The Closer (2005–2012): Season 5, Episode 10 - Smells Like Murder - full transcript

Season 5 Episode 10
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I guarantee you this will be
on the detectives exam.

"Transferred intent."

Yeah, well, believe me...
That one, I know.

Delivery for Major Crimes!

One, two, three, four, five boxes.

Buzz!

This one's not mine.

It says "Major Crimes, LAPD".

- But I didn't order this.
- You're Major Crimes.

And it's C.O.D.



I don't know.
Duct tape's never a good thing.

Did you say "duct tape"?

You're good to go.

Not by my desk, Julio!
Now, I mean it.

Where should we take it?

We should call the Chief.

There's no need to alarm her.

Okay.
Here goes nothing.

All right, out.

Ev... everybody out.

Now we alarm the Chief.

Oh, for heaven's sakes,
her feet were so small!

Grauman's Chinese Theater
was built in 1927.

There are nearly
200 hollywood-celebrity handprints,



footprints, and autographs in
the concrete of the theater's forecourt.

Are these, like, people who used
to be famous or something?

That's right.

This is not working.

What are you talking about?
Charlie's having a great time.

She's not having a great time.
Stop with the tourist attractions.

Take your niece
to the grove or to have lunch.

Go ahead...
Anything to end this.

She's having a great time.

Hello?

Chief!

Yeah, I know you said not to call

unless it was important, but we...

Well, we ended up
with a crime scene.

Where is it?

We're calling him "Jack",
like in Jack-in-the-box. You get it?

Yes, Lieutenant, I get it.

What I don't get is
how Mr. Box ended up in my office!

Well, I... may have suggested...

I won't be able
to breathe in here for weeks!

Do we know where he came from?

The return address says, "Greg Lewis,
Stow Nuff self storage in Reseda."

He's on his way in already, Chief.
I'll get him in a room for you.

Thank you.

- Hi, Chief.
- What is that?

Scented candles.
It'll help with the smell.

Chief Johnson?

Sorry, Dr. Morales.

I assume that's the body.

- Yeah. We're calling him "Jack" as...
- Jack-in-the-box.

I get it, yes, very amusing.

Well, smells like murder to me.

- Hello, Terrence.
- It's Dr. Terrence now.

I finished med school. Now I'm doing
my residency down in the decomp room.

You should stop by.
We get great muffins down there.

Paging Dr. Terrence!

The good news is the body seems
to have been kept virtually intact

because of the plastic
and the duct tape.

So... Dr. Terrence hopefully
will find a cause of death...

- Quickly!
- Thank you, Dr. Morales.

Buzz, would you please close...

The door? Thank you.

I'm so sorry, y'all.

There was a dead person in that box?

Yes.

Now what are we gonna do about...?

I could be fine
at the house watching TV.

Or
maybe I could make you guys dinner.

Mom and dad work, so I end up doing
a lot of that at home.

Dinner sounds great.

Okay, well, I'll...
I'll see y'all later.

Bye.

Shall we?

Just button it up
till the boss gets here, okay?

Deputy Chief johnson,

meet Greg Lewis.

He is the owner
of Stow Nuff storage.

Thank you for coming in today.

I'm guessing you got my package.

Yes, sir, we did!

I've been trying to get the police
to look at that box for almost a month.

Excuse me?

I reported it to the LAPD
four times, and no one came!

Finally,
I talked to some old cranky guy...

No offense...
An officer Katzman.

I said, "I have this box, and I think
it could be something major".

So he told me to mail it
to Major Crimes.

So, what's in it?!

You don't know?

Looked like trouble.
No way I was opening it.

Well, sir, as it turns out,
you sent us a dead body!

I knew it!

The duct tape...

It scared the crap out of me.

So, whose body is it?

We were hoping you could tell us.

You think that I...

killed someone

and then I mailed the body to you?

How stupid would that be?

Well, where did you find
the cooler, Sir?

Unit 943 in my storage facility!

- Courtney defaulted on paying his...
- Courtney?

Doug Courtney,
the guy that's renting 943!

He was using
our automatic-payment feature,

but...

his debit card is expired.

So I tried to get in touch with him
for the standard 60 days,

but he never got back to me,

which would have allowed us

to auction off his stuff.
But...

the only thing in 943

was that horrible box.

Sir, can you tell us...

the last time Mr. Courtney was
at your facility?

No idea.

I only see people when they fill out
the rental application.

I could fax that to you.

Well, there's not much here, Chief.
Just an address and a phone number...

12 lane A, Sunny Estates,
Los Angeles, California.

It's a mobile-home park.

It's Mr. Courtney's
parents' address,

his mother and his stepfather.

And Mr. Courtney

has a record:
shoplifting, two counts of assault.

Wait. Just because Courtney has
a record doesn't mean he killed Mr. Box.

And we can't say for sure
that Mr. Box was actually murdered.

Well, we know that he was broken
in half and folded into an ice cooler.

Which is suspicious to me.

- Detective Sanchez?
- Well, according to the DMV

Mr. Courtney has
a 1997 red Chevy Camaro.

Registration lapsed in 2006,
no outstanding citations,

no flags,
doesn't seem to be stolen, Chief.

And, his only financial activity

in the past three years

are two deposits
from an offshore bank account.

And this is the same account to which
Mr. Courtney debit card was attach.

It is and it still has
plenty of money in it.

I mean, if the card hadn't expired,

the victim would probably
still be in storage.

So, where did Mr. Courtney go?

Maybe he killed Jack box
and then skipped the country, Chief.

$20 says he went to Mexico!

$20, Thailand.

I mean,
they go to Thailand a lot lately.

I'll put 20 on Kuala Lumpur.

Not only is it fun to say,

but they have the largest
department store in Malaysia.

Useful information, Lieutenant.
Useful, please.

I'll call our customs liaison
and do a passport check.

- Thank you.
- Chief!

It is Dr. Terrence.

Yes, Terrence?

Sorry it's taken so long

but, I'm having a hard time
getting this guy out of your box.

That didn't sound right.

Do you have a cause of death yet?

Not yet, but there was a wallet
in the body's pants pocket.

I took the liberty of matching victim's
thumbprint to his driver's license.

So, who is he?

His real name is Doug Courtney.

For heaven's sakes.
Thank you.

- All bets are off, gentlemen.
- Why?

It turns out
our killer is our victim.

I don't think there's gonna be
any traffic, but I will...

Can you hold on one second?

I'm sorry. I'm just signing
for something here. Thank you.

Yeah, I can take care of all that today.
All right, I'll see you soon.

Hey, Charlie,

you've got some ma...
some mail.

You got a care package, huh?
From home?

Yeah, from my friend Amy.
I'm thanking her now.

- You gonna open it?
- No.

It's just...

I didn't realize
I was gonna be here for this long,

and there's some personal items.

You want to see?

No, no. That's...
that's okay.

Well,

- I'm going.
- Okay, bye.

- You call me if you need me.
- I will.

And the emblem?

The california grizzly bear.

Its name is Monarch,

and the flag was officially adopted
as the state flag in 1911.

And I have no idea why that would be
on the detectives exam.

You'll be asked everything from law
to policy to California history,

so you have to be prepared.

Sorry. There are two things
we need to remember

before we speak to the Dobsons.

One... whoever killed doug Courtney
knew about the storage facility,

and a missing-persons
report was never filed.

So, we're not just here to make
a notification to the victim's parents,

but also to... what?

- Interview potential suspects.
- Exactly.

Now, I'll ask a few questions.
And when you feel like

we have enough information
to warrant a notification, you step in.

"The desire of the slothful
shall killeth him,

for his hands refuse to labor."

Proverbs 21:25.

Now, Doug cares only
for the things of this world...

Liquor, gambling, surfing, sex.

He ignores that which is eternal.

Horrible how many people do that.

Mr. Dobson, Mrs. Dobson,

when was the last time
you heard from your son?

Doug is only my stepson.

I didn't get ahold of him
until he was a teenager.

By that time, he was hard to reach.

I tried, though.
I've had success with...

Other people,
like... like Sarah here.

But,

as far as the last time
we saw him and...

Well, doug hasn't been
here for over three years.

And you never filed
a missing-persons report?

He only came by here
when he need money.

But the last time he was here,
he was different.

He wasn't worried as much,

and he... he said everything
was gonna be okay.

And what happened?

He left without a word. And he hasn't
called us from that day to this.

But he said
that he was gonna make sure that he...

I have told you a thousand times...
just be grateful that he is gone,

be thankful.

We are.

We're thankful.

When Doug was,

here last,

did he leave any of his belongings
behind, a...

a computer or a journal?

No, he...

It's okay.
I got it.

No, he put everything
he had in a storage facility.

Now, Why are you really here?

I don't see you driving out here
just to ask a few questions,

unless something's wrong.

What has Doug gotten into?

Well, Mr. And Mrs. Dobson,

I'm really sorry to have to...

- tell you this, but your son...
- We haven't been honest with you.

Mr. Gabriel here isn't
from the LAPD.

He's a... credit agent

from American Express.

Your son is the victim
of identity theft,

which is
why we've been looking for him.

Mr. Gabriel here knows
much more about

the ins and outs of this than I do.

So, while you're explaining
everything to...

the Dobsons, I'm gonna
just head out to my car

to look through it real fast.
I'll be back in a jiffy.

One second.

What...
what is she talking about?

Well, I'm afraid that someone in...

Brazil...

has charged $20,000
to your son's account with us, so...

So, we got two wet suits,
some sandy towels,

and three kinds of surfboard wax.

So, I'm going out on a limb here,

but I say the contents of this duffel
bag says Mr. Courtney was a surfer.

And an avid lotto player.

There's over 200 lottery tickets here,
all with the same 6 numbers...

1, 3, 11,

21, 22, and 31.

There's nothing strange about that.
I bet the same six numbers all the time.

Yeah?
And how's that working out?

The odds of ever
hitting a jackpot are...

Tao, please.

Let me dream.

The stack of mail we got
from Courtney's P.O. box...

DWP, credit card, cellphone...

By the looks of it,
this guy owed money to everyone.

- Chief Johnson?
- Terrence.

What a surprise.

- Dr. Terrence.
- Right.

I have cause
of death for Mr. Courtney.

Figured I'd,
bring the results by in person.

And those results would be?

The victim's body
was well-preserved.

Whoever wrapped him up
did a nice job of it.

Cause of death.

Murder.

Mr. Courtney had two bullet
wounds to the back,

right above the lumbar vertebrae.

I'm putting a time of death
at may 21, 2006,

sometime after 6:12 P.M.

That's awfully exact.

- Are you sure?
- I'm a coroner now, Chief Johnson.

Of course I'm sure.

But if you can't put faith in me
as a doctor,

put your faith in the newspapers.

Newspapers?
What newspapers?

The ones at the bottom
of the cooler,

dated may 21, 2006.

Also, there was a receipt

for two hot dogs
and a 40 of malt liquor...

Same date, 6:12 P.M.

What is malt liquor?

- Chief.
- Yes?

I have Mr. Courtney's...

I have Mr. Courtney's girlfriend,
Tara Latimer, set up in interview 1.

I thought Doug was the one.

He was funny, tan.

Where did you meet him?

The casino where I worked.

- I was a blackjack dealer.
- So he worked there, too.

No.

He gambled there...

a lot.

We'd only been dating about a month
when he asked me to move in with him,

and I don't know how he afforded
the place after I left,

but I can be pretty sure that
the landlord didn't cut him any slack.

- He hated Doug.
- He was the worst tenant I ever had!

I should have evicted his ass
at the first sign of trouble!

Two years of his crap was enough.

I got tired of hearing how he lost all
of his rent money gambling at the...

Slot machines.

You know,
throwing his money at the lottery,

the same six numbers...
His and his parents' birthdays.

Going all-in on Texas hold 'em
when he had nothing in his hand.

His whole life...

was a bluff, including his...

work reference...

From his boss.

What's his name?

Jordan Wallace.

Doug never worked for me.

Well, he listed you as his employer
on his rental application.

I was his best friend since high school,
and he needed a reference.

And when the landlord called,

I said doug was a good guy.

- What I should have said was...
- He was a pig.

- He was an asshole.
- He was a leech.

I kept loaning him money
until he was in to me for 10 grand.

I know it doesn't seem like
much now.

But when I was starting
my real-estate business...

High-end homes all over the world...
That money meant everything.

Yeah, Mr. Wallace,

do you remember
the last time you saw Mr. Courtney?

Well, I remember the last time
I didn't see him.

I went over to court's apartment
to help him

move his stuff into a storage unit.

He never showed up.

And I finally gave up
on his returning the key.

I went over to throw him out personally,
and no one was there.

Well, I... I called the girl
he used to live with.

She says that he moved everything out
to a storage unit in the valley.

So, they all knew
about the storage unit.

Screwed me out of all my money.

- Then he screwed my daughter.
- Another girl...

in our bed.

- Nobody cheats on me.
- Not with my daughter.

Everybody wanted to kill him,
feed him to the sharks.

So, Sergeant Gabriel,

if you were taking the lead
on this investigation,

how would you sum it up so far?

Well...

I'd say Mr. Courtney took
advantage of everyone he knew

and his disappearing is probably

the best thing to happen
to these people.

Which makes them all suspects.

Charlie?

Aunt brenda, you're home... early.

- Did you find your killer?
- No.

What's that delicious smell?

It's supposed to be a surprise.

But I promise...
We're gonna have a fun, fun dinner.

Okay.

Charlie, how long did you say
till dinner's ready?

I'll have it on the table
in another hour.

Okay...

Aunt brenda, dinner's ready.

Charlie...

We need to talk.

Aunt brenda, you went in my room?

I stole a brownie.

Or two.

Or three.

Oh, my god.

These

are the very best brownies

I have ever had in my entire life!

Did you make these from scratch?

And you had... three?

Biscuits!

Potatoes!

Chicken-fried steak!

Brown okra!

Staking out that storage facility

isn't working out
like I thought it would.

I hate working out.

Me, too!

Maybe...

it was the victim's girlfriend,

'cause he cheated on her
with the landlord's daughter.

Maybe it was him...

The landlord, I mean.

Maybe...

it's his friend that he mooched...

from...

Jordan Wallace.

Maybe...

it's his stepfather.

He's so mean.

May...

be...

I didn't love you...

quite as good...

as I should have.

Sorry I'm so late.

That's okay, uncle Fritzy!

Brenda? What's going on?

You were always on my mind

You were always on my...

I'm singing!

You always said I had a great voice.

- What's going on here?
- We're having second helpings

of the best southern dinner
this side of the mississippi...

Chicken-fried steak, fried okra,

and the very best brownies

made in human

- history.
- Really? She made brownies?

No, don't.

Wait until after you eat.

Sweetheart.

Sweetie?
Why don't you go get in bed?

- And I'll be there in a minute, okay?
- Fritzy...

We have company!

We'll be very, very quiet.

Quiet.

Who the hell do you think you are,
bringing marijuana into my house?

Is this the care package
from your friend, which I signed for?

- Lighten up, uncle Fritz.
- What, "lighten up"?

"Lighten up"?

You drugged your aunt
without her permission.

You know?
And if I had eaten one of these,

do you have any idea
what could have happened? Do you?

I am a A.A.

You want me to lighten up?
That's your response?

It's not my fault you're a drunk.

I've had enough of you.

- What are you doing?
- I thought you should stay here.

Did you know that? Did you?

You said you got that package
sent to you from a friend named Amy.

- Here's the text.
- What are you doing?

Great, here's her mobile phone
and her home phone.

- What are you doing?
- I'm calling her parents.

Listen, get to your room right now!

Right now, and pack your bags!

You are going home as soon
as I can make arrangements!

- What's the fuss?
- Charlie's leaving.

We're sending her back.

- Sending her back?
- I'm sorry, but that's it.

That is it.

It is it, Fritzy. That's it.

Mrs. Mannon?

This is Agent Fritz Howard
of the FBI.

I'm Charlie Johnson's uncle.

We need to talk.

What's all the screaming?

And yelling?

And carrying on?

What's all the yelling?

Morning, Sergeant.

- You all right, Chief?
- Last night, I...

I had...

strange dreams.

Sergeant,
does this mean anything to you,

"send back"?

"Send back."

No, it doesn't.

Chief, look,
Mrs. Dobson is here in your office.

But it still smells like...

Her son's body.
Oh, my...

Hello, Mrs. Dobson.

How can I help you today, ma'am?

Well, you asked if we had
any information about Doug.

I do. I just...

I couldn't give it to you
in front of my husband.

He forbids me to even speak of Doug.

Is that why...
you didn't report your son missing?

- You're that afraid of your husband?
- I'm afraid enough...

not to tell him
that Doug keeps in touch with me.

In touch how?

Doug's been writing me...

Until about five months ago.

I wanted to show these to you.

But I couldn't let
my husband see them.

He was in Hawaii

for some time, Doug was.

And...

he moved to Australia...
to surf.

That's
why I never reported him missing,

'cause I thought
that I knew where he was.

I was able to verify
the postage cancellations

on Mrs. Dobson's letters.
They're genuine.

Thank you.

Last one was sent

five months ago by a man who,

according to Terrence,
has been dead for three years.

You rang?

Oh, geez.

Yes, I did...

rang.

Why?

I know why.

I have evidence that contradicts

your conclusion,
based entirely on newspapers

That Doug Courtney died...

may 21, 2006.

Well,

I appreciate your candor, ma'am,

but let me respectfully say
that you're wrong.

I've completed the autopsy
on Doug Courtney,

and I'm finally able
to give you the results.

In his stomach, I found two hot dogs
and malt-liquor residue,

which, if you recall, is exactly

what was on the receipt found
in the victim's wallet,

a receipt that was dated

may 21, 2006,

the same date as the newspapers
which constituted his shroud!

So,

if you wish to find fault
with my professional opinion,

I'd be more than happy
to send Mr. Box

- back to you, and you can...
- "Send it back"!

That's it.

"Send it back."
That's it!

Dr. Terrence, thank you!

Thank you so much!

Thank you!

Okay, thanks.

That's great.
Thanks. Thank you.

Detective Sanchez,
I need some clear plastic sheets

and duct tape.

- On it, Chief.
- Thank you.

Sergeant Gabriel,
I need four coolers like the one

in which we found Mr. Courtney.

- You got it, Chief.
- And Lieutenant Tao,

I would like to speak to you and Buzz
in the electronics room, please.

What are you thinking?

I'm thinking
that whoever killed Doug Courtney

is gonna be very surprised
when he pays them a visit.

Please tell me we haven't been sent
four more dead bodies.

No, sir, this is all part of a plan
to catch Mr. Courtney's killer.

Testing, testing, one,
two, three, testing.

That's a good test!

- We're ready, Chief!
- Thank you, Lieutenant,

gentleman.

Explain, please?

Each cooler contains a GPS system
and a camera.

We're sending one cooler
to each of our suspects,

Mr. Courtney's parents,
his ex-girlfriend,

his ex-landlord
and his former best friend.

Whoever opens the cooler...

- Which we can monitor from here.
- is innocent.

Right, because
why would you open the box

if you knew it contained
a dead body?

So, whoever doesn't open it
is probably guilty.

Exactly, and will probably
try to get rid of it...

Which is where our trackers

and our GPS receiver come into play.

- And this is all within budget?
- It's the last of Buzz's grant money.

Unless I can return this stuff
when we're done.

Let's seal it up.

Anything new?

No!

And other than Mr. Gaviota,
we're sure that the coolers

- were all delivered?
- Positive.

We got confirmation for each one
as they were dropped off.

Is it just me
or is this taking forever?

Chief Johnson, we have something.

I knew it!

All right, gentlemen, pay up.

Is all this betting necessary?

No, ma'am.

But it makes staring
at blank screens

for three hours
a hell of a lot more interesting.

We have a runner!

- Who is it, Lieutenant?
- Mr. Wallace.

Okay, but the Dobsons
haven't opened their cooler yet,

so we can't rule them
out as suspects.

Lieutenant Tao,

find out what we don't know
about Mr. Wallace, please.

I'm particularly interested
in motive.

Buzz, would you continue
to watch for the Dobsons' cooler?

The rest of us, let's head out.

I don't want a murder suspect looking
at a crown vic in the rearview mirror.

Buzz...

What kind of car do you drive?

A Prius. Why?

- We'll take such good care...
- It's brand-new

- and I just washed it.
- Such good care.

Thank you very much.

Just please don't bring it back
with any blood in it

or bullet holes.

Good luck.

Thanks.

What are the main reasons
for murder?

Well, the main reasons
for murder are jealousy, revenge

- and profit.
- Or just because.

Looks like he stopped.

Okay, take the next exit, please.

In Mr. Wallace's case,
jealousy seems unlikely.

Well, the one thing we do know
is that it wasn't for profit.

All Courtney had to his name
was that Camaro and what was in it.

Surfing gear, lottery tickets.

And the $6,500 transferred
to his account from

the offshore bank.

Hi, Fritzy, it's me.

I was just about to call you. I wanted
to talk to you about the tickets.

What tickets?

Plane tickets for Charlie.

I just bought them.

She's got a 7:00 p.m. flight
tomorrow out of LAX.

Well, Fritzy, I want to talk about,
different travel dates.

Do you have a minute?

We'll talk about it tonight.

Okay, thank you.

Okay, bye.

Mr. Wallace told us
he ran a global real-estate company,

and I just had Fritz confirm

with customs
where he's been traveling,

Hawaii, Peru,
Australia, New Zealand.

All places Mrs. Dobson
got letters from.

Exactly.

Lieutenant Tao?

Chief,
Mr. Dobson opened up his cooler.

- So we're following the right person.
- And I think I know why.

'Cause on may 19, 2006,

Doug Courtney's numbers
hit the lottery.

But Jordan Wallace was the one
who cashed in the ticket

- for $15 million.
- Sounds like motive to me.

- All right, thank you, Lieutenant.
- You're welcome.

Oh, God, he's right up there.

The car has
a battery-power-only mode.

So we can...

roll up as quiet as possible.

When you're in a hole this big,
Mr. Wallace,

my advice is to stop digging.

Put the shovel down
on the ground now.

Do it now!

Keep your hands where I can see them,
and step out of the hole.

What you got in the cooler, sir?

I'm guessing if we open it,
Sergeant,

we're gonna find someone we've been
looking for. Isn't that right?

It's him.
I think we found Mr. Courtney.

You are under arrest.
You have 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 can't afford an attorney,
one will be appointed by the state.

Have you heard and understood
these rights, sir?

Normally, Mr. Wallace,

I like murderers to confess,
but since I found you

digging a grave in the desert
in the middle of the night,

I feel like I already have
your number,

all six of them, actually.

- What?
- Lottery numbers.

You do remember them,

the ones that made you a millionaire?
I'm sure we'd all love to hear them.

1...

1...

How about 1,

3, 11...

1, 3, 11,

21, 22,

31.

Odd that you can't remember

the six numbers
that changed your life.

Computer picked them, okay?
They were random.

- It's not like they had any meaning.
- They did to Doug Courtney.

They were his
and his parents' birthdays,

and he played them
twice a week for years.

And then in may...

- 2006.
- May 19th, to be exact.

May 19th,

those numbers hit,

and Mr. Courtney won $15 million.

And when he told you about it,
you killed him,

and stole the winning ticket

to claim it as your own.

You murdered
your own best friend for money!

- That's a mistake!
- Really?

When we examine this duct tape,
whose fingerprints

and DNA will we find on it, sir?

Whose...

Whose foreign bank account
will we find

was transferring money
to Doug Courtney's checking account

to pay for the storage facility
where you placed his body?

And the letters, of course?

The letters?
You remember the letters.

The letters to Doug's mother,
letters from...

from Hawaii,

Australia...

Peru, New Zealand,

all places Doug wanted to go,

all places she thought he might be.

Well, the interesting thing is
that we can match

the stamps from these letters
to the stamps in your passport.

And the DNA
that we get from the saliva

probably won't hurt our case,
either.

But what's really contemptible, Sir,

is the false hope you gave
to Doug's mother.

How could you be so cruel?

"Cruel"?

You thought that was cruel.

I gave Court's mom
something he never did...

A little attention,

a second thought!

So, before you lecture me,

on cruelty,

let me tell you
a little something about

your so-called victim.

He bought his winning lottery ticket
with money he borrowed from me!

That was my $15 million!

And he was just gonna
walk away with it,

to the nearest casino
and throw it all away,

just like he did everything else!

Money like that...

That was life-changing.
It changed my life.

It certainly did.

It turned you into a killer.

Detective Sanchez.

Hands behind your back.

Gabriel.

You even had me believing
that there was a body in there.

Good job.

Chief, I just want to say thanks

for your support with all this.

Thank you, Detective Sergeant.

- Well, I still have to pass the test.
- I think you already did.

Poor Buzz!

Is that a dent?

I'm so sorry for your loss.

I remember...

you told me that Doug said
he wanted to pay you back

for all the trouble
that he put you through.

Before your son died,
he came into some money,

$15 million, to be exact.

$15 million?

As soon as the court

confirms that that money
actually belonged to him,

it will go to his next of kin,
which is you,

and only you.

You might...

want to use this money
to stand up for yourself.

But...

It won't...
won't bring my son back,

will it?

God.

I gave up on my own son.

How does a mother do that,

give up on a child?

Hello, Charlie.
Is Fritz here?

- You coming with us?
- To the airport? No.

Charlie, take your bags,

get back into your room, and unpack.
You're not going anywhere.

Yes, she is.

I'm not unpacking. I'm going home.
I don't want to be here anymore.

I said take your bags,
go back into your bedroom, and unpack,

or you and your pot-mailing friend
can have a big time out

with the federal justice system

for the illegal transport

of a controlled substance.

You want to be arrested?
Do you?

And still no apology?!

I have had it with her.

- You said she could stay.
- One week. It's up.

She's inconsiderate.
She is difficult.

She's completely self-centered.

She's disrespectful.

She's 16.
What else would she be?

If you can't handle this...

You're the one who wants kids.

I want to be ignored and alienated
by my own children, not someone else's.

She's going home tonight.

We can't give up on her...

Like her parents have.
Like my parents have.

If she leaves now
and gets in trouble again...

I think we ought to hold on
to her for a little while longer...

just so she knows she has someone
that she can rely on.

Which is exactly
what a good mother would say.

I don't know about that.

Would you really have arrested her?

I would have let you do it.