social media is running us now

the way the press used to.

Hold on. I just received Mike's text.

Oh, my God. He's got a gun.

Sir, drop the weapon!

Drop the gun now!

I said drop your weapon now!

My wife.

I love my wife.

Put it down!

Suspect down. Send paramedics.

Sykes, what can you tell me

I haven't already seen on the YouTube?

Not including the 60,000-plus views

the video has received online,

we have 20 eyewitnesses, and they all say the same thing.

Our victim just appeared walking south down this street,

gun in hand, in his underwear, bleeding from the neck.

Along with those 60,000 views, lots of comments

criticizing the L.A.P.D. for not rushing to his aid.

Not rushing to his...

He was armed and pointing the gun at officers.

Right, Buzz, right, and that's why it's very important

that you get a good, clear shot of the weapon

that the victim had with him.

Bluechecking his prints right now.

This is a high-crime area.

Hopefully he was a part of the problem.

Well, how did the problem end?

Looks like a gunshot wound

at the base of the victim's skull,

maybe from the weapon he was carrying.

It's a .22 auto.

Got a hit on the victim. Sending it to you now.

Underwear screams suicide,

but shooting yourself in the back of the head?

What an awkward way to go.

Also awkward... No exit wound.

Got to wait for Dr. Morales to dig out the bullet

to see if it matches the .22.

Here he is.

One conviction for petty theft,

another for defrauding an innkeeper.

Why do we still call them innkeepers?

Why not hotelier or motelier?

What do we call the victim? Does he have a name?

John Price, Beverly Hills address.

Yeah, well, he's a long way from home.

Yeah. Go ahead.

Hey, Lieutenant, I think I found the guy's shirt.

It was lying in the middle of the street

two blocks north of here, sir.

What about his pants? Where did he pull those off?

All right, the Seagull Motel.

It's about three blocks from here.

A uniformed officer said

they found some bloody clothes in the parking lot.

Those might be the victim's pants,

but the manager didn't recognize Mr. Price as one of her guests.

Well, he could have had someone else check in for him.

She gave us a list of everyone

who checked in over the last 48 hours.

Not incredibly helpful.

Yeah, I bet there's a lot of Smiths and Joneses.

Uh, also a Don Juan, a Casanova, two Jack Bauers,

and they all paid up-front in cash.

So classy.

This is another reason why I never, ever

touch the remote control in a hotel room.

All guests have to write down their license plate number.

I've been checking out the vehicles parked here,

and they all match up, sir, except the plumber's truck.

Well, let's see if he was on a service call to Room 110.

Clear!

Looks like someone broke up a party.

Ooh.

We'll get this blood tested to see if it belongs to our victim.

Buzz?

Oy.

Sir, looks like this is where he was attacked.

Yeah.

All right, so Price was lying on the bed

when he was shot, and then what?

He came to? Went outside?

Got undressed as he was walking down the street?

Meanwhile, where's this, uh, Max the plumber guy?

Maybe he took Price's car to get rid of it, sir.

Yeah, but why leave Price behind?

And the gun, too?

Well, all right. Let's put a want out on Max the plumber.

And, uh, Sykes, until we find him,

why don't you stake out his house? Maybe he'll come home.

- Yes, sir. - Uh, Lieutenant?

Over here in the trash.

Packaging for a new sheet set. 120 thread count.

Bargain-basement.

Well, this is not exactly the Ritz.

Gentlemen, if you would provide uh, turndown service, please?

It's brand-new sheets, sir. Still creased from the package.

Well, I hate to ask, but underneath?

Yeah.

Wow.

All right, let's get S.I.D. in here.

Um, DNA on, well, everything, especially this...

And that.

Two bloodstains. Pause right there, Buzz.

Correct me if I'm wrong, but that stain

is in a completely different place

than the one on the bedspread.

No, you're right, Captain. Maybe the victim moved around.

I mean, he did walk for blocks with a bullet in his head.

What about this Max the plumber?

Licensed and bonded. No criminal record, ma'am.

We searched his truck, and all we found

were pipes and hand tools, typical stuff.

He was married, lived in Culver City,

and hasn't been reported missing yet.

Sykes is watching his house. So far, nothing.

But here's something interesting on our victim.

Considering Mr. Price lived in Beverly Hills,

when we did a search on a vehicle registered in his name,

there wasn't one.

So, Mr. Price arrived at the motel

in the back of Max the plumber's truck?

What is the Seagull Motel?

It's a dive surrounded by hookers,

and it looks like there was something of a party going on.

But Price's last words were, "I love my wife."

Well, maybe he wanted her to know

that he was sorry that he cheated on her, Buzz,

and got shot by a prostitute.

But if Mr. Price was shot, how did he end up with the gun?

The doctor will see you now.

To be honest, I thought it would be worse,

but this is a standard internal bleed-out

caused by a traumatic injury.

And, well, here we are.

So the cause of death is what? Brain swelling?

As a result of the attack, yes.

But what about the bullet?

Is it the same caliber as the weapon he was carrying?

Uh, no.

You're absolutely positive?

In order to have a bullet wound, Lieutenant, you need a bullet,

and after I cleaned the wound and measured for its depth,

which is 3 1/2 inches, by the way,

it became obvious that your victim

was stabbed by a Phillips head screwdriver.

There was a plumber's truck

parked outside the motel room, ma'am.

Yeah, full of tools.

And probably missing a screwdriver.

But how can Gus be a witness in Al... in, um, Mariana's murder?

He wasn't even there.

Oh, Gus is now the first person

- that Andrea will call to the stand. - Why?

Well, he's the only one that can I.D. his sister.

And after that, Slider's defense

will demand to know why Mariana ran away from him in Vegas.

And if he does that,

will the L.A.P.D. help him find his other sister, Paloma?

Yes, if we can determine

she's actually missing from somewhere.

Come in.

The guy says he tried filing a missing-persons report

on both sisters in Baltimore, but he didn't have standing,

and then again in Vegas, where he didn't have standing.