The Closer (2005–2012): Season 7, Episode 5 - Forgive Us Our Trespasses - full transcript

[PHONE RINGS]

Major Crimes. Uh-huh.

Uh-huh.

- Hey, chief.
- Yes?

Dr. Morales says there's a
dead guy at a funeral home.

- Very funny.
SANCHEZ: Seriously.

There's a body at Weaver Funeral
Home without a death certificate.

Ask Dr. Morales to send
a coroner's investigator.

He did, but the dead guy's family
doesn't want him to examine the body.

- Who do you think should handle
it? MAN: Detective Julio Sanchez?

- You have been served.
- What? Again?



PROVENZA: Well,
it's probably nothing.

Not counting my five divorces,
I've been sued 17 times.

- Lieutenant Louie M. Provenza.
- Eighteen.

GOLDMAN: Deputy Chief
Brenda Leigh Johnson.

- You've been served.
- What's going on?

- Lieutenant Michael Tao.
- Getting wallpapered.

GOLDMAN: Francis B. Watson.
- What? Why me?

Why "Francis"?
That's the real question.

- Lieutenant Andrew Flynn.
- Yeah, yeah.

"A wrongful-death civil suit
filed on behalf of Turell Baylor."

We didn't kill the guy.

He was beaten to death
right after we dropped him off.

Turell murdered an old man
and his 8-year-old grandson.

- Who cares what happened to him?
- Commander Russell Taylor.



You have been served.

Okay, that's it.

- Wait, whoa, whoa. What about me?
- Sorry, that's all I got.

You talk to the Baylors' attorney
already? What did you say?

Are you kidding?
Are you serious?

Gabriel, it's Flynn. He's
paranoid for a living.

Of course I'm paranoid.
Raydor's been grilling us for weeks.

We're not allowed
to discuss this case.

What I can tell you is that
they're only really interested in me.

Funny way to show it.

Hey. Hey, buddy, what
are you still doing here?

Oh, I'm serving
subpoenas today...

and I'm also the attorney representing
the mother of Turell Baylor...

- What?
- In her suit against the city, L.A.P.D...

and almost
everyone in this room.

My name is Peter Goldman, and
it's a great pleasure meeting you all.

Now that I have your squad on record
saying Turell Baylor deserved to die...

I was wondering if I could ask
your detectives follow-up questions...

No. They're on their way to a crime
scene of a very serious murder...

at Weaver Funeral Home.

- Lieutenant.
- Right. Right.

Let's go. Hurry up. Get
out of here. Clear out.

- If you could spare me just a moment...
- Goodbye. I can't help you. Goodbye.

I am an officer of the court,
sworn to uphold the law...

and just like you, I am
only trying to get to the truth.

And a $20 million settlement.

When suspects die without due process,
people lose confidence in the justice...

Goodbye, Mr. Goldman.

There were two other cops in the
car when you drove Turell Baylor home.

Give me their names and I
won't depose your whole squad.

I've already heard some of
your people were unhappy...

with the way you treated Turell.

Nice try, Mr. Goldman.

But there's nothing you could say
that would make me suspect my officers.

Just a friendly heads-up.

"Goodbye" didn't
work. Let's try "get out."

- Now.
- Come on. Come on.

Let me walk you
back to the elevator.

GOLDMAN: It's all right.
I know my way around.

- Pleasure meeting you.
- Walk.

- All right, I'm walking.
- Walk.

I'm walking.

Excuse me. Wait, wait, wait.

I'm Terry Weaver. Are you
gentlemen all from the police?

Lieutenant Provenza,
Major Crimes.

Major Crimes? Oh, my gosh.

Listen, I'm the funeral
director here, and...

Six of you? Six? Oh, my gosh. What...?
There's been a miscommunication.

Did someone carry a body in
here without a death certificate?

Okay, listen. Cliff
Wycoff, he's a minister.

Pastor Wycoff died of
natural causes in his home...

and his family brought
him to the funeral home.

- Have you examined the body?
- Oh, no.

I would never do that
before the death was certified.

That's why I called the coroner.
But we don't need the police.

- Mr. Weaver, what are you doing?
- Is the body in there?

Front of the chapel, yes.

[MUMBLES]

PROVENZA: All right, L.A.P.D.
Everybody back. Step back.

Why does he have a camera?
No, no, no. This is wrong.

- Why are you taking pictures of my dad?
- We mean no disrespect.

- Army or Navy?
- Lance corporal, United States Marines.

Great, because
if you interfere...

we'll call the MPs at Camp Pendleton,
and you'll become their problem.

So should I proceed with
the liver temp and exam?

Well, if you can do it before
they start the wake, yes.

TERRY: Is everything all right?

No visible head trauma.

Let's see.

But I see petechiae.

- Ligature on the neck.
- Strangulation of some sort.

I'd call that unnatural.

Ninety-one. That puts time of
death about two or three hours ago.

Um, Gabriel, come with me.

- Um... You the wife?
- Yes.

I need to talk to you.

This is no way to treat
people in mourning.

- I don't know about that...
- Excuse me, lieutenant.

You have the L.A.P.D.'s deepest
sympathies in this very difficult time.

Perhaps there's
someplace we could talk?

Yes.

Lieutenant, she may not
realize she did something wrong.

She may also have just
strangled her husband.

She's a preacher's wife. You
approach her a certain way.

You would know how to do
that better than I would because?

When I was a kid, I went
to church four times a week.

Four times a week?

Twice on Sunday, prayer meetings
on Wednesday, choir on Friday.

All right, you
win, but hurry up.

I'm not waiting here
till Jesus comes back.

[MUMBLES]

Mrs. Wycoff, I know you're taking
care of many people right now...

and we will be sensitive
to your spiritual obligations.

But I also need you to be
sensitive to your legal situation.

It would help us out greatly...

if you could just tell us what
happened to your husband today.

Clifford was
battling depression.

His faith was strong, but it...

Sometimes it's hard to
know what God wants.

God didn't want this.

My husband hung himself
in the garage of our house.

I am so very sorry.

I know how hard that
must have been to say.

But can you tell me why you
didn't contact the authorities?

I should have, I know, but I didn't
want anyone in the church to know.

GABRIEL: Okay.

We can certify your
husband's death...

but I need written consent to search
your home and your garage, okay?

Thank you.

Here, let yourselves in.

I'm taking the family to
church if you need me.

Of course. Thank you.

Thank you.

Don't let anybody in.

I just came up with the pastor's
most recent credit-card charge.

- This guy didn't die at home, lieutenant.
- Starlight Motor Lodge.

He checked in at 10 a.m. this
morning, and he still hasn't checked out.

Yeah, that depends
on your point of view.

Someone made a call
from the minister's room...

at the Starlight around 11:02
a.m., just before the time of death.

Well, find out who
that call went to, Mike.

Yeah, chief?

Um...

We've got a situation.

Manager said the
victim was a regular.

Held the room with a credit card,
then paid with cash when he left.

Oh, the old cheater's
trick. So I hear.

Maybe he just needed
a quiet place to reflect.

- By the hour? MAN: Get it all.

Make sure it gets cleaned up.

- Hey, guys, hold up, hold up.
Shh. WOMAN: What did you say?

MAN: Make sure it
gets all cleaned up.

- Stay back, Buzz. MAN: I said,
make sure you empty the trash.

- Sir, L.A.P.D. Drop it.
- Drop the weapon.

- Drop the weapon!
- Dear God, don't shoot!

- What the hell?
- Don't shoot!

Oh, we were just cleaning up.

Ma'am, put the spray cleaner
down and step away from the sink.

- It's a hot glue gun, chief.
- A glue gun?

I just fixed that lamp,
and now look at it.

Well, we have a pair of men's
pants here, a shirt, a belt. Aha.

And what have we here?

Now, who does this belong to?

Y'all wouldn't happen to know a
Pastor Cliff Wycoff, would you?

He was our son-in-law.

I'm gonna let you in on a
little secret only my wife knows.

Your pastor's not perfect.

[CROWD LAUGHS OVER TV]

Jesus knows that I'm a sinner.

He loves me in spite of
the fact that I'm human.

CROWD: Yeah!
- Pause it, Buzz.

What kind of a woman asks
her parents to clean up the room...

where her husband
was having sex?

TAO: Tao.

Looks like the pastor's
lady friend left in a hurry.

Anything from the
motel security cameras?

Strictly decoration, chief.

Somebody called his wife's
phone from the motel room.

Flynn and Gabriel picked up Mrs.
Wycoff and her family at their church...

Chief Johnson.

They're on their way back
here, but there's a bit of an issue.

Okay. Excuse me, gentlemen.

I wanna know the moment that the
rest of the Wycoff family arrives, please.

Thank you.

So why were you talking to
Peter Goldman this morning?

Goldman pretended
to be a process server...

and he threw subpoenas all around
the Murder Room, and I ordered him out.

- He was trying to offer you a deal.
- How do you know that?

Oh, Commander Taylor.

When, when, when are you going
to get him out of my Murder Room?

I can't bear it.

Will, I don't even remember
what Goldman was talking about.

Well, allow me to
refresh your memory.

He was asking who was with you
when you dropped off Turell Baylor.

Now, why would
he be asking that?

Was something said in that
car that could get us in trouble?

No. Goldman served everyone
a subpoena except for Gabriel...

to turn us against each
other, make us paranoid.

Gabriel didn't get served? You
think he's already talked to Goldman?

The paranoia part seems to be
working. Look, Will, this is all about me.

Not all about you.

I got subpoenaed too, and
I'm in this now up to my neck.

As is the city, the
department, your entire division.

The next time Goldman
comes into your Murder Room...

will you go into your
office and lock the door?

And call the city attorney,
which is what you should've done.

Or better yet, find yourself
a personal attorney.

Maybe he can make you
understand how serious this is.

Because nobody else is
getting through to you. Come in.

- David Gabriel.
- Chief.

Uh, I have the rest of the
Wycoff family waiting for you.

Thank you, David.

Everyone thinks it's weird
that I didn't get served.

David, stop worrying about gossip
and start concentrating on this case.

What were the Wycoffs
doing when you found them?

When we finally caught
up with them at the church...

they were driving their minivan around
the parking lot, running over computers.

So this is what's left of the
church's entire IT Division.

This is what's left of my desk.

There's probably a record in
there of our victim's love connection.

Looks like an organized
hit. Who did the organizing?

- I'm ready to throw them all in jail.
GOLDMAN: I wish it were that easy.

- How did you get back in this building?
- Oh, I never left.

And I'm sorry to disturb
your investigation here.

Just wanted to drop by, see if you'd
had a chance to think over my proposal.

I have. I propose you stand still,
let Lieutenant Tao take your picture...

and tell Security to arrest
you if you come back again.

- Okay, I'm going, I'm going.
- Get.

All right, okay.

Just call me if you change
your mind on the deal.

Detective Gabriel,
looking sharp.

Look, I have never, ever met
that man in my life before today.

- Well, he sure as hell knows you.
- Hey, that's enough.

We know David. We've
worked with him for years.

He's a good guy, he's a great
cop, and he's as loyal as they come.

- Thanks.
- Or else he's a snitch.

At any rate, he's the only one of
us who hasn't been subpoenaed...

so he must have
done something right.

Thank you, Lieutenant
Provenza, for that morale booster.

Meanwhile, I'd like
to talk to Mrs. Wycoff.

Detective Gabriel?

Let's start with how you knew
where to find your husband's body.

He, um...

He called me from that
horrible motel to say goodbye.

The number showed up on my cell
phone as the Starlight Motor Lodge.

He told you he was
going to kill himself?

I begged him not to, but
he wouldn't listen to me.

After he hung up the phone,
I rushed over to find him...

but it was too late.

He was hanging by his
belt from the sprinkler pipe.

He felt he'd let me
down, his church down.

He let God down.

Well, you certainly let
me down, Mrs. Wycoff.

I allowed you to spend
some time with your family...

and you used that time to destroy
all your husband's computers.

I did that, yes. It was only to protect
the members of our congregation.

Protect them from what?

Our members trusted my
husband with their secrets.

The law doesn't recognize the
confidentiality of Protestant ministers.

God does. We may not have legal
rights, but we have spiritual ones.

Those rights do not include having
your parents sterilize the room...

where your husband died.

Here are a few things that they
couldn't sweep under the rug.

Any idea how these
came to be there?

- I assume he was with another woman.
- Someone he knew or a prostitute?

Please, I'm begging you...

do not sensationalize
my husband's suicide.

I'm not sensationalizing
anything, Mrs. Wycoff.

But I absolutely need
to find this woman...

who was with your
husband at that motel.

She ran away without her
shoes and her underwear.

That worries me. I don't
even know if she's still alive.

Or should I be checking with
another funeral home somewhere?

I wouldn't know.

It's in God's hands, not mine.

Boy, oh, boy. They're all
singing from the same hymnal.

Anybody say anything
about the girlfriend?

PROVENZA: Nobody knows
nothing about nothing but suicide.

Mrs. Wycoff's orchestrated this.
She's practically daring me to arrest her.

You know what? I say let her go.

- So she can destroy more evidence?
- She doesn't think we're questioning her.

She thinks we're questioning her
faith. That's gonna make her stonewall.

If we back off, who knows?

Maybe she'll try to contact the
other woman or lead us to her body.

It's either that or we try those red
shoes on all the fair ladies in the land.

Excuse me, chief.
Dr. Morales is ready for you.

Okay. Thank you.

I want 24-hour surveillance
on every member of that family.

- Can you arrange it, please?
- Oh, love to.

Thank you. Oh, and, Detective
Gabriel, I need you with me, please.

So, sir, did she say anything to you
about what Goldman's proposal was?

No, but whatever that
asshole suggested...

she's not letting
Gabriel out of her sight.

The ligature wounds are consistent
with the belt found at the scene.

So he did hang himself?

Only if he was somehow able to desperately
scratch at his throat for air...

severely bruise his knee, and
finally, sprain his ankle in the process.

That swelling had to
happen before the guy died.

So there was a struggle?

At some point, the victim
found himself flailing on the floor.

So, what, the belt was
being pulled one way...?

And our victim was trying
to pull it another, yes.

Doctor, what are these?

MORALES: Oh, yes. At first, I thought
those were broken blood vessels...

but when I swabbed them, it
appeared to be some kind of red dye.

Oh, my gosh. Oh, my gosh.

Well, looks like we
found Cinderella.

Yeah, but who turned
him into a pumpkin?

- Are you going to
work? BRENDA: Mm.

That was Detective Gabriel.

He's following the
widow Wycoff to church.

- At 6 a.m.?
- That's where she and her family go.

Home and church.
Church and home.

That woman. She honestly thinks
she's somehow above the law...

that the justice system
doesn't apply to her.

Speaking of which,
did you ever contact...

that attorney Captain
Raydor suggested to you?

No. Kitty. I mean, Joel.
Joel, Joel, Joel, off the table.

- I really think you need an attorney.
- I can't think about that right now.

I need to find someone who was with a
minister who wore women's underwear.

Oh. Victoria isn't the
only one with a secret.

How do you even know this
minister was with anyone?

Someone killed him
in a seedy motel room.

His wife knows exactly who he
was with, and she won't tell me.

She's more worried we'll find out
her husband was a transvestite...

- than she is about finding his killer.
- People are weird.

She had her parents scrub
down the crime scene with bleach.

I mean, who does that?

Oh, my gosh.

They weren't just trying
to wipe away prints.

They were trying to wash
away the sin. That's it, isn't it?

They were ashamed. Just
wait till I ask the widow Wycoff...

to help me find the person
who was wearing that shoe.

- I thought you knew it was the pastor.
- Yeah, but she doesn't know I know that.

Watching me hunt for whose
foot fits the ruby-red slipper...

might just make her realize
she's not in Kansas anymore.

- I love these heart-to-hearts we have.
- Me too, honey. Me too.

GEORGE: When I stepped down
from the pulpit of this church...

and passed it on
to my son-in-law...

I never imagined the
pain of a day like today.

God uses suffering to test us.

Even in a death from despair,
God offers us choices...

asking if our faith is
stronger than one leader...

questioning whether this church
is about one man or one God.

So when you all are reaching
out to our congregation...

resist the temptation
to sow gossip.

You have no right interrupting a
meeting of our stewardship committee.

I've thought of a way to find out who
was with your husband when he died.

- Does this look familiar?
- Put that away.

This belongs to the woman
with whom he was sleeping.

Chances are, she witnessed
or caused his death.

- My husband committed suicide.
- Pastor Wycoff's death is undetermined.

While it remains that way, I intend
to try this shoe on every female...

in your congregation ages 18 to
65, starting with your committee.

You wouldn't dare.

- No, please, please.
- Mom, what's she saying?

Please, do not go into this
church terrorizing everybody.

What makes you think I could
know who this woman was?

You destroyed the computers
your husband used...

which gives us the idea he
either met a woman online...

or was maintaining some sort of
relationship with a woman online.

All right. Please put that away.

Yes.

My husband went on the Internet.

He went on a site where he found
some woman named Sindy Showers.

Spelled S-I-N-D-Y.

Thank you. I'll check that
out and get back to you.

Oh, I'm sure you will.

Chief Johnson.

Do you even believe in God?

I'll tell you what I do
believe, Mrs. Wycoff.

Thou shalt not kill.

Ma'am, that shoe won't
fit anybody at this church.

How do you know that?

When my mom found
my dad, she called me...

and when I got to the
motel, he was wearing that.

And he was dressed in
women's underwear and a bra.

And I helped her
change him into his suit.

How do you explain the
ligature marks on his neck?

Come on, Chris. We're only
trying to do right by your dad.

You've heard of the
autoerotic thing people do?

- Yeah. Choking yourself while you're...
- Yeah.

Your father did that?

My dad was on the floor
with his belt around his throat.

And my mom rolled him
over, and his hand was, uh...

It was, uh...

[SIGHS]

Can you really blame her
for not wanting to talk about it?

I just got off the
phone with Dr. Morales.

He says the autoerotic-asphyxiation
thing is possible...

but he wanted to know if we found
a release mechanism at the motel.

- I'm not sure exactly what that is.
- We didn't find one.

Wait, what didn't we find?

Typically, chief, the autoerotic
guy rigs up the choking device...

with a quick release to
prevent accidental hanging.

But Wycoff only had his belt.

Not sure how that
explains his sprained ankle.

Well, it's an awful lot
to be doing in heels.

Sindy Showers is in
Interview Room Number 1.

Vice tracked her down to a
site called Who's Your Mommy?

She doesn't want a lawyer if
we promise not to arrest her...

for solicitation
and lewd conduct.

Thank you, commander.

[COMPUTER KEYS CLACKING]

David, here's how to end this
whole subpoena nightmare.

Just call Goldman and
tell him you wanna talk.

- Wouldn't that make me look bad?
- How could you look any worse?

BRENDA: Miss Showers, I'm
Deputy Chief Brenda Leigh Johnson.

I've got a few questions
regarding your safety.

- My safety?
- Yes.

We're trying to find someone who might
be targeting, uh, workers like yourself.

- Oh, then okay, I guess.
- Do you recognize this man?

[PROVENZA CLEARS THROAT]

You're not serious.

If you're worried about my
safety, you've got the wrong guy.

I've known him for years. See
him once every month or so.

Yesterday, as a matter of fact.

- You know he's a member of the clergy?
- No, but that explains a few things.

- Like?
- Like every time we finish...

he tries to talk me out of
ever meeting him again...

and he always wants
us to pray for forgiveness.

I'm used to getting on
my knees, but not for that.

[SINDY CHUCKLES]

Any other unusual requests?

SINDY: You mean the lingerie?

Not that unusual. I mean, you wouldn't
believe what some men try to pull.

This one guy, he takes
about 30 toasted almonds...

and lines them up...

Off topic. Off topic.

Okay. Look, Cliffy pays
me $300 for the hour...

another hundred for the underwear,
another hundred for the shoes.

So Cliffy likes to wear women's
clothes. You know what? So do I. Big deal.

He's not dangerous. I've
always felt safe with him.

Even when he asks you
to cut off his air supply?

- When he what?
- Ahem. Have you ever heard of autoerotic...?

The choking thing? Good
God, no. Not on my menu.

No blood, no
bruises, no bondage.

I'm telling you, whatever
this is, you got the wrong guy.

He likes to play dress-up.
It makes him happy.

Was he happy when
you left him yesterday?

Why wouldn't he be?

Because, Sindy, we found
Cliff in that motel room...

not long after you
left, and he was dead.

What? No.

Are you serious?

Now you're scaring
me. That's awful.

- Dead how?
- We're not sure exactly.

He may have committed suicide.

He didn't kill himself, I
can promise you that.

Cliff loved his family way too
much to leave them behind.

- You knew he was married?
- Well, yeah.

Cliff told me that his wife wasn't
into his whole dress-up thing at all...

so she let him
handle it by hiring me.

- So she knew all along?
- Yeah.

Cliff said... I think
her name is Kate.

That Kate thought it
was a little twisted...

but as long as he didn't bring his
bras and panties into the house...

she could ignore it.

He might have been a little
different from my usual dates...

but he didn't deserve
to die in that motel room.

His wife hired a prostitute for
her cross-dressing husband.

- And not just once or twice.
- Which means she also probably knew...

When it was his time
of the month? Ahem.

Uh, look, chief, if she was aware
of what was going on for a while...

then why was yesterday
the breaking point?

- And why would he call her in despair?
- Good question.

It shows up on the motel phone
records. Pastor Wycoff called his wife.

Or did he?

- Chief?
- Yes?

Ahem. Chief, what are we
gonna say in those depositions?

- Just the truth, I guess.
- The truth, yeah.

But first, shouldn't we all
agree as to what that is?

I do phone trees all the time...

but very seldom do we get to
put together an all-out matrix.

And this is every phone call
between every family member?

Landlines and cells.

FLYNN: Almost everybody's
calling everybody.

Isn't it funny how in every family,
there's always an odd man out?

What is that supposed to mean?

It means everybody knows that you've
already said your piece to Goldman.

Who's everybody? Provenza,
Tao and Buzz, or just you?

- Oh, yeah, just me. I'm the only one...
- Gentlemen, stop this bickering.

This ridiculous lawsuit has nothing
to do with you. It's all about me.

Sanchez, Gabriel,
Lieutenant Flynn...

I want handcuffs
slapped on Mrs. Wycoff.

Make sure her family knows so
that they'll follow her down here.

Provenza, Tao, let's get
this murder board out of here.

- Where to, chief?
BRENDA: Interview Room 2.

I don't want the Wycoffs
seeing it before we're ready.

BRENDA [OVER MONITOR]:
How long have you known...

your husband was
a cross-dresser?

Just a few weeks.

Really? Because
Sindy, with an S...

told us that he dressed up for her
once a month, and it was all your idea.

I won't stand for this. This is
an attempt to destroy my church.

Have a seat, sir.

KATE: You presume because
I'm a Christian, I claim to be perfect.

BRENDA: No, I presume
that you're not proud...

of helping your
husband commit adultery.

Judge not lest ye be judged.

I won't be the one doing
the judging, Mrs. Wycoff.

There is more to
marriage than fidelity.

It's about raising
children. It's about...

Oh, about...

I did my best. I did my
best. I really did my best.

BRENDA: I'm sure you did,
but we need to talk about Sindy.

She said your husband was happy
when she left the motel room at 10:55...

so why did he
wanna die at 11:02?

Cliff was disgusted
with himself.

He would come home from these
terrible sessions and cry for forgiveness.

He hung himself. Why is that
so hard for you to understand?

Because if he was so ashamed, why
did he kill himself dressed like that...

for all the world to see?

Mrs. Wycoff, the coroner says your
husband's wounds are consistent...

with murder by strangulation.
We know Sindy...

- He called me from the
motel. BRENDA: But he didn't.

You keep lying, I'm
going to tell the media...

that your husband died wearing
pink panties, a bra and a pair of pumps.

So who called
you from the motel?

If I tell you what happened...

can you keep the prostitution
and cross-dressing to yourselves?

We can try.

And will you leave
my family out of it?

Because honestly,
this is all about me.

All about you?

I called my own phone
to establish an alibi.

I killed him.

I snapped. God forgive me.

I killed him.

What are you
doing? What is this?

- Your daughter just confessed.
- You don't believe her.

- I certainly do.
DIANA: It's impossible.

Kate didn't kill him.
Let me tell you what...

- Quiet.
- You can't arrest her.

I intend to arrest your entire
family, the lying lot of you...

as accessories to
murder after the fact.

So stop covering
up for each other.

Read them their rights, please,
starting with George here.

- This is crazy.
- You have the right to remain silent.

What did we do?

Besides obstruct justice
and destroy evidence?

Let me show you.

SANCHEZ: Have you heard and understood
these rights as they have been read to you?

This is a matrix, or
a map, if you will...

of all the phone calls made around
the time of your father's death.

Here is your mother calling from
the motel to her own cell phone...

to make it look like she
wasn't there. Very clever.

About 45 minutes later, she
called your grandparents...

who in turn called your
little sister and brother...

to pick up your father's
clothes from home, I assume.

And here's the call informing
you that your father had...

Wait a minute.

Lieutenant Tao, this is
Chris Wycoff over here...

and yet it looks like
no one called him.

- Could that be right?
- Yes, chief.

And yet you were at the motel.

How'd you even know
your father was dead?

- Skywriting?
- I was on base when I got the call.

No. We checked
with your commander.

You asked for yesterday
off two weeks ago.

Makes this look
like premeditation.

Wait. I'll tell you why
I didn't get the call.

Ma'am, can we talk privately?

Lieutenant?

A couple weeks ago, my dad
asked me to look at his computer.

He was having
trouble with the Wi-Fi.

And I found a hidden e-mail
account where this woman...

this prostitute, was writing to
him about their next meeting.

I had trouble believing
it, so I followed him.

I wanted to confront him.

You watched him check into the motel?
You saw the prostitute come and go?

And after she left,
I opened the door...

and my dad was dead on
the floor from autoerotic...

No, no, no. There was
no autoerotic anything.

Well, it sure as
heck looked like it.

I don't know. Maybe
the prostitute killed him.

He was paying her $500 an
hour. Why would she kill him?

Your mother confessed to this
murder. I could take her word for it.

Is that what you want?

Let your brother and sister
grow up without both parents?

Maybe they'd be better off.

Your father led a double life, but your
mom's the one who made it possible.

Lying, covering up for him.

Maybe she deserves
to go to prison. Hmm?

Is that what you're thinking?

In our house, we were taught
"honor thy father and thy mother."

- If you breathed wrong, you got the belt.
- Did you ever breathe wrong?

When I was 15, my dad...

the man who taught
me right from wrong...

the guy who liked to
wear women's lingerie...

he found a note from this
boy that I knew in choir, Jeff.

The two of us were,
uh... Jeff and I were close.

We were close.

And I saved that note in my room,
at the very back of my desk drawer.

And it was none of
my dad's business...

that note.

But he found it.

- And he went crazy.
- Went crazy how?

First he beat me.

Then he shipped me
off to military school.

When I came home
for Christmas...

I found out Dad had brought
that note to Jeff's house...

and showed it to his parents...

and that my friend...

he'd killed himself.

Oh, and guess who
preached at Jeff's funeral.

So when my dad opened
that door yesterday...

looking like some
kind of freak...

and he started saying
it was only this once...

and we should just pray about
it and at least he wasn't gay...

You saw his belt?

Is that it? You
grabbed his belt?

- Yeah, I grabbed his belt.
- And what did you do?

It's time to do the
honorable thing, corporal.

I put it around his neck and
yanked him all over the room.

And then?

Ma'am, I spent five years in
Afghanistan. I know when someone's dead.

[SNIFFS]

I killed him.

And then I called my mother,
and I left him in his little outfit...

thinking, "Well, now
she'll finally see the truth."

But she already knew.

And I realized while she
was fussing with him...

you know, taking off his bra,
asking me to help knot his tie...

that she had never once in all of
my life stood up for anyone but him.

And for a moment there,
for a really bad moment...

I thought about killing her too.

[SIGHS]

[SNIFFS]

Ma'am, I'm sorry to have lied to you.
It was not the honorable thing to do.

I wish to apologize for having
caused everyone so much trouble.

Well, I don't deal much
in forgiveness, corporal...

but I sure am sorry to have to arrest
you for murder in the first degree.

Hey, everyone, good
to see you again.

I have to congratulate you guys
on being a pretty tight little unit.

Detective David Gabriel...

you have been served.

- Happy now? It's what you asked for.
- Ecstatic. Thank you.

Now you know what it's like to
be singled out by your own gang.

But seriously, don't thank me.

Thank Chief Johnson.

She's the one who put
you all in the spotlight.

You asked to be subpoenaed?

It's only fair, right?
So come on, give it up.

Show me some love.
I'm subpoenaed too.

- Welcome to the club.
PROVENZA: No rats. No rats here.

GABRIEL: Oh, thank you, lieutenant.
I could've told you that, though.

[MEN CHATTERING]

[LAUGHING]

PROVENZA: Here we
go. Here we go. All right.

[DOOR OPENS]

- Hey.
- Hey.

You're home early.

Rough day?

Sort of.

The Baylors' attorney came
back and subpoenaed Gabriel...

so that officially puts my
entire division in hot water.

Over a decision made
by me and me alone.

What I'm wondering about...

now is, how much worse
are things gonna get?

I mean, really. How much worse?

A little worse, maybe.

What?

You too? Why?

Remember when Turell
first presented himself...

I volunteered to provide protective
custody for his mom and sister?

Honey, I'm sorry. I'm...

- I'm so sorry.
- Why?

Look, what did you do,
really, except your job?

I drove Turell home
and I dropped him off.

And that's it.

That's it. That's all.

I mean, there was no
decision at all, really.

I don't know why we're
being treated like this.

[BRENDA GASPS]

- Oh, shoot, now look what I've done.
- It's okay, I got it. It's just a spill, hon.

- What have I done?
- It's okay, no permanent damage.

I'll wipe it up. It's
okay. It's okay.

- What have I done?
- Hey, hey, hey. Shh.

Hey, hey, hey.

- What have I done?
- Shh.

What have I done?

[SOBBING]

What have I done?
What have I done?

- It's okay.
- What have I done? What have I done?

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