The Closer (2005–2012): Season 3, Episode 1 - Homewrecker - full transcript

Testing. One,
two, three. Testing.

Sergeant Gabriel.

Okay, if you could just state your
name and describe what you witnessed.

I'm Officer Solis, LAPD,
Hollywood Division.

We responded here to a possible
187. Did a visual check of the house.

Saw what we thought was a
body on the downstairs floor.

Finding all doors and windows locked
from the inside, we waited for backup.

- Then we did a hot crisis entry.
- Great.

And now she wants the
number of the 911 caller.

I'm Detective Sergeant David
Gabriel, Priority Homicide, LAPD.

We arrived on the scene,
called off for the coroner,



and obtained a search warrant.

So far, we found almost
$800 in cash and lots of jewelry,

so, although we cannot
rule out a robbery,

we are yet to determine
what might have been stolen.

Over here, we have
victim number one.

I can't, yet.

Hold on. Hold on. Ready?

Detective Julio Sanchez,
Priority Homicide.

According to the
victim's driver's license,

her name is Marsha
Anderson Wallace, 42.

Deputy Chief Brenda Leigh
Johnson, Priority Homicide Division.

For the record, Mrs. Wallace has
multiple stab wounds on her body

and defensive
wounds to her hands.

Could you document that, please?



Here and here.

Over here, what
could be a blood trail,

where Mrs. Wallace possibly
struggled with her attacker or attackers.

Okay, next body.

- And go.
- I'm Detective Daniels,

Priority Homicide Division.
According to his driver's license,

the victim's name is
Kevin Alan Wallace, 49.

Mr. Wallace appears to have been
attacked while standing by his desk.

And

I've counted over 30 stab wounds
in the body. The room, please.

And I want you all to go through the
house, collecting laptops, computers

and cell phones,
please. Thank you.

And Buzz, when
you're finished in here,

I want you to meet me by the stairs.
Next to the last body, please. Thank you.

Yes, ma'am.

Lieutenant Andrew Flynn, PHD.

We're assuming this victim,
Jennifer Anne Wallace,

who signs her
homework "Jenny"...

And just...

And just... You know
what? Wait. Just wait.

- Lieutenant Flynn, are you okay?
- Are you?

I mean, look at this. Look!

All this came from this little girl's
heart, and I can't say that it's blood?

Just one second,
okay? Sergeant Gabriel,

I know I asked you this before, but
could you please find the patrol officer

and get the phone number of
whoever reported these deaths to 911

and start calling it, please, to
see if anyone answers? Thank you.

One in Mrs. Wallace's purse
and one off and charging

behind the wet bar in the den.

Do you want me to look
in the little girl's room?

Yes, please. Thank you.

Thank you.

Look, Lieutenant, I
know that this is hard,

but we are filming this
crime scene for the court,

and if you call one little
spot blood that isn't blood...

And I can't edit this, so...

Okay.

The victim is 12
and in her pajamas.

So maybe she came downstairs to
see what all the screaming was about.

There are three visible wounds.

One in the back, one in the
chest and one in the throat.

- Could you document that, please?
- Yes, ma'am.

There's a... There's a
letter opener here in the sink.

Now, this might be from the
blotter set on the desk downstairs.

Now, over here, you've got...

You have to identify
yourself for the court.

For crying out... Lieutenant
Provenza, Priority Homicide.

Now, record all this here, too.

Now, you can see what
might be blood all over the floor.

We think that whoever killed
the Wallaces came up here,

and took a shower after.

Hello, there.

I'm Lieutenant Michael Tao,
Priority Homicide Division

of the Los Angeles Police.
Now, if you'll come with me.

I found these clothes in the washer.
They have a red substance on them.

Perhaps blood.

This way.

It's also worth noting that the victims'
17-year-old son, Eric Dean Wallace,

is not home at 4:33 a.m. and
his room has not been touched

despite having a lot of high-end
merchandise lying around.

And the shoes from the washer are
the same size as the shoes on this floor.

Right here.

Buzz, downstairs. Out.

Backup. Now.

Police officer! Let
me see your hands!

Get down on your stomach!

- Put your hands behind you! Don't move!
- Don't move, man.

Listen, please, please.

Please, please, please, please.

Get up.

What's your name?

I'm Eric Dean Wallace.

I wanna see my mom and dad.

- I wanna see them, please.
- I understand that, honey.

That's just not a good
idea right now. Okay?

Can you tell me when
all this happened?

- I woke up.
- Mmm-hmm.

And I was going downstairs
to get a drink of water

and I got to the stairs.

Jenny, she was just lying there.

Was there anyone visiting
your house this evening?

No.

Did you hear a
doorbell? Or a knock or...

No.

You know anyone who
might want to hurt your family?

- My dad works with some convicts.
- Mmm-hmm.

Works at the federal
prison up at Terminal Island.

And the one up at Lompoc, too.

He's... He's a sociologist.

Okay.

Okay, sweetheart.

Okay.

All right, then.

We're gonna treat
you for shock, okay?

We're gonna take
good care of you, okay?

All right. Bless your heart.

Okay.

Sergeant Gabriel here is gonna
ride with you to the hospital.

- I'll go with him, Chief.
- No, you won't, Lieutenant.

Detective Sanchez,

that boy had pupils
the size of saucers.

I'd like you to get a warrant so
we can check his blood for drugs

when he gets to the
hospital, please. Thank you.

And Lieutenant Flynn, since
you seem to be in the mood,

I'd like you to get the patrol officers
who said this house was cleared.

Give them a piece
of my mind, okay?

- You got it.
- Thank you.

Lieutenant Provenza,

please supervise
the search warrant.

The killer was looking for
something, maybe he didn't find it.

Thank you.

Hey!

Don't forget you have a meeting
with Chief Pope at 10:00 a.m.

For heaven's sakes. You have
any idea what that's all about?

Shoot!

And no more overtime.

How can there be no overtime?

What if my victims don't die between
8:00 and 4:00 in the afternoon?

Look, it's just a little approval process
we're implementing, during this time of

financial crisis, which was created
by the state of California, not by me.

Is that why my request for
expedited blood work was denied?

- What blood work?
- I have a boy in the hospital, Eric Wallace.

And early this morning, his entire family
was found stabbed to death in their house,

and the boy up in
the attic, high as a kite.

Well, so you obtain a search
warrant and draw the boy's blood.

We did that, Will.

And now Detective
Sanchez tells me,

because it would cost an
extra dollar or something,

that my request to test the boy's
blood for intoxicants was denied.

No, it's not denied. It's delayed. You'll
have the results tomorrow morning.

Tomorrow that boy can have an attorney
appointed for him by Children's Services.

I need that blood work
and I need it right now.

Consider, just for a moment, a
universe in which you work for me.

And what I need
is important too.

I'll do that after you consider getting
out of bed at 3:00 in the morning

and examining a 12-year-old girl
who's been stabbed through the heart.

What about her needs, Will?

What about that?

Look, I know this is hard, but
so is losing 6% of our budget

and simultaneously beefing
up our Counterterrorism Bureau.

It's not just halting
expedited blood work.

Every section has to
lose at least one detective.

You don't mean mine.

Yes, I do mean yours,
Brenda. Every section.

Who would I let go?

Come on, you
know as well as I do.

No.

Six months ago, Provenza
left his gun in his desk drawer,

which allowed a suspect
to shoot at an FBI agent...

Lieutenant Provenza
was cleared of all...

No. He was not cleared.
Favors were exchanged.

Hey, we have all left
our guns in our drawers.

Yours is in your
drawer right now.

Okay?

Listen, I can't find
the savings I need

except by losing and/or
transferring personnel.

You must, must send someone
from your team to Counterterrorism,

or talk Provenza into retiring. Which
is the better solution? It's obvious.

So, what do I have to do
to make you agree with me?

Stop being wrong.

Look, I'll pay for the expedited blood
work myself, but my team stays put.

No, Brenda. No deal.

I'll find the savings
some other way.

- Yeah. Good luck with that.
- Thank you!

The only other thing I found at the
house other than Eric's drug stash here,

was that the garage
door was open,

and Wallaces' vehicle
had been broken into.

Okay. So the killer was
looking for something specific.

It may have belonged to Mr. Wallace
but we don't know what it was.

Lieutenant Tao, how we
doing with our murder weapon?

Wiped clean. No prints.

Preliminary time of death for all
victims between 11:00 and 12:45.

And I sent the bloody clothes
from the washing machine

to the lab for testing.

Detective Daniels,
cell phones, laptops?

All accounted for.

Okay. Lieutenant Flynn?

You really want background
on this family? Why?

The weapon came from inside.

Every door was bolted.
Every window was locked.

Okay, so maybe the murders
weren't premeditated but the son did it.

We all know that the son did it.

And Eric lied about his father,
too. Wallace didn't work at either

the federal prison on Terminal
Island nor up in Lompoc.

Now, why would Eric lie
about where his father worked?

Kid was on X.

You owe me $150 for
this expedited blood work.

Eric is sedated.

But this

bitchy ER nurse got all whacked
out over Eric maybe being a killer,

and how the hospital
is not a detention center.

So now they won't hold
him after he comes to.

I mean, you got maybe

five hours.

This is your receipt.

Okay, five hours.

Okay.

Lieutenant Tao.

If you could please
get phone dumps

for the Wallaces' cell phones
and land lines. Thank you.

And Lieutenant Flynn,

if you could take our murder
weapon over to the morgue

and have Dr. Crippen
match it against the wounds.

Detective Daniels,

follow up on that Terminal Island
and Lompoc connection, please.

If Mr. Wallace didn't work there, he
might be on the prisons' visitors lists.

Okay.

Lieutenant Provenza, if you could
please gather everyone's reports

and bring them over to me
at the hospital. Thank you.

Oh, and...

Since it's Saturday,

if y'all could sign out

when you leave, starting
with Detective Sanchez,

because we have to pinch
those pennies where we can.

Thank you. Thanks.

What in the hell is wrong with you?
Do you not understand budget cuts?

- What budget cuts?
- Read what's on your desk.

Every department's
losing a detective.

And Flynn's acting like he
wants to be the short straw.

I'm not the one eligible
for retirement here.

Let's get on with it.

Time is money, folks.

Time is money.

Hey!

Are you coming to look
at these open houses?

Or not.

Well, I know that the
prisons are federal property

but they should at least let
us look at their visitors lists.

Well, all right, Detective.

Maybe I could get the FBI to
hurry those lists along for us.

All right, then. Thank you. Bye.

So,

I have this murder suspect

telling me that his father works at
the federal prisons at Terminal Island

- and up at Lompoc.
- Uh-huh.

But both prisons say they
never heard of the father at all.

Looks bad for the son.

And in order to examine
the prisons' visitors lists,

we have to put together
individual warrants.

However, if a very special agent
of the FBI were to call and ask...

No problem.

All you have to do is fill out these
forms requesting our assistance,

and I can hand it into
our office on Monday.

Couldn't you just call and...

That was on my
desk all day Friday.

Yeah, people kept stopping
by, bursting out laughing.

Isn't that hilarious?

This thing is
just... It's awful.

But what happened
at my work today?

Pope announced cutbacks.

- Including, like, in personnel.
- Oh.

And he took away our overtime.

Well, that's nuts.

- What if people get murdered at night?
- Exactly.

And all this paperwork?

Honey?

- It'll take hours to fill out.
- Yeah, you're right.

So are you coming with me today,

or not?

I have to put that off at least
until tomorrow because...

Hey! Hey! Wait a minute!

You are being completely
unfair about this.

- I have a murder to investigate and...
- You always have a murder.

And you know? I like this
house. It's comfortable. It's done.

You are always rushing me.

How many times do I
have to win this argument?

There is no place for my
stuff here, or to set up an office,

or to have overnight
guests like our parents.

Well, we can't have my
father come here anyway,

because we haven't figured out a
way to explain that you've moved in.

Yeah, well, I haven't
moved in now, have I?

Almost everything I
own is still in the garage!

Now, do you want the
visitors lists to the prisons

at Lompoc and
Terminal Island or not?

Are you telling me that you're refusing
to help me with my murder investigation

because I can't go
house-hunting with you today?

- Is that what you're saying?
- Yeah. Good.

Now I don't have
to explain it to you.

Well, I refuse to stand
here and haggle with you

as if we're trading
trinkets in some bazaar.

- Good.
- It's just. I believe...

Bye. If I see something
I like, I'll take pictures.

Because Mr. Wallace
was an orphan.

How can people be orphans?

She's mad because
Eric's father had no parents.

His mother was an only
child, parents deceased,

so we have no relative
to release the kid to.

Well, considering...

Considering how the kid treats
his next of kin, it's probably best.

I have some...
Chief, Chief, please.

- Please. Here, Let me.
- Thank you.

Anyway, unless Eric turns out to
be suicidal, which is highly unlikely

based upon the way he just ate,

the hospital says we
either have to arrest him,

or they're gonna release him
to Child Protective Services,

which takes him
out of our custody.

I don't have enough evidence
yet to book him for murder.

Well, we have him
on drug possession.

Arrest. Lawyer. The end.

So, I need a suicide
watch or a confession.

I know Mr. Wallace
didn't work in prisons.

I can't find anything here
about how he made his income.

No, it's all small amounts from articles
he published in academy journals.

- Here you go, Chief.
- Thanks.

Mrs. Wallace was the one with
the money. Here, listen to this.

She pulled in $900,000

a year on her mutual
funds. Tax-free.

Plus, she had dividends off
$30 million worth of oil stock.

Now, this is a tough one.

Guess who the Wallaces'
beneficiaries are?

- Their children.
- Recently reduced to one.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

You can take the
rest of the night off.

Well, I signed out when
I left the office, Chief.

You know, I've never
been a clock-watcher.

That's enough for now. Thanks.

Just wish me luck!

Budget cuts.

Thanks, guys.

In fact, Pope says if I can't find
some way to save money, I'll...

If you can't find some
way to save money, what?

Lieutenant Provenza
may have to retire.

Testing. One,
two, three. Testing.

Testing. One,
two, three. Testing.

I woke up.

My throat was really dry, so I started
to go downstairs to get some water.

And you saw your sister's body?

Yes. Found my
little sister, Jenny.

Okay.

So you walked out of your room.

I yelled for my parents.

But no one answered.

So I ran up to my room, I called
911 and then I climbed into the attic.

Did you hear the police arrive?

Well, there were no sirens
or anything and then...

I heard noises later. I didn't
know who it was. I couldn't move.

And you have no idea how
the killer or killers entered?

- No.
- What they might've been looking for?

- No.
- Or what time this all happened?

I guess I must've
just slept through it.

See, Eric, I just... I find
that so hard to believe.

Why?

I'll show you.

Outside! Outside! Now.

Stop, stop, stop, stop.

That is the mixture of sounds

that the human body makes
when someone shoves a knife in it.

That's the sound that your parents made
when they were being stabbed to death.

That's the sound that Jenny heard
that made her race downstairs,

just like everyone
rushed in here right now.

That's the sound that Jenny made
until the killer stabbed her in the throat,

10 feet from the
door of your room.

Which is why I find it so hard to
believe that you slept through it all,

especially since...

Especially since you were high
on MDMA, also known as ecstasy,

which is the drug hospital tests confirmed
were in your bloodstream last night.

X is... It's kind of
speedy. Keeps you awake.

So, Eric, when I find a high
teenage boy in the attic of his house,

and his entire family has been
stabbed to death downstairs,

and that boy lies to me
about, well, everything,

I think, "Maybe I should just arrest
him for murder and call it a day."

No, but I... No, but I didn't do it.
Okay, I wouldn't have... I couldn't do it.

All right, then. Let's start over again,
and you can tell me the truth this time.

- Were you on drugs last night?
- Yes. I was high.

Okay, but I wasn't at home.

- Where were you then?
- I snuck out.

There's a ladder in the attic
that I use to get downstairs

without my parents
knowing that I'm gone.

Wait a minute. Are you
telling me you left a window

to your bedroom unlocked and a
ladder leaning against the house?

No. No. Okay, I...

I lay the ladder down where it can't
be seen, and then I pull it back up

in the attic when I get
home. It's what I always do.

It's what you always do?

- How long have you been sneaking out?
- Just the last two months.

And who you sneaking
out to see, high on ecstasy?

I need a name. Now.

Eric Dean Wallace, you are
under arrest for the murder...

- No, no, just wait. Just wait!
- Who picks you up?

Okay, Justin Darcy.
Justin picks me up.

- Who's Justin Darcy?
- He's my math tutor.

Why does Justin pick you up?

'Cause we went to a club.

Dancing. And then we
went back to his apartment.

To study math? On X?

Did your father find out

you were sneaking out
and who you were with?

Is that what happened, Eric?
Was your dad waiting up for you?

- Did you two fight?
- It... No.

Okay, no. They never knew.
Just, please, I wouldn't...

Did Justin know that the window
to your bedroom was unlocked?

Did he go back?

No, I was with
him the whole time.

Where did your father work?

- I told you he works for the prison...
- We have contacted both those prisons

and neither of them have
ever heard of your father.

No.

What? No. No. But he
works there! Ask Dr. Reichter.

Who's Dr. Reichter?

He's a psychologist
who works with prisoners.

Okay, him and my dad, they write
articles together. Ask Dr. Reichter.

Okay, well, let's call him.
Let's call him right now.

What's his number?

I don't know. I don't have it.
I've never spoken to him myself.

I just heard his
name said a lot.

Look, I'm telling the
truth, okay? I swear it.

You swear it!

Well, you're such an honest young
man, why would anyone doubt you?

- I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry!
- You're sorry?

You've already admitting to
leaving your house unsecured.

That makes you partially responsible
for the murder of your family

even if you didn't
kill them yourself.

You lied to me about where you
were during the time of the murder,

and the best you can
manage is, "I'm sorry"?

- Well, what do you want me to say?
- Do you think "I'm sorry"

- will bring your mother back?
- Well, what do you want me to say?

- Help me!
- Do you, Eric? Huh?

- Tell me, what can I say to change things?
- Change things?

- No. I don't know. I don't know! No!
- You can't change things now!

Fine! I wish I was dead!

Okay, does that help? I wish I was dead!
I wish whoever killed my family killed me!

Okay, I wish I was dead!

Those are the magic words.

Suicide watch.

Seventy-two hours surveillance.

First thing tomorrow, I want
to interview this Justin Darcy.

I want that ladder
checked for prints.

And I want to talk
to Dr. Reichter.

Yeah, well, tomorrow is
Sunday. There's no overtime.

It can't be helped.

I'm gonna get the
doctor in to see him.

I'm sorry, Mom.

I'm sorry, Mom. Sorry, Jenny.

So, in several of his
articles about prison life,

Mr. Wallace quotes
a Dr. Robert Reichter,

and so I called the prisons at
Terminal Island and Lompoc,

and Reichter's a
psychologist at both facilities.

Lives in Lompoc, but
he's off this weekend.

Well, can't we call him? Wouldn't
they give you his home number?

Not over the phone, he's
a federal prison employee.

I couldn't even get his driver's
license on a master search.

All right,

what about the ladder
at the Wallaces' house?

I got three sets of prints.

One's Eric's, one's his
father's, one we couldn't identify.

Ran it through AFIS, no hit.

It could have been a
gardener or something,

or it could be our
friend, Justin Darcy.

He's in the interview room right
now, with Flynn and Sanchez.

So Wallace didn't work
at the prisons themselves,

but maybe he did work
with the prison employees.

All right, thank you, Doctor.

Okay, so, the suicide watch
from last night is official,

and the doctor says he
can keep Eric sedated

unless you wanna
talk to him, or in...

Suicide watch?

Hi, everybody.

Eric Wallace said he
wished he was dead.

Do you want me to hold a
suicidal teenager here, Will?

Of course not. I want
you to arrest the kid,

put him in the custody of
the sheriff's department,

and let them pay
for the suicide watch.

If I arrest him, Will,
he'll get an attorney.

Or don't you want me
to get a confession?

You have a strong
circumstantial case.

But I still have a
lot of questions,

like why does Eric insist that
his father works at prisons?

Why were the rooms in
the Wallaces' house tossed

but nothing seems to be stolen?

And what about the
clothes in the washer?

And there's a prison psychologist
and he lives up at Lompoc

and the Feds won't give me his number,
and I need to talk to him in the worst way.

- Do you have a motive?
- Mr. Wallace may have discovered

that his son was slipping
out to meet a boyfriend.

Arguments about stuff like
that have a way of escalating,

and Eric was to inherit
millions of dollars.

So, motive, means,
opportunity, suspect.

Is it really necessary to call in
everyone on Earth on Sunday

- to tie up the loose ends?
- I don't have everyone on Earth here.

I have no civilian
assistance at all.

Hey, Chief? Sorry.

Lieutenant Flynn
wanted me to tell you

that he just Mirandized the
Justin Darcy guy on tape.

Okay, thank you, Buzz,
I'll be there in a minute.

You're welcome.

Really, no civilians at all?

You know, look, if you are
this worried about money,

you know what is really
cheap? Not solving the crime.

Will, what are you doing here, anyway?
Don't you spend Sunday with your kids?

They're with their mother.

Estelle takes them
to theme parks.

I get to turn off the television,
make them eat their vegetables,

and put them to bed.

Guess who they prefer
spending time with.

All that means is that I already understand
how hard it is to split up a family.

And since you don't seem
to be taking me seriously,

let me remind you that tomorrow

I need the name of the detective
you're releasing from this squad.

No. No, no.

I'm actively looking for
the money we need to save.

Yeah, but you're actively
searching for it at time and a half.

Look, here's the
solution. Provenza retires.

Or you send someone
to Counterterrorism.

Tomorrow.

Good morning, Mr. Darcy.

I'm Deputy Chief Brenda
Leigh Johnson, LAPD.

And I have brought you in
this morning to talk about rape.

No, I haven't raped anyone.

Ever.

I have a statement alleging
sexual assault from your victim.

What? Do you know
how stupid that is?

All right, I think I should get my
one phone call and talk to my dad.

He's a criminal attorney, okay?

So I think I know a bit more
about the justice system

than the average
person you drag in here.

Lieutenant Flynn, would you
please hand Mr. Darcy your phone?

As I'm sure you're aware, Mr. Darcy,
given your vast knowledge of the law,

that the age of consent for male-male
sex in the state of California is 18.

I'm 19. In two months.

Many happy returns.

Eric Wallace, the boy whom
you are currently tutoring, is 17.

Make sure to tell your father that
the charges against you will include,

but will not necessarily be limited to,
statutory rape and sex with a minor.

I look forward to meeting your family. I
can only imagine how proud they'll be.

Hey. I'll dial your dad.
What's the number?

Wait. Okay. Wait. No, I
never had sex with Eric.

If that's true, we'll be arresting
your underage boyfriend

for the murder of his family.

- What?
- Night before last,

Eric's parents and his sister were
found stabbed to death in their home.

Oh, my God.

Eric gave a statement saying that he
was with you during the time of the murder,

dancing and carrying on,
and I don't know what all.

So who's the liar? You or Eric?

So what you're saying is
either I'm a sex offender...

I think I found what the
murderer was looking for.

Or Eric's a killer?

Maybe you picked Eric up,
dropped him off at your place,

went back to the house, and
murdered his parents yourself.

You knew there was a window
open. You knew there was a ladder.

- No. Wait, wait.
- Plotting...

No. Okay. Yes. I picked him
up Friday night. Yes. Okay?

But... But if his parents died
before 3:00 in the morning,

he didn't do it
and neither did I.

Do you have someone
that can back up that story?

Yeah. Yeah, we met up with some
friends, when we went out dancing.

Write it all down. Everywhere
you went, everyone you saw.

Name, numbers, times. Excuse me.

Explain. Please.

The Wallace's carrier said they had
four cell phones in their family plan.

Daniels found this one charging behind
the wet bar in the den of their house.

We thought it was one
of the four in the plan.

It turns out it isn't.

Whose is it then?

Well, it belongs to

Dr. Robert Reichter.

Are you telling me that the Wallaces
had Reichter's phone in their den,

and we're just finding
out about this now?

I ordered the phone dumps last night.
They couldn't get it back to us till today.

So I signed out, like you asked, and I just
started downloading cells a minute ago.

You don't believe this
little prick's story, do you?

Please! Sit with Mr. Darcy until
I'm ready to speak with him again.

Impossible!

So were there any calls on
Dr. Reichter's cell I should know about?

Yes, ma'am. Dr. Reichter was calling
Eric Wallace on a fairly regular basis.

- Not the father?
- No, ma'am. He was calling the son.

But Eric Wallace told me he'd
never spoken to Dr. Reichter,

that he'd only heard the name.

Okay, just...

Just give me a second here.
Bad lies are confusing me.

We found four cell phones
at the Wallaces' house.

Dr. Reichter's was one of
the four phones we found.

So whose phone's missing?

Mr. Wallace's, but we have
the dump off of his number.

Were there any calls made on
Dr. Wallace's phone since his death?

At around 1:00 a.m., Saturday
morning, someone made 15 calls in a row

from Mr. Wallace's cell phone to
the phone you're holding in your hand.

Okay, so, the killer

grabbed

Mr. Wallace's cell phone and
started walking around with it,

and calling Dr. Reichter's cell.

Hoping Reichter's cell would
ring, but Reichter's phone was off.

Charging behind the wet bar in
the den. Maybe like it was hidden.

So the phone I'm holding in
my hand, Dr. Reichter's phone,

this is what the
killer was looking for.

Okay.

There are no
pictures in here, only

six programed numbers.

Now, why would this
phone be worth hiding?

And why was Dr. Reichter's phone at
the Wallaces' house in the first place?

That's the really
important question,

and we would have
known to ask it yesterday

if it weren't for all this
malarkey about budget cuts.

Now I really need to
see those visitors lists

from Terminal Island and Lompoc.

Chief?

Chief, I know you're not
gonna want to hear this,

but the guy that could help cut
through some of this red tape...

I know, I know.
I just... I know.

Let's look for this guy Wallace.

Through about six months back.

Oh!

You're Dr. Reichter's parents.

Both prisons would be great.

Goodness, I don't know
how I could've mixed that up.

- Thank you.
- Unless he's visiting you.

I owe you a dinner.

Oh!

He's in LA. For the week. Right.

Okay, well, I'm sorry about that.
Thank you so much for your help.

All right. Thank you. Bye.

Okay, so that's Dr. Reichter's wife,
sister, son, and parents all telling me

that he's in LA at the same
Quality Inn by the harbor.

Black and whites I sent there
say Reichter never checked in.

At least not under his own name.

Daniels checked his credit cards,
and Dr. Reichter stopped using them.

- Sorry. I'm sorry. Sorry.
- Let me. It's okay.

Well, if there's anyone who
knows how to manage their money

so as not to get caught by the
police, it would be a prison shrink.

First thing they hear from
convicts after "I'm innocent"

is how everyone got caught.

Reichter's probably been told how to stay
off the grid, how to establish an alias,

how to get overseas
with lots of cash.

Have you decided how you're
reconfiguring your squad?

Because I think I have an
idea that might be of help.

- Hello, Commander Taylor.
- No, I'm here, I'm here.

Wallace never
visited either facility?

Well, thanks for looking.

Back at you.

So Eric just fabricated
his father's work life?

Why don't you give me Gabriel?

- Excuse me?
- And I'll handle all further

transfers and retirements that
we need to make our budget work

from the departments that report to
me. I'll even share Gabriel with you.

On the big cases,
when you need him.

So, you're suggesting that Gabriel
spend part of his time with you,

and part of his time with me?

It's in the kid's
best interest, Chief.

You already have three
lieutenants in your division.

What chance goes Gabriel have
for a promotion working for you?

I'll...

I'll discuss it with him
on my way up to Lompoc.

You're going to Lompoc, now?

I am, and

I appreciate the suggestion, Commander.
Thank you. Thank you very much.

Happy to help, Chief.

No, thank you. Thank you, sir.

Okay, Lompoc Police
found a friendly judge,

and your warrant will
be ready when we arrive.

Okay, thank you.

So, Sergeant,
there's this other thing.

Commander Taylor suggested that
you might wanna go back to work for him.

He thinks it might improve
your chances of promotion.

In return, he would absorb
all future budget cuts.

And I promised I'd
mention it to you.

Is that what you want me to do?

You want me to go
back and work for Taylor?

Hardly.

But

if you think it's in your own
long term best interest...

And I don't know that LAPD
is gonna be my whole career.

In fact, I was thinking,
maybe, about going into politics.

You're kidding.

Well, I have a law
enforcement background,

a masters in public
administration, it's just...

Hey, this...

- This isn't the way to Lompoc.
- No. We're going to the airport.

We're taking the LAPD plane?

I thought you were
supposed to be saving money.

No, Sergeant, we are supposed
to be finding the murderer,

and we are not doing
it in the carpool lane.

Thanks for the escort
from the airport, Captain.

Our pleasure.

You know, we train
for this kind of thing a lot

but we don't get to do
it as much as you guys.

Well, you wouldn't know it, sir.
Everyone here looks very sharp.

Thanks, son.

We'll just fax
that bill down to...

Chief Will Pope. I'll give you the
number when we're done here.

Think Dr. Reichter's here?

No, Sergeant.
Dr. Reichter's dead.

Yes? Hello? Oh, my God.

Are you Mrs. Kathy Reichter?

Yes. What's going on here? Is
there something wrong with Robert?

Ma'am, we're here to
serve a search warrant.

If you could step aside and
move away from the door?

Door on the left, close right.

- Mom, what's going on?
- Two steps back! Two steps back!

Deputy Chief Johnson,
LAPD. And you are?

- Kim Reichter.
- Kim, do you know where your father is?

Los Angeles, until
Wednesday. Why?

When was the last
time you spoke to him?

Friday night. Mom, what
is he doing over there?

Leave those pictures alone! You
can't invade our privacy like this!

- Mom!
- But what are they looking for?

- Mom!
- I have a right to know. Why are you here?

Answer me.

- Answer me!
- Hey!

Mrs. Reichter, meet
Kevin Alan Wallace.

Did you know that your
husband was a bigamist?

It's just

hard to take in everything.

And

all of the other family
was stabbed to death?

Except the son, yes.

Dr. Reichter left
Lompoc on Friday.

Weren't you worried when
you didn't hear from him?

We're used to Robert's schedule.

He used to come to Terminal
Island here in LA every other week,

and I'm on nights at
the prison in Lompoc.

Did you work on Friday?

Yes.

Half of our little medical
staff was there. We had a...

A lifer who has colon cancer.

He was very sick.

Excuse me, are you
looking for my alibi?

What about your son, Kim?
Where was he on Friday?

Wait. Wait, please.

I knew about the Wallaces.

From the beginning.

I admit.

It sounds complicated, but

I was the one that
Robert loved, not her.

She was just a convenience.

Really?

Well, if she was just a convenience and
you knew about her from the beginning,

I wonder why you're using
pronouns instead of her real name.

Unless you don't know it.

- Hello.
- Hi.

So I come back to see how things
are going here and I find that first,

you've had a boy on suicide
watch transported to your office

under medical supervision.
That's another billion dollars.

Will, I'm sorry about that,

but I need Eric Wallace to
identify some things for me.

Then I hear you commandeered
the department jet to go to Lompoc.

That's because I knew I had to
bring back passengers and freight.

- Freight?
- Yes.

Clothes, financial
records, pictures.

So you flew round trip to
Lompoc for scrapbooks?

Here is a picture of
Mr. Wallace, one of our victims.

- Okay. So?
- And here is a picture of Dr. Reichter.

The prison psychologist
from Lompoc.

Wow.

- So your murder victim was a bigamist?
- Yes.

And now I need to speak to his
wife and son, so if you'll excuse me.

Have you talked to Provenza
about retirement yet?

No, she hasn't. Should she?

No, Lieutenant. No.

Aren't you supposed to
be in the Electronics Room?

Have you... Have you figured
out what you're gonna do about us?

Sergeant, I figured out the crime.
I'm kind of putting everything else off.

Hey, wait.

If you really don't want to lose
Lieutenant Provenza, I think you should

let me

go and work things
out with Chief Pope.

Do you mean that, Sergeant?

I've...

I've been thinking
about it, and...

Yes, ma'am, I'll go talk to him
about it when we're through here.

- All right, then. Let's go.
- Okay.

Be sure. This is important.

I am. These are my clothes.

Okay. Thanks. I'm sorry.

I know it's a long way to come
to have your rights read to you

and to look through
your own closet,

especially after what
happened to your father.

But this was absolutely necessary
to figure out who killed your father.

Thanks. Sergeant.

Look, I did not kill my family!

Okay, fine. Then
help me for once.

Why should I? You don't believe
me! And who's gonna help me?

Who's gonna help me? What
am I gonna do? I have no one left!

I don't know how you're gonna
feel about it but that's not exactly true.

Now, I've got two more questions
for you and if you tell me the truth,

then you and I are done.

- Fine.
- Okay, first,

did your father call you a lot
when he was up at Lompoc?

- Almost every day.
- Okay.

And do you think that any of the
clothes on this rack might be yours?

Those are my shoes.

I changed the laces in them.

This is my shirt. It's got a tag
from the dry cleaners in the collar.

These jeans.

Here.

I put this hole in there myself.

- Thank you, Eric.
- Yeah.

Would you get my
bag, please? Thank you.

And now,

Detective Daniels here has some
information we'd like to share with you.

Information like what?

Information about your dad.

Why don't you have a seat?

Thank you, Detective.

And that'll be all, gentlemen.

Thanks.

I don't want to
bother you again, Kim,

but you identified these clothes
that I brought in earlier as yours.

This shirt, and these
pants, and these shoes.

And they're so much nicer
than your other clothes.

So I checked with your half-brother,
Eric, and he says they're his.

And I kind of believe him.

Now, I don't know if you know this, Kim,
but I can actually tell from these clothes

and from the wounds in the body,

the order in which you
murdered your father

and his wife

and your half-sister, Jenny.

Because the weapon that
you used, the letter opener,

actually degraded
as you went along.

So first, you
attacked your father.

And then, his wife heard
him screaming, or was there.

You fought with her,

and you stabbed her to death,

and then went back and
finished with your dad.

Jenny ran down to see
what was the matter.

You chased her back upstairs,

stabbed her to death, too.

These are your clothes

that you put in the washer
while you showered.

But you looked for your father's
cell phone first, so the stains set in.

And it's no good driving
around in bloody clothes, is it?

Someone might notice.

So you stole these
clothes from Eric's closet.

And it's not
surprising that they fit.

You are brothers, after all.

These are the fingerprints that we
found on the ladder that you used

to enter the house, and we
haven't identified them yet, Kim,

but when we do, I bet
they match your hand.

And somewhere, you
stopped to fill up your car.

And I'm gonna check
the surveillance cameras

of every gas station
along the way,

and I'm gonna find you, Kim,

somewhere along the road
between here and Lompoc.

I can promise you that.

Now all we have left to decide, really,
and this is only if you want to help me,

is if you planned on killing
your father and his family,

or if it was more of a spur
of the moment type of thing,

stabbing your
father and his wife...

Let's get one thing straight.

That other woman wasn't
my father's wife. Okay?

Okay.

My mother was his wife, not her.

Okay.

And I never meant
to kill anyone.

Okay.

How did that happen, then?

My father loaned me his car
while mine was in the shop.

And I bought some pot, okay?

And I was hiding it to take home
in case I got stopped by the police.

And there's a zipper in the upholstery
of the driver's seat of my dad's car.

And I pulled it
open and it all just

fell into my hands.

His other driver's license,
his other cell phone,

his other credit
cards, his other

life.

And I couldn't stop
thinking about it.

I couldn't.

So you went to the other address
on your father's fake license.

And there they all were.

In their big house, with their
swimming pool and their fancy cars,

and I tried to stop going.

But I couldn't.

I just kept going
back there every day.

And I would just watch them come
and go with all their friends and stuff.

And I saw Eric sneaking
out of his bedroom window.

My father would've killed
me if I had done that!

So that night, when he went out,

you just wanted to see his room.

Is that right?

I don't know what happened.

I couldn't stop myself.

I didn't know that going in
there would make me so...

So mad.

Two laptops, cable in his
room, TiVo, video iPods!

We didn't have
any of that stuff!

And I was standing there and I
saw that picture of my father and him.

Someplace. I think
Hawaii, maybe.

And the next thing I know, I was
downstairs and I was yelling at my dad.

And that woman came in and I
told her who I was and he said,

"Don't listen to this kid!

"He's a convict I
work with in Lompoc.

"He's a convict I work with."

That's what my father called me.

So I picked up that little sword
on his desk, that fancy letter opener

or whatever it was,
and I stabbed him with it.

And the rest
happened like you said.

You broke into
your father's car?

Yeah.

I couldn't find where he
kept the keys to it, and,

I got his real driver's
license out of the seat,

his real credit
cards and I thought,

"Well, I never knew
he was two people.

"Maybe no one
else would find out."

Except I couldn't find
his stupid cell phone.

So, I left with the one I had and I
threw it in the ocean on my way home.

Why did you keep Eric's clothes?

They're nice.

His stuff is nice.

I'm sorry about the girl.

She came downstairs and saw me.

I am so sorry about her.

So on paper you
transfer everyone

from Priority Homicide to
the Counterterrorism Bureau.

You guys don't have the
mandated training for that.

See, sir, that's the best part.

The federal government will
actually pay you to bring us up to code.

Thousands of dollars per person,

which you could add
to your budget shortfalls.

Well,

that's...

That's fantastic.

So officially, you would all be
transferred to the Counterterrorism Bureau,

which would satisfy the state.

But in actuality, I could just loan
you right back to Priority Homicide.

Exactly, sir, because you only
need more people in Counterterrorism

when the threat level goes up.

I mean, if you were to transfer them
there permanently, you'd just be...

I'm paying people to stand
around most of the time.

Yeah, I hate that.

You know, Sergeant, for
bureaucrats, this plan of yours is

the equivalent of
turning water into wine.

My only question is, why are you here
suggesting it instead of Chief Johnson?

Well, sir, I thought she might like
this idea better if she thought it was...

My idea.

Well, I see you've worked out every
detail, including who she's going to blame.

That's real genius.

All right, say I do this,

your chief is still spending
like a madwoman.

Now, it's not good for one
division to have everything

- while everyone else is cutting back.
- I completely agree, sir, and I will do

everything I can to remind
her of that along the way.

It's very impressive, Sergeant.

It's...

Really, it's very impressive.

- Thank you, sir. Thank you so much.
- Thank you.

- I'll just... Okay.
- Yeah, I'll hang onto this.

Thank you, sir.

Oh.

- Hey!
- Hey!

You brought in all your
stuff from the garage.

I did.

Come see! Come see!

There's a barbecue
in the bathroom.

Honey, do you think that my
books will look better if I put

the shelving up around the ceiling
in here, or should I try the kitchen?

Actually, don't go in there yet.
That room's still a little crowded.

Okay. Okay. Okay.

Okay, you win.

I think we should put this
little house on the market

and find someplace else to live.

You sure?

I only want to do this if
you're ready to move on.

Well, I...

Honestly, I do
hate change a lot.

Change is... It's
just... It's bad.

But?

But...

But I think it's important,

in a relationship like ours,

to keep all our
stuff in one place.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Honey?

Do I have to help you
put all this stuff back?

Yeah. Absolutely.

Maybe not tonight.

English -SDH