The Closer s06e04 Episode Script
Layover
So it's my first death notification and I'm a little nervous.
- Mm-hm.
- " Sorry about what happened to your grandpa, here's my card," you know: blah blah, blah.
Anyway, I'm about halfway out the door when my partner, Ray, says to me: "Hey, knucklehead, before they show up to see the body you maybe wanna go inside and tell the family that grandpa is missing his head.
" The grandfather had no head.
That's too much.
So I'm sure you two don't date all of your first class passengers.
Oh, no.
No.
Just the cute ones.
Are you enjoying the drive? Because if you're tired Oh, not at all, darling.
I could go all night.
- Ooh.
- Ha, ha.
Your destination is ahead.
The skies look very friendly.
You got everything you need? Shh! - My friend Ryan's in the guest room.
- Oh.
Shh.
- Do you know how to be quiet? - I think so.
Well, that's too bad.
Because I only know how to be loud.
Whoa.
I love the bovine motif.
- Do you? - Yeah.
I think I may have been a cow in another life.
Oh.
Ha, ha.
Hey, how about a little moo-sage, hmm? There's baby oil in the bathroom.
Twenty minutes.
Twenty minutes.
Baby oil.
Baby oil.
Ha, ha.
Fifteen minutes.
Fifteen minutes.
Heh.
Hey, Mr.
Policeman.
What do you think about these? Hmm? Ha, ha.
- How would you feel about a real pair? - What? Your friend Ryan.
Is he about 6 feet tall? Lots of tattoos? Not so talkative? Why? Oh, my God.
Who is that? You really don't know him? No.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
It's 93 degrees.
So, uh, there's no sign of forced entry suggesting that Ryan Wade either opened the door for the victim or he possibly picked him up for a hook up.
Really? People still pick up strangers for sex in this day and age? All right.
Ma'am was Ryan the sort to bring home someone like the man dead in the bathtub? I don't know.
I mean, I can't say.
Which is it? Don't know, or can't say? I barely know Ryan.
But if I ever thought he'd bring a man like that home I never would have given him the key.
Lieutenant, rather than just sit here why don't you get up and join the investigation? Ahem.
You know, chief, I don't think standing up is such a good idea right now.
Chief? Victim's got no ID.
Coroner's investigator says he's almost full lividity.
Liver temperature's 93 degrees placing time of death around 9 p.
m.
- That's good news.
- Why? The girls came back here after our flight but by 8 p.
m.
, we were all out having dinner at Musso and Frank's.
Yes, lieutenant, it's always good news when suspects in a homicide can point to us for their alibi.
Also, chief, our killer left big stubby fingerprints practically everywhere.
Ahem.
Well, uh, some of those fingerprints might be ahem, mine.
Two hands on the sink? Palm on the mirror? - Not the murder weapon? - Yes, aah! Yes.
All right? Look, at first I didn't know I was in a crime scene and I didn't clean up after myself because I didn't wanna run the risk of wiping away the killer's prints.
My actions throughout have been as highly professional as always.
Chief, do you want me to book these into evidence? No.
I'll run everything including our Juan Doe's prints through AFIS.
To be clear, we're calling this a major crime because? Look, whenever a member of my division stumbles on a body it is automatically a major crime.
All right.
Uh, Detective Gabriel, with me to the morgue.
And Lieutenants Flynn and Provenza, let's take our suspects downtown read their rights, keep them happy and talking.
Easy.
We were keeping them happy and talking before.
Yeah.
Ashley believes that she might have been a cow in a previous life.
Can you stand up yet? Give me five minutes, would you? Fine but according to the ad, soon you're gonna have to call a doctor.
The second cervical vertebrae is shattered, cause paralysis of the diaphragm and instant suffocation.
Wait.
Are you saying the killer broke this guy's neck with a baseball bat? Doubtful.
I mean, an athlete with your physique could have done that.
From what I can see, the person you're looking for wasn't picked first in gym class.
- I count 83 bruises - Hello? Gabriel here.
suggesting the assailant closed their eyes and swung.
Looks to me like Juan broke his neck when he tripped in the tub.
I'm not sure I'd call this a murder.
Seems to me more like, uh, accidental death in the middle of someone else's hissy fit.
Okay.
I will let her know.
Chief, AFIS identified our victim.
Jose Coto.
He's got numerous arrests for narcotics and connections to a local up and coming drug ring.
Thank you.
So the baseball bat didn't kill him? No.
Though it probably really annoyed him as he was dying from a broken neck.
Hmm.
Anyway, name was Ray Hodge and he was about to drop dead because he weighed about 900 pounds.
So how does a criminal with a drug history end up dead in the bathroom of a stewardess's condo? Uh, I think they're called flight attendants now, chief.
Really? We searched Ashley's condo.
No drugs or cash.
But we found the missing flight attendant, Wade's, cell phone.
And it was on, no incoming calls.
Okay.
I'd like the apartment gone over again, please.
This time by drug dogs.
- Detective Gabriel? - Uh, yes.
Chief, Wade made about $30,000 last year.
Most of it from Colonial Airlines.
And I see no signs of money trouble.
- And what about the women? - Well, I, uh, haven't done their financials yet.
But, um, neither one of them have criminal records.
Thank you so much.
I know what a casket's supposed to weigh.
- And this was really heavy.
- Ha, ha.
Oh.
Huh.
Now, how we all doing? We're tired.
Y'all are treating us like we had something to do with whatever happened to that bang-ganger.
For all we know, your acquaintance, Ryan Wade is out on some kind of murderous rampage.
What if we sent you home and he killed you too.
How would that make us look? - Maybe somebody kidnapped Ryan.
- Mm-hm.
Now, who would do that? Obviously, you don't watch the news because if you did you'd know that there are all kinds of people doing all sorts of terrible things for no reason whatsoever.
- That's true.
- Yeah.
You know, this is what I get for being nice.
I know.
The only reason I even offered Ryan my guest room was so he didn't have to spend the night in that trailer.
- Oh, God.
What trailer? Flight crews don't get layovers at fancy hotels anymore.
Between trips, nearly everyone has to stay here.
Hey, Don.
Remember that landing on Puget Sound about five years back? The hero pilot? Captain Don Ellis.
Retired Air Force lieutenant.
- He lives here now? - Yeah.
Ten days a month.
Can't beat the price and if you need a shower you can always use the 24-hour fitness around the corner.
Good morning, Margie.
You on a first-name basis with everybody here? Yeah.
Pretty much.
I'm kind of the unofficial "mayor" of Lot B.
Uh Oh, this is the one you're looking for.
This is where Ryan Wade would be staying.
Yeah.
L.
A.
P.
D.
We've got a warrant.
Go for it.
Chief.
Oh.
We found the missing flight attendant.
Ginger thinks there may have been drugs here.
I'm guessing whoever shot him didn't need a silencer.
To be fair, commander, your new office isn't really a cubicle.
It's more like a super-cubicle.
It has no door.
Well, as you know, many layoffs are coming and hopefully when space opens up we can find you an office more to your liking.
Thank you, chief.
Thirty years on the force and I get a cubicle.
A cubicle.
More complaints about the building? And how can I help you? Major Crimes has begun a murder investigation that appears drug-related.
- We could use help.
- Can't.
Since we started asking for full financial disclosure from Narcotics detectives, they've transferred.
One of the many things I'll fix when I'm chief.
What's your case about, anyway? Ah.
Well, before you get angry, last night Lieutenants Flynn and Provenza Yeah.
Already angry.
- Ah.
What have they done? - While escorting a fugitive back from Dallas, they struck up a date with a couple of stewardesses.
- What is this? The '70s? - Accompanying his date to her condo Lieutenant Provenza found the body of a known drug trafficker in the bathroom.
Another colleague staying there was missing, but has turned up.
Okay.
Well, that's good.
Only he turned up dead.
In a trailer where drugs had been present but couldn't be found.
Okay, so we have missing drugs and two dead bodies.
- Any suspects? - Only the women with Lieutenants Flynn and Provenza during the time of the first death.
Ah, Flynn and Provenza.
Ah.
Do you have any idea how difficult it is to explain this behavior when you're applying to be chief of police? I might.
What does that mean? I've been drafted to apply for the chief's position.
Believe me, it wasn't my idea.
Drafted? Who exactly drafted you? L.
A.
P.
D.
women's coordinator, Capt.
Raydor.
She was concerned that female officers from within the department weren't applying.
I need a day to think about this.
What? I said I need a day to think about this.
Considering I hired you, brought you here and backed you in every confrontation you've provoked over five years I don't think that's too much to ask, do you? Fine, we'll talk about it tomorrow.
Uh, what about my request for Narcotics officers? Denied.
Fine.
We'll do what we can.
I hope my inability to conduct this investigation properly doesn't end up reflecting poorly on you.
Chief, I need to talk to you about this cubicle business.
I'll be happy to discuss your workspace just as soon as I sort out my double homicide.
Thanks.
Buzz, have our guests said anything? Do you have any interest in bronzer, lip gloss or waxing? Uh, Detective Gabriel, anything from the canine unit at the condo? Uh, yes.
Just like in the trailer, the dogs went crazy.
And just like in the trailer, no narcotics were found.
Chief, I've gone over all the flight logs from all the trips that Ashley and Linda worked on during the past two years.
It looks like they flew with Ryan Wade over 90 times.
So much for your girlfriend barely knowing her dead house guest.
Whoa.
Chief, just because they worked together doesn't mean that they knew each other.
I mean, you think I have a clue as to what Buzz does off the clock? Something else.
Morgue went through our dead flight attendant's pockets and found his key.
Given that the killer locked the door They must have had their own key.
Thank you.
Hey, chief? Jose Coto, the dead guy at the condo? Turns out the feds had a flag on him.
We traded calls with the bureau and there's an agent who would like a word with you.
Oh, just one second.
Look, no matter what, Ryan Wade didn't shoot himself.
So there's still at least one killer outstanding.
I wanna know everything the women know.
But, chief, look.
I'm as anxious to close this as you are.
But Ashley and Linda, these are very respectable ladies.
- Flynn, back me up here.
- Sure thing.
Chief did we meet these girls yesterday? Absolutely.
Do we know them? Hardly.
Would I stake my reputation on their being on the up and up? No.
- Is it possible that? - Way to back me up, Flynn.
And this dead Ryan guy, I mean, he could be mixed up with anybody.
Lieutenant, has it even occurred to you that these women asked you out because they were using you? What? That's crazy.
I won't even dignify that with a response.
I know what's what, and these girls are crazy about us.
Is that so hard to believe? I'm so sorry.
I've been running all over and I should have called to say that this murder, now two murders, is taking a lot longer than I expected.
Oh, you've only just begun.
Meet Miguel Diaz from Honduras.
He owns a freight business here, which we suspected was enabling a growing drug operation.
Jose Coto, the guy you found last night, also from Honduras was one of Diaz's drivers.
Now he shows up dead in a flight attendant's condo and suddenly it all makes sense.
- Diaz's freight business is a front.
Let's him launder money while serving as a decoy for drug smuggling.
Which we now believe is handled by airline personnel.
Today, Diaz has one less operative working for him.
And I got two down the hall who I think are ready to spill.
- I'll let you know what I find out.
- Actually, Brenda honey I've been sent here to wheedle my way into your investigation.
This is me wheedling.
Well, we are short-handed when it comes to Narcotics.
Would you be helping solve my case or I be helping solve yours? Is it impossible that we could work this out happily together? Probably.
But I'm willing to try.
Oh, well, that's great news.
Now, if you think these two women are involved I don't see any rush to break them.
We hold onto them for a day.
- Are you asking me to wait a day? - Is that a problem? Yes, it is.
I have a better idea.
We've got orange juice, coffee, Sprite.
Uh, do you have Diet Coke? Uh, will Diet Pepsi do? - Gotten anything out of the girls yet? - No, but the girls have gotten plenty.
Oh, chief, we'll clear this stuff away for you.
Uh, actually, lieutenant, I'd appreciate it if y'all would just get out.
Get out.
Get out.
Get out.
Thank you so much.
Well, let me start by saying that my officers have made some surprising discoveries.
Ashley, you may be amazed to learn that there were drugs in your apartment.
Drugs? Ha! You mean like "drug" drugs? How would drugs get into Ashley's condo? You think just like a detective, Linda.
Well, I don't know.
But I suppose that Ryan could have carried drugs off the plane and into the condo, taking them with him after killing the man in the bathtub.
Does that sound even remotely possible to you? Can I be totally honest with you? I'd love for you to try.
I don't know Ryan that well.
But I have always been suspicious that he might be some kind of drug mule.
Now, why would you let a drug mule stay in your condo? Well, he has other positive qualities.
He's really good with the silverware.
And the trash.
- He keeps the galley spotless.
- Mm-hm.
And he's a very reliable phone message taker.
You mean, he was a reliable phone message taker.
- Just look at the damn screens, huh? - You see, when we went to that awful trailer this morning, we found Ryan.
But he was, unfortunately, dead.
Ryan's dead? Shot four times.
Twice in the head.
Now I'm sure if y'all had known Ryan well that would've made more impact.
But still, it must be a little upsetting.
I wonder who might have killed Ryan? Always thinking like a detective, aren't you, Linda? Who knows? As you've seen on the news, the world is a horrible place.
Especially for people who are involved in "drug" drugs like Ryan seems to have been.
By the way, have either of you young ladies ever seen this man before? His name is Miguel Diaz.
He's involved with drugs, money laundering and worse.
No.
- No? - No, sorry.
Well, that's wonderful.
And since y'all don't know anything at all and nothing connecting you to whoever shot Ryan Wade at point blank range, y'all are free to go.
Uh Wait, wait.
I mean, shouldn't we be protected? - From what? - From the unknown.
From, uh, whoever killed Ryan.
Oh, people tangled up in drug mule stuff like Ryan seems to have been those people, they always get what they have coming to them.
You, on the other hand, should be just fine.
- All right.
- Well, good luck.
Oh, um, perhaps Lieutenants Flynn and Provenza will see you out.
Ah.
Thank you.
Thank you so much.
Chief.
Chief, you're not gonna make those girls walk out of here to face God knows what? No, you and Flynn are gonna invite them to your house.
Buzz? - I'll get his place wired.
- As many cameras as you can hide.
Consider this chance to prove the women weren't using you.
And if they were? Use them back.
Only thing I don't like about Dallas is not enough Chinese take-out.
Well, maybe there aren't enough Jews.
My experience has been that the more Jews, the better the Chinese food.
It goes back to Moses who said, "With ten commandments you get egg rolls.
" - I don't get it.
- No one does.
- Okay.
- Here we go.
Mm, mm, mm.
It is so wonderful of you and Andy to let us stay here tonight.
If your boss finds out y'all won't get into trouble? Not a chance.
When he and I are off the clock, nobody tells us what to do.
Would you go easy on me if you knew I smuggled something off the plane? Buzz? Tiny wine, anybody? None for me.
But you go ahead.
Oh, you scared me there for a second.
So, what's the deal with your boss? Ha.
How do you mean exactly? It's like she thinks she's too good for the beauty pageant.
I mean, believe me, being from the south I know her type.
Like when she says thank you what she's saying is "you know where you can stick that.
" You know, some women, they just They hit that glass ceiling, you know, and they just get so bitter.
Mm-hm.
Dumplings anyone? These are delicious.
Don't pay attention to them.
Oh, please.
Do you think I care what a couple of stewardesses say about me? I think they're called flight attendants now, chief.
We'll get to see how good they look in orange jumpsuits.
Excuse me.
Hello? Lieutenant, let's not forget we're here to do something and that someday this may all get played in court.
No habla español.
Oh, you speak Spanish.
Wow.
Ah.
Here we go, oh, beautiful one.
- Ha, ha.
- The last sip for you.
Oh.
Thank you.
Feels so safe being here with you two.
Andy? After you find the person who killed Ryan will we still have anything to worry about? Who's to say? As it is, I don't have a clue why someone would've killed Ryan in the first place.
Do you think that it's possible that we could talk to each other like - Like we're regular people.
- Yeah.
I mean, could we take off our uniforms a minute and trust each other? Girls.
Listen, Flynn and I work murders.
If this is about, I don't know, drugs, maybe believe me, we don't give a damn about that.
Well, that guy who you found dead in the tub? Maybe we did know him a little.
How little? A few years ago our airline added a flight from Honduras.
The coffee we brew on the plane comes in sealed bags.
Regular has a green dot, decaf has a yellow dot.
And the bags they stocked in Honduras with cocaine had a white dot.
We just had to make sure we didn't accidentally open the wrong bag.
After we'd land, we'd take all the white dot bags and put them in a big black trash bag and we were done.
Jose, the guy in my bathtub? Later on he'd come by with cash.
How often was this? - Once a month.
- Ah.
Then once a week.
Then every L.
A.
flight connecting from Honduras.
Only over time the drug people gave us less and less for doing the same thing.
I mean, they said it was the recession, but, ugh, I mean, I don't know.
A girl's gotta live.
So this week we decided to do something we'd never done before.
Since the airline stopped giving us meals we put our food in little cooler bags.
And yesterday, Ryan took all the white dot packets and carried it in his bag off the plane for us.
Ryan was supposed to hold onto the drugs until we could sell them to this contact I made.
Only I guess things got complicated for Ryan while we were at dinner.
You don't have any idea who might've shot him? No.
We only ever dealt with Jose.
Nobody else was involved in this? Besides the people in Honduras who we didn't really know, no.
It was just us.
What we did really isn't that bad, is it? Ha, ha.
Kelly, our friend who washes hair in a hair salon she doesn't declare any of her tips.
- Mm-mm.
That is not legal.
Chief, you get the sense there's a hole in this story? Big enough to fly a plane through.
We are close to a direct connection with Miguel Diaz, though.
And look at this.
Whenever our flight attendants were on a plane connecting from Honduras it was almost always with the same captain.
Captain Mark Wheeler.
Captain Wheeler I'm Brenda Leigh Johnson from the L.
A.
P.
D.
Major Crimes and Agent Fritz Howard from the FBI.
Look, am I under arrest or am I just being questioned? Because your officer read me my rights then walked off with all my belongings.
I apologize.
We ask people to empty pockets before interviews for our own security.
And you are welcome to leave but we'd appreciate it if you'd answer questions first.
- About? - Ryan Wade.
Huh.
So he did call you guys then.
He told you he was gonna call us? Look, there's this, uh, trailer next to the airport where some of us stay.
Anyway, Ryan burst in on me and launched into this convoluted story about drugs and smuggling and a guy who was dead, honestly.
I didn't know if he was for real or if this was some psychotic delusion.
So, what exactly did you say to Mr.
Wade? Well, that he should go to the police.
Did Mr.
Wade have drugs with him when he arrived at the trailer? No, no.
He said that he had sold them to somebody else.
That's pretty much all I got from him before I took off.
And you left him in the trailer? Ryan said he was convinced that these drug people were after him.
So I went to a hotel because, uh, he scared the crap out of me.
Well, I'm sorry to inform you, sir, that we found Ryan Wade yesterday and he'd been shot to death.
Oh, my God.
Oh.
Do you have any idea how Mr.
Wade's killer might have found him? Uh You know, uh, Ryan came in a cab.
So perhaps they followed the cab to the parking lot.
No break-in and the trailer door was locked when we discovered the body.
Who else besides you and Mr.
Wade have a key? Obviously, the owner.
And that would be? It's one of the women we fly with.
Ashley Rogers.
Ashley Rogers has two homes in L.
A.
We found bodies in both of them.
Provenza sure can pick them.
Chief, Wheeler said that Ryan arrived by taxi.
None of the cab companies had a pick-up during that time from Ashley's condo to the airport.
Ryan Wade didn't walk to that trailer.
He didn't fly.
He may not have had to, chief.
Ashley Rogers has a car registered in Texas that's been collecting parking tickets in L.
A.
It's not in the condo's garage.
It's not on the streets.
- I'm betting Wade took it.
- Ashley didn't tell us about the car.
Captain Wheeler lied to us about how Wade got to the trailer.
Makes you wonder what those two aren't telling us.
I don't know.
But I think starting a family argument might help us find out.
Detective Sanchez, may I see Captain Wheeler's effects? Why didn't you tell us you had a car? You never asked, and I didn't know it was missing.
Ryan knew I wasn't insured for an additional driver so if he took it without my permission, that's theft.
If Capt.
Wheeler says he didn't know about this well, then he is the biggest lying liar ever.
He came to us with the idea.
I bet all that cocaine Ryan had is still in my car.
And somebody's gotta get it before the drug people come for us.
Ryan probably parked it in the personnel lot.
Someone should check.
We will, believe me.
There's just one more thing I wanna know.
And I want an honest answer.
Did you agree to go out with me and Flynn because we could keep you safe until you got rid of the drugs and left town? Well, not only.
But maybe mainly.
Yeah, this is Flynn.
Give me the chief.
Thanks.
So, what you're saying is you were never really attracted to us? Not so much.
But I'm sure other women are.
If you ever came to Dallas, my mama would go out with you in a heartbeat.
Oh, mine too.
So they say that the captain was behind the whole thing.
Thank you, lieutenant.
Arrest them refresh their memories about rights and get them down here quickly.
You got it, chief.
See you in about 20 minutes.
All right, you two.
I want you to get your stuff.
We're going downtown right now.
Come on.
What? Are you upset about those two? Forget about them.
They're criminals.
And they're not the only two flight attendants out there.
I think we just chose the wrong airline.
Chief, I went through all the keys, and none are for the trailer.
Thank you so much, Detective Sanchez.
So sorry to keep you in a holding pattern, Captain Wheeler.
We're always behind schedule here.
You know what that's like.
So much you can tell about a person from what they carry in their pocket.
For example, looking at this, I'd think that you grew up on a farm.
Or maybe you just have a thing for cheese.
Am I close? Those aren't my car keys.
Aren't they? Oh, who do they belong to? - Ashley.
- Ashley? Ashley Rogers? The woman you implied earlier was responsible for the murder of Ryan Wade? That Ashley? Yes.
That Ashley.
How is it that you have Ashley Rogers' car? - I borrowed it.
- Oh, that's easy enough to confirm.
Would you get Ashley Rogers on the line? Oh, no.
Okay, look.
Uh, I didn't mention it before because I didn't wanna complicate things.
I got Ashley's car from Ryan.
And that would complicate things how? What, if we would've known, we'd have gone and looked for it and found the cooler of narcotics with your fingerprints on it? You are under arrest for the murder of Ryan Wade.
- Let's go.
- Wait.
I didn't kill Ryan.
That's not how it looks to me, and not how it's gonna look to a jury.
Wait a minute.
I'm telling you when I left When I left that trailer, Ryan was fine.
Where's your key to the trailer? - What? - Your key.
You were in the trailer when Ryan got there, so you have a key.
Where is it? - Do you have any idea what is going on? - Mr.
Wheeler Used to be when people saw me coming that they would stand to attention.
I was one notch below an astronaut.
Now I'm barely a bus driver.
I get it, Captain Wheeler.
Your glory days are over.
Who did you give the key to? I'm arresting someone for the murder of Ryan Wade.
Either going to be you or whoever you gave that key to.
I did not give that key to anyone.
I left that key outside the door.
For Miguel Diaz.
Did you leave the drugs for Diaz? You know something? Ryan killed his guy with a bat.
Think returning that cocaine was gonna save his life? They were gonna kill him so why not take the dope, make the most of things? Where are the drugs now, Mr.
Wheeler? As far as I know, they're in Ashley's car.
And where did you tell Mr.
Diaz they were? I told him that I didn't know.
That I'd look for them.
Well, then.
You're gonna call Mr.
Diaz.
You're gonna tell him you found them.
Hey.
Hey, let's pick it up in there, would you? Look, we'll go downtown and we'll sort this out.
Yeah.
Yeah, and everyone will see we're a couple of idiots.
It's hard to know how we could look any stupider.
What the? Is that your car? Yeah.
Yeah, but the joke's on them.
I'm nearly out of gas! I bet they're going to the airport personnel lot.
Please tell me that you are not calling the chief.
I'm calling a cab.
Detective Sanchez? Ready, chief.
I can see Ashley's car.
- Lieutenant Tao? - All set, chief.
Just make the exchange.
Drugs for the money and key, and walk.
We've got you covered from all sides.
What in the hell? Hey.
Stop.
That's not yours.
- Go.
Go.
Go.
- Keep going.
Keep going.
Keep going.
- Go.
Go.
Go.
- Keep going.
Go.
Go.
Go.
- We see you.
Stop that cart.
- Go.
Turn around.
Back up.
- Police! - Hands in your head.
- Hands in the air.
- Police.
Put your hands up.
- Put your hands up.
- Hey, wait a minute.
- Get back here.
- Get them up.
Get them up.
This is not good.
Right there.
Turn around.
Turn around.
- Go.
Go.
Go.
- Get your hands up.
Chief, nine mil.
You guys got all this under control? Yes, lieutenant.
Thank you so much.
Good.
Now where the hell is my car? Where's my car? Hey, you skanks.
Bring me my car! Bye-bye.
Have a nice day now.
Bye-bye.
See you again real soon.
- Thank you so much.
- No, thank you.
Ah, didn't work out so badly, did it? Closed two murder cases and broke a narcotics ring.
And spent more time together in two days than all of last month.
- Happy, happy.
- Don't stay too late.
And good luck with Pope, huh? Oh, Commander Taylor, I love what you've done with the space.
Well, chief, you know, it may not look it but square foot-wise, it's bigger than my old office.
- Do you have a minute? - Been meaning to find you.
To offer my congratulations.
Thank you.
And to say, I thought about what we discussed earlier and, uh, I think you should submit your application for chief of police.
I'm only sorry I didn't recognize that yesterday.
- Are you? - Yes.
It seems obvious now.
There should be a high-ranking female from within the department applying.
If there's gonna be a woman in the pool, better you than somebody else.
And that's because? Your presence will deter other women from applying.
And, you know, you'll be given "serious consideration.
" But they'll never hire you as chief in a million years, so it's perfect for me.
Is that so? What makes you so certain I won't get it? Brenda, please.
You can't even control your own officers.
Flynn and Provenza were outwitted by stewardesses.
- Flight attendants.
And they weren't.
- Really? Where are they now? You know, if you hadn't called them a couple of skanks they would've told us where they parked your car.
Just saying.
Do you think it's possible for you to shut up? Look to the left, I'll look to the right.
Hey, I'm not the one who started talking Oh, you're the one that picked them up in that place.
- No, I was not - Every woman, you gotta Oh, well, you're the one
- Mm-hm.
- " Sorry about what happened to your grandpa, here's my card," you know: blah blah, blah.
Anyway, I'm about halfway out the door when my partner, Ray, says to me: "Hey, knucklehead, before they show up to see the body you maybe wanna go inside and tell the family that grandpa is missing his head.
" The grandfather had no head.
That's too much.
So I'm sure you two don't date all of your first class passengers.
Oh, no.
No.
Just the cute ones.
Are you enjoying the drive? Because if you're tired Oh, not at all, darling.
I could go all night.
- Ooh.
- Ha, ha.
Your destination is ahead.
The skies look very friendly.
You got everything you need? Shh! - My friend Ryan's in the guest room.
- Oh.
Shh.
- Do you know how to be quiet? - I think so.
Well, that's too bad.
Because I only know how to be loud.
Whoa.
I love the bovine motif.
- Do you? - Yeah.
I think I may have been a cow in another life.
Oh.
Ha, ha.
Hey, how about a little moo-sage, hmm? There's baby oil in the bathroom.
Twenty minutes.
Twenty minutes.
Baby oil.
Baby oil.
Ha, ha.
Fifteen minutes.
Fifteen minutes.
Heh.
Hey, Mr.
Policeman.
What do you think about these? Hmm? Ha, ha.
- How would you feel about a real pair? - What? Your friend Ryan.
Is he about 6 feet tall? Lots of tattoos? Not so talkative? Why? Oh, my God.
Who is that? You really don't know him? No.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
It's 93 degrees.
So, uh, there's no sign of forced entry suggesting that Ryan Wade either opened the door for the victim or he possibly picked him up for a hook up.
Really? People still pick up strangers for sex in this day and age? All right.
Ma'am was Ryan the sort to bring home someone like the man dead in the bathtub? I don't know.
I mean, I can't say.
Which is it? Don't know, or can't say? I barely know Ryan.
But if I ever thought he'd bring a man like that home I never would have given him the key.
Lieutenant, rather than just sit here why don't you get up and join the investigation? Ahem.
You know, chief, I don't think standing up is such a good idea right now.
Chief? Victim's got no ID.
Coroner's investigator says he's almost full lividity.
Liver temperature's 93 degrees placing time of death around 9 p.
m.
- That's good news.
- Why? The girls came back here after our flight but by 8 p.
m.
, we were all out having dinner at Musso and Frank's.
Yes, lieutenant, it's always good news when suspects in a homicide can point to us for their alibi.
Also, chief, our killer left big stubby fingerprints practically everywhere.
Ahem.
Well, uh, some of those fingerprints might be ahem, mine.
Two hands on the sink? Palm on the mirror? - Not the murder weapon? - Yes, aah! Yes.
All right? Look, at first I didn't know I was in a crime scene and I didn't clean up after myself because I didn't wanna run the risk of wiping away the killer's prints.
My actions throughout have been as highly professional as always.
Chief, do you want me to book these into evidence? No.
I'll run everything including our Juan Doe's prints through AFIS.
To be clear, we're calling this a major crime because? Look, whenever a member of my division stumbles on a body it is automatically a major crime.
All right.
Uh, Detective Gabriel, with me to the morgue.
And Lieutenants Flynn and Provenza, let's take our suspects downtown read their rights, keep them happy and talking.
Easy.
We were keeping them happy and talking before.
Yeah.
Ashley believes that she might have been a cow in a previous life.
Can you stand up yet? Give me five minutes, would you? Fine but according to the ad, soon you're gonna have to call a doctor.
The second cervical vertebrae is shattered, cause paralysis of the diaphragm and instant suffocation.
Wait.
Are you saying the killer broke this guy's neck with a baseball bat? Doubtful.
I mean, an athlete with your physique could have done that.
From what I can see, the person you're looking for wasn't picked first in gym class.
- I count 83 bruises - Hello? Gabriel here.
suggesting the assailant closed their eyes and swung.
Looks to me like Juan broke his neck when he tripped in the tub.
I'm not sure I'd call this a murder.
Seems to me more like, uh, accidental death in the middle of someone else's hissy fit.
Okay.
I will let her know.
Chief, AFIS identified our victim.
Jose Coto.
He's got numerous arrests for narcotics and connections to a local up and coming drug ring.
Thank you.
So the baseball bat didn't kill him? No.
Though it probably really annoyed him as he was dying from a broken neck.
Hmm.
Anyway, name was Ray Hodge and he was about to drop dead because he weighed about 900 pounds.
So how does a criminal with a drug history end up dead in the bathroom of a stewardess's condo? Uh, I think they're called flight attendants now, chief.
Really? We searched Ashley's condo.
No drugs or cash.
But we found the missing flight attendant, Wade's, cell phone.
And it was on, no incoming calls.
Okay.
I'd like the apartment gone over again, please.
This time by drug dogs.
- Detective Gabriel? - Uh, yes.
Chief, Wade made about $30,000 last year.
Most of it from Colonial Airlines.
And I see no signs of money trouble.
- And what about the women? - Well, I, uh, haven't done their financials yet.
But, um, neither one of them have criminal records.
Thank you so much.
I know what a casket's supposed to weigh.
- And this was really heavy.
- Ha, ha.
Oh.
Huh.
Now, how we all doing? We're tired.
Y'all are treating us like we had something to do with whatever happened to that bang-ganger.
For all we know, your acquaintance, Ryan Wade is out on some kind of murderous rampage.
What if we sent you home and he killed you too.
How would that make us look? - Maybe somebody kidnapped Ryan.
- Mm-hm.
Now, who would do that? Obviously, you don't watch the news because if you did you'd know that there are all kinds of people doing all sorts of terrible things for no reason whatsoever.
- That's true.
- Yeah.
You know, this is what I get for being nice.
I know.
The only reason I even offered Ryan my guest room was so he didn't have to spend the night in that trailer.
- Oh, God.
What trailer? Flight crews don't get layovers at fancy hotels anymore.
Between trips, nearly everyone has to stay here.
Hey, Don.
Remember that landing on Puget Sound about five years back? The hero pilot? Captain Don Ellis.
Retired Air Force lieutenant.
- He lives here now? - Yeah.
Ten days a month.
Can't beat the price and if you need a shower you can always use the 24-hour fitness around the corner.
Good morning, Margie.
You on a first-name basis with everybody here? Yeah.
Pretty much.
I'm kind of the unofficial "mayor" of Lot B.
Uh Oh, this is the one you're looking for.
This is where Ryan Wade would be staying.
Yeah.
L.
A.
P.
D.
We've got a warrant.
Go for it.
Chief.
Oh.
We found the missing flight attendant.
Ginger thinks there may have been drugs here.
I'm guessing whoever shot him didn't need a silencer.
To be fair, commander, your new office isn't really a cubicle.
It's more like a super-cubicle.
It has no door.
Well, as you know, many layoffs are coming and hopefully when space opens up we can find you an office more to your liking.
Thank you, chief.
Thirty years on the force and I get a cubicle.
A cubicle.
More complaints about the building? And how can I help you? Major Crimes has begun a murder investigation that appears drug-related.
- We could use help.
- Can't.
Since we started asking for full financial disclosure from Narcotics detectives, they've transferred.
One of the many things I'll fix when I'm chief.
What's your case about, anyway? Ah.
Well, before you get angry, last night Lieutenants Flynn and Provenza Yeah.
Already angry.
- Ah.
What have they done? - While escorting a fugitive back from Dallas, they struck up a date with a couple of stewardesses.
- What is this? The '70s? - Accompanying his date to her condo Lieutenant Provenza found the body of a known drug trafficker in the bathroom.
Another colleague staying there was missing, but has turned up.
Okay.
Well, that's good.
Only he turned up dead.
In a trailer where drugs had been present but couldn't be found.
Okay, so we have missing drugs and two dead bodies.
- Any suspects? - Only the women with Lieutenants Flynn and Provenza during the time of the first death.
Ah, Flynn and Provenza.
Ah.
Do you have any idea how difficult it is to explain this behavior when you're applying to be chief of police? I might.
What does that mean? I've been drafted to apply for the chief's position.
Believe me, it wasn't my idea.
Drafted? Who exactly drafted you? L.
A.
P.
D.
women's coordinator, Capt.
Raydor.
She was concerned that female officers from within the department weren't applying.
I need a day to think about this.
What? I said I need a day to think about this.
Considering I hired you, brought you here and backed you in every confrontation you've provoked over five years I don't think that's too much to ask, do you? Fine, we'll talk about it tomorrow.
Uh, what about my request for Narcotics officers? Denied.
Fine.
We'll do what we can.
I hope my inability to conduct this investigation properly doesn't end up reflecting poorly on you.
Chief, I need to talk to you about this cubicle business.
I'll be happy to discuss your workspace just as soon as I sort out my double homicide.
Thanks.
Buzz, have our guests said anything? Do you have any interest in bronzer, lip gloss or waxing? Uh, Detective Gabriel, anything from the canine unit at the condo? Uh, yes.
Just like in the trailer, the dogs went crazy.
And just like in the trailer, no narcotics were found.
Chief, I've gone over all the flight logs from all the trips that Ashley and Linda worked on during the past two years.
It looks like they flew with Ryan Wade over 90 times.
So much for your girlfriend barely knowing her dead house guest.
Whoa.
Chief, just because they worked together doesn't mean that they knew each other.
I mean, you think I have a clue as to what Buzz does off the clock? Something else.
Morgue went through our dead flight attendant's pockets and found his key.
Given that the killer locked the door They must have had their own key.
Thank you.
Hey, chief? Jose Coto, the dead guy at the condo? Turns out the feds had a flag on him.
We traded calls with the bureau and there's an agent who would like a word with you.
Oh, just one second.
Look, no matter what, Ryan Wade didn't shoot himself.
So there's still at least one killer outstanding.
I wanna know everything the women know.
But, chief, look.
I'm as anxious to close this as you are.
But Ashley and Linda, these are very respectable ladies.
- Flynn, back me up here.
- Sure thing.
Chief did we meet these girls yesterday? Absolutely.
Do we know them? Hardly.
Would I stake my reputation on their being on the up and up? No.
- Is it possible that? - Way to back me up, Flynn.
And this dead Ryan guy, I mean, he could be mixed up with anybody.
Lieutenant, has it even occurred to you that these women asked you out because they were using you? What? That's crazy.
I won't even dignify that with a response.
I know what's what, and these girls are crazy about us.
Is that so hard to believe? I'm so sorry.
I've been running all over and I should have called to say that this murder, now two murders, is taking a lot longer than I expected.
Oh, you've only just begun.
Meet Miguel Diaz from Honduras.
He owns a freight business here, which we suspected was enabling a growing drug operation.
Jose Coto, the guy you found last night, also from Honduras was one of Diaz's drivers.
Now he shows up dead in a flight attendant's condo and suddenly it all makes sense.
- Diaz's freight business is a front.
Let's him launder money while serving as a decoy for drug smuggling.
Which we now believe is handled by airline personnel.
Today, Diaz has one less operative working for him.
And I got two down the hall who I think are ready to spill.
- I'll let you know what I find out.
- Actually, Brenda honey I've been sent here to wheedle my way into your investigation.
This is me wheedling.
Well, we are short-handed when it comes to Narcotics.
Would you be helping solve my case or I be helping solve yours? Is it impossible that we could work this out happily together? Probably.
But I'm willing to try.
Oh, well, that's great news.
Now, if you think these two women are involved I don't see any rush to break them.
We hold onto them for a day.
- Are you asking me to wait a day? - Is that a problem? Yes, it is.
I have a better idea.
We've got orange juice, coffee, Sprite.
Uh, do you have Diet Coke? Uh, will Diet Pepsi do? - Gotten anything out of the girls yet? - No, but the girls have gotten plenty.
Oh, chief, we'll clear this stuff away for you.
Uh, actually, lieutenant, I'd appreciate it if y'all would just get out.
Get out.
Get out.
Get out.
Thank you so much.
Well, let me start by saying that my officers have made some surprising discoveries.
Ashley, you may be amazed to learn that there were drugs in your apartment.
Drugs? Ha! You mean like "drug" drugs? How would drugs get into Ashley's condo? You think just like a detective, Linda.
Well, I don't know.
But I suppose that Ryan could have carried drugs off the plane and into the condo, taking them with him after killing the man in the bathtub.
Does that sound even remotely possible to you? Can I be totally honest with you? I'd love for you to try.
I don't know Ryan that well.
But I have always been suspicious that he might be some kind of drug mule.
Now, why would you let a drug mule stay in your condo? Well, he has other positive qualities.
He's really good with the silverware.
And the trash.
- He keeps the galley spotless.
- Mm-hm.
And he's a very reliable phone message taker.
You mean, he was a reliable phone message taker.
- Just look at the damn screens, huh? - You see, when we went to that awful trailer this morning, we found Ryan.
But he was, unfortunately, dead.
Ryan's dead? Shot four times.
Twice in the head.
Now I'm sure if y'all had known Ryan well that would've made more impact.
But still, it must be a little upsetting.
I wonder who might have killed Ryan? Always thinking like a detective, aren't you, Linda? Who knows? As you've seen on the news, the world is a horrible place.
Especially for people who are involved in "drug" drugs like Ryan seems to have been.
By the way, have either of you young ladies ever seen this man before? His name is Miguel Diaz.
He's involved with drugs, money laundering and worse.
No.
- No? - No, sorry.
Well, that's wonderful.
And since y'all don't know anything at all and nothing connecting you to whoever shot Ryan Wade at point blank range, y'all are free to go.
Uh Wait, wait.
I mean, shouldn't we be protected? - From what? - From the unknown.
From, uh, whoever killed Ryan.
Oh, people tangled up in drug mule stuff like Ryan seems to have been those people, they always get what they have coming to them.
You, on the other hand, should be just fine.
- All right.
- Well, good luck.
Oh, um, perhaps Lieutenants Flynn and Provenza will see you out.
Ah.
Thank you.
Thank you so much.
Chief.
Chief, you're not gonna make those girls walk out of here to face God knows what? No, you and Flynn are gonna invite them to your house.
Buzz? - I'll get his place wired.
- As many cameras as you can hide.
Consider this chance to prove the women weren't using you.
And if they were? Use them back.
Only thing I don't like about Dallas is not enough Chinese take-out.
Well, maybe there aren't enough Jews.
My experience has been that the more Jews, the better the Chinese food.
It goes back to Moses who said, "With ten commandments you get egg rolls.
" - I don't get it.
- No one does.
- Okay.
- Here we go.
Mm, mm, mm.
It is so wonderful of you and Andy to let us stay here tonight.
If your boss finds out y'all won't get into trouble? Not a chance.
When he and I are off the clock, nobody tells us what to do.
Would you go easy on me if you knew I smuggled something off the plane? Buzz? Tiny wine, anybody? None for me.
But you go ahead.
Oh, you scared me there for a second.
So, what's the deal with your boss? Ha.
How do you mean exactly? It's like she thinks she's too good for the beauty pageant.
I mean, believe me, being from the south I know her type.
Like when she says thank you what she's saying is "you know where you can stick that.
" You know, some women, they just They hit that glass ceiling, you know, and they just get so bitter.
Mm-hm.
Dumplings anyone? These are delicious.
Don't pay attention to them.
Oh, please.
Do you think I care what a couple of stewardesses say about me? I think they're called flight attendants now, chief.
We'll get to see how good they look in orange jumpsuits.
Excuse me.
Hello? Lieutenant, let's not forget we're here to do something and that someday this may all get played in court.
No habla español.
Oh, you speak Spanish.
Wow.
Ah.
Here we go, oh, beautiful one.
- Ha, ha.
- The last sip for you.
Oh.
Thank you.
Feels so safe being here with you two.
Andy? After you find the person who killed Ryan will we still have anything to worry about? Who's to say? As it is, I don't have a clue why someone would've killed Ryan in the first place.
Do you think that it's possible that we could talk to each other like - Like we're regular people.
- Yeah.
I mean, could we take off our uniforms a minute and trust each other? Girls.
Listen, Flynn and I work murders.
If this is about, I don't know, drugs, maybe believe me, we don't give a damn about that.
Well, that guy who you found dead in the tub? Maybe we did know him a little.
How little? A few years ago our airline added a flight from Honduras.
The coffee we brew on the plane comes in sealed bags.
Regular has a green dot, decaf has a yellow dot.
And the bags they stocked in Honduras with cocaine had a white dot.
We just had to make sure we didn't accidentally open the wrong bag.
After we'd land, we'd take all the white dot bags and put them in a big black trash bag and we were done.
Jose, the guy in my bathtub? Later on he'd come by with cash.
How often was this? - Once a month.
- Ah.
Then once a week.
Then every L.
A.
flight connecting from Honduras.
Only over time the drug people gave us less and less for doing the same thing.
I mean, they said it was the recession, but, ugh, I mean, I don't know.
A girl's gotta live.
So this week we decided to do something we'd never done before.
Since the airline stopped giving us meals we put our food in little cooler bags.
And yesterday, Ryan took all the white dot packets and carried it in his bag off the plane for us.
Ryan was supposed to hold onto the drugs until we could sell them to this contact I made.
Only I guess things got complicated for Ryan while we were at dinner.
You don't have any idea who might've shot him? No.
We only ever dealt with Jose.
Nobody else was involved in this? Besides the people in Honduras who we didn't really know, no.
It was just us.
What we did really isn't that bad, is it? Ha, ha.
Kelly, our friend who washes hair in a hair salon she doesn't declare any of her tips.
- Mm-mm.
That is not legal.
Chief, you get the sense there's a hole in this story? Big enough to fly a plane through.
We are close to a direct connection with Miguel Diaz, though.
And look at this.
Whenever our flight attendants were on a plane connecting from Honduras it was almost always with the same captain.
Captain Mark Wheeler.
Captain Wheeler I'm Brenda Leigh Johnson from the L.
A.
P.
D.
Major Crimes and Agent Fritz Howard from the FBI.
Look, am I under arrest or am I just being questioned? Because your officer read me my rights then walked off with all my belongings.
I apologize.
We ask people to empty pockets before interviews for our own security.
And you are welcome to leave but we'd appreciate it if you'd answer questions first.
- About? - Ryan Wade.
Huh.
So he did call you guys then.
He told you he was gonna call us? Look, there's this, uh, trailer next to the airport where some of us stay.
Anyway, Ryan burst in on me and launched into this convoluted story about drugs and smuggling and a guy who was dead, honestly.
I didn't know if he was for real or if this was some psychotic delusion.
So, what exactly did you say to Mr.
Wade? Well, that he should go to the police.
Did Mr.
Wade have drugs with him when he arrived at the trailer? No, no.
He said that he had sold them to somebody else.
That's pretty much all I got from him before I took off.
And you left him in the trailer? Ryan said he was convinced that these drug people were after him.
So I went to a hotel because, uh, he scared the crap out of me.
Well, I'm sorry to inform you, sir, that we found Ryan Wade yesterday and he'd been shot to death.
Oh, my God.
Oh.
Do you have any idea how Mr.
Wade's killer might have found him? Uh You know, uh, Ryan came in a cab.
So perhaps they followed the cab to the parking lot.
No break-in and the trailer door was locked when we discovered the body.
Who else besides you and Mr.
Wade have a key? Obviously, the owner.
And that would be? It's one of the women we fly with.
Ashley Rogers.
Ashley Rogers has two homes in L.
A.
We found bodies in both of them.
Provenza sure can pick them.
Chief, Wheeler said that Ryan arrived by taxi.
None of the cab companies had a pick-up during that time from Ashley's condo to the airport.
Ryan Wade didn't walk to that trailer.
He didn't fly.
He may not have had to, chief.
Ashley Rogers has a car registered in Texas that's been collecting parking tickets in L.
A.
It's not in the condo's garage.
It's not on the streets.
- I'm betting Wade took it.
- Ashley didn't tell us about the car.
Captain Wheeler lied to us about how Wade got to the trailer.
Makes you wonder what those two aren't telling us.
I don't know.
But I think starting a family argument might help us find out.
Detective Sanchez, may I see Captain Wheeler's effects? Why didn't you tell us you had a car? You never asked, and I didn't know it was missing.
Ryan knew I wasn't insured for an additional driver so if he took it without my permission, that's theft.
If Capt.
Wheeler says he didn't know about this well, then he is the biggest lying liar ever.
He came to us with the idea.
I bet all that cocaine Ryan had is still in my car.
And somebody's gotta get it before the drug people come for us.
Ryan probably parked it in the personnel lot.
Someone should check.
We will, believe me.
There's just one more thing I wanna know.
And I want an honest answer.
Did you agree to go out with me and Flynn because we could keep you safe until you got rid of the drugs and left town? Well, not only.
But maybe mainly.
Yeah, this is Flynn.
Give me the chief.
Thanks.
So, what you're saying is you were never really attracted to us? Not so much.
But I'm sure other women are.
If you ever came to Dallas, my mama would go out with you in a heartbeat.
Oh, mine too.
So they say that the captain was behind the whole thing.
Thank you, lieutenant.
Arrest them refresh their memories about rights and get them down here quickly.
You got it, chief.
See you in about 20 minutes.
All right, you two.
I want you to get your stuff.
We're going downtown right now.
Come on.
What? Are you upset about those two? Forget about them.
They're criminals.
And they're not the only two flight attendants out there.
I think we just chose the wrong airline.
Chief, I went through all the keys, and none are for the trailer.
Thank you so much, Detective Sanchez.
So sorry to keep you in a holding pattern, Captain Wheeler.
We're always behind schedule here.
You know what that's like.
So much you can tell about a person from what they carry in their pocket.
For example, looking at this, I'd think that you grew up on a farm.
Or maybe you just have a thing for cheese.
Am I close? Those aren't my car keys.
Aren't they? Oh, who do they belong to? - Ashley.
- Ashley? Ashley Rogers? The woman you implied earlier was responsible for the murder of Ryan Wade? That Ashley? Yes.
That Ashley.
How is it that you have Ashley Rogers' car? - I borrowed it.
- Oh, that's easy enough to confirm.
Would you get Ashley Rogers on the line? Oh, no.
Okay, look.
Uh, I didn't mention it before because I didn't wanna complicate things.
I got Ashley's car from Ryan.
And that would complicate things how? What, if we would've known, we'd have gone and looked for it and found the cooler of narcotics with your fingerprints on it? You are under arrest for the murder of Ryan Wade.
- Let's go.
- Wait.
I didn't kill Ryan.
That's not how it looks to me, and not how it's gonna look to a jury.
Wait a minute.
I'm telling you when I left When I left that trailer, Ryan was fine.
Where's your key to the trailer? - What? - Your key.
You were in the trailer when Ryan got there, so you have a key.
Where is it? - Do you have any idea what is going on? - Mr.
Wheeler Used to be when people saw me coming that they would stand to attention.
I was one notch below an astronaut.
Now I'm barely a bus driver.
I get it, Captain Wheeler.
Your glory days are over.
Who did you give the key to? I'm arresting someone for the murder of Ryan Wade.
Either going to be you or whoever you gave that key to.
I did not give that key to anyone.
I left that key outside the door.
For Miguel Diaz.
Did you leave the drugs for Diaz? You know something? Ryan killed his guy with a bat.
Think returning that cocaine was gonna save his life? They were gonna kill him so why not take the dope, make the most of things? Where are the drugs now, Mr.
Wheeler? As far as I know, they're in Ashley's car.
And where did you tell Mr.
Diaz they were? I told him that I didn't know.
That I'd look for them.
Well, then.
You're gonna call Mr.
Diaz.
You're gonna tell him you found them.
Hey.
Hey, let's pick it up in there, would you? Look, we'll go downtown and we'll sort this out.
Yeah.
Yeah, and everyone will see we're a couple of idiots.
It's hard to know how we could look any stupider.
What the? Is that your car? Yeah.
Yeah, but the joke's on them.
I'm nearly out of gas! I bet they're going to the airport personnel lot.
Please tell me that you are not calling the chief.
I'm calling a cab.
Detective Sanchez? Ready, chief.
I can see Ashley's car.
- Lieutenant Tao? - All set, chief.
Just make the exchange.
Drugs for the money and key, and walk.
We've got you covered from all sides.
What in the hell? Hey.
Stop.
That's not yours.
- Go.
Go.
Go.
- Keep going.
Keep going.
Keep going.
- Go.
Go.
Go.
- Keep going.
Go.
Go.
Go.
- We see you.
Stop that cart.
- Go.
Turn around.
Back up.
- Police! - Hands in your head.
- Hands in the air.
- Police.
Put your hands up.
- Put your hands up.
- Hey, wait a minute.
- Get back here.
- Get them up.
Get them up.
This is not good.
Right there.
Turn around.
Turn around.
- Go.
Go.
Go.
- Get your hands up.
Chief, nine mil.
You guys got all this under control? Yes, lieutenant.
Thank you so much.
Good.
Now where the hell is my car? Where's my car? Hey, you skanks.
Bring me my car! Bye-bye.
Have a nice day now.
Bye-bye.
See you again real soon.
- Thank you so much.
- No, thank you.
Ah, didn't work out so badly, did it? Closed two murder cases and broke a narcotics ring.
And spent more time together in two days than all of last month.
- Happy, happy.
- Don't stay too late.
And good luck with Pope, huh? Oh, Commander Taylor, I love what you've done with the space.
Well, chief, you know, it may not look it but square foot-wise, it's bigger than my old office.
- Do you have a minute? - Been meaning to find you.
To offer my congratulations.
Thank you.
And to say, I thought about what we discussed earlier and, uh, I think you should submit your application for chief of police.
I'm only sorry I didn't recognize that yesterday.
- Are you? - Yes.
It seems obvious now.
There should be a high-ranking female from within the department applying.
If there's gonna be a woman in the pool, better you than somebody else.
And that's because? Your presence will deter other women from applying.
And, you know, you'll be given "serious consideration.
" But they'll never hire you as chief in a million years, so it's perfect for me.
Is that so? What makes you so certain I won't get it? Brenda, please.
You can't even control your own officers.
Flynn and Provenza were outwitted by stewardesses.
- Flight attendants.
And they weren't.
- Really? Where are they now? You know, if you hadn't called them a couple of skanks they would've told us where they parked your car.
Just saying.
Do you think it's possible for you to shut up? Look to the left, I'll look to the right.
Hey, I'm not the one who started talking Oh, you're the one that picked them up in that place.
- No, I was not - Every woman, you gotta Oh, well, you're the one