The Closer s07e05 Episode Script

Major Crimes.
Uh-huh.
Uh-huh.
- Hey, Chief? - Yes? Dr.
Morales says there's a dead guy at a funeral home.
Very funny.
Seriously, there's a body at Weaver Funeral Home without a death certificate.
Well, ask Dr.
Morales to send in a coroner's investigator.
He did, but the dead guy's family doesn't want him to examine the body.
Who do you think should handle it, Chief? Uh, Detective Julio Sanchez? You have been served.
What, again? Well, it's probably nothing.
Not counting my five divorces, I've been sued 17 times.
Lieutenant Louie M.
Provenza? Deputy Chief Brenda Leigh Johnson? You've been served.
- What's going on? - Lieutenant Michael Tao? Getting wallpapered, Commander.
- Francis B.
Watson? - What? Why me? Why "Francis"? That's the real question.
- Lieutenant Andrew Flynn? - Yeah, yeah.
A wrongful-death civil suit filed on behalf of Turell Baylor? We didn't kill the guy.
Yeah, but he was beaten to death right after we dropped him off at his house.
Turell murdered an old man and his 8-year-old grandson.
Who cares what happened to him? Commander Russell Taylor? You have been served.
Okay, that's it.
Wait.
Whoa.
Whoa.
What about me? Sorry.
That's all I got.
You talked to the Baylors' attorney already? What'd you say? Are you kidding? Are you serious right now? Gabriel, it's Flynn! He's paranoid for a living.
Of course I'm paranoid.
Raydor's been down here grilling us for weeks.
Look, gentlemen, we're not allowed to discuss the case, but what I can tell you is that they're only really interested in me.
Funny way to show it.
Hey.
Hey, buddy.
What are you still doing here? Oh, I'm serving subpoenas today, and I'm also the attorney representing the mother of Turell Baylor You're the what?! In her suit against the city, the L.
A.
P.
D.
, and almost everyone in this room.
My name is Peter Goldman.
And it's a great pleasure meeting you all.
Uh, now that I have your squad on record saying Turell Baylor deserved to die, I was wondering if I could ask your detectives a few simple follow-up questions.
No! They're on their way to a crime scene of a very serious murder at Weaver Funeral Home.
Lieutenant.
Right! Right! Let's go! Hurry up.
Get out of here.
Clear out.
If you could spare me just a moment -- Goodbye, Mr.
Goldman.
I can't help you.
Goodbye.
I am an officer of the court, sworn to uphold the law, and, just like you, I am only trying to get to the truth.
And a $20 million settlement.
When suspects die without due process, people lose confidence in the justice system.
Goodbye, Mr.
Goldman.
There were two other cops in the car when you drove Turell Baylor home.
Give me their names, and I won't depose your whole squad.
I've already heard some of your people were unhappy with the way you treated Turell.
Nice try, Mr.
Goldman.
But there's nothing you could say that would make me suspect my fellow officers.
Just a friendly heads-up.
"Goodbye" didn't work.
Let's try "Get out!" - Now.
- Come on.
Come on.
Let me walk you back to the elevator.
Let's go.
It's all right.
I know my way around.
Pleasure meeting you.
Walk.
What? I'm walking! I'm walking.
Excuse me.
Wait.
Wait, wait.
I'm Terry Weaver.
A-are you gentlemen all from the police? Lieutenant Provenza, Major Crimes.
Major Crimes? Oh, my gosh.
Listen, I'm the funeral director here and -- six of you? Six -- oh, my gosh.
There's been a terrible miscommunication.
Did someone carry a body in here without a death certificate? Okay, listen.
Cliff Wycoff -- he's a minister.
Pastor Wycoff died of natural causes in his home.
And his family brought him to the funeral home.
Have you examined the body? Oh, no, no.
I would never do that before the death was certified.
That's why I called the coroner.
But we don't need the police.
Mr.
Weaver, what are you doing? Is the body in there? Front of the chapel, yes.
In here.
All right, L.
A.
P.
D.
everybody back.
Step back.
Step back.
Why does he have -- no, no.
Why does he have a camera? No, no, no, no.
This is wrong.
What are you taking pictures of my dad for? Calm down, sir.
We mean no disrespect.
Army or Navy? I'm a Lance Corporal, United States Marines.
Great.
'Cause if you interfere, we'll call the M.
P.
s at Camp Pendleton, and you'll become their problem.
So, should I proceed with the liver-temping exam? Well, if you can do it before they start the wake, yes.
Is everything all right? No visible head trauma.
But I see petechiae.
And ligature on the neck.
So, strangulation of some sort.
I'd call that unnatural.
about two, three hours ago.
Um, Gabriel, come with me.
Um, you the wife? Yes.
Yeah, well, I need to talk to you right now.
This is no way to treat people in mourning.
- Well, I don't know about that, lady.
- Excuse me, Lieutenant.
Mrs.
Wycoff, you have the L.
A.
P.
D.
's deepest sympathies in this very difficult time.
Perhaps there's someplace we could talk in private? Yes.
Lieutenant, she may not realize she did something wrong.
She may also have just strangled her husband.
She's a preacher's wife.
You have to approach her a certain way.
And you would know how to do that better than I would because? Because when I was a kid, I went to church four times a week.
Four times a week? Twice on Sunday, prayer meetings on Wednesday, choir practice on Friday.
All right.
All right.
You win.
But hurry up.
I'm not waiting here till Jesus comes back.
Mrs.
Wycoff I know you're taking care of many people right now, and we will be sensitive to your spiritual obligation, but I also need you to be sensitive to your legal situation.
And it would help us out greatly if you could just tell us what happened to your husband today.
Clifford was, um, battling depression.
His faith was strong, but it Sometimes it's hard to know what God wants.
God didn't want this.
My husband hung himself in the garage at our house.
I am so very sorry.
I know how hard that must have been to say.
But, um Can you tell me why you didn't contact the authorities? I should have, I know, but I didn't want anyone in the church to know.
Okay.
We can certify your husband's death.
But I need written consent to search your home and your garage.
- Okay? - Thank you.
Here.
Let yourselves in.
I'm taking the family to church if you need me.
Of course.
Thank you.
Thank you.
I just came up with the pastor's most recent credit-card charge.
Uh, this guy didn't die at home, Lieutenant.
Starlight Motor Lodge.
He checked in at 10:00 a.
m.
this morning, and he still hasn't checked out.
Yeah, well, that depends on your point of view.
Also, someone made a call from the minister's room at the Starlight around 11:02 a.
m.
, which would be just before the time of death.
Well, find out who that call went to, Mike.
Mm.
Yeah, Chief? Um, we've got a situation.
Manager said the victim was a regular, Chief.
Held the room with a credit card and then paid with cash when he left.
Oh, the old cheater's trick.
So I hear.
Maybe he just needed a quiet place to reflect.
By the hour? Get it all.
Make sure it gets all clean.
Hey, guys, hold up.
Hold up.
Shh.
What did you say? Make sure it gets all cleaned up.
Stay back, Buzz.
I said make sure you empty the trash.
Sir, L.
A.
P.
D.
! Drop it.
Drop the weapon.
- Drop the weapon! - Dear God! Don't shoot! Don't shoot! What the hell?! Don't shoot! We were just cleaning up.
Ma'am, put the spray cleaner down and step away from the sink.
- It's a hot-glue gun, Chief.
- A glue gun? I just fixed that lamp, and now look at it.
Well, we have a pair of men's pants here, a, uh, shirt, belt.
Aha.
And what have we here? Now, who does this belong to? Y'all wouldn't happen to know a Pastor Cliff Wycoff, would you? He was our son-in-law.
I'm going to let you in a little secret only my wife knows.
Your pastor's not perfect.
Jesus knows that I'm a sinner! He loves me in spite of the fact that I'm human! Pause it, Buzz.
What kind of a woman asks her parents to clean up the motel room where her husband was having sex? Tao.
Looks like the pastor's lady friend left in a hurry.
Anything from the motel security cameras? Strictly decoration, Chief.
Somebody for sure called his wife's cellphone from the motel room.
Chief, Flynn and Gabriel picked up Mrs.
Wycoff and her family at their church -- Chief Johnson? They're on their way back here, but, uh, there's a bit of an issue.
Okay.
Excuse me, gentlemen.
I want to know the moment that the rest of the Wycoff family arrives, please.
Thank you.
So, why were you talking to Peter Goldman this morning? Uh, Goldman pretended to be a process server, and he threw subpoenas all around the murder room, and I ordered him out.
I wasn't talking to him.
Because I understand he was trying to offer you a deal.
How do you know that? Ugh! Commander Taylor! When, when, when are you going to get him out of my murder room? I can't bear it.
Look, Will, I don't -- I don't even remember what Goldman was talking about.
Well, allow me to refresh your memory.
He was asking who was with you in the car when you dropped off Turell Baylor at his house.
Now, why would he be asking that? Was something said in that car that could get us in even more trouble? No.
Goldman served everyone a subpoena, except for Gabriel, to turn us against each other and make us all paranoid.
Gabriel didn't get served? You think he's already talked to Goldman? Paranoia part seems to be working.
Look, Will, this is all about me.
Not all about you.
I got subpoenaed, too, and I'm in this now up to my neck.
As is the city, the department, your entire division.
You know what? The next time Goldman comes into your murder room, will you just go into your office and lock the door and call the city attorney? Which is what you should have done this morning.
Or, better yet, find yourself a personal attorney.
Maybe he can make you understand how serious this has become.
Because nobody else is getting through to you.
Come in.
David Gabriel.
Chief.
Uh, Chief Johnson, I have the rest of the Wycoff family waiting for you.
Thank you, David.
Chief, I know everyone thinks it's weird that I didn't get served, but I just want you to know I would never -- David, let's stop worrying about gossip and start concentrating on this case.
What were the Wycoffs doing when you found them? Uh, yeah, well, when we finally caught up with them at the church, they were driving their minivan around the parking lot, running over computers.
So, this is what's left of the church's entire I.
T.
division.
This is what's left of my desk.
There's probably a record in there of our victim's little love connection.
Well, this looks like an organized hit.
But who did the organizing? I'm ready to throw them all in jail.
I wish it were that easy.
What -- how did you get back in this building? Oh, I never left.
And I'm sorry to disturb yourinvestigation here.
Just, uh, wanted to drop back by, see if you'd had a chance to think over my little proposal.
I have.
I propose you stand still, let Lieutenant Tao take your picture, and tell security to arrest you if you ever come back in this building again.
Get -- all right.
Okay.
Justcall me if you change your mind on the deal.
Detective Gabriel Looking sharp.
I-I-I have never, ever met that man in my life before today! Well, he sure as hell knows you.
Hey, hey! That's enough.
Now, we all know David.
We've worked with him for years.
He's a good guy.
He's a great cop.
And he's as loyal as they come.
- Or else he's a snitch.
- Man, what -- At any rate, he's the only one of us who hasn't been subpoenaed, so he must have done something right.
Thank you, Lieutenant Provenza, for that morale booster.
Meanwhile, I'd like to talk to Mrs.
Wycoff.
Detective Gabriel? Let's start with how you knew where to find your husband's body.
He, um He called me from that horrible motel to say goodbye.
The number showed up on my cellphone he told you he was going to kill himself? I begged him not to, but he wouldn't listen to me.
Uh, after he hung up the phone, I-I rushed over to find him, but It was too late.
He was hanging by his belt From the sprinkler pipe.
He felt he'd let me down, his church down.
He let God down.
Well, you certainly let me down, Mrs.
Wycoff, 'cause I allowed you to spend some quiet time with your family, and you used that time to destroy all your husband's computers from the church.
I did that, yes.
It was only to protect the members of our congregation.
Protect them from what? Our members trusted my husband with their secrets.
The law doesn't recognize the confidentiality of Protestant ministers.
God does.
We may not have legal rights, but we have spiritual ones.
Those rights do not include having your parents sterilize the motel room where your husband died.
Here are a few things that they couldn't sweep under the rug.
Any idea how these came to be there? I assume he was with another woman.
Someone he knew? Or a prostitute, maybe? Please, I'm begging you -- do not sensationalize my husband's suicide.
I'm not sensationalizing anything, Mrs.
Wycoff.
But I absolutely need to find this woman who was with your husband at that motel room.
She ran away without her shoes and her underwear, and that worries me.
I don't even know if she's still alive.
Or should I be checking with another funeral home somewhere? I wouldn't know.
It's in God's hands Not mine.
Boy, oh, boy! They're all singing from the same hymnal.
Anybody say anything about the girlfriend? Nobody knows nothing about nothing but suicide.
Mrs.
Wycoff's orchestrated this whole thing.
She's practically daring me to arrest her.
You know what? I say let her go.
Why? So she can destroy more evidence? No.
She doesn't think we're questioning her.
She thinks we're questioning her faith and her beliefs.
That's only gonna make her stonewall.
But if we back off, who knows? Maybe she'll try to contact the other woman on her own or lead us to her body.
It's either that, or we try those red shoes on all the fair ladies of the land.
Excuse me, Chief.
Dr.
Morales is ready for you.
Okay.
Thank you.
Uh, Lieutenant, I want 24-hour surveillance on every member of that family.
Can you arrange it, please? Oh, love to.
Thank you.
Oh, and, uh, Detective Gabriel, I need you with me, please.
So, sir, did she say anything to you about what Goldman's proposal was? No.
But whatever that asshole suggested, she's not letting Gabriel out of her sight.
In my opinion, the ligature wounds are consistent with the belt found at the scene.
So he did hang himself.
Only if he was somehow able to desperately scratch at his throat for air, severely bruise his knee, and, finally, sprain his ankle in the process.
That swelling had to happen before the guy died.
So you're saying there was a struggle.
I'm saying that, at some point, the victim found himself flailing on the floor.
So, what, the belt was being pulled one way And our victim was trying to pull it another, yes.
Doctor, what are these? Oh, yes.
At first I thought those were broken blood vessels, but when I swabbed them, it appeared to be some kind of red dye.
Oh, my gosh.
Oh, my gosh.
Well, looks like we found Cinderella.
Yeah, but who turned him into a pumpkin? Are you going to work? Mm.
That was Detective Gabriel.
He's following the widow Wycoff to church this morning.
At 6:00 a.
m.
? That's where she and her family go -- home and church, church and home.
That woman -- she honestly thinks she's somehow above the law, that the justice system just doesn't apply to her.
Speaking of which, did you ever contact that attorney Captain Raydor suggested to you? No.
Kitty! I mean Joel, Joel, Joel, Joel, off the table.
I really think you need an attorney.
Can't think about that right now.
I need to find someone who was with a minister who liked to wear women's underwear.
Oh.
Victoria isn't the only one with a secret.
How do you even know this minister was with anyone? Someone killed him In a seedy motel room.
His wife -- his wife knows exactly who he was with, and she won't tell me.
She's more worried we'll find out her husband was a transvestite than she is about finding his killer.
People are weird.
She even had her parents scrub down the crime scene with bleach.
I mean, who does that?! Oh, my gosh! They weren't just trying to wipe away fingerprints.
They were trying to wash away the sin.
That's it, isn't it? They were shamed.
Just wait till I ask the widow Wycoff to help me find the person who was wearing that shoe.
Thought you already knew it was the pastor's.
Yeah, but she doesn't know I know that! Watching me hunt for whose foot fits the ruby-red slipper might just make her realize she's not in Kansas anymore.
I love these heart-to-hearts we have in the morning.
Me too, honey.
Me too.
When I stepped down from the pulpit of this church and passed it on to my son-in-law, I never imagined the pain of a day like today.
God uses suffering to test us.
Even in a death from despair, God offers us choices, asking if our faith is stronger than one leader, questioning whether this church is about one man or one God.
So, when you all are reaching out to our congregation, resist the temptation to sow gossip You have no right interrupting a confidential meeting of our stewardship committee.
I've thought of another way to find out who was with your husband when he died.
- Does this look familiar? - What are you doing? Put that away.
This shoe probably belongs to the woman with whom he was sleeping.
Chances are, she either witnessed or caused his death.
My husband committed suicide.
Pastor Wycoff's death is undetermined, and while it remains that way, I intend to try this shoe on every female in your congregation, ages 18 to 65, starting with the people on your stewardship committee.
You wouldn't dare.
No! Please, please.
Mom, what's she saying? Please do not go into this church terrorizing everybody.
What makes you think I could possibly know who this woman was? You destroyed all the computers your husband used here at the church, which gives us the idea he either met a woman online or was maintaining some sort of relationship with a woman online.
All right.
Please put that away.
Yes.
My husband went on the Internet.
He went on a site where he found some woman named Sindy Showers, spelled S-I-N-D-Y.
Thank you.
We'll check that out and get back to you.
Oh, I'm sure you will.
Chief Johnson Do you even believe in God? Tell you what I do believe, Mrs.
Wycoff.
"Thou shalt not kill.
" Ma'am, that shoe won't fit anybody at this church.
How do you know that? When my mom found my dad, she called me, and When I got to the motel, he was wearing that.
And he was dressed in women's underwear and a bra, and I helped her change him into a suit.
How do you explain the ligature marks on his neck.
Come on, Chris.
We're only trying to do right by your dad.
You've heard of the autoerotic thing people do? Yeah, choking yourself while you're Yeah.
Your father did that? My dad was on the floor with his belt around his throat.
And my mom rolled him over, and his hand was, uh It was, uh Can you really blame her for not wanting to talk about it? Chief, I just got off the phone with Dr.
Morales.
He says the autoerotic asphyxiation thing is possible, but he wanted to know if we'd found a release mechanism at the motel.
Not sure exactly what that is.
We didn't find one.
Wait -- what didn't we find? Typically, chief, the autoerotic guy rigs up the choking device with a quick release to prevent accidental hanging.
And Wycoff only had his belt.
Not sure how that explains the sprained ankle.
Well, it's an awful lot to be doing in heels.
Sindy Showers is in interview room number 1.
Vice tracked her down to a website called "Who's Your Mommy?" She doesn't want a lawyer if we promise not to arrest her for solicitation and lewd conduct.
Thank you, Commander.
David, here's how to end this whole subpoena nightmare.
Just call Goldman and tell him you want to talk.
Wouldn't that make me look bad? How could you look any worse? Ms.
Showers, I'm Deputy Chief Brenda Leigh Johnson.
I just got a few questions for you regarding your safety.
My safety? Yes.
We're trying to find someone who might be targeting Workers like yourself.
Oh.
Then okay, I guess.
Do you recognize this man? You're not serious.
If you're worried about my safety, you've got the wrong guy.
I've known him for years, see him once every month or so.
Yesterday, as a matter of fact.
Did you know he's a member of the clergy? No.
But that explains a few things.
Like? Like every time we finish, he tries to talk me out of ever meeting him again, and he always wants us to pray for forgiveness.
I'm used to getting on my knees, but not for that.
Any other, um, unusual requests? You mean the lingerie? Not that unusual.
I mean, you wouldn't believe what some men try to pull.
This one guy, he takes about 30 toasted almonds and lines them up -- Off topic.
Off topic.
Okay, look, Cliffy pays me $300 for the hour, plus another $100 for the underwear and another $100 for the shoes.
So Cliffy likes to wear women's clothes.
You know what? So do I.
Big deal.
He's not dangerous.
I-I've always felt safe with him.
Even when he asks you to cut off his air supply? When he what? Have you ever heard of autoerotic -- The choking thing? Good God, no.
Not on my menu.
No blood, no bruises, no bondage.
I'm telling you, whatever this is, you got the wrong guy.
He likes to play dress-up.
It makes him happy.
Was he happy when you left him yesterday? Why wouldn't he be? Because, Sindy, we found Cliff in that motel room not long after you left, and he was dead.
What? No.
Are you serious? Now -- now you're scaring me.
That'sawful.
Dead how? We're not sure exactly.
He may have committed suicide.
He didn't kill himself.
I can promise you that.
Cliff loved his family way too much to leave them behind.
You knew he was married? Well, yeah.
Cliff told me that his wife wasn't into his whole dress-up thing at all.
So she let him handle it by hiring me.
So she knew all along? Yeah.
Cliff said -- I-I think her name is Kate -- that Kate thought it was a little twisted, but as long as he didn't bring his bras and panties into the house, she could ignore it.
He -- he might have been a little different from my usual dates, but he didn't deserve to die in that motel room.
His wife hired a prostitute for her cross-dressing husband.
And not just once or twice.
Which means she also probably knew -- When it was his time of the month? Uh, look, Chief.
If she was aware of what was going on for a while, then why was yesterday the breaking point? And why would he call her in despair? Good question.
But it shows up on the motel phone records.
Pastor Wycoff called his wife.
Or did he? - Chief? - Yes.
Chief? What are we gonna say in those depositions? Just the truth, I guess.
The truth.
Yeah.
But first, shouldn't we all agree as to what that is? I do phone trees all the time, but very seldom do we get to put together an all-out matrix.
And this is every phone call between every family member? Land lines and cells.
Everybody's calling everybody except the oldest son.
Isn't it funny how, in every family, there's always an odd man out? What is that supposed to mean? It means everybody knows that you've already said your piece to Goldman, and that's why he was here.
Wait, wait.
Who's "everybody" -- Provenza, Tao, and Buzz -- or is "Everybody" just you? Oh, yeah, it's just me.
I'm the only one that -- Gentlemen, please stop this bickering! This ridiculous lawsuit has nothing to do with you.
It's all about me.
Detective Sanchez, Detective Gabriel, Lieutenant Flynn, I want a pair of shiny handcuffs slapped on Mrs.
Wycoff.
Make sure her family knows so that they'll follow her down here.
Lieutenant Provenza, Lieutenant Tao, let's get this murder board out of here.
- Where to, chief? - Interview room 2.
I don't want the Wycoffs seeing it before we're ready.
How long have you known your husband was a cross-dresser? Justa few weeks.
Really? Because Sindy with an "S" told us that he dressed up for her once a month and that it was all your idea.
This is an attempt to destroy my church.
Have a seat, sir.
You presume, because I'm a Christian, that I somehow claim to be -- no, no, no.
I presume that you're not proud of helping your husband commit adultery.
Judge not lest ye be judged.
I won't be the one doing the judging, Mrs.
Wycoff.
There is more to marriage than fidelity.
It's about raising children.
It's about Um I did my best.
I did my best.
I really did my best.
I'm sure you did, but we need to talk about Sindy.
She said your husband was happy when she left the motel room at 10:55, so why did he want to die at 11:02? Cliff was disgusted with himself.
He would come home from these terrible sessions and cry for forgiveness.
He hung himself.
Why is that so hard for you to understand? Because if he was so ashamed, why did he kill himself dressed like that for all whole world to see? Mrs.
Wycoff, the coroner says your husband's wounds are consistent with murder by strangulation.
And we know that Sindy -- I told you, he called me from the motel.
But he didn't.
You keep lying to me, and I'm going to have to tell the media that your husband died wearing pink panties, a bra, and a new pair of pumps.
So, who called you from the motel? If I tell you what happened, can you keep the prostitution and cross-dressing to yourselves? We can try.
And will you leave my family out of it? Because, honestly, this is all about me.
All about you? I called my own phone to establish an alibi.
I killed him.
I snapped.
God forgive me.
I killed him.
What are you doing? What is this? Your daughter just confessed, sir.
- But you don't believe her! - I certainly do.
- Oh, it's impossible.
- Kate didn't kill him.
- Let me tell you what happened.
- Daddy, be quiet.
You can't arrest her.
Actually, I intend to arrest your entire family -- the whole lying lot of you -- as accessories to murder after the fact.
So, now would be a good time to stop covering up for each other.
Detective Sanchez, read them their rights, please, starting with George here.
What are you doing? This is crazy.
You have the right to remain silent, sir.
What did we do? Besides obstruct justice and destroy evidence? Let me show you.
Will be appointed for you by the state.
Have you heard and understood these rights as they have been read to you, sir? This is a, uh, matrix -- or a map, if you will -- of all the phone calls made around the time of your father's death.
Um, here is your mother calling from the motel to her own cellphone to make it look like she wasn't there -- very clever.
About 45 minutes later, she called your grandparents, who, in turn, called your little sister and brother to pick up your father's clothes from home, I assume.
And here's the call informing you that your father had -- wait a minute.
Lieutenant Tao, this is Chris Wycoff over here, and yet looks like no one called him.
- Could that be right? - Yes, chief.
And yet you were at the motel.
How'd you even know your father was dead? Skywriting? I was pulling duty on base when I got the call.
No, you weren't.
We checked with your commander.
You asked for yesterday off two weeks ago.
Which makes this look a lot like premeditation.
Wait.
I'll tell you why I didn't get the call.
Ma'am, can we talk privately? Lieutenant.
A couple weeks ago, my dad asked me to look at his computer at church.
He was having trouble with the wi-fi.
And I found a hidden e-mail account where this woman -- this prostitute -- was writing to him about their next meeting.
I had trouble believing it, so I followed him.
I wanted to confront him.
So, you watched him check into the motel, and you saw the prostitute come and go? Exactly, and after she left, I opened the door, and my dad was lying dead on the floor from the autoerotic -- No, no, no, no, no.
There was no autoerotic anything.
Well, it sure as heck looked like it.
I don't know.
M-maybe the prostitute killed him.
I d-- I don't know.
He was paying her $500 an hour.
Why would she kill him? Look, your mother just confessed to this murder.
I could take her word for it, Corporal.
Is that what you want? Let your brother and sister grow up without both parents? Maybe they'd be better off.
Your father led a double life, but your mom's the one who made it possible.
Lying.
Covering up for him.
Maybe she deserves to go to prison.
Hmm? Is that what you're thinking? In our house, we were taught, "Honor thy father and thy mother.
" If you so much as breathed wrong, you got the belt.
Did you ever breathe wrong? When I was 15, my -- my dad, the man who taught me right from wrong, the guy who liked to wear women's lingerie He found a note from this boy that I knew in choir -- Jeff.
The two of us were, uh Jeff and I were close.
We were close.
And I saved that note in my room at the very back of my desk drawer.
It was none of my dad's business That note.
But he found it.
And he went crazy.
Went crazy how? First he beat me.
The he shipped me off to military school.
And when I came home for Christmas, I-I found out that my dad had brought that note over to Jeff's house and showed it to his parents and that My friend He'd killed himself.
Oh, and guess who preached at Jeff's funeral.
So when my dad opened that door yesterday, looking like some kind of freak And he started saying that it was only this once and that -- that we should just pray about it, and at least he wasn't gay.
You saw his belt.
Is that it? You grabbed his belt? Yeah, I grabbed his belt.
And what did you do? It's time to do the honorable thing, Corporal.
I put it around his neck, and I yanked him all over the room.
And then? Ma'am, I spent five years in Afghanistan.
I know when someone's dead.
I killed him.
And then I called my mother.
And I left him in his little outfit, thinking, "Well Now she'll finally see the truth.
" But she already knew.
And I realized, while she was fussing with him, you know, taking off his bra, asking me to help knot his tie, that she had never once in all of my life stood up for anyone but him.
And for a moment there -- for a really bad moment -- I thought about killing her, too.
Ma'amI'm sorry to have lied to you about everything.
It was not the honorable thing to do, and I wish to apologize for having caused everyone so much trouble.
Well I don't deal much in forgiveness, Corporal.
But I sure am sorry to have to arrest you for murder in the first degree.
Hey, everyone.
Good to see you again.
I have to congratulate you guys on being a pretty tight little unit.
Detective David Gabriel You have been served.
Happy now? It's what you asked for.
Ecstatic.
Thank you.
Now you know what it's like to be singled out by your own gang.
But seriously, don't thank me.
Thank Chief Johnson.
She's the one who put you all in the spotlight.
You asked to be subpoenaed? It's only fair, right? So, come on.
Give it up.
Show me some love.
I'm subpoenaed, too.
Welcome to the club.
No rats.
No rats here.
No rats.
Oh, thank you, Lieutenant.
I could have told you that, though.
Here we go! Here we go! Hey.
You're home early.
Rough day? Sort of.
Baylors' attorney came back and subpoenaed Detective Gabriel, so that officially puts my entire division in hot water.
Ah.
Over a decision made by me and me alone.
What I'm wondering about now is, how much worse are things going to get? I mean Really, how much worse? A little worse, maybe.
What? You too? Why? I volunteered to provide protective custody for his mom and sister.
remember? I'm -- I'm so sorry.
Why? Look, what did you do, really Except your job? I-I-I drove Turell home, and I dropped him off.
And that's it.
That's it.
That's all.
I mean, there was no decision at all, really.
I don't know why we're being treated like this.
Oh, shoot, now look what I've done.
It's okay.
I got it.
Just a spill, hon.
What have I done? There's no permanent damage.
I'll wipe it up.
Okay.
It's okay.
What have I done? Hey.
Hey.
Hey.
Shh.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
What have I done? What have I done? What have I done? What have I done? What have I done? What have I done?