Motive

Can I help you, Officer?

Well, I'm not a cop.

Security guard.

Yeah, I wanted to get my wife something.

Okay, is it an apology or an anniversary?

Can't a guy just get his wife flowers?

Sure, they can.

They usually don't.

Any ideas?

What's she like?

Old-fashioned.

- In a good way. - You mean classic?

Classic, yeah. Bit of a dreamer.

Oh, that's sweet.

Wait until I tell her that I left dinner in the fridge.

I love you.

You'd better.

This must be what stalking feels like.

Oh, don't you be modest.

I know you've been stalked before.

Now, seriously...

Why are you here?

What? Can't I pick you up for work?

Sure... ?

- Get in. - Okay.

Wait, wait, wait, I got a system. Hold on.

- Okay. - Okay.

- Watch it. - Okay.

Take it easy. Oh, wow.

I may have something

on Neville Montgomery's lawyer, Henry Guenther.

Oh, thank you for asking, Angie.

You're right, it is a beautiful day...

Okay, look at this.

There was a security camera at a store

near where Guenther stopped.

The store gave you the footage without a warrant?

Well, I appealed to their sense of justice.

Look, she pulls in, she parks beside him for two minutes,

then she just pulls out? Come on.

You'll never identify her out of these photos.

Ah, but I got a partial plate.

This could be the thing that leads us

to Montgomery's new hatchet person.

Okay, but it also could be someone

who parked near Guenther,

and then changed their mind about dinner.

You're not convinced.

It's not convincing.

Well, I'm just going to have to run the plate then.

And, yes, it is a beautiful day.

Seven-India-12, suspicious death,

- bayshore at Cardero. - Or it was.

You're going into shock. I want you to drink this.

Trust me, the sugar's going to help.

There you go. Can you grab that?

Blair, you're going to be okay.

The blood is from the victim, Tony Lamot.

Blair performed CPR until the paramedics arrived,

but he never had a chance.

Okay, well, let's get Mr. Morton processed,

and then get him out of this circus.

I'll take his statement down at the station.

Perfect.

Okay. Hey.

Thanks.

Boyd's giving us point on this.

I got the lowdown from robbery.

A two-man crew hit the truck.

Bad guy one is deceased.

Bad guy two escaped.

Where are we on witnesses?

It was a panic-fest.

Bad guy two shot the guard in the back.

No descriptions. He took off in a car.

Red... maybe.

Bets, you got that look on your face.

Yeah, the guard is not the question mark.

Multiple gunshot wounds.

But this guy...

There's not a scratch on him.

He's a puzzle.

We searched him.

No phone, no wallet, no I.D.

Blair Morton?

Where's my husband?

Your husband... Listen... Your husband is safe.

Thanks. He just went down to the station

to give a statement.

What's your name? I'm Detective Angie Flynn.

Uh, Ella.

Ella Rollins.

Well, Ella, I can make arrangements

for a car to take you down to the station, okay?

Ella?

Yeah.

All right, so the deceased guard, Tony,

is coming back to the truck after a coffee run,

bad guy two shoots him in the back from a distance.

Okay, Blair breaks protocol

- jumps out of the armored car. - Not the smartest move.

Yeah, they use armor-piercing rounds.

We should look into ammo suppliers.

So two guys in on a heist.

One dies, the other one cuts and runs.

What if the death wasn't accidental?

It could be a double cross.

If I'm going to double-cross my partner,

I do it after the heist, not in the middle of it.

Remind me never to pull a heist with you.

So this job is built on planning, right?

Yeah.

Specifics. What if...

what if they had someone on the inside?

That could have happened, right?

Well, if that was the case, why did bad guy two run?

He panicked?

Oh, right, leaving Blair alone in a moment of truth.

On one side,

he's got the truck and all the money.

On the other, there's Tony.

Right, he picks Tony.

Blair's either a bad thief or a good friend.

Could be both.

So you just ran out of gas in front of Blair's work?

Yeah.

And nobody else at the security place

would give me the time of day.

If it weren't for Blair, I don't know...

He said you own this place?

Inherited.

Yeah, my grandmother.

This place was like a second home to me when I was a kid.

Yeah...

She used to make the flowers seem like magic.

- Flowers? - Yeah.

Roses help with depression,

snapdragons, insomnia,

echinacea does, like, ten different things.

She used to say there's not a problem that flowers couldn't solve.

I used to dream that I'd run this place.

So dreams come true, huh?

Not always how you think.

Hey.

- Good to go? - Oh, that's so great.

- Here. Thank you so much. - Oh, no, forget it.

- You've gotta let me do something. - No, happy to help.

I'll tell you what,

I'm throwing a party next week.

Come by, both of you.

I don't know.

All right, think about it.

Thanks.

Did you get a look at the guy who shot Tony?

I barely saw him.

He was too far away. I was trying to help Tony.

What about the other robber?

I turned my head...

His gun was up.

I knew I was dead.

Do you know what it's like to know something like that?

And then he winces.

Just grabs his chest, crumples to the ground.

Ballistics confirmed

that the ammunition used in the robbery was custom.

Major Crimes has given us a list

of any black or grey market suppliers.

And that's not why you're here.

Just out of curiosity,

are you still investigating cases

that should be considered closed?

You have a specific case in mind?

This just came in from the deputy chief himself.

They're auditing our use of the database?

D.C. says he's worried that officers are accessing information

for personal reasons.

He's also a golfing buddy of Neville Montgomery's.

So, we're on the same page, then.

Yeah.

I read your book.

Twice.

Twice. Hmm.

You could just say thank you.

I could.

But that's not fun.

Thank you.

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Oh, that's good. Yeah.

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Yeah.

- Five minutes. - Yeah, I suck.

I take it you mean that partial plate.

Yeah, the deputy chief is monitoring our database.

Can you believe that?

Hey, Lucas,

did you get anything from the security guard?

Like maybe the license plate of the getaway car?