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Hey, Judy. Just wanted to hear your voice.
And your father and I are dying to learn how your night went.
Call me. Love you. Bye.
Man) Okay.( Trying you everywhere.
I've left six messages on your cell, and I'm worried.
What's up?
Hey, Judy, your mother's getting worried
because we haven't heard from you.
How's the show going? Call when you have a second.
The air conditioner was turned all the way down to 62,
so it's hard to say,
but I'm guessing she's been dead at least 36 hours.
The Closer 6x09 Last Woman Standing Original Air Date on September 6, 2010
Sexual assault?
Sex, maybe.
Uh, assault?
There's a bottle of lubricant on the floor over here.
Peach flavored.
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Well, she's still got her wallet with over $200 cash,
so it's not a robbery.
Man, that is a nasty head wound.
What happened to her lip?
She bit it.
The skull fracture didn't kill her.
She was smothered to death with this pillow.
It left blood transfer on her face.
See the threads in her teeth?
She was chewing through this pillow,
fighting to breathe.
She knew she was dying.
She knew it up until her last breath.
Anybody back there? I am.
Could you get me unplugged?
Sure.
Oh, I'm sorry, Chief.
Uh, I'm just trying to take this stuff with us.
Right.
Hi, Chief.
Sorry it took me so long. I'll take it from here.
Captain Raydor's waiting. One second, one second, Commander.
Yes, Lieutenant?
Yeah, so in case you haven't seen her name
on every poster in the place,
the victim's name was Judy Lynn.
She was an actress/data-entry clerk.
Building manager says she lived alone,
so there was no need for a warrant.
Her nails look perfect,
so it wasn't much of a fight, was it?
Probably not.
Looks like Judy was either shoved or -- Julio? --
or thrown into the wall.
Smashes her head on the corner of this picture frame, Chief.
She falls,
lies on the floor, bleeding.
Then gets carried back to the bed
to have a pillow put over her face,
which is like some kind of weirdo thing to do.
But she had her nails done,
had makeup on.
Maybe she'd just been on a date.
Well, that's how you meet weirdos.
Chief...
Uh, Buzz, uh, if you have all this,
would you please document the body,
especially the lips?
Yes, Chief. Thank you.
Where's the gentleman who called this in? He's in the living room.
Uh, back here, please.
Chief, you're supposed to be preparing
for your final interview with the Mayor.
Yeah, I'll need to reschedule that.
No, y-y-you can't do that.
Look, Chief...
I can handle this investigation.
You only caught this murder
'cause Hollywood's got no overtime left.
Technically... This isn't even a major crime.
Why don't you tell the victim's parents that?
Excuse me.
Uh, Stuart, this is Chief Johnson.
Chief, Stuart directed the victim in a one-woman show.
He also discovered the body.
This is like some kind of cosmic mistake.
I mean, how could this happen?
We're trying to figure that out.
Now, I'm just gonna ask you a few questions
and then we're gonna get you a ride home, okay?
Judy was your...Colleague?
Colleague?
Yes, she was my colleague.
But she was --
we were very, very good friends.
Oh, my God.
A-and you dropped by this morning because...
Judy never misses a tech rehearsal.
So when she didn't show up last night
and didn't answer her phone and never called me back,
I knew something was wrong. I knew it.
So I drove over, and I-I made Gifford open the door for me.
Gifford is the building manager.
So was the door locked when you got here?
Yeah. Dead bolt and bottom.
Did you notice anyone visiting Judy the night before last,
or did she go out with anyone?
I don't know, really.
The tenants mostly buzz up their own guests.
In a refreshing change of pace,
they have working surveillance cameras
at every entrance and exit.
Videos are here. Okay.
Okay, Stuart, I just have a few more questions.
Um, since you were so close to Judy,
c-can you tell me if she was going out with anyone?
The whole world could tell you that.
That's what her last vlog posting was about.
Her what?
Well, you're police people,
so you probably haven't heard about her play,
"Last Woman Standing"?
Not before today. No.
Okay, well...
It was actually an extension
of this really popular vlog she started,
this online video diary she kept
on her struggle to get work as an actor
and how all the girls that she started out with
have basically given up their own aspirations for men,
which left Judy the Last Woman Standing.
The play was a big success.
Except -- I don't know --
guys, they just completely stopped asking her out,
so she joined an Internet dating site.
and I --
I sort of encouraged her to do it.
Oh, God.
C-can you tell me the name of this dating site?
LAGuysandDolls.com.
And, yes, I chose it because i'm a musical-theater whore.
Plus, it's free.
So, I made up a user-name,
since guys won't ask me out anymore.
However...
Apparently,
"Last Woman Standing" made it seem like I hated men.
And I don't.
In fact...
I already have a date with one.
But not to worry.
I still won't have to change myself
to become what others expect,
because thanks to LAGuysandDolls.com,
I can create a completely fake identity
while still keeping the one I have.
Hey, you guys want to see my profile?
Okay.
Judy posted this video blog entry to her server
Tuesday evening, 7:05 P.M.
Oh, he's here.
And, no, I am not gonna give you his real name.
Well, of course not. Why make our job any easier?
But online, he goes by "Dreamweaver."
And he's cute.
Plus, he told me my picture made me look like trouble.
Yeah, I'll pass it along.
Chief, Morales --
hold on one second.
So -- Yes?
Morales can't confirm rape,
but he's got a good DNA sample to go with all the fingerprints
we got off the bottle of lubricant.
Thank you.
How do I look? First date in over two years.
Okay -- Dreamweaver.
Dreamweaver.
And, dad...Don't wait up.
No!
We need to meet him.
Yes, Lieutenant?
I have Dreamweaver's profile from the website.
No photo and no passwords
to either his or Judy's account.
"I like dinner and a movie. How about you?
"I work with my head, train with my body,
"live with my heart.
Looking to get my smile back. No drugs, please."
She'd still want a picture before going out with him, Chief.
Yeah, Judy said he was cute, so he must've sent her one.
There's no photo in her e-mail. Nothing about a date.
That's not how it's done, Tao.
What? I've tried it.
The only way to exchange info
is through your account on the website.
Nothing else on her computer about dating,
just letters home,
letters to agents.
She communicated with her cable provider.
Lots of problems --
trying to figure out when either she or her building manager
could let them in.
Lots of appointments.
Yeah, well, damn cable companies.
They say they're gonna be there between 8:00 and 6:00.
They show up at 7:00.
You know, she lived in an older building.
Maybe she had a hard time finding that sweet spot
where television, computers, phone, routers, all --
uh, excuse me, Lieutenant.
Um, Judy and this Dreamweaver
may have exchanged phone numbers,
so, uh, let's dump her phones and see who she was talking to.
Okay. And let's serve this dating site with a warrant, please.
I want to meet Mr. Dreamweaver myself,
and I want his account information in full.
Already on hold with the judge.
Chief?
We're ready.
So, we have footage from all the security cameras
from the victim's building.
Okay, now, the camera over the front door
pans the whole area at about a, what,
135-degree arc, Gifford?
Uh, well, the camera goes back and forth all the time, yeah.
Between 6:00 and 7:00 P.M., Gifford here says
that all the people we see
going in and out of the building are tenants.
Until 7:02,
when this Camaro pulls up
and the guy with the sports coat here gets out.
Never get a look at his face.
That's 'cause he's texting the whole time.
Do you know this man, Gifford? I don't think so.
Well, how do you know he's not a tenant from the building?
That's a 1970 Z28 Camaro.
No one in our building has a ride like that.
Okay, now, Judy, on the other hand,
drives a silver Nissan Altima.
Which we have on the security camera
over the exit to the garage.
Now, that's the victim behind the wheel.
Check out the passenger's coat.
Dreamweaver.
They leave...
Time passes...
Dinner and a movie. Why didn't they take his car?
He had a great parking spot,
and -- I don't know -- maybe Judy wanted him
to come up to her place afterwards.
Right. Love at first sight.
Judy's car comes back at 11:03 P.M.
Too dark to see anyone.
More time passes...
When, you know...
He has sex with the girl and then kills her.
At least I hope that's the order.
And then here he comes again at the front door.
Now, we still don't see his face, but look here.
He stops.
'Cause when the camera pans back,
he's still there.
Why did he stand there for so long?
No idea, Chief.
Hey. I've been looking for you. Can we talk for a second?
Sure.
What is the deal here?
The Mayor's expecting to interview you tomorrow
to be Chief,
and now you want to cancel that appointment?
Look, I-I picked up a murder this morning,
and I just don't think that now -- come on.
You've almost caught the guy already.
Taylor can take it from here. No problem.
Come on.
What is going on?
I've thought about it, will, and honestly, I...
I just -- I don't want to be Chief of Police.
Thank you.
Captain.
Chief, thanks for making the time.
Well, I hope we're not wasting it.
I think it might be Captain Raydor who's been wasting her time,
since she's spent hours waiting for you
and days figuring out how to prepare you
for what may be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity
to be the next Chief.
So, when you say you're not interested in the job,
it's -- it's very disappointing.
Didn't you tell me yourself
that I had no real chance at being Chief?
That you were only permitting me to submit an ap--
excuse me? Permission? No, that's -- that's --
that's not what I said. I did not say that.
Yes, you did.
You permitted me to apply as a sort of stalking horse --
you did not.
I did not give her permission.
Okay, I think we can all agree
that there were some serious flaws
in my approach to campaign to be Chief.
For one thing, I'm no longer in the running.
But it is now in my best interest --
in all of our best interest --
that the Mayor appoint you as our next boss.
And if you just quit now...
People will think you're hiding something.
Or worse, you'll seem like a flake
or like you broke under pressure.
Whatever you do, you can't just cancel this interview,
and you can't reschedule.
Because when the Mayor calls for a meeting
with his Chief of Police,
he expects him -- or her -- to show up.
Well, when people are smothered to death in their homes,
they expect me to show up, too.
Okay, I don't know what it was like in Atlanta, honey,
but when you apply for Chief of police in Los Angeles
and you don't get the job, there are big consequences.
Yeah, first, I get fired.
You don't know that.
And then, every success he's had,
like, uh, Major Crimes, for instance,
well, that gets completely dismantled.
Chief...
If you don't at least attend this final interview,
the women of the L.A.P.D. will be completely demoralized,
and many of them will never forgive you.
Ever.
Well, can I just skip the whole prep part?
I'll just go in there and be myself.
That is a terrible idea.
Come in.
Excuse me.
Uh, Chief, we don't have an address,
a work history, or a social yet,
but the warrant on the dating site
got us a name and a picture.
Meet Marc Torres,
A.K.A. Dreamweaver.
Have a good idea where to find him. Where? Where?
He's got another date.
This afternoon.
Well, we can't arrest him
unless we match his DNA to what was found in the victim.
So let's keep him under tight surveillance
over the next two days and try and get --
for heaven's sake, Commander,
y-you know how to handle this, don't you?
Yes. Thank you.
Uh...
Let's go, Detective. Come on.
Okay. Uh, sure.
Thank you.
Hey, guys.
Hey, guy, Torres is here.
I got the plate on his Camaro. You ready?
That's 3, Henry, X-ray, Lincoln, 8, 0, 7.
Did you get that?
I lost my Web connection. I lost Sanchez.
Here. You can hook up to the Internet with my overdrive.
Password's there. Hmm.
Cool.
Okay, Taylor,
the dirtbag is going into the coffee shop now.
Can we get to his vehicle?
Julio says Torres will have his back to us.
Did you read what he wrote to the new girl he's meeting?
"Great picture.
"I've read your profile,
but, to be completely honest, you look like trouble."
That's the exact same thing he said to Judy.
Well, it worked.
This guy made over 11 dates on this site
using the same line.
Taylor?
We're checking on all those girls
to make sure they're okay.
Listen up.
I just got Marc Torres' address from dmv.
If we're going to get a search warrant for his home,
now looks like a perfect time.
What makes tomorrow better than any other day?
Because the Mayor's just finished interviewing
the other four applicants for Chief of Police.
And you're the only woman,
so you'll make for a vivid contrast.
I think that we should capitalize
on your feminine strengths.
Which are?
Uh, don't take this the wrong way, Chief.
Because I have always admired
with how little you care about current fashion.
And the -- the purse.
That...
That purse.
Come on. That -- the -- the purse.
This purse helps people underestimate you,
which I think, you know, is a good thing
when it comes to criminals.
But the Mayor -- he's somebody you really want to impress,
so I was wondering if we could --
you know, Captain, I have a lot of nice clothes.
I just don't like to overdress at work.
Absolutely.
And you know what?
There's no one that would ever accuse you of that.
But we want the Mayor's first impression of you
to be as a woman capable of handling a lot of power,
to look at you and think something like...
Wow.
You look great.
You too. You too.
It's always a relief
when people resemble their pictures a little.
Well, you look even better than yours.
You know, I had a speech ready,
just in case your first inclination was to run.
Which was?
I know that I'm maybe not what you had in mind...
You mean because I'm a woman.
No. No, no.
Because most candidates for Chief of Police
run popularity contests,
and you're not especially political,
well-liked, or even friendly.
I'm not interested in politics at all.
Exactly.
And therefore, you won't blame the Mayor
for the L.A.P.D.'S budgetary crisis
or publicly demand that he fix it.
Chief...
Okay.
There is a reason
that this is a short meeting in the afternoon,
because all the Mayor really wants to know is
how the two of you will get along.
I hope you don't mind
this little -- I don't know -- speed date.
Oh, no. I get it. Totally.
Think of it as a...
Chemistry test.
And there was this one thing I wanted to know about.
What thing?
"Honestly, you look like trouble"?
What did you mean by that?
Look...
I got dumped about a year ago.
And I wasn't sure that I was, you know,
ready to put myself back out there.
But then I saw your profile and your picture.
I don't know. My heart moved a little.
No way this rap works.
Yeah.
If it does, I'll be using it word for word.
Maybe it's just me, but...
That sounded a little rehearsed.
You tell him, Jenny.
Wow. You're a little cynical.
No.
I'm a lot cautious.
So, I stuck the tracking device underneath the front fender.
So now, let's see what we have in the way of...
Fingerprints, Mr. Torres.
I have to get back to work.
Yeah.
Um...
So...
Movies next week or...?
Maybe.
All right.
Bye.
All right, Buzz. Let's go.
Little update, Chief? Right.
Pardon me.
We got our DNA sample from Torres,
and it's off to the lab.
We also matched fingerprints off his car
to those in the victim's apartment.
Now, Tao thinks he might've paused outside Judy's building
because someone keyed his car while he was inside.
We don't know.
Look, we have a problem.
What's that?
Marc Torres is on another date.
What?!
The young Lady was waiting for him on a corner in Larchmont Village.
We don't know who she is or where she came from.
What we do know is
that he took her to dinner and a movie.
Just like Judy. And now?
Now he's just parked
beneath an apartment building on Melrose.
But, uh... It's not his home address.
Chief, you already -- one second. One second.
Commander, under no circumstances
is Marc Torres to be left alone
with another woman in her apartment.
Got it. Thank you.
Spot 42. 42!
Whose spot is that?!
Uh, apartment 207.
All right, take us there! Come on, take us!
Let's go!
Come on!
Whoa! Whoa!
What the hell?!
What are you doing?!
L.A.P.D., Mr. Torres!
Now, you stop moving!
What did I do? Ow! What did I do?
What are you doing?! We're saving your life!
From my fiancé?!
Fiancé?
Why are you treating Marc like this?
To be completely honest with you, ma'am,
he looks like trouble.
So unless you are arrested this Dreamweaver idiot
for cheating on his fiancée --
not a criminal offense, by the way -- we got nothing on him.
I gave the order to arrest Marc Torres, not them.
I was with you. You did not give that order.
Yeah, you were not in charge.
It was either Taylor or Provenza
who made the call to break in without a warrant.
So, why did you think it was worth it
to bust in on this couple without enough evidence to hold this guy?
You mean besides the fact
that he killed his date from the night before last?
Did you want us to let him murder someone
while under L.A.P.D. surveillance?
Because then we could have held him without any problems.
But we won't have any problems anyway
if you let me just talk to the guy for 10 minutes.
I really don't want her involved.
Uh, excuse me.
Uh, do you really need me to ask this guy these questions?
Yes. Thank you.
We can arrest Marc Torres in 10 minutes
if everyone will just calm down and let me do my job.
Okay? May I?
I thought y'all wanted me to be your boss.
Gentlemen.
Captain.
Mr. Torres,
I'm deputy Chief Brenda leigh Johnson of the L.A.P.D.,
and this is Special Agent Fritz Howard of the FBI.
We want to thank you so much for cooperating with us.
Why the hell am I here?
We're just about to get to the bottom of that.
Detective Sanchez, would you please
uncuff Marc, here, so that he's comfortable?
Thank you so much.
All right, then, first things first.
The FBI has a few questions that they need you to answer
because of a computer server issue.
We've got your fiancée, Debbie,
waiting for you in the next room.
Agent Howard, if you'd like to start.
Mr. Torres...
Do you know this woman, Judy Lynn?
Uh, you said Debbie's here?
She is, waiting for you. And she's very confused.
Chief Johnson, do you mind?
Oh, no. Not at all. So sorry.
Go ahead.
Do you know this woman, Judy Lynn?
No.
Did --
did you go on a date with her the night before last?
Nope. No.
Were you ever in her apartment? No.
Did you ever have sex with her?
Of course not.
I'm engaged. God.
That's great, just great. Brilliant.
That's all for me.
I believe Chief johnson has some questions for you now.
Do you know this woman, Judy Lynn? I just told you no.
Here is all the communication,
including pictures and e-mails exchanged
between you and Judy Lynn,
using an Internet dating website
called LAGuysandDolls.com.
That's Judy?
Uh, well, yeah, I-I might've written to her maybe,
but she looks different than her other photos.
Did you ever go to her apartment?
No. Never.
These are pictures taken from the security cameras
above the front door of Judy Lynn's building.
You'll notice you in your sport coat
exiting your vehicle
and again, here, entering the building.
Wow. Um...
I-I know somebody who lives in that same place.
So...
That's a coincidence.
Really?
Here is a fingerprint that was taken off of your vehicle.
And this one...
Was taken from inside Judy's apartment
off a bottle of peach-flavored lubricant.
They match perfectly.
Is that a coincidence, too, Mr. Torres?
Did you have sex with Judy Lynn?
Because Detective Sanchez here
took a straw that you were using from your date this afternoon,
and if the DNA that we collected off that straw
matches what we found in Judy Lynn --
all right! What do you want from me?
I went on a date with her. We had sex.
And then I got out of there as fast as I could.
Because you know what? She kind of freaked me out.
Freaked you out how?
When we got to her place, she practically attacked me.
A-and then -- then she got all hysterical
when I told her I had to leave.
And she keyed my car when I was in the shower.
Bitch.
Judy attacked you?
Did y'all get into a fight?
Because I don't know what she looked like when you left her,
but here's how she looked when I met her.
The night y'all went to the movies,
Judy Lynn was brutally murdered.
And now, Mr. Torres, you lied about knowing her,
you lied about going on a date with her,
you lied about being in her apartment,
and you lied about having sex with her!
When you say it all out loud like that, it sounds pretty bad.
Yeah, I lied.
My fiancée's in the next room.
I didn't even know what this was about, all right?
But I have a lot of cops in my family,
and you don't have enough evidence to hold me.
And lying to the police isn't against the law.
That's true.
But it is a crime to lie to the FBI.
That means you're under arrest, Mr. Torres.
Yeah?
You want to play it that way?
I want a lawyer.
Well, let's hope his DNA matches what we found in the victim.
Will you make sure she gets across the street tomorrow?
I'll walk her myself.
I'll open a file on him if you want.
But when he's arraigned, you're gonna want to swap
those "lying to a federal agent" charges with murder.
Well, that's something to look forward to.
Don't be late. You got a big day tomorrow.
So everyone keeps telling me.
It's not how it looks.
If he were a drunk, of course, it would be more obvious,
but addiction is addiction.
And he just fell off the wagon.
Ms. Shriner, your fiancé has had 11 dates that we know of
over the past two weeks.
Look, your boyfriend didn't just "fall off the wagon."
He jumped with both feet.
And then he pushed the wagon over the cliff.
It's not Marc. It's the disease.
And these horribly enabling women
these -- these whores.
I hate them!
Sorry for interrupting.
Um...
Pardon me, Ms. Shriner.
I was going through Judy's computer,
and I found the last entry to her vlog.
Mm-hmm.
But...She died before posting it.
Thank you.
You got the left to the right and the right to the left.
Yes, that -- left. Oh, for heaven's sakes!
No, the right -- terrible, terrible.
Yeah, you got it.
Okay.
I can't talk...Long, but...
This is raw, all right.
He said that... I gave him that rush you feel
when you meet the first person you like
who really likes you back.
And...
I fell for it.
And then the second -- and I mean the very second --
he was through,
he got off me and he said he had to go
and could he take a shower first.
God, I'm an idiot.
Last woman dating is officially over.
But not before the part where I tell him off...
...Which is coming up next.
So, that's how it went for that so-called whore
last time your fiancé had a relapse.
That's how she felt.
You see Marc's jacket, there on the bed behind her?
I'm sorry for this woman.
And I know how it must seem to you,
like Marc and she got into some kind of fight, but...
It's not how it looks.
Whoa. Slow down there, miss. I'll walk you out.
You think she's telling the truth?
I don't know, but she's right about one thing.
Buzz...
It's not how it looks.
Anybody back there?
Yeah, I am.
Could you get me unplugged?
Sure.
Hello, Lieutenant Tao? I was --
fine. Thank you. I was looking at the --
yes, it is very exciting. The interview.
But I was --
Lieutenant!
I have a problem.
Marc Torres said that the victim keyed his car,
but she couldn't have.
While he was in the shower,
Judy made a very emotional entry to her online diary.
So, my question is, "who scratched the Camaro?"
Here's what I need you to do. Okay?
Now, Judy's vlog again, Buzz.
Chief...
You look great.
Well, thank you, Captain.
I've made a reservation for us down the --
oh, I don't have time for breakfast, actually.
Why?
What are you doing?
Trying to find out the exact time
Marc Torres' car was keyed.
Okay, you're going backwards...
Backwards... Wait.
Hold it.
There it is.
See? No scratch.
And then...
Scratch.
We don't see who did it.
No, Chief.
What does that mean?
It means I've been spending a lot of the morning
looking for things I can't see.
That scratch happened at 9:45 P.M.,
when Judy was on her date.
Would you bring Marc Torres up from holding, please?
I may need him.
And, um, your bag of tricks, too. Thank you.
Chief, surely this can it.
I won't miss my appointment, Captain!
I promise.
I promise, I promise, I promise.
Gifford, I want to thank you so much for letting us in.
We shouldn't be but a minute.
You're making a big mistake.
Hey, you don't talk
unless you're revoking your right to an attorney.
Oh, uh, Gifford, since you helped
the cable company get everything installed,
do you think you could help us put it back the way we found it?
Sure. Thanks.
You ready to talk yet, Mr. Torres?
No? Mind the blood.
So, I think the computer was set right here.
Do you remember where the lubricant came from, Mr. Torres?
Don't answer that, sir. Your lawyer would be very upset.
Don't worry. I'm not talking.
Well, you know what? You don't have to talk, but you do have to watch.
Uh, Gifford, do you mind pulling these through,
plugging it in on the other side?
Sure. Thanks.
What the hell are you doing, Lady?
Just admiring how well you set up that closet for Judy.
She had trouble getting her modem and her router
and her phone to work from the other room.
I wonder why, because we checked,
and no one else in the building had any trouble at all.
Anyway, somehow, you helped the cable company
get it all hooked up for her in here.
'Cause you watched out for her, didn't you, Gifford?
A-and that's why you drilled this hole in the wall?
For all the cables to go through?
That's a big hole, Gifford.
Y-you can sit on that stool
and look into Judy's room without being seen
and watch over her for hours.
I never did that. Really?
You know, I wonder
if the DNA evidence on the bottom of that closet
will back you up on that?
Sure you cleaned up after yourself, Gifford?
You know what else can't be seen
on her vlog entries?
The pillow used to smother Judy to death.
That's because it came from this closet.
That's why we never saw it in her bedroom
on any of her vlogs.
Just like we couldn't see who keyed her date's car
because you knew how to avoid the security camera out front.
I never scratched that car.
You want to see the gold paint on this key
you so kindly left in the front door for us?
Now, that we can see. Now, listen to me, Gifford.
I have a feeling that what happened in that hallway was just a terrible accident.
But if I'm right about that, I-I need to hear it from you.
Look...
I liked her.
I liked her a lot.
And I only wanted to look at --
w-watch over her, like you said.
And that's what you were doing the other night
when she came home from her date.
You were just watching over her.
Mainly.
Yeah.
And normally, she takes a shower before going to bed.
And that's when I go.
But she was upset after that asshole left.
She just laid down on the bed for a long time.
I thought she was asleep.
When I tried to get out...
She heard me.
I got back in the closet, but it was too late.
She opened the door, and --
a-and you held up this pillow,
because she was hitting you, right?
I mean, you were just probably trying to get out this door.
But she wouldn't let me go. Right!
I didn't even know I could push anyone that hard.
It happened so fast.
You were just trying to protect yourself.
A-and you tried to help her, didn't you, after she fell?
Show me.
Well...
She was knocked out for a second,
so I...
I put the pillow under her head to stop the bleeding,
and then I...
I carried her to the bed.
But then she started the screaming all over again.
So you were just trying to muffle the noise
so she didn't wake the whole building.
I couldn't think of anything else to do.
She was so loud.
I think...
I think you've done a very good job
explaining all this, Gifford.
So, Gifford...
I'll tell you what we need to finish our report.
I'm going to tell you your rights.
And then you're going to write down exactly,
everything you said about this accident.
And then we'll be done. Okay?
Okay.
So what the hell did you bring me for?
Uh...
Oh, well, you know, there wouldn't have been
any paint left on Gifford's keys,
so we had to scratch your car again.
What? Sorry about that.
Oh, and, uh, I needed a witness to the confession.
Gosh, I wonder if your testimony at the trial
is gonna affect your wedding plans.
I'll tell you what.
You spring for the paint job,
and I'll get the FBI to drop the charges, okay?
I was tempted to bring a uniform escort
to take you across the street.
Oh, that's not necessary.
May I ask you a question?
Sure, Captain. Why not?
Do you really not want to be Chief of Police?
No, I don't.
And as a woman,
don't you feel an obligation to at least give it a try?
As a woman, I feel I've earned the right to options,
and one of my options should be to say no.
You don't think that I wanted to spend my career
in Internal Affairs,
doing a job that leaves me disliked and mistrusted
by my fellow officers every day of my life?
No, I chose I.A. because I thought it was
the quickest way to achieve rank.
And I also thought it'd be good for the department
to see a woman in a Captain's uniform.
And, of course, you got your job the old-fashioned way.
How's that?
By sleeping with the boss.
That's not an insult.
It is a time-honored way of moving forward.
But those roads are not open to everyone,
and you have the chance to maybe change that a little.
So, you're saying I should take the job
whether I want it or not.
Yes.
Please make the oh-so-terrible sacrifice
of accepting a promotion
that offers you more money, prestige, and power
than any other job in the city.
And if it will help you with the suffering,
you'll not only be a positive role model
for little girls all over this country,
but I personally will feel very...
I will feel very proud
to have a Chief that I can truly admire.
Well, thank you, Captain.
It's my pleasure, Chief.
See ya.
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