The Closer (2005–2012): Season 6, Episode 1 - The Big Bang - full transcript
Brenda and the Major Crimes unit have just moved into their offices at the new police headquarters when they are called to investigate the murder of Steven Beebe an amateur astronomer who it would seem was shot while out on his balcony. He's been having an affair with the married Cherie Walker, who had hired him to do repairs on her house. Cherie was in his bed when he was killed but Cherie claims she was sound asleep when it happened. He had a history of sleeping with customers but other than that, his employees Melanie and Paul Ryder say he was a good, reliable boss. The police soon determine that he was shot with a high-powered rifle from the Walker's house, which is in direct line of sight with Beebe's balcony. Beebe's computer password is the clue that leads to the identity of the killer. Meanwhile, Assistant Chief Pope tells everyone there's going to be a major announcement.
Air 14 coming
for the watch commander.
Air 14's on the
way, sir. Police 14, we are over the call.
I've got a body in sight.
He is tied up in the wires...
...on the side of the building.
Looks like he might have
some head wounds.
Possible gunshot wounds, guys.
Air 14 to the units:
I got you there. Use caution.
I cannot clear the inside.
No movement, but we might have victims.
We might have a shooter in the area.
Use caution, gentlemen.
Airship 14.
The body's in the wires.
Yeah, roger that. He's caught up
in the wires outside the house.
Air 14 to the guys on the ground...
...talked to the watch commander.
Be advised. He wants you to secure
the scene and wait for Major Crimes.
Air 14? Hey, guys,
this is a Major Crimes case.
Just secure the scene and stand by
for them per the watch commander.
But I'd rather have Mr. Beebe's body
brought back up here.
I know. It's the fire department's call.
- They want him lowered to the ground.
- Fine.
Excuse me, Mr. Fireman.
When you cut him loose and he slams
against the side of the house...
...could you cover him with a tarp?
I don't want Mr. Beebe's friends
to see him like this.
You got it, ma'am.
Now that our new building
has its own briefing room...
...would you ask the press to go downtown
to meet with Commander Taylor?
Sure.
What do you want reporters to know?
That it doesn't look like a suicide.
So chief, it seems Mr. Beebe
was shot before dawn...
...while his computer was logging
photographs off the telescope.
- Photographs of what?
- Can't say.
His laptop goes to sleep
after five minutes.
I need a password to log back on,
and I don't have it.
Maybe he was scanning
the neighborhood for heavenly bodies.
Well, he has a heavenly body
in his bedroom.
A Mrs. Cherie Walker.
And she really wants to leave here...
...before her husband finds out
where she spent the night.
Could you tell her I'll be down
to speak with her in a minute?
So, Detective Sanchez, do we have
any idea how things played out here?
Three shots, chief.
7.62 NATO rounds.
First bullet lands here.
Second one here.
And then one more bullet
in the back of the victim's head.
The impact pushes the victim
over the railing...
You know, it had to happen fast.
So automatic weapon.
Judging from the angles of the impacts,
I'd say the shooter...
...was at least 200 yards away.
Somewhere over there.
So it looks like our victim
wasn't the only one using a scope.
And it was early in the morning,
so it was a night scope at that.
So Mr. Beebe and Cherie have dinner,
go downstairs for a little intimacy.
And then at some point
early this morning...
...our victim pops back up here
to look at what?
I have no idea.
I didn't even know Steven
had gotten out of bed.
Look. My husband is going
to be back in town any minute.
Please. You... You have to let me go.
Listen to me, Cherie.
I'm not the adultery police.
The last thing I wanna do
is to tell anyone.
Why don't we take you downtown,
figure out what to tell your husband?
- He's away in?
- Palm Springs.
- But he's flying back this morning.
- Flying? It's a pretty quick drive.
He's helping them build a control tower
for their airport.
He always flies.
And he's gonna be home any second.
And your husband's name is?
Caleb. He's a former Army officer.
West Point graduate.
And very, very uptight.
He's not... He is not going
to understand my side of things at all.
And does Caleb know Mr. Beebe?
Oh, yeah. He hired Steven
to rebuild our terrace.
Oh. So Mr. Beebe is your contractor.
Yeah. And since Caleb travels so much,
I dealt with the remodel.
Oh.
And how long have you and Steven
been seeing each other?
About three weeks.
He stopped by one night...
...to make sure the grilling station
had been set up properly.
And it was dark out. And Steven
was pointing out the stars to me.
- Mmm.
- Heh.
This one and that one.
I'm bad with names.
Anyway, somehow or other,
we started making out.
Oh.
Steven set his alarm
for 4:00 this morning.
And you just slept right through it?
Maybe because of all the champagne.
Which is why I stayed the night.
I thought it would be very wrong
to drive home drunk.
A responsible choice.
Tell me, take me back to last night...
...when you and Steven were upstairs
on the roof.
Did Steven show you anything
in his telescope?
Yeah. We tracked the space station
for a while.
Oh, and he showed me
what our house looked like upside down.
- You can see your house from here?
- Mm-hm.
Okay. That's Cherie Walker's terrace.
You can see the work being done on it.
Oh!
I think Mr. Walker's home
from Palm Springs.
And if you want to see
how he looks right-side up, I have it.
Chief, I say we wire Cherie, send her home,
see if she and her husband get into it.
He may have killed her boyfriend.
What if he shoots?
Then we solved the case.
I cannot think
of a more irresponsible suggestion.
No, I say we ask Mr. Walker
to visit us in our new building.
He can be the first person to try out
those horrible new interview rooms.
Oh, my.
- Oh, come on.
- It's not my fault.
- There goes the suspect.
- I'm trying to fix it.
Oh, for Pete's sake...
- Don't pull on it.
- Well, what button are you pressing?
Just... Just let go, please.
This remote control's worthless.
Okay, so the screen is not working yet.
We'll fix that.
But otherwise, pretty great, right?
Yeah, we were told that we can't have
a coffee maker or a refrigerator in here.
That's because we have a break room
with all that stuff in it down the hall.
Any other complaints about
your new divisional headquarters?
And how about the wall separating
my office from my conference room?
Well, that's nothing.
- She's a person of interest.
- I couldn't agree more.
Go introduce yourself.
Her husband doesn't know she's here.
Speaking of her husband, I dumped him
in one of the interview rooms.
Good luck getting anything out of him.
Lieutenant Provenza,
your desk is city property.
- It was supposed to be sold at auction.
- It was. I bought it.
This desk is the longest relationship
of my adult life and I am not giving it up.
And these seating assignments
are ridiculous.
Tao. Tao.
Have you been able to get past the
password on our victim's computer yet?
That would mean no.
Chief, we still don't know what our
victim was looking at when he was shot.
Is there anything you want us
to be working on here?
Yes, lieutenant, there is.
Not all remodels go as planned.
Let's ask some of Mr. Beebe's employees
to compile a list of their clients.
Let's see how popular he was
with his customers.
Where am I going?
Thank you.
Could someone please find out
why there were no shots-fired reports...
...in the victim's neighborhood?
Thank you.
Chief Pope, could you please...? Oh!
For heaven sakes.
I can't move in this place.
Nothing works around here. Nothing.
Read what it says here, Will.
"Hard Interview Room."
What kind of message
is that supposed to send?
It's intimidating.
I decide when to intimidate people
around here.
Not the building. And this...
This. Who, over the age of 10,
can sit next to this mirror...
...without knowing
they're being watched?
- We film people all the time.
- But they don't know.
And even if they do,
they can't see the cameras.
Oh!
This new building
is an obstacle course.
You've been here five days.
Give the building a chance.
You'll adapt to it. I promise.
And look,
as different as things might seem...
...the really important stuff
hasn't changed at all.
You still have a murder to work out.
And a suspect you need to interview.
Just stay centered on that
and everything else will fall into place.
You'll be okay.
And all his customers too. Oh.
I thought you said
this room was empty?
I'm so sorry about that.
I was told this room was vacant.
- Who are you, again?
- Caleb Walker.
Caleb Walker. One second.
It's a Mr. Caleb Walker.
I don't know
about this two-way mirror thing.
I'm so sorry about that, Mr. Walker.
It's just that we are talking to all...
...of Mr. Steven Beebe's customers
and neighbors.
And you are both.
Which is why I said yes when your
people asked me to come down here.
Then I was read my rights
and put in this room.
Is that how you treat people
when they help?
No, sir. It isn't.
So let's just honor your commitment...
...to being a good citizen and rush,
rush, rush through these questions.
Um...
Did you hear gunshots last night?
As I told the other guy,
I wasn't home last night.
I flew in from Palm Springs
this morning.
- Okay?
- Oh, you already spoke to someone else?
Where is your form?
Uh, let's see.
What do we need to ask you?
Walker, Walker, Walker.
Walker, Walker, Walker.
Oh! Here you are. Walker, Caleb.
- Oh, my.
- "Oh, my," what?
Well, your paperwork is filed right next
to a Walker, Cherie, same home address.
Your daughter?
My wife. Why?
Is she about to tell this guy
his wife was cheating on him?
Maybe that's why we called it
a Hard Interview Room.
Well, there's just no easy way
to say this.
While you were in Palm Springs,
your wife spent the night with the victim.
Did you know or suspect...
...that your wife and your contractor
were close?
This is why you asked me down here.
Put me in this room.
To tell me Cherie had an affair.
See my reaction.
Well...
Here it is.
You're gonna pay
for this little ambush.
And now I'm telling you,
and everyone behind that mirror...
...I'm not saying another word
until I get an attorney.
- Here, chief, let me take that for you.
- Thank you so much, commander.
So have you heard from
the Palm Springs Police Department?
Did Walker's alibi hold up?
They sent film of him boarding a plane
to Burbank yesterday morning at 7 a.m.
How good is that?
He could have driven to L. A...
...shot Mr. Beebe, then driven back
in time to make his flight.
On another matter, Chief Johnson...
...do you know that I am the only person
of my rank...
...who hasn't been assigned an office
in our new building here?
I've been trying to return some files
to Commander Hood for days.
And his name doesn't turn up
on any floor...
- He's dead.
- Oh, horrible. That's terrible.
Massive coronary. And the office he had
went to the guy who replaced him.
I've been trying to speak to Pope...
...about where I should go,
but he seems distracted.
Well, you're welcome to camp out
with us for a bit...
...if you need to, commander.
- Thanks. I might take you up on that.
- Oh, that's fine.
- I'll put these upstairs.
- Thank you.
Media can't get enough
of the building.
I hate it.
Cops aren't happy
unless they're miserable.
God, look at me.
I just broke my hand...
...helping my daughter out of a tree
in the back yard...
...and I haven't been to the gym for weeks.
I feel fat. Do I look fat to you?
I have a murder.
Do you want an update?
Yeah. Yeah. Tell me everything.
I need to confirm the weapon
was fired from the suspect's house...
...before I can get a warrant
for his residence.
You must have evidence of some kind.
I mean, you held Walker overnight.
- Did you not hear him threaten me?
- Oh.
Right. Well, we can't arrest everybody
who does that.
Very funny.
And Mr. Walker has motive.
Well, yeah, but only if he knew...
...his wife was having an affair
before you told him.
He's also a retired military officer
and a West Point graduate.
Which means he has experience
with weapons and night-vision optics.
- What are you doing here?
- Um...
Turning this into an interview room.
Yeah, but this is
your Visitor Conference Center.
Look, you told me
to adapt to the building.
I have the different-colored
paint chips...
...you asked me to get
for the Murder Room.
I'm leaning toward the Iceberg
or the Royal Blue.
Although, I have to say,
Viridian is awfully nice.
Hmm?
Chief Johnson? With me. With me.
Adapt to the building.
Not adapt the building to you.
You have any idea how much I've gone
through so you can have this facility?
Oh, yeah, sure. You did it all for me.
This may be state-of-the-art,
but it wasn't designed...
...by anyone
who understands interrogation.
I'm the resident expert here
on making people talk.
Yeah, well, I haven't seen much proof
of that lately.
That is completely unfair. This...
A poor workman
always blames his tools.
Look, Parker Center
didn't even have caller ID.
Our headquarters is at the cutting edge
of every technology in the world.
I need for you and Major Crimes
to fully embrace this place...
...for at least the next two months.
- Why?
There's gonna be a big announcement.
You and your division will behave as
though this place is perfect in every way.
- Perfect in every way. Really?
- Mm-hm.
- What happened to your wall?
- Hm?
There was a wall here last week
when we first moved in. Where is it?
I had to walk out of my office
to get to my conference room.
Okay. Customize your space.
Just stop blaming the building
for your failures.
Now, have you figured out yet how Walker
knew the victim was gonna be on his roof?
I'm sorry, chief. I still have no idea.
I'm sure the pictures
from Mr. Beebe's telescope are on here.
I can't figure out the password.
I've tried birthday combinations.
His current and previous addresses.
Mother's maiden.
I'm cycling random words through
an application that was given...
Tao, we get the idea, huh?
Chief, Taylor left this box of stuff here.
- Oh.
- And Flynn has got Cherie...
...in our lovely new break room.
- Does she not like her hotel?
Her husband's lawyer called her cell...
...and told her we ratted her out
about the affair.
Oh, that. Right.
Uh, tell me, lieutenant...
...did I approach Mr. Walker the wrong
way yesterday, in your opinion?
Come on, chief. You know, it's just
a guy looking at a two-way mirror...
...and he saw someone who really
needed an attorney, that's all.
Right. Is that the murder
weapon? An M1-10?
- A newer model of it, chief.
Semi-automatic. - Oh.
Developed for military snipers.
Has the best night scope I've ever seen.
Plus, it has a flash suppressor
and a built-in silencer.
Explains why no one heard shots fired
on the night of the murder.
Oh, I've had it with this murder board.
This control thingy.
- Chief? Chief?
- What is it?
Oh, hello.
These are Mr. Beebe's employees
you wanted to talk to.
This is Melanie Ryder,
she was his bookkeeper.
This is her husband, Paul.
Construction foreman.
They brought the client list
like you asked for.
Right. Well, thank you so much
for coming in.
Pleasure. Why don't we head
into my office? Right this way.
I'm so sorry for your loss.
My apologies.
We're just moving in here.
Uh, you were saying?
The construction workers are temps,
we rented all our equipment...
...so in terms of full-time employees,
it's just us.
And Mr. Beebe's business.
How was it doing financially?
He had enough to make payroll
for months...
...except I wasn't authorized to sign checks
so we can't even pay ourselves.
On the night that Steven was murdered,
he went upstairs to his roof...
...and was looking at something
through his telescope.
You have any idea
what that might have been?
Stars?
Steven wasn't a peeping Tom.
Whatever he was looking at,
it was in the sky. I promise.
Sounds like you were close to him.
Since high school. Best friend.
My boss too, I guess, but friend first.
- Did his customers like him too?
- Usually.
When you're tearing up
someone's home like that...
...changing the center
of their daily lives, that causes stress.
It does, doesn't it?
What kind of stress
are we talking about?
A couple of home thefts.
But that's common at construction sites.
Appliances, TVs.
Our insurance replaced
or paid for everything our clients lost.
Would y'all like some candy?
There's plenty here.
All different kinds, all shapes.
- No.
- No, thank you, chief.
What about Steven's romantic life?
Did you ever have any complaints
about that?
For example?
Would you be surprised to hear
that the wife of one of your clients...
...was sleeping in Steven's bed
when he was murdered?
Yeah, we knew that he'd become closer
than he should have to Cherie Walker.
So maybe her husband knew too.
Any chance some of the temps
working at the Walker house...
...knew about the affair?
- I'm sure they did.
Steven could be extremely demonstrative.
He was like a teenager that way.
You sound upset about that.
This happened a lot.
I never talked to Melanie...
...about the way Steven behaved
until recently.
I didn't think she'd be okay with it.
You weren't okay with it, either, Paul.
Look, Steven had
this one character flaw, okay?
He would get infatuated.
For a month or two, nothing else mattered.
But it wasn't all his fault.
Wasn't just his fault.
Women fell for him.
What was he supposed to do?
Cherie said Mr. Beebe invited her over
to his place to see the space station.
Yeah. That was part
of Steven's routine.
Think he got more use
out of the space station than NASA did.
Okay, you know something?
It is really infuriating...
...to hear you talk
in this "boys will be boys" kind of way.
For one thing, you don't even mean it.
Look where Steven's behavior has put us.
We could end up losing everything.
- Everything.
- Chief?
Yes?
Ballistics says the murder weapon could
have been fired from the Walker's house.
I have our search warrant.
Please don't tear up everything
we just had built. It cost a fortune.
Chief, look at this path.
Someone wiped away their tracks.
Think this rifle mount might help?
Found it next to the water cooler.
Hold up the dummy.
Go, lieutenant.
Okay, chief. I have a clear line of sight
to our victim's house.
You could make this shot.
With a steady hand and a little practice,
even she could do it.
Not without this weapon.
Let's see if we can find a rifle
just like this one on the premises.
And some casings would be great too.
Maybe you could, like, go on keeping me
as a protected witness too.
Don't worry, Cherie. I have no intention
of letting you go anywhere.
You've been having an affair
how long?
Less than a month. But I sort of fell
into it because you've been away a lot.
- So I want to kill you.
- Not me. My boyfriend.
- Why not the both of you?
- We were on the roof for a while.
But you waited until my boyfriend
was alone to shoot him.
And you're sure my motive
is jealousy?
Not irritation
that everything you promised me...
...you would bring to your new office
is still boxed up here?
It's not my fault.
I park blocks from where I work.
And you don't wanna kill me, anyway.
You wanna kill my boyfriend.
I certainly do.
So if I don't blame you for the affair,
I have to blame the guy who seduced you.
That's right. But just so you know,
I'd never blame the other woman.
It'd be your fault a hundred percent.
- Who's the killer here? Me or you?
- You. Sorry. Go ahead.
Jealousy can provoke a crime
of passion.
But it can also arrive in stages.
Like grief.
Shock. Denial. Rage.
- Followed by gunshots to the head.
- From a sniper rifle I still can't find.
Which indicates planning on my part...
...and that I'm hoping
to get away with it.
So how did I react
when you first told me about the affair?
Was I cool, calm, and collected?
Or did I drag all your boxes into
the driveway and put a hose to them?
Well, don't do that.
I've been faithful to you in every way.
Well, I'm the forgiving type.
But what about your suspect?
Is he a crime of passion
kind of guy?
Or was he cold and calculating?
And how did he know your victim was
gonna go back up on the roof at 4 a. m?
Because somehow he knew
what Mr. Beebe...
...was going to be looking at
through his telescope.
You have any idea
what that might have been?
The Constellation of Sagittarius.
In particular, the Milky Way.
Hundreds of thousands of stars
crammed together...
...at the center of the galaxy,
shining brightest in North America...
...during the months of July and August.
In fact during a recent...
Thank you, Dr. Sagan. Can you please
just scroll through the photos?
We're looking
for something incriminating.
Like a picture of Walker aiming a gun
at the victim.
How did you find the password
to the victim's computer?
Mr. Beebe's foreman told us whenever
he became infatuated with someone...
...she took over his life.
- He changed his password to Cherie?
Mr. Beebe really was a teenager.
So the Milky Way is brightest
over the next two months.
Not specific
to the night of the murder.
It is, actually. Normally Mr. Beebe
couldn't take pictures from his house.
The ambient light
from the city would wash out the stars.
Because of the recession, L.A. has
been turning off the streetlights...
...in different neighborhoods two hours
before sunrise.
On the night of the murder, Mr. Beebe's
neighborhood went dark at 3:58 a.m.
Oh, Lieutenant Flynn.
A usable murder board.
Thank you so much.
Let's get everything on it
while the other one is still down.
Mr. Beebe was looking at the stars.
And he changed his password
to Cherie.
What does that mean?
It means I need to question
Caleb Walker again.
Well, you're gonna have to settle
for his attorney...
...who's waiting
in our new break room.
Chief, you mind if I park
in your conference room for a while?
No, Commander Taylor. Go ahead.
Thank you.
All right, gentlemen.
Now that we located
the center of the galaxy...
...I want to find that murder weapon.
Run every name connected to this case,
including those of Mr. Beebe's clients.
See if anyone is registered
as owning an M1-10 rifle.
Thank you so much.
And if someone could please find out...
...where
Commander Taylor's office is...
...I'd really appreciate it.
Thank you so much.
- Chief?
- Yes?
Break room.
- The break room's that way.
- Oh.
All right, people. You heard her.
Let's hop to it.
Mr. Walker wants to go home.
And he also wants to talk to his wife.
Cherie asked for protection.
Mr. Walker needs to convince me
he's not a threat.
Nice try, Johnson. Walker is never
talking to you again in a billion years.
What do you want to ask him?
Honestly, Mr. Murdoch...
...at this point, I only want
to eliminate Mr. Walker as a suspect.
You're supposed to be
one of the greatest liars.
And that's the best you can do?
Really? Hm. Okay.
- What makes Walker a suspect?
- Including motive, Mr. Beebe was shot...
...from your client's terrace.
- While Walker was in Palm Springs.
We found a rifle mount in his house.
Let's go back over every murder
since the invention of gunpowder...
...see how many people
were shot with rifle mounts.
I'm betting less than one.
Come on, Johnson.
You had a good crack at Walker
and you blew it. His alibi will stand.
You don't have any evidence
to charge him for murder.
And he's not gonna talk to you
ever again.
And how you're gonna get around
all that, gosh, I'd love to know.
Letting Caleb go home makes me feel
like he could be innocent, I guess...
...but I'm not sure I feel safe
trying to make up with him.
Well, that's why we're wiring you up,
sweetheart. So you can feel safe.
And the minute you don't feel safe,
just say the word "cinnamon"...
...and we'll be right there.
- Cinnamon. Cinnamon. Cinnamon.
Listen. It's important
that you try and reconcile with Caleb...
...because if I can't put him away,
he would get everything in a divorce.
Like, even the house?
Mm-hm.
But don't you worry
about helping me convict him.
Just say you're sorry
and we'll see how he reacts. Okay?
Wow. Okay.
Synonym. Synonym. "Cimmanon."
Salt. Just say "salt." Okay?
- Salt.
- Okay.
- Okay.
- There you go.
Thank you. Be careful. Bye now.
Chief, I thought you said wiring up
Cherie and sending her to her husband...
...was the most irresponsible thing.
At that moment.
I said at that moment...
...it was the most irresponsible thing.
We're at a different moment.
And I have no other way
of getting Walker to talk.
Salt.
Salt, salt, salt.
Caleb?
Caleb, are you here?
Caleb? Where are you? Caleb?
I'm sorry about your boyfriend.
He... He wasn't my boyfriend, Caleb.
Let me explain.
What's to explain?
You fell in love with somebody else.
And it didn't work out.
Now you want to come back home.
Chief, I don't like this.
No. She hasn't said the safe word.
What happened between Steven and me,
it wasn't love.
What was it?
- Just sex? Is that it?
- No. I mean, yes.
I mean, it was just a moment
of weakness.
And I promise you,
it will never, ever, happen again.
You're right.
It won't.
- Cinnamon.
- Go, go, go.
Cinnamon. Cinnamon.
Salt.
Salt! Salt!
Salt.
Let her go! Let her go, sir!
You let her go now or I will
shoot you dead. I will shoot you.
- Keep your hands where I can see.
- Okay.
- Keep them where I can see.
- Okay.
Get up. Get your hands
behind your back.
You are under arrest
for the attempted murder of your wife.
You have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say can be used against you.
If you cannot afford an attorney,
one will be appointed to you by the state.
Have you heard and understood
these rights?
- He tried to kill me.
- Yes. He did, didn't he?
Oh.
Welcome to what
used to be our multimedia center.
Oh, this is much bigger
than our old electronics room.
We could have video-conferenced
in here with other divisions. Citywide.
Did we need to do that, lieutenant?
Really?
No, but it would have been cool.
We can still use every video feed
we have.
And I'll be all set up to record
in about five minutes.
What the hell is going on here?
Look. Not everyone is as blindly in love
with this new building as you are.
And I... I have an obligation to the justice
system that supersedes your desire...
...to keep this headquarters
as some kind of...
I meant what's going on
with Caleb Walker?
- Oh, that.
- Yes, that.
You wired his wife and sent her in.
That's a violation of his Miranda rights.
No, it wasn't.
Cherie was cautioned against asking
her husband anything.
The wire was only there
to ensure her safety.
- She was nearly strangled to death.
- She'll live.
What are you doing here? I thought
you had some announcement to make.
I'm trying to make sure it doesn't turn
into a list of apologies.
It won't. Lieutenant, would you
bring in the victim's computer?
Thanks, Detective Sanchez.
Let's pretend the wire was legal.
You've charged Walker with attempted.
Why haven't you for killing Beebe?
Well, for one thing, he had an alibi.
- You didn't care about that yesterday.
- Now it helps me make my case.
I thought your case was made
when Walker tried to kill Cherie.
Yes, he wanted his wife dead.
And he's a killer.
But not the type to off Steven Beebe.
- The gun was fired from his house.
- But not by him.
- Okay. What am I missing here?
- The murder weapon.
And, unfortunately, I still can't find it,
but I do know where it came from.
Detective Sanchez,
fill Chief Pope in, please?
A version of the M1-10 was stolen...
...from a house Mr. Beebe remodeled
months ago.
And during that same robbery,
the thief also took this microwave oven.
And from the crime scene,
the victim's laptop.
Whenever Mr. Beebe became infatuated
with someone...
...he changed the passwords on his
computers to his new girlfriend's name.
Cherie. She had access to the terrace.
And her husband was out of town.
How could Cherie have stolen a rifle
from one of Mr. Beebe's clients...
...months before she even met him?
The relevant fact here...
...is that the victim changed the log-in
password on his computer to her name.
Which made me wonder.
What had the password been before?
He used my wife's name
as a password.
I don't know what you think.
Yes, you do, sir. It means your wife
had an affair with your best friend.
- That's a lie.
- It's not a lie, and you know it's not.
Are you trying to get me
to say something bad about Melanie?
That's not legal, for one thing.
And she'd never have had sex
with Steven, either.
Not only did she have sex with him,
she was in love with him.
Would you like me to read aloud
from the e-mail account Melanie set up...
...to communicate with Steven
behind your back?
I could start with the e-mail
she sent warning him...
...that you had found her phone...
...and looked at messages
they were sending.
You had access to the house because
you were renovating their terrace.
But most importantly, sir...
...you knew how fascinated
your friend was with the stars.
How excited was he about the lights
going out in his neighborhood?
I bet very. Enough, maybe,
to tell you about it?
Then there was the theft
you reported months ago...
...from a house you were remodeling.
Among the items listed as stolen...
...was a rifle just like the one
used to kill Mr. Beebe.
No. We fired all the employees
responsible for taking that stuff.
All that stuff? We went to a house
that you renovated...
...soon after this so-called theft, and
look at what we found in the kitchen.
It's the microwave you listed
as having been stolen.
You know how we can tell?
Because of the serial number right here.
That microwave gave me
a search warrant for your house...
...your car and everything else.
While we're sitting here, my squad
is out looking for that murder weapon.
And when they find that rifle, I won't need
to hear what you have to say anymore.
Now, you've been read your rights,
Paul.
And while we still have the chance,
I want to know your side of things.
You've watched your best friend pull
his little routine on lots of dumb girls.
It must have been agony
to find out your wife was one.
You have no idea.
But you didn't file for divorce.
You didn't quit your job.
Help me to understand
why you didn't just walk away.
You mean,
why didn't I just rip up my whole life?
Give up my job, my house,
my savings?
You answer this, lady.
You're so smart.
Why should I be punished because
my wife and best friend had an affair?
Why should I be made to pay
for their bad behavior?
How is that right?
You stole that rifle
months before you ever used it.
So you must have tried
to forgive them.
Well, I loved them, didn't I?
And I did think, just for a moment,
when Steven took up with Cherie...
...that Melanie might...
...see him for what he was.
But it only made things worse.
- And then...
- And then?
And then Steven told me that he was
gonna show Cherie the space station.
And he had this... This smile.
And I thought, " Son of a bitch.
That's the way he smiled
right before he screwed my wife."
So you took this one opportunity
where you knew Steven would be alone...
...and Cherie's house would be empty.
And you left just enough evidence
for us to think the husband did it...
...but not enough evidence
for us to arrest him.
Is that right, Paul?
That's right.
See? The new building
works just as well as the old one.
Now, if you will excuse me...
...I think you'll be interested
in the press conference I'm about to have.
And murdering your best friend,
did it make things any better?
Well...
...they're certainly not any worse.
Hey, guys, why the hell is Taylor using
Brenda's conference room as an office?
Chief Johnson
had a very similar question...
...so I looked up
the building's original plans.
- And this space was...
- It's Taylor's office. Just say it.
- What?
- The building was designed 10 years ago.
Long before Major Crimes
ever came into existence.
And the commander in charge
of coordinating with divisions...
...which is Taylor's job,
is supposed to be in here.
Oh, my God.
- Has anyone told Taylor?
- No.
And we didn't want to tell the chief,
either.
But we talked about it
amongst ourselves...
...and thought you could...
- I can't...
Fritzi. Oh!
How sweet of y'all
to lug my stuff all the way up here.
And what is it you can't tell me?
What is it I can't tell you?
Why everyone is headed
into your conference room.
Oh. The big announcement.
And the city can be very proud.
We have lowered crime in Los Angeles.
We have increased respect
for the justice system.
Now that he has supervised
the transition of our department...
...into the most technologically
advanced facility in the world...
...Chief of Police Edward J. Thompson
would like to make an announcement.
Thanks, Will.
For most of the last decade...
...I've been privileged
to serve as your chief.
- Good God.
- I am very proud of our...
- The old bastard is finally
going to resign. - Shh!
The men and women of L.A.P.D.
have made this city a safer place.
So that's the big announcement, huh?
We're getting a new chief.
I love the people we serve...
- Who do you think it's gonna be?
- Oh, I think we already know.
Do you really think that Will...?
Chief Pope is going to take over
the entire department?
- I do.
- From the look on his face, so does he.
That's why he loves this building so much.
He thinks it's his.
for the watch commander.
Air 14's on the
way, sir. Police 14, we are over the call.
I've got a body in sight.
He is tied up in the wires...
...on the side of the building.
Looks like he might have
some head wounds.
Possible gunshot wounds, guys.
Air 14 to the units:
I got you there. Use caution.
I cannot clear the inside.
No movement, but we might have victims.
We might have a shooter in the area.
Use caution, gentlemen.
Airship 14.
The body's in the wires.
Yeah, roger that. He's caught up
in the wires outside the house.
Air 14 to the guys on the ground...
...talked to the watch commander.
Be advised. He wants you to secure
the scene and wait for Major Crimes.
Air 14? Hey, guys,
this is a Major Crimes case.
Just secure the scene and stand by
for them per the watch commander.
But I'd rather have Mr. Beebe's body
brought back up here.
I know. It's the fire department's call.
- They want him lowered to the ground.
- Fine.
Excuse me, Mr. Fireman.
When you cut him loose and he slams
against the side of the house...
...could you cover him with a tarp?
I don't want Mr. Beebe's friends
to see him like this.
You got it, ma'am.
Now that our new building
has its own briefing room...
...would you ask the press to go downtown
to meet with Commander Taylor?
Sure.
What do you want reporters to know?
That it doesn't look like a suicide.
So chief, it seems Mr. Beebe
was shot before dawn...
...while his computer was logging
photographs off the telescope.
- Photographs of what?
- Can't say.
His laptop goes to sleep
after five minutes.
I need a password to log back on,
and I don't have it.
Maybe he was scanning
the neighborhood for heavenly bodies.
Well, he has a heavenly body
in his bedroom.
A Mrs. Cherie Walker.
And she really wants to leave here...
...before her husband finds out
where she spent the night.
Could you tell her I'll be down
to speak with her in a minute?
So, Detective Sanchez, do we have
any idea how things played out here?
Three shots, chief.
7.62 NATO rounds.
First bullet lands here.
Second one here.
And then one more bullet
in the back of the victim's head.
The impact pushes the victim
over the railing...
You know, it had to happen fast.
So automatic weapon.
Judging from the angles of the impacts,
I'd say the shooter...
...was at least 200 yards away.
Somewhere over there.
So it looks like our victim
wasn't the only one using a scope.
And it was early in the morning,
so it was a night scope at that.
So Mr. Beebe and Cherie have dinner,
go downstairs for a little intimacy.
And then at some point
early this morning...
...our victim pops back up here
to look at what?
I have no idea.
I didn't even know Steven
had gotten out of bed.
Look. My husband is going
to be back in town any minute.
Please. You... You have to let me go.
Listen to me, Cherie.
I'm not the adultery police.
The last thing I wanna do
is to tell anyone.
Why don't we take you downtown,
figure out what to tell your husband?
- He's away in?
- Palm Springs.
- But he's flying back this morning.
- Flying? It's a pretty quick drive.
He's helping them build a control tower
for their airport.
He always flies.
And he's gonna be home any second.
And your husband's name is?
Caleb. He's a former Army officer.
West Point graduate.
And very, very uptight.
He's not... He is not going
to understand my side of things at all.
And does Caleb know Mr. Beebe?
Oh, yeah. He hired Steven
to rebuild our terrace.
Oh. So Mr. Beebe is your contractor.
Yeah. And since Caleb travels so much,
I dealt with the remodel.
Oh.
And how long have you and Steven
been seeing each other?
About three weeks.
He stopped by one night...
...to make sure the grilling station
had been set up properly.
And it was dark out. And Steven
was pointing out the stars to me.
- Mmm.
- Heh.
This one and that one.
I'm bad with names.
Anyway, somehow or other,
we started making out.
Oh.
Steven set his alarm
for 4:00 this morning.
And you just slept right through it?
Maybe because of all the champagne.
Which is why I stayed the night.
I thought it would be very wrong
to drive home drunk.
A responsible choice.
Tell me, take me back to last night...
...when you and Steven were upstairs
on the roof.
Did Steven show you anything
in his telescope?
Yeah. We tracked the space station
for a while.
Oh, and he showed me
what our house looked like upside down.
- You can see your house from here?
- Mm-hm.
Okay. That's Cherie Walker's terrace.
You can see the work being done on it.
Oh!
I think Mr. Walker's home
from Palm Springs.
And if you want to see
how he looks right-side up, I have it.
Chief, I say we wire Cherie, send her home,
see if she and her husband get into it.
He may have killed her boyfriend.
What if he shoots?
Then we solved the case.
I cannot think
of a more irresponsible suggestion.
No, I say we ask Mr. Walker
to visit us in our new building.
He can be the first person to try out
those horrible new interview rooms.
Oh, my.
- Oh, come on.
- It's not my fault.
- There goes the suspect.
- I'm trying to fix it.
Oh, for Pete's sake...
- Don't pull on it.
- Well, what button are you pressing?
Just... Just let go, please.
This remote control's worthless.
Okay, so the screen is not working yet.
We'll fix that.
But otherwise, pretty great, right?
Yeah, we were told that we can't have
a coffee maker or a refrigerator in here.
That's because we have a break room
with all that stuff in it down the hall.
Any other complaints about
your new divisional headquarters?
And how about the wall separating
my office from my conference room?
Well, that's nothing.
- She's a person of interest.
- I couldn't agree more.
Go introduce yourself.
Her husband doesn't know she's here.
Speaking of her husband, I dumped him
in one of the interview rooms.
Good luck getting anything out of him.
Lieutenant Provenza,
your desk is city property.
- It was supposed to be sold at auction.
- It was. I bought it.
This desk is the longest relationship
of my adult life and I am not giving it up.
And these seating assignments
are ridiculous.
Tao. Tao.
Have you been able to get past the
password on our victim's computer yet?
That would mean no.
Chief, we still don't know what our
victim was looking at when he was shot.
Is there anything you want us
to be working on here?
Yes, lieutenant, there is.
Not all remodels go as planned.
Let's ask some of Mr. Beebe's employees
to compile a list of their clients.
Let's see how popular he was
with his customers.
Where am I going?
Thank you.
Could someone please find out
why there were no shots-fired reports...
...in the victim's neighborhood?
Thank you.
Chief Pope, could you please...? Oh!
For heaven sakes.
I can't move in this place.
Nothing works around here. Nothing.
Read what it says here, Will.
"Hard Interview Room."
What kind of message
is that supposed to send?
It's intimidating.
I decide when to intimidate people
around here.
Not the building. And this...
This. Who, over the age of 10,
can sit next to this mirror...
...without knowing
they're being watched?
- We film people all the time.
- But they don't know.
And even if they do,
they can't see the cameras.
Oh!
This new building
is an obstacle course.
You've been here five days.
Give the building a chance.
You'll adapt to it. I promise.
And look,
as different as things might seem...
...the really important stuff
hasn't changed at all.
You still have a murder to work out.
And a suspect you need to interview.
Just stay centered on that
and everything else will fall into place.
You'll be okay.
And all his customers too. Oh.
I thought you said
this room was empty?
I'm so sorry about that.
I was told this room was vacant.
- Who are you, again?
- Caleb Walker.
Caleb Walker. One second.
It's a Mr. Caleb Walker.
I don't know
about this two-way mirror thing.
I'm so sorry about that, Mr. Walker.
It's just that we are talking to all...
...of Mr. Steven Beebe's customers
and neighbors.
And you are both.
Which is why I said yes when your
people asked me to come down here.
Then I was read my rights
and put in this room.
Is that how you treat people
when they help?
No, sir. It isn't.
So let's just honor your commitment...
...to being a good citizen and rush,
rush, rush through these questions.
Um...
Did you hear gunshots last night?
As I told the other guy,
I wasn't home last night.
I flew in from Palm Springs
this morning.
- Okay?
- Oh, you already spoke to someone else?
Where is your form?
Uh, let's see.
What do we need to ask you?
Walker, Walker, Walker.
Walker, Walker, Walker.
Oh! Here you are. Walker, Caleb.
- Oh, my.
- "Oh, my," what?
Well, your paperwork is filed right next
to a Walker, Cherie, same home address.
Your daughter?
My wife. Why?
Is she about to tell this guy
his wife was cheating on him?
Maybe that's why we called it
a Hard Interview Room.
Well, there's just no easy way
to say this.
While you were in Palm Springs,
your wife spent the night with the victim.
Did you know or suspect...
...that your wife and your contractor
were close?
This is why you asked me down here.
Put me in this room.
To tell me Cherie had an affair.
See my reaction.
Well...
Here it is.
You're gonna pay
for this little ambush.
And now I'm telling you,
and everyone behind that mirror...
...I'm not saying another word
until I get an attorney.
- Here, chief, let me take that for you.
- Thank you so much, commander.
So have you heard from
the Palm Springs Police Department?
Did Walker's alibi hold up?
They sent film of him boarding a plane
to Burbank yesterday morning at 7 a.m.
How good is that?
He could have driven to L. A...
...shot Mr. Beebe, then driven back
in time to make his flight.
On another matter, Chief Johnson...
...do you know that I am the only person
of my rank...
...who hasn't been assigned an office
in our new building here?
I've been trying to return some files
to Commander Hood for days.
And his name doesn't turn up
on any floor...
- He's dead.
- Oh, horrible. That's terrible.
Massive coronary. And the office he had
went to the guy who replaced him.
I've been trying to speak to Pope...
...about where I should go,
but he seems distracted.
Well, you're welcome to camp out
with us for a bit...
...if you need to, commander.
- Thanks. I might take you up on that.
- Oh, that's fine.
- I'll put these upstairs.
- Thank you.
Media can't get enough
of the building.
I hate it.
Cops aren't happy
unless they're miserable.
God, look at me.
I just broke my hand...
...helping my daughter out of a tree
in the back yard...
...and I haven't been to the gym for weeks.
I feel fat. Do I look fat to you?
I have a murder.
Do you want an update?
Yeah. Yeah. Tell me everything.
I need to confirm the weapon
was fired from the suspect's house...
...before I can get a warrant
for his residence.
You must have evidence of some kind.
I mean, you held Walker overnight.
- Did you not hear him threaten me?
- Oh.
Right. Well, we can't arrest everybody
who does that.
Very funny.
And Mr. Walker has motive.
Well, yeah, but only if he knew...
...his wife was having an affair
before you told him.
He's also a retired military officer
and a West Point graduate.
Which means he has experience
with weapons and night-vision optics.
- What are you doing here?
- Um...
Turning this into an interview room.
Yeah, but this is
your Visitor Conference Center.
Look, you told me
to adapt to the building.
I have the different-colored
paint chips...
...you asked me to get
for the Murder Room.
I'm leaning toward the Iceberg
or the Royal Blue.
Although, I have to say,
Viridian is awfully nice.
Hmm?
Chief Johnson? With me. With me.
Adapt to the building.
Not adapt the building to you.
You have any idea how much I've gone
through so you can have this facility?
Oh, yeah, sure. You did it all for me.
This may be state-of-the-art,
but it wasn't designed...
...by anyone
who understands interrogation.
I'm the resident expert here
on making people talk.
Yeah, well, I haven't seen much proof
of that lately.
That is completely unfair. This...
A poor workman
always blames his tools.
Look, Parker Center
didn't even have caller ID.
Our headquarters is at the cutting edge
of every technology in the world.
I need for you and Major Crimes
to fully embrace this place...
...for at least the next two months.
- Why?
There's gonna be a big announcement.
You and your division will behave as
though this place is perfect in every way.
- Perfect in every way. Really?
- Mm-hm.
- What happened to your wall?
- Hm?
There was a wall here last week
when we first moved in. Where is it?
I had to walk out of my office
to get to my conference room.
Okay. Customize your space.
Just stop blaming the building
for your failures.
Now, have you figured out yet how Walker
knew the victim was gonna be on his roof?
I'm sorry, chief. I still have no idea.
I'm sure the pictures
from Mr. Beebe's telescope are on here.
I can't figure out the password.
I've tried birthday combinations.
His current and previous addresses.
Mother's maiden.
I'm cycling random words through
an application that was given...
Tao, we get the idea, huh?
Chief, Taylor left this box of stuff here.
- Oh.
- And Flynn has got Cherie...
...in our lovely new break room.
- Does she not like her hotel?
Her husband's lawyer called her cell...
...and told her we ratted her out
about the affair.
Oh, that. Right.
Uh, tell me, lieutenant...
...did I approach Mr. Walker the wrong
way yesterday, in your opinion?
Come on, chief. You know, it's just
a guy looking at a two-way mirror...
...and he saw someone who really
needed an attorney, that's all.
Right. Is that the murder
weapon? An M1-10?
- A newer model of it, chief.
Semi-automatic. - Oh.
Developed for military snipers.
Has the best night scope I've ever seen.
Plus, it has a flash suppressor
and a built-in silencer.
Explains why no one heard shots fired
on the night of the murder.
Oh, I've had it with this murder board.
This control thingy.
- Chief? Chief?
- What is it?
Oh, hello.
These are Mr. Beebe's employees
you wanted to talk to.
This is Melanie Ryder,
she was his bookkeeper.
This is her husband, Paul.
Construction foreman.
They brought the client list
like you asked for.
Right. Well, thank you so much
for coming in.
Pleasure. Why don't we head
into my office? Right this way.
I'm so sorry for your loss.
My apologies.
We're just moving in here.
Uh, you were saying?
The construction workers are temps,
we rented all our equipment...
...so in terms of full-time employees,
it's just us.
And Mr. Beebe's business.
How was it doing financially?
He had enough to make payroll
for months...
...except I wasn't authorized to sign checks
so we can't even pay ourselves.
On the night that Steven was murdered,
he went upstairs to his roof...
...and was looking at something
through his telescope.
You have any idea
what that might have been?
Stars?
Steven wasn't a peeping Tom.
Whatever he was looking at,
it was in the sky. I promise.
Sounds like you were close to him.
Since high school. Best friend.
My boss too, I guess, but friend first.
- Did his customers like him too?
- Usually.
When you're tearing up
someone's home like that...
...changing the center
of their daily lives, that causes stress.
It does, doesn't it?
What kind of stress
are we talking about?
A couple of home thefts.
But that's common at construction sites.
Appliances, TVs.
Our insurance replaced
or paid for everything our clients lost.
Would y'all like some candy?
There's plenty here.
All different kinds, all shapes.
- No.
- No, thank you, chief.
What about Steven's romantic life?
Did you ever have any complaints
about that?
For example?
Would you be surprised to hear
that the wife of one of your clients...
...was sleeping in Steven's bed
when he was murdered?
Yeah, we knew that he'd become closer
than he should have to Cherie Walker.
So maybe her husband knew too.
Any chance some of the temps
working at the Walker house...
...knew about the affair?
- I'm sure they did.
Steven could be extremely demonstrative.
He was like a teenager that way.
You sound upset about that.
This happened a lot.
I never talked to Melanie...
...about the way Steven behaved
until recently.
I didn't think she'd be okay with it.
You weren't okay with it, either, Paul.
Look, Steven had
this one character flaw, okay?
He would get infatuated.
For a month or two, nothing else mattered.
But it wasn't all his fault.
Wasn't just his fault.
Women fell for him.
What was he supposed to do?
Cherie said Mr. Beebe invited her over
to his place to see the space station.
Yeah. That was part
of Steven's routine.
Think he got more use
out of the space station than NASA did.
Okay, you know something?
It is really infuriating...
...to hear you talk
in this "boys will be boys" kind of way.
For one thing, you don't even mean it.
Look where Steven's behavior has put us.
We could end up losing everything.
- Everything.
- Chief?
Yes?
Ballistics says the murder weapon could
have been fired from the Walker's house.
I have our search warrant.
Please don't tear up everything
we just had built. It cost a fortune.
Chief, look at this path.
Someone wiped away their tracks.
Think this rifle mount might help?
Found it next to the water cooler.
Hold up the dummy.
Go, lieutenant.
Okay, chief. I have a clear line of sight
to our victim's house.
You could make this shot.
With a steady hand and a little practice,
even she could do it.
Not without this weapon.
Let's see if we can find a rifle
just like this one on the premises.
And some casings would be great too.
Maybe you could, like, go on keeping me
as a protected witness too.
Don't worry, Cherie. I have no intention
of letting you go anywhere.
You've been having an affair
how long?
Less than a month. But I sort of fell
into it because you've been away a lot.
- So I want to kill you.
- Not me. My boyfriend.
- Why not the both of you?
- We were on the roof for a while.
But you waited until my boyfriend
was alone to shoot him.
And you're sure my motive
is jealousy?
Not irritation
that everything you promised me...
...you would bring to your new office
is still boxed up here?
It's not my fault.
I park blocks from where I work.
And you don't wanna kill me, anyway.
You wanna kill my boyfriend.
I certainly do.
So if I don't blame you for the affair,
I have to blame the guy who seduced you.
That's right. But just so you know,
I'd never blame the other woman.
It'd be your fault a hundred percent.
- Who's the killer here? Me or you?
- You. Sorry. Go ahead.
Jealousy can provoke a crime
of passion.
But it can also arrive in stages.
Like grief.
Shock. Denial. Rage.
- Followed by gunshots to the head.
- From a sniper rifle I still can't find.
Which indicates planning on my part...
...and that I'm hoping
to get away with it.
So how did I react
when you first told me about the affair?
Was I cool, calm, and collected?
Or did I drag all your boxes into
the driveway and put a hose to them?
Well, don't do that.
I've been faithful to you in every way.
Well, I'm the forgiving type.
But what about your suspect?
Is he a crime of passion
kind of guy?
Or was he cold and calculating?
And how did he know your victim was
gonna go back up on the roof at 4 a. m?
Because somehow he knew
what Mr. Beebe...
...was going to be looking at
through his telescope.
You have any idea
what that might have been?
The Constellation of Sagittarius.
In particular, the Milky Way.
Hundreds of thousands of stars
crammed together...
...at the center of the galaxy,
shining brightest in North America...
...during the months of July and August.
In fact during a recent...
Thank you, Dr. Sagan. Can you please
just scroll through the photos?
We're looking
for something incriminating.
Like a picture of Walker aiming a gun
at the victim.
How did you find the password
to the victim's computer?
Mr. Beebe's foreman told us whenever
he became infatuated with someone...
...she took over his life.
- He changed his password to Cherie?
Mr. Beebe really was a teenager.
So the Milky Way is brightest
over the next two months.
Not specific
to the night of the murder.
It is, actually. Normally Mr. Beebe
couldn't take pictures from his house.
The ambient light
from the city would wash out the stars.
Because of the recession, L.A. has
been turning off the streetlights...
...in different neighborhoods two hours
before sunrise.
On the night of the murder, Mr. Beebe's
neighborhood went dark at 3:58 a.m.
Oh, Lieutenant Flynn.
A usable murder board.
Thank you so much.
Let's get everything on it
while the other one is still down.
Mr. Beebe was looking at the stars.
And he changed his password
to Cherie.
What does that mean?
It means I need to question
Caleb Walker again.
Well, you're gonna have to settle
for his attorney...
...who's waiting
in our new break room.
Chief, you mind if I park
in your conference room for a while?
No, Commander Taylor. Go ahead.
Thank you.
All right, gentlemen.
Now that we located
the center of the galaxy...
...I want to find that murder weapon.
Run every name connected to this case,
including those of Mr. Beebe's clients.
See if anyone is registered
as owning an M1-10 rifle.
Thank you so much.
And if someone could please find out...
...where
Commander Taylor's office is...
...I'd really appreciate it.
Thank you so much.
- Chief?
- Yes?
Break room.
- The break room's that way.
- Oh.
All right, people. You heard her.
Let's hop to it.
Mr. Walker wants to go home.
And he also wants to talk to his wife.
Cherie asked for protection.
Mr. Walker needs to convince me
he's not a threat.
Nice try, Johnson. Walker is never
talking to you again in a billion years.
What do you want to ask him?
Honestly, Mr. Murdoch...
...at this point, I only want
to eliminate Mr. Walker as a suspect.
You're supposed to be
one of the greatest liars.
And that's the best you can do?
Really? Hm. Okay.
- What makes Walker a suspect?
- Including motive, Mr. Beebe was shot...
...from your client's terrace.
- While Walker was in Palm Springs.
We found a rifle mount in his house.
Let's go back over every murder
since the invention of gunpowder...
...see how many people
were shot with rifle mounts.
I'm betting less than one.
Come on, Johnson.
You had a good crack at Walker
and you blew it. His alibi will stand.
You don't have any evidence
to charge him for murder.
And he's not gonna talk to you
ever again.
And how you're gonna get around
all that, gosh, I'd love to know.
Letting Caleb go home makes me feel
like he could be innocent, I guess...
...but I'm not sure I feel safe
trying to make up with him.
Well, that's why we're wiring you up,
sweetheart. So you can feel safe.
And the minute you don't feel safe,
just say the word "cinnamon"...
...and we'll be right there.
- Cinnamon. Cinnamon. Cinnamon.
Listen. It's important
that you try and reconcile with Caleb...
...because if I can't put him away,
he would get everything in a divorce.
Like, even the house?
Mm-hm.
But don't you worry
about helping me convict him.
Just say you're sorry
and we'll see how he reacts. Okay?
Wow. Okay.
Synonym. Synonym. "Cimmanon."
Salt. Just say "salt." Okay?
- Salt.
- Okay.
- Okay.
- There you go.
Thank you. Be careful. Bye now.
Chief, I thought you said wiring up
Cherie and sending her to her husband...
...was the most irresponsible thing.
At that moment.
I said at that moment...
...it was the most irresponsible thing.
We're at a different moment.
And I have no other way
of getting Walker to talk.
Salt.
Salt, salt, salt.
Caleb?
Caleb, are you here?
Caleb? Where are you? Caleb?
I'm sorry about your boyfriend.
He... He wasn't my boyfriend, Caleb.
Let me explain.
What's to explain?
You fell in love with somebody else.
And it didn't work out.
Now you want to come back home.
Chief, I don't like this.
No. She hasn't said the safe word.
What happened between Steven and me,
it wasn't love.
What was it?
- Just sex? Is that it?
- No. I mean, yes.
I mean, it was just a moment
of weakness.
And I promise you,
it will never, ever, happen again.
You're right.
It won't.
- Cinnamon.
- Go, go, go.
Cinnamon. Cinnamon.
Salt.
Salt! Salt!
Salt.
Let her go! Let her go, sir!
You let her go now or I will
shoot you dead. I will shoot you.
- Keep your hands where I can see.
- Okay.
- Keep them where I can see.
- Okay.
Get up. Get your hands
behind your back.
You are under arrest
for the attempted murder of your wife.
You have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say can be used against you.
If you cannot afford an attorney,
one will be appointed to you by the state.
Have you heard and understood
these rights?
- He tried to kill me.
- Yes. He did, didn't he?
Oh.
Welcome to what
used to be our multimedia center.
Oh, this is much bigger
than our old electronics room.
We could have video-conferenced
in here with other divisions. Citywide.
Did we need to do that, lieutenant?
Really?
No, but it would have been cool.
We can still use every video feed
we have.
And I'll be all set up to record
in about five minutes.
What the hell is going on here?
Look. Not everyone is as blindly in love
with this new building as you are.
And I... I have an obligation to the justice
system that supersedes your desire...
...to keep this headquarters
as some kind of...
I meant what's going on
with Caleb Walker?
- Oh, that.
- Yes, that.
You wired his wife and sent her in.
That's a violation of his Miranda rights.
No, it wasn't.
Cherie was cautioned against asking
her husband anything.
The wire was only there
to ensure her safety.
- She was nearly strangled to death.
- She'll live.
What are you doing here? I thought
you had some announcement to make.
I'm trying to make sure it doesn't turn
into a list of apologies.
It won't. Lieutenant, would you
bring in the victim's computer?
Thanks, Detective Sanchez.
Let's pretend the wire was legal.
You've charged Walker with attempted.
Why haven't you for killing Beebe?
Well, for one thing, he had an alibi.
- You didn't care about that yesterday.
- Now it helps me make my case.
I thought your case was made
when Walker tried to kill Cherie.
Yes, he wanted his wife dead.
And he's a killer.
But not the type to off Steven Beebe.
- The gun was fired from his house.
- But not by him.
- Okay. What am I missing here?
- The murder weapon.
And, unfortunately, I still can't find it,
but I do know where it came from.
Detective Sanchez,
fill Chief Pope in, please?
A version of the M1-10 was stolen...
...from a house Mr. Beebe remodeled
months ago.
And during that same robbery,
the thief also took this microwave oven.
And from the crime scene,
the victim's laptop.
Whenever Mr. Beebe became infatuated
with someone...
...he changed the passwords on his
computers to his new girlfriend's name.
Cherie. She had access to the terrace.
And her husband was out of town.
How could Cherie have stolen a rifle
from one of Mr. Beebe's clients...
...months before she even met him?
The relevant fact here...
...is that the victim changed the log-in
password on his computer to her name.
Which made me wonder.
What had the password been before?
He used my wife's name
as a password.
I don't know what you think.
Yes, you do, sir. It means your wife
had an affair with your best friend.
- That's a lie.
- It's not a lie, and you know it's not.
Are you trying to get me
to say something bad about Melanie?
That's not legal, for one thing.
And she'd never have had sex
with Steven, either.
Not only did she have sex with him,
she was in love with him.
Would you like me to read aloud
from the e-mail account Melanie set up...
...to communicate with Steven
behind your back?
I could start with the e-mail
she sent warning him...
...that you had found her phone...
...and looked at messages
they were sending.
You had access to the house because
you were renovating their terrace.
But most importantly, sir...
...you knew how fascinated
your friend was with the stars.
How excited was he about the lights
going out in his neighborhood?
I bet very. Enough, maybe,
to tell you about it?
Then there was the theft
you reported months ago...
...from a house you were remodeling.
Among the items listed as stolen...
...was a rifle just like the one
used to kill Mr. Beebe.
No. We fired all the employees
responsible for taking that stuff.
All that stuff? We went to a house
that you renovated...
...soon after this so-called theft, and
look at what we found in the kitchen.
It's the microwave you listed
as having been stolen.
You know how we can tell?
Because of the serial number right here.
That microwave gave me
a search warrant for your house...
...your car and everything else.
While we're sitting here, my squad
is out looking for that murder weapon.
And when they find that rifle, I won't need
to hear what you have to say anymore.
Now, you've been read your rights,
Paul.
And while we still have the chance,
I want to know your side of things.
You've watched your best friend pull
his little routine on lots of dumb girls.
It must have been agony
to find out your wife was one.
You have no idea.
But you didn't file for divorce.
You didn't quit your job.
Help me to understand
why you didn't just walk away.
You mean,
why didn't I just rip up my whole life?
Give up my job, my house,
my savings?
You answer this, lady.
You're so smart.
Why should I be punished because
my wife and best friend had an affair?
Why should I be made to pay
for their bad behavior?
How is that right?
You stole that rifle
months before you ever used it.
So you must have tried
to forgive them.
Well, I loved them, didn't I?
And I did think, just for a moment,
when Steven took up with Cherie...
...that Melanie might...
...see him for what he was.
But it only made things worse.
- And then...
- And then?
And then Steven told me that he was
gonna show Cherie the space station.
And he had this... This smile.
And I thought, " Son of a bitch.
That's the way he smiled
right before he screwed my wife."
So you took this one opportunity
where you knew Steven would be alone...
...and Cherie's house would be empty.
And you left just enough evidence
for us to think the husband did it...
...but not enough evidence
for us to arrest him.
Is that right, Paul?
That's right.
See? The new building
works just as well as the old one.
Now, if you will excuse me...
...I think you'll be interested
in the press conference I'm about to have.
And murdering your best friend,
did it make things any better?
Well...
...they're certainly not any worse.
Hey, guys, why the hell is Taylor using
Brenda's conference room as an office?
Chief Johnson
had a very similar question...
...so I looked up
the building's original plans.
- And this space was...
- It's Taylor's office. Just say it.
- What?
- The building was designed 10 years ago.
Long before Major Crimes
ever came into existence.
And the commander in charge
of coordinating with divisions...
...which is Taylor's job,
is supposed to be in here.
Oh, my God.
- Has anyone told Taylor?
- No.
And we didn't want to tell the chief,
either.
But we talked about it
amongst ourselves...
...and thought you could...
- I can't...
Fritzi. Oh!
How sweet of y'all
to lug my stuff all the way up here.
And what is it you can't tell me?
What is it I can't tell you?
Why everyone is headed
into your conference room.
Oh. The big announcement.
And the city can be very proud.
We have lowered crime in Los Angeles.
We have increased respect
for the justice system.
Now that he has supervised
the transition of our department...
...into the most technologically
advanced facility in the world...
...Chief of Police Edward J. Thompson
would like to make an announcement.
Thanks, Will.
For most of the last decade...
...I've been privileged
to serve as your chief.
- Good God.
- I am very proud of our...
- The old bastard is finally
going to resign. - Shh!
The men and women of L.A.P.D.
have made this city a safer place.
So that's the big announcement, huh?
We're getting a new chief.
I love the people we serve...
- Who do you think it's gonna be?
- Oh, I think we already know.
Do you really think that Will...?
Chief Pope is going to take over
the entire department?
- I do.
- From the look on his face, so does he.
That's why he loves this building so much.
He thinks it's his.