Show: The Closer - 6x11
So I'm not saying that everything is great.
But I promise you -- everything gets better.
Anyway, look, thank you for letting me share tonight, and if you get nothing else out of my qualification, just remember this -- don't drink even if your ass is falling off.
[ Laughter ] The Closer 6x11 Old Money Original Air Date on December 6, 2010 All: God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, courage to change the things I can, and wisdom to know the difference.
Amen.
Keep coming back.
It works if you work it.
== Sync, corrected by elderman == == for www.addic7ed.com == [ Applause ] Hey, that was a, uh...
What do you call it?
It's a, uh...
Oh, oh.
A qualification.
Right.
Yeah, thanks, kid.
I'm glad you liked it.
You been in the program a while?
Little over 14 years now.
Whew.
How about you?
Yeah, I just, I was...
I was wondering how all this works.
This must be your first meeting, huh?
And so -- I don't know -- I just feel like I'm in such a deep hole, I don't know how to dig myself out.
Am I taking up too much of your time?
No, no, not at all.
Keep going.
All right.
Well, after my wife divorced me, she, like, turned my parents against me.
They, like, think I've blown it.
You know, losing my marriage and my [chuckling] career.
But, um...
I don't know.
I mean, never, ever, ever drinking again?
I-I-I...
All right.
Listen, kid.
You don't think about it that way.
You just think...
I'm not gonna have a drink today.
That's it.
Hey, I'll tell you what -- why don't we go across the street, I'll buy you a cup of coffee, and we'll keep talking?
Um, no.
No.
I, um...
Thank you for the offer, but I just, um...
I don't know if I can do this yet.
Sorry.
Sure.
Nice meeting you.
And, uh, if you change your mind, I'm here next week.
I'm really sorry.
Not a problem.
Hey.
Keep coming back.
[ Door closes ] [ Dog barking in distance ] [ Car alarm chirps ] Aah!
[ Both grunting ] [ Grunting loudly ] Aah!
[ Dog barking in distance ] Ugh!
[ Both grunting ] [ Groaning ] [ Breathing heavily ] [ Dialing ] Captain Raydor.
It's Lieutenant Flynn.
Yeah.
This is your lucky day.
[ Siren wails ] [ Police radio chatter ] Man: Lieutenant, please sit down.
We got to get you to the hospital.
You've lost more blood than you know, and you're in shock.
I'm not going anywhere until I give my statement.
Let them do their job, Lieutenant.
Yeah, right after I do mine.
Okay, hurry up.
He used this -- my attacker.
White.
6 feet -- asshole.
I discharged my weapon, so you're gonna want my gun.
Here.
Take it.
There's one in the chamber, six in the mag, and two in that son of a bitch.
I double tapped him...
So he couldn't have gone far.
He ran off...
Over...
Whoa!
Whoa.
Okay.
He better wake up.
I need that.
Thank you.
[ Engine turns over ] It's Captain Sharon Raydor.
I need to put out a hospital alert for Southern California.
So there is a hell.
[ Brenda scoffs ] You're not there yet, Lieutenant.
It's the only one they had in the gift shop.
Yeah, that's okay -- doesn't matter 'cause I'm not [straining] staying.
Oh, yes, you are!
You've got 30 stitches in your side alone.
Lay back.
Are you comfortable?
Yeah, I'm fine, Chief.
Good, because I've got some questions for you.
Like, "who would want to kill me?"
Lots of people, I'm sure, but who would actually go to the trouble?
I have no idea.
Are you positive you didn't know the guy?
I-I've never seen him before in my life.
I was -- I was leaving an A.A.
Meeting, when this young man, around 30, came up to talk to me.
I mean, definitely not the attacker.
No.
I mean, I don't -- I didn't think anything of it at the time, but this newbie, he hung out until everyone else was gone.
Okay, Lieutenant, I'm gonna need to take a peek at the A.A.
logbook or sign-in sheet.
There is no sign-in sheet.
It's anonymous.
Hasn't your husband told you about how A.A.
works?
Provenza: All right, then, so the guy that was waiting for you -- did you at least get his first name?
No, no, I didn't.
I-I watched him walk out, then I went out to my car, and then...
Ohh, damn.
Look at me.
You should see the other guy.
Oh, Captain Raydor.
Have you found Lieutenant Flynn's assailant?
Well, hospital alert didn't show anybody, but a crime broadcast found a white male shot in the chest, left by the road in San Bernardino.
We've I.D.'d him as Bobby Harris.
Never heard of him.
All right.
Misdemeanor car theft.
Out on probation three days ago.
I had a Detective in San Bernardino e-mail me his photo.
Brenda: Is this the man who attacked you?
Oh, I should mention that...
If you positively I.D.
the victim, then this case becomes mine right now.
On the other hand, if you don't recognize this man, then this case will be investigated by Major Crimes.
So, bearing all of that in mind, is this the man who tried to kill you?
It is hard to say.
It all happened so fast.
Very good.
Uh, you will be needing this.
This is the knife from the crime scene.
Good luck, Chief.
Brenda: Thank you so much...
Captain Raydor.
Chief, that's definitely the guy.
That gash on his face was from the wiper blade -- No, no, no, no, no.
You've never seen that man before.
Yes, I have, Chief.
I'm telling you -- that's the guy.
I don't want you to I.D.
anybody until you're in a better state of mind.
Wait until Captain Raydor comes back with the results from ballistics and the blood tests.
Then you can I.D.
Hey, Lieutenant.
Oh, hey, David.
Oh, you don't look...
Too bad.
[ Chuckles weakly ] Uh, Chief, I just ran into Captain Raydor out in the hallway, and she said hello to me.
She's up to something.
Is there any, uh, leads on your attacker?
Yes.
No.
Well, now that we've got that settled, I'm getting the hell out of here and going to San Bernardino to search dead Bobby Harris' home.
Come on, Gabriel.
I'll fill you in on the way.
Feel better.
Well...
I'm leaving, too.
You take care, and...
Keep your hands off the nurses.
Chief?
Dead Bobby Harris was living above his mother's garage.
Mom didn't want him under the same roof.
Yeah, and he didn't have a car, either.
We checked his mom's S.U.V -- no sign of blood.
So how he got to San Bernardino, we don't know.
Maybe the guy who was stalling Lieutenant Flynn at his A.A.
Meeting picked up Bobby after he was shot and dumped the body in San Bernardino.
What's in the bag?
Oh, uh, $37,500...
Cash.
We found this in the closet in Bob's apartment.
This guy didn't need to rob Flynn.
He was lying in wait, Chief.
[ Rubber band snaps ] Tao.
Tao, I already counted this.
You heard Gabriel.
There's 37-- I'm not counting it.
Then what the hell are you doing?
Due to counterfeiting, our currency got a series of face-lifts over the past 12 years.
All these bills are from the old design from before 1998.
And when you take into account the Secretary of Treasury signatures, all this cash might even be earlier.
See?
This is a stack of Nicholas F.
Bradys...
Uh, 1988 to 1993.
Ooh!
A Lloyd Bentsen -- very rare.
So an ex-con, three days out of jail, with a bag of cash from the 1990s.
Someone paid this guy to kill Lieutenant Flynn.
I'm in violent agreement.
[ Sighs ] [ Chuckles ] What?
I was just thinking that...
Maybe it'd be good idea for me to come with you to some of your A.A.
Meetings.
Really?
You want to spend time getting to know that part of my life?
I do!
I do.
And I had a sketch artist sit down with Andy last night...
Mm-hmm.
...And they came up with a, uh, composite of the man that he was talking to after his A.A.
Meeting.
And I thought, you know, perfect timing.
This has absolutely nothing to do with me and everything to do with work.
It's both!
Why can't it be both?
I got a better idea.
If you're really, honestly, truthfully interested in spending more free time with me...
I am.
I really am.
Listen, listen.
Shh!
That was the whole point of -- wait a second.
Listen.
Listen.
Shh!
As the liaison to the L.A.P.D., I could pass on some highly classified info to you.
Mm-hmm.
But you'd have to get back in bed with me for five minutes in order to hear it.
Five minutes?
Well, this clearly isn't gonna be about me.
Oh, but that's how good the information is.
Uh-huh.
But, you know...
Hmm?
I'm not supposed to talk.
Mm.
[ Chuckles ] Okay, you broke me.
[ Moans ] Now that Tommy Delk...
Uh-huh?
...
Has been sworn in as the new Chief, people are telling me they're gonna offer you...
Pope's job.
That's why Captain Raydor let me go first last night!
Yeah, you could be her boss.
She's doing some pre-emptive ass-kissing.
Look, Fritzy, I know you don't like will, but he's my friend.
I could never take his job away from him!
Well, you're not taking it.
This is horrible news -- horrible!
You've earned it.
Do you not think will pope would have walked right over you if it meant he could have been Chief?
Hey.
You promised me five minutes.
Well, I didn't say when.
Did I?
[ Sighs ] Tao: I followed the money, double-checked it.
All old paper, 1988 to 1995.
So I pulled all of Flynn's convictions during those years.
Slide.
And since dead Bob got out of jail three days ago, we cross-referenced everyone else coming through the system at the county level.
Maybe someone from the inside sent Bob on a mission.
Slide!
Tao: Martin Lawson -- he murdered his mother.
He was convicted in June of '94.
He came at Flynn in court.
Swore his brothers would get Flynn for calling his mama ugly.
Provenza: That's what got him talking.
Flynn is the guy that broke him!
And, by the way, his mother was ugly.
Lieutenant, what are you doing here?
You've got over 30 stitches.
Look, if you're trying to find somebody in county jail connected to me, don't you think you have a better chance of identifying them with my help?
Chief, don't worry.
He won't do much...
Like usual.
It's just until we make the guy, and then Flynn is going home!
All right, Lieutenant Flynn, you can stay.
As soon as you make the I.D., you leave.
Slide.
Slide.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Back that thing up.
There.
That's Rick Zuman.
Yeah, he dealt coke and laundered money in the '90s.
He offed two of his business partners, and I got his bookkeeper to flip on his alibi.
What was his M.O.?
Oh, well, Ricky boy would find a mark, get some front money from them for a big cocaine buy, and promise to double their investment by selling it.
Then when his partners came around looking for their share, he'd make sure they died of an overdose.
Tao: The feds also had an informant on the case.
Gave him $400,000 in marked bills to make a deal with Rick.
Yeah, but the informant went missing.
They never found the body or the cash.
Rick went to jail in '96.
This money is from '95 and before.
Maybe this is some of the FBI cash.
How did Zuman get his conviction overturned?
Well, it's got to be some kind of technicality because this creep is as guilty as [chuckling] sin.
Gabriel: Yeah, but still, on appeal, he would have been in county lock-up waiting for his retrial, which means that Zuman and dead Bob were there at the same time.
Lieutenant Provenza, would you please get Rick Zuman's jail-movement records?
I want to find out who his friends and roommates might have been.
Maybe one of them was dead Bob or the young man Flynn met at his A.A.
Meeting.
Lieutenant Flynn, did Rick have any special reason to hate you?
I don't know.
Did you assault, threaten, or irritate him in any way?
Uh, well, when we convicted Rick, I told him that I knew that he had killed that FBI informant and that I was going to dedicate my life to proving it.
And then what did you do?
I don't know.
Something else came up.
Look, if Zuman is in county, let me go down and talk to him.
No, no, no, no, no.
You are not going anywhere.
Detective Gabriel and Detective Sanchez, let's get Zuman down here for a chat and see how surprised he is to see Lieutenant Flynn standing upright.
Rick: Love the new place, guys.
Congratulations on winning that big award for best new building in Los Angeles.
Do you feel the space makes you more...
Productive?
Shut up.
[ Door closes ] Rick: Lieutenant Flynn...
Good to see you looking so well.
Oh.
Spoke too soon.
What happened?
Some guy brought a knife to a gunfight.
I gather you had the gun?
I hope you know it's illegal to question me without my attorney present...
Although I love that you guys are doing something illegal.
Always nice to meet someone who understands their rights.
Mm, well, once you've had them taken away, you appreciate them more.
That's a waiver.
Now you're on the record, Mr.
Zuman.
Keep talking, Ricky.
Just keep talking.
Well, I'm glad you feel that way, Mr.
Zuman.
But -- please...
Call me "Rick."
All right, Rick.
You should know that you are right now my number-one suspect in the attempted murder of Lieutenant Flynn.
Well, I have a great alibi if it happened anytime in the last...15 years.
But anything I can do to help.
You could let me knock that smug grin off your face.
Do you know a Mr.
Bob Harris?
He was in county with you up until about three days ago.
I am horrible with names.
Much better with faces.
I try not to get too close to anyone.
One minute they're here, and the next...
Maybe this picture will jog your memory.
Yeah...
This is not really how people look in jail.
Maybe if you had something of him in an orange or blue uniform.
Orange is more lockdown.
Blue has kind of a general-population vibe.
Besides, what motive would I possibly have for wanting Lieutenant Flynn dead?
Other than the fact that he manipulated evidence, intimidated a witness, and perjured himself to have me sentenced to death.
[ Scoffs ] Now, why would he do that?
Ask him...
Or the federal government.
You operate a successful small business like mine, and people automatically assume you're laundering money and selling coke.
By the way, how do you like the cartels, hmm?
Everything all better now that the Mexican Mafia's running the show?
I wouldn't know.
I deal mainly with homicide.
Mm.
Why have you been back in county for so long?
New trial.
My appeal was granted a couple years ago, but the judge keeps extending the people's case so they can make up for the witness they lost.
What witness did we lose?
Floria Stenzel.
Remember her, Lieutenant?
My bookkeeper you coerced into contradicting my alibi? "
Coerced."
That is 100% crap.
Well...
Bless her soul, Floria found God, and, uh, and as part of her amends -- you -- you know something about amends, don't you, Lieutenant?
Well, as part of her amends, she has withdrawn the wickedly false statements you pressured her into making against me.
No, no, Lieutenant.
Let me.
I know a little something about amends, too, Rick.
Rick...
That's A.A.
language, which makes me think that you've been looking into Lieutenant Flynn's personal life, and I don't like that.
Now, let me tell you real quick what's going to happen when you go back to county.
They're gonna put you straight into solitary confinement so you won't be able to communicate with anybody.
And while you're in there, I'll be out here looking for the person, or persons, that you paid to kill Lieutenant Flynn.
And when I find them, you're gonna come back in here, you're gonna tell me everything I want to know.
You understand me?
Buzz: Hey, Chief, Captain Raydor's here.
Don't let me keep you.
[ Exhales sharply ] [ Door closes ] You knew about these charges claiming that Lieutenant Flynn physically threatened a witness in Rick Zuman's case, and you didn't say anything about it?
By law, I can't tell you.
Forcefully intimidating a witness is a serious and confidential accusation.
We can't just tell the suspect.
I almost get killed, and suddenly I'm a suspect?
So you've just been pretending to be helpful here so you can investigate Andy -- is that right?
No, that is not right.
I didn't know the Rick Zuman case was connected to the attempt on Lieutenant Flynn's life until today.
Well, the minute you found out about it, you should have told me.
No, I couldn't.
Okay, here is how it works.
Every time we get a defense request for a pitchess motion, we are required by law to look into the history of the accused officer's behavior without notifying him or his division.
Most officers' packages, Lieutenant, are about this big.
Yours...is huge.
It's crammed with accusations.
Exonerated of every charge.
But your history lends credence to Rick Zuman's case and to Floria's new testimony.
Well, Floria's lying. "
She found God."
I bet she found him under a big wad of old money!
That may be so, Lieutenant, but in the meantime, we are going to precisely follow the law.
Okay, here we go.
Yes, here we go.
Ballistics came back.
Lieutenant Flynn's bullets did match those in Bob Harris.
So this is officially an officer-involved shooting.
Also, you can no longer participate in the investigation of Rick Zuman because he will claim that you will once again stack the deck against him.
[ Scoffs ] I'm not leaving.
She's right.
You need to go home.
Get some rest.
Okay?
Let me handle this.
That man?
Rick Zuman?
Tried to kill him.
If you can prove that, Chief, my witness-tampering investigation of Lieutenant Flynn would be completely over.
Okay, good.
Then help me.
I want everything you have on Floria Stenzel.
This is her basic information, and everything else is confidential.
And you cannot ask her anything about her upcoming testimony.
Oh, I'm not gonna ask her anything about anything.
No?
No.
Floria Stenzel's gonna come talk to me.
[ Rapid knocking on door ] Come in.
Why was I not informed about -- How's Lieutenant Flynn?
He's home.
Resting.
Good.
Proceed with your outrage.
[ Folder thuds ] Why was I not informed of Captain Raydor's I.A.
investigation into Lieutenant Flynn?
Because I didn't know anything about it until you just said that.
Oh.
Well, then, why was I not informed about the D.A.'s retrial of Rick Zuman?
Who's Rick Zuman?
A convicted murderer.
He's getting a retrial because he says Lieutenant Flynn lied and intimidated a witness.
He filed a complaint.
Oh!
That Rick Zuman.
Yeah.
Last year, there were 4,999 complaints filed, so I'm not on a first-name basis with everybody who's awaiting a retrial.
Just fill me in.
Oh, okay.
Uh, in 1995, Rick Zuman had a bunch of nightclubs that he used to launder all of the money that he made selling cocaine.
He also periodically killed his business partners.
Now, Flynn's brilliant police work helped put this creep behind bars for two of those murders.
But then, suddenly, this Zuman gets a retrial because, out of the blue, the chief witness against him, this Floria Stenzel, she claims Flynn forced her to back out of Rick's alibi.
Did Flynn do that?
Don't tell me.
I don't want to know that.
So, Zuman gets a new trial.
Yes, but not because of Andy Flynn.
I'm telling you, Chief, somebody paid this woman to change her testimony.
She has no job, she maxed out her credit cards, but over the past two years, she's been spending money like crazy -- new car, elective surgery.
And of course this is after she changed her testimony.
Can we prove somebody paid her to do that?
No, which is why I need a protection detail.
Protection for whom?
Floria Stenzel.
Protection from whom?
Us.
[ Doorbell rings ] [ Door opens ] Gabriel: Hello, ma'am.
This is commander Taylor.
I'm Detective Gabriel.
We're from the L.A.P.D.
Are you Floria Stenzel?
Yes.
Our records indicate that you're a witness in an upcoming murder trial -- California vs.
Rick Zuman.
We're here to notify you that you might be in danger.
Why?
I changed my testimony.
I recanted.
W-what reason would I have to be worried?
Actually, ma'am, I don't know too much about the case.
I just know you're the last witness we have left, and we do not want to lose you.
What do you mean I'm the last witness left?
The investigating officer was stabbed to death, and another person connected to this Rick Zuman -- he was murdered a few days ago.
Now, the good news is we do have a description of the suspect.
He is a Latino male, approximately 5'8", wearing a faded blue hoodie.
He was seen a few miles from here driving an old two-tone, brown-and-tan Grand Prix.
We just thought you should be fully informed, given the brutality and heinous nature of the most recent murders.
Uh-huh.
Taylor: If you don't mind, we need you to sign this form that states that you were notified and may be under threat of bodily harm, serious injury, and even death.
Thank you.
Here?
Mm-hmm.
Thank you, ma'am.
And, uh, do you have any weapons in your home?
Um...No.
Should I?
No.
No.
Um, absolutely not.
If you do have any problems or you see anyone matching the description that we gave you, please, for your own sake, give us a call.
All right?
Well, thank you very much.
You have a good day.
Mm-hmm.
[ Locks clicking ] [ Rap music plays ] [ Tires screech ] That's her, Detective Sanchez.
Make sure you make eye contact.
[ Gasps ] Oh, my God.
[ Ringing ] Woman: 911.
What's your emergency?
[ Loud voice ] Okay.
There is...
[ Clears throat ] [ Soft voice ] There is a man...
Outside my house.
He is wearing a blue sweatshirt with a hoodie.
Calm down, ma'am.
Say that again?
I'm trying to figure out what your emergency is.
It's a Mexican!
It's a Mexican killer!
Does he have a weapon, ma'am?
He is wearing a blue hoodie!
Okay, ma'am.
Please hold.
[ Click ] Ohh.
[ Phone thuds ] [ Clatter ] [ Cat screeches ] [ Telephone ringing ] Buzz: Hold on just a minute.
Lieutenant?
Lieutenant Provenza.
Man: This is L.A.P.D.
We got a 911 call from a Floria Stenzel and were told to call you before responding.
Uh, yeah, don't send anyone over here.
And ignore her calls.
We've got Ms.
Stenzel's house under surveillance.
All right.
It's working.
Detective Sanchez, let's get into position for the big surprise.
[ Gasps ] Oh, my God.
Aaah!
Floria: It was him!
It was the guy with the blue hoodie!
It was him!
It's a good thing we stopped by earlier.
Oh, my gosh.
He was right outside my door!
Ohh.
Oh, that's just terrible.
Horrible, I'm sure.
You were right to call us.
And I want to thank you for signing the consent form and allowing my detectives to secure your home.
They'll make sure everything is safe for you and the $30,000 in old $20 bills we found in your dresser.
Look...
[ Sighs ] ...You can keep the money.
Yeah.
I want to go back to my original testimony against Rick Zuman.
I made a horrible mistake, and, please, you have to help me.
There.
Huh?
Happy now?
Raydor: She claims she was paid for her testimony, but she's hardly the most reliable witness.
If I'm to close my investigation into Lieutenant Flynn, I need to know who paid her.
I want to protect you, Floria, I do, but until I know how you communicate with Rick Zuman and where you got this money, there's not much I can do.
Okay.
There is this man -- Jeff.
He came to my house, he offered me this money if I would go back to saying that Rick Zuman was with me during these murders.
That's it.
That's all I know.
There's a lot of people named Jeff in L.A.
county.
Do you have a last name for me or a physical description?
Maybe an astrological sign?
That's all I know.
Okay.
Well, I heard you found God recently, Floria.
Maybe he'll protect you.
I'll get an officer to take you home.
Okay, wait!
Wait.
[ Sighs ] Jeff -- the man who gave me this money -- I have his cellphone number.
Floria gave us a name.
Jeff.
Ring a bell?
No.
Tao: Hey, come here.
Thanks, Mike.
Gabriel: Ah.
Ahem!
Excuse me.
Lieutenant?
Um...
No offense, but I thought the Chief said that you couldn't return to work.
Well, uh, we need Flynn to I.D.
this guy.
And then I'm out of here.
Okay, fine, i didn't see you, but I would be looking out for Captain Raydor.
Raydor?
Well, she knows we're here.
She's coming in herself in a minute.
Uh, Jeff, darling, um, I hate to call you, but something has come up, and, um, I need to see you.
But you can't come to my house.
Yeah, if you could meet me tomorrow at 4:00 p.m.
in front of 412 Azalea Lane.
It's just, uh, two blocks from my house.
Yeah, I'll be in a friend's Prius, um, with the license plate "el Buzzo."
I'll be wearing a scarf over my head, darling.
Bye.
Floria, we can't keep meet-- Hi.
Who the hell are you?
You're not -- Floria.
I know.
But thanks for meeting me on such short notice, Jeff.
Yeah.
She told me your name.
Floria told me a lot of things about you, Jeff.
Ohh, she's getting crumbs everywhere.
Who are you?
Where's Floria?
Car's self-parking, not self-cleaning.
That's the guy.
I'm Deputy Chief Brenda Leigh Johnson, L.A.P.D.
Flynn: That's guy who I talked to after the A.A.
Meeting.
But you and I need to talk.
About what?
Well, thank you, Lieutenant.
About how I can make your life a lot easier or a lot worse.
And as we agreed earlier, you can go home now.
Okay.
But I should tell you, I'm moving really slowly.
[ Locks click ] Floria told me you paid her a lot of money to get her to change her testimony in the Rick Zuman trial.
I never gave Floria a dime!
Oh, please, that's not even worth lying about.
But the real issue here...
Is someone tried to kill a friend of mine.
A police officer who is also due to testify in the Rick Zuman retrial -- Lieutenant Andy Flynn.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God!
Okay, before you completely freak out, why don't you ask yourself this question first? "
Like, why am I here, "instead of the back of a squad car?
Why aren't I already under arrest for murder?"
I didn't kill anybody!
I wonder if dead Bob Harris would agree with you.
He's who you hired to kill Lieutenant Flynn, isn't he?
You know what I have in my purse?
A warrant to search your car.
Oh...
What if I used that warrant and found dead Bob's blood or his DNA in your vehicle?
I didn't kill him.
I swear -- that cop shot him!
I just...
You just drove around for an hour, past 30 hospitals, until he bled out!
And then you dumped his body in San Bernardino.
If it's not murder, it's the worst case of littering I've ever seen.
Okay, what do you want?
Okay, what do you want?
Now, that's the right question.
I want what you gave Bob...
Only I want a lot more of it.
$100,000.
Oh!
And then Rick Zuman goes on to re-trial, as planned.
Or...I turn you in.
[ Exhales sharply ] I need time.
You've got three hours.
You know what I don't understand, Jeff?
Is why you care so much about Rick Zuman getting out of jail.
You're free.
You know where the money is.
Some people care about more than just money.
Well, I'm not one of them.
You've got until 7:00 to get me that money.
Or the next time we talk, things will end differently.
[ Locks click ] [ Beeping ] Are the bags i gave him transmitting?
Clear as day.
Okay, good.
Then tell Lieutenant Provenza to swing by and pick up Rick Zuman.
See you later, Captain Raydor.
Drop the bag!
Put your hands in the air.
What's this about?
Officers, please escort this gentleman downtown.
[ Handcuffs click ] Special Agent Howard, would you like to examine those bills?
Yes, I would.
Tao: Excuse me, Captain.
Shouldn't we have waited until he delivered the money to Chief Johnson?
Well, if I were going to charge him with bribing a police officer, yes, but under these circumstances, simply finding the FBI money ties Jeff to murder, attempted murder, and witness intimidation.
Not to mention a missing FBI informant who seems increasingly like a possible homicide victim.
Yeah, some of these bills match up.
Good.
I think this closes my case against Lieutenant Flynn for witness tampering.
And re-opens a murder case of an FBI informant.
Ricky!
So sorry for all the boxes.
We're still moving in to our new facility.
Have you met Andy Flynn's partner, Lieutenant Provenza?
He's been so looking forward to meeting you.
How's solitary been?
Provenza: Must be hard.
You don't seem to be a guy who likes to be alone.
Now, why would you think that?
Just that you're used to having company.
While in county, you had 32 roommates.
Some of them must have been special to you.
Weren't they, Ricky?
I'm not sure what you're getting at.
Well, you wouldn't trust a stranger to kill Lieutenant Flynn.
Oh, my.
Has anyone ever explained to you the concept of ineffective repetition?
Oh, I'm so sorry.
I forgot.
Uh, you're better with faces.
This is...Jeff Darby.
He was your roommate for four months.
That's a long time.
Your next closest roommate lasted only three weeks.
Jeff must have been special.
Hmm.
Not really.
But you ate lunch together...
...And he visited you even after he got out.
You and Jeff roomed together as cellmates for 123 days straight.
Provenza: In fact, you were more than just roommates, weren't you?
You and Jeff formed a-a real bond between you.
If you're implying a physical relationship...
Okay.
You were in love with Jeff Darby.
[ Chuckles ] No.
But I'm in prison.
Jeff relieved the tedium.
Jeff feels differently.
In fact, he's been very cooperative.
Look, I'm not sure what lies Jeff's been telling you, but he was obsessed with me.
At first I felt sorry for him, but then he got all clingy.
To be fair, he's young and likes older guys.
I get it.
But in kind of the same way I feel about you, I wish he'd just go away.
But I promise you -- everything gets better.
Anyway, look, thank you for letting me share tonight, and if you get nothing else out of my qualification, just remember this -- don't drink even if your ass is falling off.
[ Laughter ] The Closer 6x11 Old Money Original Air Date on December 6, 2010 All: God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, courage to change the things I can, and wisdom to know the difference.
Amen.
Keep coming back.
It works if you work it.
== Sync, corrected by elderman == == for www.addic7ed.com == [ Applause ] Hey, that was a, uh...
What do you call it?
It's a, uh...
Oh, oh.
A qualification.
Right.
Yeah, thanks, kid.
I'm glad you liked it.
You been in the program a while?
Little over 14 years now.
Whew.
How about you?
Yeah, I just, I was...
I was wondering how all this works.
This must be your first meeting, huh?
And so -- I don't know -- I just feel like I'm in such a deep hole, I don't know how to dig myself out.
Am I taking up too much of your time?
No, no, not at all.
Keep going.
All right.
Well, after my wife divorced me, she, like, turned my parents against me.
They, like, think I've blown it.
You know, losing my marriage and my [chuckling] career.
But, um...
I don't know.
I mean, never, ever, ever drinking again?
I-I-I...
All right.
Listen, kid.
You don't think about it that way.
You just think...
I'm not gonna have a drink today.
That's it.
Hey, I'll tell you what -- why don't we go across the street, I'll buy you a cup of coffee, and we'll keep talking?
Um, no.
No.
I, um...
Thank you for the offer, but I just, um...
I don't know if I can do this yet.
Sorry.
Sure.
Nice meeting you.
And, uh, if you change your mind, I'm here next week.
I'm really sorry.
Not a problem.
Hey.
Keep coming back.
[ Door closes ] [ Dog barking in distance ] [ Car alarm chirps ] Aah!
[ Both grunting ] [ Grunting loudly ] Aah!
[ Dog barking in distance ] Ugh!
[ Both grunting ] [ Groaning ] [ Breathing heavily ] [ Dialing ] Captain Raydor.
It's Lieutenant Flynn.
Yeah.
This is your lucky day.
[ Siren wails ] [ Police radio chatter ] Man: Lieutenant, please sit down.
We got to get you to the hospital.
You've lost more blood than you know, and you're in shock.
I'm not going anywhere until I give my statement.
Let them do their job, Lieutenant.
Yeah, right after I do mine.
Okay, hurry up.
He used this -- my attacker.
White.
6 feet -- asshole.
I discharged my weapon, so you're gonna want my gun.
Here.
Take it.
There's one in the chamber, six in the mag, and two in that son of a bitch.
I double tapped him...
So he couldn't have gone far.
He ran off...
Over...
Whoa!
Whoa.
Okay.
He better wake up.
I need that.
Thank you.
[ Engine turns over ] It's Captain Sharon Raydor.
I need to put out a hospital alert for Southern California.
So there is a hell.
[ Brenda scoffs ] You're not there yet, Lieutenant.
It's the only one they had in the gift shop.
Yeah, that's okay -- doesn't matter 'cause I'm not [straining] staying.
Oh, yes, you are!
You've got 30 stitches in your side alone.
Lay back.
Are you comfortable?
Yeah, I'm fine, Chief.
Good, because I've got some questions for you.
Like, "who would want to kill me?"
Lots of people, I'm sure, but who would actually go to the trouble?
I have no idea.
Are you positive you didn't know the guy?
I-I've never seen him before in my life.
I was -- I was leaving an A.A.
Meeting, when this young man, around 30, came up to talk to me.
I mean, definitely not the attacker.
No.
I mean, I don't -- I didn't think anything of it at the time, but this newbie, he hung out until everyone else was gone.
Okay, Lieutenant, I'm gonna need to take a peek at the A.A.
logbook or sign-in sheet.
There is no sign-in sheet.
It's anonymous.
Hasn't your husband told you about how A.A.
works?
Provenza: All right, then, so the guy that was waiting for you -- did you at least get his first name?
No, no, I didn't.
I-I watched him walk out, then I went out to my car, and then...
Ohh, damn.
Look at me.
You should see the other guy.
Oh, Captain Raydor.
Have you found Lieutenant Flynn's assailant?
Well, hospital alert didn't show anybody, but a crime broadcast found a white male shot in the chest, left by the road in San Bernardino.
We've I.D.'d him as Bobby Harris.
Never heard of him.
All right.
Misdemeanor car theft.
Out on probation three days ago.
I had a Detective in San Bernardino e-mail me his photo.
Brenda: Is this the man who attacked you?
Oh, I should mention that...
If you positively I.D.
the victim, then this case becomes mine right now.
On the other hand, if you don't recognize this man, then this case will be investigated by Major Crimes.
So, bearing all of that in mind, is this the man who tried to kill you?
It is hard to say.
It all happened so fast.
Very good.
Uh, you will be needing this.
This is the knife from the crime scene.
Good luck, Chief.
Brenda: Thank you so much...
Captain Raydor.
Chief, that's definitely the guy.
That gash on his face was from the wiper blade -- No, no, no, no, no.
You've never seen that man before.
Yes, I have, Chief.
I'm telling you -- that's the guy.
I don't want you to I.D.
anybody until you're in a better state of mind.
Wait until Captain Raydor comes back with the results from ballistics and the blood tests.
Then you can I.D.
Hey, Lieutenant.
Oh, hey, David.
Oh, you don't look...
Too bad.
[ Chuckles weakly ] Uh, Chief, I just ran into Captain Raydor out in the hallway, and she said hello to me.
She's up to something.
Is there any, uh, leads on your attacker?
Yes.
No.
Well, now that we've got that settled, I'm getting the hell out of here and going to San Bernardino to search dead Bobby Harris' home.
Come on, Gabriel.
I'll fill you in on the way.
Feel better.
Well...
I'm leaving, too.
You take care, and...
Keep your hands off the nurses.
Chief?
Dead Bobby Harris was living above his mother's garage.
Mom didn't want him under the same roof.
Yeah, and he didn't have a car, either.
We checked his mom's S.U.V -- no sign of blood.
So how he got to San Bernardino, we don't know.
Maybe the guy who was stalling Lieutenant Flynn at his A.A.
Meeting picked up Bobby after he was shot and dumped the body in San Bernardino.
What's in the bag?
Oh, uh, $37,500...
Cash.
We found this in the closet in Bob's apartment.
This guy didn't need to rob Flynn.
He was lying in wait, Chief.
[ Rubber band snaps ] Tao.
Tao, I already counted this.
You heard Gabriel.
There's 37-- I'm not counting it.
Then what the hell are you doing?
Due to counterfeiting, our currency got a series of face-lifts over the past 12 years.
All these bills are from the old design from before 1998.
And when you take into account the Secretary of Treasury signatures, all this cash might even be earlier.
See?
This is a stack of Nicholas F.
Bradys...
Uh, 1988 to 1993.
Ooh!
A Lloyd Bentsen -- very rare.
So an ex-con, three days out of jail, with a bag of cash from the 1990s.
Someone paid this guy to kill Lieutenant Flynn.
I'm in violent agreement.
[ Sighs ] [ Chuckles ] What?
I was just thinking that...
Maybe it'd be good idea for me to come with you to some of your A.A.
Meetings.
Really?
You want to spend time getting to know that part of my life?
I do!
I do.
And I had a sketch artist sit down with Andy last night...
Mm-hmm.
...And they came up with a, uh, composite of the man that he was talking to after his A.A.
Meeting.
And I thought, you know, perfect timing.
This has absolutely nothing to do with me and everything to do with work.
It's both!
Why can't it be both?
I got a better idea.
If you're really, honestly, truthfully interested in spending more free time with me...
I am.
I really am.
Listen, listen.
Shh!
That was the whole point of -- wait a second.
Listen.
Listen.
Shh!
As the liaison to the L.A.P.D., I could pass on some highly classified info to you.
Mm-hmm.
But you'd have to get back in bed with me for five minutes in order to hear it.
Five minutes?
Well, this clearly isn't gonna be about me.
Oh, but that's how good the information is.
Uh-huh.
But, you know...
Hmm?
I'm not supposed to talk.
Mm.
[ Chuckles ] Okay, you broke me.
[ Moans ] Now that Tommy Delk...
Uh-huh?
...
Has been sworn in as the new Chief, people are telling me they're gonna offer you...
Pope's job.
That's why Captain Raydor let me go first last night!
Yeah, you could be her boss.
She's doing some pre-emptive ass-kissing.
Look, Fritzy, I know you don't like will, but he's my friend.
I could never take his job away from him!
Well, you're not taking it.
This is horrible news -- horrible!
You've earned it.
Do you not think will pope would have walked right over you if it meant he could have been Chief?
Hey.
You promised me five minutes.
Well, I didn't say when.
Did I?
[ Sighs ] Tao: I followed the money, double-checked it.
All old paper, 1988 to 1995.
So I pulled all of Flynn's convictions during those years.
Slide.
And since dead Bob got out of jail three days ago, we cross-referenced everyone else coming through the system at the county level.
Maybe someone from the inside sent Bob on a mission.
Slide!
Tao: Martin Lawson -- he murdered his mother.
He was convicted in June of '94.
He came at Flynn in court.
Swore his brothers would get Flynn for calling his mama ugly.
Provenza: That's what got him talking.
Flynn is the guy that broke him!
And, by the way, his mother was ugly.
Lieutenant, what are you doing here?
You've got over 30 stitches.
Look, if you're trying to find somebody in county jail connected to me, don't you think you have a better chance of identifying them with my help?
Chief, don't worry.
He won't do much...
Like usual.
It's just until we make the guy, and then Flynn is going home!
All right, Lieutenant Flynn, you can stay.
As soon as you make the I.D., you leave.
Slide.
Slide.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Back that thing up.
There.
That's Rick Zuman.
Yeah, he dealt coke and laundered money in the '90s.
He offed two of his business partners, and I got his bookkeeper to flip on his alibi.
What was his M.O.?
Oh, well, Ricky boy would find a mark, get some front money from them for a big cocaine buy, and promise to double their investment by selling it.
Then when his partners came around looking for their share, he'd make sure they died of an overdose.
Tao: The feds also had an informant on the case.
Gave him $400,000 in marked bills to make a deal with Rick.
Yeah, but the informant went missing.
They never found the body or the cash.
Rick went to jail in '96.
This money is from '95 and before.
Maybe this is some of the FBI cash.
How did Zuman get his conviction overturned?
Well, it's got to be some kind of technicality because this creep is as guilty as [chuckling] sin.
Gabriel: Yeah, but still, on appeal, he would have been in county lock-up waiting for his retrial, which means that Zuman and dead Bob were there at the same time.
Lieutenant Provenza, would you please get Rick Zuman's jail-movement records?
I want to find out who his friends and roommates might have been.
Maybe one of them was dead Bob or the young man Flynn met at his A.A.
Meeting.
Lieutenant Flynn, did Rick have any special reason to hate you?
I don't know.
Did you assault, threaten, or irritate him in any way?
Uh, well, when we convicted Rick, I told him that I knew that he had killed that FBI informant and that I was going to dedicate my life to proving it.
And then what did you do?
I don't know.
Something else came up.
Look, if Zuman is in county, let me go down and talk to him.
No, no, no, no, no.
You are not going anywhere.
Detective Gabriel and Detective Sanchez, let's get Zuman down here for a chat and see how surprised he is to see Lieutenant Flynn standing upright.
Rick: Love the new place, guys.
Congratulations on winning that big award for best new building in Los Angeles.
Do you feel the space makes you more...
Productive?
Shut up.
[ Door closes ] Rick: Lieutenant Flynn...
Good to see you looking so well.
Oh.
Spoke too soon.
What happened?
Some guy brought a knife to a gunfight.
I gather you had the gun?
I hope you know it's illegal to question me without my attorney present...
Although I love that you guys are doing something illegal.
Always nice to meet someone who understands their rights.
Mm, well, once you've had them taken away, you appreciate them more.
That's a waiver.
Now you're on the record, Mr.
Zuman.
Keep talking, Ricky.
Just keep talking.
Well, I'm glad you feel that way, Mr.
Zuman.
But -- please...
Call me "Rick."
All right, Rick.
You should know that you are right now my number-one suspect in the attempted murder of Lieutenant Flynn.
Well, I have a great alibi if it happened anytime in the last...15 years.
But anything I can do to help.
You could let me knock that smug grin off your face.
Do you know a Mr.
Bob Harris?
He was in county with you up until about three days ago.
I am horrible with names.
Much better with faces.
I try not to get too close to anyone.
One minute they're here, and the next...
Maybe this picture will jog your memory.
Yeah...
This is not really how people look in jail.
Maybe if you had something of him in an orange or blue uniform.
Orange is more lockdown.
Blue has kind of a general-population vibe.
Besides, what motive would I possibly have for wanting Lieutenant Flynn dead?
Other than the fact that he manipulated evidence, intimidated a witness, and perjured himself to have me sentenced to death.
[ Scoffs ] Now, why would he do that?
Ask him...
Or the federal government.
You operate a successful small business like mine, and people automatically assume you're laundering money and selling coke.
By the way, how do you like the cartels, hmm?
Everything all better now that the Mexican Mafia's running the show?
I wouldn't know.
I deal mainly with homicide.
Mm.
Why have you been back in county for so long?
New trial.
My appeal was granted a couple years ago, but the judge keeps extending the people's case so they can make up for the witness they lost.
What witness did we lose?
Floria Stenzel.
Remember her, Lieutenant?
My bookkeeper you coerced into contradicting my alibi? "
Coerced."
That is 100% crap.
Well...
Bless her soul, Floria found God, and, uh, and as part of her amends -- you -- you know something about amends, don't you, Lieutenant?
Well, as part of her amends, she has withdrawn the wickedly false statements you pressured her into making against me.
No, no, Lieutenant.
Let me.
I know a little something about amends, too, Rick.
Rick...
That's A.A.
language, which makes me think that you've been looking into Lieutenant Flynn's personal life, and I don't like that.
Now, let me tell you real quick what's going to happen when you go back to county.
They're gonna put you straight into solitary confinement so you won't be able to communicate with anybody.
And while you're in there, I'll be out here looking for the person, or persons, that you paid to kill Lieutenant Flynn.
And when I find them, you're gonna come back in here, you're gonna tell me everything I want to know.
You understand me?
Buzz: Hey, Chief, Captain Raydor's here.
Don't let me keep you.
[ Exhales sharply ] [ Door closes ] You knew about these charges claiming that Lieutenant Flynn physically threatened a witness in Rick Zuman's case, and you didn't say anything about it?
By law, I can't tell you.
Forcefully intimidating a witness is a serious and confidential accusation.
We can't just tell the suspect.
I almost get killed, and suddenly I'm a suspect?
So you've just been pretending to be helpful here so you can investigate Andy -- is that right?
No, that is not right.
I didn't know the Rick Zuman case was connected to the attempt on Lieutenant Flynn's life until today.
Well, the minute you found out about it, you should have told me.
No, I couldn't.
Okay, here is how it works.
Every time we get a defense request for a pitchess motion, we are required by law to look into the history of the accused officer's behavior without notifying him or his division.
Most officers' packages, Lieutenant, are about this big.
Yours...is huge.
It's crammed with accusations.
Exonerated of every charge.
But your history lends credence to Rick Zuman's case and to Floria's new testimony.
Well, Floria's lying. "
She found God."
I bet she found him under a big wad of old money!
That may be so, Lieutenant, but in the meantime, we are going to precisely follow the law.
Okay, here we go.
Yes, here we go.
Ballistics came back.
Lieutenant Flynn's bullets did match those in Bob Harris.
So this is officially an officer-involved shooting.
Also, you can no longer participate in the investigation of Rick Zuman because he will claim that you will once again stack the deck against him.
[ Scoffs ] I'm not leaving.
She's right.
You need to go home.
Get some rest.
Okay?
Let me handle this.
That man?
Rick Zuman?
Tried to kill him.
If you can prove that, Chief, my witness-tampering investigation of Lieutenant Flynn would be completely over.
Okay, good.
Then help me.
I want everything you have on Floria Stenzel.
This is her basic information, and everything else is confidential.
And you cannot ask her anything about her upcoming testimony.
Oh, I'm not gonna ask her anything about anything.
No?
No.
Floria Stenzel's gonna come talk to me.
[ Rapid knocking on door ] Come in.
Why was I not informed about -- How's Lieutenant Flynn?
He's home.
Resting.
Good.
Proceed with your outrage.
[ Folder thuds ] Why was I not informed of Captain Raydor's I.A.
investigation into Lieutenant Flynn?
Because I didn't know anything about it until you just said that.
Oh.
Well, then, why was I not informed about the D.A.'s retrial of Rick Zuman?
Who's Rick Zuman?
A convicted murderer.
He's getting a retrial because he says Lieutenant Flynn lied and intimidated a witness.
He filed a complaint.
Oh!
That Rick Zuman.
Yeah.
Last year, there were 4,999 complaints filed, so I'm not on a first-name basis with everybody who's awaiting a retrial.
Just fill me in.
Oh, okay.
Uh, in 1995, Rick Zuman had a bunch of nightclubs that he used to launder all of the money that he made selling cocaine.
He also periodically killed his business partners.
Now, Flynn's brilliant police work helped put this creep behind bars for two of those murders.
But then, suddenly, this Zuman gets a retrial because, out of the blue, the chief witness against him, this Floria Stenzel, she claims Flynn forced her to back out of Rick's alibi.
Did Flynn do that?
Don't tell me.
I don't want to know that.
So, Zuman gets a new trial.
Yes, but not because of Andy Flynn.
I'm telling you, Chief, somebody paid this woman to change her testimony.
She has no job, she maxed out her credit cards, but over the past two years, she's been spending money like crazy -- new car, elective surgery.
And of course this is after she changed her testimony.
Can we prove somebody paid her to do that?
No, which is why I need a protection detail.
Protection for whom?
Floria Stenzel.
Protection from whom?
Us.
[ Doorbell rings ] [ Door opens ] Gabriel: Hello, ma'am.
This is commander Taylor.
I'm Detective Gabriel.
We're from the L.A.P.D.
Are you Floria Stenzel?
Yes.
Our records indicate that you're a witness in an upcoming murder trial -- California vs.
Rick Zuman.
We're here to notify you that you might be in danger.
Why?
I changed my testimony.
I recanted.
W-what reason would I have to be worried?
Actually, ma'am, I don't know too much about the case.
I just know you're the last witness we have left, and we do not want to lose you.
What do you mean I'm the last witness left?
The investigating officer was stabbed to death, and another person connected to this Rick Zuman -- he was murdered a few days ago.
Now, the good news is we do have a description of the suspect.
He is a Latino male, approximately 5'8", wearing a faded blue hoodie.
He was seen a few miles from here driving an old two-tone, brown-and-tan Grand Prix.
We just thought you should be fully informed, given the brutality and heinous nature of the most recent murders.
Uh-huh.
Taylor: If you don't mind, we need you to sign this form that states that you were notified and may be under threat of bodily harm, serious injury, and even death.
Thank you.
Here?
Mm-hmm.
Thank you, ma'am.
And, uh, do you have any weapons in your home?
Um...No.
Should I?
No.
No.
Um, absolutely not.
If you do have any problems or you see anyone matching the description that we gave you, please, for your own sake, give us a call.
All right?
Well, thank you very much.
You have a good day.
Mm-hmm.
[ Locks clicking ] [ Rap music plays ] [ Tires screech ] That's her, Detective Sanchez.
Make sure you make eye contact.
[ Gasps ] Oh, my God.
[ Ringing ] Woman: 911.
What's your emergency?
[ Loud voice ] Okay.
There is...
[ Clears throat ] [ Soft voice ] There is a man...
Outside my house.
He is wearing a blue sweatshirt with a hoodie.
Calm down, ma'am.
Say that again?
I'm trying to figure out what your emergency is.
It's a Mexican!
It's a Mexican killer!
Does he have a weapon, ma'am?
He is wearing a blue hoodie!
Okay, ma'am.
Please hold.
[ Click ] Ohh.
[ Phone thuds ] [ Clatter ] [ Cat screeches ] [ Telephone ringing ] Buzz: Hold on just a minute.
Lieutenant?
Lieutenant Provenza.
Man: This is L.A.P.D.
We got a 911 call from a Floria Stenzel and were told to call you before responding.
Uh, yeah, don't send anyone over here.
And ignore her calls.
We've got Ms.
Stenzel's house under surveillance.
All right.
It's working.
Detective Sanchez, let's get into position for the big surprise.
[ Gasps ] Oh, my God.
Aaah!
Floria: It was him!
It was the guy with the blue hoodie!
It was him!
It's a good thing we stopped by earlier.
Oh, my gosh.
He was right outside my door!
Ohh.
Oh, that's just terrible.
Horrible, I'm sure.
You were right to call us.
And I want to thank you for signing the consent form and allowing my detectives to secure your home.
They'll make sure everything is safe for you and the $30,000 in old $20 bills we found in your dresser.
Look...
[ Sighs ] ...You can keep the money.
Yeah.
I want to go back to my original testimony against Rick Zuman.
I made a horrible mistake, and, please, you have to help me.
There.
Huh?
Happy now?
Raydor: She claims she was paid for her testimony, but she's hardly the most reliable witness.
If I'm to close my investigation into Lieutenant Flynn, I need to know who paid her.
I want to protect you, Floria, I do, but until I know how you communicate with Rick Zuman and where you got this money, there's not much I can do.
Okay.
There is this man -- Jeff.
He came to my house, he offered me this money if I would go back to saying that Rick Zuman was with me during these murders.
That's it.
That's all I know.
There's a lot of people named Jeff in L.A.
county.
Do you have a last name for me or a physical description?
Maybe an astrological sign?
That's all I know.
Okay.
Well, I heard you found God recently, Floria.
Maybe he'll protect you.
I'll get an officer to take you home.
Okay, wait!
Wait.
[ Sighs ] Jeff -- the man who gave me this money -- I have his cellphone number.
Floria gave us a name.
Jeff.
Ring a bell?
No.
Tao: Hey, come here.
Thanks, Mike.
Gabriel: Ah.
Ahem!
Excuse me.
Lieutenant?
Um...
No offense, but I thought the Chief said that you couldn't return to work.
Well, uh, we need Flynn to I.D.
this guy.
And then I'm out of here.
Okay, fine, i didn't see you, but I would be looking out for Captain Raydor.
Raydor?
Well, she knows we're here.
She's coming in herself in a minute.
Uh, Jeff, darling, um, I hate to call you, but something has come up, and, um, I need to see you.
But you can't come to my house.
Yeah, if you could meet me tomorrow at 4:00 p.m.
in front of 412 Azalea Lane.
It's just, uh, two blocks from my house.
Yeah, I'll be in a friend's Prius, um, with the license plate "el Buzzo."
I'll be wearing a scarf over my head, darling.
Bye.
Floria, we can't keep meet-- Hi.
Who the hell are you?
You're not -- Floria.
I know.
But thanks for meeting me on such short notice, Jeff.
Yeah.
She told me your name.
Floria told me a lot of things about you, Jeff.
Ohh, she's getting crumbs everywhere.
Who are you?
Where's Floria?
Car's self-parking, not self-cleaning.
That's the guy.
I'm Deputy Chief Brenda Leigh Johnson, L.A.P.D.
Flynn: That's guy who I talked to after the A.A.
Meeting.
But you and I need to talk.
About what?
Well, thank you, Lieutenant.
About how I can make your life a lot easier or a lot worse.
And as we agreed earlier, you can go home now.
Okay.
But I should tell you, I'm moving really slowly.
[ Locks click ] Floria told me you paid her a lot of money to get her to change her testimony in the Rick Zuman trial.
I never gave Floria a dime!
Oh, please, that's not even worth lying about.
But the real issue here...
Is someone tried to kill a friend of mine.
A police officer who is also due to testify in the Rick Zuman retrial -- Lieutenant Andy Flynn.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God!
Okay, before you completely freak out, why don't you ask yourself this question first? "
Like, why am I here, "instead of the back of a squad car?
Why aren't I already under arrest for murder?"
I didn't kill anybody!
I wonder if dead Bob Harris would agree with you.
He's who you hired to kill Lieutenant Flynn, isn't he?
You know what I have in my purse?
A warrant to search your car.
Oh...
What if I used that warrant and found dead Bob's blood or his DNA in your vehicle?
I didn't kill him.
I swear -- that cop shot him!
I just...
You just drove around for an hour, past 30 hospitals, until he bled out!
And then you dumped his body in San Bernardino.
If it's not murder, it's the worst case of littering I've ever seen.
Okay, what do you want?
Okay, what do you want?
Now, that's the right question.
I want what you gave Bob...
Only I want a lot more of it.
$100,000.
Oh!
And then Rick Zuman goes on to re-trial, as planned.
Or...I turn you in.
[ Exhales sharply ] I need time.
You've got three hours.
You know what I don't understand, Jeff?
Is why you care so much about Rick Zuman getting out of jail.
You're free.
You know where the money is.
Some people care about more than just money.
Well, I'm not one of them.
You've got until 7:00 to get me that money.
Or the next time we talk, things will end differently.
[ Locks click ] [ Beeping ] Are the bags i gave him transmitting?
Clear as day.
Okay, good.
Then tell Lieutenant Provenza to swing by and pick up Rick Zuman.
See you later, Captain Raydor.
Drop the bag!
Put your hands in the air.
What's this about?
Officers, please escort this gentleman downtown.
[ Handcuffs click ] Special Agent Howard, would you like to examine those bills?
Yes, I would.
Tao: Excuse me, Captain.
Shouldn't we have waited until he delivered the money to Chief Johnson?
Well, if I were going to charge him with bribing a police officer, yes, but under these circumstances, simply finding the FBI money ties Jeff to murder, attempted murder, and witness intimidation.
Not to mention a missing FBI informant who seems increasingly like a possible homicide victim.
Yeah, some of these bills match up.
Good.
I think this closes my case against Lieutenant Flynn for witness tampering.
And re-opens a murder case of an FBI informant.
Ricky!
So sorry for all the boxes.
We're still moving in to our new facility.
Have you met Andy Flynn's partner, Lieutenant Provenza?
He's been so looking forward to meeting you.
How's solitary been?
Provenza: Must be hard.
You don't seem to be a guy who likes to be alone.
Now, why would you think that?
Just that you're used to having company.
While in county, you had 32 roommates.
Some of them must have been special to you.
Weren't they, Ricky?
I'm not sure what you're getting at.
Well, you wouldn't trust a stranger to kill Lieutenant Flynn.
Oh, my.
Has anyone ever explained to you the concept of ineffective repetition?
Oh, I'm so sorry.
I forgot.
Uh, you're better with faces.
This is...Jeff Darby.
He was your roommate for four months.
That's a long time.
Your next closest roommate lasted only three weeks.
Jeff must have been special.
Hmm.
Not really.
But you ate lunch together...
...And he visited you even after he got out.
You and Jeff roomed together as cellmates for 123 days straight.
Provenza: In fact, you were more than just roommates, weren't you?
You and Jeff formed a-a real bond between you.
If you're implying a physical relationship...
Okay.
You were in love with Jeff Darby.
[ Chuckles ] No.
But I'm in prison.
Jeff relieved the tedium.
Jeff feels differently.
In fact, he's been very cooperative.
Look, I'm not sure what lies Jeff's been telling you, but he was obsessed with me.
At first I felt sorry for him, but then he got all clingy.
To be fair, he's young and likes older guys.
I get it.
But in kind of the same way I feel about you, I wish he'd just go away.