The Closer s06e01 Episode Script

Air 14 coming for the watch commander.
Air 14's on the way, sir.
Police 14, we are over the call.
I've got a body in sight.
He is tied up in the wires on the side of the building.
Looks like he might have some head wounds.
Possible gunshot wounds, guys.
Air 14 to the units: I got you there.
Use caution.
I cannot clear the inside.
No movement, but we might have victims.
We might have a shooter in the area.
Use caution, gentlemen.
Airship 14.
The body's in the wires.
Yeah, roger that.
He's caught up in the wires outside the house.
Air 14 to the guys on the ground talked to the watch commander.
Be advised.
He wants you to secure the scene and wait for Major Crimes.
Air 14? Hey, guys, this is a Major Crimes case.
Just secure the scene and stand by for them per the watch commander.
But I'd rather have Mr.
Beebe's body brought back up here.
I know.
It's the fire department's call.
- They want him lowered to the ground.
- Fine.
Excuse me, Mr.
Fireman.
When you cut him loose and he slams against the side of the house could you cover him with a tarp? I don't want Mr.
Beebe's friends to see him like this.
You got it, ma'am.
Now that our new building has its own briefing room would you ask the press to go downtown to meet with Commander Taylor? Sure.
What do you want reporters to know? That it doesn't look like a suicide.
So chief, it seems Mr.
Beebe was shot before dawn while his computer was logging photographs off the telescope.
- Photographs of what? - Can't say.
His laptop goes to sleep after five minutes.
I need a password to log back on, and I don't have it.
Maybe he was scanning the neighborhood for heavenly bodies.
Well, he has a heavenly body in his bedroom.
A Mrs.
Cherie Walker.
And she really wants to leave here before her husband finds out where she spent the night.
Could you tell her I'll be down to speak with her in a minute? So, Detective Sanchez, do we have any idea how things played out here? Three shots, chief.
First bullet lands here.
Second one here.
And then one more bullet in the back of the victim's head.
The impact pushes the victim over the railing You know, it had to happen fast.
So automatic weapon.
Judging from the angles of the impacts, I'd say the shooter was at least 200 yards away.
Somewhere over there.
So it looks like our victim wasn't the only one using a scope.
And it was early in the morning, so it was a night scope at that.
So Mr.
Beebe and Cherie have dinner, go downstairs for a little intimacy.
And then at some point early this morning our victim pops back up here to look at what? I have no idea.
I didn't even know Steven had gotten out of bed.
Look.
My husband is going to be back in town any minute.
Please.
You You have to let me go.
Listen to me, Cherie.
I'm not the adultery police.
The last thing I wanna do is to tell anyone.
Why don't we take you downtown, figure out what to tell your husband? - He's away in? - Palm Springs.
- But he's flying back this morning.
- Flying? It's a pretty quick drive.
He's helping them build a control tower for their airport.
He always flies.
And he's gonna be home any second.
And your husband's name is? Caleb.
He's a former Army officer.
West Point graduate.
And very, very uptight.
He's not He is not going to understand my side of things at all.
And does Caleb know Mr.
Beebe? Oh, yeah.
He hired Steven to rebuild our terrace.
Oh.
So Mr.
Beebe is your contractor.
Yeah.
And since Caleb travels so much, I dealt with the remodel.
Oh.
And how long have you and Steven been seeing each other? About three weeks.
He stopped by one night to make sure the grilling station had been set up properly.
And it was dark out.
And Steven was pointing out the stars to me.
- Mmm.
- Heh.
This one and that one.
I'm bad with names.
Anyway, somehow or other, we started making out.
Oh.
Steven set his alarm for 4:00 this morning.
And you just slept right through it? Maybe because of all the champagne.
Which is why I stayed the night.
I thought it would be very wrong to drive home drunk.
A responsible choice.
Tell me, take me back to last night when you and Steven were upstairs on the roof.
Did Steven show you anything in his telescope? Yeah.
We tracked the space station for a while.
Oh, and he showed me what our house looked like upside down.
- You can see your house from here? - Mm-hm.
Okay.
That's Cherie Walker's terrace.
You can see the work being done on it.
Oh! I think Mr.
Walker's home from Palm Springs.
And if you want to see how he looks right-side up, I have it.
Chief, I say we wire Cherie, send her home, see if she and her husband get into it.
He may have killed her boyfriend.
What if he shoots? Then we solved the case.
I cannot think of a more irresponsible suggestion.
No, I say we ask Mr.
Walker to visit us in our new building.
He can be the first person to try out those horrible new interview rooms.
Oh, my.
- Oh, come on.
- It's not my fault.
- There goes the suspect.
- I'm trying to fix it.
Oh, for Pete's sake - Don't pull on it.
- Well, what button are you pressing? Just Just let go, please.
This remote control's worthless.
Okay, so the screen is not working yet.
We'll fix that.
But otherwise, pretty great, right? Yeah, we were told that we can't have a coffee maker or a refrigerator in here.
That's because we have a break room with all that stuff in it down the hall.
Any other complaints about your new divisional headquarters? And how about the wall separating my office from my conference room? Well, that's nothing.
- She's a person of interest.
- I couldn't agree more.
Go introduce yourself.
Her husband doesn't know she's here.
Speaking of her husband, I dumped him in one of the interview rooms.
Good luck getting anything out of him.
Lieutenant Provenza, your desk is city property.
- It was supposed to be sold at auction.
- It was.
I bought it.
This desk is the longest relationship of my adult life and I am not giving it up.
And these seating assignments are ridiculous.
Tao.
Tao.
Have you been able to get past the password on our victim's computer yet? That would mean no.
Chief, we still don't know what our victim was looking at when he was shot.
Is there anything you want us to be working on here? Yes, lieutenant, there is.
Not all remodels go as planned.
Let's ask some of Mr.
Beebe's employees to compile a list of their clients.
Let's see how popular he was with his customers.
Where am I going? Thank you.
Could someone please find out why there were no shots-fired reports in the victim's neighborhood? Thank you.
Chief Pope, could you please? Oh! For heaven sakes.
I can't move in this place.
Nothing works around here.
Nothing.
Read what it says here, Will.
"Hard Interview Room.
" What kind of message is that supposed to send? It's intimidating.
I decide when to intimidate people around here.
Not the building.
And this This.
Who, over the age of 10, can sit next to this mirror without knowing they're being watched? - We film people all the time.
- But they don't know.
And even if they do, they can't see the cameras.
Oh! This new building is an obstacle course.
You've been here five days.
Give the building a chance.
You'll adapt to it.
I promise.
And look, as different as things might seem the really important stuff hasn't changed at all.
You still have a murder to work out.
And a suspect you need to interview.
Just stay centered on that and everything else will fall into place.
You'll be okay.
And all his customers too.
Oh.
I thought you said this room was empty? I'm so sorry about that.
I was told this room was vacant.
- Who are you, again? - Caleb Walker.
Caleb Walker.
One second.
It's a Mr.
Caleb Walker.
I don't know about this two-way mirror thing.
I'm so sorry about that, Mr.
Walker.
It's just that we are talking to all of Mr.
Steven Beebe's customers and neighbors.
And you are both.
Which is why I said yes when your people asked me to come down here.
Then I was read my rights and put in this room.
Is that how you treat people when they help? No, sir.
It isn't.
So let's just honor your commitment to being a good citizen and rush, rush, rush through these questions.
Um Did you hear gunshots last night? As I told the other guy, I wasn't home last night.
I flew in from Palm Springs this morning.
- Okay? - Oh, you already spoke to someone else? Where is your form? Uh, let's see.
What do we need to ask you? Walker, Walker, Walker.
Walker, Walker, Walker.
Oh! Here you are.
Walker, Caleb.
- Oh, my.
- "Oh, my," what? Well, your paperwork is filed right next to a Walker, Cherie, same home address.
Your daughter? My wife.
Why? Is she about to tell this guy his wife was cheating on him? Maybe that's why we called it a Hard Interview Room.
Well, there's just no easy way to say this.
While you were in Palm Springs, your wife spent the night with the victim.
Did you know or suspect that your wife and your contractor were close? This is why you asked me down here.
Put me in this room.
To tell me Cherie had an affair.
See my reaction.
Well Here it is.
You're gonna pay for this little ambush.
And now I'm telling you, and everyone behind that mirror I'm not saying another word until I get an attorney.
- Here, chief, let me take that for you.
- Thank you so much, commander.
So have you heard from the Palm Springs Police Department? Did Walker's alibi hold up? They sent film of him boarding a plane to Burbank yesterday morning at 7 a.
m.
How good is that? He could have driven to L.
A shot Mr.
Beebe, then driven back in time to make his flight.
On another matter, Chief Johnson do you know that I am the only person of my rank who hasn't been assigned an office in our new building here? I've been trying to return some files to Commander Hood for days.
And his name doesn't turn up on any floor - He's dead.
- Oh, horrible.
That's terrible.
Massive coronary.
And the office he had went to the guy who replaced him.
I've been trying to speak to Pope about where I should go, but he seems distracted.
Well, you're welcome to camp out with us for a bit if you need to, commander.
- Thanks.
I might take you up on that.
- Oh, that's fine.
- I'll put these upstairs.
- Thank you.
Media can't get enough of the building.
I hate it.
Cops aren't happy unless they're miserable.
God, look at me.
I just broke my hand helping my daughter out of a tree in the back yard and I haven't been to the gym for weeks.
I feel fat.
Do I look fat to you? I have a murder.
Do you want an update? Yeah.
Yeah.
Tell me everything.
I need to confirm the weapon was fired from the suspect's house before I can get a warrant for his residence.
You must have evidence of some kind.
I mean, you held Walker overnight.
- Did you not hear him threaten me? - Oh.
Right.
Well, we can't arrest everybody who does that.
Very funny.
And Mr.
Walker has motive.
Well, yeah, but only if he knew his wife was having an affair before you told him.
He's also a retired military officer and a West Point graduate.
Which means he has experience with weapons and night-vision optics.
- What are you doing here? - Um Turning this into an interview room.
Yeah, but this is your Visitor Conference Center.
Look, you told me to adapt to the building.
I have the different-colored paint chips you asked me to get for the Murder Room.
I'm leaning toward the Iceberg or the Royal Blue.
Although, I have to say, Viridian is awfully nice.
Hmm? Chief Johnson? With me.
With me.
Adapt to the building.
Not adapt the building to you.
You have any idea how much I've gone through so you can have this facility? Oh, yeah, sure.
You did it all for me.
This may be state-of-the-art, but it wasn't designed by anyone who understands interrogation.
I'm the resident expert here on making people talk.
Yeah, well, I haven't seen much proof of that lately.
That is completely unfair.
This A poor workman always blames his tools.
Look, Parker Center didn't even have caller ID.
Our headquarters is at the cutting edge of every technology in the world.
I need for you and Major Crimes to fully embrace this place for at least the next two months.
- Why? There's gonna be a big announcement.
You and your division will behave as though this place is perfect in every way.
- Perfect in every way.
Really? - Mm-hm.
- What happened to your wall? - Hm? There was a wall here last week when we first moved in.
Where is it? I had to walk out of my office to get to my conference room.
Okay.
Customize your space.
Just stop blaming the building for your failures.
Now, have you figured out yet how Walker knew the victim was gonna be on his roof? I'm sorry, chief.
I still have no idea.
I'm sure the pictures from Mr.
Beebe's telescope are on here.
I can't figure out the password.
I've tried birthday combinations.
His current and previous addresses.
Mother's maiden.
I'm cycling random words through an application that was given Tao, we get the idea, huh? Chief, Taylor left this box of stuff here.
- Oh.
- And Flynn has got Cherie in our lovely new break room.
- Does she not like her hotel? Her husband's lawyer called her cell and told her we ratted her out about the affair.
Oh, that.
Right.
Uh, tell me, lieutenant did I approach Mr.
Walker the wrong way yesterday, in your opinion? Come on, chief.
You know, it's just a guy looking at a two-way mirror and he saw someone who really needed an attorney, that's all.
Right.
Is that the murder weapon? An M1-10? - A newer model of it, chief.
Semi-automatic.
- Oh.
Developed for military snipers.
Has the best night scope I've ever seen.
Plus, it has a flash suppressor and a built-in silencer.
Explains why no one heard shots fired on the night of the murder.
Oh, I've had it with this murder board.
This control thingy.
- Chief? Chief? - What is it? Oh, hello.
These are Mr.
Beebe's employees you wanted to talk to.
This is Melanie Ryder, she was his bookkeeper.
This is her husband, Paul.
Construction foreman.
They brought the client list like you asked for.
Right.
Well, thank you so much for coming in.
Pleasure.
Why don't we head into my office? Right this way.
I'm so sorry for your loss.
My apologies.
We're just moving in here.
Uh, you were saying? The construction workers are temps, we rented all our equipment so in terms of full-time employees, it's just us.
And Mr.
Beebe's business.
How was it doing financially? He had enough to make payroll for months except I wasn't authorized to sign checks so we can't even pay ourselves.
On the night that Steven was murdered, he went upstairs to his roof and was looking at something through his telescope.
You have any idea what that might have been? Stars? Steven wasn't a peeping Tom.
Whatever he was looking at, it was in the sky.
I promise.
Sounds like you were close to him.
Since high school.
Best friend.
My boss too, I guess, but friend first.
- Did his customers like him too? - Usually.
When you're tearing up someone's home like that changing the center of their daily lives, that causes stress.
It does, doesn't it? What kind of stress are we talking about? A couple of home thefts.
But that's common at construction sites.
Appliances, TVs.
Our insurance replaced or paid for everything our clients lost.
Would y'all like some candy? There's plenty here.
All different kinds, all shapes.
- No.
- No, thank you, chief.
What about Steven's romantic life? Did you ever have any complaints about that? For example? Would you be surprised to hear that the wife of one of your clients was sleeping in Steven's bed when he was murdered? Yeah, we knew that he'd become closer than he should have to Cherie Walker.
So maybe her husband knew too.
Any chance some of the temps working at the Walker house knew about the affair? - I'm sure they did.
Steven could be extremely demonstrative.
He was like a teenager that way.
You sound upset about that.
This happened a lot.
I never talked to Melanie about the way Steven behaved until recently.
I didn't think she'd be okay with it.
You weren't okay with it, either, Paul.
Look, Steven had this one character flaw, okay? He would get infatuated.
For a month or two, nothing else mattered.
But it wasn't all his fault.
Wasn't just his fault.
Women fell for him.
What was he supposed to do? Cherie said Mr.
Beebe invited her over to his place to see the space station.
Yeah.
That was part of Steven's routine.
Think he got more use out of the space station than NASA did.
Okay, you know something? It is really infuriating to hear you talk in this "boys will be boys" kind of way.
For one thing, you don't even mean it.
Look where Steven's behavior has put us.
We could end up losing everything.
- Everything.
- Chief? Yes? Ballistics says the murder weapon could have been fired from the Walker's house.
I have our search warrant.
Please don't tear up everything we just had built.
It cost a fortune.
Chief, look at this path.
Someone wiped away their tracks.
Think this rifle mount might help? Found it next to the water cooler.
Hold up the dummy.
Go, lieutenant.
Okay, chief.
I have a clear line of sight to our victim's house.
You could make this shot.
With a steady hand and a little practice, even she could do it.
Not without this weapon.
Let's see if we can find a rifle just like this one on the premises.
And some casings would be great too.
Maybe you could, like, go on keeping me as a protected witness too.
Don't worry, Cherie.
I have no intention of letting you go anywhere.
You've been having an affair how long? Less than a month.
But I sort of fell into it because you've been away a lot.
- So I want to kill you.
- Not me.
My boyfriend.
- Why not the both of you? - We were on the roof for a while.
But you waited until my boyfriend was alone to shoot him.
And you're sure my motive is jealousy? Not irritation that everything you promised me you would bring to your new office is still boxed up here? It's not my fault.
I park blocks from where I work.
And you don't wanna kill me, anyway.
You wanna kill my boyfriend.
I certainly do.
So if I don't blame you for the affair, I have to blame the guy who seduced you.
That's right.
But just so you know, I'd never blame the other woman.
It'd be your fault a hundred percent.
- Who's the killer here? Me or you? - You.
Sorry.
Go ahead.
Jealousy can provoke a crime of passion.
But it can also arrive in stages.
Like grief.
Shock.
Denial.
Rage.
- Followed by gunshots to the head.
- From a sniper rifle I still can't find.
Which indicates planning on my part and that I'm hoping to get away with it.
So how did I react when you first told me about the affair? Was I cool, calm, and collected? Or did I drag all your boxes into the driveway and put a hose to them? Well, don't do that.
I've been faithful to you in every way.
Well, I'm the forgiving type.
But what about your suspect? Is he a crime of passion kind of guy? Or was he cold and calculating? And how did he know your victim was gonna go back up on the roof at 4 a.
m? Because somehow he knew what Mr.
Beebe was going to be looking at through his telescope.
You have any idea what that might have been? The Constellation of Sagittarius.
In particular, the Milky Way.
Hundreds of thousands of stars crammed together at the center of the galaxy, shining brightest in North America during the months of July and August.
In fact during a recent Thank you, Dr.
Sagan.
Can you please just scroll through the photos? We're looking for something incriminating.
Like a picture of Walker aiming a gun at the victim.
How did you find the password to the victim's computer? Mr.
Beebe's foreman told us whenever he became infatuated with someone she took over his life.
- He changed his password to Cherie? Mr.
Beebe really was a teenager.
So the Milky Way is brightest over the next two months.
Not specific to the night of the murder.
It is, actually.
Normally Mr.
Beebe couldn't take pictures from his house.
The ambient light from the city would wash out the stars.
Because of the recession, L.
A.
has been turning off the streetlights in different neighborhoods two hours before sunrise.
On the night of the murder, Mr.
Beebe's neighborhood went dark at 3:58 a.
m.
Oh, Lieutenant Flynn.
A usable murder board.
Thank you so much.
Let's get everything on it while the other one is still down.
Mr.
Beebe was looking at the stars.
And he changed his password to Cherie.
What does that mean? It means I need to question Caleb Walker again.
Well, you're gonna have to settle for his attorney who's waiting in our new break room.
Chief, you mind if I park in your conference room for a while? No, Commander Taylor.
Go ahead.
Thank you.
All right, gentlemen.
Now that we located the center of the galaxy I want to find that murder weapon.
Run every name connected to this case, including those of Mr.
Beebe's clients.
See if anyone is registered as owning an M1-10 rifle.
Thank you so much.
And if someone could please find out where Commander Taylor's office is I'd really appreciate it.
Thank you so much.
- Chief? - Yes? Break room.
- The break room's that way.
- Oh.
All right, people.
You heard her.
Let's hop to it.
Mr.
Walker wants to go home.
And he also wants to talk to his wife.
Cherie asked for protection.
Mr.
Walker needs to convince me he's not a threat.
Nice try, Johnson.
Walker is never talking to you again in a billion years.
What do you want to ask him? Honestly, Mr.
Murdoch at this point, I only want to eliminate Mr.
Walker as a suspect.
You're supposed to be one of the greatest liars.
And that's the best you can do? Really? Hm.
Okay.
- What makes Walker a suspect? - Including motive, Mr.
Beebe was shot from your client's terrace.
- While Walker was in Palm Springs.
We found a rifle mount in his house.
Let's go back over every murder since the invention of gunpowder see how many people were shot with rifle mounts.
I'm betting less than one.
Come on, Johnson.
You had a good crack at Walker and you blew it.
His alibi will stand.
You don't have any evidence to charge him for murder.
And he's not gonna talk to you ever again.
And how you're gonna get around all that, gosh, I'd love to know.
Letting Caleb go home makes me feel like he could be innocent, I guess but I'm not sure I feel safe trying to make up with him.
Well, that's why we're wiring you up, sweetheart.
So you can feel safe.
And the minute you don't feel safe, just say the word "cinnamon" and we'll be right there.
- Cinnamon.
Cinnamon.
Cinnamon.
Listen.
It's important that you try and reconcile with Caleb because if I can't put him away, he would get everything in a divorce.
Like, even the house? Mm-hm.
But don't you worry about helping me convict him.
Just say you're sorry and we'll see how he reacts.
Okay? Wow.
Okay.
Synonym.
Synonym.
"Cimmanon.
" Salt.
Just say "salt.
" Okay? - Salt.
- Okay.
- Okay.
- There you go.
Thank you.
Be careful.
Bye now.
Chief, I thought you said wiring up Cherie and sending her to her husband was the most irresponsible thing.
At that moment.
I said at that moment it was the most irresponsible thing.
We're at a different moment.
And I have no other way of getting Walker to talk.
Salt.
Salt, salt, salt.
Caleb? Caleb, are you here? Caleb? Where are you? Caleb? I'm sorry about your boyfriend.
He He wasn't my boyfriend, Caleb.
Let me explain.
What's to explain? You fell in love with somebody else.
And it didn't work out.
Now you want to come back home.
Chief, I don't like this.
No.
She hasn't said the safe word.
What happened between Steven and me, it wasn't love.
What was it? - Just sex? Is that it? - No.
I mean, yes.
I mean, it was just a moment of weakness.
And I promise you, it will never, ever, happen again.
You're right.
It won't.
- Cinnamon.
- Go, go, go.
Cinnamon.
Cinnamon.
Salt.
Salt! Salt! Salt.
Let her go! Let her go, sir! You let her go now or I will shoot you dead.
I will shoot you.
- Keep your hands where I can see.
- Okay.
- Keep them where I can see.
- Okay.
Get up.
Get your hands behind your back.
You are under arrest for the attempted murder of your wife.
You have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say can be used against you.
If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed to you by the state.
Have you heard and understood these rights? - He tried to kill me.
- Yes.
He did, didn't he? Oh.
Welcome to what used to be our multimedia center.
Oh, this is much bigger than our old electronics room.
We could have video-conferenced in here with other divisions.
Citywide.
Did we need to do that, lieutenant? Really? No, but it would have been cool.
We can still use every video feed we have.
And I'll be all set up to record in about five minutes.
What the hell is going on here? Look.
Not everyone is as blindly in love with this new building as you are.
And I I have an obligation to the justice system that supersedes your desire to keep this headquarters as some kind of I meant what's going on with Caleb Walker? - Oh, that.
- Yes, that.
You wired his wife and sent her in.
That's a violation of his Miranda rights.
No, it wasn't.
Cherie was cautioned against asking her husband anything.
The wire was only there to ensure her safety.
- She was nearly strangled to death.
- She'll live.
What are you doing here? I thought you had some announcement to make.
I'm trying to make sure it doesn't turn into a list of apologies.
It won't.
Lieutenant, would you bring in the victim's computer? Thanks, Detective Sanchez.
Let's pretend the wire was legal.
You've charged Walker with attempted.
Why haven't you for killing Beebe? Well, for one thing, he had an alibi.
- You didn't care about that yesterday.
- Now it helps me make my case.
I thought your case was made when Walker tried to kill Cherie.
Yes, he wanted his wife dead.
And he's a killer.
But not the type to off Steven Beebe.
- The gun was fired from his house.
- But not by him.
- Okay.
What am I missing here? - The murder weapon.
And, unfortunately, I still can't find it, but I do know where it came from.
Detective Sanchez, fill Chief Pope in, please? A version of the M1-10 was stolen from a house Mr.
Beebe remodeled months ago.
And during that same robbery, the thief also took this microwave oven.
And from the crime scene, the victim's laptop.
Whenever Mr.
Beebe became infatuated with someone he changed the passwords on his computers to his new girlfriend's name.
Cherie.
She had access to the terrace.
And her husband was out of town.
How could Cherie have stolen a rifle from one of Mr.
Beebe's clients months before she even met him? The relevant fact here is that the victim changed the log-in password on his computer to her name.
Which made me wonder.
What had the password been before? He used my wife's name as a password.
I don't know what you think.
Yes, you do, sir.
It means your wife had an affair with your best friend.
- That's a lie.
- It's not a lie, and you know it's not.
Are you trying to get me to say something bad about Melanie? That's not legal, for one thing.
And she'd never have had sex with Steven, either.
Not only did she have sex with him, she was in love with him.
Would you like me to read aloud from the e-mail account Melanie set up to communicate with Steven behind your back? I could start with the e-mail she sent warning him that you had found her phone and looked at messages they were sending.
You had access to the house because you were renovating their terrace.
But most importantly, sir you knew how fascinated your friend was with the stars.
How excited was he about the lights going out in his neighborhood? I bet very.
Enough, maybe, to tell you about it? Then there was the theft you reported months ago from a house you were remodeling.
Among the items listed as stolen was a rifle just like the one used to kill Mr.
Beebe.
No.
We fired all the employees responsible for taking that stuff.
All that stuff? We went to a house that you renovated soon after this so-called theft, and look at what we found in the kitchen.
It's the microwave you listed as having been stolen.
You know how we can tell? Because of the serial number right here.
That microwave gave me a search warrant for your house your car and everything else.
While we're sitting here, my squad is out looking for that murder weapon.
And when they find that rifle, I won't need to hear what you have to say anymore.
Now, you've been read your rights, Paul.
And while we still have the chance, I want to know your side of things.
You've watched your best friend pull his little routine on lots of dumb girls.
It must have been agony to find out your wife was one.
You have no idea.
But you didn't file for divorce.
You didn't quit your job.
Help me to understand why you didn't just walk away.
You mean, why didn't I just rip up my whole life? Give up my job, my house, my savings? You answer this, lady.
You're so smart.
Why should I be punished because my wife and best friend had an affair? Why should I be made to pay for their bad behavior? How is that right? You stole that rifle months before you ever used it.
So you must have tried to forgive them.
Well, I loved them, didn't I? And I did think, just for a moment, when Steven took up with Cherie that Melanie might see him for what he was.
But it only made things worse.
- And then - And then? And then Steven told me that he was gonna show Cherie the space station.
And he had this This smile.
And I thought, " Son of a bitch.
That's the way he smiled right before he screwed my wife.
" So you took this one opportunity where you knew Steven would be alone and Cherie's house would be empty.
And you left just enough evidence for us to think the husband did it but not enough evidence for us to arrest him.
Is that right, Paul? That's right.
See? The new building works just as well as the old one.
Now, if you will excuse me I think you'll be interested in the press conference I'm about to have.
And murdering your best friend, did it make things any better? Well they're certainly not any worse.
Hey, guys, why the hell is Taylor using Brenda's conference room as an office? Chief Johnson had a very similar question so I looked up the building's original plans.
- And this space was - It's Taylor's office.
Just say it.
- What? - The building was designed 10 years ago.
Long before Major Crimes ever came into existence.
And the commander in charge of coordinating with divisions which is Taylor's job, is supposed to be in here.
Oh, my God.
- Has anyone told Taylor? - No.
And we didn't want to tell the chief, either.
But we talked about it amongst ourselves and thought you could - I can't Fritzi.
Oh! How sweet of y'all to lug my stuff all the way up here.
And what is it you can't tell me? What is it I can't tell you? Why everyone is headed into your conference room.
Oh.
The big announcement.
And the city can be very proud.
We have lowered crime in Los Angeles.
We have increased respect for the justice system.
Now that he has supervised the transition of our department into the most technologically advanced facility in the world Chief of Police Edward J.
Thompson would like to make an announcement.
Thanks, Will.
For most of the last decade I've been privileged to serve as your chief.
- Good God.
- I am very proud of our - The old bastard is finally going to resign.
- Shh! The men and women of L.
A.
P.
D.
have made this city a safer place.
So that's the big announcement, huh? We're getting a new chief.
I love the people we serve - Who do you think it's gonna be? - Oh, I think we already know.
Do you really think that Will? Chief Pope is going to take over the entire department? - I do.
- From the look on his face, so does he.
That's why he loves this building so much.
He thinks it's his.