The Closer (2005–2012): Season 5, Episode 2 - Blood Money - full transcript

The video was taken last night by
our surveillance cameras at LAX.

And the star of our little
film is this man here...

...former real-estate
mogul Allan Summers.

Now, Mr. Summers has a lot of problems.

For example, he's being
investigated by the FBI...

...for fraud and embezzlement.

Selling houses he didn't build...

...and building houses he couldn't
connect to power or water supplies.

Since this scheme was uncovered...

...it's had a fairly negative
effect on Summers' finances.

In addition to spending a fortune
keeping himself out of jail...



...he was forced to abandon his latest
residential real-estate development.

And since his company went belly-up...

...his partners are
taking him to court...

...and his employees are suing
him for their lost pensions.

Now, just when it seemed like
things could not get worse...

...Mr. Summers flew into LAX
from Sacramento last night...

...was met at Arrivals by a
driver from his usual car service.

And somewhere between the
airport and his home...

...both Mr. Summers and the
chauffeur completely disappeared.

Stop, Buzz. Can you zoom
in on that card, please?

So Allan Summers and his driver
have only been gone for 12 hours...

...not even long enough to
generate a missing-persons report.

So why are we here?

At 8:00 this morning, Summers'
wife and son went to the bank...



...and told the manager that
he was being held for ransom.

$1,190,476.19, to be exact.

Right. Which no one could give them.

Summers' assets have
been frozen by the FBI.

The son then told the manager...

...the kidnapper had promised to kill
Summers if the police were notified, so...

The bank manager called
our Fraud section.

And fraud called in Detective
Mikki Mendoza here...

...to put together this airport footage in
an attempt to verify Mrs. Summers' story.

So Allan Summers is the target
of both an FBI investigation...

...and a multimillion-dollar
lawsuit, and suddenly he goes missing?

Isn't it more likely
he just skipped town?

But you haven't even finished
watching the video, ma'am.

Excuse me. One second.

Uh, have we spoken to
the Summers' family yet?

Look, Chief Johnson, if Mrs.
Summers' story is true...

...then her husband could
be in imminent danger.

And let's not forget about the
driver, and... Is that your cat?

Yes. Sorry. Um...

She either has to be
with me or at the vet.

- What's her name? Kitty.

She's sick today. I
need to give her a shot.

So, uh, there's more video?

- Buzz. Hold on.

Yes, I have some footage from the
exit of the short-term parking lot.

One second. Okay, that's it.

You see, that's the vehicle registered
to the car service Summers hired.

Allan Summers was met by a chauffeur, but
he drove himself away from the airport.

That's hardly ever a good thing.

It doesn't prove that
Summers was kidnapped.

The whole thing could have been staged.

And where's the driver?

Speaking of whom, Detective Sanchez?

Mario Gomez. DMV says he's 50 years old.

No criminal record.

Thank you.

Oh, yeah, uh, Detective Mikki
Mendoza, this is Detective Sanchez.

And this is Lieutenant Tao.

And you've already met Kitty.

And thank you, lieutenant.
Sergeant David Gabriel. Hi.

Uh, Chief, according
to the driver's boss...

...Gomez has been working for the
car service for about six months.

This was the first time he was
assigned to pick Mr. Summers up.

He didn't return his car and
he's not answering his cell phone.

So both Mr. Summers and his
driver are still missing.

If this is a genuine kidnapping...

...then Mr. Gomez, the
driver, must be involved.

But is he the suspect or the victim?

Good morning, everyone. Heh, heh.

Morning? Lieutenant
Provenza, it's 12:30 p.m.

Well, my apologies. I assure you
it couldn't be helped. Ha, ha.

Hey, hello, Mikki. You staying
out of trouble, sweetie pie?

- Better than you are, sir.
- Attagirl.

Okay, kiddos, what'd I miss?

Lieutenant.

Yeah. Uh, okay.

This crooked real-estate
guy, Allan Summers...

...was picked up at LAX
last night in a town car...

...and no one has seen him since.

Summers is being investigated
for fraud by the FBI...

...so he could have just run away.

But, uh, his family seems to
think that he was kidnapped.

They want access to his
frozen bank accounts...

...so they can pay this weird ransom.

On the other hand, they could
be faking the whole thing.

It's very confusing.

Huh. So where's the chauffeur?

At the moment, we can't
find Mr. Gomez or his car.

Uh, chief, I got, uh, Gomez's
home address from his boss.

Also, the name of one of his
regular fares, a Katherine Ortega.

He's been picking her
up for five months.

She was the one who phoned
when he didn't show today.

Thank you, sergeant.

And, Detective Mendoza, I'm assuming
y'all put out this missing car's plates?

We did. No one's seen it yet.

The kidnapper would have gotten
rid of the car pretty quickly.

Probably somewhere near the airport.

Lieutenant Provenza, I
really need that car...

...and you seem to be
awfully frisky this afternoon.

Well, yes, I am.

And, chief, this is perfect weather to
organize a grid search for a town car.

And I could really go for a nice long
walk around LAX. It'd be good for me.

Okay, do we have a Breathalyzer up here?

Uh, thank you. A grid
search would be very helpful.

You got it.

Uh, Lieutenant Tao, I assume we
have the driver's cell number.

Hmm, I'll try pinging it. Maybe
I can triangulate his position.

Thank you. Chief Pope, I think now is
a good time to bring the family in...

No. No way. You are to stay
arm's length from the family.

If this turns out to be another
one of Allan Summers' frauds...

...his wife and son could be involved.

And if it's not, you could
wind up getting Summers killed.

Look for the driver, but we have to
assume this is a legitimate kidnapping.

If I can't interview
potential suspects...

...and given that this kidnapping
is partially a financial crime...

...can we agree that I need
a forensic accountant...

...to go over the
Summers' finances? Chief.

I think I could follow
the Summers' money trail...

...if the FBI would just
share their files with me.

All right, sergeant.
Do the best you can.

And, Detective Mendoza,
since y'all are so thorough...

...some of your people can keep an
eye on missing chauffeur's residence...

...in case he shows up.

We'd be more than happy
to help in any way we can.

Come on, Tao. I'll drive.

- Chief.
- Yes?

Provenza is wearing a
brand-new tie. It's brand-new.

Something to investigate later.

In the meantime, if you and
Detective Sanchez here...

...could help Detective Mendoza?

And, sergeant, have you located our
missing chauffeur's regular fare yet?

You just told me to have the
FBI help with the money trail.

What would you prefer, me to
contact Katherine Ortega or the FBI?

What's the matter? You
can't do two things at once?

Two things at once.

Hi, Ms. Ortega. Sergeant
Gabriel from the L.A.P.D.

I was calling regarding Mr. Gomez.

So Mario's still missing?

Well, here's the good news, Ms. Ortega:

You know Mario, so you
can help us in our search.

Mario was driving you
to work every night...

...and picking you up in
the morning, is that right?

Goodness. What kind of job
keeps you out all night?

Oh, data entry at a law
firm. It's not very exciting.

Data entry, huh?

- So y'all didn't talk too much about work?
- No, ha, ha. No.

Did Mario mention any family members,
a wife or a girlfriend, maybe?

No.

He was married, but, uh,
his wife died last year.

Of cancer, I think.

Um, I think that's why he's a driver now.
He needed to quit his job, um, be her nurse.

She needed 24-hour care.
They didn't have insurance.

And after his wife passed away,
he couldn't get his old job back...

...so that's why he came to L.A.

So you said that Mario
came to L.A. From where?

Um...

Look, you're my only
link to Mario Gomez.

If you're not straight with
me, and I mean right now...

...I might never find him.

Every second you delay
could be risking his life.

Okay.

He was an illegal. I hate that
word, but he was an illegal.

He thought someone had been following
him home to his apartment every night.

I begged him to call the police.

He said he didn't
wanna go back to Mexico.

Look, I should have called you myself.

Mario begged me not to.

Mario Gomez's social security number
belongs to a guy who died two years ago.

- The girl's right, he's probably
an illegal. A lot of police here.

Judge might wonder why we need
this many for a welfare check.

I'll say it's because I'm concerned
about Mario's welfare. And I am.

Detective.

- Never mind. I'll just pick the lock.
- Step aside.

No! Oh!

Detective Mendoza, you
are jumping the gun.

Front's clear. Checking the back.

I only needed a second.

There's no pictures of his wife.
There's nothing personal here at all.

When you sneak across the border, you
don't get to bring a moving van, chief.

Looks like he was planning on
being home after his airport run.

Chief. Bedroom's clear.

Found some fresh blood on
this towel from the bathroom.

Maybe he cut himself shaving?

Well, that was kind of him.

Let's have SID check it
for DNA and blood type.

I wonder if Gomez
knew who was after him.

Yes, Lieutenant Provenza?

Found it 90 minutes in.

The driver's cell phone
was thrown under the car.

This isn't pretty, chief.

How did this happen?

No casings anywhere.

This close, it was probably a knife.

Or a hatchet.

No one loses this much
blood and lives. No one.

Where's the body? Or bodies?

How did they disappear
without leaving a trail?

Who died?

Lieutenant Tao, I need you
to examine this blood spatter.

Let's find out exactly
what happened here.

Well, one thing's for sure, it's
not just a kidnapping anymore.

No.

Now it's a murder.

There, there, Kitty. I'll
just put you right here.

Okay, Kitty. Please don't move.

I'll try not to hurt you
this time. I promise. Okay?

Uh, oops!

- I'll come back.
- Oh, no.

Will, come in. Come in. You can help me.

Uh...

Okay.

Thanks. Um...

He doesn't like it,
but he won't scratch.

Good.

- You do all this every day?
- Twice.

Um, Kitty's kidneys haven't
been doing too well, so, uh...

...the, uh, vet has her on fluids
and this experimental-drug therapy.

So Kitty has to get shots twice
a day. He can't be left alone.

Um...

Ahem, on the, uh, Summers case, we
seem to have blood but no body...

...a car but no driver, and a
ransom but no money to pay it.

Is there any chance you've
figured out who murdered whom?

Well, uh, according to Mario's regular
fare, Mario was afraid for his life.

And we typed the blood in the town car to
the blood on the towel in his apartment.

- Both O-negative.
- Universal victim.

But, uh, so...

So the blood could also belong...

...to Allan Summers.

And in order to, um, check it
against his medical records...

...I need to contact the family.

- We cannot directly contact the family.
- Oh.

Look, this kidnapper, whoever he is...

...has made it clear that he
has no problem killing people.

So I'm tending to take
his threats seriously.

But in order to rule the family
out completely as suspects...

You may not bring the Summers
in. You may not go to them.

No contact by phone or e-mail.

Now, unless you can find some other way
to talk to them, that is off the table.

There, there, Kitty. There, there.

I need to understand
the Summers' finances.

The amount of the ransom is so
ridiculous that it must mean something.

I just don't think that Sergeant Gabriel
is up to the task of figuring that out.

But as far as the forensic
accounting you're looking for...

...the FBI must already have that.

Do you think Fritz could get a copy
of those files to Sergeant Gabriel?

Fritz and I have decided...

...we're keeping our personal
and professional life separate.

Because the FBI hates me so much.

Well, there's still one or two people at the
Bureau that'll still return my calls, so...

I'll just... I'll take care of that.
I'll see if I can finesse that for us.

Thank you, Will.

Oh, hey.

- Hey, Fritz. How are things? Good.

- You?
- Uh, good, good. I'm just helping with Kitty.

- Well, thanks for that.
- Sure.

Uh, all right. Good to see you.

And I'll get back to you.

- Hey.
- Hey.

How's the patient?

Kitty looks good today.
A little more energy.

You think?

I'm gonna get her on home. You're
gonna be here a while, I take it.

Yes. I need to contact the
family without contacting them...

...and interview them
without interviewing them.

That kind of thing.

I can tell you the FBI is
feeling stupid right now.

We have taps on all of Summers' phones
and we were monitoring his credit cards.

And to have him kidnapped like this is
bad, awful, horrible, and crappy for us.

We're thrilled not to
be officially involved...

...but if we can help
you behind the scenes...

No. I don't want you talking
with the FBI on my behalf.

- We decided.
- All right.

All right.

Bye, Kitty. Bye-bye. Bye.

I mean, what would they say,
anyway, behind the scenes?

Hmm... Well, they would probably say...

...give the family the
money for the ransom.

In fact, if you could get
proof of life on Summers...

...the FBI would unfreeze his accounts.

Then you could put tracer bills in
the cash that the Summers withdraw...

...follow the transmitters, let
the ransom lead you to kidnappers...

...or to Summers himself, if
this is another one of his frauds.

Best thing about all of that,
since you'd be running the case...

...is you keep total
control over the money.

So I'd be like a bank.

Remember to eat.

Bye. Bye, Kitty. Bye-bye.

Chief, Mrs. Summers and her
son are coming into the bank.

Excuse me. I'm Mary Summers
and this is my son, Adam.

Mr. Elkins called to say that you were
the person to see about our problem.

Yes, ma'am. Have a seat, Mrs. Summers.

We just need to clarify a few issues
before we execute the transaction.

Anything.

Um, this is the man who picked
your husband up from the airport.

His name is Mario Gomez,
works for a car service.

- You ever seen him before? What?

- Why would we know the chauffeurs?
- Oh, God.

Don't "Oh, God" me, Adam.

We're grateful for your
help, but we have a deadline.

Why does the bank care
about who was driving?

Well, unfortunately, Mrs. Summers,
your assets have been frozen by the FBI.

They just won't release
them because we ask them to.

Listen to me. There's over
$5 million in that account.

That's all the money Allan
and I have left in the world.

There's no place else
to go for this ransom.

You have to release the funds.
You just said you would. Please.

Here's the problem, Mrs. Summers.

Your husband has been involved in
some dodgy business ventures of late.

He might be faking this kidnapping
in order to get money from the bank.

What? Who are you to
make these accusations?

Deputy Chief Brenda
Leigh Johnson of L.A.P.D.

This is Sergeant David Gabriel.

Now wait a minute, wait a
minute. We were told "no police."

- That's no longer possible.
- They'll kill him.

Which is why, before
we pay the ransom...

...we have to make sure that
your husband is still alive.

And we need your help with that.

How? What can we do?

Oh, for starters, what's
your father's blood type?

It's A-positive, same as me.

That's good for your father.
That's not so good for Mr. Gomez.

- Who?
- The driver. The guy who picked up Dad.

The death of a chauffeur may be
beneath your notice, Mrs. Summers...

...but it's not beneath mine.

Apparently, Mr. Gomez was murdered
during the abduction of your husband.

And a criminal who kills once
will most likely do it again.

You mentioned a deadline?

The kidnapper's calling
us back at 8:00 tonight.

Once he knows we can get the money,
he'll give us more instructions.

Mrs. Summers...

...your husband has been under
a lot of pressure lately...

...with investigations and lawsuits.

Is it possible he just ran away?

I can't believe he
would leave us like that.

We couldn't believe it when
he sold homes to people...

...without securing water rights.
- Stop it.

Lost everything his partners gave
him, the employee pension fund...

...our whole company.

That sounds like he'd have a
lot of people to run away from.

A million dollars would give him...

Wouldn't begin to cover what my
father would want to start a new life.

In fact, it's the relatively
small amount of the ransom...

...that makes me believe that my father
is in a life-threatening situation.

So we're back to the original
question. What do you need from us?

When the kidnapper calls tonight...

...I want you to ask him to
put your father on the phone.

And with your permission,
we'll be listening in.

Once we have proof of life, the
FBI will unfreeze your money.

You can pick it up here in the morning.

And then what?

I'll try to make sure your husband
doesn't end up like Mario Gomez.

Ms. Johnson, I suppose we have no
choice but to do what you ask...

...even though you have done nothing
but frighten us and insult us.

- Lf anything happens to my husband...
- Thank you so much for your cooperation.

And you can go to hell.

Okay, Sanchez is posted
with Mendoza and SIS.

They're sitting on the Summers house.

We're also linked into the tap
of their home phones over here.

- Sergeant Gabriel,
are you ready? I am.

The FBI, who I have on hold right now...

...gave me a direct line into
Summers' account and his password.

The moment we have proof of life,
they'll unfreeze the account.

There's over $5 million here.

And the kidnappers only
want a little over 1 million.

If Summers was behind this,
don't you think he'd take it all?

Maybe he wanted to leave
something behind, for his wife.

You haven't met her.

You haven't met her.

- Watch every penny, sergeant.
- I am.

Check it out, chief.

Electronic tracers buried
inside. They look real, huh?

Throw these in a stack of bills,
they'll lead us right to the bad guy.

So the Summers withdraw the
cash tomorrow from the bank...

...and then we follow the
money until we find our victim.

The Summers' phone is ringing.

Eight o'clock on the dot.

Hello? Do you have the money?

I need to speak to my husband.

Do you have the money? Did
you get access to the account?

I have to know Allan's
okay first. Hold on.

Mary? Mary, are you there?

Oh, Allan. Oh, God. Are you all right?

Darling, I'm fine. Oh, Allan.

Mary, everything's gonna be okay.

We worked out a very
good way of handling this.

Follow this man's instructions
and I'll be home tomorrow night.

I love you. I love Adam.
I love you both so much.

Wait, Allan.
- All right, proof of life.

Yes, sir. Thank you.

Okay, I am unfreezing the account.

I want the money in two
heavy-duty garbage bags...

... noon tomorrow.

Drop the bags in the trash can
on the corner of 5th and Grand.

Come alone. No cops.

- Do not bring your cell
phone. Understand? Yes.

If you fail to follow
these instructions...

... your husband ends up like the guy
who picked him up from the airport.

Ugh. The call's untraceable, chief.

Okay, um, we need to notify
Mario Gomez's next of kin.

Probably in Mexico somewhere.

We don't even know if that's his real
name. Could you get on that, please?

- Chief, Mrs. Summers is on the phone.
- Uh, one second.

Commander, uh, let's have SIS
continue watching the Summers...

...and put some extra
units on tomorrow's drop.

- Call Detective Sanchez...
- Oh, no, no... Come on.

- What is it, sergeant?
- The Summers' money, it's gone.

- What do you mean? Just this second.

I turned back to listen to
you. When I looked back down...

...the balance had gone down by...
- How much?

Hold on. Checking.

- $1,190,476.
- And 19 cents.

Chief, I am so sorry.

Well, it's not as bad as it looks.

What are you talking
about? The driver is dead.

The kidnapper tricked us
into giving him the ransom.

Or worse yet, Summers
planned this whole thing...

...and we helped him
steal over $1 million.

The FBI's gonna be upset when I ask
them to find where this money went.

That's if they ever
actually answer the phone.

It's the FBI's fault. They were
supposed to be keeping tabs on Summers.

They gave us permission
to unfreeze the account.

Come in.

- Ah.
- Yes, what is it, sergeant?

I, uh, ahem, I traced the bank transfer and
I found out where Summers' money is going.

- Did you get a name?
- Of a country.

- The ransom's off to the Cayman Islands.
- Oh!

From there, it can be sent anywhere
without being traced. Great.

But the good news here...

...is that the money won't be credited to
the Cayman Islands' account until 7 a.m.

So we still have a few hours
to figure this thing out.

Did FBI give you a copy of the
Summers fraud investigation yet?

- No.
- Well, they need to hurry those files along.

I wanna understand the amount of ransom.

It can't be random.
It must mean something.

Sergeant. Here.

Congratulations. You're now
officially on hold with the FBI.

Good luck getting them to hurry.

Look, I just wanna say that I'm, uh,
really sorry about losing the money.

Maybe Detective Daniels
could have done a better job.

I don't know about that.

It was a protected account.

Allan Summers was the
only other person...

...besides the bank and the
FBI to even have that password.

Summers knows a great
deal about finance.

Maybe, but he doesn't know the
first thing about blood spatter.

- Lieutenant Tao? Behind
the murder board, chief.

I figured out what happened
in Gomez's town car.

Is this my desk?

The driver's throat was slashed
here, spurting arterial blood.

Then the victim leapt over
these two rows to here.

He then flew over the headrest...

...and shot himself in the
head with a vanishing bullet.

You're saying the
crime scene was staged?

The blood couldn't have come
from any series of wounds.

And there are no smear marks
anywhere inside the car.

And the body wasn't dragged out of it.
No blood outside the car, not one drop.

So, what do you think happened?

My opinion, the blood was brought
to the car in a container...

...and splashed inside.

Though where anybody got this
much of it at once is beyond me.

Mario's regular fare said...

...that when Mario's wife
got sick, he became her nurse.

And nurses know how to draw blood.

But this would have taken a lot
of elaborate planning, chief.

Mario Gomez would have to know...

...he needed this much blood
weeks before the kidnapping.

And he also would had to
have known Allan Summers.

Okay, stop, Buzz.

Play it back from when we
first see Allan Summers.

- And slow it down this time.
- Oh, sure.

Okay, freeze it. You
see that, lieutenant?

The other drivers are
holding up name cards...

...before the passengers come out.

But Mario doesn't lift his
until he sees Allan Summers.

But according to his boss, Mario
never drove Allan Summers before.

Summers didn't know Mario,
but Mario certainly knew him.

- So it's not a murder anymore.
- No.

Now it's a kidnapping, again.

So this illegal immigrant
took a job as a driver...

...then kidnapped Allan
Summers first chance he got...

...then staged his own death?

After which, he executed an
international money-laundering scheme.

It's the amount of the ransom that
makes no sense. If I understood that...

Chief, I got the FBI's
case file on Allan Summers.

- Oh, finally.
- Finally. And I've been doing a little math.

Now, Summers' employees were
suing him for $300 million.

Subtract $100 million that they agreed
to pay their attorneys if they won.

- Lawyers.
- And that leaves us with $200 million.

Now, there were 168 litigants.

If they won their case, each employee
would have received a payoff of...

...$1,190,476.19.

Maybe somebody didn't trust the courts.

Excellent work, sergeant.

Do you have the names and
addresses of these employees?

Everyone who's worked
for Summers' properties.

We only have hours to find the victim.

Look through your file.
Find me a Latino man...

...who knows about money,
might have lost his wife...

...and who looks like this.

Mario Gomez is actually Mario Vargas,
born and raised in Los Angeles.

Spent the last 20 years as a risk
analyst for Allan Summers' company.

He lost everything in the collapse.
His house here is being repossessed.

If this is Vargas' real house,
what about the apartment?

All part of the fake
identity he established.

The driver's license he bought, the extra
cell phone he dumped at the town car.

Like pretending to be an
illegal afraid for his life...

...with the girl he drove
back and forth to work.

Vargas does all that so he can get
a job as a driver and kidnap Summers?

His wife apparently
died of cancer recently.

Maybe he was looking
for someone to blame.

Nice tie you got there.

Really?

Well, ha, ha...

...thanks.

Yeah, thanks. Uh, what
are you looking for?

Vargas has 15 photographs
of this house in his kitchen.

Yeah?

Hmm. Looks, uh, looks new.

- No address?
- No.

Trying to find something that
might tell us where it is.

Well, good.

What's with you?

Uh, haven't slept in two days.

Back is sore. My neck is stiff.

I hurt in places I forgot I had.

- You're seeing someone.
- What?

- Admit it. You're dating.
- Mind your own business, huh.

Why don't you go find
out where this house is...

...while I catch my second wind?

And stop staring at my tie.

So we mobilize the entire
L.A.P.D. To find Summers...

...pick up this Vargas guy,
and neither one of them is here.

Vargas is coming back.

Mendoza has eight SIS vehicles
on the lookout for his car.

How do we know for
sure he's coming back?

The Cayman Islands' account probably
posted the ransom an hour ago.

- Where's he headed?
- Mexico City.

And then someplace without an
extradition treaty, I imagine.

Chief.

In taking care of his wife...

...Mr. Vargas probably became
quite proficient with a hypodermic.

You do get better as you go along.

He could have been drawing
his own blood for months.

Saving up enough to throw
around inside that car.

Subject vehicle is coming
around the exit point now.

Chief, I found a current
cell-phone bill for Mario Vargas.

I have Mikki on the line.

SIS made Vargas' car.
It's coming this way.

No passenger onboard.

If Vargas drives up now and sees
us here, he's not gonna stop.

- Tell Mikki we're going with Plan B.
- Plan B? Yes.

Mikki, go with Plan B.
I repeat, go with Plan B.

Hello?

- Mario Vargas?
- Yeah. Who's this?

This is deputy chief Brenda
Leigh Johnson of the L.A.P.D.

We were hoping you could
come to Parker Center today...

...our headquarters downtown...

...and help us with a
little problem we're having.

And what problem is that?

I understand you used to
work for Allan Summers.

Yeah, a year ago. His
company went bankrupt.

We may have found where Mr. Summers
was storing a whole bunch of extra cash.

We were hoping that you
and his other employees...

...could help us find it.

I wouldn't be much use in that regard.

I only analyzed the data as Mr.
Summers sent it down to our department.

And it was all lies. I really
had no idea what he was doing.

If it's more convenient, I could
stop by your place, save you the trip.

Or, if you have a minute now,
we could chat on the phone.

Now is not a good time
for me, I'm driving.

There's really nothing I can do for you.

All right, then, sir.
Sorry to bother you.

I just have one more teeny-tiny
question before I let you go.

Okay.

What's the question?

Sir, are you wearing a seat belt?

What?

- Wow!
- Get out of the car. Now. Now.

Hands where I can see them.

Nice work, Detective Mendoza.

Mario Vargas, I'm deputy chief
Brenda Leigh Johnson of the L.A.P.D.

And at the risk of stating the
obvious, sir, you are under arrest.

I'll take it from here.

Suspect in custody, Code
4. Nice work, everyone.

Returning to base.

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 and
to have one present during questioning.

If you cannot afford an attorney, one
will be provided to you by the state.

Have you heard and
understood your rights?

Yes.

Do you want a lawyer?

For what?

All right, well, I'm
in a terrible hurry.

All you have left to do is tell
me where to find Allan Summers.

Why? Is he missing?

Sir, we are way beyond the "I don't
know what you're talking about" phase.

I know exactly what you did
and exactly how you did it.

We will eventually find the computer
used to transfer the money...

...which will connect you
to the bank in the Caymans.

You don't know much about the
Cayman Islands, do you, son?

Sir, the name of the
game here is "leniency"...

...which I will do my very best to
arrange if you tell me right now...

...where to find Allan Summers.

Okay, I'll tell you about Allan Summers.

He took a lot of money that
belonged to other people...

...and what he didn't spend, he lost.

He destroyed thousands of
lives and then just walked away.

Mr. Vargas, you were your
company's risk analyst.

What are you saying, you didn't
know what Summers was up to?

That sounds a lot like my last job
interview and the one before that.

Summers was a swindler
pretending to be a businessman.

He stole $600 million from
people who trusted him.

And what did you do about
that? I'll tell you: Nothing.

You never do anything about
people like Allan Summers.

You mean people who
commit crimes for money?

Sounds a lot like you, because
from where I'm sitting...

...you're nothing but a methodical bank
robber pretending to be a chauffeur.

- You're worse than Allan Summers.
- Worse than...?

- Well, you're the violent one.
- I'm violent? He killed my wife.

Oh, come on.

Allan Summers didn't even
know you, much less your wife.

How did he kill her?

When we lost our jobs,
we lost our healthcare.

My wife got pancreatic cancer.

So your insurance
company killed your wife.

I wouldn't have lost my insurance...

...if Allan Summers were
a decent human being.

Even if he had been a
more decent businessman.

I watched as my wife lay
suffering and blamed herself.

You wanna know what she did?

To save me our last $5000,
she killed herself, okay?

She shot herself in the head...

...because she was too expensive
to take care of anymore.

She died while she still
had a chance to recover.

But what did she have to live for?
He took everything. Everything.

So you arrest me...

...and Allan Summers you want
to rescue. How's that fair?

I don't work for the
fairness system, sir.

Allan Summers has done terrible things.

If you tell me where he is...

...I promise to do my best to get
justice for what he took from you.

And how's my wife gonna get that?

Justice?

How do you suppose Allan Summers
could settle accounts with her?

And is this what your wife
would have wanted you to do?

Take the man who caused
all her suffering...

...and yours and the suffering
of thousands of others...

...and transform him from
a criminal into a victim?

Because the longer it takes
for us to find Allan Summers...

...the more sympathetic he becomes.

Is that what you want?

Okay. You wanna know where Allan
Summers is? Fine, I'll tell you.

He's in a hell of his own making.

Right.

Thank you.

Sergeant Gabriel.

- This has to be the place.
- For once, I'm happy to be renting.

"Hell of his own making."

Get us inside, please.

Bathroom clear.

Found him.

Okay, Mr. Vargas. Okay.

Now it's a murder.