The Closer s06e09 Episode Script

Hi, folks.
You've reached Judy Lynn the Last Woman Standing.
If you're calling for tickets to Saturday's show, it's sold out.
For future performance dates, plus the latest rantings on my vlog go to Or if you'd like, leave a message here.
Hey, Judy.
Just wanted to hear your voice.
Your father and I are dying to know how your night went.
Call me.
Love you, babe.
Bye.
Okay, trying you everywhere.
I've left six messages on your cell and I'm worried.
What's up? Hey, Judy, your mother's getting worried because we haven't heard from you.
How's the show going? Call when you get a second, okay? The air conditioning was turned down to 62.
So it's hard to say, but I'm guessing she's been dead at least 36 hours.
Sexual assault? Sex? Maybe.
Assault? There's a bottle of lubricant on the floor over here.
Peach flavored.
Well, she's still got her wallet with over $200 cash.
So it's not a robbery.
Man, that is a nasty head wound.
What happened to her lip? She bit it.
The skull fracture didn't kill her.
She was smothered to death with this pillow.
It left blood transfer on her face.
See the threads in her teeth? She was chewing through this pillow, fighting to breathe.
She knew she was dying.
She knew it up until her last breath.
- Anybody back there? - I am.
- Could you get me unplugged? - Sure.
Oh, I'm sorry, chief, I'm just trying to take this stuff with us.
Right.
Hey, chief.
Sorry, it took me so long.
I'll take it One second, commander.
Yes, lieutenant? So in case you haven't see her name on every poster in the place the victim's name was Judy Lynn.
She was an actress- slash-data entry clerk.
Building manager says she lived alone, so there was no need for a warrant.
Her nails look perfect.
So it wasn't much of a fight, was it? Probably not.
Looks like Judy was either shoved or Julio.
Or thrown into the wall.
Smashes her head on the corner of this picture frame, chief.
She falls.
Lies on the floor.
Bleeding.
Then gets carried back to the bed to have a pillow put over her face.
Which is, like, some kind of weirdo thing to do.
She had her nails done.
Had makeup on.
Maybe she'd just been on a date.
- Well, that's how you meet weirdos.
- Chief? Oh.
Buzz, if you have all this, would you please document the body? Especially the lips.
- Yes, chief.
- Thank you.
Where's the gentleman who called this in? He's in the living room.
Excuse us.
- Back here, please.
- Yes, ma'am.
Chief, you're supposed to be preparing for your final interview with the mayor.
- Yeah, I'll need to reschedule that.
- No.
You can't do that.
Look, chief, I can handle this investigation.
You only caught this murder because Hollywood's got no overtime left.
Technically, this isn't even a major crime.
Why don't you tell the victim's parents that? Excuse me.
Stuart, this is Chief Johnson.
Chief, Stuart directed the victim in her one-woman show.
He also discovered the body.
This is, like, some kind of cosmic mistake.
I mean, how could this happen? We're trying to figure that out.
I'm gonna ask you a few questions and then we're gonna get you home.
- Yeah.
- Judy was your colleague? - Colleague? Yes, she was my colleague.
But she was We were very, very good friends.
Oh, my God.
And you dropped by this morning because? Judy never misses a tech rehearsal.
So when she didn't show up, and didn't answer her phone and never called me back, I knew something was wrong.
I knew it.
So I drove over and I made Gifford open the door for me.
Gifford is the building manager.
So was the door locked when you got here? - Yeah.
- You noticed anyone visiting Judy the night before last? Or did she go out with anyone? I don't know.
The tenants mostly buzz up their own guests.
In a refreshing change of pace, they have working surveillance cameras at every entrance and exit.
Videos are here.
Okay, Stuart, I just have a few more questions.
Since you were so close, can you tell me if she was going out with anyone? The whole world could tell you that.
That's what her last vlog posting was about.
Her what? Well, you're police people so you haven't heard about her play Last Woman Standing.
Not before today.
No.
Okay, well, it was actually an extension of this really popular vlog she started.
This online video diary she kept on her struggle to get work as an actor and how all the girls that she started out with have basically given up their own aspirations for men which left Judy the "last woman standing.
" The play was a big success, except, I don't know guys, they just completely stopped asking her out.
So she joined an Internet dating site.
And I I sort of encouraged her to do it.
Oh, God.
Can you tell me the name of this dating site? L.
A.
GuysandDolls.
com.
And yes, I chose it because I'm a musical theater whore.
Plus, it's free.
So I made up a user name since guys won't ask me out anymore.
However, apparently Last Woman Standing made it seem like I hated men.
And I don't.
In fact, I already have a date with one.
But not to worry.
I still won't have to change myself to become what others expect.
Because thanks to L.
A.
GuysandDolls.
com I can create a completely fake identity while still keeping the one I have.
Hey, you guys wanna see my profile? Okay.
Judy posted this video blog entry to her server Tuesday evening, 7:05 p.
m.
- Oh.
He's here.
And no, I am not gonna give you his real name.
Of course not.
Why make our job any easier? But online, he goes by Dreamweaver.
And he's cute.
Plus, he told me my picture made me look like trouble.
- Yeah, I'll pass it along.
Chief - One second.
Yes.
Morales can't confirm rape but he's got a good DNA sample to go with all the fingerprints we got off the bottle of lubricant.
Thank you.
How do I look? First date in over two years.
Okay.
Dreamweaver.
Dreamweaver.
And Dad, don't wait up.
No, we need to meet him.
Yes, lieutenant? I have Dreamweaver's profile from the website.
No photo and no passwords to either his or Judy's account.
"I like dinner and a movie.
How about you? I work with my head.
Train with my body.
Live with my heart.
Looking to get my smile back.
No drugs, please.
" She'd still want a picture before going out with him, chief.
Yeah, Judy said he was cute, so he must have sent her one.
There's no photo in her e-mail.
Nothing about a date.
That's not how it's done, Tao.
What? I've tried it.
The only way to exchange info is through your account on the website.
Nothing else on her computer about dating.
Just letters home.
Letters to agents.
She communicated with her cable provider.
Lots of problems.
Trying to figure out when either she or her building manager could let them in.
- Lots of appointments.
- Yeah, well damn cable companies.
They say they're gonna be there between 8 and 6, they show up at 7.
You know, she lived in an older building.
Maybe she had a hard time finding that sweet spot where television, computers, phone, routers Excuse me, lieutenant.
Judy and this Dreamweaver may have exchanged numbers.
So, let's dump her phones and see who she was talking to.
Okay, and let's serve this dating site with a warrant.
I wanna meet Mr.
Dreamweaver myself.
- I want his account information.
- On hold with the judge.
Chief? We're ready.
We have footage from all the security cameras from the victim's building.
Okay.
Now, the camera over the front door pans the whole area at about a, what, 135-degree arc, Gifford? Well, the camera goes back and forth all the time.
Yeah.
Between 6 and 7 p.
m.
, Gifford here says that all the people we see are tenants.
Until 7:02, when this Camaro pulls up and the guy with the sports coat here gets out.
We never get a look at his face.
That's because he's texting the whole time.
- Do you know this man, Gifford? - I don't think so.
How do you know he's not a tenant from the building? That's a 1970 Z28 Camaro.
No one in our building has a ride like that.
Judy, on the other hand, drives a silver Nissan Altima.
Which we have on the security camera over the exit to the garage.
Now, that's the victim behind the wheel.
Check out the passenger's coat.
- Dreamweaver.
- They leave.
Time passes.
Dinner and a movie.
Why didn't they take his car? Well, he had a great parking spot and I don't know, maybe Judy wanted him to come to her place afterwards.
Right.
Love at first sight.
Judy's car comes back at 11:03 p.
m.
, too dark to see anyone.
More time passes, when, you know He has sex with the girl and then kills her.
At least I hope that's the order.
And then here he comes again.
At the front door.
Now, we still don't see his face.
But look here, he stops.
Because when the camera pans back he's still there.
Why does he stand there for so long? No idea, chief.
Hey, I've been looking for you.
Can we talk for a second? What is the deal here? The mayor's expecting to interview you tomorrow to be chief.
Now you wanna cancel that appointment? Look, I picked up a murder this morning and I just don't think that You've almost caught the guy.
Taylor can take it from here, no problem.
Come on.
- What is going on? - I thought about it, Will and honestly, I just I don't wanna be chief of police.
Thank you.
Captain.
Chief.
Thanks for making the time.
- Well, I hope we're not wasting it.
- It might be Captain Raydor who's been wasting her time waiting for you and days figuring out how to prepare you for what may be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to be the next chief.
So when you say you're not interested in the job, it's very disappointing.
Didn't you tell me yourself that I had no real chance at being chief? That you were permitting me to submit an appl - Excuse me? - That's not what I said.
- I did not say that.
- Yes, you did.
You permitted me to apply as a sort of stalking horse - You did not.
- I did not give her permission.
Ahem.
Okay.
I think we can all agree that there were some serious flaws in my approach to campaign to be chief.
For one thing, I'm no longer in the running.
But it is now in my best interest, in all of our best interest that the mayor appoint you as our next boss.
And if you just quit now People will think you're hiding something.
Or you'll seem like a flake.
Or like you broke under pressure.
Whatever you do, you can't just cancel this interview.
You can't reschedule.
When the mayor calls for a meeting with his chief of police he expects him or her to show up.
When people are smothered in their homes they expect me to show up too.
I don't know what it was like in Atlanta but when you apply for chief in Los Angeles and you don't get the job, there are big consequences.
- Yeah.
First, I get fired.
- You don't know that.
And then every success he's had, like, Major Crimes for instance well, that gets completely dismantled.
Chief, if you don't at least attend this final interview the women of the L.
A.
P.
D.
will be completely demoralized.
And many of them will never forgive you.
Ever.
Well, can I just skip the whole prep part? I'll just go in there and be myself.
That is a terrible idea.
Ahem.
Come in.
Excuse me.
Chief, we don't have an address, a work history or a Social yet but the warrant on the dating site got us a name and a picture.
Meet Marc Torres a.
k.
a.
Dreamweaver.
Have a pretty good idea where to find him.
Where? He's got another date.
This afternoon.
We can't arrest him unless we match his DNA to what was found on the victim.
Let's keep him under tight surveillance over the next two days.
Try and get For heaven's sakes, commander, you know how to handle this, don't you? Yes, thank you.
Uh - Let's go, detective, okay? - Okay.
Sure.
Thank you.
Hey, guys.
Hey, guys, Torres is here.
I got the plate on his Camaro.
You ready? That's three, Henry, x-ray, Lincoln, eight, zero, seven.
Did you get that? I lost my web connection.
I lost Sanchez.
Here.
You can hook up to the Internet with my Overdrive.
- Password's there.
- Hmm.
Cool.
Okay, Taylor.
The dirtbag is going into the coffee shop now.
Can we get to his vehicle? Julio says Torres will have his back to us.
Did you read what he wrote to the new girl he's meeting? "Great picture.
I've read your profile.
But to be completely honest, you look like trouble.
" - That's the same thing he said to Judy.
- Well, it worked.
This guy made over 11 dates on this site, using the same line.
Taylor? We're checking on all those girls to make sure they're okay.
Listen up.
I just got Marc Torres's address from DMV.
If we're going to get a search warrant for his home now looks like a perfect time.
But what makes tomorrow better than any other day? Because the mayor's just finished interviewing the other four applicants for chief of police.
And you're the only woman, so you'll make for a vivid contrast.
I think that we should capitalize on your feminine strengths.
Which are? Don't take this the wrong way, chief because I have always admired how little you care about current fashion.
And the purse.
That purse.
Come on.
That purse.
Come on.
This purse helps people underestimate you which I think, you know, is a good thing when it comes to criminals.
But the mayor, he's somebody you really wanna impress.
- So I was wondering if we could - Captain, I have a lot of nice clothes.
- I just don't like to overdress at work.
- Absolutely.
And you know what? There's no one that would ever accuse you of that.
But we want the mayor's first impression of you to be as a woman capable of handling a lot of power.
To look at you and think something like Wow.
- You look great.
- You too.
You too.
It's always a relief when people resemble their pictures a little.
Well, you look even better than yours.
I had a speech ready just in case your first inclination was to run.
Which was? I know that I'm maybe not what you had in mind - You mean because I'm a woman? - No, no, no.
Because most candidates for chief of police run popularity contests and you're not especially political, well-liked or even friendly.
- I'm not interested in politics.
- I know.
Exactly.
Therefore, you won't blame the mayor for the L.
A.
P.
D.
's budgetary crisis or publicly demand that he fix it.
Chief.
Okay.
There is a reason that this is a short meeting in the afternoon because all the mayor really wants to know is how the two of you will get along.
I hope you don't mind this little, I don't know, speed date.
- No, no.
I get it.
Totally.
- Think of it as a chemistry test.
And there was this one thing I wanted to know about.
- What thing? - "Honestly, you look like trouble"? What did you mean by that? Look, I got dumped about a year ago.
And I wasn't sure that I was, you know, ready to put myself back out there.
But then I saw your profile.
And your picture.
I don't know.
My heart moved a little.
- No way this rap works.
- Yeah.
Heh-heh.
If it does, I'll be using it word for word.
Maybe it's just me, but that sounded a little rehearsed.
You tell him, Jenny.
Wow.
You're a little cynical.
No.
I'm a lot cautious.
I stuck the tracking device underneath the front fender.
So now, let's see what we have in the way of fingerprints, Mr.
Torres.
I have to get back to work.
Yeah.
- So movies next week? Or - Maybe.
- All right.
- Bye.
All right, bud.
Let's go.
- A little update, chief.
- Right.
Pardon me.
We got a DNA sample from Torres and it's off to the lab.
We also matched fingerprints off his car to those in the victim's apartment.
Now, Tao thinks he might have paused outside Judy's building because someone keyed his car while he was inside.
We don't know.
Look, we have a problem.
What's that? - Torres is on another date.
- What? The young lady was waiting for him on a corner in Larchmont Village.
We don't know who she is or where she came from.
What we know is he took her to dinner and a movie.
Just like Judy.
And now? Now he's just parked beneath an apartment building on Melrose.
- But it's not his home address.
- Chief, you already turned One second.
Commander, under no circumstances is Marc Torres to be left alone with another woman in her apartment.
- Got it.
- Thank you.
- Spot 42.
- Forty two.
- Whose spot is that? - Apartment 207.
All right, take us there.
Come on, take us.
- Let's go.
- Okay, okay.
- You got the keys? - Come on.
Oh! Oh! Whoa, whoa, whoa! - Hands where I can see them.
- What are you doing? Hey.
Ow.
Ow! L.
A.
P.
D.
, Mr.
Torres.
Now, you stop moving.
- What did I do? Ow.
What did I do? - What are you doing? - We're saving your life.
- From my fiancé? - Fiancé? - Why are you treating Marc like this? To be completely honest with you, ma'am, he looks like trouble.
Unless you arrested this Dreamweaver idiot for cheating on his fiancé not a criminal offense, by the way, we got nothing.
I gave the order to arrest Marc Torres, not them.
I was with you.
You did not give that order.
You were not in charge.
It was Taylor or Provenza who made the call to break in.
Why did you think it was worth it to bust in without enough evidence to hold this guy? You mean besides the fact that he killed his date from the night before last? Did you want us to let him murder someone under L.
A.
P.
D.
surveillance? Because then we could have held him without any problems.
We won't have any problems if you let me talk to the guy for 10 minutes.
I really don't want her involved.
Hey.
Excuse me.
Do you really need me to ask this guy these questions? Yes.
We can arrest Marc Torres in 10 minutes if everyone will calm down and let me do my job.
Okay? May I? I thought you all wanted me to be your boss.
Gentlemen.
Captain.
Mr.
Torres, I'm Deputy Chief Brenda Leigh Johnson with the L.
A.
P.
D.
And this is Special Agent Fritz Howard of the FBI.
We want to thank you for cooperating with us.
- Why the hell am I here? - We're about to get to that.
Detective Sanchez, would you please uncuff Marc, so that he's comfortable.
Thank you so much.
All right.
First things first.
The FBI has a few questions that they need you to answer because of a computer server issue.
We've got your fiancé Debbie waiting for you in the next room.
Agent Howard, if you'd like to start.
Mr.
Torres, do you know this woman, Judy Lynn? - You said Debbie's here? - She is waiting for you.
- And she's very confused.
- Chief Johnson.
- Do you mind? - Oh, no.
Not at all.
So sorry.
Go ahead.
- Do you know this woman, Judy Lynn? - No.
No.
Di Did you go on a date with her the night before last? - No.
- No.
- Were you ever in her apartment? - No.
- No.
Did you ever have sex with her? - Of course not.
I'm engaged.
God.
That's great.
Just great.
Brilliant.
That's all for me.
Chief Johnson has some questions for you now.
- Do you know this woman, Judy Lynn? - I just told you no.
Here is all the communication, including pictures and e-mails exchanged between you and Judy Lynn used in an internet dating website called L.
A.
GuysandDolls.
com.
That's Judy? Um Well, I might have written to her, maybe but she looks different than her other photos.
- Did you ever go to her apartment? - No.
Never.
These are pictures taken from the security cameras above the front door of Judy Lynn's building.
You'll notice you in your sport coat exiting your vehicle.
And then, here, entering the building.
Wow, um I know somebody who lives in that same place.
- So that's a coincidence.
- Really.
Here is a fingerprint that was taken off of your vehicle.
And this one was taken from inside Judy's apartment off a bottle of peach-flavored lubricant.
They match perfectly.
Is that a coincidence too, Mr.
Torres? Did you have sex with Judy Lynn? Because Detective Sanchez here took a straw you were using from your date, and if the DNA we collected off that straw matches what we found in Judy All right.
What do you want from me? I went on a date with her.
We had sex.
And then I got out of there as fast as I could because she freaked me out.
Freaked you out how? She practically attacked me.
And then she got all hysterical when I told her I had to leave.
And she keyed my car when I was in the shower.
Bitch.
Judy attacked you? Did y'all get into a fight? I don't know what she looked like when you left her but here's how she looked when I met her.
The night y'all went to the movies, Judy Lynn was brutally murdered.
And now, Mr.
Torres, you lied about knowing her.
You lied about going on a date, about being in her apartment.
And you lied about having sex with her.
When you say it all out loud like that, it sounds pretty bad.
Yeah, I lied.
My fiancé's in the next room.
I didn't even know what this was about, all right? But I have a lot of cops in my family and you don't have enough evidence.
And lying to the police isn't against the law.
That's true.
But it is a crime to lie to the FBI.
That means you're under arrest, Mr.
Torres.
Yeah? You wanna play it that way? I want a lawyer.
Let's hope his DNA matches what we found in the victim.
Will you make sure she gets across the street tomorrow? I'll walk her myself.
I'll open a file on him if you want.
But when he's arraigned you're gonna wanna swap those lying to a federal agent charges with murder.
Well, that's something to look forward to.
Don't be late.
You got a big day tomorrow.
So everyone keeps telling me.
If he were a drunk, of course, it would be more obvious but addiction is addiction.
And he just fell off the wagon.
Ms.
Shriner, your fiancé has had over the past two weeks.
Look, your boyfriend didn't just fall off the wagon.
He jumped.
With both feet.
And then he pushed the wagon over the cliff.
It's not Marc.
It's the disease.
And these horribly enabling women that advertise themselves online.
These whores.
I hate them.
Sorry for interrupting.
Um Pardon me, Ms.
Shriner.
I was going through Judy's computer and I found the last entry to her vlog.
But she died before posting it.
Thank you.
You've got the left to the right, the right to the left.
- Oh, for heaven's sakes.
Terrible.
- No.
The right Yeah, you got it.
Okay.
I can't talk long.
But this is raw, all right? He said that I gave him that rush you feel when you meet the first person you like who really likes you back.
And I fell for it.
And then the second, and I mean the very second, he was through he got off me and he said he had to go and could he take a shower first.
God, I'm an idiot.
Last Woman Dating is officially over.
But not before the part where I tell him off.
Which is coming up next.
So that's how it went for that so-called whore last time your fiancé had a relapse.
And that's how she felt.
You see Marc's jacket there on the bed behind her? I'm sorry for this woman.
And I know how it must seem to you.
Like Marc and she got into some kind of fight.
But it's not how it looks.
Whoa.
Slow down there, miss.
I'll walk you out.
You think she's telling the truth? I don't know.
But she's right about one thing.
Buzz? It's not how it looks.
- Anybody back there? - Yeah, I am.
- Could you get me unplugged? - Sure.
Hello, Lieutenant Tao? I was Fine.
Thank you.
I was looking at the Yes it is very exciting, the interview.
But I was Lieutenant, I have a problem.
Marc Torres said that the victim keyed his car.
But she couldn't have.
While he was in the shower Judy made a very emotional entry to her online diary.
So my question is, who scratched the Camaro? Here's what I need you to do, okay? Now, Judy's vlog again, Buzz.
Chief, you look great.
Well, thank you, captain.
I made a reservation for us I don't have time for breakfast, actually.
Why? What are you doing? Trying to find out the exact time Marc Torres's car was keyed.
And we're going backwards, backwards.
Wait.
Hold it.
There it is.
See? No scratch.
And then.
Scratch.
We don't see who did it.
- No, chief.
- What does that mean? It means I've been spending a lot of the morning looking for things I can't see.
That scratch happened at 9:45 p.
m.
, when Judy was on her date.
Would you bring Marc Torres up from holding, please? I may need him.
And your bag of tricks too.
Thank you.
- Chief, surely this can wait - I won't miss my appointment.
I promise.
I promise.
I promise.
Gifford, I wanna thank you so much for letting us in.
- We shouldn't be but a minute.
- You're making a mistake.
You don't talk unless you're revoking your right to an attorney.
Gifford, since you helped the cable company do you think you could help us put it back the way we found it? - Sure.
- Thanks.
You ready to talk yet, Mr.
Torres? No? Mind the blood.
So I think the computer was set right here.
Do you remember where the lubricant came from, Mr.
Torres.
Don't answer that, sir.
Your lawyer would be very upset.
Don't worry.
I'm not talking.
You don't have to talk, you have to watch.
Gifford, you mind pulling this through, plugging it on the other side? - Sure.
- Thanks.
What are you doing, lady? I'm just admiring how well you set up that closet.
She had trouble getting her modem and her router and phone to work from the other room.
I wonder why? Because we checked, no one else in the building had any trouble at all.
Anyway, somehow, you helped the cable company get it all hooked up for her in here.
Because you watched out for her, didn't you Gifford? And that's why you drilled this hole in the wall.
For all the cables to go through.
That's a big hole, Gifford.
You could sit on that stool and look into Judy's room without being seen and watch over her for hours.
- I never did that.
- Really? I wonder if the DNA evidence on the bottom of that closet will back you up on that.
Should've cleaned up after yourself, Gifford.
You know what else can't be seen on her vlog entries? The pillow used to smother Judy to death.
That's because it came from this closet.
That's why we never saw it in her bedroom on any of her vlogs.
Just like we couldn't see who keyed her date's car.
Because you knew how to avoid the security camera out front.
I never scratched that car.
You wanna see the gold paint on this key you so kindly left in the front door for us? Now, that we can see.
Now, listen to me, Gifford.
I have a feeling that what happened in that hallway was just an accident.
But if I'm right about that, I need to hear it from you.
Look, I liked her.
I liked her a lot.
And I only wanted to look at Watch over her, like you said.
And that's what you were doing when she came home from her date.
You were just watching over her.
- Mainly.
- Yeah.
And normally she takes a shower before going to bed.
And that's when I go.
But she was upset after that asshole left.
She just laid down on the bed for a long time.
I thought she was asleep, but when I tried to get out she heard me.
I got back in the closet, but it was too late.
She opened the door and And you held up this pillow, because she was hitting you, right? You were trying to get out this door.
- But she wouldn't let me go.
- Right.
I didn't even know I could push anyone that hard.
It happened so fast.
You were just trying to protect yourself.
And you tried to help her, didn't you? After she fell.
Show me.
Well, she was knocked out for a second so I put the pillow under her head to stop the bleeding.
And then I I carried her to the bed.
Then she started the screaming all over again.
You were trying to muffle the noise so she didn't wake the whole building.
I couldn't think of anything else to do.
She was so loud.
I think I think you've done a very good job explaining all this, Gifford.
So Gifford, I'll tell you what we need to finish our report.
I'm going to tell you your rights.
And then you're going to write down exactly everything you said about this accident.
And then we'll be done.
Okay? Okay.
Okay.
So, what the hell did you bring me for? Uh You know, there wouldn't have been any paint left on Gifford's keys so we had to scratch your car again.
- What? Sorry about that.
Oh, and I needed a witness to the confession.
I wonder if your testimony at the trial's gonna affect your wedding plans.
I'll tell you what.
You spring for the paint job, and I'll get the FBI to drop the charges.
Okay? I was tempted to bring a uniform escort to take you across the street.
That's not necessary.
- May I ask you a question? - Sure, captain.
Why not? Do you really not wanna be chief of police? No, I don't.
And, as a woman, don't you feel an obligation to at least give it a try? As a woman, I feel I've earned the right to options.
And one of my options should be to say no.
You don't think that I wanted to spend my career in Internal Affairs? Doing a job that leaves me disliked and mistrusted by my fellow officers every day of my life? I chose I.
A.
because I thought it was the quickest way to achieve rank.
I also thought it'd be good for the department to see a woman in a captain's uniform.
And, of course, you got your job the old-fashioned way.
- How's that? - By sleeping with the boss.
That's not an insult.
It is a time-honored way of moving forward.
But those roads are not open to everyone and you have the chance to maybe change that a little.
So I should take the job whether I want it or not.
Yes.
Please make the oh-so-terrible sacrifice of accepting a promotion that offers you more money, prestige and power than any other job in the city.
And if it will help you with the suffering, you'll not only be a positive role model for little girls all over this country but I personally will feel very I will feel very proud to have a chief that I can truly admire.
Well, thank you, captain.
It's my pleasure, chief.
See you.
Yes.