The Closer (2005–2012): Season 7, Episode 11 - Necessary Evil - full transcript

[SIRENS WAILING]

[INDISTINCT POLICE
RADIO CHATTER]

[SOBBING]

I'm Sharon Raydor. Good evening. I need
to know what time this log was started...

and the name of the first
supervisor on the scene.

- That would be me.
- Lieutenant Provenza.

And my arrival
time is in the log.

And I got here a
minute after he did.

Lieutenant Flynn. That
would put you here at 9:43 p.m.

Half an hour after the
crime was reported.

- Well within the required response time.
- That wasn't a criticism, lieutenant.



Just keep your eye on the ball, everyone,
and ignore me like you usually do.

Detective Gabriel.

You made the coroner's first call.
It doesn't have a time in the log.

Uh, it was around 9:50.
I told them to respond.

- Kendall is with the victim
now. RAYDOR: Okay.

Excellent job, everyone, of blocking
the crime scene from the public.

Very nicely done.

Does anyone wanna tell
me when SID was notified?

TAO: Same time as the coroner.

Arrived at 10:17 p.m.

Currently working
on bullet trajectories.

Oh, I usually fill out the
log after I've entered my...

The log is supposed to be filled
out concurrent with the actions taken.

And while this federal
lawsuit is proceeding...



we must be compliant
with regulations. Period.

Sorry.

Detective Sanchez.

Any public safety issues?

Haven't found the weapon
yet. Patrol is looking for it.

And our suspect could still
be in the immediate area.

Put out a citywide
information broadcast?

Nine forty-five p.m.
Nothing's come back yet.

Has anyone notified
Deputy Chief Johnson?

- They have.
- Oh.

I'm so sorry. Have you
been looking for me?

RAYDOR: Chief Johnson, you didn't
sign into the log when you arrived.

I didn't?

Lieutenant, when did I arrive?

From Atlanta or tonight?

Ahem, uh... She
came with Gabriel.

I'm so sorry, captain. That is the
very last time I'll forget to sign in.

- It's okay. I've got it.
- You know what?

Why don't we get as many of your
questions answered as we can now.

Okay.

I'm going to assume, as usual,
you are the incident commander.

- Do you have an ID on the victim?
- Kendall?

Do we have an ID on the victim?

Uh... Driver's license
says Mr. Jon Milton Reed.

He's the principal at Polk High.

- It's not far from here.
- I assumed, from what his wife told us.

Two gunshot wounds in the chest.
Marks on the face are from the airbags.

BRENDA: Thank you, Kendall.

Was that the wife
outside? Mrs. Reed?

What time was she notified
of her husband's death?

- Actually, she notified us.
- Oh? Hmm.

[SOBBING]

Mrs. Reed says her husband stayed late
at school tonight to meet with parents.

The victim called her when
he was on his way home.

Told her hold on for a second,
he had to deal with someone.

Next thing she heard was gunshots.
And her husband screaming.

So Mrs. Reed was
the one that called 911?

She gave the officers the exact route
her husband took home every night.

- They found him 10 minutes later.
- Okay.

Please check Mr. and
Mrs. Reed's phone records.

Make sure the calls between them
happened before she dialed 911.

GABRIEL: You got it,
chief. BRENDA: Thank you.

And RACR Division's
been notified?

Yes. Yes, they have.

Ah. Chief. SID pulled
a round out of the trunk.

Looks like our murder weapon
is a 9 mm semiautomatic.

You know a semiautomatic was
used by looking at a single bullet?

Well, captain, a revolver
has six rounds in it.

Adding up the bullet holes in
the car and the two in the victim...

it makes seven. Means
the weapon had a clip.

I wasn't asking for a lesson in
Elementary Ballistics, lieutenant.

I simply wanted to know if you
are assuming a single shooter.

Is that what you're doing?

- Well, um, yeah.
- Okay.

- The casings?
- Haven't had time to look for them yet.

We assume once Mr. Reed
was shot, he drove away fast.

We don't know how
far our victim traveled...

before he passed out from blood loss,
caused him to crash into our pole here.

It's got everything right here.

Oh, according to
RACR division, chief...

You told me you had
already notified RACR.

We have a special
relationship with them.

Sometimes they call
back. Go on, lieutenant.

According to RACR, there was another
car-involved shooting two weeks ago.

Driver escaped
without injury. Get this.

The gun involved was
a 9 mm semiautomatic...

and the car involved was
a dark gray BMW 740iL.

- Just like this one.
- Mm.

The shooting took
place around here?

Two blocks north of here,
corner of Boyce and Forbes.

Okay, while we go
look for the casings...

- hold down the crime scene?
- Yes.

And I'll make doubly sure that all
of our log entries are properly made.

TAO: Okay. Maybe around here.
The driver of the last vehicle said...

the shooter ran out of a driveway
and opened fire in this area.

BRENDA: Was there a
description of the assailant?

TAO: Uh... Negative.

GABRIEL: Hey, chief.

I found a casing.

BUZZ: Two more over here.

I've got four here, chief.

Before Captain Raydor has
a chance to ask about it...

I'll make sure the
casings get into NIBIN.

Thank you very much.

Wow, this is interesting.

What?

Information wanted on a shooting at
the corner of Boyce and Forbes Avenue.

- Contact the Los Angeles FBI office.
- What?

Why is the FBI involved?

FRITZ: Eight shots were
fired at a TSA agent...

as he was driving home from
work one night two weeks ago.

- That's why we're involved.
- Oh, you mean why you were involved.

Special Agent Howard.

Did you find the casings from
the attack on the TSA agent?

- Yes. "Were involved"?
- Well, I'm the one with a victim.

And were the casings
entered in NIBIN?

Yes, captain. And, by the
way, I don't work for you.

We should compare casings.

Sanchez entered our
casings into NIBIN.

This is not your case. Ours.

Since when does FBI
care about principals?

A TSA agent was fired upon.

Driving the same type
of car as my victim.

So unless you think that the killer
just really hates German cars...

then your TSA agent was
mistaken for my principal.

Your principal was
mistaken for my agent.

Now you're just being silly.

- Chief, Gabriel is ready.
- Thank you, lieutenant.

Well, I'm not leaving.

You can stay as long as
you like, it's still my murder.

If you don't go home
soon and get some rest...

you're gonna end up with a
bad case of the grumpy uglies.

Chief Johnson, Mrs. Reed should
be meeting with a grief counselor...

not Detective Gabriel.

We're all grief counselors here.

No better time to interview than
when she's feeling vulnerable.

- If she's a suspect, we need to...
- She is a person of interest.

So we don't need
to Mirandize her.

Look, this is the second time somebody
shot at a silver BMW on that corner.

The killer is running around the
streets of L.A. with a semiautomatic.

My first responsibility is to
take him or her off the street.

What is it?

[SIGHS]

Asking questions at every one of your
crime scenes for the past two months...

I am feeling less like a captain and
more like a hall monitor every day.

I understand the importance of
the federal lawsuit we are facing...

but I am not convinced my constant
presence in your division is necessary.

And there is something else.

There is something else
I've been meaning to tell you.

Excuse me. Chief, we're on.

Oh. Just one second. Just...

I don't need a grief counselor.
I wanna know who killed Jon.

The L.A.P.D. is trying
to find that out, ma'am.

But this process, this investigation,
will be horribly stressful for you.

That's why I'm
here, to help you.

Now, I realize talking
about what happened...

won't take away the pain
that you're feeling now...

but it's my hope that it might
help you to process it, okay?

Now, as hard as this may be...

one of the best ways to begin is
to start with a recent conversation.

Like maybe the one you had with
your husband this morning, before work.

Any issues,
concerns, or regrets...

or maybe something
you wish you had said?

I would say, "Please, I want
you to quit this new school...

and go back to the one
where we'd been so happy."

Why didn't I say that to him?

Why?

- So your husband recently changed jobs?
- He was always changing jobs.

Straightening out schools.

And this new one...

Polk. I mean, he had had some tough
assignments, but Polk was horrible.

His first day, someone keyed
our car. Probably a faculty member.

And there were threats
too. Lots of threats.

- Did you report these to the L.A.P.D.?
- Oh, God, Jon wouldn't.

Thought recording everything
would keep him safe.

Recording everything?

He made voice
memos of his meetings...

with those dangerous
students and crazy teachers...

and angry parents
with his phone.

The phone that we
were talking on when he...

[SOBBING]

GABRIEL: Okay, Mrs.
Reed, I am very, very sorry...

about your loss.

We're gonna do
everything we can.

That's all we're
gonna get out of her.

- At least we have a place to start.
- I'd like to hear those voice memos.

So would I...

but Mr. Reed's phone
is password protected.

Maybe the wife can pull it together
long enough to give us the code.

I'm so sorry, captain.
You were saying?

[SIGHS]

POPE: According to their logs, you have
Major Crimes doing everything to the letter.

If I may be frank, sir...

continuing to audit every investigation
Chief Johnson undertakes...

is an embarrassment
to everyone involved.

It's an insult to her,
demeaning to my rank.

Not to mention a waste of money.

We're trying to avoid adding more
plaintiffs to this lawsuit against us...

that could end up costing the
city, this department $50 million.

So believe me, your efforts
here are not a waste of money.

If I may, sir. Captain, you're
not just auditing Major Crimes.

You're supposed to be
finding the leak in their division.

We have to cut off Goldman's
source of inside information.

Since Chief Johnson doesn't
seem to be taking this seriously...

I'm counting on
you to fix that for us.

I've had a job offer.

Director of Internal Threats
and Corporate Security...

at the Los Angeles
Convention Center.

- You're quitting?
- I'm eligible to collect...

my captain's pension.
And I feel like it's time...

to work someplace where
people might be glad to see me.

Captain, do not feel that
you are unappreciated.

I walk into a
room, it goes silent.

Can't say hello to anyone outside
Professional Standards Bureau...

without a defensive response.

Between that and
my personal life...

- I feel that it's time for me...
- Captain, you cannot retire right now.

No one else is nearly as familiar
with this federal case against us.

And, with all due
respect to your issues...

Major Crimes is run by a
deputy chief and lieutenants.

Replacing you with a lower
ranking officer, it's not even possible.

I have no one else for this job.

Can't do it anymore.
I'm sorry, sir.

[SIGHS]

All right.

When the promotions freeze is
over, I will make you a commander.

Wow, that's quite
an offer, captain.

Thank you, chief.

But I feel I've had enough.

Will you at least give me a few
weeks before you make this decision?

And until your
notice is final...

I ask that you treat this issue of a
potential leak like the crisis it's become.

OPERATOR [ON RECORDING]:
911, what is your emergency?

JENNA: My husband's been shot.
OPERATOR: Stay with me, ma'am.

- Do you know where your husband is?
- I don't... I think...

I don't think he reached the freeway
yet, He would be somewhere on Boyce.

- Get someone there now.
- I have units responding.

Thank you, Buzz.
I've heard enough.

Hard to be on a landline at home
while shooting your husband...

across town.

Doesn't mean she couldn't
have hired somebody.

Well, their financials
don't show anything goofy.

Not only does she not have
the cash, doesn't have the heart.

- It could be a case of
mistaken identity. BRENDA: It is.

The FBI mistakenly identified
this as a federal crime.

Chief, we have very good news.

- Mrs. Reed remembered
the passcode? TAO: No.

In fact, after a few failed attempts,
we were locked out of the phone...

so we can't use it to
access any voice memos.

And this is good news how?

The victim synced his phone
to his computer at work, sir.

I have all the voice
memos right here.

Last two recordings he made
before being shot are interesting.

And here we go.

[PEOPLE SHOUTING]

Please, everyone. Please.

I understand that everyone
has their personal concerns.

I promise to explain everything
until each one understands...

what we're doing at
this school and why.

- Ma'am.
- My name is Gina Tompkins...

and my son has played first-string
football since his sophomore year.

Now, Coach Carr told me that Dennis
has a real scholarship opportunity here.

If you discontinue the
team, how are we gonna...?

REED: Hold on, hold on.

Please... Hold on. Hold on.

Let me say this again.

I'm not discontinuing football.

Or any other sport.

I'm only changing
the eligibility rules...

so kids who need time in the
classroom don't lose it on the fields.

Whoa, whoa,
changing eligibility how?

That's a good...
That's a good question.

To play football or to participate in any
extracurricular activity here at Polk...

students have to maintain
a C-grade average.

This isn't my only...
Please. Listen to me.

Listen... Wait. Listen to me.

Schools do not remain open based
on the ranking of their football teams.

Only score that matters
is that standardized test.

If your kids do as badly on
that test as they did last year...

there won't be a team,
this school will close.

- Wait, wait, wait.
REED: Please.

- What does Carr have to say
about this? PARENTS: Yeah.

- This isn't a Coach Carr
issue. MAN: Come on.

REED: This is...

CARR: Okay, listen.

I don't believe that
maintaining a decent GPA...

is out of reach for any
student in this school.

Now, it may mean that we
have to work a little harder.

- But we're not strangers to
that, right? PARENTS: Right.

WOMAN: That's right. Okay.

Thank you, Coach Carr. Ahem.

Now, the issue of
scholastic approvals...

- You're the issue here,
Reed. MAN 1: That's right.

MAN 2: Class isn't
just about books.

My boy needs to learn what it
means to win. He needs to feel that.

There's not a lot of
winning around here.

- I do understand that, I do.
- Turn it off. Thank you.

From having no suspects
to having a whole roomful.

Not necessarily. Minutes
after this conference...

Principal Reed had
another meeting.

REED: Now is not a good time,
Rich. CARR: It's never a good time.

- Who's Rich?
- Richard Carr.

The football coach.

Plan to get rid of me
isn't going over so well.

You're not being fired.
You're being transferred.

To... What did you call it? "A
school with fewer problems"?

And by "problems" you mean
the children who need me the most.

No.

Kids who are dragging down
everyone else who wants to excel.

Kids who don't wanna be here.
The very kids you're begging to stay.

Since when was it our job...

to shove these boys
and girls out of class?

Since funding became
attached to test scores.

You've gotta stop
acting like it's 1990.

Listen to me. Okay, listen.

Just listen. I know that you are
hyper-focused on the issue of grades.

But if you put the kids on the
street in this neighborhood...

they end up in jail. Or worse.

It's not just about
dropping out of school.

- It's a possible death sentence.
- Imagine the school being shut down.

That's what's gonna happen
if I can't get our scores up.

Look, face it.

You don't have the guts to
make the hard decisions here.

- And you have to go.
- What...?

Hey, you wanna
talk to me about guts?

- You?
- You think you're a hero...

because you put it all
on the line for a few?

I'm trying to save the
school. You're an impediment.

- You're leaving.
- I'll fight to stay.

Take your best shot, Rich.

- Because I promise you, I'll take mine.
- What's that supposed to mean?

I'm this close.

I'm this close to phoning the district
about what's going on at your house.

Excuse me.

You son of a bitch.

Take the transfer
and be thankful.

I won these trophies.

And you don't even
deserve to look at them.

Now we're all caught up, Coach
Carr, wanna explain yourself?

He recorded our conversations.
I mean, is that even legal?

I wouldn't worry about that. I
can't arrest Mr. Reed anymore.

He did bring up several points
I think we should talk about.

Points. No, he had no points.

Know what it's like to have someone
standing over your shoulder...

looking for that one thing
that could get you fired?

A little, yes.

CARR: Well, that's
what Reed does.

Did. He wanted to get
rid of teachers like me.

Teachers like you?

Yeah.

I personally call several
students every morning...

just to get them out of bed.
Their parents couldn't care less.

And, of course, these
kids, they've got troubles.

But putting them on
the street won't help.

It will, however, drive up test scores,
which is all that Reed cared about.

So you wanted to stop him?

Yeah. But not by
killing him, come on.

- You sounded pretty mad.
- Oh, wow, you...

You are a great detective.
You could tell that I was mad?

Well, congratulations.
Of course I was mad.

I've taught at that
school for nearly 30 years.

It's my life's work.
And what did I get for it?

FLYNN: Here's your warrant.
- Okay.

We're only going through
Carr's house looking for trophies.

Stolen trophies.

L.A.P.D. Search warrant!

Let Buzz document everything
before you start tearing up the house.

Okay. Okay,
Gabriel, take the right.

Flynn, take that
room there on the left.

Tao, Sanchez, you guys
check outside the back.

Okay, now, remember, guys.

You could put up a gun any
place you could put a trophy...

so if you come across the
weapon, it's legal to grab it.

FLYNN: Yes, sir. GABRIEL:
Lieutenant, check this out.

Doesn't Coach Carr live alone?

PROVENZA: Yeah. Yeah, he does.

GABRIEL: Another
bedroom here too.

There's one over here
as well. Looks lived-in.

[CLINKING] [MAN LAUGHS]

Did you guys hear that?

[RAP MUSIC PLAYING FAINTLY]

Yeah. Over here, over here.

[MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING]

[OVER SPEAKERS] Every time
I laugh I feel like I am someone

BRIAN: Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- What's going on?

Are you guys okay?

Why? What happened?
Where's coach?

Coach is fine.

- Is he making you stay?
- No one's making us do anything.

- What do you want?
- Your parents know where you are?

Got a warrant?

Don't talk to them about anything
with coach. Without a lawyer.

We need to call DCFS.

These boys need a physical
exam by a doctor. Pronto.

Gabriel, call Taylor.

Tell him to let chief
know what we got here.

Flynn, keep your
eyes on these kids.

We're gonna go out here and keep
looking for what we came here to find.

Trophies. Trophies, lieutenant.

Yes. Fully loaded trophies.

You're never gonna guess what's
going on in Coach Carr's house right now.

These kids are not his
own, not related to him.

And they're not just
hanging at his house, chief.

They're living there.

Each with his own bed.

I can't decide if this guy is a
killer, a monster of some kind...

- or just overly committed to his job.
- Why can't he be all three?

Just saying, one of the ways a serial
offender manages to avoid detection...

is by being attractive
to his victims.

Coach Carr seems to be providing
these boys with the necessities of life.

And when a kid thinks his survival
depends on someone... Oh-ho.

- Have they found the murder weapon?
- Not yet.

I need it.

Okay. Well. They're
searching the suspect's home.

Captain Raydor, she has to be careful
about how she goes about doing that.

If there's a leak
in your division...

There's no leak.

Yeah, yeah. So you keep saying.

I don't wanna put Captain
Raydor on the spot.

I know she's
protecting my flank.

I need to take this guy to a dark place.
I don't wanna go there without a gun.

I get it, chief.

I get it.

Thank you, officer.

This is what I get? Because
I've put the kids first?

Above everything
else? I put them first...

and Reed put himself
first and his career.

- You put the kids first?
- Always.

- Did you also put them in your house?
- My house?

My detectives found three
underage boys living at your house.

Half-naked.

Principal Reed knew
about them, didn't he?

That's what he threatened
to tell the school district.

All right now, listen.

First, okay, you need to get
those detectives out of my house.

- Right now. And then...
- I'll tell you what I need to do.

I need to question those boys...

find out if the care you gave them
extended to a physical relationship.

Listen. You have no right to...

I have every right, sir. Unless
you can produce documents...

to show you are the legal
guardian of those boys.

- Give me those documents, sir.
- This has gone too far.

- When I talk to those parent...
- Parents?

You wanna talk to their parents?

- Do you have permission?
- Permission?

Are you serious?

No, I don't have
permission, okay?

I haven't exactly
followed the rules here.

Do you know where these boys were
living before they came to stay with me?

One of them was homeless, sleeping
in our locker room for two weeks.

One was beaten so badly
by his drunk of a stepfather...

I had to take him
to the hospital.

So you prey on throwaway
kids, is that right?

Okay.

Five years ago, the single mom
of one of my students went to jail...

for dealing drugs.

And I did nothing for the boy.

Two days later, he
was shot to death.

Murder, unsolved.

And who took
responsibility for that?

You?

Put me in front of a jury.

I would love nothing better...

than to publicize what's
going on with these children.

Because you know
what you're gonna find?

Nothing. This place is clean.

We've searched every
room, top to bottom.

- There is no firearm here.
- Trophy.

Gentlemen, we are
looking for stolen trophies.

Finding a gun
would be incidental.

Lieutenant. If you stole a trophy, would
you maybe bury it in your backyard?

Someone's planted shrubs.

Maybe they buried a trophy too.

Uh-huh. Captain.

Is it procedure?

Who am I to say what someone
would do with a stolen trophy?

But if I were to look for one in a
backyard, I'd use a metal detector.

Excuse me.

RAYDOR: Remember.

Concentrate on stretches of ground large
enough to cover a trophy-sized object.

Hey, hey. There's a little
something down here...

- at the end of this runner.
- Too small for a trophy.

Which is what we're looking for.

And if we find something else,
then we call it a happy accident.

Ah. So, ahem, apropos
of nothing really...

when can Major Crimes start
planning your retirement party?

I wanna bring the
balloon animals myself.

Who told you I was
retiring, lieutenant?

Well, you said it in front
of Taylor, didn't you?

[DETECTOR BEEPING]

- We found something.
PROVENZA: Really, Buzz?

Heh. We'll make a
detective out of you yet.

Give it a go, Julio.

BRENDA: First, you
threaten your boss...

who ends up murdered.

Then we find three half-naked
underage boys living in your house.

And here is the murder weapon...

found buried in your backyard.
The one used to kill Principal Reed.

So you have the motive, the
means, and the opportunity.

Mr. Carr, I would be
lying if I said anything...

other than you have
the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and
will be used against you.

You've the right to an attorney.
If you cannot afford an attorney...

one will be provided
for you by the state.

Now...

I want you to think really, really
hard about everything you've told me.

Does it make you sound innocent?

Because if it doesn't,
would you like to start over?

Because I think we both
know what's going on here.

Don't we?

As hard as it is to say...

don't we both know
what's going on?

I want a lawyer.

Uh... All right,
then. Thank you.

Hey. Good morning.

Everything all right?

Yeah.

The boys living with Coach Carr had
their physical examinations this morning...

and met with a counselor. There was
no sign of abuse, sexual or otherwise.

Well, that's a relief, isn't it?

Yes, yes. Of course.

But now Coach
Carr's only motive...

would seem to be
avoiding a job transfer.

And he has enough time in to retire
with his whole pension if he wanted.

Like Raydor, huh?

Like Raydor how?

Didn't she tell you?

Tell me what?

[CHUCKLES]

Well, apparently...

Raydor thinks she should retire.

She hates checking
up on you all the time...

feels she's not wanted, and
supposedly has a great job offer.

Ah.

I thought you'd be happy
to have her out of your hair.

Yeah. But she hasn't
found the leak yet.

- You don't believe there is a leak.
- It doesn't mean I'm right.

Amazing.

One thing you were right about, the
gun you found in your suspect's backyard...

matches up with the
casings in both our cases.

No good reason Coach Carr
would want my TSA agent dead.

So as far as the FBI is
concerned, this case belongs to you.

- Well, thank you. That's great.
- One last question.

Come across anyone in your investigation
by the name of Terrence Miller?

No. Why?

Hmm. Because the gun you found in
Carr's backyard is registered in his name.

Do you have any idea where
this Terrence Miller might be?

He's in Interview
1 with Gabriel.

Miller did five years for robbing
a liquor store with the same gun...

used to kill Reed.

The gun was never
recovered, but he pled guilty.

Served all of his time.

- He's probably a hard-ass.
- Whereabouts during the murder?

Working. The guy is a valet
for a restaurant downtown.

Supervisor vouches for him.

- Connection to Coach Carr?
- Couldn't find any.

He lives completely on the other
side of L.A. from Reed and Carr.

Not likely he was gonna
run into them at a block party.

We cross-referenced every database,
see how else Miller and Reed could've met.

Traffic accidents, crime
reports, Facebook. Nothing.

All right, then. We'll just see
what he has to say about his gun.

MILLER [OVER MONITOR]: Yeah.

Chief Johnson. I just
heard that the three boys...

- from Carr's house are still here.
- That's correct.

We're required to release
them to their parents.

Well, so far we've only been
able to find one of the mothers.

Says too busy to come
down until tomorrow morning.

You want me to
let these boys go?

What if they get lost or
hurt or involved in a crime?

Goldman can end up recruiting their
parents for that federal lawsuit of his.

Or don't you care
about that anymore?

Where are the boys right now?

They're in the break room.

Since we couldn't release
them, we might as well feed them.

Let me see if I can get the boys
to help us locate their relatives.

Why didn't you tell
me she was retiring?

Because I'm
talking her out of it.

Say something encouraging,
that would be helpful.

Unless you'd like me to
replace her with someone worse.

[SIGHS]

GABRIEL: I know you hadn't
planned on being here this morning.

We appreciate your joining us.

- Helping us solve our problem.
- I already told the old guy...

I didn't do nothing. I've
been staying out of trouble.

Relax, Flynn. You're much,
much younger than you look.

Does this look
familiar to you, sir?

I ain't never seen that gun.

I find that hard to believe.

This gun is registered
in your name.

And the casings match those
left behind at a robbery you pulled.

Man, you guys.

Always jerking people around.

Where you got that gun?
I don't know. I don't care.

I done my time for that. You
can't play me a double jeopardy.

This is your weapon. Correct?

Ain't seen it since I went to
the joint. Ditched it before...

Where did you ditch it?

I was staying with
some bitch and her kids.

Before I went to jail.

I hid the gun at her place, man.

GABRIEL: What was her
name and where did she live?

- I don't know.
- You don't know the name...

- of the woman you were living with?
- We weren't married.

She was someone I
hooked up with for a bit.

A stripper. Had six
names she went by.

GABRIEL: She live at
six different places too?

Haven't seen her in years. What
do you care about where she lived?

- Answer the question.
- What?

I said answer the question.

This gun was used in a
murder two nights ago.

A man was killed
with this weapon.

You will tell me where
your ex-girlfriend lived...

what her name is or I'm
going to arrest you for murder.

I have an alibi. My boss.

Who do you think the jury is
gonna believe? Your boss or me?

I don't remember where the bitch
lived. I don't remember her name. I swear.

[SIGHS]

She only ever wanted
me for a babysitter anyway.

She was using me, man.
You gotta believe me.

Please, I need this job.
Like, I can't lose this job.

- Please.
- All right then.

Come with me. This way.

You're arresting me?

Depends on whether or
not you help me. Get up!

This way.

Come on, guys. Let's wander
down to the break room now.

Just so we can be sure we've done
everything to contact family members...

could each of you write down the
names of all your living grandparents.

Hey. Sorry it took me
so long to get down here.

Um...

Good to see you again.

I was supposed to pick you up.

I thought you was in jail.

Lewis.

Could you come with me,
please? I need to talk to you.

[GRUNTS]

WOMAN: Ow!

Lewis!

You're in a police station. Running is
not gonna do you or Carr a lick of good.

You don't know
nothing about coach.

I know a man who argued
with him ended up shot to death.

That the weapon was found
in your coach's backyard.

Enough to put him away.

Is that what you want? Put
your coach away for murder?

GABRIEL: He was
trying to help you.

Wasn't he, Lewis?
Looking out for you.

Until Principal Reed came along.

He's the guy that ruined
everything. Not me.

- I had no choice.
- No choice but what?

- Where was I supposed to go?
- Where will anyone go...

when Coach Carr is gone?

- Coach won't be gone.
- Oh, yes, he will be, Lewis.

I'm arresting him for
murdering Principal Reed.

Unless you tell me who
else might have done it.

Was it you, Lewis?

You hold onto the gun Miller
left at your mother's house...

give it to Coach Carr so
he could murder Reed?

No. No.

Coach didn't do it.

I shot the bastard.

- Not sure I believe that.
- I just told you I did it.

FLYNN: This murder took planning, kid.
- I can plan.

I figured out how Principal
Reed went home from school.

- Where to wait.
- You almost shot the wrong guy.

Almost don't count, lady.

I didn't give up.

I kept my eye... My eye
right there on the ball.

I made sure Mr. Reed
knew me real good.

I was always smiling at him.
Going up to him, calling him "sir."

Yeah. Called him "sir" a lot.

So, like, when I walked up to his
car at the stop sign, he knew me.

He rolled down the window.

And I let him have it.

[IMITATES GUN FIRING]

Yeah. And now you
know what happened.

I ain't sorry about it.

Ain't sorry about none of it.

And you guys can't
even do nothing to me.

I'm a minor. I'm only 15.

We'll see if the DA has something to
say about your being tried as an adult.

Detective Sanchez, would you
see to it Lewis gets to Booking?

I took a hit for my
team, you know?

Sometimes you gotta do
that even if you get pulled.

That's all I did. Took a hit.

My team.

That's it.

Just right over here.

TAYLOR: You may feel bad about
Coach Carr, but you had no choice.

He lawyered up.

He was trying to
protect the boys.

Hard to know what
else you could've done.

Coach Carr, I just want to say I'm
sorry for any misunderstandings...

that might have occurred
during this investigation.

Yeah. It's Lewis you
should feel sorry for, not me.

He's a good kid.

Smart. Never had a proper
chance and now he never will.

Lots of people lack
proper chances, coach.

Lots and lots of people.

And very few of them decide
that murder is the next best thing.

Wow. Heh.

You seem really well informed about
the kind of world that my students live in.

Hey, those other
kids at my house...

did their parents ever show up?

Or are you gonna be
turning those boys over...

to the Department of
Children's Services?

Doesn't matter. They'll be on
the street again soon enough.

Which means they'll end
up joining Lewis in jail...

or Reed in the morgue.

You think that's right?

Hey, you don't have
to answer. I know.

I mean, I'm a
criminal, too, aren't I?

Giving abandoned
juveniles a place to live...

without the proper paperwork.

Trying to save some of these
children we're not leaving behind.

But it turns out
that's your job, isn't it?

You and the undertakers.

As good as Coach
Carr's intentions are...

his actions were illegal.

Or that the challenges
he faced at work...

forced him to look for
unorthodox solutions.

For going above and beyond the
call of duty, he'll probably lose his job.

Well, maybe it's time
for him to move on.

I don't know.

He seemed to be
doing important work.

Even if it wasn't fully appreciated
by his boss and fellow teachers.

There's something
about that I find admirable.

Me too.

Sharon Raydor.

What an unpleasant surprise.

I'm getting really used
to seeing your car...

parked in front of
some place I need to be.

I was just warming
up Coach Carr for you.

I can't decide which of us
has the worse gig. You or me.

Well, that depends, I guess,
on what one wants from life.

I gather you want a little
more than you have right now.

Am I right?

What's that supposed to mean?

Just I hear you're giving
up the badge, moving on.

- Really?
- Why not? You've earned your pension.

Retirement doesn't
mean an end to work.

You got a great job
offer to go along with it.

What could be better?

And where did you hear that?

Uh... A little birdie told me.

No, really,
Mr. Goldman. Seriously.

From whom did you hear that I
had a job offer and that I was retiring?

Why?

I have no intention of retiring. A new
job offer was the last thing on my mind.

The only thing I'm trying to do is prove
there really is a leak in the L.A.P.D.

And you are getting your information
quicker than some of the officers.

Maybe I'll have to get a warrant
to find out who the little birdie is.

A warrant? Against the
attorney who's suing you?

Good luck with that.

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