King

Previously on King.

That is...

Take care of yourself. And the baby.

No jumping jacks, no jogging, nothing.

I'm sorry.

Could have called. I was worried.

- What'd you think I was doing? - I want to think you weren't gambling.

I don't know what to say yet.

About you playing cards, about the miscarriage, about getting pregnant.

- I can stay someplace else. - No. I want you here.

Thirty-two twelve on scene.

Blood.

Thirty-two twelve.

We need an ambulance, a sergeant, and two more cars.

Taylor.

Police! Don't move!

I hate to go to these things alone.

Danny won't even go.

He thinks it's like a bridal shower,

but instead of bows there's guns.

This is my first time. I'm not much of a joiner.

Well, the Women in Law Enforcement Gala is a great event.

It's very important to nurture young female officers,

and it's an open bar.

- Now I understand. - Yeah. I wouldn't be going

if I couldn't drink. Not that nurturing.

I'm almost ready. I just gotta grab my purse.

You know, you can tell a lot about a person by what's on their bookshelf.

Three copies of the Kama Sutra?

No.

- Cute tiger. - It's a leopard.

- Cute leopard. Is it a gift? - Yeah.

- For who? - Our baby.

Let's go. Tequila shooters on me.

- It's an open bar. - Yeah. Even better.

- Danny Sless. - Hank Odum.

Jim...

That's Sunil Sharma. He made the 9-1-1 call.

Found him in the backyard there covered in blood.

He's not talking. Won't say a word.

All right, take him in.

It's rough in there, Hank.

It always is, Dan.

There's another one in here.

So that's four. And the dog.

We, need to put this food away.

- The food? - Yeah. Before it goes off.

There's... there's yoghurt

in that... dairy.

Hank?

What we gotta get is some of those, uh,

uh, plastic wrap.

Plastic...

wrap.

KING S02 Ep05 - Sunil Sharma

Morning, boss.

Detective Constable Pender Martin,

a woman left this at the front desk for you.

- Thanks. - Looks like banana bread.

Yeah. Is that a leopard?

Keen powers of observation, Detective.

It's a little early for donations to a toy drive, isn't it?

It's for my husband.

- Danny collects stuffed toys? - Nope, Martin, he doesn't.

A woman gave Martin here banana bread.

- She bake it herself? - Yes.

- And it's not just banana bread. - Of course it is. Look at it.

It means something, Martin. That's what we're saying.

- What's with the toy? - It's for Danny.

Anybody seen Hank Odum this morning?

Yeah, he was putting a suspect in the box as I came in.

Be right back.

Come on, Hank.

Do you need this room?

- 'Cause we got it booked. - No, no.

Just thought I'd... Whatcha working on?

Multiple homicide.

- How's Hank doing in there? - He's fine.

- Get a statement yet? - We're close.

- The suspect is talking? - We're making progress.

- Has the suspect said anything? - It's a shoo be.

We don't need your help...

Detective Sergeant Odum. How is he doing?

Hank is freezing out the suspect. It's a classic technique.

We're good!

How long since either of them said anything?

- Not long. - How long?

Forty-five minutes.

Forty-five minutes of silence is not a technique, Detective;

it's a cry for help.

Jesus. It's hot.

You don't find it hot in here?

Hank, what's going on?

Wh... wh... what are the early signs of a... of a stroke?

- You think you're having a stroke? - No.

Would it, uh... would it be tingly?

You need to see a doctor.

Hank.

King, listen. You... you gotta take the case,

I can't do that.

Well, you take everybody else's cases.

- Then I'll call your unit commander. - No! No! Listen.

He'll write me up. Look, King, I just, uh...

I just gotta duck this one. You know? I mean, and, uh...

you know, I'll put in for a transfer and, and...

I'll take a little time off, and, uh, you know,

I'll be good to go when I come back.

It's gonna look bad on my team, OK? We get enough crap as it is.

King, I'm... I'm Hank Odum.

I know.

That name...

it means...

And it won't any more.

OK. Hank.

Hank. OK. I'll take it.

- OK. - But I want

to see the crime scene before I interview the suspect, OK?

Tell Ident to hold the scene.

Yeah. Sure.

Look, y-you, uh...

you can't tell anybody else why you're doing this.

I'll... I mean, I'll be finished.

- Then you'd better get dressed. - What?

You gotta get out there and you gotta sell this thing.

You tell everybody what a bitch I am.

King, come on.

Don't worry about it. Everyone's doing it.

OK.

Damn it! What's going on?

You know what? Jess King can go to hell.

She wants to... you know,

she wants a few more notches under her belt,

she can go ahead and earn them like the rest of us.

Instead of ripping files off other cops who do all the leg work!

This coming back on you, King! Hard!

I just hope I'm there to see it when it happens!

Let's check in with the local detectives, get their notes, send them home.

I just got a call from Jim Reilly.

- How is young Jim? - Angry.

- So are the rest of the guys in Homicide. - Spilled milk.

Ingrid, check on the canvas. We need info on the victims.

Martin, check in with Ident.

You really want to alienate us from every copper in the city, don't you?

Just give me the reason why you took this one, so I know what to say to these guys.

Since when do you need a reason to talk?

- Since it's Hank Odum. - Let's get to work.

Coming from the kitchen, he got interrupted.

The way her fingers are...

coins were probably placed before early stages of rigor

not too long after she was killed.

Ident estimates time of death...

between, uh, 10 and 15 hours ago.

Shot in the back.

Probably trying to hide.

That's a Ganesh. They're Hindu.

Gift cards. Must have been a party.

Looks like two shots...

- trying to get away. - King.

Dad in his favourite chair.

Brain matter on the flat-screen.

Brain matter is pure protein.

Never get it on your clothes. It doesn't come out.

I ruined one of my favourite pairs of...

- Martin? - I'm good.

Didn't come across this sort of thing in surveillance?

I'm fine.

Look past the vividness to the significance.

Listen to the story the evidence is telling you.

I'm listening.

The stippling on the back of the head.

Dad was shot close range from behind.

The angle's wrong for a murder-suicide.

And there's no gun.

So, a shot from the front and the back. So...

So Dad was shot in the neck first,

bled here on the tiles, then staggered back

or was held back to the chair. Is that what you see, Spears?

Yeah.

- Is that a Shih Tzu? - Yorkie.

My grandmother had one.

Well, don't mention the dog to the press. Rover is gonna be our holdback.

- An honour killing? - Don't, Spears.

Just don't call it that.

We're looking at brown people and a white guy.

Honour killing.

- By using the term, you condone it. - Occam's Razor. Just saying.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Razor schmazor. Let's call it murder.

We've got four victims. Ingrid?

Three members of the Sharma family:

father, Bipal, 58;

mother, Leela, 54;

daughter, Ayesha, 27.

The white male is Jordan Wright, 29.

They'd just come home from a Sangeet party,

part of the Hindu wedding custom.

Ayesha and Jordan were getting married this weekend.

Which explains the mehndi on the daughter's arms.

- Honour killing. - The coins, Martin?

In Hindu burial traditions,

coins were placed on the left hand for use in the afterlife.