Major Crimes (2012–2018): Season 3, Episode 12 - Party Foul - full transcript

Hey, happy birthday, Chip!

Yo, happy birthday, Chip, you the man!

I love you, Chip! Happy birthday!

- Happy Birthday, Chip. Man, happy birthday.
- Thank you. Thank you!

- Ice!
- We need more ice, Chip.

All right. Toby and Keisha were getting it.

It's in the garage.

- Ice!
- All right!

Ice! Ice! Ice! Ice!

Chip, Happy Birthday!

Happy birthday, man!



Keisha. Oh, my God.

Call 911! Hurry!

God, God, God, God. No, no, no, no.

Toby, who did this?!

Oh, God.

His name is Toby Cummings, 19 years old.

School I.D. in his wallet

says he was a freshman at Berkeley.

He's been stabbed multiple times,

but this wound in the neck

was the one that mattered... hit an artery.

Killer attacked him and his girlfriend

and then escaped out a side
door without being spotted.

Not exactly a pristine crime scene.



I've documented at least
six different shoeprints.

It's worse in the garage. This way.

Most of the kids here were
under 21, so they ran off.

A few stayed to help.

We sent them downtown for questioning.

The blood here

belongs to our second
victim... Keisha Perry.

She's in bad shape, Sir... stabbed twice.

Had to be taken to the hospital

- with the scissors still in her stomach.
- Scissors?

I'm guessing it's the same
pair used on the guy out here,

but you'll have to ask Dr.
Morales to confirm that.

Maybe the girl can tell us.

Provenza's on his way to the hospital
now to see if he can get her statement.

Excuse me? Uh, excuse me?

Lieutenant Provenza, L.A.P.D.

Uh, I'm here about Keisha Perry.

Uh, the E.R. nurse told
me she was in room...

Uh, 6210.

Well, Keisha is still
in surgery, Lieutenant.

Oh.

- How much longer?
- I don't know.

Uh, but if you see that gentleman over
there, he's the physician's assistant.

You can ask him.

Oh, I... I... I thought... I... I'm sorry.

I... the way you were
looking at those x-rays, I...

I'm Keisha's grandmother... Patrice...

but I was an E.R. nurse,
so everyone here knows me.

- Now, may I ask you a question?
- Sure.

Who did this?

Well, I'm hoping your
granddaughter can tell me.

But what about her boyfriend... Toby?

Is there any reason why he wasn't
brought to the same hospital?

Well, Toby is...

I'm sorry. Uh...

Until we speak to the family
first, I'm... I can't...

Dear God.

Excuse me.

I need to sit down.

So, our victims were romantically involved?

According to Provenza

and the photos we pulled from
Toby Cummings' cellphone. Yes.

Anyone at the party see the attacker

- or have any idea what this was about?
- No, ma'am.

These pictures have Toby and Keisha

in high-school bleachers and at the prom.

- I thought our victims were in college.
- Freshmen.

Most of the kids at the party

were last year's graduating
class at Benneton Prep.

Keisha was attending
Santa Monica City College.

- Toby started Berkeley in September.
- Berkeley.

And he was in L.A. for
the weekend because... ?

Chip Olson, the guy whose
house they were at...

he's one of Keisha's best friends.

He decided to give himself
a little birthday bash.

Emphasis on "bash."

How did the birthday boy check out?

Well, we found two ziplocs
full of pot in Chip's bedroom,

so we're holding him
now in interview room 1.

- Is he selling?
- Can't say,

but he was kicked out of
San Diego State last month

for dealing ecstasy.

Where were the parents
while all of this went down?

At a retreat in Palm
Springs since Thursday.

The police department there

notified them that we're holding their son

but not for what.

Scissors.

Well, it does not look

like a drug deal gone bad, does it?

More like someone was improvising

and didn't care much for Toby and Keisha.

Well, maybe Chip can tell you why.

I don't have to talk to you.

What makes you think that?

You told me I had the right to remain
silent when you dumped me in here.

- Am I being detained?
- No, we're here to order brunch.

Yes, you're being detained, you moron.

A guy was stabbed to death in your house.

That doesn't give you the
right to take my phone.

You got to get a search warrant to do that.

We got warrants for your
house, for your cell,

for your cars, and for your computer.

If we wanted to,

I could turn you upside down right here

and see what falls out of your pockets.

Maybe pot, huh?

Okay, look,

if you keep talking to me like this,

I'm just gonna ask for my lawyer.

Is that what you want?

Or would you like to hear what happened?

As a witness, I can help you.

I want to help you. These were my friends.

Or lock me up as a suspect

and spend a long time trying to figure out

what I could tell you
in less than a minute.

- Up to you.
- Well, he is no beginner.

Let's start with, do you have any idea

who killed your friend
Toby and then attacked...

Wesley Grant.

Who's Wesley Grant?

Kid we went to high school
with... year behind us.

That's who you need to talk to... Wesley.

Is Wesley Grant one of the kids
you interviewed in the murder room?

- Not that I remember. Buzz, anything?
- Not finding it.

And why do we need to talk to Wesley?

Because he's been wrapped up in
Keisha since he was in the 9th grade.

- I'll run Wesley's name.
- After Toby went off to Berkeley,

Wesley did everything but stalk her.

- With Toby here tonight...
- Whoa, whoa.

Wesley had problems?

Wesley's had two arrests this year...

one for a D.U.I., another for
assault at Westside Country Club.

- Charges dropped.
- Toby and Keisha went off to be alone together,

and Wesley got so freaked out,
I had to, like, throw him out.

I mean, he pushed me in
my own house. He was crazy.

I was only trying to help the guy.
Look, dude. Stay off of me, all right?

- Don't push me! Get out!
- Yeah, I told him,

"stay out of Keisha's business.
It'll only make her mad,"

which wouldn't have helped
his case, believe me.

He wouldn't hear it.

He tried to take a swing at me.

I knocked him around, and he ran off.

Never occurred to me

that he'd sneak back in through the garage.

These look like pictures of a fight.

That's at 10:33 P.M.

I can sync all the media to
10:25 and play it forward.

Do you recognize these?

No. They're not mine.

So, what now? Are we done?

I'd like to go to the hospital.

You sit tight.

Jesus Christ.

We're gonna check out your story.

Okay? Get out of here!
You're drunk! Go home!

What are you doing?

Buzz, would you make a copy of this

and send it to Lieutenant Provenza,

see if anyone in Keisha's
family knows this young man?

You're drunk! Go home, Wesley! Come on!

Get out of here, Wesley!
Stop embarrassing yourself!

Wesley Grant.

You know, I tried to do
something about this boy.

My husband... he was a cop, too.

Yeah, he worked homicide
down in Long Beach.

And I know a troubled kid when I see one.

So I called his parents.

I even sent an e-mail.

But boys, they can be stupid when
they think that they're in love,

and Wesley... oh, he
thought he loved Keisha.

But he doesn't?

- Patrice Perry?
- Oh. Yes.

Paging Dr. Stateman. Dr. Stateman, please.

I'm gonna let you come in with me,

but when I say enough...

Keisha?

Yeah, it's okay. It's
okay, baby. It's okay.

I know you've been through a lot tonight.

But this gentleman, he's a detective,

and he needs to ask
you about what happened.

Okay?

Okay.

Keisha, I'm Lieutenant Provenza.

Did you see the person who attacked you?

Okay, okay, I got you. I got you.

Okay.

W... where's Toby?

Did the same person attack him?

I'm sorry, sweetheart.

- No, Mrs. Perry, please. If I could just...
- I'm so sorry...

But Toby didn't make it, honey.

I know. It's okay.

Oh... baby.

And that's enough.

Shh. Shh. Shh. Shh.

Okay.

Rusty.

Are you just getting back from work?

I thought "Badge of Justice"
was finishing around midnight?

Yeah, but we... we actually...

we didn't have permission
to shoot on our location,

so we were scrambling
around to find somewhere else

till like 3:00 in the morning.

And you didn't think to call?

I... I thought I might wake you up.

Oh, don't worry about that ever.

I'd rather know where you are at 3:00 A.M.

Than sleep through it.

- Are you at least having a good time?
- Yeah.

It's... I mean, it's crazy,
but the people are nice.

- And you know the second A.D., Jeff?
- Mm.

He said that I am the best
set P.A. that he has ever met.

He's a... he's a really great guy... Jeff.

You'd like him a lot.

He's... he's smart, and he's very funny.

And he's actually... he's only 25,

which is really, really young for an A.D.

And he also says our hours
aren't bad for TV at all.

Okay, good.

Well, it's only a month or so, right?

Rusty, have you registered

for your classes at Santa Monica yet?

No.

Uh, thank you for reminding me.

I'll take care of that tomorrow.

Today.

When I wake up.

Uh...

Hey, I was wondering...

what would you think

if I waited till summer to
start college instead of January?

Just because "Badge of
Justice" shoots till May,

and... and they, like,

really, really depend on me over there.

Oh, I'm sure that they do,

but I can't imagine

anyone on that set would
want you to put off college

just to lend them a hand.

No, no, actually...

actually, Jeff says that, sometimes, uh,

work experience is better than college

because it helps you, like,

figure out what you want
to do with your life.

Ah.

Well, I think that it is possible

to appreciate Jeff's perspective

without giving up on your own.

I'm not. No. Sharon, I am not.

It's just...

things are going really
well right now, and...

and Jeff is a friend.

I mean, I'm... I'm getting to know him.

Maybe Lieutenant Tao

could figure out a plan

where you go to college and
stay on the show part-time.

I... I don't want special treatment.

Okay, I... I understand.

All right. Well, good night.

Good morning. I'm going to bed.

Uh, yes, Lieutenant.

Well, I thought I'd better let you know

I'm in a bit of a holding pattern here.

Have you spoken to the victim yet?

Well, briefly, but, uh,
before I could get anywhere,

the grandmother told her that Toby was dead

and then the girl just, you
know, shut down completely.

And before I could get back in...

... well, the nurses started
prepping her for another surgery.

And what is the, uh, prognosis?

It's up in the air.

We'll know more in a couple of hours.

What about you?

Do you need relief?

Oh, well...

I've developed a good
relationship with the grandmother.

She let me send Keisha's
phone and x-rays over to you,

and she, uh...

she doesn't have any other
family or friends here at all.

So, um, yeah, I'm... I'm... I'll stay.

Well, let me know if anything changes.

Will do.

Uh, I'm sorry

that we didn't get to get
back in there and talk to her.

But trust me...

I've raised that girl since
she was 8, and Keisha...

she wasn't going to tell you a thing

until she heard about Toby.

So, have the police found Wesley yet?

Well, no. They're, uh, working on it.

We're... we're... we're working on it.

Good.

That's good...

because I really want to
hear him explain what he did.

Any more evidence connecting
this attack to our prime suspect?

He didn't come home last night.

We have two undercover vehicles
parked outside his house

and one a block behind it.

We've also talked to
several of his friends,

and none of them know where he is.

We have a warrant out on his
car... a black 3 series BMW,

personalized plates reads "No Romeo."

Seriously?

I wouldn't make that up.

And his cell is either
out of juice or turned off,

so we can't track it.

But we do have Keisha's cellphone,

and we downloaded all
of her texts with Wesley.

Since September, he's
contacted her every day.

It's pretty much PG kind of stuff,

but she answered him as if she was trying

to shoot him down without
hurting his feelings.

It doesn't look like he got the message.

Yeah, and their last interchange
was about Chip's party.

Wesley asked, "you going with Toby?"

Keisha says, "probably,"
and Wesley never responds.

We pulled photos from
the phones we collected

and put together a timeline,

starting at 9:21 P.M.

with our first sighting of Wesley.

At 10:12 P.M., Keisha and Toby show up.

They hang out, they drink a little,

and then they go upstairs together.

And then the fight started.

You're just gonna make her mad.

Dude, just stay off of me, all right?

Don't push me! Get out!

- Wesley and Chip bring it outside.
- Come on!

- Easy. Let's talk about...
- No, get out of here, man.

What are you doing?!

Get out of here, Wesley!
Stop embarrassing yourself!

And at 10:33 P.M., Wesley runs off.

But he came back, ma'am. I just confirmed.

Prints pulled from the
side door of the garage

match what we have on file for Wesley.

Excuse me?

We're looking for our son, Chip.

Are those pictures of our house?

We came home from Palm Springs

to find police tape blocking everything,

and the officer said we
couldn't go inside our home,

even to unpack, and that
we needed to talk to you

because Chip is in custody.

So I assume this has to do with drugs.

Janet, l... let the police talk, please.

If drugs are your go-to concern,

I'm a bit curious as to
why you left Chip home alone

to celebrate a birthday.

Um, our...

our trip was planned as a couples' retreat.

Chip's behavior has put,
um, a strain on our marriage,

and he promised me he
wouldn't have anyone over.

- I mean, he promised.
- And I told you what his promises are worth.

Oh, I get it, Jerry... I'm wrong again.

Uh, can we cut to the chase?

Where's Chip, and what's the damage?

The damage is two young people

stabbed in your garage last
night with these scissors.

Oh, uh... oh, my God.

One is dead, and the other
is in critical condition.

Do these look familiar?

Um...

Uh, those are... those are my scissors.

Your son said he didn't recognize them.

He wouldn't.

I use those for wrapping Christmas gifts,

and I always wrap all
of Chip's gifts for him.

You always do everything for him... always.

- You can let this go long enough...
- Hold on. Hold on.

Are... are you saying

that you keep those scissors in the garage?

There. There. See the big box?

That's filled with tape and tags and bows.

And I left the scissors on top of it

while I went to finish my
Christmas shopping, and I...

Wait, wait. Wait. Please rewind.

- Buzz.
- How far back?

Stop. Oh, my God. They're gone.

What's gone? My golf clubs.

- Oh, my God, Jerry.
- Who cares if your golf clubs are missing at a time like this?

They're not just clubs. They're my
miuras with my Scotty Cameron putter.

Could Chip have taken them?

No, he still refuses to play.

Oh, thank God.

- There they are.
- There what are?

Those clubs cost me a fortune,

so I put a GPS tracker inside the bag.

Keisha Perry... she's at
Southern medical, right?

She is.

I think whoever took Mr. Olson's golf clubs

is paying her a visit.

Oh, my God.

Excuse me.

Lieutenant Provenza.

Dr. Bender to the mental
ward, please. Dr. Bender.

It's okay. It'll be all right.

Here you go, Mrs. Perry.

Oh. I'm sorry I was gone so long.

Well, thank you, Doctor.

This was very kind of you.

Uh, this is Keisha's friend Wesley.

Wesley, this is Dr. Provenza.

Wesley, nice to meet you.

I'm sorry about the circumstances.

Yeah, yeah. How... how is she?

I mean, has Keisha... has
she been able to speak or...?

Well, not to me,

but she just got out of her second surgery,

so, Doctor, if you wouldn't mind... ?

Oh. Oh. Not at all.

Uh, walk with me, Wesley.
I'll bring you up to speed.

M... m... God, Mrs. Perry, I'm...

I'm so sorry that this happened.

I'm so sorry.

So, how is she, Doctor?

Well, touch-and-go,
to be honest.

Stomach is a bad place to
sustain a wound like this,

but we're guardedly optimistic.

And has she mentioned anyone at all

while she's been here?

I mean, did... did she ask for me?

Uh, no, she didn't ask
for you specifically.

Uh, but I can tell you who has.

This is Detectives Sykes and
Sanchez from the L.A.P.D.,

and they would like to know

how you ended up with such an
expensive pair of golf clubs

in the trunk of your car.

Wesley Grant,

you're under arrest for
the murder of Toby Cummings.

You have the right to remain silent.

Be still!

If you don't stop moving,

I'm gonna bash your face in, okay?

Do you want to walk out of here or not?!

Anything you say can and will be
used against you in a court of law.

You have the right to an attorney.

If you cannot afford one, one will
be appointed for you by the state.

Now get in the elevator.

Are you gonna calm down now, or what?

You coming back with us, Sir?

No.

Like I have most of my life,
I'm waiting to talk to the girl.

I've printed up all the e-mail
correspondence between Keisha and Toby.

I only had a chance to
glance through half of it.

It's mostly just variations on
how much they miss each other.

Mike, can I ask you a question?

Sure.

Do you know an A.D. on
"Badge of Justice" named Jeff?

- Rusty was...
- Jeff Berrier.

Sure. He's a great guy.

Oh, and you'll be happy to
know he really likes Rusty.

And how much?

How much does he really like Rusty?

Um, I don't know. Why?

Well, because Rusty is suddenly
thinking about postponing college

because of something that Jeff said.

I see.

I mean, I'm sure there's an easy fix to it

without interfering in their friendship,

if you could help me.

- How?
- Anything she asked me to do, I did.

I... I mean, I wanted Keisha to see

I was the opposite of Toby...

that love is giving, not taking.

So, you're not into taking.

How did you end up with these golf clubs?

- I don't know how that happened.
- They were in the trunk of your car.

Well, maybe somebody at the
party had my keys. I don't know.

So, someone planted the clubs
in your vehicle? Is that it?

Maybe, yeah.

I... I drank too much.

Chip was passing out killer pot.

He talked me into taking
three hits off that pipe.

- What was the special occasion?
- Special?

It... it wasn't special. It was...

it was useless.

Nothing could make Keisha see
Toby for what he really was...

nothing I said, nothing Chip said.

- Nothing Chip said?
- Yeah, he was all into Keisha, too.

Kept telling me that they were
just friends, but he loved her,

even if his racist parents
wouldn't let him ask her out.

I was getting somewhere with Keisha

and Chip couldn't stand
it, so he messed me up.

Messed you up how?

When he saw Keisha hurt
me the way she did...

ignoring me for Toby...

Chip got me drunk and high

- and knocked me around in front of everyone.
- Really?

Because Chip said he knocked you around

to keep you from barging in on Keisha,

who was trying to have a few
moments alone with her boyfriend.

Toby wasn't her boyfriend, okay?

He didn't love her like I did.

Oh, yeah, you loved her so much,

you stabbed her with a pair of scissors.

- No!
- You tried to slip back into the party through the garage...

- No!
- ... And you found Keisha and Toby there,

and you grabbed the scissors!

No, I grabbed the golf clubs

just to get Chip in even more
trouble with his dad. That's all.

Look, you cannot tell
Keisha about any of this.

She'd get so mad at me.

This could be the end of everything.

I thought you didn't remember
taking the golf clubs.

Why don't you sit back down, Wesley?

Sit down!

What makes you think it was
over between Keisha and Toby?

What makes you think that
Toby was going to dump her?

It doesn't matter what Toby
was going to do anymore.

Look, please don't keep me sitting here

when Keisha could be dying and
I might never talk to her again.

Are you really gonna punish me
like that, over a set of golf clubs?

Those clubs prove you were in the garage,

and that's where Toby
and Keisha were attacked.

I didn't know they were
attacked. I didn't know.

Well, how did you know that
she was in the hospital?

It wasn't on the news.

You never went home or
anywhere near your computer.

And your phone has been off.

My phone was off 'cause I didn't
want my parents calling me.

Look, I knew I was too high to drive,

so I pulled over a couple
blocks from Chip's place

and I, like, passed out.

When I woke up, I picked up my iPad,

and I saw I had an e-mail
from Keisha's grandmother.

She told me what happened and
which hospital they were at,

and... and I went.

I just went.

I thought that maybe...

I thought maybe Keisha was asking for me,

that she had realized, finally.

What would she realize, Wesley?

Now, would she realize
that you tried to kill her?

- Is that it?
- Look...

Maybe I should talk to a lawyer now.

Maybe you should, Wesley, but
first, I need your clothes.

My clothes? What do you mean?

I mean Detective Sykes and
I are going to step out,

you're gonna take off
your shirt, your pants,

your socks, your shoes, and your watch.

We'll give you something else to wear.

And hurry up, please.

Well, come on, "No Romeo."
Time to take it all off.

You don't even understand
what "No Romeo" means, do you?

Romeo starts off loving
this girl named Rosaline,

talking about how no one
else could ever matter to him,

and then the moment he sees Juliet,

Rosaline ceases to exist.

Well, I'm no Romeo.

Nothing will ever make
me stop loving Keisha.

That's what "No Romeo" means.

Mike.

Thanks.

Now what?

Keisha's wounds are mostly internal,

but Toby had his throat cut.

And since Wesley hasn't changed
his clothes since last night...

He'll either have blood on him, or...

Or we are looking at this the wrong way.

Lieutenant Provenza.

Yes, captain. Did you get a confession?

A confession of true love.

Unfortunately, unless we turn
up some physical evidence,

I'm gonna need a witness.

- Well...
- Blue team to ICU, please.

... the, uh, grandmother...
Blue team to ICU.

... promised to let me do all the talking

the next time Keisha regains consciousness,

and the doctors seem to
think she's getting better.

For the time being,

let's have the doctors keep
that information to themselves.

As far as anyone knows, Keisha is dying

and I have her murderer in custody.

No blood on Wesley's clothes or his watch.

No blood in his car, either.

I mean, if it weren't for the golf clubs,

- I'm not even sure we could hold him.
- Speaking of golf clubs...

Uh, both of Chip's parents
were in Palm Springs last night

during the time of the murder,

participating in a
"relationship-enhancement hot-stone massage"

at their couples' retreat.

And the blood we found

on the cuffs of Chip's pants,
his shirt, and his shoes

is consistent with his original statement.

It matches with the video of his
footprints around the crime scene.

Chip's steps seem to go on top
of both Toby's and Keisha's.

- But not the killer's?
- No.

And if we accept that Wesley
is telling us the truth,

we won't find his footprints anywhere,

but the killer's footprints are here.

Andy, maybe you could get
S.I.D. to help us sort this out.

And Keisha can confirm it.

Buzz, we should get to
ICU and tape her statement.

Yes, Captain.

- Lieutenant Tao.
- Mm?

Did that other thing get taken care of?

Oh, yes. Um...

Rusty is going out tonight
with Jeff and some of the other,

- uh, "Badge of Justice" crew members, and...
- No.

I meant...

Did we get the warrant for Wesley's iPad?

Oh, yes. The warrant.

And I found the e-mail from
Patrice Perry to Wesley Grant

telling him that Keisha might not live

and to get to the hospital right away.

Let me see that e-mail.

The grandmother didn't tell
you that she'd sent for Wesley?

No.

No, I... I was getting her
coffee across the street

when you called and said

that whoever stole the golf
clubs was here at the hospital.

This way.

I'm telling you, if Patrice wrote Wesley,

it's only because I told
her he was a suspect.

Now, before we go through with this,

- are you sure that you thoroughly searched Keisha's house?
- Oh, yeah,

and we found something very
interesting on her computer.

Facetime calls between Keisha and Toby

going back to the day he left for Berkeley,

every night between 7:00
and 8:00 like clockwork

for a month and a half.

Then, uh, a few weeks ago,
they started to taper off,

eventually to once or twice a week.

She would call, but Toby wouldn't answer.

And the tone of their
correspondence changed.

There were the "where were you
last night" calls from Keisha

and the "sorry, it's harder up here
than I thought" answers from Toby.

- And Toby's last note...
- Right.

The last e-mail says,
"we'll talk at Chip's party.

I don't want to say this in an e-mail."

Ma'am?

Wesley and Chip were clean,

but look at all the
blood on Keisha's clothes.

Especially inside her shoes.

Lieutenant, this is significant

because if you look at
all the bloody footprints

on the garage floor...

S.I.D. says Keisha's are beneath them all.

The first steps in the flow
from Toby's arterial blood...

- Are hers.
- And that's a great clue,

but her attorney will say she was
right by him when he got stabbed.

You still need to mirandize
Keisha and have her say,

"I cut my boyfriend up
with a pair of scissors,"

or else we don't have a case.

And we'll never get there
without Patrice's help.

Patrice.

Yeah, or Keisha's grandmother.

And is she a decent person?

I think so, yes.

Yes, but she's not just going to roll over

to help us put Keisha away forever

because she has a good heart.

Captain, I... I know this woman.

I've just spent 24 hours with her

building a trusting relationship.

And who's been using that trusting
relationship, Lieutenant...

you... or her?

Okay.

Okay, but I'll need an offer, too.

Patrice will never, never help us

unless her granddaughter
gets something in exchange.

Andrea, this girl is on pain meds.

If she talks to us now, it'll
be an issue later on in court,

but she did try to kill herself.

Diminished capacity... that's possible.

Second-degree murder instead of first

because the scissors were there...

with time to be served
in a mental institution

where she can be treated.

But I need to believe she's
more than a little nuts.

- Lieutenant?
- Okay.

Uh, I'll need this iPad
and... oh, and the x-rays.

Oh.

When I got here yesterday,
you were looking at these.

It's how we met.

Yes, it is.

And you were an E.R. nurse for how long?

So, looking at these wounds,

you must have known

that they could have been self-inflicted.

You thought it was a murder,
and you had a suspect.

Yeah; who you delivered to us via e-mail.

You couldn't find him, and
I was only trying to help.

He's a... a crazy boy who
couldn't take no for an answer.

So...

He should go to prison
for the rest of his life

for a murder he didn't commit?

Patrice...

That could happen.

If your granddaughter

accuses Wesley when she
regains consciousness...

- Keisha wouldn't do that.
- Are you sure?

She can't control her temper...

... and she will not last in prison, and...

and... and... and I can't
help you put her there.

I'm not asking you to do that.

I'm asking you to help us get
Keisha the proper kind of care.

Would you rather that she go on trial...

in public for second-degree murder?

And the court will never
let her plead insanity,

but we can.

What is it you expect me to do?

Just, uh...

just don't contradict me.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be
used against you in the court of law.

You have the right to an attorney.

If you cannot afford an attorney,

one will be appointed for you.

Honey, you remember Lieutenant Provenza.

Well, he's been here waiting
with me the whole time

just to speak to you.

And this is Captain Raydor.

Keisha, we're sorry to do this now,

but we're running out of time.

The doctors...

the doctors, Keisha...

Have done all they can...

... and it doesn't look
like you're going to make it.

However, the captain has made an arrest.

We are holding Wesley
Grant for Toby's murder,

and, although, Keisha,

it's not necessary for you
to tell us what he did...

You arrested Wesley?

Yes, and because...

I'm so sorry, Keisha,

but because we may lose you, too, now,

we will end up charging
him with double homicide,

which comes with the death penalty.

Well, it's not automatic.

Close enough.

The surgeries didn't work?

It... it feels like they worked.

Honey, you are on some
heavy-duty painkillers,

so if you start hurting,

I need you to let me know, okay?

But I promise you...

I promise you there will be no pain.

Okay, honey?

I'm really...

I'm really dying?

I'm afraid so, yes.

Wesley. Oh, my God.

Sweetie, listen to me.

These people are going to
try to put Wesley to death.

They need you to tell them

that they are doing the right thing.

Are we doing the right thing, Keisha?

Should Wesley be executed?

Has she made it to crazy yet?

She stabbed her boyfriend five
times with a pair of scissors.

That looks like a lot of intent,

so I'm gonna need a lot
of nutty to go with it.

Toby and I were supposed
to be together forever.

We swore it to each other.

After he left for Berkeley...

Things changed.

He stopped calling, stopped writing...

and then at Chip's party, he told me...

he said it was time for us to move on...

but we'd still be friends...

and that was all we'd ever really been.

That must have been so
hard for you to hear.

It was.

I cried.

And then he said, "let's
not stay here long,"

so I walked with him to the kitchen.

And Chip asked him to get some ice,

so he went to the garage.

And I went with him

just to ask for him to
give us another chance.

And Toby said, um...

... he said that he might
have already met a girl

that was his other chance...

... and that, "maybe Wesley
is your other chance."

And I saw the scissors there,

and I picked them up.

And I shoved them into his
chest as far as I could,

and as soon as I realized

no one at the party
could hear him screaming,

I stabbed him again and again

until I sliced his throat.

And then, while he was looking at me

with this shocked look on his face,

I stabbed myself...

... so we could keep our
promise to each other,

so we could be together
forever like we swore to be.

I'm sorry, Granny.

I'm sorry for leaving you,

but I belong with Toby,

like he belonged with me.

It's what we promised each other.

Okay, well, she definitely needs

to be surrounded by a lot
of people in white coats.

Let's get that settled

before she tries to hang
herself with her I.V. tubes.

Thank you, Keisha.

You've been very honest,

and you just saved...

Wesley's life.

And now we'll get you an attorney.

To help with your will.

And take your statement.

And once she finds out she's not dying...

Yeah. And who pays for the suicide watch?

You or us?

Oh, the D.A.'s office will
gladly assume the costs,

provided she says all
that again in open court.

She will.

What makes you say that?

Well, it's pretty obvious, isn't it?

I mean, this girl really hates change.

Shh. I love you.

I love you.

Well, it looks like

the attorneys will probably
be in there exhausting Keisha

for at least another two hours.

Well, why don't you have a seat?

So, um...

right up the street,

there is a pretty good steak house

with a fully stocked bar.

I think a decent meal
and a good, stiff drink

would do us both some good.

Damn it, Lieutenant. I...

I have never met anyone in my life

who ended up bringing me so much grief,

and... and now you're
gonna ask me out to dinner?

Unless you have a better offer.

You can be miserable here alone...

or miserable with me.

I am gonna look for the most
expensive item on the menu,

and I'm ordering two of them.

Then I'll have half of yours.

Whatever happened here,

I know that you did the best you could.

Did I?

Did I?

Did I really?

You're home awfully late.

- Well, thank you for waiting up for me.
- Yeah.

I'm also... I'm filling
out my registration stuff,

uh, for Santa Monica's winter quarter.

Oh.

Well, that was a quick turnaround.

What made you change your mind?

Well, I... I went out

with Jeff and some of the
other members of the crew

to see a movie.

- Which one?
- Uh, "Horrible Bosses 2."

They said it was just like the
first one. I... I don't know.

Uh, but we went to Delancey's afterwards.

And I'm not sure how the
subject came up, exactly,

but it turns out that Jeff
thought I would be nuts

to skip college this semester.

- Did he?
- Yeah.

And he brought up another
point that was kind of obvious,

which is, if you really like people,

you don't have to stop
being friends with them

just because you're going to college.

You know, I think you're
right about this Jeff.

He does seem insightful.

I guess I've just gotten used
to being on "Badge of Justice,"

you know?

It feels...

so comfortable.

Yeah.

And leaving might feel like a big change,

but it isn't really.

Isn't it, though?

No.

You made a plan to go to college,

and you're sticking to that plan.

And it's the bigger plan, really,

and keeping the bigger plan in mind

when things don't go
exactly the way you want...

that's what real stability means, Rusty.

You're just glad you got your way again

and that, somehow or other,

I always end up doing
exactly what you want.

Oh, well, yes.

That too.

- Let's see.
- Okay.

So, I already did this.

Oh, great.

So...