"All units, aerial surveillance advises suspects are fleeing west on Temple with a van full of stolen goods." "Robbery Homicide unit two responding." "We are in pursuit." "Copy that." "Let's roll." "We are in pursuit, right?" "Mm-hmm." "Yeah, what, this music help get you in the game?" "I got you." "Here we go;" "let's go." "Bam." "Yeah, let's go." "Let's go, baby." "Woo!" "Yeah!" "I am in the game." "A good pursuit, Travis, a good pursuit requires some thought." "Oh, a good pursuit requires balls." "Requires balls." "All right, come on, you got a beat sound system." "You can only get it in this car;" "let's go." "All you listen to is jazz." "Let's go." "Come on." "Uh." "Yeah." "Head like that." "Jazz promotes concentration and analysis." "If you'd analyze the situation..." "If you'd analyze the situation, you'd realize that these guys are going west on Temple, which means they're probably headed for the 101, right?" "But, of course, the entrance to the 101 is closed for construction." "See?" "♪ Do-do-doo... ♪" "Which means we can just wait." "Ah." "Do you ever get tired of being you?" "Occasionally." "Often, actually." "But somebody's got to do it." "LAPD!" "Put your hands out of the car." "Get them out!" "Let's go!" "Dad," "I am a woman now, and I'm capable of making my own decisions." "And I've decided to marry Owen, and I don't know why you won't accept that." "But you are incapable of making an adult decision." "I mean, Owen?" "He's irresponsible." "He's..." "lazy." "He's a good-time Charlie, and that's fine." "I don't have a problem with that." "He's not husband material." "Hey." "Dakota and I love each other." "Owen, you don't know what love is." "And furthermore, furthermore..." "I can't keep doing this." "Can't keep doing this." "We've been doing these weird role-playing exercises for the last three sessions, and by my count, this is the third time someone's asked me to play the cold, withholding father." "Meanwhile, Travis here gets cast as the cool, romantic, you know, love interest." "Does it bother you that the group sees you as an authority figure?" "No, it bothers me that this group has such a problem with authority." "Okay, look," "I-I just don't..." "I-I don't know her father." "I've never met him; how am I supposed to portray him?" "What's the point?" "It's a fair question;" "in a sense, you all have been studying for the last three weeks." "Preparing to take on the role of a lifetime." "Your partner." "This week, I want you all to try switching places with each other, as it were." "Because by becoming them, we can start to understand them better and ourselves." "All right, enough talk." "I'd like you to stand up and switch chairs with your partners." "This is stupid." "Yeah." "Wow, he's good." "That's spot on." "What are you talking about?" "He's being you." "I know he's being me, but that's not me." "Uh, that sure looks like you." "I don't sit like that." "Wes, I invite you to respond as Travis." "I don't care what these good-time Charlie people have to say." "I don't care what any of you all have to say." "This is stupid." "Okay, all right, I don't talk like that." "I don't talk to people that way, and I don't sound like that." "Like that." "That." "I don't talk like that." "Can we take a time-out?" "991, what's your emergency?" "I've been attacked." "Please help me." "He forced his way in." "He kept hitting me." "Are you safe now?" "Is your attacker there?" "I don't know." "His name's Kevin Boyd." "Ma'am?" "Ma'am, are you still there?" "What are you doing?" "Are you still there?" "Help me!" "Please help me." "I need your address." "Please, ma'am, tell me where you are." "Ma'am?" "Ma'am...!" "♪Common Law 1x07 ♪ Role Play Original Air Date on June 29, 2012" "== sync, corrected by elderman ==" "♪" "I think this role-playing exercise is gonna be good for us." "Unlikely, since I have no plan of doing it." "That's the beautiful thing;" "you don't have to do anything." "I'm gonna show you what it's like to work with you." "Oh, you're gonna be professional, disciplined and on point?" "Ha." "I find that highly unlikely." "There you go, you cast yourself in the role of the enforcer of the world's standards." "I think you mean well;" "you just don't realize you're coming off like a dick." "Who put this tape here?" "Field manual clearly states to establish" "See?" "They resent you." "It's not me." "Besides, it's seven yards, guys." "Sobering mirror, my friend." "Sobering mirror." "Congratulations, guys, you just caught the world's easiest clearance." "What makes you say that?" "Woman named Beth Boyd owns this place." "Someone broke in here last night, tied her up and tuned her up, and then they strangled her." "Why does that make this the world's easiest clearance?" "She managed to place a 911 call before she died." "She gave us the name of her attacker." "A guy named Kevin Boyd, her husband." "We've already got APBs out for him." "Things must have really gone bad between these two." "Have I thought about visiting harm upon my ex?" "Yeah, sure, but..." "That'll be all, officer." "And, uh, make sure you pay for that cupcake." "I already did." "But thank you for checking, dick." "Oh, my God." "Who is that?" "That's the victim's stepsister." "We called her down here to identify the body." "Yes, that's her." "That's my sister." "I'm extremely sorry for your loss, ma'am." "But if you're up for it, I need to ask you a couple questions." "Beth made a 911 call before she died." "She said her husband did this to her." "Kevin?" "You don't seem very surprised." "I wish I were." "Kevin and Beth are... were still married, but only because they couldn't settle on the terms of their divorce." "Beth kind of hated Kevin, and he gave it back to her in spades." "And they had to see each other every day." "Why?" "He owns the place next door." "Beth and Kevin bought this whole row of storefronts back when things were better, but when-when things went south, they couldn't decide how to split it all up, so they just... they dug in." "They've been in court for years." "Do you know where Kevin might be right now?" "Our officers can't find him at the address we have on file." "Well, if he snapped and hurt Beth," "I-I don't know." "Maybe he's running." "Hey, Suzanne!" "You son of a bitch." "Suzanne, what's going on?" "Son of a bitch!" "Kevin Boyd?" "Yeah." "What the hell is going on here?" "So, you can't remember where you were last night?" "I drink sometimes, okay?" "It's not good, I know." "But the divorce and the shop, it's just so much stress." "Come on." "Okay." "I closed up my store." "I walked two doors down to Northbrook for a whiskey." "And that was, um, 7:30." "I ordered another drink, and that's the last thing I remember." "Okay, I woke up in Van Nuys behind the wheel of my car, and that was about 8:00 this morning." "Kevin, your wife called 911 at 12:13 a.m. last night." "Your alibi leaves a rather large window of time unaccounted for." "Yeah, I know, but I didn't kill Beth, okay?" "I'm not an animal." "Yeah?" "Why'd your wife file a complaint for assault, Kevin." "That was five years ago, okay?" "I just..." "I grabbed her too hard." "It's not right;" "I was drinking that night." "You were drinking last night." "Kevin, you and your wife were tied up in what, like, five different lawsuits?" "There was the divorce; she sued you for failing to maintain the greens outside your store." "So, you sued her for defamation;" "she came back..." "Yeah, we hated each other, okay?" "I'm not denying it." "Kevin, that's enough." "Officers, my client is going through a painful divorce, but that's not evidence that he committed any crime." "Yeah, how's this?" "911, what's your emergency?" "I've been attacked." "Please help me." "He forced his way in." "He kept hitting me." "Are you safe now?" "Is your attacker there?" "I don't know." "His name is Kevin Boyd." "Oh, my God, I..." "Yeah." "Hey, look, I don't know what to tell you." "I mean, that's definitely Beth's voice, but I don't think I'm that kind of man." "Look, I'll cooperate however you need, okay?" "I'll give you DNA." "You don't have to agree to that." "I want to." "If I... did that." "I deserve whatever I get." "I'll tell you what we'll do, Kevin." "We'll take a sample here, we'll compare it to what we have at the crime scene." "What is that on the back of your hand." "Oh..." "Looks like a mark from Red Lace." "It's a burlesque club up on La Brea." "I go there sometimes when I drink." "I didn't have this yesterday." "Look, maybe Beth was wrong." "Maybe, maybe I was at this club last night." "So, this guy doesn't know where he was last night." "And he wants us to run down his alibi for him." "Well, I admit, Kevin looks guilty." "But if he was at that strip club last night, he didn't kill Beth." "Wes, please." "Red Lace is a burlesque show." "Those women are dancers." "Thought you had more respect for the arts." " Please." " Taking your clothes off is not art." "Oh, I see what you did there." "You lay a little trap for me." "When you keep lining them up, I keep slamming them home." "Stop, stop, stop, please?" "!" "I have been telling you not to slip your ballet moves into this routine." "Look, you want art?" "Go rent yourself a place over on Franklin." "Put on a show there." "Sorry, Ed." "I don't know, Ed, it looked pretty good to me." "Can we talk?" "You don't have to talk to them, Ed." "They amended the city code, these guys are suppose to schedule their spot inspections now." "You can sue them for harassment." "We're not code inspectors." "We're LAPD homicide." "You a lawyer?" "Law student." "Is that so surprising?" "No." "No it isn't so surprising, Ms..." "Destiny." "Ms. Destiny?" ", I know a think or two about the law myself." "Here we go." "I speak lawyer." "And isn't it true, that the present code as been reammended?" "I'm positive." "The judge that I clerk for, had me pull the papers last week." "And you are just digging yourself in deeper." "I could make a case against you for tortfeasance with intent." "You should know that the punitive damages for that can run the gamut." "If you're going to pretend to be me, you better have the knowledge to back it up." "Have you scene this gentleman in your club last night?" "Uh, oh, yeah, that's Kevin." "He's in here all the time." "Yeah, he was in here last night for a few hours." "I remember because he was throwing down lots of tip money." "Usually, he's kind of cheap." "What time did he leave?" "I saw him leave, uh, right as the curtain went up on the midnight show." "Beth Boyd placed that 911 call at 12:13." "Larchmont's about a mile from here give or take." "Kevin could have left the club and been at the store just in time." "Kevin say anything about where he was going?" "Ed?" "Hm?" "Withholding information from a homicide investigation is obstruction of justice." "Now, you wanna go to jail?" "He said he wanted to keep his night going." "He was spending so much money so I referred him over to my friends place." "It's kind of a casino-type operation." "They're kind of loose with the permits over there." "Not strictly, um legal." "Well, they're open for business." "Or they're about to be condemned." "You know, guys in my law firm use to love places like this." "They're shabby on the outside, slick on the inside." "Yeah, just the opposite of the clientele." "All right." "Well, BMW's in." "Wait, wait, hold on." "What?" "It's the music." "I just..." "The interplay between the bass and the piano." "You get tired of this, yet?" "It's exquisite." "You've been doing this for hours now." "♪ Bah do bah... ♪" "Wait, wait, wait, okay, here comes the bridge." "♪ ♪" "All right, enough of this." "You think you're proving some kind of point to me?" "Do you want to know why" "I have to pay such attention to the rules, Travis?" "It's because I'm partnered with a maniac." "You wanna know what that's like?" "You wanna know what that's like?" "I'll show you." "Yeah... yeah..." "Evening, sweetheart." "Sweetheart?" "Sweetheart?" "Look, uh, my friend and I are feeling lucky tonight." "We heard this was the place to be." "Nobody drives through there without a password." "Oh, a password." "The password is, uh, "hot tub."" "As in, you, me, bubbles." "Go ahead." "Thanks, darlin'." "♪ ♪" "What are you doing, man?" "This is your game, right?" "What?" "Kinda scary not knowing what your partner is going to do next, isn't it?" "Excuse me!" "How you guys doing?" "Okay, okay, everybody looks very nice today." "LAPD." "LAPD." "Back up." "LAPD" " Where you going?" "Where you going?" "Look, my partner and I just have a few questions to ask you guys." "Damn." "And y'all better damn well answer them or..." "You go, girl." "...everybody here's gonna wake up in jail tomorrow." "Got it?" "Yep. that's right." "I just broke a glass for no apparent reason." "Boom!" "All right, listen up, douche bags." "We need information, and you all are going to give it to us, or each and every one of you is going to take a ride downtown, and I think you know what I mean by "downtown."" "You hear me, douche bags?" "You said douche bags already." "Okay, here's what we want:" "We want to know if anyone has seen this guy here last night." "Hmm?" "Uh, I recognize that guy." "We got here at the same time." "And what time, perchance, was that?" " Uh, I don't know." " Excuse me, sir?" "What?" "We have cameras on the door." "If you want to take a look, you can see what time he got here." "Just, please, don't break anything else." "Now, I never forget a face, so I don't want anybody here causing any trouble." "Trouble." "Half of us are optometrists." "You, zip it." "Thanks, hon." ""Hon"?" "Easy, cowboy." "You're just jealous because I'm more you than you are." "Please." "Hey, look, we got what we came for, right?" "Kevin came here at 12:24 last night." "Last 911 call came in at 12:13." "That leaves Kevin 11 minutes to kill his wife drive here and start gambling." "Is that even possible?" "If he had a helicopter." "I'll tell you what," "Kevin's bail hearing is tomorrow morning." "If I was his defense attorney and I had that kind of timeline to work with," "I could definitely get him out." "If he couldn't have done it, then why did Beth finger him for the call?" "Maybe the killer had a mask on?" "Maybe she never saw his face and just assumed it was Kevin." "Hmm." "Let me ask you this:" "besides that phone call does Kevin seem like a killer to you?" "He practically cried when we played him the 911 tape, and he volunteered his DNA." "No." "Not really." "Maybe it's time we started figuring out who else wants Beth dead." "You know what?" "This was fun." "I think it was a valuable object lesson for you." "You just like pretending to be me." "I'm the one teaching lessons here, and tomorrow, ugh... school's back in session, baby." "Wow." "I guess I should commend you on diving into your homework." "Thank you." "Something tells me that the two of you have managed to turn this into a competition." "That's not commendable?" "I think you look sharp, son." " You really make that suit." " Oh, yes." "Yes, you do." "Yeah, you..." "Last night, I played Travis to a tee, might I add, and I guess this is his way of upping the ante." "You didn't play me." "You played yourself." "He just let out everything that he keeps all bottled up." "It just all came out like a volcano." "You can't..." "You know what?" "This is actually a good thing." "It is?" "!" "Yes." "I mean, right now, you're just playing caricatures of each other, but if you stick with this, you will end up learning about each other whether you want to or not." "We don't really do the learning." "Yeah, it's kind of an unwritten rule in our thing." "Yeah, well, that's why you're here." "Ah..." "You cleaned your desk." "I don't get it." "This should be making me happy." "You're not capable of happiness, but recognizing its absence is a good start." "We're making progress." "Something's wrong with this picture." "What's with the suit?" "Ah." "Role play week in therapy, Captain." "Ah." "Role play week." "I remember it." "Not bad." "He's just wearing a suit, Cap." "Yeah, but I think he captures the essence of you." "Mm." "Mm?" "Take a look at this." "That new girl down in digital forensics, she stopped by." "She says you asked her to comb through Beth Boyd's hard drive." "Now, Beth lodged a couple of harassment complaints against an ex-con, named Carl Battier." "Battier already had a couple of aggravated assaults in his file." "After his last stretch, he got a job delivering ingredients to that cupcake store every evening." "So the cupcake lady thought he was harassing her." "Well, she was e-mailing back and forth with a lawyer, trying to get a restraining order against this Battier character." "But she dropped it once the delivery company let him go." "Where's he working now?" "It's all in there." "Sorry, guys." "I don't get paid if I don't spin the sign." "So somebody killed the cupcake lady." "That's terrible." "I meant to stop back in there," "I mean, after she had a cooling-ff period, and-and say thanks." "Thanks?" "She got you fired." "You're dressed like a hot dog." "Yeah, this gig's the best thing that ever happened to me." "I get to stand out in the sun, breathe the fresh air, meet people." "Hey!" "What's up, man?" "Can you tell us where you were at midnight on Tuesday?" "Whoa." "Sir." ""Sir?" It's a term of respect." "Is that a problem?" "I..." "No." "I usually just don't..." "get... "sir."" "I don't know, you just look... distinguished." "Terribly." "All right, look, I was home," "I live alone, I'm a felon on minimum wage, but I didn't kill that lady." "Like I said, I was grateful to her." "I get to put on this suit, and the old Carl kind of disappears, and I can become a different guy." "You feel me?" "Yes, we feel you." "Excuse us." "You know, I actually think he's telling the truth." "Beth Boyd's forensic screen came back in." "She had someone's skin under her fingernails." "The DNA's a match for Kevin." "Kevin?" "So he killed Beth and got over to that club in 11 minutes?" "I know, I know, it doesn't make any sense to me, either." "But that's what the test says." "Kevin's lawyer got him out on bail this morning." "He could be anywhere." "We gotta get all hands on deck and try and track him down." "Yep." "All units, be on the lookout for Kevin Boyd, last seen in the vicinity of 1277 Larchmont." "Kevin's holed up inside his wife's store?" "Yeah." "One of the guys saw him sneaking in through the back." "Anyone else gone in?" "He told us he was going to blow the place if we got any closer." "Blow the place?" "Yeah." "He can't live knowing that he's a murderer." "He gave us 20 minutes to evacuate the area." "Kevin's gonna commit suicide." "Kevin." "I told you people" " to stay out of here." " Kevin." "You don't want to do this." "I absolutely do." "And you don't want to be here for it, so get out!" "I killed Beth." "I killed my wife." "Kevin, we don't know that for sure." "I got these scratch marks, and" "I don't where I got them from, but my lawyer said they found my DNA under Beth's fingernails, so, it kind of adds up, doesn't it?" "Yeah." "Yeah, it does." "But Kevin, my partner and I-- we don't agree on much." "We argue all the time." "It's kind of our thing." "We put a lot of murderers in jail, and neither one of us is convinced that you did it." "How can you say that?" "She named me in the phone call, okay." "My DNA was under her fingernails." "Kevin." "The physical evidence is stacked against you, and that's why we got to bring you in." "But think about it." "The time line doesn't make any sense." "You had 11 minutes to get from here to that casino." "On Vine." "Nobody could get over there that fast." "Seems hard to believe, right?" "And I'll tell you what else." "You just don't seem like a killer to us, Kevin." "Killers don't offer up their DNA." "Killers don't give police 20 minutes to evacuate innocent people." "Then how did this happen?" "We don't know, but if you didn't do it, your DNA had to get there somehow." "So, you're saying I was set up?" "Well... it's definitely possible." "Think about it." "You blacked out for a long time." "Takes more than a few drinks to do that." "Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait." "So... what, I was drugged?" "Well, we just don't know, Kevin." "Give up, let us take you in." "We'll run a tox screen, we'll find out." "But if you don't, you're gonna die here thinking that you murdered your wife?" "You don't want that." "Pass me the lighter." "All right, all right, let's get you." "Let's get out of here." "Oh, shoot." "What?" "I was afraid" "I was gonna chicken out with the lighter, so I set the pilot light to turn on after 20 minutes." "Are you okay?" "Yeah." "Aah." "What are you gonna do tomorrow?" "What do you mean?" "Well, I know you don't own more than one suit." "What are you, hung over?" "What do you mean?" "Your hair is a mess, and you're dressed like you just rolled out of bed." "It's a thing we're doing for therapy." "Role-play." "When Travis gets here, I'm gonna show him what it's like when the professional partner-- i.e., me-- is saddled with a ill-dressed malcontent." "What?" "Good morning, Jonelle." "So, what do you think?" "You'd make a good grownup." "It's too bad it's just a costume." "Let me guess." "A contest?" "Only in the sense that Wes is getting his ass kicked." "Only one suit, huh?" "Let me help you guys cut to the chase with all this what-have-you." "You two, as messed up as you both indeed are, need each other." "Wes, you need Travis to be Travis, so you can be you." "You don't need Travis to be more like you, whether you realize it or not." "That's deep." "Same thing goes for you, too." "That's just stupid." "Honestly, Jonelle, we appreciate it, but we're not here for pop psychology." "We're here for real science." "Really?" "Fine." "I don't envy your therapist." "But since I don't get to do a tox screen on a living suspect instead of a dead victim every day, here you go." "Somebody gave a whopping dose of flunitrazepam to Kevin Boyd." "It's a roofie." "They gave him the date rape drug?" "What's the last place Kevin remembers before he blacked out?" "Uh, he had a drink at Northbrook, that restaurant just down the street from his store." "Mm." "All right, thank you." "Uh, Travis?" "Huh?" "Yeah?" "You, um... you got a... price tag on your suit." "He got a good deal." "All right, thanks for coming in, Miss Hecht." "I understand you have some questions about what happened to Beth?" "Yes." "Your restaurant, Northbrook-- it's down the block from your sister's cupcake store, correct?" "That's right." "Beth and Kevin gave me a deal on the lease back when I was getting started." "Mm." "Well, it seems like your restaurant's the last place Kevin remembers the night that Beth died." "He showed up for drinks at, what was it, 7:00?" "Was it 7:00?" "Mm, around there." "7:30." "7:30?" "Mm, that's right." "He had, uh..." "two drinks." "Started getting all pissed off at Beth, at me." "Then he just left." "Couldn't have been any later than ten minutes till." "We ran a tox screen on Kevin." "Turns out someone slipped him a roofie that night." "Look, um... none of this matters now." "It doesn't change anything that happened.." "so I'll just tell you." "I told Beth that Kevin was coming over that night." "She asked me to do her a favor." "She gave me a bottle of whiskey and asked me to make sure that I served him from that bottle." "Hmm." "You did?" "I just thought she was gonna play a trick on him, you know?" "Like, maybe slip him that stuff that makes you sick to your stomach." "Kevin was really hard on her." "If she wanted to play dirty," "I wasn't gonna ask any questions." "She was my sister." "Why would she dose Kevin?" "Maybe she just..." "She wanted him to pass out, I guess, so she could get the DNA and frame him for the assault?" "But instead, he... he blacked out." "And he killed her." "So Beth Boyd slipped her husband a Mickey." "None of it adds up to another suspect in her murder." "Well, we're not sure." "We know that Beth got her sister to dose Kevin." "Does that mean Beth is a suspect?" "In her own murder?" "Well, she didn't necessarily mean to kill herself." "Think about it, Cap." "She's tied up in this brutal litigation with her Kevin." "If she stages an attack and gets Kevin convicted of a felony, then she gets everything." "I'm sorry." "What-what is that?" "Oh." "My new white noise machine." "Waves... birds... chimes..." "It gives me clarity of thought." "That's great, Cap." "What Wes was getting at before being Wes got in the way was maybe Beth's death was an accident." "She set up Kevin to be convicted of an assault, and she never said he was trying to kill her on the 911 call." "As she's making the call, she drops the phone and her chair falls over." "She strangles herself." "She trussed herself to the chair?" "Try proving that one." "Well, first we have to see if it's even possible and then we can worry about proving it." "You said you liked role-play, right, Cap?" "All right, we got the pile hitch." "What's next?" "Okay, Cap, you got the bowline knot all ready to go?" "Mm-hmm." "Okay." "Here's what you're gonna do." "You're gonna take the end of that rope, throw it over your shoulder, tuck it underneath these ropes around your chest and back in front of you." "Hit it." "I gotta say I'm pretty impressed, Cap." "I gotta give credit to my first wife, Cindy." "Yeah?" "She taught you how to tie knots, huh?" "Cindy liked to role-play as well." "She loved that hostage/ freedom fighter scenario." "What do you want?" "It was the '70s." "I can't do it." "It can't be done." "Okay, all right, Cap, relax." "Let me see that." "All right." "All right, underneath... that goes under here, back up through the bowline." "Through..." "There's just no way" "Beth tied herself to that chair." "Wait." "Look at the knots." "They're backwards." "Cap tied himself to this chair, and he's right-handed." "Whoever tied Beth to the chair's a lefty." "Kevin Boyd is right-handed." "So there was someone else in that bakery with Beth." "It wasn't Kevin Boyd." "911." "What's your emergency?" "I've been attacked." "Please help me!" "He forced his way in... 911." "What's your emergency?" "I have been through everything, and there is absolutely no forensic evidence that anyone other than Beth or Kevin was in that room." "Is your attacker there?" "Why do you keep listening to it, Travis?" "We've heard it a dozen times." "I don't know." "You know?" "I'm playing you, right?" "I'm playing you." "Isn't that what you do?" "Just keep reviewing the evidence over and over again until you're certain that this innocent person isn't going away?" "You know, that almost sounded like a compliment." "You're lucky I'm in a bad mood." "Otherwise it never would have happened." "No, no, no, wait, wait." "Play it again." "Why?" "You just said we've listened to it a dozen times." "Yeah, I know I said that but we know more now." "We know someone else was in that room." "Listen to Beth's voice on this." "911, what's your emergency?" "I've been attacked." "See, she's talking to that 911 operator right now." "Everything's going according to plan." "Is your attacker there?" "Right... there, she falls." "Ma'am, are you still there?" "What are you doing?" "Now she doesn't have that phone anymore." "And it doesn't sound like she's talking to that 911 operator anymore." "Sounds like she's talking to whoever else is in that room." "Beth didn't expect to start choking." "So she's begging for help." "Listen to it again." "Okay everybody shut up for a minute." "Is your attacker there?" "There is a pause between the first and second time she says "help me."" "Ma'am, are you still there?" "What are you doing?" "I need your address." "Please, ma'am, tell me where you are." "There." "The killer said something to her." "Yeah, let's get the recording down to digital forensics." "See if they can drop the operator's voice out and boost up the background noise." "What are you doing?" "I need your address." "Please, ma'am, tell me where you are." "I'm sorry." "Please help me." "I'll be damned." "A woman killed Beth Boyd." "Ivy, make sure you tell your customers we've 86'd the goat cheese salad, okay?" "Thanks." "Guys, you really should have called first." "This is not a good time." "That's okay." "We brought Beth's personal effects." "We thought you might like to have them back." "Thank you." "Yeah." "Oh, you know what?" "She has to sign for them." "Oh, yeah." "Sorry." "Sorry." "Sign right there." "Okay." "Hmm." "Left-handed?" "E-Excuse me." "Statue of Liberty?" "No." "I'm you today." "I get to do the takedown." "Stop you're under arrest!" "Hi, there." "You're under arrest." "You hit her with the cart." "Technically, you hit her with the cart." "See, we're role-playing." "It's a long story." "You okay?" "You good enough to roll over?" "These suits are uncomfortable, man." "Yeah, welcome to my world." "Oh, man." "So Suzanne collaborated with Beth to frame me?" "Yeah." "You took the roofie, and passed out long enough for Beth to get your skin under her fingernails." "As far as Beth knew, it was just supposed to be an assault." "You know, you go to jail, she'd get everything." "But Suzanne's restaurant was bleeding money." "So she figured with Beth out of the picture, she'd own the property... and all her troubles would be over." "Sorry, Kevin." "Look, I know you guys were having your problems but Beth was your wife." "How do we get so far away from who we used to be?" "I have to make some changes." "Big ones." "Thank you." "Seriously." "You guys believed in me even when I was ready to write myself off." "Good luck, Kevin." "Oh, man." "I'm so tired of this thing." "It's not easy being me, is it?" "I already cracked the case by being you." "You didn't crack the case being me." "I was the one listening to that tape?" "I was the better..." "I was the one that discovered the pause in the tape." "You wouldn't have heard the pause..." "That's something if I wasn't listening to the tape." "All you could figure out was that I did the pen thing." "Listen, man, I can see through that shirt." "That's pathetic." "And I look better in this shirt than you do." "So I take it you're done with the role-playing?" "Yeah." "It's an interesting experiment." "But it ran its course." "Yeah." "Do you think that either of you learned anything from it?" "What?" "No." "Absolutely not." "Okay." "Does anyone else want to share their experience?" "Wait." "Yes, Travis?" "Yes, Travis, is there something you'd like to share with the group?" "There was that thing that Jonelle said." "Oh, come on, not that." "Okay, she said that" "I need Wes to be Wes so I can be me." "And vice versa." "And makes a lot of sense if you really think about it." "Why is that?" "Well, uh..." "I'm the kind of guy who flies by the seat of his pants." "I take things as they come." "And there are times, there are moments when it's probably a good thing that Wes is around to help get things squared away." "That's true." "All right, all right, I'll concede that I can get a little lost in my head sometimes and Travis helps to push things along." "And, um, in some cases I may overanalyze if Travis weren't around." "That is so cute." "You guys need each other." "I didn't say we needed..." "That's not what he said, woman." "I mean..." "I said, I over analyzing..." "Congratulations, guys." "You really applied yourselves to this." "This is your first real breakthrough." "How does it feel?" "Feeling like you tricked us." "Absolutely. 100% trickery." "== sync, corrected by elderman =="