Motive

Woman: So then boyfriend here

says he can get us tickets for Saturday,

but we have to fly coach.

Coach!

Where is your sense of adventure?

I already said yes to Lanai. That's like the Reno of Hawaii.

I can take you anywhere you want to go, Carly.

First class.

With what?

All that money

from your busy music studio, James?

It's a rehearsal space.

Besides, okay,

money isn't an issue.

Uh, Mr. Dent,

this card was also declined.

Do you have any other cards?

What are you talking about, Randall?

This is a $1200 bill, sir.

I took the liberty

of adding the gratuity this time.

You know I'm good for it.

I know you left the keys to your Cayenne

with the valet,

and we'll take good care of it

until you can settle your bill.

Like hell you will.

Or we could just

call your mother?

: How's Lanai sound to you now?

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I have a delivery for Mrs. Dent.

Thank you. I'll be sure she gets them.

Here you are.

Those are beautiful.

Who are they from?

Marilyn.

The horticultural society.

She always sends such beautiful flowers.

Never visits,

but sends beautiful flowers.

Well, it's the thought, right?

Sure, I'll go with that.

It's time for your pills.

Lunch time.

Must be the reds for pain management.

Close.

The pinks for blood pressure.

You know you'd save yourself a lot of time

if you just let me take them

all at once.

Well, it's my time to waste.

Besides, if you take them simultaneously,

it negates their effectiveness.

What would I do without you, Peter?

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Hey.

Hi.

I could've given you a lift.

It's out of your way.

No, really.

- Will you call me next time? - Sure.

Do you know my cell phone number?

I have no idea.

What do we got?

Victim's James Dent,

23.

Found him handcuffed to a chair, a belt around his neck.

Possible strangulation?

We don't know what it is.

Paramedics have been working to stabilize him

for 40 minutes.

They aren't optimistic.

All right, you go with the ambulance.

Call us if there's any change in his condition.

How do you not know my phone number?

You know mine?

No, I do not, but it's in my phone.

It's in my contacts.

Yours is in my phone.

Hey, rough night?

Yeah.

It looks like Mr. Dent forgot his safe word.

Pretty sure she was talking about you, sir.

Oh, no, Mary and I don't do those...

Oh, yeah, that's too much information.

When's the last time you slept?

I'm good.

- Okay. - Okay.

All right, why don't you talk us through this?

Well, 911 received a call

from James Dent's cell phone at around 11:00 PM.

It looked to the first responders

like an autoerotic asphyxiation gone wrong.

Okay, well, those are usually accidents,

so why are we here?

Placement of the body. Middle of the room.

Nowhere to anchor the belt,

so the road inspector suspects foul play.

Ah, that's why we're here.

Hmm.

Okay, what do you think?

Well, the assortment of toys...

Toys?

Sexual accessories?

: No,

we understand, Lucas.

Well, it would suggest

that this kind of activity is common for the victim.

Have photos been taken?

Yeah.

Okay, well, these guys don't generally put themselves

in positions of danger without an escape plan.

Or so I've heard.

Like...

quick-release handcuffs,

which these are not.

Well, his hands and feet were cuffed to the chair.

Somebody else was here.

Yeah.

Where did they go?

The doors were unlocked when the paramedics arrived.

Mr. Dent's wallet sitting here on the table.

His cell phone was right near his body

on the floor,

and it doesn't appear that anything's been stolen.

You know what else I'm not seeing?

Yeah.

How about any other indications

that Mr. Dent was into the BDSM lifestyle.

It's supposed to be some kind of a rehearsal space.

I mean, it's possible

that he just kept those interests hidden.

Yeah, or the guest brought the toys.

Let's check out his laptop, see what else he was into.

Speaking of which, when I die,

I want you to erase my search history,

please, okay? Before anyone sees it?

Go on.

Okay, so, James Dent invites a guest over.

He or she shows up, ties him up...

I do not know what that is...

he passes out,

the guest runs out of here, panics?

- - What do you think? - Mm-hmm.

Flynn.

Yeah, okay.

Yeah, thanks. We gotta head to the hospital.

We'll see you later!

Do you know what that is?

I do.

James Dent.

He was declared brain dead upon arrival.

We're still trying to determine

if it was a homicide or an accident.

What was the incident, exactly?

Bondage scene.

Hmm.

It's consistent with the bruising around his neck.

Some kind of belt.

Zero brain function on the monitor.

I'd say asphyxiation caused the brain death.

Our initial tox screen came up clean.

No drugs?

Or alcohol.

Depressants tend to numb the adrenaline rush

one gets from being tied up.

Or so I've heard.

We think he managed to pull a hand free from the cuffs

to call 911 before he passed out.

Normally, I'd say anything's possible,

but that isn't.

Why not?

The cuffs were on tight enough

to cause bruising,

so if he tried to pull a hand out,

there'd be cuts, abrasions, or missing skin.

Hmm. Maybe his guest made the call.

Those are some heavy bags.

Huh?

Oh, my eyes.

Yeah. Long nights.

Long nights or sleepless ones?

Both, but you don't want to hear about it.

Oh, I don't?

I'm sorry.

I gotta head back to the station.

Yeah, uh, I gotta go, too.

I gotta canvass the neighborhood.

: Dr. Davis, telephone, please,

Dr. Davis, telephone, please...

Still use your birthday for your passcode?

Peter!

Hi!

Hey...

Uh, let me guess,

you use it for your debit card as well?

- No. - Mm-hmm.

Maybe.

Yes. Shut up. How are you?