The Closer s07e08 Episode Script

That's it.
Thank you.
Gave us a visitor's pass.
Stop! Eyes left! Man, I hate being in here.
And without a gun, too.
Ray Diamond? I'm Deputy Chief Brenda Johnson.
This is Detective Gabriel.
It's about time you showed up.
Why? Did you have other plans for the evening? Where's your attorney, Mr.
Diamond? Yeah, I'm pro per.
You're representing yourself? Which means I can spend all day in the law library if I want to, which is where everyone thinks I am right now.
Come on, let's get this thing started! That's an excellent idea.
What do you have to tell us? Okay, I got some information on a murder-for-hire, which I'm willing to give up in exchange for the D.
A.
dropping his third strike against me.
So, go get my deal, come on back tell you everything I know.
Are you crazy? We just got here.
Did you hear the clanging on the pipes when y'all walked in here?! Bing bang bingity-bang? Whole joint knows you're in the house.
What's gonna happen when they find out that I'm the person talking to you? What happens to me then? Have you already been attacked by your fellow prisoners? Your face looks like a mess.
No, no, I got that when y'all arrested me.
That was the toughest bust I ever took.
That was a stupid car chase.
No, I'm safe for now.
You all better hurry, get the D.
A.
back here with a deal, 'cause, believe me, it's worth it.
Mr.
Diamond, this evening already ranks as one of the low points of my life.
I'm not coming back.
If you've got something to tell me and you want my help, go ahead, fascinate me.
Maybe you can start with the victim in this murder-for-hire.
Who was it? Not "Who was the victim?" Man.
"Who is.
" I'm talking about stopping a murder from happening.
We're listening.
See, whenever I come back here, I'm a trustee, which means I get to move around a lot.
One day, I'm spooning chili in the mess hall.
Next day, I'm mopping floors in high-power.
See, everybody knows me, or knows of me.
And I can get visitors, which means if you need to get word out to the street to someone, I'm a go-to guy.
So, last night, I get a kite to pass on.
And because it's from this powerful cat, I take a look And I read the message Ordering a hit on the outside.
And it all goes down tomorrow.
Tomorrow.
Okay, let me see this kite.
No, I had to let it fly, baby.
You knowingly passed on orders for a murder? If I hadn't, I'd be dead myself already that's the hand to God! Okay, all right, who's the target? A D.
A.
and a deal -- that's what I want -- on paper, legitimate.
Mr.
Diamond, it's interesting you use the word "legitimate.
" I've been studying your jacket, and you have been convicted of perjury twice -- the last time, for providing false information about a homicide.
And here you are now -- having violated your parole and facing a third strike -- and suddenly you've got a story about another murder? I know.
You want a show of good faith, right? All right, I'm gonna give you something to whet your beak, but y'all better hurry, 'cause you only got till tomorrow.
The murder has something to do with Case number BA120368.
Look it up.
BA120368.
BA120368.
It's a case before the Superior Court -- California vs.
a Robert Curtis.
He's the alleged banker for the Garcia drug cartel's American operations.
Mr.
Curtis is facing so many counts of money laundering, he could go to jail for the rest of his life, or he could be cooperating with the D.
A.
Which would explain why the cartel would want him dead.
But this, uh -- this Diamond guy, who, by all accounts, is a pathological liar, is in jail, where this might all be common knowledge.
What makes you think he's not just looking for a likely target and trying to game the system again? Mr.
Diamond gave his case number from memory.
Doesn't that at least warrant a follow-up? We've been working through the night, trying to prevent a murder -- All right, who's prosecuting this,uh, banker guy, uh,, Mr.
Curtis? DDA Hobbs.
Great.
You know Hobbs.
Call her.
Give her the information.
Between the D.
A.
's office and the sheriff's department, they have plenty of resources to take over this investigation.
Why would they take over the investigation? Because what happens in jail is the sheriff's problem, not ours.
But this case was brought directly to the L.
A.
P.
D.
Yeah, by a snitch in the county jail, with information about a county case, looking to make a deal with the county prosecutor.
County, county, county.
Chief, sir, with all due respect, Ray Diamond took a huge risk reaching out to us last night.
We promised him that we would follow up.
Which you will do by telling DDA Hobbs all about it.
Look, I'll share a secret with you.
The city and the L.
A.
P.
D.
are broke, out of money.
Now, if this snitch had come to you in our jurisdiction, it would be different, but he didn't, so it's not.
He is physically and financially the problem of the district attorney of the county of Los Angeles, to whom Major Crimes will immediately hand off this investigation.
Chief, we have updates on the Ray Diamond case.
As a trustee, Diamond has access to all parts of the jail, including high-- including high-power, where at least six known associates of the Garcia cartel are housed.
High-power detainees don't get phone calls, and they don't get out-of-cell time, so they would use a guy like Diamond to get their messages out.
Uh, Captain, Ray Diamond is a prisoner that we're holding in county.
Here's his jacket.
Good.
The L.
A.
P.
D.
and the FBI have been investigating the Garcias for years.
They're like Dirtbag, Inc.
And it's not just drugs.
They traffic in people and guns, and they're really rich.
That's where the banker, Robert Curtis, comes into play.
According to this indictment, it was his responsibility to manage all the cartel's money.
Yeah, he probably set himself up a great pension plan.
You're not too far off, Lieutenant.
The Garcias do run the cartel like a major corporation, and they have themselves subpoenaed from all over the prison system to the L.
A.
county jail, where they have these board-of-directors meetings.
And it looks to us like your, uh, banker, Robert Curtis, had sole control over their American finances.
Now, if he's looking to make a deal, we could use his testimony to help track and confiscate the cartel's money worldwide.
Okay, so, we have a Garcia cartel board-of-directors meeting going on right now in L.
A.
county jail's high-power.
Okay, so they must have heard that the banker's turning against them.
So they send out the order to kill him with a kite they pass through Ray Diamond.
Where's Mr.
Curtis right now? In an undisclosed location.
And his hearing isn't listed on the Trial Court Information System.
probably because it's sequestered for his own protection.
So he is making a deal.
Well, Chief, your snitch is starting to look a little more credible.
What? What's the matter? Well, according to Chief Pope, this is the county's case.
He just wants us to hand over all our information to DDA Hobbs and let her just run the show.
Captain Raydor? Chief Johnson? - I have a complaint.
- When have you not? In our interview with Mr.
Diamond, he said that, after leading the police on a car chase, he was beaten before he was arrested.
Come on, Chief, Diamond probably dumped the car at some point and tried to run away.
When you tackle a suspect like that, there's bound to be -- Lieutenant Flynn, this bruise underneath his eye and the cut on his forehead indicate a possible categorical use of force by the L.
A.
P.
D.
And, you know, Ray did say that this was his toughest bust ever.
I think that I should go to county jail and interview Mr.
Diamond immediately.
And while you're taking his complaint, would you please let him know that I am in communication with DDA Hobbs? Great.
See if you can get him to confirm that this banker, Robert Curtis, really is the intended target.
Also, if, while you're conducting your F.
I.
D.
investigation, Mr.
Diamond has anything more to say about this kite, I'd love to hear it.
Chief? Looks like Ray Diamond won't be filing a complaint after all.
We've secured the scene.
It's all yours.
You guys can feel free to take over.
- Any questions? - No I think we're good.
Sergeant Stanton? Sergeant Stanton, do you have any idea who murdered Ray Diamond? This is high-power, ma'am.
Got only about a dozen guys to choose from, and all of them love killing people.
Such a secure wing.
How did they manage to stab him to death without a guard noticing? All due respect, ma'am, the county owns this investigation.
We don't answer to you.
In fact, we have our own questions.
Like why all this interest in Ray to begin with? Ray made allegations of police brutality during his arrest.
And I can help you out with that.
Before he died, Ray said the cops didn't do it.
Really? Well, good luck.
Especially considering the guy was stabbed in the throat half a dozen times.
Yeah, he had to repeat twice.
Look first you guys send down a Deputy Chief, and you follow up with a Captain? This isn't about some brutality beef.
If there's something we need to know -- Tell me, sergeant, other than the L.
A.
P.
D.
, did Ray Diamond have any visitors in the past 48 hours? Hey.
Hey, yourself.
I came by this morning.
Where were you? I'm a busy man.
What can I say? What happened to your face? This? High-speed chases never end good, you know? I've never been in one.
What are you looking at? Nothing.
You're pretty.
Well, it was good to see you.
Oh, so, that's it? - Just do it? - Don't say nothing.
Right on.
Stop right there.
Buzz, please play it back again slowly and blow it up if you can.
You really want to watch it again? Bigger and slower.
There's your kite.
Ew.
Ray Diamond passed it through a kiss.
Who is that woman? According to the visitors' log, her name is Maria Flores.
And under "relation," she put down "girlfriend.
" Girlfriend? She's, like, half his age.
Hey, the heart wants what the heart wants.
Well, apparently, Miss Flores visits a variety of prisoners at the men's county jail, and each time, she lists herself as girlfriend.
So, if Ray Diamond was telling the truth, that kiss goodbye contained the orders to murder the cartel banker.
Which means the killer or killers may already be on the move.
I mean, the hit's supposed to happen sometime today.
I sent two sergeants to Miss Flores' home, but she hasn't been seen since last night.
Excuse me, Chief.
DDA Hobbs is in Pope's office.
They asked for you.
Pope's trying to hand this investigation over to county.
But on the tape, Chief, Ray Diamond told Maria Flores that he was injured after a high-speed chase with the police.
So you still have an open use-of-force complaint? And Chief Pope cannot shut me down.
Well, then Maria Flores may be an excellent witness for you.
If I can find her.
Hello, everyone.
Hey, Gavin.
Oh, Gavin, um, I'm so sorry.
I forgot you were coming.
We've just been hit with a possible murder-for-hire case, and we're just going to have to reschedule.
Well, dear, what's the point in confirming our appointments if you're not going to keep them? I've no control over when people are killed, and this case has a ticking clock on it, so You want to see a ticking clock? This is my schedule today, and these are the hours for which you will be billed.
Someone's life is in the balance.
Well, I'm not paid to care about that.
I am paid to care about you by the hour.
Hey, Gavin.
Um, Chief, come on.
We know that information is being leaked to the Baylor family's attorney by somebody in your division, and Gavin needs to interview Everyone here.
But I haven't prepared everybody for this.
You haven't told your detectives that Gavin needs to talk to them? No.
Well, now may be a very good time to do it.
All right, uh, everyone Let me have your attention just for a moment, please.
I know that everyone's been through the wringer on this whole Shootin' Newton case, and, um, all of you saw my attorney, Gavin, at your depositions.
Some of you may know him from his days as a city attorney.
Of course I do.
Gavin defended me in my favorite case ever.
I was driving my car, and I ran over some dirtbag who was shooting at me.
Okay? So his parents sued me.
Now, at the end of the trial, Gavin turns to the jury, and he says -- Turned to the jury, and he said, "Well, the Lieutenant was being shot at through his windshield.
"What'd you want him to do? Honk if he loved Jesus?" Yeah.
"Honk if you love Jesus.
" I was just gonna say that.
Yes, yes.
Good times, indeed.
I take it Gavin wants to talk to us.
Uh, to make a long story short, Commander, yes.
Has this been cleared with our union reps? Well, I'm not swearing anyone, and it's completely confidential.
And I just have a short list here of five questions.
See? One page.
Gabriel, this won't take long.
I'll even go first.
Chief, you mind if we use your conference room? - No, no, not at all.
-= Thank you.
I can't wait any longer.
Robert Curtis' attorney has been slow-walking us for three years.
It's already cost the taxpayers millions.
The preliminary hearing is set for today, after the judge's regular court hours.
Curtis will be there.
The murder is supposed to happen today.
According to a jailhouse snitch and convicted perjurer.
Who was killed for speaking to us.
People get knocked off for all kinds of reasons in county jail, and this so-called threat can't have anything to do with Curtis.
His hearing is being held in a secret location.
Where? In a police substation off Olvera Street, which nobody -- absolutely nobody -- knows about, not even the judge.
Maybe the cartel has sources the judge doesn't.
Right.
The death of a potential informant in this case would seem to suggest that a delay might be prudent.
No, no, no.
The testimony of Robert Curtis will help defund a narco-terror organization that has been operating with impunity across our border! I won't risk getting him scared into backing off.
What if Curtis gets assassinated on his way to court? We have an enormous security team around him already.
Do you want me to make it bigger? By at least one.
I want to join the security detail.
- Brenda.
Brenda.
- No, no.
I don't want you involved.
Look, the last time I failed to prevent a murder, we got sued -- all of us.
You really want to go through that again? Fine.
You can speak with Robert Curtis, but you will not mention a specific threat to him.
He goes to court today.
Great, and I'll send your boss the bill for Chief Johnson's services.
I'm coming, too.
Fritzi, I don't think that's a good idea.
You can't both just invite yourselves into my case.
Hey, the FBI has been working this investigation, too, Hobbs.
If the cartel wants to get to Curtis, his security detail is the perfect place to start.
And you are not going anywhere bullets could be fired without me.
Oh, God.
Both of you, really? We'll blend in perfectly.
Regarding Turell Baylor.
It's my understanding that a few hours before he was killed, Mr.
Baylor confessed to the Shootin' Newton murders.
Yeah, but he had an immunity deal, so we had to cut him loose.
It's all in the deposition.
And you have nothing to add to that? Good.
We're already 20% done.
So, when Chief Johnson and Detectives Gabriel and Sanchez returned from dropping Mr.
Baylor off at his house, what did they say? I don't know.
Nothing, really.
You know, I guess Detective Gabriel may have said something about it being a lousy day.
And can you elaborate on what was meant by "A lousy day"? "Lousy" as in "not good," "day" as in it started off investigating a triple homicide of U.
S.
servicemen at 1:30 a.
m.
And ended with letting off a double murderer 18 hours later.
So, yes, it was a long, exhausting, crappy, lousy, as in "Not good," day.
Next question.
Who are you? Part of my security detail? Yes, we are, sir.
I can't believe we never met before.
Must be new.
Rob.
I'm Brenda Leigh Johnson, and, um, this is Fritz.
Really, really nice to meet you.
You too, y-you too.
I'm gonna go check the street.
Andrea, who is that guy? I don't like him.
We'll keep him away.
Yeah, but youstay close.
Oh, don't go too close to the door.
You've got pretty good eyes, as well as a firm grip.
So, tell me, Brenda Leigh Johnson, do I look crooked to you? Sir? My tie -- does it look crooked? I don't want to give the wrong impression on my big day in court.
No, no, no, you, uh -- you look like a billion bucks.
And from what I understand, that's chicken feed to the cartel.
The Garcias run a large business.
That's true.
A business? Is, uh, that what you call it? It's a market-driven response that operates entirely on the principle of supply and demand.
People want drugs.
The cartel distributes them.
So, yes, it's a business.
Except the cartel kills people.
Tell me, how many American lives have been destroyed by Wall Street traders in the last few years? Hmm? How many homes lost, pensions wiped out? How many related suicides? Who gets arrested when an oil rig blows up in the Gulf? The only difference between those guys and the cartel is that the Garcias know their victims by name.
Now you're testifying against them? Well, I was caught, wasn't I? But you get to walk away.
That's just the way it is, sweetheart.
The banker always walks away.
Mr.
Curtis, please gather your things.
Your attorney's arrived, and we'll be heading out.
Gotcha, boss.
Um, just one second.
I just Oh.
Thank you.
Oh, my pleasure.
I -- I was just wondering.
In all your dealings with the cartel, did you ever come across a woman named Maria Flores? Oh, yeah, the kiss of death.
It's a little joke.
Uh, Maria -- she has an odd habit.
Every time she visits a guy in jail, the next day, somebody on the outside turns up dead.
She's on the Garcias' payroll.
Low-level.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Who are you? - Who is she? - Nick, it's all right.
This is Brenda.
She's one of the good guys.
That's not for you to decide.
- Relax.
I didn't say a thing.
- Nick, what's wrong? My client cannot be questioned without me being present.
What kind of game are you playing here, Andrea? No game.
I was a deputy D.
A.
for 15 years.
I know all your tricks.
Who are you? Who do you work for? I work for the L.
A.
P.
D.
I'm just here to protect your client.
Hmm.
Nick, nobody's going around your back.
Don't use this as another excuse to delay.
Pardon me, gentlemen.
Nick, hey, are you listening to me? What? I want you to shut up.
Do you understand? You're making me nervous.
And I'm really getting tired of your mouth.
All right.
Hello? I've found Maria Flores.
Oh, thank goodness.
Where? Is there any reason she'd be on Olvera Street? Did you say Olvera Street? Correct.
I caught up with her coming out of her workplace, and I've been following her around the Plaza here for the last 20 minutes in some kind of holding pattern.
I think Maria knows the location of the secret court.
Um, is she alone? Yeah, although she could be circling in order to pick someone up.
Okay, we need to find out where Maria leads you.
I'm gonna send my detectives to help.
Don't pick her up unless you absolutely have to, and do not lose her.
Why would I lose her? Mr.
Curtis cannot go to court today.
It's not safe.
The location of the hearing has been compromised.
How do you know that it's been compromised? Because Maria Flores is driving around looking like she's waiting to pick someone up.
- Damn it! - What's going on? A change of plans.
Curtis isn't going to testify today.
Fine.
I'll ask for a continuance.
No.
You'll represent him at the hearing.
The judge just needs to know that Curtis has agreed to a deal with the D.
A.
's office.
You don't think his honor will want to hear from my client himself? You can give the judge the broad strokes.
We'll see.
You better know what you're talking about.
No.
No, no, no.
You stay here.
I like the thought of you being surrounded by a protection detail.
Besides, Curtis would miss you.
Oh.
There's nothing to say, really.
I have not discussed the case with anyone outside Major Crimes.
That's the answer to number three.
Uh, number four, yes, I was aware that Turrell's family was under FBI protection.
And, number five, no, I am not on the team investigating Turrell's murder.
Um, I hear they don't even have a suspect yet.
Good.
And you're sure that no one who was in the car with Turrell at the time he was dropped off at his house ever spoke to you? Look, the only thing I can tell you is what I told the Baylors' lawyer, which is the same thing I told the city attorney.
And that is? My name is Detective Julio Sanchez, Major Crimes, badge number 58323.
Is this how you intend to answer all of my questions? I have some questions of my own.
Okay.
What would you like to know? How about this one? Say a cop comes across a pile of cash just lying in the street -- small bills, nonsequential.
Hypothetically speaking, is he obligated to look for the person who that cash originally belonged to? Flynn, Raydor found Maria Flores.
The Chief wants us to back her up.
Good talking to you, counselor.
Always an experience, Lieutenant.
Gavin, punch out.
Grab a coffee.
We got a problem.
Lord, have mercy.
Well, that was frustrating, not to mention embarrassing.
I jumped through hoops to get the judge down here, just so Rhodes could get another continuance.
I don't know how much longer I can keep Robert Curtis on my side.
You're already relocating him.
He's not going to jail.
Realistically, what more can you give him? Money.
Curtis is the only one who knows where the Garcias put all their cash? Exactly.
Which makes it even more ridiculous to me that they would try and kill him.
Hello? Chief, Maria Flores just picked up a passenger -- young Latino male -- we're gonna roll them up.
Good.
Whatever deal you make, the FBI will probably end up with the money.
I don't care who has the cash, as long as it isn't the cartel.
- Where are you? - Hang on.
She's turning.
Now I have to set up another sequestered hearing.
And how do we know they won't figure out where that is, too? If this was ever an assassination attempt to begin with, which I doubt very much.
Oh, let me call my office.
What time is it? Stay on 'em! Stay on 'em! Captain, what happened?! Where's Fritzi?! Everyone all right? Okay, paramedics are coming.
- I'm not hit.
I'm not hit.
- You are.
You are.
Oh, my God.
Careful, julio.
Go left! Left! Left! Left! Left! Aah! Whoa! Out of the car now! Out of the car! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Okay, hands where we can see 'em! Don't shoot! Don't shoot! Hands where we can see 'em now! Toss your weapon now! Do it now! Toss your weapon out of the car and get out with your hands in the air! You, up against the building right now! Right now! On the ground! Ial piso! On your knees! Down on your knees! Stop! Stop moving! Clear out of the way! Move! Stop moving, sir! Clear out of the way! Get out of the way! Nobody shoot.
I've got him.
Freeze where you are -- now! What are you gonna do, lady? Shoot me? Ah! Holy crap! You got him right between the eyes.
Lucky shot.
The recoil on these bean-bag guns is awful.
- Oh, Fritzi.
- Hey.
I'm fine.
I'm fine.
Good job, everyone.
- Andrea? - I'm okay.
Just a scratch.
Chief, Robert Curtis and his attorney are in interview room 2, and they are not happy.
Join the club.
Maria Flores invoked, but we took her into federal custody.
We don't need her.
We found all the info on the secret court down to the room number and pictures of DDA Hobbs in the trunk of her car.
Plus $15,000 in cash, which I'm guessing was the down payment on killing you.
Good to know what I'm worth.
Where's the shooter? In the hospital, unconscious.
He'll live, Chief.
Can't have everything.
We I.
D.
'd him as Hector Medina, Mexican national.
Probably sent over the border just for this job, Chief.
That explains why Maria was driving him around.
He didn't know the area.
- Or have a driver's license.
- Chief.
Visitors logs from county going back two weeks.
Oh, wonderful.
- Thank you.
- Mm.
Oh, and if you're interested, Ray Diamond was not beaten up by the officers who apprehended him.
I found a witness in jail who says that Mr.
Diamond admitted that he ran into a telephone pole face-first.
You still working Diamond's use-of-force investigation? Of course.
What'd you think I was doing? I'll be back before Gavin leaves.
Why would the cartel want to kill me? I'm replaceable.
I think you just answered your own question.
Thank you, gentlemen.
Brenda.
Is Andrea okay? Yes, yes.
She's fine.
Thanks for asking.
Those sons of bitches.
That could've been me.
Well, remember, Mr.
Curtis.
It's just business.
Chief Johnson, we will not be taking questions anymore from the L.
A.
P.
D.
or DDA Hobbs.
With this brazen act of violence, we now feel the state can no longer adequately protect Mr.
Curtis from the cartel.
Is that true, Rob? Until you guys work this thing out, yeah.
I -- I don't feel safe.
But you weren't the target of this assassination attempt.
It was DDA Hobbs.
Andrea Hobbs? come on.
They may be seriously psychotic You're still off the clock.
Why don't you have a seat? Now, suggesting that they would deliberately try anything against a DDA is completely unbelievable.
They may shoot a cop now and again, but never a prosecutor or a judge.
You're a little behind, Mr.
Rhodes.
We already caught the shooter.
I'm more interested in Maria Flores -- the woman that your client here called "The kiss of death.
" She was driving around the would-be assassin.
And that got me to thinking about something that you told me earlier today, Rob.
Something I told you? About Maria? You said that she was on the cartel's payroll.
And from what I understand, you handle all the Garcias' money.
Wait, you can't think that I paid Maria to hire a hitman to kill Andrea.
Shut up, Robert.
Hey, do not tell me to shut up again! Just let me, please.
Look, my client is a government witness.
It's his ass on the line here.
You haven't done anything better for me than Andrea.
Your attorney is right, Rob.
You are in danger.
Which is why your trial was secured down to the smallest detail.
And yet Maria Flores knew all about it.
Well, I didn't tell her where it was.
I didn't even know myself.
Sure you did.
Your attorney here told you.
Oh, whoa, whoa.
Wait.
Hold on a second.
I never told Curtis the address.
Mr.
Rhodes, you are a sworn officer of the court.
Are you telling me without qualification that you did not reveal to your client the address of the secret courthouse? We never discussed it.
I swear.
Then how did the cartel's top leaders -- who are all in county right now -- know the address and where to wait for DDA Hobbs? I don't know, but this is just the kind of lapse in security that I've been worried about since this whole trial began.
Two weeks ago, the cartel's Board of Directors had a board meeting in county lock-up.
And, uh, according to the visitors log, Mr.
Rhodes, you were there.
And under "Relationship to prisoner," you wrote "Counsel.
" "Counsel"? What the hell? Nick? Look, no, no, no.
See, this is just what she's trying to do, Robert, is make you talk.
Now, I'm leaving.
You can't talk to my client anymore.
If I were you, I wouldn't agree to stop talking to me.
Game over! Your life depends on it.
Your attorney was sitting with the cartel's Board of Directors for almost an hour.
Nick, wait.
Wait! Wait! Why were you at the jail, Nick? Look the Garcias are representing themselves in this trial.
As the counsel for a separated co-defendant -- you -- I'm entitled to ask about their defense.
And you just so happened to tell them Oh, my God.
That after years of stalling, you could no longer keep Mr.
Curtis here from making a deal with the D.
A.
? Oh, my God.
You're working for them.
Not true! But the cartel couldn't kill you, Mr.
Curtis, without losing access to their money.
So they decided to kill DDA Hobbs instead.
That is clearly insane.
Let's face it.
Your lawyer is trying to put you in jail, where the Garcias can do what they want with you.
- She's lying, Robert.
- I'm not lying.
- She's lying.
- I'm not lying.
I'll prove it to you.
Nick Rhodes, you have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say can and will be used against Wait, wait, are you -- you're reading me my rights? You have the right to an attorney.
Have you lost your mind?! I don't need to be read my rights! I've done nothing wrong.
So, if I check your personal and business accounts, I won't find a transaction where you paid Maria Flores $15,000? - No.
- Hang on.
Wait.
What? Oh, my God.
Nick, you had m-- he told me to sign off on a $15,000 cash distribution yesterday.
Robert, stop talking.
So, you admit you're still handling the cartel's money? Yeah, he told me to keep managing their finances so they wouldn't know that I was flipping on them.
No, be quiet, Robert.
You're incriminating yourself! No, I'm incriminating you! He's been telling me what to do with the money ever since we started this deal -- including paying for my defense.
That's my cue.
Excuse me.
Is that true, Mr.
Rhodes? Even if I wanted to answer you, I'm constrained by privilege.
My first and only concern must be Robert.
You appear to have been running Mr.
Curtis for the cartel all along, and that makes you part of a criminal enterprise.
Privilege doesn't cover that.
Criminal enterpri-- look, it's no secret Robert had money from these guys.
- But it's not money.
- How much did they promise you, Nick? - What? - To hand me over to those animals? You know what they'd do to me in jail.
You know! Robert.
Mr.
Curtis, you remember Special Agent Fritz Howard of the FBI? FBI? Since you just confessed to paying for the assassination attempt on DDA Hobbs, of the coffee shop, and, of course, me, I'm here to take you into federal custody.
No! This is not right.
I had a deal.
The state can have you when we're done -- in about 14 lifetimes.
Bye, Rob.
It's been fun.
You bitch! I told you to shut up, Robert.
Now they don't need you anymore.
They need me.
Look I'm not the bad guy here.
How did you become the criminal you used to put in jail? Oh, I don't need a lecture on morality from Deputy Chief Brenda Leigh Johnson.
You're the one who put a guy on the street to be beaten to death, not me.
Oh, yeah, I looked into you.
Don't forget, I represent criminals.
Andyou hear everything in jail.
Just because you didn't beat Turell Baylor to death with your own two hands doesn't mean you didn't kill him.
You're no different from me.
Oh, my.
This is taking a nasty turn, isn't it? So This is what happens next.
Youget mea deal.
And I get you back all the cartel's money that I tricked Curtis into giving me.
I have a better idea.
How 'bout you write down how you paid Maria Flores $15,000 to help assassinate DDA Hobbs? And, in return, I'll arrest you on 14 counts of attempted murder.
That's the only deal you're gonna get.
Take it or leave it.
What? Seriously? Look, that is not a deal.
Listen, Johnson.
Without me, you will never, ever find the cartel's money.
Understand? Never.
I don't care about the money.
I care about all the people who nearly died today, including my husband.
Now, I have enough probable cause to arrest you and send you over to county, where you can live it up with all your cartel friends.
I'm sure they'd be thrilled to see you, especially considering how cooperative you just offered to be.
You know they hear everything in jail.
Wait, hold on.
Now, wait a minute.
You wouldn't dare.
When you see Turell Baylor in hell, you ask him what I wouldn't dare to do.
Oh, my God.
She doesn't mean it, Gavin.
Baylor's caused her a lot of grief.
If she can get a little mileage out of him, why not? As much as I'd like to kill him myself, I'll put Rhodes in protective custody.
So don't worry, Gavin.
Thank you, dear.
That would be a big help.
My God, this woman.
No, no, no, no.
Look.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait -- Put that pen to paper.
Be quickor be gone.
I heard the Chief agree to protect Turell's I mother and sister, but I don't know who's looking into his murder.
I'm a civilian tech.
I'm not a police officer.
And did the Chief or Detectives Gabriel and Sanchez speak to you after they dropped Turell off at his house? Yes.
Chief Johnson asked me if I had any Ding Dongs.
Excuse me? She sometimes has Ding Dongs on rough days, and after she came back, she ran out.
Hmm.
Always tough running out of Ding Dongs.
Okay, so, let's just go over these questions again and make sure we got them all right.
I can save you some time.
Number one, no.
Number two, no.
Number three We'll come back to.
Number four, I don't know and I don't care.
Number five, also no.
Now, back to number three for a second.
"Have I discussed this case with anyone outside Major Crimes?" Have you? Love you, love your work, but I'm out of here.
All right.
All right.
Listen up, everyone.
Now, I know we've all been through hell because of this damn witch hunt, but these questions imply that one of us is cooperating with the Baylors' attorney.
And I find that insulting to my character and to that of everyone else in this room.
For the record, I find it insulting, too.
Well, for the record, as well, there's simply no way that Mr.
Goldman knows what he knows about Major Crimes without inside information.
So, somewhere in this division, there's a leak.
Okay, then.
Well, it was really nice spending time with all of you today.
We'll be meeting again soon.
Wait up, Gavin.
Did you learn anything? Nothing I didn't already suspect.
See, everyone here talks to everyone else here about everything.
So, if one person knows something, you all do.
So, to that leak that you don't think exists Can you please tell Mr.
Goldman That he can sneak around all he wants to, but if this case ever gets to a courtroom I win.
No matter what he thinks he knows I win.
No matter what lies he gets passed I win.
But in the meantime, please be safe, everybody.
It is a rough world out there.
And it's getting rougher every day.