Émission TV: The Closer - 6x7

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211 in progress.
Shots fired.
Jefferson American Bank.
21701 Armstrong.
Air 14's en route.
Understand security guard possibly down inside.
Go go.
Listen, I do not know, I do not know.
Air 14, we got 2 guys running through the parking lot.
Suspect number one...
he's got brown coveralls.
He's holding a rifle, guys.
Potentially shot a security guard inside.
Just use caution.
Freeze!
Okay, I got officers in foot pursuit.
Officers are in foot pursuit.
I got a northbound on Edison approaching Douglas in foot pursuit.
Gunfire!
Gunfire!
Officer needs help!
Officer needs help!
I'm on Edison, coming up to Douglas!
Officer needs help!
Shots fired!
I lost them in the trees.
Partner, get me around there.
Get me around.
Get me around.
Okay, okay, I got them again.
I got them again.
They're running eastbound on the south side.
The white building right here.
Yeah, right in front of you, the brown coveralls with the rifle, guys.
Use caution.
He's already fired once.
Black and white in the parking lot, that's them in front of you.
Brown coveralls...
That's your suspect.
There he is.
There he is.
And more shots fired, guys!
Additional shots fired!
Officers need help!
Officers need help!
Southeast corner.
Second vehicle, right there in front of you.
He's going into the building.
I got them going into the building the southeast corner.
Stand by.
Stand by.
Get me around, partner.
Get me around.
All officers, are in the Fantasy Kitchens.
Possible hostages.
Watch your fire.
Thank you for calling Fantasy Kitchens, your family's first choice for quality materials.
A fantasy kitchen spe...
I've been trying to reach them for two hours now.
It seems like they're screening their calls.
Thank you, and have a fantastic day.
Hey, this is Steve Hayward of the LAPD again.
Please pick up the phone, guys.
I want to make sure everyone gets through this in one piece.
Thank you for calling fantasy kitchens...
It's been three hours.
How long can they hold up in there?
We could send in a robot with a cellphone.
will return your call as soon as possible.
Thank you, and have a fantastic day.
Agent Howard.
All right, listen, guys.
Don't hang up.
Let's talk this thing out.
My apologies to the FBI, but this is no longer just a bank robbery.
They killed a security guard.
Yeah, we heard.
How many suspects in the store?
Two.
Well, we'd like to speak with them, you know, alive?
I can help you if you let me.
Maybe we could arrange that if they'd pick up the phone.
Guys.
Yeah, we're ready to give up.
We're out of ammo, s- so no more shooting.
We're gonna send people out front.
Okay, good.
How many folks you got in there?
We got three people in here.
Is that everybody, then?
What do you mean, is that everybody?
You saying I'm a liar?
No, no.
Not at all.
'Cause we're seriously letting these people go.
We're gonna send them out.
All three of them.
Go on.
Get out.
Go on!
I count one, two...
three hostages.
Thank God.
Okay.
Terrific.
Thank you, guys.
Now, just give us a second here to get these folks situated, and this will all be over real soon.
I promise.
Suspects went out the back door firing.
Both of them down.
Oh, damn it!
What?
I love happy endings.
We need to see the bodies.
Why?
Well, this doesn't feel like a happy ending to me.
Brown coveralls.
What do you know?
I need to see his face.
Come on.
You're still missing three suspects.
How do you know that?
Guy in the brown coveralls belongs to a professional group of bank robbers we call the "Dear Jane Gang".
That's catchy, but what does it mean?
Well, Dear Jane gang always pass a robbery note to a female teller that starts with her name. "
Dear Jane," for example, "we're holding your husband and kids hostage. "
If you want to see them alive again, you'll empty all the cash drawers".
Now, they know the kids' names, the husband's name...
So they really do their homework.
There was no note this morning.
Well, I want to see the security footage from the bank to be sure of that.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
Where are you guys going with all this junk?
It belonged to one of our dead bank robbers...
Not, uh, brown coveralls but the other guy?
Jason McDonald.
Yeah.
This is all the evidence we collected on the warrant.
Well, I guess the chief needs to see this, but the front of the murder room is filled with witnesses from the bank robbery.
Well, then, where would you like us to put it, lieutenant?
Well, I haven't heard any complaints out of the super-cubicle for a while.
Wait.
We can't just dump...
You gonna help me or what?
Okay, according to witnesses, brown coveralls is saying, "everybody down, everybody down. "
And over here, brown coveralls tells the security guard to put his weapon on the ground, which he does.
Then the security guard's gonna make a move.
And there's the shooting.
And here it is again.
The guard's Andre Hicks, 65-year-old ex-marine, basically there to open the door for people.
And gave his life for $8 an hour.
Okay, so I see two robbers here, but you say there are more?
Well, Dear Jane usually has four inside and a getaway driver outside, for a total of five guys.
Buzz, can you shift to the parking-lot footage?
Sure.
Okay.
Uh, well, two run out - they're looking for their ride.
Now, in their 20 or so jobs, they've always used a van as a getaway.
So, where is the van?
You seem to know an awful lot about these Dear Jane people.
Why haven't we ever heard of them before?
Well, I've heard of them.
What?
The FBI sent out flyers.
We also e-mailed you footage of the Dear Jane robbing a bank in Orange County last month.
Buzz, would you please look up that e-mail for me?
Yeah, chief.
Yeah, 'cause I never saw it.
You've been very busy, sir.
Now, you might try removing "FBI" from your junk filter.
Another question, Agent Howard...
how did you recognize the guy this morning if they always wore masks?
Actually, up until this morning, they never wore masks.
They usually wear baseball caps.
So, this morning, two suspects...
not five...
wearing masks - not baseball caps...
bust into a bank with automatic weapons, don't use a note, do kill someone.
Despite all those discrepancies, you're convinced that the two guys that we ended up shooting today are part of this "Dear Jane" outfit?
Found the e-mail, chief.
Oh.
You want to play it, Buzz?
Okay.
There is brown coveralls.
Now, here are two other guys.
Now, this one, I think, is the second suspect from this morning.
And then...
okay...
freeze.
Can you freeze it?
All right.
Punch in.
There.
Yeah.
That's brown coveralls.
And I am telling you, regardless of what happened this morning, these guys are criminal masterminds.
Masterminds?
Meet Mr.
Brown coveralls, AKA Dennis Bailey, and his partner, Jason McDonald.
What kind of masterminds bring their I.
D.
to a bank robbery and then try to escape on foot?
Well, at some point, there was a van.
Uh, excuse me, chief Johnson.
We're back.
Finished with the warrant, got some stuff.
Afternoon, everybody.
Well, thank you.
Uh, lieutenant Tao, would you please go back through the footage and see if you can find any sign of a getaway van?
I don't know how I'm supposed to look for people I can't even see.
Hey, chief?
Robber one, brown coveralls...
that's Dennis Bailey, and the address on his driver's license is old, so we currently have no idea where he lived.
But the guy that was with him, Jason McDonald...
His place was pretty special, chief.
Yeah.
His whole place was filled with these.
Wait a minute.
Why are you putting all this junk in my cubicle?
'Cause nobody ever comes back here, sir.
What was he doing with all these safes?
Dear Jane started out boosting safes, from restaurants and bars.
You know, their move up to banks has only been in the last two years.
Two years?!
But if you've been working on this case for that long, why haven't we heard...
Uh, wait a minute.
Is this even your case?
Well, n-not exactly.
Well, then, why are you here?
Um, I just found out my new assignment this morning.
And, uh, well, there is supposed to be an official announcement made tomorrow, but, uh, this bank job...
Well, anyway, um...
I've been appointed the new FBI liaison to the LAPD.
Well...
Congratulations.
I guess you'll be working very closely with...
Whoever is the next chief of police.
I don't...
I don't understand.
I...
You never said anything about being up for the liaison...
I didn't know, myself.
I walked into work today, and now here I am.
Well, thank you for the warm welcome.
Oh, well, of course.
We're all looking forward to working with you.
Oh.
I mean...
Congratulations, honey.
I'm...
I'm...
I'm so happy for you.
And I-I think we should all start working together, r- right now.
These safes, for instance...
Why don't we run all the serial numbers against whatever data the FBI has on the prior...
burglaries.
Um...
So...
If you agree, uh, chief Pope?
Love it.
All right, then.
Uh, would you please join me back in the electronics room?
Certainly.
Thank you.
Oh, and, gentlemen, if we are dealing with a mastermind here, I seriously doubt it's the guy who has safes in his house.
So, let's keep looking for the address on Dennis Bailey, our Mr.
Brown coveralls.
Thank y'all so much.
So, the day before they're supposed to announce the short list for candidates for chief of police, the FBI sends over her husband as the new liaison officer.
Are you gonna give him his own office?
So, we lined up the security codes of the robbery footage with the parking lot security cameras.
So you can see the shooting starts here.
And seconds later, a Ford sedan whips out of the parking lot.
But there's no clear view of the driver.
Wait.
There's something we may have missed, though.
As the Ford's backing out...
...The reflection of the bumper...
there!
The license plate.
Lieutenant Tao.
Mm.
Good catch, Buzz.
Thanks.
Oh.
What "oh"?
Comes up "Confidential - LAPD".
The registered owner of this vehicle...
is a cop.
A cop?
That guy was with us this morning.
Hostage negotiator.
He's in the murder room interviewing witnesses with Provenza right now. "
Detective Steve Hayward. "
Who better to set a fire than a fireman?
Now do you believe there's a mastermind?
So, you know something I don't?
About?
Maybe the FBI gets a heads-up who's on the short list for chief.
Suddenly, they decide the husband of a certain high-ranking female officer would make a good liaison.
Look, if you're saying I'm here because I'm close to Brenda, you could also say I'm here because I'm close to you.
Really?
Where did I go to college?
Back east.
Stanford.
What did I get my master's in?
Mm-hmm.
Never mind.
How old are my kids?
Yeah.
Right.
They chose you because you and I are so tight.
Let me ask you this.
Does Brenda even want to be chief?
Because I've worked my entire life for this job.
Well, then, I wish you good luck.
Steve.
Would you like to join us in the conference room?
Chief Johnson wants to...
do a quick debriefing.
Excuse me one sec.
Right this way.
You guys unhappy about something?
Detective Hayward, you've had so much success handling hostage situations, talking people out of doing terrible things.
I was curious...
What do you think went wrong today?
Well, nothing went wrong, per se.
The suspects were unpredictable, based on the AR-15 and AK they were swinging around.
Those are pretty nasty weapons to bring to a bank robbery.
It's almost like they wanted us to shoot them.
Suicide by cop.
Looking at the transcripts, you never once asked the suspects to drop their weapons.
Why?
I was focused on the release of the hostages, who were, despite my apparent lack of success, set free.
A vehicle registered in your name was seen leaving the bank this morning during the robbery.
Steve...
That's your car.
I- I-I came to work this morning in my crown vic.
This...
I bought this car a couple months ago...
For my wife.
Where's your wife at this moment, Detective?
What does she have to do with any of this?
Well, isn't it obvious?
Not to me, it isn't.
Look, let's just get back to where your wife might be.
She said something about a...
Meeting at a church.
Then why was your car at the bank...
This morning?
How do you explain that?
I can't.
Okay, Detective, this is what we need.
Confirm exactly where you were during the robbery and your wife's cellphone number.
Just...
just do that for us, Steve, and...
and we can straighten this whole mess out.
Oh.
Lieutenant, would you please get the Detective's statement right away, please?
So, sorry, chief.
I- I still don't know where brown coveralls...
I mean, Dennis Bailey...
lived, but I found his brother, Jed Bailey, and he's here in L.
A.
Mr.
Bailey.
Uh, are you Jed Bailey?
I sure am.
How can I help you?
I'm deputy chief Brenda Leigh Johnson of the LAPD, and this is special Agent Fritz Howard of the FBI.
May we have a moment of your time, sir?
Sure.
What is it?
When was the last time you saw or spoke to your brother - Dennis?
Uh, is...
is he okay?
Oh, my gosh.
What's happened to Dennis?
Jed?
I- I'm fine, honey.
Um, take the kids inside.
I'll be in in a minute.
Was your brother alone the last time you saw him?
Uh...
Yes.
He was.
He was...
almost always by himself.
Oh, my gosh.
Oh, my gosh.
Mr.
Bailey.
We're sorry to tell you your brother Dennis robbed a bank this morning and was later killed in a police standoff.
That...
that can't be Dennis.
There's no way.
I'm sorry, sir, but we have him on film, and he had ID on him when he was killed.
Jed, everything okay?
Uh, doing great.
Thanks, Gene.
My brother's not a violent person.
He's never owned a gun in his life.
Well he had one today.
And he used it to kill a security guard.
No.
Oh, no, no, no.
Well, he must...
he must have been mixed up with somebody.
Well, he was, sir.
This man was with him at the bank.
Does he look at all familiar to you?
No.
I don't know.
It...
Is he the guy with the guns?
They both had guns, sir.
Sir, can you tell us where your brother lived?
Oh, my gosh.
What is it, Mr.
Bradley?
Those beers...
He promised me he was gonna quit.
I even drove him to a couple of AA meetings.
It's a difficult thing to stop drinking.
Could you tell me where those AA meetings were?
Chief, it looks like the one from the Orange County job.
Guess he had a thing for these.
What are you talking about?
They're comfortable, and they don't show dirt.
40 grand in the medicine cabinet.
Okay.
He hides his money at home and holds on to his precious brown coveralls.
Not a mastermind.
So far, the only person we've met capable of planning something like this is Detective Hayward.
Hey, chief.
You know that getaway car we thought belonged to Hayward?
Here's a rental receipt for one exactly like it.
Good afternoon, folks.
My name is Boyd.
I bet you're looking for a minivan.
Actually, we are trying to locate this car.
I'm sorry.
Has your vehicle been in an accident, lost, or stolen?
No.
We didn't rent the car.
We just need to know if it's been returned.
Oh.
Uh, okay.
Let me just...
see here.
Lieutenant Tao.
Okay, here it is.
Uh, it was picked up this morning, at the driver's request.
Who picked it up?
Tim.
He's out back.
I'll call him for you?
No, no.
Don't call him.
I'll go get him.
Uh, chief.
Sanchez says he has Hayward's wife in the murder room.
Uh-huh.
She says she was at choir practice this morning during the robbery.
And she has the car, but it's missing the front plate.
Missing the front plate?
They stole the cop's license plate, put it on their rental car so that they wouldn't get pulled over.
Yeah, but how did they know that Mrs.
Hayward's husband is a cop?
I told you.
They were smart.
Hey!
There's no Tim working here.
Boyd returned the car.
Boyd?
Who's Boyd? "
The guy helping us" Boyd!
Oh, you mean Boyd?
Where'd that little jerk go?
I think that's him.
There goes another one of your genius bank robbers, driving off in his little clown car.
Well, he has the getaway part down.
Oh, thank God.
Food.
I'm starving.
Hey.
I got great news.
The FBI caught the Dear Jane getaway driver, Boyd Martin.
You say that like it's a bad thing.
You stole my suspect.
Working together doesn't mean that we find him, and then you swoop in.
We didn't swoop.
We tracked his financial transactions and then deduced.
Oh, for Pete's sake, don't gussy it up.
Boyd Martin paid for an airline ticket using his own credit card.
A deaf, dumb, and blind orangutan could have tracked him down.
Well, then, why didn't you?
We did.
And don't pretend you don't know this.
The LAPD was there.
Undercovers watched Boyd go into that airport parking garage and never come out.
Doesn't take a mastermind to figure out the feds grabbed him.
You can't blame us because we like our suspects alive.
Yeah, well, what if Boyd was meeting his conspirators inside the terminal?
Hmm?
Then we could have caught the whole Dear Jane gang, together.
Anybody at the FBI ever think of that?
Will you relax?
Besides admitting he's the getaway driver, Boyd is not talking to the FBI.
Well, he should be not talking to me!
This is exactly the same thing you always accuse me of.
You hate it when I take help and information from you and then arrest the very person we're both looking for.
At least I don't lie to you.
I have been completely honest with you.
I have never lied to you!
Oh!
That's the biggest lie of all.
Not once.
Not once.
Never.
You know what?
I don't take it personally.
Maybe I have omitted certain details about...
if you want to lie in order to get Boyd transferred into LAPD custody, you go right ahead.
I will do whatever necessary to get that kid in my interview room because he is guilty of a triple homicide.
Triple homicide?
You're including Bailey and McDonald?
They're bank robbers.
You don't get to decide who my victims are.
Three people were killed in that bank robbery.
A- and California law - they don't care I- I-if Boyd drove the car or pulled the trigger.
Boyd is not the mastermind of these robberies.
Once and for all, we are not looking for a bank robber.
We are looking for a murderer!
And if the FBI thinks that they're gonna make a deal with Boyd on a bunch of no-account robberies, well, they are jumping the gun.
Because I am arresting that kid even if I have to get a court order to do it.
Now who's not working together?
And they jumped the gun on that, too.
Appointing you liaison...
Before the short list for chief even comes out.
I mean, what if I'm not on it?
So you think the only reason the FBI promoted me is because of you.
Well, that's not the only reason.
Um, of course you're qualified.
You know, this should have been a really big day for me.
Oh, honey, I-I'm proud of you.
I am.
Whenever you don't get what you want, you go straight for the jugular, every time.
What is that?
I'm sorry, Fritzi.
I'm mostly doing so much better with these things, aren't I?
I'm not a criminal!
I completely apologize!
You did steal my suspect.
We're checking out all the Haywards' friends.
They're both on a bowling team.
No link to the robbers there.
Wife's in the church choir.
They ask to go home?
No.
We kept them comfortable overnight.
They're watching tv now.
Hey, chief.
I'm, uh, looking at Hayward's finances.
He's got no boats, no second homes, no Vegas blowouts or anything like that.
Meanwhile, everyone else from Dear Jane had big money problems.
Dennis Bailey, AKA Brown coveralls, was drowning in credit-card debt.
And, uh, his partner from yesterday, Jason McDonald, he literally put the "dead" in "deadbeat dad".
And our rental-car specialist, Boyd Martin, has 80 grand in college loans.
Chief, I found something on the safes.
A few of the serial numbers tracked back to burglaries in Oregon, where Jason McDonald went to college.
Was Dennis Bailey ever a student there?
Dennis Bailey never went to college.
Mm.
Big surprise.
What about the Haywards?
Born and raised here.
Met at UCLA.
And Steve's...
Um, Hayward's alibi during the bank robbery checks out.
So why are you still holding him?
Detective Hayward's union rep was here for like half an hour, complaining about how he's being treated.
Tell him the detective's making overtime and that he's helping us solve the case. "
Helping" by watching cable in your conference room with Provenza?
Until I figure out how his license plate wound up on the rental car, I certainly ca...
I know.
May be Detective Hayward is the Dear Jane mastermind and he gave the plates to his partners because nobody pulls over a cop's car.
And if they did, he could just say, "someone stole my plates".
It's incredible.
Thank you.
I mean, "incredible"...
Incredible...
not credible as in "wrong" as in it's wrong to trash Hayward's reputation and piss off the union just so you can look all tough for the Mayor!
I'm tired of being treated this way.
You are exhausting everyone who works here!
I can't wait for this whole "chief" thing to be over!
Says the person whose husband was just appointed FBI liaison to the LAPD.
I suppose you think I had something to do with that?
Well, you couldn't be more wrong...
again!
Come in!
Excuse me, chief...
um, "chiefs".
We found a link between the Dear Jane gang and Detective Hayward.
Good thing he's still here, then.
May I?
Yes.
Sorry to have kept you.
So, tell me.
What type of parking lot could you reliably expect to be unattended for an hour or so at a time?
I don't know.
A theater?
Try the parking lot at Detective Hayward's church.
How does that connect to the robbers?
Well, it doesn't, exactly, but remember Dennis Bailey's brother, Jed?
Well, it turns out Jed and Detective Hayward attend the same church.
Uh, chief?
Someone tagged a photo of Jed Bailey on Facebook, some kind of college reunion.
Now, Dennis Bailey may not have gone to school with Jason McDonald, but Jed Bailey did- They were part of the same frat.
That Jed Bailey is such a good little liar.
And stealing a cop's license plate from church?!
Finally!
Signs of intelligent life from inside the Dear Jane gang!
So Jason and Dennis connect to Jed.
What about Boyd?
You think the FBI's gonna let us talk to him?
No.
But maybe they'll help us if I tell them we're gonna search Boyd's house.
Wait.
W-we need the FBI's cooperation for that.
Well...
I'm about to get it.
Pardon me.
Special Agent Howard.
Oh, hello, Fritz.
I am officially requesting that the FBI liaison officer provide the LAPD with all of the information y'all have on one Boyd Martin.
You know I can't do that.
All right, then.
We'll have to go search his house.
We have all the evidence.
You have no standing to search his house.
Actually, I do.
I have a witness.
Who?
You.
Me?
Did you or did you not tell me last night that Boyd admitted to being the getaway driver?
I did, but that was during a personal conversation with my wife.
Uh-huh.
So, do you want to be listed on my search warrant as a witness or an informant?
Brenda, we are getting our own warrant for Boyd's house.
Oh!
Look...
Either I put your name on that warrant, or you tell me what I want to know.
You know, I-I-I really think you are beginning to lose your perspective.
My perspective?!
The FBI is fiddling around with a bunch of bank robberies while I've got a triple homicide to solve!
What about that poor security guard, huh?
Are you telling me that no one is going to jail for his murder?
You are my husband!
You're supposed to be helping me!
That is just the beginning of my perspective!
You want more?
'Cause I can give it to you.
Hold on for one second.
Chief, Flynn says that...
Well, maybe now is not a good time.
I'm on hold with our new FBI liaison officer.
And I'm all out of candy bars.
Oh.
Oh.
Well, you know what they say.
It's, uh...
never easy working with family.
Anyway, Flynn says the license plate was stolen.
So can we let the Haywards go home?
Please?
All right, I will answer your questions if you promise not to serve this search warrant.
Is Boyd Martin related to Dennis Bailey, Mr.
Brown coveralls?
Yeah.
They were second cousins.
Any other questions?
No.
Uh...
Well, yes.
Do you know who the mastermind is yet?
No.
Good, 'cause I do.
If Boyd Martin is Dennis Bailey's second cousin, that means he's also Jed Bailey's second cousin.
That means they're all connected.
Well, does that mean that we can say goodbye to Ozzie and Harriet in our conference room?
I cannot sit through one more episode of "House Hunters International".
No.
We're still missing the fifth Dear Jane gang member.
But, here.
Give them some candy.
Gentlemen, whenever people run away from us like that, I feel the least we can do is chase after them.
I agree.
Good afternoon...
I forgot your name.
Deputy chief Brenda Leigh Johnson.
Gosh, I'm sorry, chief Johnson.
But I'm actually running late for a meeting at the funeral home about my brother's memorial service.
Is there something I can help you with real quick?
Golly gee, there is, real quick, if you could turn around, put your hands behind your back so I can arrest you for the murders of Andre Hicks, Jason McDonald, and Dennis Bailey.
What?
Murders?
Jed Bailey, you have the right to remain silent.
If you give up that right...
Ow!
...anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.
Bad dog!
No ball!
Go home!
Go home, Ralphie!
Go home!
Y'all have been so patient.
I'm so sorry to have bothered you with all this.
Hey.
Sometimes crummy things turn out okay.
But that's what overtime is for, right?
Uh, speaking of which, would you, uh, would you sign that time sheet for me?
Oh.
Uh, of course.
My pleasure.
You know, we're putting all this extra cash toward that condo we saw down in Panama, and you are gonna come to visit, mister.
Can't wait for you to get there.
There you go.
Thank you so much.
So, where are we with Jed Bailey?
Well, his, uh, income tax return said he made about $38,000 last year.
His new SUV is worth maybe twice that.
And on top of that, he's got his kids in a private school and a golf-club membership in the five figures.
Someone from the Dear Jane gang is making money robbing banks.
Chief, we got the statement from Gene-Gene, the jogging machine.
Oh.
Guy wouldn't shut up.
Yeah, Gene is $350,000 upside down on his mortgage.
Ohh.
This statement is full of good stuff.
But Gene also said he wasn't at the robbery yesterday, and neither was Jed.
Uh-huh.
So?
So, you can't make Jed Bailey for the murders at the bank if he wasn't there.
Oh, he was there, lieutenant.
I promise you.
Jed Bailey was at that bank.
If there's anything more that I can do to help the police, of course, I want to do it.
Like I said, I-I had no idea who Dennis was running around with.
I don't know what I can tell you beyond that.
Not even about your neighbor Gene?
Is...
is he mixed up in all this?
Well, Gene says, in the last four years, he's participated in over 30 burglaries and 10 bank robberies planned by you, sir.
Wait!
What?
Look, we already found the safes you stole, Mr.
Bailey.
We collected them from your fraternity brother's house.
Not to mention all the video footage we have of you in a baseball cap, handing threatening notes to tellers.
But I-I-I don't care about all that.
I care about the murders.
Murders?
Now, hang on.
Three people were killed at that bank yesterday, Mr.
Bailey, including a veteran, and you were there.
I'm sorry, but you people have it all wrong.
You can ask my wife where I was all day yesterday.
Now, wait.
Wasn't it your wife's job to babysit while you were out robbing?
Because Gene says she did that a lot, which makes her as guilty as you.
Now, hold on.
My wife...
Gene...
And...
and you believed him?
Just saying whatever?
Lying about my kids even?
Let's talk about your kids for a minute, Mr.
Bailey.
I- I don't mean the private schools, the fancy away camps, and the beautiful house...
All the luxuries you've managed to give them on a $38,000 income.
But how will they survive without their dad and their mom?
You claim you weren't at that bank yesterday, Mr.
Bailey.
Make me believe you.
My wife had nothing to do with any of this, okay?
I'm listening.
And I never killed anybody.
Ever.
What I was doing I was doing to help my friends and my family.
You mean Dennis, Jason, Boyd...
And Gene.
I cannot believe Gene turning on me like this.
People, man.
They see a chance to jump ahead of you, brother, they grab it.
I'm...
I'm just - I'm so disappointed in the world right now.
How is it, Mr.
Bailey, that after all the robberies you did, rescuing your friends and family, they still have their same old money problems?
Yeah.
I can only do so much.
Gene, for instance, my neighbor, I gave him an extra 10% on the last job so he could keep his house.
No, no.
He says you only did that because you didn't want a foreclosure next door.
Oh, well, that's a lie, and he knows it.
The other guys were plenty upset when I helped him.
Isn't that because you took Gene's extra money from their cut, not from your 60% cut?
I had the most to lose!
A wife, kids, everything we work our whole lives for!
I did all the planning.
I researched bank employee schedules, floor plans...
I made sure that there were no schools or parks nearby.
No potential harm to kids.
I made it safe for people!
Really?
Tell me how sending your friend and your brother into that bank with guns a-blazin' made things safer.
I didn't send anybody into that bank!
Oh, I guess you were too busy.
No!
So you sent a friend and your brother into that bank...
I didn't do that.
I would never do such a thing.
...
so that they could take all the risk.
You put them...
sir...
I swear.
I have proof that you deliberately put your brother...
I planned that robbery.
Into harm's way...
Would you just listen to me for one second?...
I passed on that bank!
I passed on it!
I said, "do not rob that bank"!
You passed on that bank?
Yes!
That is what I am trying to tell you!
Why?
Because when I inspected it, I found too many entrances and exits.
I told the guys it was going on the "maybe later" pile.
She's right.
He was there.
Did you steal a policeman's license plate...
We got the confession.
...From his wife's car at church?
For another job.
Next week.
Which I'm pretty sure is canceled.
You scouted that bank.
And you rejected it.
Yes.
Yes.
That is exactly what I am trying to tell you.
And, even if I had said, "let's go ahead", guns would not have