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Programa de TV: The Closer - 6x3

Oh, honey!
Uh, you're home.
I called your cell.
Where...
where were you?
Uh, I sort of ate.
Uh, I can pull out the menus if you want.
No, thanks.
I lost my appetite...
About an hour ago.
It was around the time your friend Captain Raydor showed up at my office.
Oh?
Apparently my wife is being vetted for chief of police.
And I didn't even know she was in the running.
I'm...
I'm not.
Look.
See?
I haven't turned in my application.
How long have you known about this?
Only about a week.
A week?
A w...
do you have any idea how humiliating it is being blindsided with questions about my DUIs and how many AA meetings I attend each week?
I had no idea she was gonna talk to you about this.
Brenda, this is one of the most powerful positions in the city.
People are gonna make damn sure your husband isn't a liability.
Well, the only reason Captain Raydor Is pushing me for this is because I'm a woman and to make trouble between me and Pope.
And then besides, you were up for a promotion last year, and you never said a word about it.
I never considered it seriously.
Well, I'm not considering this seriously, either.
Really?
Really.
Why not?
I mean, getting some emotional distance from your cases would be good for you.
And it would be a hell of a lot safer.
This job comes with bodyguards.
What about your career?
Chief is a five-year commitment.
Oh, don't make this about me.
You couldn't take another job outside of Los Angeles...
I am not holding you back.
For the next five years.
Then there'd be all those events and dinners I'd have to go to.
Yeah, as opposed to all the crime scenes you go to now.
And what about Pope?
He's had his heart set on this for years.
What about Pope?
Who cares about Pope?!
Who would...
who...
who would take over major crimes?
Oh.
Okay.
Now we're getting to it.
For starters, you got three lieutenants in your squad.
Promote one of them.
Oh, right.
Like it's that easy.
Who would I choose?
And there's civil-service issues, and...
and it would require a whole lot...
Look, do not answer that phone.
Of bureaucratic rigmarole that you don't even...
damn it.
Yes, Detective.
Hello.
What is it?
Evening, chief.
Got rolled out to cover for Hollywood tonight.
Apparently they're all at a retirement party.
Brenda, we have to finish this discussion.
I am serious.
This is important.
Anyway, it's a probable suicide, although we still have to establish a time of death.
We are talking about a job I don't even want!
W- why?
This...
this could be an amazing opportunity for you.
That's what I'm saying.
Chief, are you there?
Shh!
They know nothing about this chief business, okay?
Just one second.
W...
Yes, Detective.
Just start knocking on doors.
And let's confirm suicide before we jump to any conclusions, okay?
Uh, I will be there in just...
Provenza can handle a suicide.
This is an important conversation.
They're fighting.
We are not fighting.
Now they think we're fighting.
We are fighting!
Evening, chief.
Delegate and hang up the phone.
Chief, r-really, uh, we're almost done here.
There's no need for you to ruin your evening.
Apparently the victim's boyfriend called it in.
And he just so happens to live in the second floor of that apartment building.
Just bring him down, huh?
What?
What is that, lieutenant?
I can't hear you.
Uh, uh, nothing.
Nothing, chief.
Uh, listen, I have this, okay?
So why don't you just, uh...
Hang up.
Shh...
You know...
Hang up.
Do whatever you're doing.
Hang up...
Um, if it's...
if it's anything serious, I'll...
I- I-I'll call you.
Cross my heart.
No, no, no, no.
Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Hang up.
Don't hang up.
He hung up.
Good.
I'm just gonna be a few minutes.
Keep the doors locked.
You want anything?
No, I'm good, but it's a little cold.
There you go.
Gina Decker, age 27.
Is this her car?
Uh, no.
The car's registered to a Wayne West.
Her boyfriend's name is Wayne.
Yeah, Flynn's bringing him down now.
I'm sorry I'm late.
I was at the movies.
Ah.
Yeah?
Got a hot date or something?
Uh, no, sir.
Uh, you know, looking at the blood, there's an absence of high-velocity misting that's inconsistent with a self-inflicted gunshot wound.
Shorter words, Tao.
If she held a gun to her head and pulled the trigger, there would be blowback on her left hand.
Buzz, you getting this?
Huh?
Huh?
Yes, sir.
Wait.
Wait.
So you're saying you think the driver shot her and left the gun?
Look at the spatter here, huh?
Nobody was sitting here.
Excuse me, sir.
Step back.
Maybe the driver got out of the car and then shot her through the open window.
Well, where is this boyfriend, huh?
Wayne West, meet my pals.
Ah, thank you for joining us, Mr.
West.
You look damp.
Do you need a towel?
Uh, no, man.
No.
Is this your car?
Yeah, it is.
Yeah, you discovered your girlfriend's body in it earlier this evening?
I did.
Right.
And then you called the police.
Then you thought you would freshen up a bit, maybe take a shower before we got here.
Was that a mistake?
Mr.
West, uh, we need you to come downtown, make a statement.
Really?
Why?
You know, I can make a statement right here.
Um, uh, I was out with a friend.
I came home.
I found Gina dead in my car.
And that's it.
See, we hate to leave the victim's loved ones behind at the scene, especially when they're as upset as you are.
Right.
Or are you just a little on edge?
Or on something.
Whoa, please, guys.
You...
you told me she killed herself.
Why are you acting like I had something to do with it?
Oh, the thought never crossed my mind.
Although she is parked in front of your apartment.
She lives here, man!
In the passenger seat of your car.
That's her seat.
Julio, I got to go to the bathroom.
Lieutenants.
Hey!
Hey!
I got him, I got him.
Detective.
Are you telling me that you have been holding on to this kid for a week?
Yes, sir.
Hey!
Hey!
Keep it down!
People are trying to sleep around here!
Get back here!
Come on!
Oh!
Aah!
I thought I made it clear that you were to turn Ruben over to the department of children's services.
I got approved for emergency foster care instead.
When you were supposed to be searching for his mother in Mexico.
Detective, this boy is intimately involved in a case that is officially still open.
And we are responsible for his father's death.
The FBI shot Ruben's father, not us.
I know that your intentions are good, Julio, and...
and...
and...
and I'm not unsympathetic to Ruben's situation, but this is not the proper environment for a child.
Worked out okay for your niece.
Hey, watch it.
It is 2:00 in the morning, Detective.
I hardly think that the scene of a murder or a suicide is any place for a child who just attended his father's funeral.
We were at the movies when the call came in.
I had no time to drop him at my mom's.
I don't think you understand what you're getting into, Julio.
That boy deserves more attention than you can...
Sir, you think he's better off in the system instead of with me?
My whole family is helping out, chief.
I worry about what might happen if Ruben grows attached to you and then you are unable to find his mother.
He can end up back in the system.
I will find her.
I certainly hope so.
Excuse me.
As the gun moves closer to the head, say, between 6 to 18 inches, there's a slight gunpowder stippling at the point of entry.
When that stippling is more concentrated, as in the case of the deceased, the gun was fired 1 to 6 inches from the skull, which is consistent with a self-inflicted gunshot wound.
Chief, do you believe this?
The good doctor wants to call our victim's death a suicide.
And why shouldn't I, lieutenant?
The body had no signs of a struggle, and she clearly didn't duck.
Chief, the boyfriend, Wayne West, has a healthy criminal record that consists of a history of abuse.
and he tried to flee the crime scene.
Come on, Detective.
Ditching this baggie of meth along the way.
Oh, lieutenant, what happened to your head?
Oh, it's nothing, chief.
I just kissed the pavement a bit when I tackled that guy.
Kissed the pavement.
Listen to him.
Uh, hey, doc, don't you think it's a little awkward that she held the gun away from her head?
It's not uncommon for someone to reconsider at the last moment.
Doctor, would you mind doing a tox screen for meth before you make your official determination?
You're looking for an overdose?
Because I-I'm pretty certain it was the hole in her head that killed her.
I'd just like a little more time to figure out exactly how she got that hole to begin with, that's all.
You...
stay.
Chief, Mr.
West has been read his rights, and he's dying to talk to you.
Thank you, commander.
I can't believe she blew her brains out.
Oh, Mr.
West, you don't want to look at that.
Right this way.
That's just very upsetting.
Detective?
It's a tragedy, man, b ut I guess Gina was going through some things.
Oh.
Shocker.
This way.
Just have a seat.
Thank you.
So, uh, Mr.
West, you were saying that Gina was going through a lot recently?
Uh, yeah, yeah, stuff with her kid, you know?
Her asshole ex-husband was suing for permanent custody, uh, said that Gina wasn't fit to be a mom 'cause she was a-a druggie, so the judge told her clean up or else.
And did she?
Hell, yeah.
J- just got back from rehab last week.
Mr.
West, earlier this evening, you told my detectives that you were out with a friend during the time of Gina's death.
Is there someone we can talk to that can confirm that?
You...
so you're still not buying the whole suicide angle?
We're exploring all possibilities, Mr.
West.
Okay, t-t-talk to my buddy Paul.
Um...
Paul...
Olson.
I- I was with him until I called you guys.
I can...
I can give you his number.
I didn't do this.
I- I loved Gina.
Uh-huh.
Uh, y-y-you know what else?
You know, now...
now that I think of it, You...
you should talk to, um, her ex-husband, too.
T- the last thing that dude wanted was for her to get visitation ever again, let alone custody to their daughter, you know?
I mean, that's what you're looking for, right...
motive?
I mean, I didn't have any motive, you know?
And why would I leave her body outside of our place?
I mean, if it were me, I would take it out to the desert, pour some gravy on it, let the coyotes do the rest.
You know, that way...
poof!
You know?
Just gone.
Wow.
Wow.
Uh, sounds like you got your plan all figured out.
No, I think things through.
I can see that.
Yes.
Uh, so, uh, this...
t- that cop told me that I-I had the right to remain silent.
So...
so, when does that start?
Oh, any time now.
You also have the right to an attorney, because you are under arrest.
What?
Why?
For possession of methamphetamine.
Sleep tight, Mr.
West.
Detective, would you?
Oh, come on.
Put your hands behind your back, please.
Ow.
Gentle.
Just don't get junkie on me, okay?
Come on, man.
This is a new suit.
Morning, chief Johnson.
Oh.
Everything all right?
Just missing the old building.
Yeah, parking three blocks away does take some getting used to.
Oh, man.
Pretty exciting about Pope, don't you think?
I mean, he is the closest thing to a lock for chief of police I can think of.
Oh, I don't know.
The commission has a lot of candidates they're considering.
It's Pope.
Trust me.
And you know what that means?
What?
Musical chairs.
Everybody changes jobs.
In fact, you could become the new assistant chief, especially with LAPD's emphasis on diversity.
Pope's number two...
That would be a nice position for you.
Would it?
And should you be promoted...
I would be honored to take over major crimes.
Oh.
That would be...
that would be something...
to...
to consider.
I had been, um, thinking about who would replace me if I were to become unavailable.
The more seamless we...
we make the transitions, the better.
I mean, who's closer to major crimes than me?
Oh.
Excuse me.
Well, thank you, commander, for thinking ahead.
Uh, yes, lieutenant?
What is it?
Yeah, chief.
I got an address on the victim's ex-husband.
I can send Gabriel down if you want.
Oh, yes, tell the Detective I'll be right...
For starters, you got three lieutenants in your squad.
Promote one of them.
Actually, no.
Lieutenant, I'd like you to join me for this notification.
I'll meet you at your car, okay?
Sure.
You know, as assistant chief, you get your own parking space right here in the building.
Hmm.
Come on, my sweet.
Oh, but I'm gonna take you to the toy store again...
Now?
Against my better judgment.
Yes.
Excuse me, ma'am.
I'm lieutenant Flynn.
This is deputy chief Johnson from the LAPD.
Is Darren Tatem here?
In you go, my girl.
My dad's making his music.
When I dance to it, he cracks up.
You must have some great moves.
What's your name?
Cody.
May I ask what this is regarding?
Yes.
We have some information for Mr.
Tatem, ma'am.
Well, his doctor wants him to take it easy, but I suppose a few minutes wouldn't hurt, huh?
He's just down the hall.
Is he sick?
Um, you could say that.
Yes.
Daddy.
Daddy, police officers.
Hello, Mr.
Tatem.
I'm deputy chief Brenda Leigh Johnson of the LAPD, and this is lieutenant Flynn.
We're so sorry to bother you this morning.
We were hoping you could answer a few of our questions.
Sure, I guess.
Anything I can get you?
Uh, I'm fine, mom.
Thanks.
Now you go with grandma, okay?
Okay.
Come on, my sweet girl.
Bye, daddy.
Bye.
Lymphoma.
Mom and dad help me fight the good fight.
You play beautifully.
Thank you.
It's part of a score I'm rushing to finish.
You do all your work here?
Yeah.
I don't get out much right now.
I imagine these are not the questions that you came here to ask.
How are things between you and your ex-wife, Mr.
Tatem?
Strained.
Why?
When was the last time you saw her?
I don't know.
About a week ago, when she got out of rehab.
Why?
What happened?
Well, I'm afraid we have some bad news for you and your daughter, Mr.
Tatem.
Gina was found dead last night.
And the bad news is?
Sorry.
It's just a lot of water under the bridge.
Did she OD?
Yeah.
On lead.
Your ex-wife died of a gunshot wound to the head.
She shot herself?
That's unclear a- at this point.
But, um, to your knowledge, did your ex-wife, Gina, own a gun like this one, perhaps?
Um, no, not...
not that I ever knew of.
Sir?
If...
if you're here wondering whether I shot her, the answer is no.
Like I said, I-I don't get out much lately.
Gina's boyfriend, Mr.
West, told us that there were some custody issues that you and your ex-wife were dealing with.
I just wanted her to get clean, that's all.
Now, I had the courts force her into rehab in order to give Cody the best possible chance at a...
at a healthy home.
I mean, I- I even gave Gina $25,000 when she got out just to get her back on her feet again.
I'm just...
I'm t-trying to make the best of a-a truly t-terrible situation, you know?
For Cody.
When did you say you gave your ex-wife this $25,000?
The money is not in her account.
But, uh, if you look here, boyfriend Wayne West...
It says he deposited $25,000 into his bank account four days ago.
Two days after Gina got out of rehab.
Detective Sanchez, where are we on Wayne West's alibi?
Julio.
Detective Sanchez, have you been able to confirm Mr.
West's alibi at the time of the shooting?
Oh, right, chief.
Um, I-I called the number he gave us.
This guy, Paul Olson...
I had to leave a message, and Olson hasn't called me back yet.
Have you tried paying him a visit?
Not yet, chief.
No.
Well, is that something that you could possibly do?
Say, now?
Chief.
Chief.
Uh, clearly Wayne West stole money from Gina.
But he owned the car she died in.
He reported her dead.
He went off and took a shower and cleaned himself up.
And then he fled the scene.
What are we waiting on Sanchez for?
All right, lieutenant.
You want another crack at Mr.
West yourself?
Tell us about the money.
Oh, man.
Okay.
This looks bad, I know.
But, um, did you talk to my friend?
Because I-I was with him.
Well, your friend is avoiding us.
What?
Okay.
Look.
Gina's ex gave me that money.
Really?
Because he told us he gave it to her.
No.
No way!
No!
Okay, okay.
Uh, he gave me that money 'cause he wanted me to convince Gina to sign away her parental rights, okay?
That...
that...
that's the truth.
Did he also want you to put a bullet in her skull?
Man, please.
He...
he was her ex.
Mr.
Tatem is probably dying, Mr.
West.
I don't think sole custody was an issue for him anymore.
Look, I know, okay?
But...
but he's loaded, okay?
So...
so I guess the thing is, when he kicks it, All that money goes into a trust for the girl, a trust that Gina would control unless someone, I.
E.
me, could convince her to sign away her rights.
Well, did you convince her like Tatem paid you to?
I w...
You know, it...
it was never the right moment, so...
Mr.
West, you had far more to gain if Gina got custody of her daughter.
And yet you want us to believe that you agreed to sell yourself short for $25,000?
You know, who's to say she wouldn't skip on me as soon as things went her way?
Besides, you think...
You think I want that whiny little brat around?
No, man, just give me the $25,000 up front.
Least I know what's in it for me, you know?
Uh, chief, can I talk to you two for a second?
Yes, Detective.
Just a moment, Mr.
West.
I didn't do it!
Darren Tatem just wired another $25,000 into Wayne's account.
This is beginning to look less and less like a suicide.
And more like a murder for hire.
Yeah.
More?
Uh, yeah, a little bit more.
Okay.
Chief, I'm sorry.
My mother had to go to work, and my sister's sick, and he had no other place...
Have you found Mr.
West's alibi yet?
Not yet, no.
But...
Detective, you are holding up my investigation.
Chief, I went by Olson's apartment.
A neighbor there said he skipped to Vegas.
And I have the police there looking for him.
But I have no other way to verify West's alibi.
Chief, good news...
Sanchez found someone else who can verify Wayne West's alibi.
Detective, a choice needs to be made regarding your situation.
And lieutenant Provenza is going to help you make it.
Lieutenant, with me.
With me.
Chief, I'm sorry.
He's just new to this whole taking-care-of-kids thing, and I was just trying to help out.
Then stop covering for him.
Tell me about this new alibi.
We were going through Tatem's accounts, and found a series of payments he recently made to a private investigator.
Gabriel's bringing the guy in right now.
Good.
Here.
Let me get the door for you.
Thank you.
West didn't kill anyone.
I was following him the whole night.
Got it all written down right here.
May I?
Here.
You were hired by Mr.
Tatem.
Is that correct?
Yeah.
There were some custody issues, and Tatem wanted me to find out if his ex-wife was still on drugs.
Tore him up thinking she was gonna raise their little girl.
I...
I felt for the guy.
Okay.
Here we go.
Thursday night, 6:27 P.
M., West is picked up by a friend.
Gina remains at the apartment?
Yeah.
That's why I stayed on West.
I figured I'd see if he was buying for her.
Was he?
Couldn't prove it.
But he was definitely using, though.
And he scored some meth that night with his friend.
I- it says here West got home at 10:15 P.
M.
Right, when he discovered her body.
He freaked and called 911 on his cell, and I left, got some sleep.
Sorry.
How often were you reporting to Mr.
Tatem?
Every day at some point.
By phone?
Mostly.
He came by the office a few times when he was feeling up to it.
So he's still able to get around.
A- and that night, the...
the night that Gina died...
Did you talk to him then?
I did.
I told him West was getting high.
So Mr.
Tatem knew Gina was by herself.
Coroner's investigator said she was dead by 10 P.
M.
But why would he pay me to prove his ex-wife was still using if he was just gonna kill her anyway?
I promise that is the first question I'm gonna ask him.
Sir, we're here to speak with Darren Tatem.
He's busy, so unless you have a warrant, I...
If you'll excuse us.
Lieutenant Tao, upstairs, please.
Lieutenant Provenza.
Sir, is Mr.
Tatem in his recording studio?
I'll take that as a yes.
And his daughter...
is she here, too?
Cody went shopping with my wife.
Look, showing up with all these people here is completely unnecessary.
Darren will cooperate in any way he can.
Good.
Detective.
He's very sick.
Don't you understand that?
Look, he hasn't done anything wrong!
Why don't you just tell me what you want?!
Mr.
Tatem.
My son didn't do anything!
Mr.
Tatem.
Mr.
Tatem, open this door!
Wait!
Wait!
Darren, please!
Sir...
sir...
sir, just stay back, okay?
Mr.
Tatem, we need to talk to you.
Open this door now.
Please, let me go in.
Sir, I said stay back!
This is ridiculous!
Stay back!
You want it open?
Yes.
Mr.
Tatem, we know you hired a private investigator.
He told you that Gina was by herself.
Just leave him alone!
That woman shot herself!
Sir, will you shut up?!
That woman shot herself!
Will you shut up?!
We know Wayne West didn't kill her.
You just transferred another $25,000 to frame him.
Please leave my family alone.
No.
Could you please just leave them alone?
That's up to you, Mr.
Tatem.
Open this door.
We need to talk to you.
Dad, I love you.
Darren?
Hurry, Detective.
I'm trying.
And I love mom, too, okay?
And tell Cody.
Tell her that she was everything to me.
Never doubt it.
Open the door.
Get it open now.
I'm trying, chief.
Darren!
Darren!
No!
Oh, my God!
Oh, my God!
Chief, you all right?
4-king-62.
4-king-62.
I have a gunshot wound.
Oh, Darren, what did you do?
Male, 30s.
I need paramedics, two additional units, and a supervisor now...
do you copy?
Darren, what did you do?
What did you do?
All units, 4- king-62 is requesting Two units and a supervisor.
Look at this. "
I killed her.
For Cody.
I'm sorry. "
Now, this was definitely a suicide.
No argument here.
You know, when people shoot themselves in the mouth like this, they always press their tongue against the barrel at the moment of truth.
Interesting, no?
How sick was he?
Well, about as sick as you can be.
Uh, the cancer was everywhere.
He had a few weeks left, max.
Would he have known that for sure?
No responsible physician would have told him anything else.
So why not just...
turn himself in?
I don't know.
In his condition, the judge probably grants bail.
He spends whatever time he has left at home.
With his daughter.
And his morphine drip.
Hm.
But to each his own.
Let's just go back over everything, j-just to be safe.
The...
the timeline, the finances.
Just recheck everyone's story.
Thank you so much, doctor.
Oh, um...
The tox results for Gina Decker.
Even though I'm still pretty certain it was the bullet that killed her, she was pretty jacked up on meth at the time of death.
So she would've lost custody regardless.
Wow.
If Tatem had only known.
That's what bothers me.
He did know.
I- I mean, he had to.
His PI told him Wayne West was using.
Wait a minute.
I'm sorry.
Are you questioning the confession now?
You mean the seven words he typed on his computer?
Just because he didn't say them to your face doesn't make it any less real.
Anyway, uh...
Speaking of custody issues, I've been thinking.
If I make chief, I might move you into my job...
In which case, we would need to begin to consider who might take over your division.
Wow.
Uh, okay, yes.
Um, I-I'll start thinking about that.
How do I look?
Seriously?
Fine.
Nice.
Where are you going, anyway?
This event/dinner thing with a bunch of, uh, city council members.
Ugh.
You don't know how lucky you are you don't have to do this stuff.
What about Taylor?
What about him?
You know, for major crimes.
Well, think about it.
He's...
he's been very supportive.
So send him a basket of muffins.
Have a nice dinner.
You're talking in the realm of ifs and maybes, and I'm talking in the realm of facts.
I don't believe this.
It's not as simple as you're making it out to be.
It's not that simple.
Over here?
Lieutenant!
You need to handle this.
Chief, this isn't about Sanchez.
Gabriel, come on.
What's it about?
Nothing, chief.
E- everything's fine.
Nothing.
Tatem did not kill his ex-wife.
Why do you say that?
'Cause we were going back through everything.
And lieutenant tao and I took a look at Tatem's computer.
We were looking at the score that he was finishing up.
Lieutenant, the score?
The program he works on...
is automatically set up to save changes every five minutes.
Could you open the list of changes, please, lieutenant?
Oh, boy.
Here we go.
Right.
Okay.
If you'll notice the dates and times of these saves, You'll see they occurred during the evening of Gina's murder, starting at 6:00 P.
M.
and continuing past 11:00.
But that doesn't mean he was actually there.
You said the program saves automatically.
Only if changes are made.
So he had to have been working on the score during that time, or it wouldn't have changed anything.
Exactly.
Chief, please.
Chief, we've already solved this case once.
It's wrapped up with a bow on top.
Now, if you untie that bow, you know what will happen.
This isn't the kind of decision we make on our own.
Detective Gabriel, since this is still a custody case, I'd like to see Cody Tatem.
Have her grandparents bring her in, please.
Thank you.
Yes, ma'am.
We'll, uh, head down here.
Sorry for the inconvenience.
Thank you, commander.
Oh, no job too small.
Mr.
And Mrs.
Tatem, thank you so much for coming down here tonight.
Right this way.
Seems like we're running our own little daycare here lately.
Um, Detective Sanchez here would be happy to watch Cody While we talk, if you don't mind.
Cody, okay?
Okay, sweetie.
Lieutenant Flynn.
Come on, sweetheart.
Excuse me.
Excuse me.
Yes?
You said that you had some questions about Darren's death?
Yes.
I have what I hope will be comforting news for you both.
And that is that we've been able to establish that your son was not responsible for the death of Gina Decker.
What?
I'm sorry.
I fail to see how that's comforting news to us, considering that it was your investigation that forced Darren to commit suicide!
Sir.
Our investigation did not force him to confess.
Which of you was he trying to protect by killing himself?
What are you talking about?
No one.
That's...
that's ridiculous!
We're...
we're...
we're not answering anything else.
You will if you want to retain custody of your granddaughter.
What?
You wouldn't dare try to keep her here.
I've done worse things.
I'm beginning to think that you have, too.
Let's find out.
You first.
Albert.
Sir.
Sir, I need you to come with me down the hall, please.
Thank you.
Right this way.
Uh, it'll just be a few minutes.
All right, now, Mrs.
Tatem, I've gone around and around on this case, and, frankly, I'm tired of being lied to.
So I'm gonna make this very simple.
Detective Gabriel here has read you your rights.
First I'm gonna talk to you, and then I'm gonna talk to your husband.
And if I believe that the two of you conspired to kill your ex-daughter-in-law...
No.
Wait.
That never happened.
...Then little Cody, who's already lost her mother and her father, will also lose you when the department of children's services puts her into foster care.
Oh, God, no.
Please, please, please...
However, if I believe that one of you acted on your own, then the remaining grandparent will be awarded full custody and be able to take Cody home tonight.
Are we done yet?
Mrs.
Tatem.
Darren was our only child.
And when it became clear that he wasn't going to beat the cancer, the only thing we had to hold on to was that he would live on with us through Cody.
And Thursday morning, when Darren told us that Gina had tested clean and...
after he was gone we were g-going to lose Cody, too...
Had you tried to arrange it so that you and your husband would retain custody of your granddaughter?
Of course!
We hired lawyers.
But in California, when the mother is deemed fit...
the grandparents have no custodial rights.
Let's get to Thursday night, shall we?
My husband...
he called Gina...
and told her he wanted to meet and that there would be a lot of money in it for her if she would just sign away her parental rights.
But she...
she refused to meet Albert.
So I went instead.
Wait.
You did?
I brought our checkbook, hoping I could pay her enough money to get her to sign the papers.
And you also brought a gun?
Yes.
I did.
Mrs.
Tatem, let me warn you that if your story does not match your husband's, I'll be forced to think that the two of you planned it together.
My husband didn't do it.
No.
Listen to me.
I did it.
I did it.
Tell me how you planned it.
I didn't plan it.
I just knew it had to be done.
Gina was surprised to see me.
But I told her I just wanted to talk.
She was hungry, so I offered to buy her dinner.
I was low on gas, and Gina's license had been revoked, so we got in Wayne's car.
But before we drove away, I- I asked Gina where she was comfortable going, considering how she was dressed.
And she...
she took that entirely the wrong way.
She ended up screaming at me.
That's when she said that after Darren died, we would never see Cody again.
There was nothing left to discuss.
I got out of the car.
She was so mad, she wouldn't even look at me.
I reached into my purse for the gun.
I leaned into the car.
And I shot her in the head.
Where'd you get the gun?
It was Darren's.
I'd hidden it from him.
Afraid he might do something stupid.
I guess he replaced it.
Did he know you killed Gina?
Not until you showed him a picture of his gun.
And what about your husband?
He doesn't know anything.
I decided to let Darren go...
with the knowledge that Cody would be safe.
But you took away all the time Darren had left...
with Cody, with your husband, with you.
Your son killed himself to protect you.
And worst of all, Mrs.
Tatem, blood work from our morgue shows that Gina was still using.
So she would have lost custody anyway.
You only know that because I put a bullet in her brain.
And what would have happened to Cody if I hadn't?
We all know.
Don't we?
I had to do it.
I had to.
I'm gonna bring your husband in now so you can tell him yourself what you did.
Good luck to you, Mrs.
Tatem.
Bringing the husband in now, chief.
Thank you.
Chief, you know, we could write this up as manslaughter.
She brought a gun with her, lieutenant.
And good intentions.
Is this how you want custody battles decided...
by knocking off everyone unqualified to be a parent?
We'd have a world full of orphans.
Write it up as a murder.
We'll let the jury decide.
Yeah, chief.
Do you want me to turn this off, chief?
Uh, no.
Can I borrow headphones, please?
Sure.
You sure she's not lying to you?
I am now.
Rough day?
You could say that.
Thanks.
You decide to turn in your application for chief or not?
No...
Because the only person in my division who's begun to share my priorities is Gabriel, and he'd never even be considered because of his rank.
And maybe his record.
You know, Pope went outside the department to find you.
You could do the same.
Of course, you'd have to be chief to do it.
I don't know.
We'll see.
Maybe you're right.
Maybe...
getting a little emotional distance wouldn't be such a terrible thing.
Mm.

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