The Closer s03e06 Episode Script

Seriously, I just need to get a couple of things out of there.
Can I just go in and get it really quick? I just need, like, two things.
Can I just grab They're right there.
I can see them.
They're right there.
I don't understand why I can't go in there.
- Okay, I got it.
- Okay.
Make sure you get a shot of the body over there.
What took everybody so long? That some guy was getting strangled to death in the Toyota section of the parking lot here.
Now, you guys pop in about 30 minutes after I find the victim's car! - Excuse me, sir, where is the Chief? - She's right over there.
I'd recognize those legs anywhere.
Hey, she's not feeling well.
- Chief, are you okay? - No, I'm hot and I have a fever.
And the cold medicine I took is making me dizzy and nauseated.
And y'all are incredibly late.
This is off of our victim, who was garroted from behind.
Lieutenant Provenza has the murder weapon.
Glen Cooper, 31.
North Hollywood address.
Business card says he's a personal trainer.
There's over $50 in here.
Okay, so it's not robbery.
So, why are we here? Robbery /Homicide received five new cases this weekend, so Commander Taylor asked us to help out.
Now, if y'all could get started on something and allow me to talk to Sergeant Gabriel alone for a moment, please? - So, you're mad at me? Is that it? - No.
I'm confused.
I called you and nobody answered.
Do you see what I'm wearing here? Or did you not read the schedule I gave you this morning? - Where'd you put it? - In your hand.
Well, what was it? What did it say? It said that we were completing weapons of mass destruction training tonight.
That our division deadline is Friday the 26th, two days from now.
So, that's all finished, then? No.
No, we're not finished.
We were 17 minutes short of finishing when you apparently demanded that we be sent to you.
Now, the whole squad has to start the training over again from the beginning.
Why is this even necessary? Because the federal government gives us a subsidy for each person that completes the training.
- So it's Pope's budget stuff? - Yes, it is.
- Shouldn't you be in bed? - No.
I should be having a word with the valet.
I didn't see anything.
I'm in and out of cars all night.
And I was in one when I pulled around and the officer, he told me that some guy got killed over there.
And that Well, no cars could go out.
And that's not good.
I mean, look at how many angry customers.
- My uncle, he's gonna be really upset.
- Your uncle? Yeah, he owns the lot.
I need to either bring people their cars or give them their keys back.
What is he doing? Is that how it's done here? You park people's cars, and then bring them back or give them their keys? According to the placement of the vehicle.
That's mine.
The victim's keys were by his body.
He was walking to his car when someone put a razor wire around his neck and sawed through his jugular.
And you saw nothing? No.
Now, I'm sorry.
I must have been looking the other way or something.
Dr.
Morales, I am so sorry I'm late.
I wasn't feeling well.
Hi, Terrence.
Sorry to hear you're sick.
You want me to check you out? Sorry, that didn't sound right.
Actually, Doctor, I am feeling a little weird.
And the cold medicine I took, it seems to be making my heart race.
- Is that normal? - Okay, first, stay over there.
Because whatever you have, I don't want it.
Sorry.
- You wanna know my symptoms? - Do you have insurance? - Yes, I do.
- Then see your own doctor.
If you end up dying, I promise to find out why.
May I see you for a moment, please? Well, I'm just about to head into an examination.
Let me rephrase that rhetorical question.
I want to speak with you now.
Sergeant Gabriel just informed me you pulled your squad out of WMD training.
That's right, because murder takes precedent over people walking around in HAZMAT suits.
We seriously need the money the feds give us for bringing your squad into WMD compliance.
And I seriously need to find someone who garrotes people in parking lots.
Which is more important? Besides, you and I both know that my team isn't going anywhere where those stupid HAZMAT suits are necessary.
Priority Homicide must be brought up to WMD qualification.
There is no way around that.
So I've rescheduled the training for tomorrow.
- Tomorrow? - Yeah.
Well, what if I don't solve the murder by then? No.
No way.
Or you can lose one member of your squad permanently to Counterterrorism? Why do you keep threatening me with that? And when I'm sick, too.
She's a little spitfire, isn't she? The garrote killed him.
But these marks on his back Look to be from a TASER.
Someone zapped your vic to take the fight out of him.
Not a bad plan.
Buff guy here.
Also, Mr.
Cooper had dinner less than an hour before he was killed.
Maybe at an Italian restaurant.
Looks like pumpkin ravioli.
I don't often find it this time of year.
Some risotto, lots of bread.
Sure this guy was a fitness instructor? That's an awful lot of carbs.
It also looks like he had at least a half a bottle of red wine.
And a dozen raw oysters.
Sounds romantic, doesn't it? Cooper's credit cards are maxed out.
So he didn't charge anything the night he was killed.
But here's something interesting.
Up until last week, he made daily withdrawals of $500, the maximum allowed with his ATM card.
According to my math, that's almost $20,000 in cash.
- Why would he need that much money? - Blackmail.
Expensive drug habit.
- Any information on our 911 call? - A recording's on the way.
The owner of the phone, who denies making the call, says that he was at a nearby restaurant having dinner at the time of the murder.
Three Italian restaurants in the vicinity of where Mr.
Muscles was found.
Two serve raw oysters.
But only one, II Primo, had pumpkin ravioli on the menu last night.
A special.
And a waiter recognized our victim from his DMV photo.
Said he had a hot blonde with him.
And the babe paid.
Please, please, hold your applause.
A copy of the hot blonde's credit card receipt.
Thank you.
Thank you very much.
And the name on the credit card? - Tiffany Lewis? - Yes.
I'm Deputy Chief Brenda Leigh Johnson, LAPD.
And this is Sergeant David Gabriel.
Payback from when I sent Susan the fireman stripper.
Is that it? Actually, Mrs.
Lewis, we're here to talk to you about Glen Cooper.
Did you tell Maria to put the vodka in the freezer? Excuse me.
What is it, honey? Did you tell Maria to put the vodka in the freezer? - I did, Bob.
Aren't I a good girl? - Who are they? Mormons.
Remember we're going out to dinner tonight.
I know.
Very exciting.
So I take it that the oysters and red wine that you had at II Primo last night were not with your husband? I can't talk about this right now.
Can you maybe just go away? Sure, as long as you promise to come downtown to my office in, say, two hours.
We can continue this in a more private setting.
I'm kind of busy right now.
- Or I can come back.
It's your choice.
- Oh.
What am I supposed to tell my husband about where I'm going? Whatever you usually tell him, Mrs.
Lewis.
What now, Mr.
Howard? I'm sorry to bother you again.
I need another ETA on when you think the doctor might be ready to see Miss Johnson.
Any moment.
Just a little more patience, please, okay? Cool.
Really soon.
We have been waiting 45 minutes.
That's why they call it a waiting room.
Deputy Chief Johnson.
Yes, Sergeant.
All right, I'll be there as soon as I can.
Bye.
Brenda, wait.
Hey, hey, you're sick.
I'm feeling fine now.
And I only have 24 hours to finish this case before my squad has to play war games.
And, honestly, it is just a little cold.
You don't have a runny nose.
You don't have a cough.
The cold medicine keeps that from happening.
Look, just don't worry.
If I get another fever, we'll see.
I'll see you at home.
Sir.
Sir.
You can't go back there.
Chief? Tiffany Lewis's credit card statements.
I faxed Glen Cooper's picture to the other restaurants where they ate.
And last night's meal wasn't their first dinner for two.
Plus there are several five-star hotel charges.
All here in town.
Well, thank you.
All right then, Mrs.
Lewis.
Okay, I admit it.
You admit to what, exactly? I'm having an affair with Glen.
I know I shouldn't be, but I didn't know that it was illegal in California.
Honestly, I think that I'm being picked on for some reason.
Mrs.
Lewis, it isn't against the law to have an affair.
- Really? - Really.
Oh, my God.
You don't know how you guys just scared me.
I almost peed a little.
You're not gonna tell my husband, are you? I mean, he has a temper.
And I didn't mean to start having an affair.
It just happened.
And then it kept happening.
I think it's because guys just wanna have sex with me, damn it.
As long as you completely cooperate, I see no reason to inform your husband.
Thank God.
Our prenup's really bad for me.
When you and Mr.
Cooper were leaving the restaurant last night, did you notice anything suspicious? Oh, I wouldn't know.
Let me think.
We left the restaurant.
He walked me to my car.
He kissed me good night.
And I went home.
Seems normal.
You didn't valet your car? Last time I valeted my car, the attendant guy stole my pot.
So I don't valet anymore.
Are you sure your husband didn't know about your affair? Oh, no.
If he knew that Glen and I were screwing around, Bob would be just furious.
Why are you so interested in all this? Well, I'm sorry to tell you this, Tiffany, but last night Glen Cooper was murdered - in a parking lot outside the restaurant - Murdered? You mean, like, somebody killed him? - Yes, I'm so sorry.
- No.
- There must be a mistake.
That's wrong! - We're very sorry, Mrs.
Lewis.
Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Chief, we got confirmation that during the murder, when the 911 call was made, the owner of this cell phone was sitting at the chef's table at Chez Bohemia.
He claims his cell phone was in his car in the same lot where the body was found.
Doing the prints right now.
Only one other person had access to that phone during the time of murder.
Our valet parker, Kenny Woods.
I just dumped him in the Interview Room with Provenza.
So what did I miss? Hot, married girlfriend of the victim, named Tiffany.
I think she wanted me.
Well, thank you, Detective Sanchez, for keeping us up to date.
Perhaps you can find out where Tiffany's husband was last night and what he was doing during the time of the murder? More about Mr.
Woods, please.
Okay, I spoke to Mr.
Lang, the owner of the parking lot where Kenny works.
And when I asked him about the Toyota section, which is where the 911 caller said someone was being murdered, Mr.
Lang laughed.
He said the only one who has a Toyota section is his nephew, Kenny.
He also says that Kenny has obsessive compulsive disorder, which is a fancy way of saying he's a control freak.
Now, he takes some medication for it.
I could find out the name if you like.
No thanks, Lieutenant.
Does Mr.
Woods have a previous relationship with the LAPD? Seems our valet doesn't like it when people pull out of his parking lot the wrong way.
Whatever the hell that means.
LAPD picked him up for two little dust-ups with some customers.
And our little weirdo is sticking to his story.
Well, then, I'll have to make his stay here very welcoming, then, won't I? Thank you, Lieutenants.
911.
What is your emergency? I just saw somebody strangle somebody in the Toyota section of the parking lot.
And what is your location, sir? - Lang's Valet, east of Grand.
- Emergency vehicles are There are more than a few similarities between this caller and you, Kenny.
He reports a man being murdered in the Toyota section of your parking lot.
And he made the call on this cell phone, which happened to be locked in one of the cars that you valeted.
- I didn't I didn't make any - The caller also stammers.
I I didn't make any call.
These are the fingerprints that were found on the cell phone that made the 911 call.
And these are your fingerprints.
They match.
Maybe the phone was on the seat and I moved it.
Now, you got a bit of a temper, don't you, Kenny boy? Rap sheet says here that you've been picked up twice for some pretty nasty arguments with customers.
I do not have a temper! It's just There's a certain way that cars need to be put in and brought out.
And other people, they don't always understand the challenges of valet parking.
Did the man who had his throat cut in your lot last night not understand those challenges? - Did you two argue? - What? No! Seriously.
Why would you think such things about me? Because you're not telling me the truth, Kenny! And I have to consider why.
And one possibility is that you killed Mr.
Cooper because he interfered with the way you ran the lot.
I made the call, okay? But I didn't kill him.
I'm not saying anything else until after I floss.
I can't say anything else.
I need to brush my teeth and floss.
Why can't you say anything else? You made the call.
You saw Glen Cooper die.
Did you see the killer, too? - Were you threatened in some way? - No.
Mr.
Cooper was attacked.
So you grabbed a set of keys and you locked yourself in a car.
And the killer threatened you as you drove away.
- Is that it? Can you identify him? - No.
No.
No.
No.
I'm sorry.
Can I just park cars? - The answer to that, Kenny, is yes.
- Okay.
Because I can't compel you to tell me anything.
Good.
Just remember one thing, killers don't like leaving eyewitnesses around.
Especially ones who've been talking to the police.
So you be careful in your parking lot tonight.
Wait! Don't you have to protect me? - From who? - From that guy! - So we're looking for a man? - Oh, God.
What did he look like, Kenny? How big was he? How old? No.
No.
No.
No.
No.
No.
No.
He'll kill me if I talk.
Oh, my God.
Look.
I think I'd rather just stay here tonight.
Please.
I'll see if I can pull some strings.
Thank you.
I know I should've rescheduled with the doctor, but I think I've figured out what's going on here.
Palpitations, fever, feeling faint.
You have a diagnosis that covers all that? Cold medicine plus stress.
Okay, lowering your pressure at work couldn't have hurt.
But you still have to see a doctor, because I don't think stress causes fevers.
That's from the cold, which is on its way out.
I can tell.
So Let's talk about the anxiety.
You deal with murders all the time.
And it doesn't usually get you this stressed out.
So, what's up? Budget issues.
Pope's making He's making my squad go through weapons of mass destruction training for some federal subsidies.
Eight hours in those ridiculous HAZMAT suits.
Starting tomorrow, they're all gonna be running around some potential terrorist target, leaving me to solve this murder completely on my own.
With Provenza.
Who I guess is too old for WMD.
It's just You see how upsetting that is? Do you see it? Right.
Okay.
You know, I think I know a way you can work the murder and keep your whole team all in the same place.
The floor of this building is not a proper place for WMD training.
Well, according to your qualification manual, which is what I'm going by, "Any emergency training to be completed by said group may be conducted "in any and all government owned and operated venues, "not excluding those which might, themselves, "be targets in a terrorist attack.
" That sounds like Parker Center to me.
You're deliberately misinterpreting the text.
But just so you know, for the next seven hours and 38 minutes, this squad is mine.
If that headgear comes off, if I see one person's face, even a fingernail, no qualification.
And at some point, we have to rescue someone.
I'll leave when up to you.
Chief, Chief, don't worry.
I'm gonna take the lead here.
It'll be good.
Mr.
Cox, I'm happy to help you in any way I can.
I could do that more effectively if I could talk to my squad.
Use this.
They're on channel four.
Really, making me use that radio system, it complicates my job.
And what about my job? Which is to ensure this squad knows what measures to take in the event of, say, I don't know, a nuclear disaster.
Sir, this is a homicide division, not a bomb squad.
Well, according to the paperwork I have, it's both.
What paperwork? What is he talking What is he talking about? - What is he talking about? - We just need to finish training.
- Chief, I checked into - Detective Sanchez, - use your inside voice, please.
- Sorry.
I checked into Tiffany's husband, Bob.
Night before last, he has an alibi.
- Out to dinner.
- And I looked into his finances.
He's an efficiency expert with a highly successful consulting firm.
And his prenup with Tiffany, watertight.
I did a phone dump on the Lewis's landlines and cell phones.
Calls from Mrs.
Lewis to Glen Cooper, but nothing else out of the ordinary, like private detectives or divorce attorneys.
Tiffany charged her affair on their joint credit cards.
It's all over their statements.
Lieutenant Tao, could you please check Mr.
Lewis's office lines? Thank you.
And Lieutenant Provenza Lieutenant Provenza, how's our parking attendant doing? Oh, he's still here.
Robbery /Homicide's watching him for us.
Look, alibi or not Alibi or not, I think that we should have Mr.
Lewis, Tiffany's husband, pop in for a visit.
But I can't send any of you to go pick him up.
And I can't send Lieutenant Provenza by himself.
Oh, this is a nightmare.
Sergeant Gabriel, what did Mr.
Cox mean when he says according to his paperwork, y'all are Priority Homicide and a bomb squad? Okay.
Chief, now, don't get mad.
My entire Division is officially part of the LAPD's Counterterrorism Bureau? - Well, not Provenza.
- When were you gonna tell me about this? Look, it's only a paper change.
It's so minor, I didn't think you'd notice.
There are five people walking around my murder room in noisy plastic suits.
How could I not notice? You know, honestly, when Sergeant Gabriel came up with the idea for these transfers, to save your section from budget cuts, by the way, I thought you'd be happy.
What are you doing? I'm dizzy and my heart's pounding.
It only happens when I get really, really mad.
I thought it was a reaction to my cold medicine.
Have we established that you actually have a cold? I've been getting fevers.
I don't know.
Have you considered seeing a doctor? When do I have time to do that, Will? If Lieutenant Provenza and I are the entire Priority Homicide Division, and I have to do everything myself without any help from anybody? - Budget cuts.
And I'm not overreacting! - All right, calm down.
Don't overreact.
- Excuse me, is this a bad time? - No, Chief Johnson was just leaving.
Actually, it was her who I came to speak to.
We've been watching this Kenny, your valet guy.
We just pulled in this Bob Lewis character who Sergeant Gabriel asked me to pick up.
I was wondering what you want us to do with the two of them? Thank you, Commander, for all your help.
If you could please make sure that Kenny Woods makes it into the electronics room with Lieutenant Provenza.
And set up Mr.
Lewis in one of our interview rooms.
That would be very helpful.
Excuse me.
Why am I here? Do I need to have my lawyer meet me? Well, if you really think that waiting for legal representation is the best use of your time, Mr.
Lewis, we could certainly do that.
But knowing that you're an efficiency expert, I wrote down all the questions that I wanted to ask you.
I thought maybe that you could look them over and decide about whether or not you wanted a lawyer.
Let's just get this over with.
"Where were " "Where were you the night before last?" That's Wednesday, the 24th.
Business dinner at Mastro's.
If you want further details, I'll have my assistant e-mail you.
Okay.
"Do you harm the war?" You're kidding, right? "Do you know this man?" - What man? - Oh, sorry.
Here, this man.
Oh, yeah, that's my wife's fitness trainer.
Jeff or Chuck or something.
- Actually, his name is Glen Cooper.
- Oh, that's right.
Glen.
And he was found dead the night of the 24th outside II Primo, a restaurant downtown.
That's too bad.
Tiffany was really tightening up her stomach.
What is this last question? "Do you know about the affect?" Affair.
That's seriously supposed to be an 'R'? That is illegible.
Wait a minute.
What affair? You recognize him? Is this the guy? The only way we can keep you safe, Kenny, is if you help us catch the killer.
So is this the guy or not? No.
No.
That's not him.
Do you think someone could swing by my house and get my electric toothbrush? I'm supposed to use it two minutes in the morning, two minutes at night.
Also, my floss.
Mint, waxed.
You can get that at any drug store.
Yeah, I'll get right on that.
You didn't notice all of these charges on your credit cards? I have a business manager who takes care of the bills.
I hire a lot of people to do a lot of things.
Well, I hope she got her money's worth.
- So, are we done here? - Yes, sir.
- Hey Chief, I looked into the - Chief! I am I am so sorry that you had to find out about this transfer this way.
We all thought Chief Pope had already told you about his decision.
Chief Pope's decision? Sergeant, even with your face covered up and your voice distorted by that stupid mask, you are still a terrible liar.
Now, stick to the case.
I looked into Lewis's story and, in fact, he was at Mastro's having dinner at the time of the murder.
That's no surprise.
He doesn't strike me as the type of guy who could bring down someone like Mr.
Cooper.
Well, a TASER could even things out.
Does he seem like the type of guy that owns a TASER? No, but No, but he seems like the kind of guy who would hire someone who owns a TASER.
We still need a rescue of some kind.
And I'm not planning it.
As soon as I'm done with this murder, I'll get right on that.
Great.
And remember, these people need to demonstrate they can save someone from one, a life threatening attack, two, a riot or three, a natural catastrophe.
I leave it to you to decide how that's done.
You have three hours and six minutes left.
Lieutenant Tao.
Lieutenant Tao, I need to know what's going on with the Lewis' phones and computers, please.
- Okay, starting from the beginning - No, no, no.
The end.
Quick, like a bunny.
Last Tuesday, a call was placed from Bob Lewis's office to the cell phone of an Eric Ellis.
Now, - Eric Ellis is not one of our finest citizens.
- Excuse me, Chief.
Ellis has a record.
A few B-and-Es, a couple of assaults, presently unemployed.
Which makes the $10,000 deposited into his bank account - on the 22nd, so interesting.
- Could be payment for a hit.
Which is why Taylor's guys pulled him in for us.
Here's Ellis's record with his booking photo for handy reference.
Thank you, Lieutenant.
Oh, for heaven's sakes.
Sit down.
Mr.
Ellis, I need to speak to you about where you were at 9:00 last Wednesday, the 24th.
- You mean Wednesday the 25th.
- No, I mean Wednesday the 24th.
Two nights ago.
Well, I think I was at the gym on the 25th.
It's the 24th, sir.
And can anyone substantiate that? Oh, you mean an alibi, right? Yeah.
People saw me Wednesday night.
Would one of those people happen to have been Mr.
Bob Lewis? I never heard of no one by the name of Bob Lewis ever.
Really? Well, Mr.
Lewis's phone records indicate otherwise.
And when I spoke to him earlier about the murder of Glen Cooper - You spoke to Mr.
Lewis about a murder? - Yes.
So Mr.
Lewis isn't dead? Now you've got it.
- So who got killed? - Glen Cooper.
Mr.
Lewis's wife's boyfriend.
- On Wednesday the 25th.
- It's Wednesday the 24th! Can I see a calendar? Can you explain that whole lawyer thing to me again? You said you weren't gonna tell my husband about the affair.
It was unavoidable.
I'm sorry.
What am I supposed to do? I told you about Bob's temper.
Why don't you stay here for a while until we're able to deal with your husband? And Lieutenant Provenza, if you could ask Taylor to take Kenny Woods to the restroom for a while and put Mrs.
Lewis into Interview Room number one.
- Yes, ma'am.
- Thank you.
My pleasure.
I'm working real hard on getting you an attorney, but it would help me a lot if I could take your picture.
Is that okay? Oh.
Sure.
No, please stand.
Thank you.
If you could walk over there to the corner.
And that's very nice.
Now, sort of slump against the wall and then slide down to The floor.
That's good.
Now, stretch your legs out.
Good.
Now, close your eyes, put your chin on your chest.
Good.
Now, don't move.
Thank you.
Thank you so much.
Mr.
Cox.
I beg your pardon, I seem to be having trouble communicating with my squad.
I wondered if you might want to take a look at that? Radio check.
- I'll be back in one minute.
- Sure.
Take off this ridiculous helmet! And the suit! All of it! For heaven's sakes.
Chief, this could end the entire training session.
Well, some things are more important, Lieutenant Tao.
Now, Buzz, I need you to put on this hat and that suit.
Hurry.
You want me to go out there and pretend to be Lieutenant Tao? Yes.
Exactly.
Do I have to over-explain everything? - Hey.
- No, just nod.
But you have to do it quickly before Mr.
Cox realizes that Lieutenant Tao is gone.
I don't know about this, Chief.
As long as Mr.
Cox thinks that Buzz is you He thinks he's someone else on Wednesday the 25th.
You mean Wednesday the 24th? No, Lieutenant, I mean Wednesday the 25th.
Lieutenant, I took a picture and I need you to help me with it.
It's fixed.
Looks as if someone took out the battery.
Oh, for heaven's sakes.
How did that happen, I wonder? Me, too.
Good news, Mr.
Woods.
I believe we found the man responsible for the murder you may or may not have witnessed.
No.
No.
I don't wanna look at them.
I don't need you to give me an ID anymore.
I just want you to feel safe going back to work.
I want you to take a look at these photos and let me know if anything jumps out at you.
And then The floss is all yours.
Waxed.
Mint.
You can use it all the way home to your electric toothbrush.
Photos.
This one.
- When did this happen? - Oh, that happened this morning.
Yeah.
That That's the guy.
I was parking an '07 Highlander when I pulled around, and they were And this guy, he wrapped something around the other guy's neck.
And he pulled hard.
And I just, I So you found a phone in the car that you were parking.
And I called 911.
Then he saw me, and he ran over.
And I froze.
He banged on the window, and he started screaming that he was gonna kill me if I told anyone what I saw.
Then I heard sirens, and then he ran away.
Thank you.
Just checking to make sure you're all right.
Do you need anything? No.
I think I'm okay.
I don't know.
Maybe I'm not okay.
Well, you can cry if you want to.
I don't want my make up to get all ruined.
But it's hard.
Glen was really nice to me.
And I know guys are nice when they want something, you know? Or maybe you don't know.
But Glen really cared about me.
And now he's gone.
And I have no idea when Bob's gonna let me come back home.
- Maybe I don't even wanna go.
- Well, maybe you don't have to.
We've looked into your husband's story.
And the night that Glen was killed, on Wednesday the 24th You mean Wednesday the 25th.
No, Tiffany, I mean Wednesday the 24th.
And you're the second person in an hour to make that mistake.
The other person was Eric Ellis.
The man who murdered your boyfriend.
But I don't think he meant to kill Glen.
I think he meant to kill your husband.
That way, you could be with Glen and not have to worry about that messy prenup.
Don't I get any Fourth or Fifth Amendment somethings? Yes, you do.
You have, for example, the right to remain silent.
Anything you say, can and will be used against you, in a court of law.
You have the right to an attorney.
If you cannot afford an attorney, the court will appoint one for you.
Do you understand what I'm saying? You're going to arrest me for attempting to murder my husband? No, I'm not.
I would have, of course, if the stupid hit man hadn't made a mistake about what night to follow you and your husband to dinner.
Well, that might have been my fault.
I'm not so good with numbers.
But the money you paid Eric Ellis to murder your husband, that came from Glen, right? So you wouldn't be connected to your husband's murder.
It's so unfair.
Glen ended up paying for his own death.
I really feel like I let him down.
Did you pay Mr.
Ellis up-front? What do I look like, an idiot? I only gave him half.
After you told me Glen was killed, I called and canceled everything.
And I asked for my money back.
I should check my messages.
I bet you that blockhead finally returned my calls.
I'd hold off on that if I were you.
You only get one call, and you might wanna use it to contact a lawyer.
What? But you said All right, now wait a minute, lady! You told me that I wasn't in trouble for trying to kill my husband.
That's right.
But you are under arrest for what happened to Glen Cooper, - which is murder in the first degree.
- I didn't hire that guy to kill Glen! I hired him to kill my husband! And he didn't even do it! This is a tapestry of justice.
That's what it is.
A complete tapestry.
You! Stupid hit man! Stupid! Stupid! - You're the stupid person.
- You were supposed to kill my husband! - My husband! - I thought he was your husband! - You kissed him! - I don't kiss my husband, you idiot! He's alive? He's supposed to be dead! Man down! Man down! Rescue operation in You're next! - You're next, Tiffany! You're next! - No, you're next, meathead! What the hell is going on here? WMD training.
It's winding down.
Time.
Qualification has been achieved.
You may all remove your gear, and sign the Q log, please.
It's okay, Tao.
You can take your helmet off now.
You're Michael Tao? That's Lieutenant Michael Tao.
He's adopted.
Brenda.
- Hello.
- Brenda, this is Dr.
Jackson.
- Dr.
Jackson, this is Brenda.
- Hello.
Since we got a little busy yesterday, Agent Howard thought I should stop by, see how you feel.
Just one second.
- Can I talk to you for a moment please? - Excuse me.
I really I don't wanna do this right now.
Well, I do.
Okay.
Why don't you have a seat and relax? I'll call for you when I'm ready.
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