"Eric!" "Eric!" "The Closer 7x04 Under Control Original Air Date on August 1, 2011" "Eric!" "== sync, corrected by elderman ==" "Eric?" "!" "Eric!" "Eric!" "Eric, honey!" "Eric!" "Eric!" "Eric, honey, where are you?" "!" "Eric!" "Eric!" "Eric!" "What I don't understand is why it took me coming here to pick up my son for someone to notice that Eric never showed up this morning!" "Mr. Lynch, this is a voluntary summer camp." "Attendance is not taken." "I couldn't find Eric anywhere." "Damn it, Tina." "How could this happen?" "When he left the house this morning, I " ""When he left the house"?" "What, you couldn't tear yourself away from your boyfriend long enough to bring him here?" "He wanted to ride the bike -- the bike you gave him." "It's two blocks!" "The boy is 9 years old." "Wha" "Uh, Ms. Novick..." "My dad's here to pick me up." "You want me to get him?" "He's an L.A.P.D. Detective." "So, Eric Lynch's parents are divorced." "Any ongoing custody issues you know of?" "It seems settled." "I don't know." "Any stepdads?" "Eric's mom has a boyfriend she lives with." "Eric talks about him sometimes." "I think his name is Marc." "Julio, it's Tao." "I need you to check into something for me." "Chief Johnson, this is only a transparency audit." "If it were an investigation, I'd want your lawyer present." "I don't need a lawyer, Captain." "I suggest you rethink that decision." "At any rate..." "The discussion we're having today about Turell Baylor and the Shootin' Newton murders should remain much more informal." "You will notice I'm not taking notes." "If we hear anything, you'll be notified immediately." "Excuse me." "Come on, Kev." "Say hi to your Uncle Julio." "Hey, Kevin." "Hey, Uncle Julio." "So, I stopped by the mother's house to see if the kid headed home." "He wasn't there." "But the boyfriend was -- a Mr. Marcus Winslow." "And he was doing weird stuff in the backyard." "What kind of weird stuff?" "Stretching." "He says he's a yoga instructor, but I don't like it." "He wants to keep out of the search and said he'd stay at the house in case the kid came back." "Oh, and he gave me these -- recent pictures." "That's him." "That's Eric." " Let's hand them out to patrol." " Okay." "It's Eric's bike!" "That's Eric's bike!" "That's Eric's bike!" "All right, don't touch it!" "Don't touch it, ma'am!" "Don't touch it!" "I told you..." "Not to let him keep the bike unless he used it responsibly." "Was it here before?" "I-I-I don't know!" "The house is a block and a half away." "You ran right by here." "Was the bike here before?" " Maybe!" "I don't know!" " How can you not know?" "!" "Sir, that's enough." " How can you not know?" "!" " I don't know!" "Sir, I said that's enough!" "Provenza..." "It's Tao." "I can say anything I want about what happened in that store?" "As long as it's the truth, yes, you can." "And it can't be used against me in court?" "No, it can't." "Fine, then." "I did it." "You did what?" "Reggie didn't shoot nobody in that store." "I did." "I killed those people." "So, after this interview where Mr. Baylor confessed to a double homicide, you returned him home." "At his request, yes." "And you saw several people there, waiting for him." "Define "several."" "Did you think that they were members of his own gang, the 110 Crips?" "Just because they were African-American doesn't mean they were gang members." "Did you know that there was a strong likelihood that after you dropped Mr. Baylor off at his home, he'd be beaten to death by his fellow Crips?" "I did not know that." "But I do like happy endings." "And that answer is exactly why we are not recording this interview." "Calling Turell's murder a "Happy ending"" "is not something that you want a jury to hear you say!" "Sure we do..." "After they see this interview with the so-called victim." "After they see this interview, they will understand that you were stuck with the confession of a brutal murder of an elderly man and his grandchild that you couldn't use at trial." "And lacking legal recourse, you dropped Turell Baylor off at his home, where you knew he was likely to be executed." "This interview is not your friend." "It is your motive." "Okay." "Um, my division is rolling out, so I need to find out where they're going." "And you will..." "After we finish." "I've interviewed every member of your division." "I promise they are fully competent to handle whatever the world throws at them." "You know, maybe it would help if you'd just tell me in simple English what it is you're looking for." "We are hunting for a 9-year-old male Caucasian -- 4'6", blond hair, and blue eyes." "Last seen wearing a yellow T-shirt, khaki pants, and red tennis shoes." "Keep an eye on the trees and backyards, people." "We need to bring this kid home." "Let's go a little bit wider, partner." "They're doing a pretty good grid search down below us." "Let's try a little bit outside the perimeter here." "Maybe we can get lucky." "Lieutenant, what do we got?" "Uh, you need to talk to Tao." "He's the incident commander." "Sir, I have Detective Sanchez in an air unit searching the area." "Lieutenant Provenza requested 18 black-and-whites to canvass the neighborhood." "We're sending out detectives to check in with all the local sex offenders." "And Lieutenant Flynn and Detective Gabriel are dealing with the parents." "Speaking of the parents, at what point do you suggest we let the press in on this?" "Well, in a missing-child case, I'd say the sooner the better." "Lieutenant?" "Well, I suppose we could let the parents talk to the reporters, but they're divorced." "Yeah, we just spent the last 20 minutes refereeing a shouting match between Eric's mom and dad." "What are they shouting about?" "Uh, it's a long story, but apparently the " "Mr. Lynch blames Mrs. Lynch for not bringing Eric to camp." "Uh, Chief Pope, this is my son Kevin." "He's a volunteer at the community center, one of Eric's camp counselors." "Well..." "Good work, Kevin." "Thanks for your help." "All right, Lieutenant, where do we go from here?" "Hey, back the other way!" "Back!" "Back!" "Go back!" "Yeah, I got it back there." "Back here, partner." "Come around." "Come around." "All units, be advised " "I got a body in a pool on Wells between Palmer and del Rio, third house down." "I repeat -- between Palmer and del Rio." "No, no, no." "That's not good." "Sorry, Mike." "Ah, damn it." "Okay, Buzz, that's enough." "According to Kendall's preliminary examination," "Eric Lynch had been dead between four and five hours when we found him." "No visible signs of abuse." "No bruises, scratches." "And no one we've talked to so far saw Eric get into a car or walking." "And the owners of the house where we found this boy?" "They were upside-down on their mortgage -- stopped making payments a while ago and then moved back to Sacramento." "Technically, the property's abandoned." "Oh, well, Eric picked the perfect place to drown, didn't he?" "How does a 9-year-old boy end up in a swimming pool of an abandoned house a mile away from his bicycle?" "I don't know." "I-it'd be one thing if his body showed defensive wounds or even a bump on the head, but there wasn't a mark on him." "Um, Kevin, is there a pool at this summer camp?" "Yeah." "I mean, yes, ma'am." "Um, there's one a few blocks away that we use, and Eric swam really well for a kid." "All right, then." "Well, thank you for your help today." "We'll see you later, then." "My wife is coming to pick him up pretty soon." "My parents won't let me get my driver's license, so..." "Well, just till he gets his grades up a bit." "My grades aren't bad, Dad." "You need to prepare for your s.A.T.S, and that's it!" "Okay?" "My wife will be here..." "Eventually." "All right." "All right, then." "Make yourself...at home Kevin." "Buzz, I'd like to start with Mr. Lynch, please." "Yes, ma'am." "I'm not sure you want to watch this." "Why?" "What's gonna happen?" "Chief Johnson has to notify Eric's parents that..." "He's dead." "Mr. Lynch, I'm so sorry." "I'm Deputy Chief Johnson." "Thank you so much for waiting." "I know you must be frustrated." "I've just got a few questions for you." "You drag me here, throw me in a room, tell me my rights " "Well, it's just government formality, sir." "We mirandized your ex-wife and her boyfriend, too." "Anytime we have to speak to someone in a case like this, we " "I want to know what you're doing to find my son." "Does anybody know anything?" "Where's my son?" "!" "Sir, please understand, our first priority is Eric." "But in order for us to proceed," "I need to ask you a few questions." "Okay?" "So, will you help me?" "Please, will you help me?" "It won't take long." "You and your wife are divorced, and she has primary custody of Eric." " Is that correct?" " Of course it's correct." "If I had primary custody, we wouldn't be here." "I can promise you that." "How often do you see Eric?" "Two weekends a month..." "Christmas, or Thanksgiving." "I thought you said she was gonna tell Mr. Lynch that Eric's dead." "Why is she asking all those questions?" "It's so hard to have your life d your child taken away from you at the same time..." "If Eric turns out to have been murdered, we have to eliminate everyone we can as a suspect." "A suspect?" "But that's Eric's dad." "Mm-hmm." "And I've tried over and over..." "Kevin, do you have your calculus book?" "Yes." "Why don't you see if you can get another chapter under your belt before mom gets here?" "Tina should have never been a wife, much less a mother." "Never, ever, ever." "I don't know what I was thinking!" "Sir, where were you this morning when Eric would have been going to camp?" "On my way to work." "I filled up my car with gas, I squeegeed the windows." "What else do you need to know?" "I live on the west side." "I wear a size-12 shoe." "I'm a controller aa bank." "What does any of this have to do with finding my son?" "!" "Mr. Lynch, I'm so sorry, but at 4:30 this afternoon, officers found your son in a pool about a mile away from his summer camp." "Unfortunately, he was dead when we arrived." "I'm " " I'm so sorry." "That's not true." "You're lying." "I wish I were." "How could she just let him ride off on his own like that?" "!" "She refused to let me have custody." "And then she refused to look after him!" "I don't understand it!" "How did this happen?" "!" "We're going to figure that out, sir." "Kevin, I thought I told you " "Dad, you're always saying like I don't have a clue to how bad the world can be." " And I knew Eric." "He was " " Enough." "Go with Uncle Buzz to the break room." "He'll get you something." "Then you can sit at my desk." "Calculus, S.A.T.s." "Okay?" "Eric can't be dead." "I don't understand it." "Yeah." "Never gets any easier, does it?" "Um, I'll ask behavioral science to send up a couple of grief counselors." "Hopefully it won't take forever." "Uh, Chief Johnson?" "Uh, yes, commander, what is it?" "Any word on known child molesters?" "That looks like a dead end." "However, I have received several calls from the press wondering when we'll issue a statement on the boy." "What?" "!" "How did the media find out there was a missing boy in the first place?" "We issued a code 20, used the media to keep the boy's face out there." "Oh, right." "Code 20." "Of course." "That was the right thing to do." "So, uh, how do I proceed?" "Please tell our reporter friends that, pending an autopsy, we still don't know how Eric Lynch died, and we're trying to figure out how he ended up floating in a swimming pool so far away from his house and his bicycle." "Chief Johnson." "I'll get right on that." "Excuse me." "Thank you, commander." "How did your meeting go with Captain Raydor?" "Well, we didn't finish, but so far she hasn't arrested me." "Wow." "You're setting your expectations that low?" "Really?" "She's already wrapped it up with everybody else in your division and Taylor." "Well, I'm slapdab in the middle of trying to figure out who killed a 9-year-old boy." "You want me to stop the notification process " "No." "No, of course not." "But Captain Raydor can't stop what she's doing, either, so eventually " "Eventually, yes." "Just not right now." "Okay." "Do you know how much longer" "I'm gonna have to be here?" "I just, uh..." "I feel like I should get home in case Eric shows up." "We have patrol cars at your home, ma'am." "We'll be notified if something happens." "Ohh!" "Did you find him?" "Did you find my baby boy?" "Mrs. Lynch, I'm so sorry." "We're doing everything we can, I promise you." "Would it be okay if I asked you a few questions?" "Uh, yeah." "Ask me anything." "Okay." "Why don't you have a seat?" "Did you notice anyone in your neighborhood this morning or recently who seemed odd or out of place?" "Uh, no." "Not -- not that I can recall." "Did Eric make any new friends recently?" "I-I don't know." "I mean..." "I don't think so." "Not that he said." "And where were you this morning, when Eric was on his way to camp?" "I should have taken him." "If I had, we wouldn't be sitting here right now." "But he wanted to ride his bike." "And Glen is the one who gave him that bike and then terrorized him about using it properly." "And I should have never given in on that bike." "But, um..." "Eric loved it, and..." "A little while after he left for camp," "I got the car, uh, detailed." "Where?" "Uh, Corbin Wax and Shine." "It's just a few blocks from the house." "So, the day her son goes missing, she says she's having her car detailed." "I went to the gym for about an hour and a half." "Does that bother you?" "I spoke to a friend..." "Do a check on the car wash, find out if she's telling the truth." "All right, and if she is," "I'll see if the detailer found anything odd in her car." "Oh, and drag Mr. Lynch's credit cards, see if there's a charge for gas on his way to the office, and see if he showed up for work this morning." "...Spend a lot of time online?" "Well, I mean, not more than any average kid." "Lieutenant Tao, where's Mr. Lynch?" "I don't know." "I mean, I guess he could have..." "Gotten up at night when I wasn't looking, but, um..." "If you're looking for Eric's dad, he went that way." "He wouldn't have gone..." "He's only 9 years old." "Does she know?" " Mr. Lynch!" " Oh, you haven't told her yet?" " What's he talking about?" " You need to go back to " " Eric's dead!" "Our son is dead!" " No." "They found him in a pool!" "No!" "Not my baby!" " She killed my son!" " Get him out of here, now!" "You were complaining about how you and Marc never have enough time alone." "No!" "Now you have all the time you want!" "Get him out of here!" "Marc, stay here!" "Stay here!" "She killed my son!" "That bitch killed my son!" "No!" "Not my baby boy!" "And you!" "You." "You live in my house." "You screw my wife." "You're as much to blame as she is!" "Ugh!" "Enough!" "Go to the break room, get yourself a snack, and watch some TV, okay?" "Yeah." "Okay." "Doctor?" "If you don't mind," "I can tell you what I know from the autopsy from right here." "Okay." "First, I concur with Kendall's initial findings -- no bruising, no signs of petechiae, nothing that points to Eric Lynch having been abused in any way." "That's the best I got." "And the worst?" "No foam in the boy's lungs." "Foam?" "When someone drowns, water gets into the lungs and mixes with mucus, and as the victim gasps for air, the water-mucus mixture churns, creating a foam." "I see." "The boy's lungs had no foam." "So he didn't drown." "No." "He didn't." "Then, how did he die?" "My guess would be oversedation." "Administered how?" "When I searched the contents of his stomach, all I could find was partially digested chocolate and some sort of bright-purple fluid." "So, what, h-he drank some kind of a..." "Sports drink or juice with drugs dissolved in it?" "Yeah." "Probably." "But until toxicology comes back, which could take weeks," "I won't be able to tell you which drugs we're talking about." "Unless..." "Unless you have a potential suspect." "Then you could write up a search warrant and see if anyone had any dangerous prescriptions laying about." "Just so you know..." "I haven't put him back together yet." "I don't think there's anything in there you want to see." "Probably right." "Vicodin and Soma." "One's a narcotic, one's a muscle relaxer." "Given in high-enough doses, they could definitely be lethal." "Okay, let's call Dr. Morales and see if this is what could have killed Eric." "And where in Mrs. Lynch's house did you find them?" "Uh, in her medicine cabinet, but the name on the prescription is her boyfriend's, a Marcus Winslow." "And get this -- unlike Mr. and Mrs. Lynch, he has no alibi for this morning." "And if that's not enough, Chief, we searched r yoga instructor's place." "I thought he lived with Mrs. Lynch." "Well, it turns out Marc keeps a little condo on the other side of town." "And this is what we found -- in addition to mats, beads, and crystals..." "A uniform from the Las Vegas police department." "Now, why would Mr. Winslow have that?" "He used to be a cop there." "Winslow had almost a decade on the L.V.P.D." "before resigning..." "Five years ago for..." ""Personal reasons."" "What kind of personal reasons?" "Two domestic-abuse accusations." "His ex-wife never officially filed." "And instead of submitting to an investigation," "Winslow chose to see a psychologist for anger management... and resign." "Ooph." "Resign." "Can't blame him for that." "Rough day?" "Captain Raydor's audit is making it almost impossible for me to do my job." "I couldn't even go to the crime scene today." "And you really missed being there..." "When they found that boy in the pool." "Seriously?" "What I'm missing is motive." "Well, how about this?" "A man starts dating a woman..." "Woman has a child from a previous relationship..." "Suddenly the child is gone." "Happens all the time." "Excuse me, Chief." "Sorry to interrupt." "Uh, just heard back from Dr. Morales." "Eric's stomach contents came back positive for both Vicodin and Soma." "I believe these are yours, Mr. Winslow." "Is that correct?" "I take those for a back injury I got at work." "What, you had a yoga accident?" "Yeah." "Believe it or not," "I pushed myself too far and ended up getting hurt." "I sometimes take these for the pain." "W-why do you -- why do you care?" "We care because these are the same drugs we found in Eric's stomach." "What are you talking about?" "He drowned." "No." "Eric died of an overdose of Vicodin and Soma before he was dumped in the pool." "And you think I gave them to him." "Wouldn't be the first time you were accused of hurting someone you were living with." "If you're referring to my psycho ex-wife, she dropped those charges." "Didn't stop you from resigning from the police force, though, did it?" "I resigned because my ex threatened a lawsuit against me and the city of Las Vegas." "So instead of dealing with all that political bullshit," "I just walked away." "Directly into anger management." "I was mad." "Yeah." "But I recognized the problem and took care of it." "And I found an outlet for..." "My negative emotions." "As an "outlet" for your "negative emotions."" "He attacked me." "Why do you suppose he did that?" "Because he thinks I had issues with Eric." "Why?" "Because when I first started going out with her," "I told Tina..." "I wasn't wild about kids." "And that wasn't the case?" "Wow." "No." "Calculus?" "Did it." "History?" "Didn't bring it." "I'll be quiet." "I know this is gonna sound bad." "I know how bad it sounds." "I didn't mind moving in with Tina, but I didn't want to get married again." "And women her age, they, like, to start pushing for a ring on the second date." "So I thought I'd just head her off at the pass by saying I didn't want to be a parent." "I'm sure Glen told you how hard he fought for primary custody after Tina and I started seeing each other, saying that Eric was growing up in an amoral environment, right?" "But I was more of a father to that kid than Glen ever knew how to be!" "When I ask you to help us find Eric this morning, you said you wanted to keep out of it." "Did you not see what happened when the three of us were together?" "Besides, there are some family things that I have learned to stay out of, and Tina is not..." "She's not my wife." "And does she pressure you to marry her like you thought she would?" "No." "As it turns out, she wasn't interested in that." "What makes you so sure?" "Because I proposed to her." "And she refused?" "So what if she did?" "Look, I don't know how you found this stuff in Eric's stomach." "But I didn't give it to him." "I swear it." "I didn't give it to him." "Excuse us for a moment." "Kevin?" "Hi, mom." "What's he doing in here?" "There was no way I could swing by the house when we found the body " "Mom, I wanted to help out." "Kevin's not old enough to be in the middle of a murder investigation, especially of somebody that he knows." "Get your stuff together, please." "This is really better than letting him get his driver's license?" "Since Mr. Lynch was so unhappy with his divorce settlement," "I wonder if he'd let us read it before I question his ex-wife again." "I'm on it, Chief." "Thank you." "Right now, his head has to be in his studies." "Mrs. Tao:" "He works hard, Mike." " I know he does." " Who cares if he goes to Stanford?" "I don't care if he goes to Stanford." "He's 16, Mike, and a good boy." "He deserves a little freedom." "Let him have his license." "He's supposed to be preparing for his S.A.T.s." "I thought we agreed." "Once we give him his driver's license, he'll be able to " "To what?" "!" "You think I'll drive off and never come back?" "That you'll let me get my license, and I'll disappear like Eric did on his bike?" "I'm 16 years old, Dad, and you still treat me like I'm a little kid." "It's not about my grades or the S.A.T.s." "It's like you're trying to protect me from..." "I-I don't know what." "But you can't hold on to me forever." "You just can't." "Yes, I can." "I'll be holding on to you for the rest of your life." "Have you been here all night?" "Um..." "I need to make an arrest in the murder of a 9-year-old boy," "I have search warrants out, so I'm waiting." "Search warrants." "What are you looking for?" "Items we found in the victim's stomach." "I thought Dr. Morales identified those drugs for you..." "He did." "...And that you tied the prescriptions to the mother's boyfriend." "We have." "Listen, is this something that we need to discuss right now, or can it wait till I'm done?" "Have you given any more thought to the idea of hiring an attorney?" "Oh, for heaven's sakes." "I'll tell you again." "I asked Turell Baylor where he wanted to go." "He said, "Home." I took him there, and I left." "The end." "So your position boils down to this -- the suspect was only your responsibility while in custody." "The second you drove away, Mr. Baylor was on his own." "Is that right?" "Damndest thing I ever saw, I can tell you that for sure." "Yeah." "Now, I know my way around a divorce." "There's bad, there's ugly, and then there's this." "Okay, Tina Lynch not only took her husband for everything he had -- the house, the cars, the condo in Mammoth." "She's also taking him for close to 2/3 of everything he will have over the next nine years." "But Mr. Lynch's main concern throughout was gaining primary custody of his son." "In the three years since his divorce, he's filed six motions to get Eric back from his ex-wife." "Yeah, he claims that she's "An unfit mother" ""with promiscuous tendencies and a lack of financial responsibility."" "This is the hard copy of Mr. Lynch fueling up at the gas station this morning." "It's the same thing they e-mailed us." "So you want to watch it again?" "No." "Thank you, Lieutenant." "Just have Buzz cue it up for me in electronics while I talk to the mother." "Lieutenant Flynn, would you please escort Mrs. Lynch to interview room 1?" "I need to get this over with." "And, uh, Detective Sanchez, under the circumstances, I think Mr. Lynch deserves to listen to this interview." "Chief, in here?" "Better in electronics." "Thank you." "We'll have to talk later, Chief." "I'm sure we will." "First, I want to see my little boy." "When can I see -- when can I see my son's body?" "Soon." "Just have to clarify a few things." "In investigating your son's death, we've been examining your divorce decree." "Where did you get that?" "Well, your husband gave it to us." "I'm not so much interested in the end of your marriage as I am about the custody fight over Eric." "I don't understand what that..." "Chief, Mr. Lynch is here observing." "Well, in the past few years, your ex-husband has filed six motions for primary custody of Eric." "These motions all have a common theme." "In each one, your ex-husband claims for one reason after another -- promiscuity, lack of supervision, living with your boyfriend -- that you're an unfit mother." "You could have ended all this by marrying Mr. Winslow." "I would like to marry him, but I won't." "I know exactly why she won't marry him." "God!" "If I get remarried, Glen no longer has to pay alimony, and for 12 years, I put up with his lying, his cheating, his emotional abuse, and he will pay me everything he owes me year after year," "and I hope that I get every cent." "Miserable." "Miserable." "You have his house." "You have his car." "Why not give him back his son?" "He doesn't care about his son." "He cares about the check that he has to write every month to support him." "I don't know about that." "He did buy your son a bicycle." "And Eric wanted to ride that bike to summer camp." "And what did that lead to, huh?" "How did that end up -- Glen's little gift?" "Excuse me." "It ended up with you not walking your son to camp." "Isn't that right, Mrs. Lynch?" "Yes." "I didn't walk him to camp, and I should have." "It is my fault Eric is dead, and I know that." "Looks like she's taking responsibility, sir." "We just need to figure out one more thing." "Buzz, you all cued up?" "When you're ready." "I should have walked him yesterday." "And I am sick about it." "Sick." "But he is a 9-year-old boy." "She's trying to weasel out of this by crying." "What am I supposed to do?" "I can't have complete control over him, no matter what Glen thinks." "What's this?" "Oh, this?" "This is yesterday morning at 8:15, about a half-hour before your son went missing." "You went into the mini-mart to pay for your gas with a credit card..." "Then you bought a chocolate bar and a purple sports drink with cash." "I bought a candy and a drink." "So what?" "So that's what we found in Eric's stomach when we performed the autopsy." "We also found a narcotic and a muscle relaxer, which you probably took from Tina's boyfriend when no one was home." "Well, it used to be your house, didn't it?" "Anyway, there was enough medication in Eric's body to put a grown man in a coma..." "Or kill a 9-year-old boy." "Eric drowned." "Or maybe that was the intention" "Drug him enough so that when he was placed in the swimming pool, he wouldn't wake up." "But Eric was dead before he hit the water." "Speaking of pools..." "When I check with this bank where you work, am I going to find that they're repossessing the house where we found your son's body?" "So what if they are?" "Well, when I consider that and I factor in the bicycle, this begins to look more and more like a premeditated murder." "What does the bike have to do with it?" "If your son had been abducted by a stranger..." "His bicycle would have been dropped to the ground." "But in this case, Eric's bike was parked." "Which means he didn't feel he was in any danger... which means he got into his abductors car willingly." "He even used his kickstand to prop up his bike." "You wouldn't have it any other way." "You terrorized Eric about using that bike responsibly." "And you knew, didn't you, that once he had a bike that he would beg his mother to let him ride it to camp and that she would give in and let him ride it out of her sight..." "That for a few minutes every morning," "Eric would be free and unsupervised, and something terrible could happen to him." "This is all Tina's fault." "She took everything." "My house, where she lives..." "Having sex with another man..." "My cars, most of my salary." "The only thing left was my son." "And then she took him, too." "She poisoned Eric against me." "So you poisoned your own son?" "He wasn't my son anymore." "He was her son." "Why should I pay to support some kid who hates me?" "Tell me that, huh?" "!" "Now never will a day go by where she doesn't feel the pain of losing him like I did." "Let her have 2/3 of what I make in prison." "Maybe she and her boyfriend can try living on that!" "So go ahead!" "Arrest me!" "She's ruined!" "She loses everything, too!" "She's ruined!" "Get him out of here." "Mr. Lynch, you are under arrest for the murder of your son, Eric." "Tell her I did this." "Tell her I did this." "Tell her." "I want her to know it was me who took him away from her!" "Tell her!" "She's ruined!" "Tell her I did it!" "Tell her!" "Lieutenant, y-you did get him." "Yeah." "Chief Johnson?" "I'm in the middle of processing Mr. Lynch's booking." "I think Lieutenant Tao knew how to process booking before you got here, and he was the incident commander." "Fine." "Uh, not that way, please, Chief." "Going for a little ride." " Where to?" " Not far." "Let's go, please." "Does anybody know what's going on?" "We're probably in some sort of trouble." "Eh, we're the police." "We're always in some sort of trouble." "Here." "Hey, Kev -- hold on a sec." "You completed the booking already?" "Yeah." "Filled it out yesterday." "This says "Marc Winslow."" "Yeah, I told you I filled it out yesterday." "Just change the name to Glen Lynch." "And you're welcome." "Oh, hey, Kevin." "Sorry about that." "I was thinking..." "What if I made you an appointment for you to take a little test at the DMV?" "Think you can manage -- Yes!" "Ha!" "Awesome!" "Dad, thank you!" "Mom, call Aunt Susan and tell her not to sell that Honda!" "Dad, wait a minute." "Aunt Susan is selling her Honda." "Ooh, boy." "What do you think?" "What do you think?" "!" "Do you recognize this place?" "Turell Baylor's house -- where you delivered him, unprotected, the day he died." "And that may get us out of criminal court, but it may not work in your favor in front of a jury of civilians." "Come with me, please." "Come on." "You can't just leave me here." "What's up with my protection?" "You're supposed to be protecting me." "Please." "So, let's walk through it." "After you dropped Turell off, leaving him on his own, he ran into his house, locked the door, and tried escaping through his backyard here." "But he didn't get very far." "See?" "He broke free and tried to run, but he was caught over here." "And they dragged him across this driveway to this wall, where his head was smashed repeatedly until he was dead." "You say that your responsibility ended the moment Turell left your custody, and the Warren Rule frees you from criminal liability." "But in a civil trial, the jury may very well decide that you behaved with a callous disregard to the suspect's life, and if the city attorney starts to think that he is losing this case..." "He could settle." "...He could settle and leave you to take the blame, and you will be entirely on your own." "So, what should I do?" "For your own sake..." "Get your own attorney." "== sync, corrected by elderman =="