The Closer (2005–2012): Season 3, Episode 9 - Blindsided - full transcript

- So.
- Officer-involved shootings

often bring up
feelings of remorse

and/or guilt, even if the
officer's life was threatened.

How have you been
feeling since the attack?

- Any nightmares?
- No, I'm fine.

Well, I haven't been
sleeping much lately,

but that's perfectly normal for someone
going through early onset menopause.

Which I might be,
according to my doctor.

- Any flashbacks?
- No. Just the occasional hot flash.

So, you're fine. Nothing
major going on in your life?

Yes. No. Well, no. Not really.



My parents are
coming to town today.

And my daddy's
never met Fritz, so...

- Who's Fritz?
- My boyfriend.

Fiancé. We just got engaged.

Oh, my... My ring's in my purse.

I'm getting it sized.

And I'm... We're buying a house.

So, then, other than

possible early onset menopause,

getting engaged, having
your parents come into town,

buying a new house, and
being attacked with a cattle prod

then shooting and
killing your assailant,

there's nothing significant
happening in your life?

Why do you have
to say it like that?



So I'm done? I can go?

That's up to you.

Brenda, if you're ever feeling
unfine, come back and see me.

I will. Thank you.

So, I...

Thank you. Bye.

- It was very helpful.
- Good.

You're always saying I need to
listen to outside opinions more,

and the opinion of our best psychiatrist
is that I'm ready to go back to work.

Really? Ready for work?
That's what she said?

Yeah. More or less.

"To Chief Pope. From
Dr. Leonard. Re: you.

"Deputy Chief Johnson is not
fit for full investigative duties.

"She is exhausted,
disconnected, distracted,

"and in denial of
deep emotional issues.

"Allowing Deputy Chief Johnson to
resume a full workload could put her

"and other members
of the LAPD at risk."

Well, that is just nuts!

According to the
department shrink, so are you.

But since making you stay at
home will only make matters worse,

Greg Pierson, a
reporter for Channel 8,

wants to do an investigative
piece on the LAPD.

(GROANING)

I know. But this is a good one.

He wants to draw attention

to how overburdened
and understaffed we are,

and that's a story we
need to get out there.

So, you want me to
talk to this reporter?

I was thinking a ride-along
with the Deputy Chief

and head of Priority Homicide

might be a nice
gesture of cooperation.

Pick Pierson up at his
office. And, Brenda, I know.

He looks like a ninth
grader, but he's very sharp.

So please keep your answers
as simple and clear as possible.

Are you seriously giving me advice
on how to handle an interview?

Yes, I am. Just please
don't make news.

Hmm.

(SIGHS)

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Hey, Fritzy!

Where are you? You were
supposed to be home by now.

I'm at work. What are you doing?

What am I doing? I'm trying to clean up
this place before your parents get here.

No, no, no. Don't clean up.

I'll do that when I get home, which
will be a little bit later than I thought.

Wait, wait, wait. No, Bren.

You're not suggesting that I pick up your
dad, who I have never met, all by myself?

You met my mother.
She'll introduce you.

- Brenda, Brenda, Brenda.
- Look, don't worry.

My daddy has a great sense
of humor. And my mother,

she's just going to be reading signs
all the way back to the hotel, anyway.

Just let them drop
their bags, check in, and

I'll meet you at
home later. Okay?

- No, you can't...
- I promise.

And don't say anything
about the engagement. Okay?

- No! Wait!
- Love you.

(DIAL TONE DRONING)

- Hello, Sergeant.
- Hi, Chief. Good to see you back.

Yoo-hoo! Lieutenant Provenza?

Pope asked me to drive
you and Greg Pierson around

to free you up to
talk to them, so...

Pope? He's your buddy now, huh?

You don't have to
call him Chief Pope?

I suppose he assigned
you to baby-sit me?

Where y'all going?

- Nowhere.
- Has there been a homicide?

Yeah. And this one's
pretty interesting too, Chief.

Dead body found inside a room
that's locked from the outside.

Now, inside, there are
no windows and no locks.

- Really?
- No.

Some Academy
Award-winning writer

found dead in the Hollywood
Hills. Probably OD'd.

It was only a nomination.
He didn't actually win.

Um...

You want to come along?

- What's the address?
- No!

If you give her that address, I swear
to God I will tell Pope. Chief Pope.

Sorry, Chief.

- Well, I'm driving.
- Actually...

Should we be
talking or something?

Just do what you normally
do. Pretend we're not even here.

Does he really need to
film the back of my head?

Just act natural.

She is.

Maybe we should just stop by
the crime scene for one minute.

No. No!

What I'm really hoping
for here, you guys,

is a sense of how
outnumbered you are.

Now, I did a little research.
I got a couple of addresses.

Supposed to be gathering
places for one of the local gangs.

"Washington and Ridgeley."

Take Franklin. It's faster.

Franklin is not even on the way.

Franklin takes us into the
Hills, and we are not going there.

That was a bit of a letdown.

Maybe the next address
will be a little more exciting.

Now, if you don't
mind my asking,

what makes a
homicide a priority?

I mean, how do you
prioritize murders, anyway?

Well, three bodies or more.

Critical missings with children.

Homicides involving
high-profile individuals.

Actually, you guys sometimes have more
to do with that determination than we do.

You know, maybe we should just
check and see if there's an example

of one of these
high-profile cases.

Maybe not.

So, essentially,
rich white people

are considered more
important than poor minorities?

No, sir. Just seems that way
because of the media coverage.

Does the LAPD also have Priority
divisions for theft or for rape?

Well, I'm not really qualified to
answer some of your questions,

but if you really want
to see how we work,

we should just take you
to a Priority crime scene.

Sergeant Gabriel, you
know the address, I presume.

Chief Pope has suggested we let
Mr. Pierson direct our route today.

Would you like me to call
in and ask him if he wants...

(GUN FIRING)

Down!

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTING)

532-H. Officer needs help.

Shots fired. We're
at the corner of...

Damn it. Santa Fe.

400 South. Need help now!

- Send an ambulance now!
- Sergeant! I need a towel or something.

DISPATCHER ON RADIO: All units,
officer needs help. 400 South and Santa Fe.

- KEMBLE: Help him!
- Oh, my God.

- Oh, my God.
- KEMBLE: Help him.

Chief.

I know. I know, Sergeant.

(GRUNTING)

- GABRIEL: We need help! Now!
- It's all right. It's all right.

Santa Fe, 400 South!

It's gonna be okay.
Help is coming.

Send paramedics!
Please! Officer needs help!

Hang in there, man.
Just calm down, all right?

Just calm down. Just breathe.

- KEMBLE: Help him.
- Oh, my God!

Yoo-hoo!

Brenda!

No, wait, wait! Don't you...

Okay. I got you. I got you.

Oh...

Mr. Johnson, I'm sorry.
The cat was trying to...

- I'm sorry.
- A man ought to have a dog.

You can talk sense to a dog.

Where's Brenda? I thought
you said she'd be here by now.

Yeah, I did. She
must've hit some traffic.

Can I get you
something to drink?

- Iced tea.
- I don't think they have iced tea, Clay.

Of course, they have iced
tea! Everybody's got iced tea.

- Not in Los Angeles.
- Oh...

- Don't do that.
- I didn't say anything.

- You were going to.
- I have ice.

And I think I have tea.

You know, I think he
could really use a bourbon.

Bet they don't
even have bourbon.

Make it a double.
He's driving me crazy.

WILLIE RAY: Oh...

Are you all right?
What happened?

Oh, no. This blood is not mine.

This is Chad, and this is Roy.

They'll be staying
with us for a bit.

Oh, honey!

I'm fine. Mama, I'm fine.
I just... I need to shower.

- Daddy.
- Willie Ray, let her go.

(GASPS)

There are two SWAT
guys in the living room,

a black and white out
in front of the house.

Tell me what happened.

There was a shooting.

I tried to help the victim,
but he didn't make it.

Look, I don't want my
parents to worry about me.

And you shouldn't be in
here when they're out there!

Would someone mind
telling me what's going on?

- Roy?
- I'm sorry, ma'am. I'm not at liberty to say.

Say what? That someone
tried to shoot my daughter?

So you already know?

Of course. Just
not all the details.

Well, ma'am, your daughter
and Sergeant Gabriel weren't hit.

One of the passengers was killed.
The other one's going to make it.

Kitchen's clear.

So, as you can see, I'm fine.

Now, how are you and
Daddy getting along?

I don't know.

Where's your ring?

Oh, it's in my
purse. In evidence.

Sorry.

Look, please don't leave
my parents alone out there.

And, please, don't
tell them I got shot at.

You got shot at?

Yes! But they missed.

Look, now we got the SWAT
detail, so everything's going to be fine.

Please, just please
look after my parents.

Okay.

Okay.

(DOOR OPENING)

(DOOR CLOSING)

(SIGHS)

So, y'all ready to go to dinner?

Roy said someone
was trying to kill you.

- Sorry, ma'am.
- You had no choice, son.

We're staying here.

No, no, no. That's
not necessary.

Honey, we've already
canceled the hotel.

Roy sent a squad car
to pick up our luggage.

I'll cook something.

No! We're going out to dinner!

Maybe we should take it easy.

No, I'm not going to
let this ruin our fun.

Just because we have
this silly SWAT detail,

doesn't mean that we can't
do what we were planning.

Like going to the
beach. And Chinatown.

Honey, the only sight
we're here to see is you.

Oh, all right then.

But y'all are going to
stay in my bedroom, okay?

Oh, no!

No, you're the
one that got shot at.

We'll sleep on the foldout.

The only question is,

where's Fritz going to sleep?

Oh. Well... Well, I...

We're going to
need a bigger board.

We've moved that writer
suicide over to Hollywood division,

so you all are on the
shooting full time now.

Chief Johnson believes that you
are the best detectives in the building.

So, prove her right.

Lieutenant Provenza, you're
in charge. What do you got?

Tao.

Uh...

Ballistics confirmed our
casings are .223 rounds.

M16, AR-15, some
kind of serious firepower.

- Probably gangs.
- Sanchez.

Santa Fe and Mateo.
That's not big gang territory.

But they do travel.

And she's ticked off plenty of
them over the past couple of years.

I've been on the line
with special investigators

at the county lockup
and the state prisons.

Now, they're following up
to see if any of their snitches

have heard anything
about a hit on a cop.

Flynn.

We're checking out everybody that
Chief Johnson has either arrested,

investigated or helped convict,

along with their
friends and families.

Starting with the most recent,

and are working our way back.

I'm expecting a
similar list from Atlanta.

What about D.C.? There were a
lot of people who hated her there.

Already contacted them.

All right. So, is that it?

No, sir. In about 20 minutes,
we are interviewing the witnesses.

Oh. Hello, Sergeant.

(CLEARING THROAT)

So, how you doing?

I'm...

I'm kind of pissed
at being shot at.

But how are you?

I'm so sorry.

- For what? You didn't do anything.
- I almost got you killed.

Oh, forget it, Chief. That's...

And I have been so mean to you!

Chief, really.
It's okay. I'm fine.

(PROVENZA CLEARING THROAT)

All right. Let's get
this over with, huh?

Here you go, Chief.

Um...

Who's going to interview who?

- Call it.
- Tails.

Heads. Come on, Gabriel.

(SIGHS)

FLYNN: So, look, Chief, if
this is a little awkward for you.

No, Lieutenant. Go right ahead.

When do I get my purse back?

Your purse? Your
purse is in evidence.

- Okay...
- So, do you have any leads?

- Anyone see the shooter's car?
- Whoa, whoa.

Time out. I'm more
interested right now

in your recollections.

Starting with what
route you took.

We were headed west on Santa Fe,

and Chief wanted to come
to your crime scene instead.

I wouldn't take her there.

Did you see where
the shots came from?

I felt it was coming
from my right side

and it sounded close.

But, I didn't... I
didn't see anything.

Nothing?

- Anything might help.
- No. I have been trying,

but I can't remember
seeing anything. Not a face,

not a color of a car. I don't even
know if there was a car there.

I should have been paying
more attention. I'm sorry.

It's okay, Sergeant.
Just take it easy.

Have you received
any death threats?

Had any unusual contact
with gang members,

- or subjects of a past investigation?
- No.

What about your love life? Dating anybody
who might have an angry ex-boyfriend?

Uh...

No ex-boyfriends that I know of.

But you are dating someone?

Yeah.

Does this somebody have a name?

Irene Daniels.

Detective Daniels?
Who knew about this?

Saw them at the movies.

How long have
you and she been...

About a year now.

And in that time, I haven't met any of
her exes, or she hasn't mentioned any.

Now, can we move on?

We were pulling away from a
stop sign, and I heard a loud report,

so I dropped down to the floor.

- And how many shots did you hear?
- Five.

Fifteen. Maybe 20.

How many times do I have
to say it? I heard five shots.

I remember counting five. I
told myself to be sure to count.

Seemed like it went on forever. And
there were some other noises. There was

some screaming.

- You're sure?
- Lieutenant, I'm positive.

TAYLOR: Pierson's cameraman
kept rolling the whole time.

Ma'am, are you sure
you want to see this?

Yes. Yes, I am.

Buzz, play it please.

GABRIEL: Pierson
direct our route today.

Would you like me to call
in and ask him if he wants...

(GUN FIRING)

GABRIEL: Down!

(GUN CONTINUES FIRING)

(SIGHS)

I could've sworn it was five.

Twenty-one shots were
fired, lasting 4.3 seconds.

Buzz, roll the
crime scene video.

- Buzz!
- TAYLOR: Now,

looks as though the shots
came from one position,

either a stationary or
a slow-moving vehicle.

Deputy Chief Johnson and
Sergeant Gabriel have blood on them,

none of which
appears to be theirs.

The casings we did
find were in one area.

Like the asshole was waiting.

Hey! Folks, you want
to step back, please?

Lieutenant Provenza,
keep me updated.

And you two go home.
Take the rest of the week off.

I'm sure you both have significant
others who are worried about you.

SANCHEZ: forensics
are looking for shrapnel.

It appears the shots
came from over there.

People think we don't get
shot at. Buzz, get the car.

You two were lucky.

No. I don't believe in luck.

You know what? Lieutenant, if I
were running this investigation,

I'd want the witnesses
to see that car. In person.

You know, I was just
thinking the same thing.

BRENDA: Lieutenant Tao.

Yoo-hoo!

Lieutenant Tao, how many casings
were recovered at the crime scene?

We're trying to jog
the witness's memory.

- Twenty-one casings.
- And how many bullets hit the car?

Well, I can't say for sure 'cause a
couple could've gone through the windows,

which wouldn't leave bullet
holes, but I'm counting 17.

Seventeen or more out of 21?

All concentrated
in the same area?

That's pretty solid
marksmanship.

Yeah. But he missed.

No. He didn't miss.
I wasn't his target.

POPE: You can either
slap me on the wrist about

insufficient neighborhood
police presence,

or you can tell me you're taking
that money out of my budget.

Pick one!

When might Chief Pope have a
moment to speak with me today?

- Hey. Are you okay?
- Hey.

- Better than okay.
- Great. That's great.

- Why?
- Because the guy you thought

was trying to shoot at me was
actually shooting at Greg Pierson.

So you can call off the SWAT team,
and I can get on with doing my job

- and investigating this murder.
- Not going to happen.

- But why?
- Until we have the shooter in custody,

the security detail
stays in place.

- You are too important to this department.
- Well, I'm flattered,

but I cannot operate
under these conditions.

Maybe I should remind you that
you're not supposed to be operating at all

until you are cleared for
active duty by Dr. Leonard.

Come on, Will.
Nobody has to know.

Good. Nobody has to know. Good.

That'll make it like Gabriel
and Daniels dating for a year.

- Well, it's not like they're partners.
- I don't care. That's important enough

that I would've expected
you to tell me about it.

Look, we can talk
about this later.

Right now, you need to go home.

- Is that an order?
- Yeah. If it has to be.

Guess I didn't realize how
much I was bothering you.

(SIGHS)

Great.

Once again, Chad, I did not
mean to hurt your feelings.

- It's okay.
- Now, what are you gonna tell Chief Pope?

- That we went straight home.
- Oh, thank you. Thank you so much.

Mr. Kemble, how are
you feeling today, sir?

I remember putting my
camera down. That's it.

Mr. Kemble, we are very
sorry about your friend.

Thanks. You know, I've been doing this
job long enough to recognize the real deal.

I mean, this kid, he had
"network" written all over him.

And I guess I kind of thought
he'd bring me with him.

I was wrong.

I'm so sorry about all
of this. I'm just so sorry.

- Thank you.
- It's all just so unfair.

Greg was such a good
man. The work he did.

- (COUGHING) You're pulling a Pierson.
- Excuse me?

You know, kiss ass and lie to your
subject till they tell the story you want.

- I wasn't trying to...
- I worked with Greg.

I've seen the technique
enough to recognize it.

You're saying Greg lied to
people? Who did he lie to?

Everybody. He lied to you guys.

- He did?
- Greg wasn't doing a feature

on the overburdened LAPD. He was
about to expose how incompetent you are.

Really? We're incompetent?

Well, there are thousands of fugitives
in LA who you guys say you can't catch.

Greg did some basic research,
followed up a few simple tips,

and found a bunch of them.

One of them crashed at those
two addresses he gave you.

So while we thought Greg
was actually helping us out,

he was setting us
up to look like idiots.

- That is not cool.
- KEMBLE: Well, like Greg used to say,

"Sometimes you have
to lie to tell the truth."

Well, in my experience, most
people don't like being lied to.

- What was this fugitive's name?
- I don't know.

All right, Sergeant Gabriel,
would you please have

Lieutenant Provenza look
into those two addresses?

See what a little basic
research turns up.

And, Mr. Kemble, if you could give
me some background information

on anyone else who might have
had a Pierson pulled on them,

I would greatly appreciate it.

These gas pumps aren't just taking
your money. They're taking your identity.

Tonight I'll expose the Southland
gas stations that are the biggest culprits.

And we'll tell you how to protect
yourself against this all too common crime.

Fast forward.

BRENDA: Stop.

At these four-star restaurants, not all
the wild animals end up on your plate.

Fritz, did you know Roy here
raises German Shepherds?

No, I didn't know that. Roy and I haven't
really had much of an opportunity to chat.

Some of his dogs have
been trained to smell drugs.

- Just one. Klaus. He's a good boy.
- PIERSON: shocking video

that may be difficult for
more sensitive viewers.

Hey! Get that
camera out of here!

All of you out of here
before I call the cops!

- You... It's a free country, sir.
- Shut it off!

- It's a free country.
- Get out of here!

Fast forward.

My mom's going to be bummed
when she hears this guy died.

- She loved him.
- Such a nice-looking young man.

He's the first guy I've come across
that seems to realize that LA is nuts.

- Who'd want to kill him?
- Corporate accountants, lawyers,

city councilmen,
insurance company.

- Oh! Pause it! Pause it!
- Please!

Please, pause it!

Okay, okay, okay. What
is going on, Brenda?

Greg Pierson gave me two
addresses when we were in that car.

Excuse me, Daddy. His cameraman
said he was following up on some tips.

I think I might know where
those tips might've come from.

Lieutenant Tao, I
need you... What?

Oh, it's 11:30.

Oh, right. I'm sorry
for calling so late.

I need you to pull some phone records
for me. Please? It's an 800 number.

TAO: I did you one
better than that, Chief.

The network records all their tips
and they keep all the recordings.

In case they get sued, I guess.

MAN ON TAPE RECORDER: I know
where you can find Alberto Ramirez.

OPERA TOR: Sir, can you please tell
your name and where you received...

- Excuse me.
- Hey.

- What's going on here?
- Hello, Commander.

Pardon me, but didn't Chief
Pope forbid you two to be involved

- in this investigation?
- Well, we're just doing a little follow-up,

Commander, with
our primary witnesses.

Don't you usually do that at
the home of the witnesses?

Oh, my goodness, Commander.
With the price of gas?

Yeah. So we thought we would
just save the department a few bucks

by bringing them down here.

Well, I suggest you get them out of
here before Chief Pope comes back in.

If he finds you're
helping violate policy,

especially on a case involving
a member of the press...

- Thank you, Commander.
- You're welcome, Chief.

MAN ON TAPE RECORDER:
He's staying at 549 Ridgeley.

If he's not there you can
find him at 2107 Mateo.

OPERA TOR: Okay,
let me just repeat that.

(PHONE CLICKS)

OPERA TOR: Hello? Sir?

So the caller sets Pierson
up. Gives him two addresses.

And while you're on your way to the first
one, he has time to set up at the other.

And 2107 Mateo
doesn't even exist.

But it's right near the
intersection where you two got hit.

And what about the
fugitive? Alberto Ramirez?

Okay, he used to
live at 549 Ridgeley.

But the guy's been in jail
for two months. He's a junkie.

- Where did the call come from?
- Private residence.

Mr. and Mrs. Deke Hawthorn.

Deke Hawthorn. Is that
the Hawthorn Lodge guy?

Oh, man! I love that place.

- What place?
- Well, it's a LA institution, Chief.

One of the oldest
steakhouses in the city.

Steakhouse? You're not
doing the place justice.

It's a wild game restaurant.
You know, elk, venison.

- The Hawthorn Lodge.
- They closed, like, over a year ago.

- They closed? Why?
- I think I know.

PIERSON: This report
contains some shocking video

that may be difficult for
more sensitive viewers.

Hey! Get that
camera out of here!

All of you out of here
before I call the cops!

PIERSON: You... It's a free
country, sir. DEKE: Shut it off!

Okay. Freeze that.

It's a free country.

Okay, that old guy there,
that's Deke Hawthorn.

His grandfather opened the restaurant
in the '20s. He's a big game hunter.

Whole family is. Weekly
special usually consisted of

whatever they brought
back from the hunt.

Okay, roll the
crime scene video.

So Pierson does an exposé
on the Hawthorn Lodge,

claiming health code violations and,
two months later, they have to close down.

- A lot of people trusted this guy.
- TAO: Losing a family business.

That's motive. Maybe we
should talk to Deke Hawthorn.

What's the matter with you?

I can't believe that I may
have eaten rat droppings.

SANCHEZ: and Forensics are looking
for shrapnel. It appears the shots came...

Okay. Go back. Go back.

Okay. Stop there, Buzz.

He look familiar to anyone?

That's the same guy who's with
Deke Hawthorn in that news video!

Okay. Lieutenant Provenza,
find Deke Hawthorn, please,

and see if he knows
who this young man is,

and then bring them both in.

Let's see if we can find out exactly
whose voice is on that tip line.

- So are you going to interview them?
- I am...

Not allowed to participate
in any investigation.

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

(HUMMING)

(SIGHS)

(EXHALES)

(SIGHS)

Mama, why are you reading
yesterday's newspaper?

Your father has today's.
I'll read that one tomorrow.

You know, I was thinking you
could invite some of your friends

from work over tonight.
We could have a cookout.

Mama, they're busy. Working.

- Do you need pancakes, sweetheart?
- No! I'm not hungry.

I'll make some pancakes.

Roy, Chad, would you boys
like to help me in the kitchen?

ROY: Yes, ma'am.

- She never listens to me.
- Are we upsetting you?

- No.
- Do you want us to go?

No, Daddy. I am upset,

but not at you. It's that stupid psychiatrist
who won't let me go back to work.

Which probably
thrills you to no end

'cause you've been wanting
me to quit being a police officer

since the day I started.

All we've ever wanted
was for you to be happy.

I am happy, Daddy. Why
can't you just accept that?

Look, honey,

(SIGHS)

when you wanted
to go to Georgetown,

I said no, and you went anyway.

When you wanted to go to work
for the State Department, I said no.

Well, you did it anyway.

Then when you called and said
you're going to work for the D.C. Police,

your mama nearly
had to sit on me

to keep me from driving the
van up there and kidnapping you.

Over the years, I've tried to
stand in your way several times,

and you always ran
right over me. Capisce?

You want to go back to
work, you go back to work.

I've always found it's easier to
ask for forgiveness than permission.

Know what I mean?

- Aren't you supposed to be at home?
- Just poking my head in.

Mind waiting out here
for a minute, please?

Hi, everybody.

(DOOR CLOSING)

Fine.

- Did you talk to the psychiatrist?
- No. What did I miss?

Well, two months after Pierson's rat
exposé, the Hawthorn Lodge closed.

Six months after that,
Deke Hawthorn died.

- How?
- Pills. Twenty of them all at once.

- So who's our friend from the news video?
- It's Bill Hawthorn, Deke's son.

He used to work for his dad, but
now he's a waiter at a diner downtown.

Lives at home with mom. Could've
been Bill who called the tip line.

Did you search their house?

The Hawthorns own
eight registered rifles.

Looks like everyone in
the Hawthorn family hunted.

We found seven at the house. The
one that was missing was a AR-15.

Mrs. Hawthorn said it was
up north at the family lodge.

So, no rifle.

Did Lieutenant Flynn read
Mr. Hawthorn his rights?

Well, of course he did, Chief.
And the kid waived them.

But he doesn't have much to say,
and our evidence is circumstantial.

Your evidence isn't
circumstantial. It isn't even evidence.

It's supposition
and coincidence.

You don't even have
the murder weapon.

But wait a minute, Chief.
Just wait a minute there.

- Maybe Flynn can get this kid to...
- Let him go.

But if we let him go, he could
lawyer up or he could leave town.

Well, he isn't talking. And you
guys don't have any evidence.

So I don't see what other
choice you have, but to let him go.

Nice to see y'all.

- You know what? You look very familiar.
- Really?

- Where do I know you from?
- I don't know.

- You going down, right?
- Yeah, thanks.

(ELEVATOR DOOR DINGING)

- We've met before. I know we have.
- No. I don't think so. No.

Are you sure? I could've sworn.

Excuse me!

We're going up.
Shoot. I'm sorry.

You know, it's funny that you don't
remember me because I remember you.

Yeah, I really just don't.

Grab the next one.

You're the man
who tried to kill me.

What?

- That's not true.
- Oh, it is true. And I can prove it.

You knew I was going to be
with Greg Pierson three days ago.

And you called his tip line
with two bogus addresses,

so you could lure me to that street
corner, where you were waiting to kill me.

But you missed.

You don't know what
you're talking about.

Channel 8 recorded
your voice on this tip line.

BILL: I know where you
can find Alberto Ramirez.

- Are the elevator security cameras on?
- Yeah.

Can you pull up this
one? Do you have audio?

BILL: Look...

Sergeant, I thought I told you
to take the rest of the week off.

BILL: You have no idea
what you're talking about.

BRENDA: Security
cameras are recording

everything you and I say
in this elevator right now.

So all I have to do is
match what you say in here

to that message you left on the
tip line in our voice recognition lab,

and I could
positively identify you.

We got a voice recognition lab?

- No.
- I can also match the gunshot residue

on your hands and face.

Oh, I'm sure that you've washed
them thoroughly since then,

but unless you washed
them with iodine and bleach

that residue stays on
your skin for five days.

It doesn't.

And I'm quite sure that it will
match your father's AR-15 rifle,

which you could've easily
converted into an automatic weapon

using a $20 kit you
bought on the Internet.

Look, lady, I don't
know who you think I am,

but I don't know anything about
any of this, okay? You're crazy.

I am not crazy.

(ALARM BLARING)

I'm not the one who shot
21 rounds into a police car.

I'm not the one who tried to
make it look like a gang drive-by.

I'm not the one who killed
one person, wounded another

and then returned to the scene of
the crime to admire his handiwork.

- You don't understand...
- Do you have any idea

how the LAPD feels about someone
who tries to kill one of their own?

Two of their own? My partner,
my friend, was in that car with me.

And it doesn't end with the police,
Bill. Judges, juries, prison guards.

They all share a special
contempt for someone

who tries to hunt down
and murder a police officer!

That's a capital crime, Bill!
You think this elevator's small?

Just wait until you step
into the gas chamber.

- Why are you doing this to me?
- Why am I doing this to you?

You're the one
who tried to kill me!

- No, I didn't! I swear to...
- Yes, you did! I was there, Bill.

A bullet went into the back of my car seat.
And if I hadn't ducked, I would be dead!

And what did I ever do
to you? What did I ever do!

Nothing, I swear I...

Why did I deserve to sit curled
up in the footwell of my car,

while blood and glass
rained down on me?

Why me, Bill? Why
did you try to kill me?

I wasn't aiming at you!

It was him! Pierson!
He killed my father.

- Your father committed suicide!
- No, he didn't!

Pierson killed him! With that
story he did on our restaurant.

Hawthorn Lodge was my dad's
life, and Pierson destroyed it.

He planted those
rats! I know he did!

But my dad never did anything to deserve
that! He never did anything to anybody!

So you shot him?

Yeah.

I never meant for
anyone else to get hurt.

I didn't!

I didn't... I didn't even know
you were going to be there

until you picked
him up in the car.

And look, I know how
to use a gun, okay?

I was so careful
not to aim at you.

And I came back! I came back
to make sure that you were okay!

I did!

And you are, you know. You...

You're okay.

People need to know
what he did to my dad.

People need to know the truth.

They will.

(ELEVATOR DOOR DINGING)

- Get back! Back against the wall!
- Wait a minute!

Turn around! Turn around!

- Turn your ass around!
- What's going on?

- GABRIEL: Don't move!
- I don't understand what's happening.

- Face the wall!
- But you're okay!

I'm alive. But I am not okay.

Don't ever do that again.

Look, I'm going to need my
purse back from evidence. Please.

It was really nice of you
to invite us for dinner.

It's our way of
saying thank you.

So, Brenda, Roy was telling us
that we really need to see the...

- What is the name of that museum?
- The Getty.

- Ever been, Fritz?
- No, Roy, I haven't.

- It's awesome.
- And your father is interested in visiting

that aircraft carrier at the
Maritime Museum in San Diego.

- That seems a bit of a drive.
- Fritz and I are engaged.

- I knew it!
- Nice! Good for you!

How did you know?

A mother knows these things.

And besides, your hand kept
reaching over to feel your ring finger

- as if something was missing.
- Well, it was in evidence.

Here it is.

Oh, honey, that is beautiful!

Well, Agent Howard of the
Federal Bureau of Investigation,

did it not occur to you
to pick up a telephone

and call and ask
for my blessing?

Well, I'm sorry, sir, but
Brenda and I are both adults,

and I love your daughter.

Relax, son. I'm just messing with
you. Come on. You do hug, don't you?

I mean, you have a cat.

- That's not my cat.
- It is now, son.

And you better make
that cat very happy.

WILLIE RAY: Hey, you two. Smile!

English -SDH