The Closer (2005–2012): Season 7, Episode 15 - Silent Partner - full transcript

[CHAINS JINGLING]

MAN: Wrist band.

Moses, Reggie.

CDC-dash-S45973.

- You want us to stay?
- Absolutely not.

All right, sir. If you
need us, just scream.

[DOOR LOCK CLICKS]

Well, since our bad-mannered
correctional officer didn't bother...

allow me to properly
introduce myself.

I'm Peter Goldman...

and, as I said in my letter to
you, I greatly appreciate you...



allowing me to handle the
appeal of your death sentence...

and your application
for a new trial.

But I'm gonna need your help.

Heh. I love helping people.

So tell me, uh, Peter Goldman...

what can Reggie do for you?

I'm trying to prove that the woman
who took your so-called confession...

is a corrupt police officer.

And a murderer.

- What good is that for me?
- Remember the L.A.P.D.'s Rampart scandal?

Nearly a hundred people had
their convictions overturned...

because police officers lied.

That's your ticket out of here.

When Chief Johnson
arrested you...



for the murder of Tyrone
Baylor and two other...

Weren't nobody trying to kill
Ty Baylor or them Army boys.

Don't admit to anything.
Just listen. Listen.

You listen! You listen!

Turell walked into a protected
store and killed the store owner...

and his little grandson.
And then he put it all on me.

Look at me.

Look at me!

Chief Johnson put
you in those chains.

After your arrest, she gave you a
phone so you could call all your friends...

tell them that Turell
was being let go.

"Ricky-Rock, C-Jazz,
Deloin, and Lil Bugsy."

After you talked to them,
Turell was beaten to death.

Now, I have a witness
who can testify to all of this.

How you know them names?

Reggie, I know everything
about Turell's murder.

All I need now is for people
to say what happened...

out loud, in open court.

You do that and Chief
Johnson loses her job...

her savings, and
everything else she has.

And you...

you walk out of here a free man.

- Wait, Reggie. Where are you going?
- Come back with my paperwork.

- It's gonna be harder to get the paperwork...
- If it's hard, then you do it hard!

Don't talk to me
about being hard.

CO!

You come back
with my paperwork...

and I'll say anything
you want me to say.

MAN: Open up the gate.

[SIREN WAILING]

All right, all right, sign in.

Sign in, both of you. We
gotta play this one by the book.

Deputy Chief Brenda Leigh
Johnson, Major Crimes.

Detective David Gabriel.

What's going on, lieutenant?

We'll get to that later.
Kendall's come and gone.

We'll take a look at the victim,
examine his ID, personal effects...

and then we're gonna have
all this towed out of here.

The victim parked illegally. Is
that what makes this a Major Crime?

Well, sort of.

Parking Enforcement was ticketing
the car when they found the body.

Newton rolled out a couple
of homicide detectives.

They ran the plates, they
called Taylor, Taylor called us.

- Why? TAYLOR: Car
came back registered...

to Turell Baylor.

TAO: Oh, victim's driver's license
says his name is James Turner.

Shot from the back seat, four times,
between 1 and 3 a.m. this morning.

No shell casings found anywhere.
All the bullets are in his body.

Gang moniker database says
James Turner goes by J-Rock.

Member of the
One-Ten Crips, chief.

BRENDA: One-Ten Crips kill
another one of their own. Why?

Uh, chief?

Found this card in
the victim's pocket.

Peter Goldman, attorney-at-law.

POPE: You put this
case on hold, right?

Of course. I told my squad to
stand down and get breakfast.

Do you know how the victim
ended up in Turell Baylor's car?

I know Turell wasn't using it.

This murder doesn't have any
connection to the federal lawsuit.

Yes, but the One-Ten Crips have their
own attorneys and Goldman is not one.

So why was his card
found on the victim's person?

Well, in my business, finding that
card on a body is what we call a clue.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Come in.

Excuse me. Sorry to interrupt.

No problem, detective.
How was your breakfast?

Uh, great. Good.

Good. Um...

I was just wondering if Chief Johnson
could join me out in the hallway.

No, no, no. You can tell Chief Johnson
whatever have to tell her right in here.

Go ahead, David.

Okay. Well, I have a friend that
works for a credit rating agency...

and I had him look up
a couple things for me.

Just to see where Peter
Goldman has been lately.

God, you can't get inside
information on the plaintiff's attorney.

- It's not traceable.
- Now we all know about it.

Or we would if
you'd let him finish.

- Detective.
- Thank you.

Goldman took a
flight up to Oakland.

He rented a car with
one of those toll passes...

and he used it to drive
over the San Rafael Bridge.

He went to San Quentin. Why?

He signed in as attorney
for Reggie Moses.

Goldman spoke to Reggie Moses?

Yeah. Alone. And afterwards,
Reggie made a phone call.

To whom?

San Quentin sent us an audio file of
Reggie calling from a prison phone...

to someone on a disposable cell.

Yeah, I'm trying to find out where that
disposable cell was sold, who bought it.

[LINE RINGING ON RECORDING]

MAN [ON RECORDING]:
Hello? MOSES: Hey, dog.

Saw my new lawyer today.

Peter Goldman.

Gonna file an appeal for me.

He has five investigators
researching my case.

One of them talks too much.

MAN: Thanks, man. Stay chill.

Five investigators.

- Yeah, and one of them talks too much.
- J-Rock.

It implies Goldman has a list
of names pertinent to the case.

- He needs to be interviewed.
- That's what I've been saying.

Not by you or anyone else in
this division. You're all being sued.

All right, well, who
do you have in mind?

Hello, Peter.

Ooh! Love the tie.

I have been thinking
about you so much...

it's a relief to sit down
and talk to you for a minute.

I'm not answering any questions about how
I'm getting my information from L.A.P.D.

And interrogating
me on any subject...

could be interpreted by a
judge as a form of harassment.

So you'd better have a damn good
reason for putting me in an interview room.

Oh, I do. The murder of
James Turner, a.k.a. J-Rock...

and your business card,
which we found on his body.

So when was the last
time you spoke with...

or saw James
Turner, a.k.a. J-Rock?

- That is none of your business.
- Okay.

Then where were you
yesterday afternoon?

Also none of your business.

Might you have been at San Quentin
Prison visiting Reggie Moses on death row?

If L.A.P.D. has been illegally
monitoring my whereabouts...

Before you start huffing and puffing,
trying to blow my house down...

you signed into San
Quentin Prison, Peter.

It's a matter of public record.

Now, you spoke with Reggie
Moses, a One-Ten Crip.

[OVER SPEAKER]
Afterwards, he made a call...

and then another One-Ten
Crip, J-Rock, ended up dead.

Reggie is in prison, so
he didn't shoot anyone.

Now, if you want someone
who's out and about...

with a good motive to kill J-Rock,
why don't you begin right here...

with the L.A.P.D.?

Give me a reason and I will.

J-Rock was a witness to
the death of Turell Baylor.

He saw it happen.
And I found him.

Not you guys. Me.

- How did that work out?
- And now he's dead.

- Coincidental, don't you think?
- J-Rock was a witness...

- to Turell Baylor's death?
- Yes.

And he gave you the
names of Turell's murderers?

No. No.

Just that...

Just that they were
all One-Ten Crips.

RAYDOR: I'm confused. You're
saying the victim confirmed...

his fellow Crips
murdered Turell.

But he couldn't identify
his own gang members?

So, what'd you go to San
Quentin Prison for, Peter?

During your little interview
with Reggie Moses...

did you mention you had
a witness to Turell's death?

My conversation with
Reggie is covered by privilege.

Major Crimes would have a much
better time solving J-Rock's murder...

if you would give the
names of the One-Ten Crips...

- that your witness confirmed.
- I don't know them.

Are you deaf? Let
me repeat it for you.

J-Rock gave me no names, okay?

I have no names. None.

Okay.

Wait here.

Is this my case? I need to know.

Yes. Yes, it's your case.

Question is whether
Goldman is withholding names.

Of course he's withholding
the names but we can't prove it.

Perhaps if he heard the conversation
Reggie had after their visit.

Not until we know who was
on the other end of that call.

- Detective?
- I was able to track the cell phone...

that Reggie called
to a center in Seattle.

I haven't been able to
find out where it went.

BRENDA: Mr. Goldman, I
heard you were in the building.

I'm so glad you didn't leave before
we had the chance to say hello.

GOLDMAN: Don't think this murder is gonna
stop me from moving forward on the lawsuit.

Because it won't.

Stay after that phone. See what
we can do about getting a wire on it.

- Yes. GOLDMAN:
Cut to the chase here.

- What do you want?
- The same thing you want.

To find the people
who killed J-Rock.

Who, from what you told Captain
Raydor, are probably the same crew...

who killed Turell Baylor.

[CHUCKLES]

You don't actually expect me to
believe you care about that, do you?

If you arrest Turell's killers, you'll
end up making my case against you.

If you know the names of
these people, you tell me...

before they do to you
what they did to J-Rock.

Oh. I'm sorry.

Your usual scare tactics
wouldn't work with me...

even if I knew the
names. Which I don't.

If you'll pardon me, I'm sure you have
other people you wanna try intimidating.

- And I have work to do.
- Please.

Look, wait. If you're determined
to leave here without helping me...

at least let me offer
you some protection.

Would that be the same kind of
protection you offered Turell Baylor?

Would you also like
to give me a lift home?

At least I'd know where to start
looking when you don't show up for work.

I'm not afraid.

Yes, you are.

Well, ahem, if Goldman
does know those names...

He does.

And we can prove it, I
think I can force him to settle.

RAYDOR: Chief Johnson
won't settle, Gavin.

She wants to be
cleared in court.

Ah, well, good to know.

So where is the rest of your
squad now? Still at breakfast?

- At the print shed.
- Ah.

Okay. Look, solving
the murder is job one.

Job two is making sure that Goldman
doesn't wind up dead in the process.

And I think you need to address
the leak in your division openly.

So find the killer...

but be aware of all the
moving pieces on the board.

You notify J-Rock's family?

They knew he was
dead before I got there.

Well, did any of them tell you why
he was driving Turell Baylor's car?

They were friends. Turell's
mother loaned it to him. Who knows?

- Sorry we're late. What did we miss?
- Well, not much.

Morales called, says he's pulled a lot
of 9 mm bullets out of J-Rock's back.

J-Rock's phone has
about a dozen calls...

between him and
Goldman's office and cell...

so they were
definitely in touch.

Okay, um, could
everyone gather round?

I have something to say about
this case before we go any further.

It looks like
J-Rock was killed...

because he was willing to testify in
court about the murder of Turell Baylor.

It would appear, though
Goldman denies it...

that J-Rock gave him the
names of Turell's murderers.

If that's true,
Goldman is in danger.

So, um, at the moment, I'm asking
that everyone keep a tight lid...

on the information in this case.
For Goldman's sake. Okay?

Oh, for God's sake, chief, if
Goldman knows the killers' names...

and he's not telling us,
that's his problem. Not ours.

I'm not sure a judge
would look at it that way.

I don't give a damn
what some judge looks at.

Moving on with the details
of our murder, gentlemen.

I just spoke with the detectives who
have been looking into Turell's death.

They confirm that he and
J-Rock were good friends.

So it makes sense that Mrs.
Baylor would give him the car.

TAO: And we pulled
a lot of prints out of it.

Baylor's, of course. J-Rock's.

Some partials.
Some unidentified.

Six other gang
members and more to go.

Inside the car means inside job.

SANCHEZ: Here, chief.

Let me show you.

Step in here.

Uh... Uh, Buzz has an
audio file y'all need to hear.

Buzz.

So the shooter sat here.

Car pulls over to the curb.
Takes out his gun. Left-handed.

Pow-pow, pow-pow.

Picks up the casings.

Then he and the
guy up front jump out.

The important
thing here, chief...

J-Rock was killed
by his own gang.

- Like Turell.
- Like Turell.

That's not done
without permission.

So who's the shot-caller
inside the One-Ten Crips?

Is there a way to follow the
money trail on an inside gang killing?

It's all-cash business.

We could look back to see if
any of the One-Ten Crips spent...

a lot of money
after Turell died.

But that's gonna help get the
kids who did the dirty work...

and not the guy in charge.

If whoever ordered the hit on
J-Rock also ordered the hit on Turell...

then all this violence goes back to
the convenience store Turell robbed.

The owner and his grandson
that he shot to death.

Looking at that store,
that's a good idea.

It was protected. There's
gotta be a reason for that.

We should also find out
who paid for the funerals...

of that poor old man
and the little boy.

Not we.

- You.
- What do you mean?

Chief, Goldman's here, in
this print shed, right now.

Everything that you say and everything
that you do will get back to him.

You need to follow
up without us.

When you're not sure
who you can trust, chief...

don't trust anyone.

But, Julio...

these people are my friends.

That's what J-Rock
was thinking...

when he parked the car.

FRITZ: Let me ask you something.

You sure you know
what you're doing here?

This case could present a
conflict of interest for you.

It's a conflict of interest
for everyone but me.

Besides...

I've come up with a plan
that I think covers everything.

- It's not suicide, is it?
- Ha, ha.

Arresting the guys who killed Turell
Baylor could end up costing you bigtime.

Well, which would you rather I give
up, everything I have, or everything I am?

What's behind door
number three? Anything?

[CHUCKLES]

BRENDA: Daddy's sick.

I'm all packed up
for my trip to Atlanta.

If I lose my job
over this, so be it.

I'll keep busy. In
the meantime...

that convenience store owner that
Turell Baylor killed, Charlie Niles...

you find out anything about him?

His daughter sold her
father's convenience store...

for about three
times what it's worth.

That's a good deal.
Any idea who bought it?

Myma Industries.

They converted Charlie
Niles' convenience store...

into a cell phone
business, Papa Electronics.

- Cell phones.
- Uh-huh.

And Myma has a
warehouse in Seattle.

That's where we lost contact with
the prepaid number that Reggie called.

Myma Industries, I assume
that's a shell company?

- Any idea who owns it?
- His name is Marvin Evans.

Not only does he like overpaying for
convenience stores in gang territory...

but when I stopped by the mortuary listed
on Charlie Niles' death certificate...

guess who covered
the cost of the funeral?

- Marvin.
- Dead right.

He come from the same
neighborhood as the One-Ten Crips?

Grew up one block away
from Baylor. Here's the kicker.

This guy seems also to be
something of a financial wizard.

- What do you mean?
- He put together Myma...

which owns 15 cell companies
in California, Hawaii and Nevada.

He lives in a pricey
downtown condo.

He's got a 4400-square-foot
vacation home in Palm Springs...

six cars, one of
which is a Bentley.

And put all that together
with cash he invested...

from buying and selling
unclaimed luggage.

Wise investor. Lots of money.
An interest in his old neighborhood.

Sounds like a shot-caller to me.

Now, listen. This guy has
excellent legal representation.

Don't think he's
gonna talk to you.

I don't need him to
talk. I need him to listen.

And be out of his
downtown condo for at least...

- Uh, at least 30 minutes.
- Thirty minutes?

He has dogs.

Okay, okay. I can
manage 30 minutes.

Look, thank you.

Thank you.

If it weren't for you...

I don't think I'd have a single
soul on Earth I could trust right now.

I really don't.

I'm glad I finally became the
kind of person people can count on.

I don't know how much of
a favor I am doing for you.

The second Marvin Evans
shows up in your division...

- Goldman is gonna find out about it.
- Gosh, honey. I hope you're right.

POPE: I don't believe this.

How could you set up am SIS protection
detail for Goldman without my permission?

I didn't order SIS
protection for anyone.

It's surveillance only
and I requested it.

That's not the point. I'm chief of
police and I have approval over this.

Excuse me. I have a very good
explanation for what's going on here.

And that would be?

Johnson is about to meet the man
she believes runs the One-Ten Crips...

- Marvin Evans.
- If, in my interview with Mr. Evans...

I say something that puts
Mr. Goldman in danger...

An SIS detail will already
be there to protect him.

There will be no moment...

between the creation of a
threat and the surveillance.

You know that talking to this
guy threatens Goldman's life?

And you're gonna do it?
Why would you do that?

You said solve the murder and
then be aware of all the moving pieces.

If you have another plan,
I'm open to suggestions.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Come in.

Uh... Oh!

- Good morning, everyone.
- Good morning. What is it?

A Marvin Evans is downstairs
with his attorney. Chinese guy.

You asked them to
come in to talk to you.

Flynn's bringing
them up. Room 2.

Great, thank you.
I'm coming with you.

Hey, chief, we've got
a wire up and running...

on the disposable cell phone that
Reggie Moses called from San Quentin.

We've identified most
of the prints from the car.

It's too much of a good thing.

There were at least 12 Crips in
that Buick at one point or another.

We could bring them in. Find out who has
an alibi for the time our victim was shot.

- We won't have to do that.
- Why not?

Goldman's gonna come back in
and give us the names of those killers.

Please make sure that
everyone makes it into Electronics.

I want all of you
watching this interview.

Excuse me.

Sanchez.

Tao.

Lieutenant, thank you.

Mr. Evans, so nice to
put a face to the voice.

I'm Deputy Chief Johnson and
you must be Mr. Evans' attorney.

- Tommy Wong.
- Tommy Wong.

So nice to meet you both.
Thank you so much for coming.

Don't thank us. We have no intention
of cooperating with you on anything.

Really? Then why
did you come in?

You could've refused to cooperate
over a phone. You have enough.

- Ha-ha-ha.
- No, no, no.

We have far too many common interests
for you to say you can't cooperate with me.

WONG: What common interests?

BRENDA: The murder of
Charlie Niles and his grandson.

EVANS: That murder was solved,
ma'am. You know who did it as well as me.

BRENDA: Well,
the case is closed.

Just like the caskets that you bought
for the Niles' funerals are closed.

And the deal that you made for the
store that Mr. Niles used to own is closed.

But as we are both well aware...

- closed does not mean over.
- Well, it's not over for you, maybe.

But, um, it's over for Turell.

He murdered Mr. Niles
and his grandson.

And now he's dead.

That leaves us with who
murdered Turell Baylor.

Yeah, but who cares
about that? You?

You don't care about that.

As it turns out, Mr. Evans,
I have to care about that...

in much the same way
you have to care about it.

We also, both of us, have to care
about the murder of a young man...

by the name of James
Turner, J-Rock to his friends.

We have no idea
who this J-Rock is.

Maybe you don't. Mr. Evans does.

MAN [ON RECORDING]: Hello? MOSES:
Hey, dog. Saw my new lawyer today.

Peter Goldman.

Gonna file an appeal for me.

He has five investigators
researching my case.

One of them talks too much.

MAN: Thanks, man. Stay chill.

That's Reggie Moses calling from
San Quentin to a disposable cell phone...

to a guy that
sounds a lot like you.

It's not me.

We traced that cell to a warehouse
in Seattle owned by Myma Industries.

That connects it to you. And
Reggie's new lawyer, Mr. Goldman...

he was also friends with J-Rock.

- So...?
- So J-Rock gave Peter Goldman...

the names of everyone involved
in the murder of Turell Baylor.

Reggie, a cell phone,
Mr. Baylor, Mr. Niles.

You and J-Rock had a lot in common
for two people who never knew each other.

[CELL PHONE BUZZES]

At least that's what
Mr. Goldman is implying.

Is he wrong? Does the little list
of names J-Rock gave Goldman...

- mean nothing to you at all?
- Oh, my God.

Or is it something on which
the two of us might cooperate?

I meet a lot of people
in my line of work.

I'll search my contacts.
Look at my e-mails.

Always wanna help if I can.

Tommy?

You should hear from me
again, one way or another.

Wonderful.

Chief Johnson.

Thank you.

- Well, that didn't go very well, did
it? BRENDA: Thank you so much.

That all depends on what
you think just happened.

GOLDMAN: This is beyond
the pale, even for you.

You need to just calm down and
tell us what has you so unnerved.

She just laid me out
to Marvin Evans...

who is probably arranging
a hit on me right now.

You know who Marvin Evans is?
You never mentioned him before.

I learned about Marvin Evans from
Turell Baylor's mother, who I represent.

She's the one who told me he
put a contract out on Turell's life.

Oh, so maybe you didn't
mention him to us before...

because it would have been a
mitigating factor in Chief Johnson's favor.

If Marvin Evans paid
to have Turell killed...

It changes nothing.

Chief Johnson still arranged
the circumstances that led to the...

I am not going to argue
this case here today.

Thanks to you people...

Marvin Evans now knows I
have the names of the people...

You do have the names.

You sat there in my interview
room, knowing full well...

who killed that witness
and you refused to tell me.

I never actually said I
didn't possess the names.

- I have you on record...
- I didn't have them.

- They're on a list.
- On tape, denying...

You taped a pretrial conference
without my permission?

It was not a conference, it was the interview
of a material witness in a murder case.

I don't care what you call it.

J-Rock identified Turell
Baylor's murderers to you.

So let me tell you
what will happen now.

You will give us
that list of names.

If it is written down and on your
person, you will put it in my hand.

Now.

So much for the conscience
of the justice system.

"Ricky-Rock, C-Jazz..."

"Deloin and Little Bugsy."

GABRIEL: So, chief, last
year, after Turell died...

C-Jazz and Deloin went
to Vegas for three days.

Hotel bill, $6000.

Okay. Ricky-Rock,
who's J-Rock's brother...

Says a lot about these people.
- -bought his mother a brand-new car.

After his brother was shot to
death, booked a trip to New York.

Seven nights at the London.

Reggie Moses had
$10,000 put on his books...

by Little Bugsy's dad,
a former One-Ten.

Okay. Lieutenant Provenza...

would you please organize
the takedown of these boys?

Uh, okay. Sure.

Uh, ahem, okay. Um...

Uh, heh, all our suspects are
out on parole. Shocking, I know.

So we don't need warrants
to search their houses.

We'll pick them
up in separate cars.

If you can find any reasons
to arrest their parents...

their brothers, sisters,
bring them in too.

It's time to stop playing
patty-cake with these assholes.

Chief.

Are you going where
I think you're going?

I need to finish my
conversation with Mr. Evans.

Without backup? You just
sent out your entire squad.

They can't know.

You're not gonna try and arrest
Marvin Evans by yourself, are you?

I'm not gonna arrest
him at all, captain.

Excuse me.

[CAR HORN HONKS]

Mr. Evans?

[DOGS BARKING]

Sit. Sit. Sit.

- Sorry about that.
- They probably smell my cat.

Or your gun.

I was wondering if I might
have a moment of your time?

Come on, boys. Easy.

Oh, my.

You're a long way
from home. Heh.

Not so far.

I can see my house from here.

- Can I get you something to drink?
- No, thank you.

[GASPS]

It's nothing personal.

Don't get excited.

I'm not gonna hurt you.

But I don't want
you to hurt me either.

And even though you gave
me that nice warning today...

you could still
be wearing a wire.

So, yes, I am a long, long
way from where I grew up.

But that's home. This place?

It's just an investment.

I'm all business now.

Dope is over.

You're not reading
me my rights either?

No.

So, what, are you an idiot? Or does
that accent just make you sound like one?

You're going after the
killers of Turell Baylor?

You catch those guys,
one of them might roll.

You have to know that.

You're in more
trouble than I am.

Those boys didn't kill Turell
or J-Rock without permission.

- And that did not come from me.
- But J-Rock was about to expose you.

Did you know that? Heh.
You're treating him like a victim.

J-Rock was about to
make a victim out of you.

I have no choice. Goldman
breathing down my neck.

If I don't investigate J-Rock's murder,
I could end up looking even worse.

Besides, you didn't
off J-Rock for me.

He keeps ratting out his friends,
any of whom could've turned on you.

You said we had
common interests.

Only because you ordered
a hit on Turell Baylor.

That's when all
my trouble started.

So tell me. What do you think
should have happened to Turell?

He shot Charlie Niles to death
and his little grandson over a beer.

You want him to walk?

Now, I know you didn't want that
because of how you let him go.

No, no. See, you knew Turell
had to die as much as I did.

And what about his twin brother, Ty,
huh? Home on leave from Afghanistan?

Shot to death in a parking lot
with two other Army rangers...

because he looked like Turell?

Ty and his friends, did they deserve to
die because of what happened to Charlie?

Don't talk to me about Charlie Niles.
You don't know nothing about Charlie Niles.

I mean, in a place where you had
to steal to pay for baby's diapers...

he gave them away.

When we didn't know if there
was gonna be food on the table...

that old man, he...

That old man helped us survive.

And not just me either, but my
mother, my friends, our neighbors.

And what did you people do
when Charlie got shot dead?

Nothing.

Everything that happened after that,
J-Rock, Ty, them soldiers, everything.

It happened because you people
didn't give a damn about Charlie Niles!

And I wonder if Charlie would be
proud of how you paid him back.

Killing all those people.

Is that what Charlie
would have wanted?

[GUN CLICKS]

I told you. Don't talk
to me about Charlie.

Now get up.

Get up.

You're leaving.

And you are gonna stay out of my way
while I finish up our common interests.

Reggie's in prison. Turell
and J-Rock are dead.

And when Goldman is gone...

as you pointed out, is
necessary for both of us...

then our little
partnership will end.

You don't have
to thank me later.

Just don't come back.

I won't.

FRITZ: FBI!

[DOGS BARKING]

Against the wall!

Well, we've made all our arrests
and Ricky-Rock is a-talking.

He's also left-handed, chief.

Ricky-Rock shot his
own brother in the back?

It's why he wasn't
surprised by the notification.

GABRIEL: When
the boys found out...

that the FBI had established
a wire in Marvin's condo...

it was like a competition to
see who could get their story out.

Well, no one can say we
didn't follow up on Turell Baylor.

All the way to the bitter end.

Well, not so bitter, though we
are at the end of things, finally.

Okay. Pardon me, gentlemen.

Chief Johnson, this agreement is
really beneficial to all parties involved.

I don't know that you
even need to read it.

Oh, I think she does.

Well, she can if she wants to, but
she's been dropped from the suit.

- I have?
- Yes, you have.

The people of Los Angeles will be paying
Mr. Goldman a million-dollar assessment.

Which won't even
cover my expenses.

- What about clearing my name
in court? POPE: Look, listen.

I know this is maybe not
everything you were hoping for...

but you're off the
hook for any damages.

Well, I don't care what the
city or the department decides...

I don't agree with this.

It doesn't matter whether
you agree or not, dear.

You're no longer being sued
so we can settle without you.

In return, we're agreeing not to bring
charges of misconduct against Peter...

or working to have his
law license revoked...

or causing him any number of the
10,000 perfectly legal problems...

I'd just love to throw his way.

The Johnson Rule.

What the hell is that?

Oh, didn't they tell you?

To satisfy my concerns,
and those of my clients...

and to make sure that they don't
re-file using other legal representation...

- your attorney and the chief of police...
- All right, shut up.

The Johnson Rule
is, essentially...

it's a silly, obvious, special
order that Goldman wants...

that says the L.A.P.D. cannot
knowingly release a suspect or witness...

into a hostile or
dangerous environment.

It's no big deal.

How could you let this happen?

Putting my name on a
special order like this...

makes it sound like I
did something wrong.

I just solved the murder I
was accused of planning.

How could you let this happen?

I'm sorry. I just saved you
from a civil rights action...

that could've cost you your
career and everything you own.

This is the thanks I get?

No. Here's the thanks
you get. You're fired.

And if it's no big deal, why
not call it the Pope Rule?

Or the Raydor Rule?

It's disgraceful.

You're selling me out.

What'd I tell you?

- My God, the ingratitude.
- Shocking, isn't it?

All right, you,
seriously, shut up.

RAYDOR: Chief.
- Don't talk to me right now.

I know you wrote
"refused" on the settlement.

I know it's not your fault, but I
just don't wanna talk about it.

Don't talk then, listen. I know
this didn't end the way we wanted.

But considering the list
of suspects he gave us...

there is a chance that Peter
Goldman will be in danger...

the moment he
leaves this building.

So, what do you want
me to do about that?

So ask Goldman to reveal his
leak inside of Major Crimes, nicely.

And if he refuses, well...

order him protection
whether he likes it or not.

That is the right and
honorable thing to do.

It's the Johnson Rule, captain.

Thank you.

[English - US -SDH]