The Closer (2005–2012): Season 4, Episode 2 - Speed Bump - full transcript

Good morning.

Synchro: ShalimarFox, Kiry

You know...

We haven't spent any quality time
in the guest room yet.

Really?

- Are you OK?
- I'm fine. Just a back spasm.

- Are you OK?
- I'm fine. I'm fine.

Old football injury.

Shoot!

- I'll just let voicemail get it.
- No, I'm fine. Please.

Go answer. You're vibrating.



Well... I was.

Hello?

Gabriel said it's a hit-and-run,
so it should be an easy day.

- Hey, hey.
- Yes?

Maybe...
We could meet back in the guest room...

Say around noon?

Noon?

- Are you sure?
- Oh, I'll be ready.

I told you, it's just a muscle spasm.

Really?

Do not doubt the FBI.

I won't.

- So, you and Daniels.
- Yes, Sir.

- Working out some kinks, you know?
- Yeah, it's a little rough.



Morning, Sergeant.

Commander.

Nice tie.

Thanks.

Good morning. Oh, what a lovely day.

Is she all right?

So, why are we here?

Chief, at 6:10 this morning,

a shop owner found what
he described as a "dead homeless dude"

in the alley behind his building.

So, now priority homicide
is handling "homeless dudes"?

Well, technically, he's not homeless.

Responding officers found
a parole ID in his wallet

saying he lives at a halfway house
in North Hollywood

and that his name is Roy Wilkinson.

They called me, and

I thought it best
to get priority involved.

- What is that smell?
- Margaritas.

One is never enough,
two is too many, and 12...

Well, you're looking at 12.

Yeah.
It looks like Roy got hit by a car.

Coroner's investigator estimates
the body's been here since 2:00 a. m.

Like I was saying,

maybe Roy passes out, a drunk driver

heads down the alley,
runs him over, and keeps going.

There's no lights back here
and no sign of skid marks.

I've got officers searching
the area for damaged cars

and a few more knocking on doors
to see if anyone's heard something.

No one has answered my original
question, why is this a priority?

Chief,

this speed bump is Roy Wilkinson.

Who?

In 1999, Roy Wilkinson
was convicted of manslaughter

after killing his girlfriend,
Carly Mayhan.

It's amazing, Commander,

two pieces of bullshit in one sentence.

First, Carly wasn't his girlfriend.

He picked her up in a bar.

And, second, manslaughter, my ass!

It was Flynn's case.

I think it's safe to say that
he took issue with the jury's verdict.

They should have put
this guy in jail for life.

Instead, he only gets eight years.

Carly Mayhan is Davis Mayhan's
daughter, the movie producer.

It was all over the news.

Not in Atlanta.

Somebody must have used
Roy's name on an open channel.

Well, chief Johnson,

you might want to tune in tonight,

because I assure you every network
is going to run with this story.

Well, Commander, don't let me stand
between you and the cameras.

Chief, I could do a thorough
investigation right now.

A murdering scumbag alcoholic
passes out in an alley

and gets run over by a car,

leaving the world a much better place.

I'll write it up,
and we'll all be home by noon.

Look,
I'd love to be done with this by noon.

You have no idea how much I'd like
to be done with this by noon.

But we have a dead body,

a bunch of nosy reporters,
and somebody fled the scene.

So nobody is gonna be done
with anything by noon!

Now, who has the number
for the halfway house?

The place is run by
a private foundation.

They call it a re-entry center.

This one is hooked up with
the parole program at Victorville.

Yeah, most of these slugs
treat parole like a weekend pass.

They don't even get unpacked
before they're back into trouble.

Hi. I'm Karen Silva.

I'm the manager here. Can I help you?

Yes, ma'am. We're with the L.A.P.D.

We wanted to talk to you
about Roy Wilkinson.

What happened?

I'm afraid there's been
an accident, ma'am.

- Roy was hit by a car.
- Roy's dead.

Oh, no.

What happened?

They found him in an alley early this
morning. It appears he'd been drinking.

Poor Roy.

It's a shame he fell off the wagon.

Yeah, more like under it.

You don't seem surprised.

I've learned
not to be surprised anymore.

I thought Roy was getting better.

People just don't understand
how hard it is for these men.

Hard for them?

Lieutenant... Why don't you go
interview sleeping beauty over there,

while Ms. Silva shows us Roy's room?

That sound good?

Sure. Come with me.

This is Roy's bunk.

Which one of these dressers is Roy's?

The one on the right.

No family photos.

Roy was like most of the guys
who wind up here.

If he had any family, they didn't want
to have anything to do with him anymore.

How did, how did Roy get along
with the other residents?

Well, I'm not here
around the clock, but

I would know if there were any problems.

I did hear that someone
on the outside was hassling him.

Who would that be?

I asked him.
He didn't want to talk about it.

That's his one-year AA Chip.

He just got it.

He was so proud.

Did Roy have a job?

He just lost another one.

Do you think that might be one
of the reasons why Roy started drinking

after a year of sobriety?

I've learned through experience
that alcohol doesn't need a reason.

I think these should cover everyone

who's been in residence here
for the last year and a half.

Thank you. If you think of anything else
at all, please give us a call.

Yes, do.

Could you get us a copy
of Roy's death certificate?

- For?
- Well, there won't be a funeral.

They'll just cremate him unless
somebody sees to the details.

- I don't think that's right.
- No, that doesn't seem right.

- I'll make sure we send one over.
- Thank you.

Thank you, Ms. Silva. Yes.

Hang on, lieutenant Tao, one second.

What did he say about Roy?

Quiet, kept to himself, you know,
the usual homicidal-maniac routine.

You can stay and
talk to the rest of them.

Yes, Lieutenant?

Right now?

Daniels called from the morgue.

Roy had both his femur bones crushed,

plus cracked ribs and massive
internal injuries to the chest.

We assumed that when the

front wheel went over the upper body
that the rear wheel went over the legs.

We've been running over
all these dummies trying

to figure out how Roy managed to get
two sets of injuries so close together.

Yeah, but the only way
the tire patterns made any sense

was that when the car ran over the body,
it suddenly turned to the right.

But the alley is too narrow.

It would have hit the wall, and
there's no paint marks anywhere.

Please. My head is about to explode.

I assume you didn't bring us
back down here just to catalog

all the things you don't know.

There's a trail of oil right down
the middle of the alley.

There's a lot of oil in this alley.

There is, but not all of it's fresh.

Walk with me.

Please.

This puddle of oil here,

a few yards from the body,
comes out of nowhere,

which got me thinking...

When the car ran over Roy Wilkinson,

Roy did a little damage to the car.

Maybe broke the oil pan.

That's what I'm talking about.

This spot here

tells me maybe the driver stopped,

got out, said,
"Oh, my God. What have I done?"

Then took off again.

Walk with me.

So, now the car is leaking oil,

and we can follow the oil
trail like breadcrumbs.

Walk with me.

Shows us exactly where the car went.

Walk with me.

Walk with me.

Walk with me!

The son of a bitch
drove around the block

Came back to finish the job.

Once the vehicle ran over
Roy Wilkinson a second time,

we were able to follow the oil trail

around the block, but, unfortunately,

onto the westbound 10, and then
it was impossible to isolate it.

At least now we know we have a murder.

And now we know we're looking for
a car with a damaged oil pan.

And we've been checking
with garages, tow companies,

auto dealerships to see if
anyone brought in a vehicle

with this type of damage,
but so far, nothing.

I tracked down most of the residents.

None of them admits
to knowing much about Roy.

Any of them own a car?

Well, there are two cars
at the halfway house. One belongs to

this guy Jim Francis.

But supposedly he can't drive it, as
he got his license suspended, D.U.I.

The other one is a Datsun 210

Couldn't go over a pothole,
much less a person.

But I've got S.I.D. checking out both
vehicles for any traces of Roy juice.

Any word from Roy's parole officer?

His voicemail says he's out of town.
Comes back tomorrow.

Anything useful come out of
commander Taylor's press release?

Four calls saying "it is a good day,"

a guy called and said
that he killed Roy Wilkinson,

though he claimed he shot him,
an insurance agency,

a couple of ambulance-chasing lawyers,

and 13 people
reporting reckless drivers.

And a partridge in a pear tree.

OK, I think that we should
follow up on all of them, please.

And in the meantime, I think
we should focus our efforts on trying

to find a car with
a newly broken oil pan.

And, sergeant Gabriel,
just give me one minute.

And I think that we should introduce
ourselves to the Mayhans.

Thank you.

Hello. You've reached Fritz Howard.
Leave a message, and I'll call you back.

I'm so sorry, Fritzi.

My hit-and-run turned out to be
a hit-and-run-around-the-block

And-then-hit-'em-again...

And run.

Anyway, my entire day is shot.

So I was hoping

that we could reschedule
our nooner to an eighter...

...or a niner.

Sergeant Gabriel mentioned that
you were about to go see the Mayhans.

I am.

Let's go watch some TV.

Carly Mayhan's killer was found dead

in what police say was a hit-and-run
after spending eight years in prison.

Pick a channel, any channel.

For Davis Mayhan,
this is not the Hollywood

ending he would have envisioned,
but perhaps it will provide closure.

I can't help what they put on the news.

But you can't ignore it.

Are you telling me I can't talk
to two possible suspects?

Please. "Persons of interest"
is the correct phrase.

And explain to me why
the Mayhans are more viable

suspects than an entire halfway house
full of recently released convicts.

Because the Mayhans have a motive.

Look, my first interview with a sus...

A person of interest
is the most important,

seeing how they react before
they've had an opportunity.

Yes, thank you for the tutorial.
Now allow me to give you one.

I... I think I should go.

No. No, no, Sergeant. Stay, please.

I think it's important for you
to understand how to strike a balance

between what chief Johnson
does and what I do.

Because, you see,
for all of her talents,

your boss has a tin ear when it comes
to politics and handling the media.

While chief Pope
seems to think of nothing else.

Yeah, because, Sergeant,

when the media see
her face at the Mayhans',

it will become impossible
for chief Johnson

to run an investigation on her terms.

Well, thank you so much for the advice,

but I would rather not give the Mayhans

time to consult an attorney
or get their story straight.

Did you really get the impression there
that I was offering you advice?

Sergeant,
were you under that impression?

No, Sir.

Listen to me.

If you speak with the Mayhans,
you will do so in my office.

So you are ordering me
to call the Mayhans

and invite them
down here at their leisure?

Oh, no. No.

I do not want you to call the Mayhans.

Hey, Laura. Andy Flynn.

Yeah, I'm fine. Thank you. And you?

Oh, that's good.

So, I guess you heard
about today's fortunate events.

Well, that's why I called.

I know how much
this means to you and Davis,

and I would love it if the two of you
could stop down at Parker Center today

so we can catch you up
on all the details of the case.

'cause you deserve to know.

All right, great.

Okay. See you soon.

Anyone else you want me to lie to?

Thank you, Lieutenant.
I know that was unpleasant.

- But it's all for the best.
- For who?

These people trust me,
Chief, or they used to.

And I'm hoping
to eliminate them as suspects.

Let them bring a lawyer into this,
it's just gonna drag on and on.

That asshole strangled a 22-year-old
girl while having sex with her,

and the court only gave him eight years.

Now you want to drag these nice people
through the mud over his death?

Sometimes good people
are capable of bad things.

There have to be consequences for that.

When the guy
getting run over is Roy Wilkinson,

then the consequences
ought to be a ticker-tape parade.

We don't get to determine which victims
are worthy of our attention, Lieutenant.

And we can't pick and choose which parts

of the justice system we want to uphold.

T- that's beautiful, Chief.

So, if you'll excuse me,
I think I need to throw up a little.

- It's good to see you, Andy.
- You too, Laura.

You're looking good. Lose weight?

Yeah, well, I went vegetarian, but

don't tell my friends back
in Jersey that, OK?

This is my boss,
deputy chief Brenda Johnson.

Hello.

And this is her boss,
assistant chief Will Pope.

Good to meet you.

Thank you so much for coming in
to speak with us today.

Thank you. We know that
you don't have to do this.

So, I assume you've heard a little bit
about what happened this morning.

When the reporters started gathering on
our lawn, we figured something was up.

We heard it was a hit-and-run.

There are facts that lead us to believe
that Roy Wilkinson was murdered.

Facts?

And if we don't get out ahead of this,

we're afraid that the press
might start jumping to conclusions.

Andy,

what's she saying?

I- I'd like to know
if you and your wife have had

any contact whatsoever with
the victim prior to his death.

- A victim?
- Mr. Wilkinson.

Now he's the victim.

The last time I saw that
monster was in a courtroom,

and he got an eight-year sentence
for murdering my daughter.

Okay. Good.

Now, just in order to dot our I's and
cross our T's, we'd like to take a peek

at your cars, if you don't mind.

- You're kidding.
- All right.

It sounds like we're suspects.

Andy, do you think we're suspects?

Look, Laura, Davis, I don't like this...

Listen, the more careful
we are with this now,

the less damage the press
can do to your reputations.

Lt Flynn can come to your home

in an unmarked car
with a couple of our lab guys.

No, that won't be necessary.

You can't look at our cars,
not without a search warrant.

Mr. Mayhan,
our intent here is not to upset you.

Too late.

We really just wanted to eliminate you
and your wife as suspects.

- You want to eliminate me as a suspect?
- All right, honey.

Was it a long, painful death?
Was he brutally tortured before he died?

No.

Then it wasn't me.

Well, that went real well.

Fritzi, I've spent the entire day
smelling a boozy corpse

and getting yelled at.

I'm not feeling very romantic.

Neither am I.

How was your day?

Well, if you can't fall asleep,
you ought to be able to watch TV.

Ow! Ow! Geez!

Oh! This is ridiculous.
I'm taking you to the doctor.

No doctors!

They're just gonna tell me what
I already know, to stay at home,

lie flat on my back,
which I am trying to do.

Well, I can't just stand here
and watch you suffer.

Wha... What are you doing?

- What are those?
- They work for me.

Vicodin? Where did you get Vicodin?

Last year, for my procedure.

- I can't take your pills.
- Well, fine.

Then I will call Dr. Leland and have him
get you your own prescription.

- Put the phone down, please.
- You are getting help

- You're not helping me.
- Yes, I am.

Brenda. Sweetie.

I appreciate what you're trying to do,

but giving Vicodin
to an alcoholic is not help.

Oh, right. I'm sorry.

No pills. I don't know why
I keep forgetting that.

Because you constantly dismiss
addiction as a problem

and we never talk about it ever.

Okay, fine. Let's discuss it now.

Now? Seriously?
In the middle of the night,

- while I'm lying on the floor in pain?
- Oh, sorry. Sorry.

Well, what can I do?

Get me your big bag of cookies,

the remote to the television,
and answer your phone.

Answer your...

Deputy chief Johnson's wife.

May I ask who's calling?

Just a minute.

Detective Daniels.

Oh. At this hour?

Hello, detective Daniels.
You're working late.

No reason to go home.

I just got off the phone
with that insurance investigator,

Jim Petersen of American Omaha Life.

Life?

Roy wilkinson had a
life-insurance policy?

Watch where you're going!

On the low end, $80,000.

Petersen is gonna fax over the full
policy tomorrow morning,

but he did tell me over the phone
the beneficiary is a...

Patricia Simmons.

Ex-wife or ex-girlfriend?

I'm not sure who she is.
But I can tell you where she works.

Reporters have been calling
here all day.

- Please.
- Thank you.

I don't feel like
talking to any of them.

Do you know one reporter
tried to ride the bus with me?

I mean, really.

Were you and Roy close, Ms. Simmons?

Oh, I don't know.
I'm not here every day.

I volunteer a couple times a week,
so I don't get a chance to

get to know most of the men really well.

I had no idea
Roy was the one that did all those

awful things to that Mayhan girl.

He was kind to me.

I was helping him with his GED.

I just...

Can't believe this.

Did Roy ever talk to you about money?

Well, not really.

Other than to complain
he didn't have any.

He had enough to pay
for a life-insurance policy,

and he named you
as the beneficiary.

A... a what?

Life-insurance.

See?

Your name... right here.

Why would he do that?

You didn't know
he was leaving you this money?

No, not at all. Roy didn't say a word.

Good lord. Even my husband
didn't leave me anything like that.

Oh, I don't feel right taking this.

Roy must have cared for you very much.

Well, I try to treat all of them
like they were my own kids.

Did you ever get the sense
that Roy was drinking again?

- No.
- Anything out of the ordinary

happen recently
that might have upset him?

An argument? Old girlfriend?

There was something.
A couple of weeks ago,

- someone sent him flowers.
- Flowers?

But they didn't make him happy.
He just threw them out right away.

Do you know who sent them?

- No.
- Or what florist they were from?

No.

But I took the flowers out of the trash
and I brought them home.

The arrangement was beautiful.

Still haven't found any cars
in the neighborhood

with damage done to the oil pan,

and s. i.d. says the two cars Flynn found
at the halfway house are clean.

And as for those flowers,

I'm coming up empty
on Roy's secret admirer.

The flower business is nothing.
I mean,

Roy probably had one of those wacko
pen pals while he was in prison...

You know, lonely ladies
who love from a safe distance.

Yeah, but if we could tie
those flowers to the Mayhans,

then that might give us enough to get
a warrant to search their vehicles.

Baloney. I'm telling you,
the flowers are a waste of time.

But they're all we have to go on so far.

So check the visitors logs
for the prison and halfway house please.

And, lieutenant Tao,
I'd like you to get in touch

with all the florists in the area.
I want to know who sent those flowers.

Don't bother.

And why would I not bother, Lieutenant?

I sent the flowers.

Please tell me why, Lieutenant.

Because it's the anniversary
of Carly's death,

and I wanted Roy never, ever
to forget what he had done,

- because I wasn't going to.
- So you sent him flowers?

And a card.

So, what did this card say?

- What did the card say?
- It said...

"happy death day. "

That is just enough
for a decent defense attorney

to make you a suspect
in Roy's murder.

Chief, every year, this date hits me.

I mean, don't you have a case
that you took little more personally?

Carly and her parents deserve justice.

And whether you like it or not,
Roy Wilkinson deserves the same.

You do understand

that the right thing for me to do
is to take you off this case?

Please don't.

The... parole officer's here.

Thank you.

I was up North, trying to find
another one of my parolees

who decided not to call in. Jackass.

So, what did I miss?

I was hoping that you could give me
some inside information

on Roy Wilkinson.

In your opinion,
was he just another jackass?

So-so.

Did you know that Roy took out
a life-insurance policy?

He left the money to a Ms. Simmons
at the halfway house.

Well, some ex-cons
find Jesus or Mohammed.

Roy found an insurance agent.

Or an insurance agent found Roy.

Did he have any enemies
at the halfway house?

- No.
- Any drinking buddies?

No, no, no. Roy always
passed his drug tests.

He was a regular at AA meetings.

What would cause someone
who's been sober for a year

to start drinking again?

You know, guilt, depression.
Usual stuff.

I understand it was hard
for Roy to keep down a job.

- Yeah. Yeah. Roy got fired a few times.
- Why?

Well, as Roy tells it, Laura Mayhan

would show up wherever he was working,

pass out newspaper clippings,
telling his employer and the customers

how Roy had murdered her daughter.

Not a lot of businesses
looking for that kind of PR.

So Mrs. Mayhan was harassing him?

Well, you know, you ask a judge, no.

I mean, Mrs. Mayhan was not
breaking any laws.

She could tell his employer
any story she wanted.

Did you ask her to stop?

You know, I've been doing this
a long time,

and here's the thing. Not everyone stops
when you tell them to.

Mrs. Mayhan...

...I don't think she wanted to stop.

- I understand.
- No, no, no, no, no.

- Look, I'm being ordered to do this.
- I don't care whose fault it is.

- Hey guys, over here. They're here.
- Is Davis Mayhan a suspect

in the murder of Roy Wilkinson?

Do you have any new evidence here?

Congratulations. I've never seen you
handle the press better.

- I didn't say a word to them.
- Exactly.

Now that they've seen you here,
I'm gonna have to give them something.

I'll try and keep it vague,
but I can tell you right now,

our lead on the story is "Davis Mayhan
suspect in Wilkinson murder. "

Well, Commander,
given your media skills,

I'm sure you'll find some handy way
to spin this to our advantage.

So, spin, Commander. Spin.

Our attorney's already been on the phone
with your chief Pope,

and he did not authorize
this search warrant.

A judge authorized the search warrant.

And none of this would have been
necessary if you had simply cooperated

and if your wife hadn't lied.

- What are you talking about?
- Two days ago, you both assured me

that you hadn't seen Roy Wilkinson
since his sentencing,

when, in fact,
your wife has been following him

- and harassing him.
- That is ridiculous. Laura?

I wanted the world to know the truth
about that man.

- Roy thought that he could get a job
- God.

and just go on with his life.
I couldn't let that happen.

You understand that whoever ran him over
must have been following him.

How else would that person
have found him in that alley?

I followed him in his car,
but I did not kill him.

Roy didn't have a car, Mrs. Mayhan.

Of course he did.

Are you sure you remember clearly?

Maybe someone was giving him a ride.

Our lawyer said not to talk to anybody.

Don't talk to me
like I'm 5 years old, Ms. Johnson.

I know what Roy Wilkinson looks like.

I remember every wrinkle on his face.

And I remember the crappy,
blue Oldsmobile Toronado

with the old blue plates
that he's been driving.

And I remember the look in his eyes
when he walked out of that courtroom.

You think I don't remember?
The truth is, I can't forget!

Do you happen to rember where you were
the night he was murdered?

That is enough.

Do you rember the license
plate number on this blue car?

- 5-G-B-K-92.
- No. No.

- 5-G-B-K-92!
- Go back.

- Please. Sweetheart.
- 5-G-B-K-92!

- 5-G-B-K-92!
- Go upstairs.

- Please, don't. Sweetheart.
- 5-G-B-K-92!

Thanks for looking out for us, Andy.

S.i. d. said there's no damage,
no sign of recent repair,

no blood, no skin, no clothing from Roy
in any of their cars.

Can I go back to being a suspect now?

5- G-B-K-92 does come back

to a blue 1991 Oldsmobile Toronado.

It's registered to a guy
named Jerry Nemec.

- Jerry Nemec.
- Yeah, he did seven years for robbery,

Died three years ago. Now, the thing is,

his registration is up to date,
and his last known address...

Halfway house.

Maybe Jerry Nemec left his car to Roy?

No. Roy was in prison when Jerry died.

They didn't live at the house
at the same time.

Besides, this car never showed up
in Flynn's search.

So where is it?

Well, maybe one of Roy's buddies
at the halfway house

took it off his hands after he died.

Wait a minute.

Wait a minute. It says right here
that Jerry Nemec

was killed in a hit-and-run.

And it looks like he had
a life-insurance policy, too.

Who else at the halfway house
has a life-insurance policy.

Thank you.

- Jim Francis?
- Yeah.

- Hi. I'm Brenda.
- Okay.

- I just have a few questions for you.
- Okay.

Now, how long ago
were you released from prison?

About... eight months ago.

And how long have you been in AA?

About eight months...

- Off and on.
- Are you drunk right now?

Um, define "drunk. "

Do you own a car, Mr. Francis?

Yeah, but my license is suspended.

Do you have any friends or family
that chauffeur you around town?

Me and my family aren't exactly close.

Well, that explains
why you haven't designated any of them

as beneficiaries
to your life-insurance policy.

What life-insurance policy?

That's not your signature?

No.

Thank you.

Ladies. Thank you so much for coming in.

I would have come to you,
but, crazy day.

Any-old-how, I have copies
for both of you

of Roy Wilkinson's death certificate.

You'll need this to collect
the life-insurance policy

that Roy left you,

and Karen will need one
for the mortuary.

Have you decided what kind of
service you're gonna have yet?

Not yet.

Is it going to be like the one
you arranged for Jerry Nemec?

I'm sorry?

Oh, shoot. I forgot my glasses.
I'll be right back.

Okay.

We have nothing to worry about.

We didn't have anything to do with this.

So, Sergeant, you see how useful it is

to observe a person's first reaction
to information.

Ladies.

They were here all along.

Sweetie, it only gets worse.

Oh, that's what I've heard.

You both are so incredible.

All the good you do for these men,
it's not surprising that

they'd want to do
something nice in return.

Well, a good deed is its own reward.

Sure, but a good deed and a life
insurance policy is even better.

It's such a coincidence

that both Roy and Jerry
died the exact same way,

Drunk and hit by a car.

It's unfortunate that so many
of these released criminals

fall into the same destructive
patterns of behavior.

Hold that thought.

Oh, Mr. Francis.
Thank you so much for waiting.

Excuse me one second.

- Did you talk to him?
- No. Why would I?

Chief, you haven't read them
their rights.

No.

They haven't given me
a reason to... yet.

Thank you for your patience.

I had to say goodbye to Mr. Francis,
who I just interviewed.

Do you think that Jim Francis
had something to do with Roy's death?

Oh, I'm certain of it.
And it's strange, you know?

I mean, both he and Roy
have so much in common,

Ex-cons, no family,
struggles with addiction,

and they both had
life-insurance policies.

The only difference is...

Jim Francis doesn't have
tire marks across his chest.

- What?
- Well, don't you have to run them over

first before you can collect
the life-insurance money?

What is she saying, Patty?

I'll answer that.

Roy Wilkinson's life-insurance
policy: $80,000.

Beneficiary: Patricia Simmons.

And Roy had a second policy: $150,000.

Beneficiary: Karen Silva.
Though no claim has been made... yet.

Jerry Nemec's policy: $80,000.
Beneficiary: Patricia Simmons.

And he had a second policy: $150,000.
Beneficiary: Karen Silva.

Bill Johnson, Luther Madison.
Four men in the past five years,

all living at your facility,
all with life-insurance policies

naming one or both of you
as beneficiaries.

All from different companies, of course.

And it doesn't take an expert to see
that all of these policies are written

- in the same hand.
- No, no. You don't understand.

There are no families to pay for it,
the state won't pay for it,

and it is not cheap to give a man
a decent funeral.

And we can't afford it on what we make.

I'm a volunteer. All I've got
is my social security.

- So, you identify the hardest cases...
- And we make arrangements.

Just in case.

Well, you've become awfully good
at identifying men

who are 366 days away from being
run over in an alley,

because that is the exact way
that all of these men died

one year after you take out a policy.

Coincidentally, one year

is the same amount of time it takes for
a life-insurance policy to vest.

Now...

I know you killed Roy Wilkinson.

My question is...

Why does Jim Francis
only have one policy?

Why does only Karen
get to cash in on him?

It says so right here.

- You greedy bitch!
- Patty, shut up!

You greedy...

Not another word!

Not another word!

You said we were done!

I said shut your mouth!

You both have the right
to remain silent.

Sergeant, could you...

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

- You have the right to an attorney.
- I'll get you!

If you cannot afford an attorney,
one will be appointed to you.

I can afford an attorney!

- You got to be kidding me.
- Do you understand these rights?

- All right. Come on.
- Easy, easy!

Ladies, that's enough!

Easy! Come on!

Calm down. Sit down.

These men were criminals!
They were drunks!

With free housing and three meals a day!
And we were waiting on them,

getting older by the minute!

At the end of the week,
I could hardly stand up!

And you're worried
about Roy Wilkinson?

No.

I'm worried about your retirement plan.

Now, I'm gonna write one of you up
for murder in the first degree

and one of you as an accessory.
Whose name goes where?

We got Roy drunk. He didn't want
to go to the bar at first.

But you told him
that one drink wouldn't hurt,

and you gave him another and another

until you could practically pour him
into that car.

- Jerry Nemec's car.
- Roy passed out

in the backseat, just like Jerry.

Just like all the others.

But a man who can't move
is heavy.

So you put him on a blanket

and you pulled him out of the car,

and dragged him into the middle
of that alley?

Yes.

You know, you're...

You're making it sound a lot worse
than it was.

After we hit him,
I just wanted to go home.

But you stopped
to make sure he was dead.

Was he?

No.

He was just moaning.
Karen pulled the car away.

I thought we were leaving.
I was so relieved.

And then she drove around the block
and she did it again!

Karen? Anything?

She's lying.

Well...

That'll be up to a jury to decide
which one of you is telling the truth.

I got to say, I don't like your odds.

I just told commander taylor
to arrange a press conference

for first thing in the morning.

Let the world know the Mayhans
had nothing to do with this.

Uh, if you don't mind, I think
lieutenant Flynn should handle this one.

- Yeah. Okay.
- Thanks.

- Hey, Chief.
- Yes?

Thank you.

He's just kidding, Vernon.

Go ahead, try it. It's a fruit smoothie.

- Mmm. That looks good.
- Yeah!

What kind would you like?
We've got strawberry-banana.

- Got any berries?
- Sure I've got berries.

I've got some raspberries.

I've got some blueberries.
I've got some strawberries.

Here you go. Watch this!
A little bit of juice.

Not finished yet. Pop in some ice.

Pop on the blade.
Give it a quick spin...

And just watch. It takes about three...