The Closer (2005–2012): Season 7, Episode 8 - Death Warrant - full transcript

That's it.

[BRENDA GRUNTS]

Thank you.

Gave us a visitor's pass.

[DOOR BUZZES]

[INMATES CHATTERING]

[INMATES CHEERING AND WHOOPING]

DEPUTY: Stop! Eyes left!

- Man, I hate being in here.
- And without a gun too.

Ray Diamond?

I'm Deputy Chief Johnson.
This is Detective Gabriel.



- About time you showed
up. BRENDA: Why?

Did you have other
plans for the evening?

Where's your
attorney, Mr. Diamond?

Yeah, I'm pro per.

- Representing yourself?
- I can spend all day in a law library...

if I want, which is where
everyone thinks I am right now.

Come on, let's get
this thing started.

That's an excellent idea.
What do you have to tell us?

Okay, I got some information
on a murder-for-hire...

which I'm willing to
give up in exchange...

for the DA dropping his third strike
against me. So go, come on back...

- tell you everything.
- You crazy?

- We just got here.
- Did you hear the clanging on the pipes?

Bing, bang, bingity bang. Whole
joint knows you're in the house.



What's gonna happen when they find
out that I'm the person talking to you?

Have you already been attacked?
Your face looks like a mess.

I got that when y'all arrested
me. The toughest bust I ever took.

That was a stupid car chase.

No, I'm safe for now.
You all better hurry.

Get the DA back with a
deal because it's worth it.

Mr. Diamond, this evening already
ranks as one of the low points of my life.

I'm not coming back.

If you've got something to
tell me and you want my help...

go ahead, fascinate me.

Maybe you can start with the
victim in this murder-for-hire.

- Who was it?
- Not "Who was the victim?" "Who is?"

I'm talking about stopping
a murder from happening.

We're listening.

See, whenever I
come back here...

I'm a trustee, which means
I get to move around a lot.

One day, I'm spooning
chili in the mess hall.

Next, I'm mopping in high-power.

See, everybody knows
me or knows of me.

I can get visitors, which
means if you need...

to get word out to the street
to someone, I'm the go-to guy.

So last night, I get
a kite to pass on.

And because it's from this
powerful cat, I take a look...

and I read the message...

ordering a hit on the outside.

And it all goes down tomorrow.

- Tomorrow.
- Okay, let me see this kite.

I had to let it fly.

You passed on
orders for a murder?

If I hadn't, I'd be
dead myself already.

Okay, all right,
who's the target?

A DA and a deal.
That's what I want.

On paper, legitimate.

Mr. Diamond, it's interesting
you use the word "legitimate."

I've been studying
your jacket...

and you have been
convicted of perjury twice...

the last time for providing false
information about a homicide.

Here you are now, having violated
your parole and facing a third strike...

and you've got a story
about another murder?

DAIMOND: I know. You want
a show of good faith, right?

I'm gonna give you something,
but y'all better hurry...

because you only
got till tomorrow.

The murder has
something to do with...

case number BA-120368.

Look it up.

DIAMOND [OVER
RECORDING]: BA-120368.

BA-120368.

It's a case before the Superior
Court California v. a Robert Curtis.

Alleged banker for the Garcia
Drug Cartel's American operations.

Curtis is facing so many
counts of money laundering...

he could go to jail for the rest of
his life or be cooperating with the DA.

Which would explain why the
cartel would want him dead, but this...

This Diamond guy, who, by all
accounts, is a pathological liar...

is in jail, where this might
all be common knowledge.

What makes you think he's not looking
for a target, trying to game the system?

Diamond gave his case
number from memory.

Doesn't that warrant a follow-up?
We've been trying to prevent a murder...

All right, who's prosecuting
this banker guy, Mr. Curtis?

DDA Hobbs.

Great. You know Hobbs.
Give her the information.

The DA's office and the sheriff's
department have plenty of resources...

- to take over this investigation.
- Why would they take over?

What happens in jail is the
sheriff's problem, not ours.

But this case was brought
directly to the L.A.P.D.

Yeah, by a snitch in the county jail,
with information about a county case...

looking to make a deal with the county
prosecutor. County, county, county.

Chief, sir, with
all due respect...

Ray Diamond took a huge
risk reaching out to us last night.

We promised him
that we would follow up.

Which you will do by telling
DDA Hobbs all about it.

I'll share a secret with you.

The city and the L.A.P.D.
are broke, out of money.

If this snitch had come
to you in our jurisdiction...

it would be different,
but he didn't, so it's not.

He is physically and financially
the problem of the district attorney...

of the county of Los Angeles...

to whom Major Crimes
will immediately...

hand off this investigation.

TAO: Chief, we have updates
on the Ray Diamond case.

As a trustee, Diamond has access
to all parts of the jail, including high...

Including high-power,
where six known associates...

of the Garcia cartel are housed.

High-power detainees don't get calls
and they don't get out-of-cell time...

so they'd use a guy like
Diamond to get their messages out.

Captain, Ray Diamond is a
prisoner that we're holding in county.

- Here's his jacket.
- Good.

The L.A.P.D. and the FBI have been
investigating the Garcias for years.

They're like Dirtbag,
Inc. It's not just drugs.

They traffic in people and
guns, and they're really rich.

That's where the banker,
Robert Curtis, comes into play.

According to this indictment, it was
his responsibility to manage the money.

Yeah, he probably set
himself up a great pension plan.

You're not too far off.

The Garcias do run the
cartel like a major corporation.

They have themselves subpoenaed from all
over the prison system to county jail...

where they have these
board-of-directors meetings.

And it looks to us like
your banker, Robert Curtis...

had sole control over
their American finances.

If he's looking to make a deal,
we could use his testimony...

to help track and confiscate
the cartel's money worldwide.

Okay, so we have a Garcia
cartel board-of-directors meeting...

going on now in L.A.
county jail's high-power.

They heard that the
banker's turning against them.

So they send out the order to kill him
with a kite they pass through Diamond.

Where's Mr. Curtis right now?

In an undisclosed location
and his hearing isn't listed.

It's sequestered for
his own protection.

So he is making a deal.

Chief, your snitch is starting
to look a little more credible.

[SCOFFS]

What? What's the matter?

Well, according to Chief
Pope, this is the county's case.

He wants us to hand
over our information...

- to DDA Hobbs. Let her run the show.
- Captain Raydor?

- Chief Johnson.
- I have a complaint.

- When have you not?
- In our interview with Mr. Diamond...

he said after leading the police
on a car chase, he was beaten.

FLYNN: Come on, chief...

Diamond probably dumped
the car and tried to run away.

- When you tackle a suspect
like that... RAYDOR: Lieutenant...

this bruise under his eye and
the cut on his forehead indicate...

a possible categorical
use of force by the L.A.P.D.

And, you know, Ray did say that
this was his toughest bust ever.

I think that I should go to county jail
and interview Mr. Diamond immediately.

While you're taking his
complaint, would you let him know...

that I am in communication
with DDA Hobbs?

Great.

BRENDA: See if you can get
him to confirm that Robert Curtis...

really is the intended target.

Also, if, while you're conducting
your FID investigation...

Diamond has anything more to
say about this kite, I'd love to hear it.

Chief? Looks like Ray Diamond
won't be filing a complaint after all.

STANTON: We've
secured the scene.

It's all yours. Feel
free to take over.

- Any questions?
DEPUTY 2: No, we're good.

Sergeant.

Stanton. Sergeant Stanton,
do you have any idea...

- who murdered Ray Diamond?
- This is high-power, ma'am.

A dozen guys to choose from
and all of them love killing people.

RAYDOR: Such a secure wing.

How did they manage to stab him
to death without a guard noticing?

All due respect, ma'am, the
county owns this investigation.

We don't answer to you.

In fact, we have
our own questions.

Why all this interest
in Ray to begin with?

Ray made allegations of
police brutality during his arrest.

I can help you out with that.

Before he died, Ray
said the cops didn't do it.

- Really? What good luck.
KENDALL: Especially considering...

the guy was
stabbed in the throat.

Yeah, he had to
repeat it, twice.

Look, first you guys send
down a deputy chief...

then you follow
up with a captain?

This isn't about
some brutality beef.

- If there's something we need to know...
- Tell me...

other than the L.A.P.D...

did Ray Diamond have any
visitors in the past 48 hours?

DIAMOND: Hey.
- Hey, yourself.

I came by this morning.
Where were you?

DIAMOND: I'm a busy
man. What can I say?

- What happened to your face?
- This?

High-speed chases
never end good, you know?

I've never been in one.

What are you looking at?

Nothing. You're pretty.

- Well, it was good to see you.
- Oh, so that's it?

- Just do it?
- Don't say nothing.

Right on.

RAYDOR: Stop right there.

Buzz, please play it back again
slowly and blow it up if you can.

- You really wanna watch it again?
- Bigger and slower.

- There's your kite.
- Ew.

Ray Diamond passed
it through a kiss.

- Who is that woman?
- Her name is Maria Flores.

And under "relation,"
she put down "girlfriend."

Girlfriend? She's,
like, half his age.

Hey, the heart wants
what the heart wants.

Apparently, Miss Flores
visits a variety of prisoners...

at the county jail and each time
she lists herself as "girlfriend."

If Diamond was
telling the truth...

that kiss contained the
orders to murder the banker.

Which means the killer or
killers may be on the move.

- The hit's supposed to happen today.
- I sent two sergeants to Flores' home...

but she hasn't been
seen since last night.

Excuse me, chief. DDA
Hobbs is in Pope's office.

They asked for you.

Pope's still trying to
hand this over to county.

But on the tape, chief, Ray
Diamond told Maria Flores...

that he was injured after a
high-speed chase with the police.

So you still have an open
use-of-force complaint?

And Chief Pope
cannot shut me down.

Then Maria Flores may be
an excellent witness for you.

If I can find her.

GAVIN: Hello, everyone.

FLYNN: Hey, Gavin.
BRENDA: Oh, Gavin. Um...

I'm so sorry. I forgot
you were coming.

We've just been hit with a
possible murder-for-hire case.

We're going to
have to reschedule.

What's the point in
confirming appointments...

- if you're not gonna keep them?
- I have no control over...

when people are killed. This
case has a ticking clock on it.

You wanna see a ticking clock?

This is my schedule today...

and these are the hours
for which you will be billed.

- Someone's life is in the balance.
- Well, I'm not paid to care about that.

I am paid to care
about you by the hour.

Hey, Gavin. Chief, come on.

We know information is being
leaked to the Baylor family's attorney...

by somebody in your division. Gavin
needs to interview everyone here.

But I haven't prepared
everybody for this.

- You haven't told your detectives?
- No.

Well, now may be a
very good time to do it.

All right, everyone, may I have your
attention just for a moment, please.

I know that everyone's been through the
wringer on this Shooting Newton case...

and all of you saw my attorney,
Gavin, at your depositions.

Some of you may know him
from his days as a city attorney.

FLYNN: Of course,
I do. Heh, heh.

Gavin defended me in
my favorite case ever.

I was driving my car...

and I ran over some dirtbag
who was shooting at me, okay?

So his parents sued me.

Now, at the end of the trial, Gavin
turns to the jury, and he says...

Turned to the jury and he said,
"The lieutenant was being shot at...

through his windshield.
What'd you want him to do?

Honk if he loved Jesus?"

[PROVENZA CHUCKLING]

Yeah. "Honk if you love
Jesus." I was just gonna say that.

Yes, yes. Good times, indeed.

- I take it Gavin wants to talk to us.
- To make a long story short, yes.

Has this been cleared
with our union reps?

Well, I'm not swearing anyone
and it's completely confidential.

And I just have a short
list here of five questions.

See? One page.

Gabriel, this won't take
long. I'll even go first.

Mind if we use your
conference room?

- No, no, not at all.
TAYLOR: Thank you.

HOBBS: I can't wait any longer.

Robert Curtis' attorney has been
slow-walking us for three years.

It's already cost the
taxpayers millions.

The preliminary hearing is set for today,
after the judge's regular court hours.

Curtis will be there.

The murder is supposed
to happen today.

According to a jailhouse
snitch and convicted perjurer.

- Who was killed.
- People get knocked off...

for all kinds of
reasons in county jail.

This threat can't have
anything to do with Curtis.

His hearing is being
held in a secret location.

Where?

In a police substation
off Olvera Street...

which absolutely nobody
knows about, not even the judge.

Maybe the cartel has
sources the judge doesn't.

The death of a potential informant
would suggest a delay might be prudent.

No, no, no. The
testimony of Robert Curtis...

will help defund a
narco-terror organization...

that's been operating with
impunity across our border.

I won't risk getting him
scared into backing off.

What if Curtis gets
assassinated on his way?

We have an enormous
security team around him.

- Want me to make it bigger?
- By at least one.

- I wanna join the security detail.
- I don't want you involved.

The last time I failed to
prevent a murder, we got sued.

All of us. You really wanna
go through that again?

Fine. You can speak
with Robert Curtis...

but you will not mention
a specific threat to him.

He goes to court today.

And I'll send your boss the
bill for Chief Johnson's services.

- I'm coming too.
- Fritzy, I don't think that's a good idea.

You can't just invite
yourselves into my case.

The FBI's been working
this investigation too, Hobbs.

If the cartel wants Curtis, his security
detail is the perfect place to start.

And you are not going
anywhere without me.

Oh, God. Both of you, really?

We'll blend in perfectly.

Regarding Turell Baylor...

a few hours before
he was killed...

Mr. Baylor confessed to the
Shooting Newton murders.

But he had an immunity deal,
so we had to cut him loose.

It's all in the deposition.

And you have
nothing to add to that?

Good. We're already
20 percent done.

So when Chief Johnson and
Detectives Gabriel and Sanchez...

returned from dropping
Mr. Baylor off at his house...

what did they say?

I don't know. Nothing, really.

You know, I guess
Detective Gabriel...

may have said something
about it being a lousy day.

And can you elaborate on what
was meant by "a lousy day"?

"Lousy" as in "not good"...

"day" as in it started off
investigating a triple homicide...

of U.S. servicemen
at 1:30 a.m...

and ended with letting off a
double murderer 18 hours later.

So, yes, it was a long, exhausting,
crappy, lousy as in "not good" day.

Next question.

CURTIS: Who are you?

- Part of my security detail?
- Yes, we are, sir.

I can't believe we never
met before. Must be new.

Rob.

I'm Brenda Leigh
Johnson and this is Fritz.

Really, really nice to meet you.

You too, you too.

I'm gonna go check the street.

Andrea, who is that
guy? I don't like him.

We'll keep him away.

Yeah, but you, stay close.

Oh, don't go too
close to the door.

CURTIS: You've got pretty
good eyes as well as a firm grip.

So, tell me, Brenda Leigh
Johnson, do I look crooked to you?

- Sir?
- My tie, does it look crooked?

Don't wanna give the wrong
impression on my day in court.

No, no, no, you look
like a billion bucks.

And from what I understand,
that's chicken feed to the cartel.

The Garcias run a large
business, that's true.

A business? Is
that what you call it?

It's a market-driven response...

that operates on the principle
of supply and demand.

People want drugs.

The cartel distributes them.

So, yes, it's a business.

Except the cartel kills people.

Tell me, how many American
lives have been destroyed...

by Wall Street traders
in the last few years?

How many homes lost,
pensions wiped out?

How many related suicides?

Who gets arrested when
an oil rig blows up in the Gulf?

The only difference between
those guys and the cartel...

is that the Garcias know
their victims by name.

Now you're testifying
against them?

Well, I was caught, wasn't I?

But you get to walk away.

That's just the way it is, sweetheart.
The banker always walks away.

Mr. Curtis, please gather your
things. Your attorney's arrived...

- and we'll be heading out.
- Gotcha, boss. Tsk.

Just one second. I just...

Oh.

- Thank you.
- Oh, my pleasure.

I was just wondering, in all
your dealings with the cartel...

did you ever come across a
woman named Maria Flores?

Oh, yeah, the kiss of death.

That's a little joke.

Maria, she has an odd habit.
Every time she visits a guy in jail...

the next day, somebody
on the outside turns up dead.

She's on the Garcias'
payroll. Low-level.

NICK: Whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Who are you? Who is she?
- Nick, it's all right. This is Brenda.

- One of the good guys.
- That's not for you to decide.

- I didn't say a thing.
- What's wrong?

My client cannot be
questioned without me.

- What game are you playing, Andrea?
- No game.

I was a deputy DA for 15
years. I know all your tricks.

- Who do you work for?
- I work for the L.A.P.D.

- I'm just here to protect your client.
- Hmm.

Nobody's going around your back.
Don't use this as another excuse to delay.

[CELL PHONE RINGS]

Pardon me, gentlemen.

- Nick, hey, are you listening to me?
- What?

I want you to shut up.
Do you understand?

You're making me nervous.
And I'm getting tired...

- of your mouth.
- All right.

- Hello?
- I've found Maria Flores.

Oh, thank goodness. Where?

Is there any reason
she'd be on Olvera Street?

BRENDA: Did you say Olvera
Street? RAYDOR: Correct.

I caught up with her and
I've been following her...

around the plaza here for the last 20
minutes in some kind of holding pattern.

I think Maria knows the
location of the secret court.

- Is she alone?
- Yeah.

Although she could be circling
in order to pick someone up.

We need to find where Maria leads
you. I'm gonna send my detectives to help.

Don't pick her up unless you
absolutely have to and do not lose her.

Why would I lose her?

Mr. Curtis cannot go to
court today. It's not safe.

- The location has been compromised.
- How do you know that?

Flores is driving around looking
like she's waiting to pick someone up.

- Damn it.
- What's going on?

A change of plans. Curtis
isn't going to testify today.

- I'll ask for a continuance.
- No. You'll represent him at the hearing.

The judge just needs to know Curtis
has agreed to a deal with the DA.

You don't think His Honor will
wanna hear from my client himself?

You can give the
judge the broad strokes.

We'll see.

You better know what
you're talking about.

FRITZ: No, no,
no. You stay here.

I like the thought of you being
surrounded by a protection detail.

Besides, Curtis would miss you.

Oh...

TAO: There's
nothing to say, really.

I have not discussed the case
with anyone outside Major Crimes.

That's the answer
to number three.

Number four...

yes, I was aware that Turell's
family was under FBI protection.

And number five...

no, I am not on the team
investigating Turell's murder.

I hear they don't even
have a suspect yet.

Good. And you're sure that no
one who was in the car with Turell...

at the time he was dropped off
at his house ever spoke to you?

The only thing I can tell you is
what I told the Baylor's lawyer...

which is the same thing
I told the city attorney.

And that is?

My name is Detective Julio Sanchez,
Major Crimes, badge number 58323.

Is this how you intend to
answer all of my questions?

I have some questions of my own.

Okay. What would
you like to know?

FLYNN: How about this one?

Say a cop comes across a pile
of cash just lying in the street...

small bills, non-sequential.

Hypothetically speaking,
is he obligated...

to look for the person who
that cash originally belongs to?

Flynn, Raydor found Maria Flores.
Chief wants us to back her up.

- Good talking to you, counselor.
- Always an experience, lieutenant.

Gavin, punch out. Grab a
coffee. We got a problem.

Lord, have mercy.

Well, that was frustrating,
not to mention embarrassing.

I jumped through hoops to get the judge
so Rhodes could get another continuance.

I don't know how much longer
I can keep Curtis on my side.

You're already relocating
him. He's not going to jail.

Realistically, what
more can you give him?

- Money?
- Curtis is the only one who knows...

- where the Garcias put all their cash?
- Exactly.

Which makes it even more
ridiculous to me that they'd kill him.

[CELL PHONE RINGS]

- Hello?
- Flores just picked up a passenger.

- Latino male. We're gonna roll them up.
- Good.

Whatever deal you make, the
FBI will end up with the money.

I don't care who has the cash,
as long as it isn't the cartel.

- Where are you?
- Hang on. She's turning.

HOBBS: Now I have to
set up another hearing.

How do we know they won't
figure out where that is too?

If this was ever an assassination attempt
to begin with, which I doubt very much.

Oh, let me call my
office. What time is it?

[GUNFIRE]

PROVENZA: Stay
on them. Stay on them.

Captain, what
happened? Where's Fritzy?

Everyone all right?

[SIRENS WAILING]

- Okay, paramedics are coming.
- I'm not hit.

- I'm not hit.
- You are. You are.

Oh, my God.

Go left! Left! Left! Left!

[CAR HORNS HONKING]

FLYNN: Right there. There.

- Out of the car now!
- Out of the car!

MARIA: Oh, my God! FLYNN:
Hands where we can see them!

MARIA: Don't shoot!
- Hands where we can see them now!

Toss your weapon now! Do it now!

Toss your weapon out of the car
and get out with your hands in the air!

You, up against the
building right now! Right now!

On the ground!

[SANCHEZ SPEAKS IN SPANISH]

On your knees!

Down on your knees! Stop!

GABRIEL: Stop moving!

Clear out of the way! Move!

GABRIEL: Stop moving, sir!

Clear out of the way!
Get out of the way!

Nobody shoot. I've got him.

What are you gonna
do, lady? Shoot me?

Jesus.

Holy crap. You got him
right between the eyes.

RAYDOR: Lucky shot.

The recoil on these
bean-bag guns is awful.

BRENDA: Oh, Fritzy.
- Hey.

I'm fine. I'm fine.

Good job, everyone.

- Andrea?
- I'm okay. Just a scratch.

Chief, Robert Curtis and his
attorney are in Interview Room 2...

- and they are not happy.
- Join the club.

Flores invoked, but we
took her into federal custody.

TAO: We don't need
her. We found all the info...

on the secret court down
to the room number...

and pictures of DDA
Hobbs in the trunk of her car.

Plus $15,000 in cash...

which I'm guessing was the
down payment on killing you.

Good to know what I'm worth.

- Where's the shooter?
- In the hospital, unconscious.

- He'll live.
- Can't have everything.

We ID'd him as Hector
Medina, Mexican national.

Probably sent over the
border just for this job, chief.

That explains why Maria
was driving him around.

- Didn't know the area.
- Or have a license.

Chief.

Visitors logs from county
going back two weeks.

Oh, wonderful.

- Thank you.
- Mm-hm.

Oh, and if you're interested...

Ray Diamond was not beaten up
by the officers who apprehended him.

I found a witness in jail who
says that Mr. Diamond admitted...

that he ran into a
telephone pole face-first.

You still working Diamond's
use-of-force investigation?

Of course. What'd
you think I was doing?

I'll be back before
Gavin leaves.

Why would the
cartel wanna kill me?

I'm replaceable.

I think you just answered
your own question.

Thank you, gentlemen.

- Brenda, is Andrea okay?
- Yes, yes. She's fine. Thanks for asking.

That could've been me.

Well, remember,
Mr. Curtis. It's just business.

We will not be taking questions
anymore from the L.A.P.D. or DDA Hobbs.

With this brazen
act of violence...

we now feel the state can no longer
protect Mr. Curtis from the cartel.

Is that true, Rob?

Until you guys work this
thing out, yeah. I don't feel safe.

But you weren't the target
of this assassination attempt.

- It was DDA Hobbs.
- Andrea Hobbs? Come on.

- They may be seriously psychotic...
- You're still off the clock. Have a seat.

NICK: Suggesting they'd deliberately
try anything against a DDA...

is completely unbelievable.

They may shoot a cop now and
again, but never a prosecutor or a judge.

You're a little behind, Mr. Rhodes.
We already caught the shooter.

I'm more interested
in Maria Flores.

The woman that your client
here called "kiss of death."

She was driving around
the would-be assassin.

That got me to thinking about something
that you told me earlier today, Rob.

- Something I told you?
- You said she was on the payroll.

And from what I understand,
you handle all the Garcias' money.

You can't think
that I paid Maria...

- to hire a hit man to kill Andrea.
- Shut up.

- Hey, do not tell me to shut up again.
- My client is a government witness.

It's his ass on the line here.

Your attorney is right,
Rob. You are in danger.

Which is why your
trial was secured.

And yet Maria Flores
knew all about it.

I didn't tell her. I didn't
even know myself.

Your attorney here told you.

Oh, wait. Hold on a second. I
never told Curtis the address.

You are a sworn
officer of the court.

Are you telling me that you
did not reveal to your client...

the address of the
secret courthouse?

We never discussed it. I swear.

How did the cartel's leaders, who are all
in county right now, know the address...

and where to wait for DDA Hobbs?

I don't know, but this is just
the kind of lapse in security...

that I've been worried about
since this whole trial began.

Two weeks ago, the
cartel's board of directors...

had a board meeting
in county lock-up.

And according to the visitors
log, Mr. Rhodes, you were there.

And under "relationship
to prisoner"...

you wrote "counsel."

"Counsel"?

- What the hell, Nick?
- Look, no, no, no.

This is what she's trying to
do, make you talk. I'm leaving.

If I were you, I wouldn't agree to
stop talking. Your life depends on it.

Your attorney was sitting with the
board of directors for almost an hour.

Nick, wait. Wait. Wait!

Why were you at the jail, Nick?

Look, the Garcias are
representing themselves in this trial.

As the counsel for a
separated co-defendant...

I'm entitled to ask
about their defense.

And you so happened to tell them
that you could no longer keep Curtis...

- from making a deal with the DA?
- Not true.

The cartel couldn't kill you without
losing access to their money.

- They decided to kill DDA Hobbs instead.
- That is clearly insane.

Your lawyer is trying to put you in jail
where the Garcias can do what they want.

- She's lying.
- I'm not lying.

NICK: She's lying.
- I'm not. I'll prove it.

Nick Rhodes, you have the right
to remain silent. Anything you say...

You're reading me my rights?
Have you lost your mind?

I've done nothing wrong.

So if I check your personal
and business accounts...

I won't find a transaction where
you paid Maria Flores $15,000?

- No.
- Hang on. Wait.

- What?
- Oh, my God. Nick, you had...

He told me to sign off on a
$15,000 cash distribution yesterday.

- Stop talking.
- You're still handling the cartel's money?

He told me to so they wouldn't
know I was flipping on them.

- You're incriminating yourself.
- I'm incriminating you.

He's been telling me what to
do ever since we started this deal.

Including paying for my defense.

- That's my cue. Excuse me.
BRENDA: Is that true, Mr. Rhodes?

Even if I wanted to answer
you, I'm constrained by privilege.

My first and only
concern must be Robert.

You have been running
Curtis for the cartel all along.

Makes you part of a criminal
enterprise. Privilege doesn't cover that.

Criminal enterpri... Look, it's no secret
Robert had money from these guys...

- but it's not my money.
- How much, Nick?

To hand me over? You know
what they'd do to me in jail.

NICK: Robert.

Mr. Curtis, you remember Special
Agent Fritz Howard of the FBI?

- FBI? FRITZ: Since you
just confessed to paying...

for the assassination
attempt on Hobbs...

twelve customers of the coffee
shop, and, of course, me...

I'm here to take you
into federal custody.

No. This is not
right. I had a deal.

The state can have you when
we're done in about 14 lifetimes.

- Bye, Rob. It's been fun.
- You bitch!

I told you to shut up, Robert.
Now they don't need you anymore.

They need me.

Look, I'm not the bad guy here.

How did you become the
criminal you used to put in jail?

Oh, I don't need a
lecture on morality...

from Deputy Chief
Brenda Leigh Johnson.

You're the one who put a guy on the
street to be beaten to death, not me.

Oh, yeah, I looked into you.

Don't forget, I
represent criminals.

And you hear everything in jail.

Just because you didn't
beat Baylor to death...

with your own two hands,
doesn't mean you didn't kill him.

You're no different from me.

Oh, my. This is taking
a nasty turn, isn't it?

So...

this is what happens next.

You get me a deal.

And I get you back all the cartel's
money that I tricked Curtis into giving me.

I have a better idea.

How about you write down how
you paid Maria Flores $15,000...

to help assassinate DDA Hobbs?

And, in return, I'll arrest you on
14 counts of attempted murder.

That's the deal you're
gonna get. Take it or leave it.

What? Seriously?
Look, that is not a deal.

Listen, Johnson...

without me, you will never,
ever find the cartel's money.

- Understand? Never.
- I don't care about the money.

I care about all the people who
nearly died today, including my husband.

I have enough probable cause to
arrest you and send you over to county...

where you can live it up
with all your cartel friends.

I'm sure they'd be
thrilled to see you.

Especially considering how
cooperative you just offered to be.

You know, they
hear everything in jail.

Wait, hold on. Wait a
minute. You wouldn't dare.

When you see Turell Baylor in hell,
you ask him what I wouldn't dare to do.

Oh, my God.

She doesn't mean it, Gavin.

Baylor's caused
her a lot of grief.

If she can get a little
mileage out of him, why not?

As much as I'd like to kill him myself,
I'll put Rhodes in protective custody.

So don't worry, Gavin.

Thank you, dear. It
would be a big help.

My God, this woman.

No, no, no. Look. Wait, wait...

Put that pen to paper.
Be quick or be gone.

BUZZ: I heard the chief agree to
protect Turell's mother and sister.

I don't know who's
looking into his murder.

I'm a civilian tech.
I'm not a police officer.

And did the chief or Detectives
Gabriel and Sanchez...

speak to you after they
dropped Turell off at his house?

Yes.

Chief Johnson asked me
if I had any Ding Dongs.

- Excuse me?
- She sometimes has Ding Dongs...

on rough days, and after
she came back, she ran out.

Hm.

Always tough running
out of Ding Dongs.

Okay, so, let's just go
over these questions again...

and make sure we
got them all right.

I can save you some time.

Number one, no. Number two, no.

Number three,
we'll come back to.

Number four, I don't know and I
don't care. Number five, also no.

Now, back to number
three for a second.

"Have I discussed this case with
anyone outside Major Crimes?"

Have you?

Love you, love your
work, but I'm out of here.

All right. All right.
Listen up, everyone.

Now, I know we've all been through
hell because of this damn witch hunt...

but these questions imply one of us is
cooperating with the Baylor's attorney.

And I find that insulting
to my character...

and to that of everyone
else in this room.

For the record, I
find it insulting too.

RAYDOR: For the
record, as well...

there's simply no way
that Mr. Goldman knows...

what he knows about Major
Crimes without inside information.

So somewhere in this
division, there's a leak.

Okay, then.

Well, it was really nice spending
time with all of you today.

We'll be meeting again soon.

FLYNN: Wait up, Gavin.

Did you learn anything?

Nothing I didn't
already suspect.

See, everyone here talks to
everyone else here about everything.

So if one person knows
something, you all do.

So to that leak that
you don't think exists...

can you please
tell Mr. Goldman...

that he can sneak
around all he wants to...

but if this case ever
gets to a courtroom...

I win.

No matter what he
thinks he knows...

I win.

No matter what lies
he gets passed...

I win.

But in the meantime,
please be safe, everybody.

It is a rough world out there.

And it's getting
rougher every day.

[English - US -SDH]