The Closer (2005–2012): Season 3, Episode 6 - Dumb Luck - full transcript

Seriously, I just need to get
a couple of things out of there.

Can I just go in and get it really
quick? I just need, like, two things.

Can I just grab... They're right there.
I can see them. They're right there.

I don't understand
why I can't go in there.

(SIREN WAILING)

- Okay, I got it.
- Okay.

Make sure you get a
shot of the body over there.

(SIREN WAILING)

What took everybody so long?

911 received a call around
9:00 p.m. that some guy

was getting strangled to death in the
Toyota section of the parking lot here.



Now, you guys pop in about 30
minutes after I find the victim's car!

- Excuse me, sir, where is the Chief?
- She's right over there.

I'd recognize those
legs anywhere.

PROVENZA: Hey,
she's not feeling well.

- Chief, are you okay?
- No, I'm hot and I have a fever.

And the cold medicine I took is
making me dizzy and nauseated.

And y'all are incredibly late.

(EXHALES)

This is off of our victim, who
was garroted from behind.

Lieutenant Provenza
has the murder weapon.

Glen Cooper, 31. North
Hollywood address.

Business card says he's a personal
trainer. There's over $50 in here.

Okay, so it's not robbery.
So, why are we here?

Robbery/Homicide received
five new cases this weekend,



so Commander Taylor
asked us to help out.

Now, if y'all could get
started on something

and allow me to talk to Sergeant
Gabriel alone for a moment, please?

(PANTING)

- So, you're mad at me? Is that it?
- No.

I'm confused. I called
you and nobody answered.

Do you see what
I'm wearing here?

Or did you not read the
schedule I gave you this morning?

- Where'd you put it?
- In your hand.

Well, what was
it? What did it say?

It said that we were completing weapons
of mass destruction training tonight.

That our division deadline is
Friday the 26th, two days from now.

So, that's all finished, then?

No. No, we're not finished. We
were 17 minutes short of finishing

when you apparently
demanded that we be sent to you.

Now, the whole squad has to start the
training over again from the beginning.

Why is this even necessary?

Because the federal
government gives us a subsidy

for each person that
completes the training.

- So it's Pope's budget stuff?
- Yes, it is.

(SIGHS)

- Shouldn't you be in bed?
- No.

I should be having
a word with the valet.

(EXHALES)

I didn't see anything. I'm
in and out of cars all night.

And I was in one when I
pulled around and the officer,

he told me that some
guy got killed over there.

And that... Well, no cars could
go out. And that's not good.

I mean, look at how
many angry customers.

- My uncle, he's gonna be really upset.
- Your uncle?

Yeah, he owns the lot.

I need to either bring people their
cars or give them their keys back.

What is he doing?

Is that how it's done here?
You park people's cars,

and then bring them back
or give them their keys?

According to the
placement of the vehicle.

That's mine.

The victim's keys were by his
body. He was walking to his car

when someone put a
razor wire around his neck

and sawed through his
jugular. And you saw nothing?

No. Now, I'm sorry.

I must have been looking
the other way or something.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Dr. Morales, I am so sorry
I'm late. I wasn't feeling well.

Hi, Terrence.

Sorry to hear you're sick.
You want me to check you out?

Sorry, that didn't sound right.

Actually, Doctor, I am
feeling a little weird.

And the cold medicine I took, it
seems to be making my heart race.

- Is that normal?
- Okay, first, stay over there.

Because whatever
you have, I don't want it.

Sorry.

- You wanna know my symptoms?
- Do you have insurance?

- Yes, I do.
- Then see your own doctor.

If you end up dying, I
promise to find out why.

May I see you for
a moment, please?

Well, I'm just about to
head into an examination.

Let me rephrase that rhetorical
question. I want to speak with you now.

(DOOR CLOSING)

Sergeant Gabriel just informed me you
pulled your squad out of WMD training.

That's right, because
murder takes precedent

over people walking
around in HAZMAT suits.

We seriously need the
money the feds give us

for bringing your squad
into WMD compliance.

And I seriously need to find someone
who garrotes people in parking lots.

Which is more important?
Besides, you and I both know

that my team isn't going anywhere where
those stupid HAZMAT suits are necessary.

Priority Homicide must be
brought up to WMD qualification.

There is no way around that.

So I've rescheduled
the training for tomorrow.

- Tomorrow?
- Yeah.

Well, what if I don't solve the
murder by then? No. No way.

Or you can lose one member of your
squad permanently to Counterterrorism?

(SOFTLY) Why do you
keep threatening me with that?

And when I'm sick, too.

She's a little
spitfire, isn't she?

The garrote killed him. But
these marks on his back...

Look to be from a TASER.

Someone zapped your vic
to take the fight out of him.

Not a bad plan. Buff guy here.

Also, Mr. Cooper had dinner less
than an hour before he was killed.

Maybe at an Italian restaurant.
Looks like pumpkin ravioli.

I don't often find
it this time of year.

Some risotto, lots of bread.

Sure this guy was a fitness
instructor? That's an awful lot of carbs.

It also looks like he had at
least a half a bottle of red wine.

And a dozen raw oysters.

Sounds romantic, doesn't it?

Cooper's credit
cards are maxed out.

So he didn't charge anything
the night he was killed.

But here's
something interesting.

Up until last week, he made
daily withdrawals of $500,

the maximum allowed
with his ATM card.

According to my math,
that's almost $20,000 in cash.

- Why would he need that much money?
- Blackmail.

Expensive drug habit.

- Any information on our 911 call?
- A recording's on the way.

The owner of the phone,
who denies making the call,

says that he was at a nearby restaurant
having dinner at the time of the murder.

Three Italian restaurants in the
vicinity of where Mr. Muscles was found.

Two serve raw oysters.

But only one, Il Primo, had
pumpkin ravioli on the menu last night.

A special.

And a waiter recognized
our victim from his DMV photo.

Said he had a hot blonde
with him. And the babe paid.

Please, please,
hold your applause.

Ta da...

A copy of the hot
blonde's credit card receipt.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

(SCATTERED APPLAUSE)

And the name on the credit card?

(CLEARS THROAT)

(DOORBELL RINGING)

- Tiffany Lewis?
- Yes.

I'm Deputy Chief Brenda Leigh Johnson,
LAPD. And this is Sergeant David Gabriel.

Payback from when I sent Susan
the fireman stripper. Is that it?

Actually, Mrs. Lewis, we're here
to talk to you about Glen Cooper.

Did you tell Maria to put
the vodka in the freezer?

Excuse me. What is it, honey?

Did you tell Maria to put
the vodka in the freezer?

- I did, Bob. Aren't I a good girl?
- Who are they?

Mormons.

(WHISPERING) Remember
we're going out to dinner tonight.

I know. Very exciting.

So I take it that the oysters and red
wine that you had at Il Primo last night

were not with your husband?

I can't talk about this right now.
Can you maybe just go away?

Sure, as long as you promise to come
downtown to my office in, say, two hours.

We can continue this
in a more private setting.

I'm kind of busy right now.

- Or I can come back. It's your choice.
- Oh.

What am I supposed to tell my
husband about where I'm going?

Whatever you usually
tell him, Mrs. Lewis.

(BELL DINGING)

What now, Mr. Howard?

I'm sorry to bother you
again. I need another ETA

on when you think the doctor
might be ready to see Miss Johnson.

Any moment. Just a little
more patience, please, okay?

Cool.

Really soon.

We have been waiting 45 minutes.

That's why they
call it a waiting room.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Deputy Chief Johnson.

Yes, Sergeant.

Oh.

All right, I'll be there
as soon as I can. Bye.

Brenda, wait. Hey,
hey, you're sick.

I'm feeling fine now.

And I only have 24 hours to finish this
case before my squad has to play war games.

And, honestly, it
is just a little cold.

You don't have a runny
nose. You don't have a cough.

The cold medicine keeps
that from happening.

Look, just don't worry.

If I get another
fever, we'll see.

I'll see you at home.

(FRITZ SIGHING)

NURSE: Sir. Sir. You
can't go back there.

Chief? Tiffany Lewis's
credit card statements.

I faxed Glen Cooper's picture to
the other restaurants where they ate.

And last night's meal wasn't
their first dinner for two.

Plus there are several
five-star hotel charges.

All here in town.

Well, thank you.

All right then, Mrs. Lewis.

Okay, I admit it.

You admit to what, exactly?

I'm having an affair with
Glen. I know I shouldn't be,

but I didn't know that it
was illegal in California.

Honestly, I think that I'm being
picked on for some reason.

(SIGHING)

Mrs. Lewis, it isn't against
the law to have an affair.

- Really?
- Really.

Oh, my God. You don't know
how you guys just scared me.

I almost peed a little.

You're not gonna tell
my husband, are you?

I mean, he has a temper. And I
didn't mean to start having an affair.

It just happened. And
then it kept happening.

I think it's because guys just
wanna have sex with me, damn it.

As long as you completely cooperate, I
see no reason to inform your husband.

Thank God. Our
prenup's really bad for me.

When you and Mr. Cooper were
leaving the restaurant last night,

did you notice
anything suspicious?

Oh, I wouldn't
know. Let me think.

We left the restaurant.
He walked me to my car.

He kissed me good night. And
I went home. Seems normal.

You didn't valet your car?

Last time I valeted my car,
the attendant guy stole my pot.

So I don't valet anymore.

Are you sure your husband
didn't know about your affair?

Oh, no. If he knew that Glen
and I were screwing around,

Bob would be just furious. Why
are you so interested in all this?

Well, I'm sorry to tell you this, Tiffany,
but last night Glen Cooper was murdered

- in a parking lot outside the restaurant...
- Murdered?

You mean, like,
somebody killed him?

- Yes, I'm so sorry.
- No.

- There must be a mistake. That's wrong!
- We're very sorry, Mrs. Lewis.

(TIFFANY WHIMPERING)

Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh,
my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

Oh, my God! Oh,
my God! Oh, my God!

(WAILING)

Chief, we got confirmation
that during the murder,

when the 911 call was made,

the owner of this cell phone was sitting
at the chef's table at Chez Bohemia.

He claims his cell phone was in his car
in the same lot where the body was found.

Doing the prints right now.

Only one other person had access to
that phone during the time of murder.

Our valet parker, Kenny Woods.

I just dumped him in the Interview
Room with Provenza. So what did I miss?

Hot, married girlfriend of
the victim, named Tiffany.

I think she wanted me.

Well, thank you, Detective
Sanchez, for keeping us up to date.

Perhaps you can find out where
Tiffany's husband was last night

and what he was doing
during the time of the murder?

More about Mr. Woods, please.

Okay, I spoke to Mr. Lang, the owner
of the parking lot where Kenny works.

And when I asked him
about the Toyota section,

which is where the 911 caller
said someone was being murdered,

Mr. Lang laughed.

He said the only one who has a
Toyota section is his nephew, Kenny.

He also says that Kenny has
obsessive compulsive disorder,

which is a fancy way of
saying he's a control freak.

Now, he takes some medication for
it. I could find out the name if you like.

No thanks, Lieutenant.

Does Mr. Woods have a previous
relationship with the LAPD?

Seems our valet doesn't like it

when people pull out of his
parking lot the wrong way.

Whatever the hell that means.

LAPD picked him up for two little
dust-ups with some customers.

And our little weirdo
is sticking to his story.

Well, then, I'll have to make his stay
here very welcoming, then, won't I?

Thank you, Lieutenants.

WOMAN: 911. What
is your emergency?

MAN: I just saw somebody
strangle somebody

in the Toyota section
of the parking lot.

And what is your location, sir?

- Lang's Valet, east of Grand.
- Emergency vehicles are...

There are more than a few similarities
between this caller and you, Kenny.

He reports a man being murdered in
the Toyota section of your parking lot.

And he made the
call on this cell phone,

which happened to be locked in
one of the cars that you valeted.

- I didn't... I didn't make any...
- The caller also stammers.

I didn't make any call.

These are the fingerprints that were found
on the cell phone that made the 911 call.

And these are your
fingerprints. They match.

Maybe the phone was
on the seat and I moved it.

Now, you got a bit of a
temper, don't you, Kenny boy?

Rap sheet says here that
you've been picked up twice

for some pretty nasty
arguments with customers.

I do not have a
temper! It's just...

There's a certain way that cars
need to be put in and brought out.

And other people,

they don't always understand
the challenges of valet parking.

Did the man who had his
throat cut in your lot last night

not understand those challenges?

- Did you two argue?
- What? No! Seriously.

Why would you think
such things about me?

Because you're not
telling me the truth, Kenny!

And I have to consider why.

And one possibility is
that you killed Mr. Cooper

because he interfered
with the way you ran the lot.

I made the call, okay?

But I didn't kill him.

I'm not saying anything
else until after I floss.

I can't say anything else. I
need to brush my teeth and floss.

Why can't you say anything
else? You made the call.

You saw Glen Cooper die.
Did you see the killer, too?

- Were you threatened in some way?
- No.

Mr. Cooper was attacked.

So you grabbed a set of keys
and you locked yourself in a car.

And the killer threatened
you as you drove away.

- Is that it? Can you identify him?
- No.

No. No. No.

I'm sorry. Can I just park cars?

- The answer to that, Kenny, is yes.
- Okay.

Because I can't compel
you to tell me anything.

Good.

Just remember one thing,

killers don't like leaving
eyewitnesses around.

Especially ones who've
been talking to the police.

So you be careful in
your parking lot tonight.

Wait! Don't you
have to protect me?

- From who?
- From that guy!

- So we're looking for a man?
- Oh, God.

What did he look like, Kenny?
How big was he? How old?

No. No. No. No. No. No.

No.

(GRUNTS)

He'll kill me if I
talk. Oh, my God.

Look.

I think I'd rather
just stay here tonight.

Please.

I'll see if I can
pull some strings.

Thank you.

(SIGHS)

I know I should've
rescheduled with the doctor,

but I think I've figured
out what's going on here.

Palpitations, fever, feeling faint. You
have a diagnosis that covers all that?

Cold medicine plus stress.

Okay,

(CLEARS THROAT)

lowering your pressure
at work couldn't have hurt.

But you still have to see a doctor,
because I don't think stress causes fevers.

That's from the cold, which
is on its way out. I can tell.

So...

Let's talk about the anxiety.
You deal with murders all the time.

And it doesn't usually
get you this stressed out.

So, what's up?

Budget issues. Pope's making...

He's making my squad go through
weapons of mass destruction training

for some federal subsidies.

Eight hours in those
ridiculous HAZMAT suits.

Starting tomorrow,

they're all gonna be running
around some potential terrorist target,

leaving me to solve this
murder completely on my own.

With Provenza.

Who I guess is too old for WMD.

It's just...

You see how upsetting
that is? Do you see it?

Right. Okay.

You know, I think I know a
way you can work the murder

and keep your whole
team all in the same place.

The floor of this building is not
a proper place for WMD training.

Well, according to your
qualification manual,

which is what I'm going by,

"Any emergency training to be
completed by said group may be conducted

"in any and all government
owned and operated venues,

"not excluding those
which might, themselves,

"be targets in a terrorist attack."
That sounds like Parker Center to me.

You're deliberately
misinterpreting the text.

But just so you know, for the
next seven hours and 38 minutes,

this squad is mine. If
that headgear comes off,

if I see one person's face,
even a fingernail, no qualification.

And at some point, we have to rescue
someone. I'll leave when up to you.

Chief, Chief, don't worry. I'm
gonna take the lead here. It'll be good.

Mr. Cox, I'm happy to
help you in any way I can.

I could do that more effectively
if I could talk to my squad.

Use this. They're
on channel four.

(SIGHS)

Really, making me use that
radio system, it complicates my job.

And what about my job?

(FEEDBACK ON RADIO)

Which is to ensure
this squad knows

what measures to take in the event
of, say, I don't know, a nuclear disaster.

Sir, this is a homicide
division, not a bomb squad.

Well, according to the
paperwork I have, it's both.

What paperwork?

What is he talking...
What is he talking about?

- What is he talking about?
- We just need to finish training.

- Chief, I checked into...
- Detective Sanchez,

- use your inside voice, please.
- Sorry.

I checked into Tiffany's husband,
Bob. Night before last, he has an alibi.

- Out to dinner.
- DANIELS: And I looked into his finances.

He's an efficiency expert with a
highly successful consulting firm.

And his prenup with
Tiffany, watertight.

TAO: I did a phone dump on the
Lewis's landlines and cell phones.

Calls from Mrs. Lewis to Glen Cooper,
but nothing else out of the ordinary,

like private detectives
or divorce attorneys.

Tiffany charged her affair
on their joint credit cards.

It's all over their statements.

Lieutenant Tao, could you please
check Mr. Lewis's office lines?

Thank you. And
Lieutenant Provenza...

Lieutenant Provenza, how's
our parking attendant doing?

Oh, he's still here.
Robbery/Homicide's watching him for us.

Look, alibi or not...

Alibi or not, I think that
we should have Mr. Lewis,

Tiffany's husband,
pop in for a visit.

But I can't send any of
you to go pick him up.

And I can't send Lieutenant
Provenza by himself.

Oh, this is a nightmare.

Sergeant Gabriel, what did Mr. Cox mean
when he says according to his paperwork,

y'all are Priority Homicide
and a bomb squad?

Okay. Chief, now, don't get mad.

My entire Division is officially part of
the LAPD's Counterterrorism Bureau?

- Well, not Provenza.
- When were you gonna tell me about this?

Look, it's only a paper change. It's
so minor, I didn't think you'd notice.

There are five people walking
around my murder room

in noisy plastic suits.
How could I not notice?

You know, honestly, when
Sergeant Gabriel came up

with the idea for
these transfers,

to save your section from
budget cuts, by the way,

I thought you'd be happy.
What are you doing?

I'm dizzy and my
heart's pounding.

It only happens when
I get really, really mad.

I thought it was a reaction
to my cold medicine.

Have we established that
you actually have a cold?

I've been getting
fevers. I don't know.

Have you considered
seeing a doctor?

When do I have
time to do that, Will?

If Lieutenant Provenza and I are
the entire Priority Homicide Division,

and I have to do everything myself
without any help from anybody?

- Budget cuts. And I'm not overreacting!
- All right, calm down. Don't overreact.

- Excuse me, is this a bad time?
- No, Chief Johnson was just leaving.

Actually, it was her
who I came to speak to.

We've been watching
this Kenny, your valet guy.

We just pulled in this Bob Lewis character
who Sergeant Gabriel asked me to pick up.

I was wondering what you want
us to do with the two of them?

Thank you, Commander,
for all your help.

If you could please make
sure that Kenny Woods makes it

into the electronics room
with Lieutenant Provenza.

And set up Mr. Lewis in
one of our interview rooms.

That would be very
helpful. Excuse me.

Why am I here? Do I need
to have my lawyer meet me?

Well, if you really think that
waiting for legal representation

is the best use of your time,
Mr. Lewis, we could certainly do that.

But knowing that you're
an efficiency expert,

I wrote down all the questions
that I wanted to ask you.

I thought maybe that
you could look them over

and decide about whether
or not you wanted a lawyer.

Let's just get this over with.

"Where were..."

"Where were you the night before
last?" That's Wednesday, the 24th.

Business dinner at Mastro's.

If you want further details, I'll
have my assistant e-mail you.

Okay. "Do you harm the war?"

You're kidding, right?

"Do you know this man?"

- What man?
- Oh, sorry.

Here, this man.

Oh, yeah, that's my wife's fitness
trainer. Jeff or Chuck or something.

- Actually, his name is Glen Cooper.
- Oh, that's right. Glen.

And he was found dead the
night of the 24th outside Il Primo,

a restaurant downtown.

That's too bad.

Tiffany was really
tightening up her stomach.

What is this last question?
"Do you know about the affect?"

Affair.

That's seriously supposed
to be an 'R'? That is illegible.

Wait a minute. What affair?

You recognize
him? Is this the guy?

The only way we can keep you safe,
Kenny, is if you help us catch the killer.

So is this the guy or not?

No. No. That's not him.

Do you think someone could swing by
my house and get my electric toothbrush?

I'm supposed to use it two minutes
in the morning, two minutes at night.

Also, my floss. Mint, waxed.
You can get that at any drug store.

Yeah, I'll get right on that.

(CHUCKLING NERVOUSLY)

You didn't notice all of these
charges on your credit cards?

I have a business manager
who takes care of the bills.

I hire a lot of people
to do a lot of things.

Well, I hope she got
her money's worth.

- So, are we done here?
- Yes, sir.

- Hey Chief, I looked into the...
- Chief! I am...

I am so sorry that you had to
find out about this transfer this way.

We all thought Chief Pope had
already told you about his decision.

Chief Pope's decision?

Sergeant, even with
your face covered up

and your voice distorted
by that stupid mask,

you are still a terrible
liar. Now, stick to the case.

I looked into Lewis's
story and, in fact,

he was at Mastro's having
dinner at the time of the murder.

That's no surprise. He doesn't
strike me as the type of guy

who could bring down
someone like Mr. Cooper.

Well, a TASER
could even things out.

Does he seem like the type
of guy that owns a TASER?

No, but...

No, but he seems
like the kind of guy

who would hire someone
who owns a TASER.

We still need a rescue of some
kind. And I'm not planning it.

As soon as I'm done with
this murder, I'll get right on that.

Great. And remember, these
people need to demonstrate

they can save someone from
one, a life threatening attack,

two, a riot or three,
a natural catastrophe.

I leave it to you to decide how that's done.
You have three hours and six minutes left.

Lieutenant Tao. Lieutenant Tao,
I need to know what's going on

with the Lewis' phones
and computers, please.

- Okay, starting from the beginning...
- No, no, no. The end.

Quick, like a bunny.

Last Tuesday, a call was
placed from Bob Lewis's office

to the cell phone
of an Eric Ellis. Now,

- Eric Ellis is not one of our finest citizens.
- Excuse me, Chief.

Ellis has a record.

A few B-and-Es, a couple of
assaults, presently unemployed.

Which makes the $10,000
deposited into his bank account

- on the 22nd, so interesting.
- Could be payment for a hit.

Which is why Taylor's
guys pulled him in for us.

Here's Ellis's record with his
booking photo for handy reference.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Oh, for heaven's
sakes. Sit down.

Mr. Ellis, I need to speak
to you about where you were

at 9:00 last
Wednesday, the 24th.

- You mean Wednesday the 25th.
- No, I mean Wednesday the 24th.

Two nights ago.

Well, I think I was at
the gym on the 25th.

It's the 24th, sir. And can
anyone substantiate that?

Oh, you mean an alibi, right? Yeah.
People saw me Wednesday night.

Would one of those people
happen to have been Mr. Bob Lewis?

I never heard of no one by
the name of Bob Lewis ever.

Really? Well, Mr. Lewis's
phone records indicate otherwise.

And when I spoke to him earlier
about the murder of Glen Cooper...

- You spoke to Mr. Lewis about a murder?
- Yes.

So Mr. Lewis isn't dead?

Now you've got it.

- So who got killed?
- (SPEAKING SLOWLY) Glen Cooper.

Mr. Lewis's wife's boyfriend.

- On Wednesday the 25th.
- It's Wednesday the 24th!

Can I see a calendar?

Can you explain that whole
lawyer thing to me again?

You said you weren't gonna
tell my husband about the affair.

It was unavoidable. I'm sorry.

What am I supposed to do? I
told you about Bob's temper.

Why don't you
stay here for a while

until we're able to
deal with your husband?

And Lieutenant Provenza,
if you could ask Taylor

to take Kenny Woods
to the restroom for awhile

and put Mrs. Lewis into
Interview Room number one.

- Yes, ma'am.
- Thank you.

My pleasure.

I'm working real hard on
getting you an attorney,

but it would help me a lot if I
could take your picture. Is that okay?

Oh. Sure.

No, please stand.

Thank you. If you could
walk over there to the corner.

And that's very nice.

Now, sort of slump
against the wall

and then slide down to...

The floor.

That's good. Now,
stretch your legs out.

Good. Now, close your eyes,
put your chin on your chest.

Good.

Now, don't move.

Thank you. Thank you so much.

Mr. Cox.

I beg your pardon, I seem to be having
trouble communicating with my squad.

I wondered if you might
want to take a look at that?

Radio check.

- I'll be back in one minute.
- Sure.

(DOOR OPENING)

Take off...

(SHOUTING) Take off
this ridiculous helmet!

And the suit! All of
it! For heaven's sakes.

Chief, this could end
the entire training session.

Well, some things are more
important, Lieutenant Tao.

Now, Buzz, I need you to put
on this hat and that suit. Hurry.

You want me to go out there
and pretend to be Lieutenant Tao?

Yes. Exactly.

Do I have to
over-explain everything?

- Hey.
- No, just nod.

But you have to do it quickly

before Mr. Cox realizes
that Lieutenant Tao is gone.

I don't know about this, Chief.

As long as Mr. Cox
thinks that Buzz is you...

He thinks he's someone
else on Wednesday the 25th.

You mean Wednesday the 24th?

No, Lieutenant, I mean
Wednesday the 25th.

Lieutenant, I took a picture
and I need you to help me with it.

It's fixed. Looks as if
someone took out the battery.

Oh, for heaven's sakes. How
did that happen, I wonder?

Me, too.

Good news, Mr. Woods. I believe
we found the man responsible

for the murder you may
or may not have witnessed.

No. No. I don't
wanna look at them.

I don't need you to
give me an ID anymore.

I just want you to feel
safe going back to work.

I want you to take a
look at these photos

and let me know if anything
jumps out at you. And then...

The floss is all
yours. Waxed. Mint.

You can use it all the way
home to your electric toothbrush.

Photos.

This one.

- When did this happen?
- Oh, that happened this morning.

Yeah. That...

That's the guy.

I was parking an '07 Highlander
when I pulled around, and they were...

And this guy, he wrapped
something around the other guy's neck.

And he pulled hard.

And I just, I...

So you found a phone in
the car that you were parking.

And I called 911.

Then he saw me, and he ran over.

And I froze.

He banged on the window,
and he started screaming

that he was gonna kill me
if I told anyone what I saw.

Then I heard sirens,
and then he ran away.

Thank you.

Just checking to make
sure you're all right.

Do you need anything?

No. I think I'm okay.

I don't know.
Maybe I'm not okay.

Well, you can
cry if you want to.

I don't want my make
up to get all ruined.

But it's hard.

Glen was really nice to me.

And I know guys are nice when
they want something, you know?

Or maybe you don't know.

But Glen really cared about
me. And now he's gone.

And I have no idea when Bob's
gonna let me come back home.

- Maybe I don't even wanna go.
- Well, maybe you don't have to.

We've looked into
your husband's story.

And the night that Glen was
killed, on Wednesday the 24th...

You mean Wednesday the 25th.

No, Tiffany, I mean
Wednesday the 24th.

And you're the second person
in an hour to make that mistake.

The other person was Eric Ellis.
The man who murdered your boyfriend.

But I don't think he meant to kill Glen.
I think he meant to kill your husband.

That way, you could be with Glen

and not have to worry
about that messy prenup.

Don't I get any Fourth or
Fifth Amendment somethings?

Yes, you do.

You have, for example,
the right to remain silent.

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 an attorney,

the court will appoint one for you.
Do you understand what I'm saying?

You're going to arrest me for
attempting to murder my husband?

No, I'm not.

I would have, of course,

if the stupid hit man
hadn't made a mistake

about what night to follow
you and your husband to dinner.

Well, that might have been my
fault. I'm not so good with numbers.

But the money you paid Eric
Ellis to murder your husband,

that came from Glen, right?

So you wouldn't be connected
to your husband's murder.

It's so unfair. Glen ended
up paying for his own death.

I really feel like
I let him down.

Did you pay Mr. Ellis up-front?

What do I look like, an
idiot? I only gave him half.

After you told me Glen was killed,
I called and canceled everything.

And I asked for my money back.

I should check my messages. I bet you
that blockhead finally returned my calls.

I'd hold off on
that if I were you.

You only get one call, and you
might wanna use it to contact a lawyer.

What? But you said... All
right, now wait a minute, lady!

You told me that I wasn't in
trouble for trying to kill my husband.

That's right.

But you are under arrest for
what happened to Glen Cooper,

- which is murder in the first degree.
- I didn't hire that guy to kill Glen!

I hired him to kill my husband!
And he didn't even do it!

This is a tapestry of
justice. That's what it is.

A complete tapestry.

You! Stupid hit
man! Stupid! Stupid!

- You're the stupid person.
- You were supposed to kill my husband!

- My husband!
- I thought he was your husband!

- You kissed him!
- I don't kiss my husband, you idiot!

(SCREAMING)

He's alive? He's
supposed to be dead!

(SCREAMING)

Riot!

Man down! Man down!
Rescue operation in...

You're next!

- You're next, Tiffany! You're next!
- TIFFANY: No, you're next, meathead!

What the hell is going on here?

WMD training. It's winding down.

Time. Qualification
has been achieved.

You may all remove your
gear, and sign the Q log, please.

It's okay, Tao. You can
take your helmet off now.

You're Michael Tao?

That's Lieutenant Michael Tao.

He's adopted.

Brenda.

- Hello.
- Brenda, this is Dr. Jackson.

- Dr. Jackson, this is Brenda.
- Hello.

Since we got a
little busy yesterday,

Agent Howard thought I
should stop by, see how you feel.

Just one second.

- Can I talk to you for a moment please?
- Excuse me.

I really...

I don't wanna do this right now.

Well, I do.

Okay.

Why don't you have a seat and
relax? I'll call for you when I'm ready.

(EXHALES)

(CAT MEOWING)

English -SDH