"Testing." "One, two, three." "Testing." "Sergeant Gabriel." "Okay, if you could just state your name and describe what you witnessed." "I'm Officer Solis, LAPD, Hollywood Division." "We responded here to a possible 187." "Did a visual check of the house." "Saw what we thought was a body on the downstairs floor." "Finding all doors and windows locked from the inside, we waited for backup." " Then we did a hot crisis entry." " Great." "And now she wants the number of the 911 caller." "I'm Detective Sergeant David Gabriel, Priority Homicide, LAPD." "We arrived on the scene, called off for the coroner, and obtained a search warrant." "So far, we found almost $800 in cash and lots of jewelry, so, although we cannot rule out a robbery, we are yet to determine what might have been stolen." "Over here, we have victim number one." "I can't, yet." "Hold on." "Hold on." "Ready?" "Detective Julio Sanchez, Priority Homicide." "According to the victim's driver's license, her name is Marsha Anderson Wallace, 42." "Deputy Chief Brenda Leigh Johnson, Priority Homicide Division." "For the record, Mrs. Wallace has multiple stab wounds on her body and defensive wounds to her hands." "Could you document that, please?" "Here and here." "Over here, what could be a blood trail, where Mrs. Wallace possibly struggled with her attacker or attackers." "Okay, next body." " And go." " I'm Detective Daniels," "Priority Homicide Division." "According to his driver's license, the victim's name is Kevin Alan Wallace, 49." "Mr. Wallace appears to have been attacked while standing by his desk." "And" "I've counted over 30 stab wounds in the body." "The room, please." "And I want you all to go through the house, collecting laptops, computers and cell phones, please." "Thank you." "And Buzz, when you're finished in here," "I want you to meet me by the stairs." "Next to the last body, please." "Thank you." "Yes, ma'am." "Lieutenant Andrew Flynn, PHD." "We're assuming this victim, Jennifer Anne Wallace, who signs her homework "Jenny"..." "And just..." "And just..." "You know what?" "Wait." "Just wait." " Lieutenant Flynn, are you okay?" " Are you?" "I mean, look at this." "Look!" "All this came from this little girl's heart, and I can't say that it's blood?" "Just one second, okay?" "Sergeant Gabriel," "I know I asked you this before, but could you please find the patrol officer and get the phone number of whoever reported these deaths to 911 and start calling it, please, to see if anyone answers?" "Thank you." "One in Mrs. Wallace's purse and one off and charging behind the wet bar in the den." "Do you want me to look in the little girl's room?" "Yes, please." "Thank you." "Thank you." "Look, Lieutenant, I know that this is hard, but we are filming this crime scene for the court, and if you call one little spot blood that isn't blood..." "And I can't edit this, so..." "Okay." "The victim is 12 and in her pajamas." "So maybe she came downstairs to see what all the screaming was about." "There are three visible wounds." "One in the back, one in the chest and one in the throat." " Could you document that, please?" " Yes, ma'am." "There's a..." "There's a letter opener here in the sink." "Now, this might be from the blotter set on the desk downstairs." "Now, over here, you've got..." "You have to identify yourself for the court." "For crying out..." "Lieutenant Provenza, Priority Homicide." "Now, record all this here, too." "Now, you can see what might be blood all over the floor." "We think that whoever killed the Wallaces came up here, and took a shower after." "Hello, there." "I'm Lieutenant Michael Tao, Priority Homicide Division of the Los Angeles Police." "Now, if you'll come with me." "I found these clothes in the washer." "They have a red substance on them." "Perhaps blood." "This way." "It's also worth noting that the victims' 17-year-old son, Eric Dean Wallace, is not home at 4:33 a.m. And his room has not been touched despite having a lot of high-end merchandise lying around." "And the shoes from the washer are the same size as the shoes on this floor." "Right here." "Buzz, downstairs." "Out." "Backup." "Now." "Police officer!" "Let me see your hands!" "Get down on your stomach!" " Put your hands behind you!" "Don't move!" " Don't move, man." "Listen, please, please." "Please, please, please, please." "Get up." "What's your name?" "I'm Eric Dean Wallace." "I wanna see my mom and dad." " I wanna see them, please." " I understand that, honey." "That's just not a good idea right now." "Okay?" "Can you tell me when all this happened?" "I woke up." "And I was going downstairs to get a drink of water and I got to the stairs." "Jenny, she was just lying there." "Was there anyone visiting your house this evening?" "No." "Did you hear a doorbell?" "Or a knock or..." "No." "You know anyone who might want to hurt your family?" "My dad works with some convicts." "Works at the federal prison up at Terminal Island." "And the one up at Lompoc, too." "He's..." "He's a sociologist." "Okay." "Okay, sweetheart." "Okay." "All right, then." "We're gonna treat you for shock, okay?" "We're gonna take good care of you, okay?" "All right." "Bless your heart." "Okay." "Sergeant Gabriel here is gonna ride with you to the hospital." " I'll go with him, Chief." " No, you won't, Lieutenant." "Detective Sanchez, that boy had pupils the size of saucers." "I'd like you to get a warrant so we can check his blood for drugs when he gets to the hospital, please." "Thank you." "And Lieutenant Flynn, since you seem to be in the mood," "I'd like you to get the patrol officers who said this house was cleared." "Give them a piece of my mind, okay?" " You got it." " Thank you." "Lieutenant Provenza, please supervise the search warrant." "The killer was looking for something, maybe he didn't find it." "Thank you." "Hey!" "Don't forget you have a meeting with Chief Pope at 10:00 a.m." "For heaven's sakes." "You have any idea what that's all about?" "Shoot!" "And no more overtime." "How can there be no overtime?" "What if my victims don't die between 8:00 and 4:00 in the afternoon?" "Look, it's just a little approval process we're implementing, during this time of financial crisis, which was created by the state of California, not by me." "Is that why my request for expedited blood work was denied?" " What blood work?" " I have a boy in the hospital, Eric Wallace." "And early this morning, his entire family was found stabbed to death in their house, and the boy up in the attic, high as a kite." "Well, so you obtain a search warrant and draw the boy's blood." "We did that, Will." "And now Detective Sanchez tells me, because it would cost an extra dollar or something, that my request to test the boy's blood for intoxicants was denied." "No, it's not denied." "It's delayed." "You'll have the results tomorrow morning." "Tomorrow that boy can have an attorney appointed for him by Children's Services." "I need that blood work and I need it right now." "Consider, just for a moment, a universe in which you work for me." "And what I need is important too." "I'll do that after you consider getting out of bed at 3:00 in the morning and examining a 12-year-old girl who's been stabbed through the heart." "What about her needs, Will?" "What about that?" "Look, I know this is hard, but so is losing 6% of our budget and simultaneously beefing up our Counterterrorism Bureau." "It's not just halting expedited blood work." "Every section has to lose at least one detective." "You don't mean mine." "Yes, I do mean yours, Brenda." "Every section." "Who would I let go?" "Come on, you know as well as I do." "No." "Six months ago, Provenza left his gun in his desk drawer, which allowed a suspect to shoot at an FBI agent..." "Lieutenant Provenza was cleared of all..." "No." "He was not cleared." "Favors were exchanged." "Hey, we have all left our guns in our drawers." "Yours is in your drawer right now." "Okay?" "Listen, I can't find the savings I need except by losing and/ or transferring personnel." "You must, must send someone from your team to Counterterrorism, or talk Provenza into retiring." "Which is the better solution?" "It's obvious." "So, what do I have to do to make you agree with me?" "Stop being wrong." "Look, I'll pay for the expedited blood work myself, but my team stays put." "No, Brenda." "No deal." "I'll find the savings some other way." " Yeah." "Good luck with that." " Thank you!" "The only other thing I found at the house other than Eric's drug stash here, was that the garage door was open, and Wallaces' vehicle had been broken into." "Okay." "So the killer was looking for something specific." "It may have belonged to Mr. Wallace but we don't know what it was." "Lieutenant Tao, how we doing with our murder weapon?" "Wiped clean." "No prints." "Preliminary time of death for all victims between 11:00 and 12:45." "And I sent the bloody clothes from the washing machine to the lab for testing." "Detective Daniels, cell phones, laptops?" "All accounted for." "Okay." "Lieutenant Flynn?" "You really want background on this family?" "Why?" "The weapon came from inside." "Every door was bolted." "Every window was locked." "Okay, so maybe the murders weren't premeditated but the son did it." "We all know that the son did it." "And Eric lied about his father, too." "Wallace didn't work at either the federal prison on Terminal Island nor up in Lompoc." "Now, why would Eric lie about where his father worked?" "Kid was on X." "You owe me $150 for this expedited blood work." "Eric is sedated." "But this bitchy ER nurse got all whacked out over Eric maybe being a killer, and how the hospital is not a detention center." "So now they won't hold him after he comes to." "I mean, you got maybe five hours." "This is your receipt." "Okay, five hours." "Okay." "Lieutenant Tao." "If you could please get phone dumps for the Wallaces' cell phones and land lines." "Thank you." "And Lieutenant Flynn, if you could take our murder weapon over to the morgue and have Dr. Crippen match it against the wounds." "Detective Daniels, follow up on that Terminal Island and Lompoc connection, please." "If Mr. Wallace didn't work there, he might be on the prisons' visitors lists." "Okay." "Lieutenant Provenza, if you could please gather everyone's reports and bring them over to me at the hospital." "Thank you." "And..." "Since it's Saturday, if y'all could sign out when you leave, starting with Detective Sanchez, because we have to pinch those pennies where we can." "Thank you." "Thanks." "What in the hell is wrong with you?" "Do you not understand budget cuts?" " What budget cuts?" " Read what's on your desk." "Every department's losing a detective." "And Flynn's acting like he wants to be the short straw." "I'm not the one eligible for retirement here." "Let's get on with it." "Time is money, folks." "Time is money." "Hey!" "Are you coming to look at these open houses?" "Or not." "Well, I know that the prisons are federal property but they should at least let us look at their visitors lists." "Well, all right, Detective." "Maybe I could get the FBI to hurry those lists along for us." "All right, then." "Thank you." "Bye." "So," "I have this murder suspect telling me that his father works at the federal prisons at Terminal Island and up at Lompoc." "But both prisons say they never heard of the father at all." "Looks bad for the son." "And in order to examine the prisons' visitors lists, we have to put together individual warrants." "However, if a very special agent of the FBI were to call and ask..." "No problem." "All you have to do is fill out these forms requesting our assistance, and I can hand it into our office on Monday." "Couldn't you just call and..." "That was on my desk all day Friday." "Yeah, people kept stopping by, bursting out laughing." "Isn't that hilarious?" "This thing is just..." "It's awful." "But what happened at my work today?" "Pope announced cutbacks." "Including, like, in personnel." "And he took away our overtime." "Well, that's nuts." " What if people get murdered at night?" " Exactly." "And all this paperwork?" "Honey?" " It'll take hours to fill out." " Yeah, you're right." "So are you coming with me today, or not?" "I have to put that off at least until tomorrow because..." "Hey!" "Hey!" "Wait a minute!" "You are being completely unfair about this." " I have a murder to investigate and..." " You always have a murder." "And you know?" "I like this house." "It's comfortable." "It's done." "You are always rushing me." "How many times do I have to win this argument?" "There is no place for my stuff here, or to set up an office, or to have overnight guests like our parents." "Well, we can't have my father come here anyway, because we haven't figured out a way to explain that you've moved in." "Yeah, well, I haven't moved in now, have I?" "Almost everything I own is still in the garage!" "Now, do you want the visitors lists to the prisons at Lompoc and Terminal Island or not?" "Are you telling me that you're refusing to help me with my murder investigation because I can't go house-hunting with you today?" " Is that what you're saying?" " Yeah." "Good." "Now I don't have to explain it to you." "Well, I refuse to stand here and haggle with you as if we're trading trinkets in some bazaar." " Good." " It's just." "I believe..." "Bye." "If I see something I like, I'll take pictures." "Because Mr. Wallace was an orphan." "How can people be orphans?" "She's mad because Eric's father had no parents." "His mother was an only child, parents deceased, so we have no relative to release the kid to." "Well, considering..." "Considering how the kid treats his next of kin, it's probably best." "I have some..." "Chief, Chief, please." " Please." "Here, Let me." " Thank you." "Anyway, unless Eric turns out to be suicidal, which is highly unlikely based upon the way he just ate, the hospital says we either have to arrest him, or they're gonna release him to Child Protective Services," "which takes him out of our custody." "I don't have enough evidence yet to book him for murder." "Well, we have him on drug possession." "Arrest." "Lawyer." "The end." "So, I need a suicide watch or a confession." "I know Mr. Wallace didn't work in prisons." "I can't find anything here about how he made his income." "No, it's all small amounts from articles he published in academy journals." " Here you go, Chief." " Thanks." "Mrs. Wallace was the one with the money." "Here, listen to this." "She pulled in $900,000 a year on her mutual funds." "Tax-free." "Plus, she had dividends off $30 million worth of oil stock." "Now, this is a tough one." "Guess who the Wallaces' beneficiaries are?" " Their children." " Recently reduced to one." "Thank you, Lieutenant." "You can take the rest of the night off." "Well, I signed out when I left the office, Chief." "You know, I've never been a clock-watcher." "That's enough for now." "Thanks." "Just wish me luck!" "Budget cuts." "Thanks, guys." "In fact, Pope says if I can't find some way to save money, I'll..." "If you can't find some way to save money, what?" "Lieutenant Provenza may have to retire." "Testing." "One, two, three." "Testing." "Testing." "One, two, three." "Testing." "I woke up." "My throat was really dry, so I started to go downstairs to get some water." "And you saw your sister's body?" "Yes." "Found my little sister, Jenny." "Okay." "So you walked out of your room." "I yelled for my parents." "But no one answered." "So I ran up to my room, I called 911 and then I climbed into the attic." "Did you hear the police arrive?" "Well, there were no sirens or anything and then..." "I heard noises later." "I didn't know who it was." "I couldn't move." "And you have no idea how the killer or killers entered?" " No." " What they might've been looking for?" " No." " Or what time this all happened?" "I guess I must've just slept through it." "See, Eric, I just..." "I find that so hard to believe." "Why?" "I'll show you." "Outside!" "Outside!" "Now." "Stop, stop, stop, stop." "That is the mixture of sounds that the human body makes when someone shoves a knife in it." "That's the sound that your parents made when they were being stabbed to death." "That's the sound that Jenny heard that made her race downstairs, just like everyone rushed in here right now." "That's the sound that Jenny made until the killer stabbed her in the throat, 10 feet from the door of your room." "Which is why I find it so hard to believe that you slept through it all, especially since..." "Especially since you were high on MDMA, also known as ecstasy, which is the drug hospital tests confirmed were in your bloodstream last night." "X is..." "It's kind of speedy." "Keeps you awake." "So, Eric, when I find a high teenage boy in the attic of his house, and his entire family has been stabbed to death downstairs, and that boy lies to me about, well, everything," "I think, "Maybe I should just arrest him for murder and call it a day."" "No, but I..." "No, but I didn't do it." "Okay, I wouldn't have..." "I couldn't do it." "All right, then." "Let's start over again, and you can tell me the truth this time." " Were you on drugs last night?" " Yes." "I was high." "Okay, but I wasn't at home." " Where were you then?" " I snuck out." "There's a ladder in the attic that I use to get downstairs without my parents knowing that I'm gone." "Wait a minute." "Are you telling me you left a window to your bedroom unlocked and a ladder leaning against the house?" "No." "No." "Okay, I..." "I lay the ladder down where it can't be seen, and then I pull it back up in the attic when I get home." "It's what I always do." "It's what you always do?" " How long have you been sneaking out?" " Just the last two months." "And who you sneaking out to see, high on ecstasy?" "I need a name." "Now." "Eric Dean Wallace, you are under arrest for the murder..." " No, no, just wait." "Just wait!" " Who picks you up?" "Okay, Justin Darcy." "Justin picks me up." " Who's Justin Darcy?" " He's my math tutor." "Why does Justin pick you up?" "'Cause we went to a club." "Dancing." "And then we went back to his apartment." "To study math?" "On X?" "Did your father find out you were sneaking out and who you were with?" "Is that what happened, Eric?" "Was your dad waiting up for you?" " Did you two fight?" " It..." "No." "Okay, no." "They never knew." "Just, please, I wouldn't..." "Did Justin know that the window to your bedroom was unlocked?" "Did he go back?" "No, I was with him the whole time." "Where did your father work?" " I told you he works for the prison..." " We have contacted both those prisons and neither of them have ever heard of your father." "No." "What?" "No." "No." "But he works there!" "Ask Dr. Reichter." "Who's Dr. Reichter?" "He's a psychologist who works with prisoners." "Okay, him and my dad, they write articles together." "Ask Dr. Reichter." "Okay, well, let's call him." "Let's call him right now." "What's his number?" "I don't know." "I don't have it." "I've never spoken to him myself." "I just heard his name said a lot." "Look, I'm telling the truth, okay?" "I swear it." "You swear it!" "Well, you're such an honest young man, why would anyone doubt you?" " I'm sorry, okay?" "I'm sorry!" " You're sorry?" "You've already admitting to leaving your house unsecured." "That makes you partially responsible for the murder of your family even if you didn't kill them yourself." "You lied to me about where you were during the time of the murder, and the best you can manage is, "I'm sorry"?" " Well, what do you want me to say?" " Do you think "I'm sorry"" " will bring your mother back?" " Well, what do you want me to say?" " Help me!" " Do you, Eric?" "Huh?" " Tell me, what can I say to change things?" " Change things?" " No." "I don't know." "I don't know!" "No!" " You can't change things now!" "Fine!" "I wish I was dead!" "Okay, does that help?" "I wish I was dead!" "I wish whoever killed my family killed me!" "Okay, I wish I was dead!" "Those are the magic words." "Suicide watch." "Seventy-two hours surveillance." "First thing tomorrow, I want to interview this Justin Darcy." "I want that ladder checked for prints." "And I want to talk to Dr. Reichter." "Yeah, well, tomorrow is Sunday." "There's no overtime." "It can't be helped." "I'm gonna get the doctor in to see him." "I'm sorry, Mom." "I'm sorry, Mom." "Sorry, Jenny." "So, in several of his articles about prison life," "Mr. Wallace quotes a Dr. Robert Reichter, and so I called the prisons at Terminal Island and Lompoc, and Reichter's a psychologist at both facilities." "Lives in Lompoc, but he's off this weekend." "Well, can't we call him?" "Wouldn't they give you his home number?" "Not over the phone, he's a federal prison employee." "I couldn't even get his driver's license on a master search." "All right, what about the ladder at the Wallaces' house?" "I got three sets of prints." "One's Eric's, one's his father's, one we couldn't identify." "Ran it through AFIS, no hit." "It could have been a gardener or something, or it could be our friend, Justin Darcy." "He's in the interview room right now, with Flynn and Sanchez." "So Wallace didn't work at the prisons themselves, but maybe he did work with the prison employees." "All right, thank you, Doctor." "Okay, so, the suicide watch from last night is official, and the doctor says he can keep Eric sedated unless you wanna talk to him, or in..." "Suicide watch?" "Hi, everybody." "Eric Wallace said he wished he was dead." "Do you want me to hold a suicidal teenager here, Will?" "Of course not." "I want you to arrest the kid, put him in the custody of the sheriff's department, and let them pay for the suicide watch." "If I arrest him, Will, he'll get an attorney." "Or don't you want me to get a confession?" "You have a strong circumstantial case." "But I still have a lot of questions, like why does Eric insist that his father works at prisons?" "Why were the rooms in the Wallaces' house tossed but nothing seems to be stolen?" "And what about the clothes in the washer?" "And there's a prison psychologist and he lives up at Lompoc and the Feds won't give me his number, and I need to talk to him in the worst way." " Do you have a motive?" " Mr. Wallace may have discovered that his son was slipping out to meet a boyfriend." "Arguments about stuff like that have a way of escalating, and Eric was to inherit millions of dollars." "So, motive, means, opportunity, suspect." "Is it really necessary to call in everyone on Earth on Sunday" " to tie up the loose ends?" " I don't have everyone on Earth here." "I have no civilian assistance at all." "Hey, Chief?" "Sorry." "Lieutenant Flynn wanted me to tell you that he just Mirandized the Justin Darcy guy on tape." "Okay, thank you, Buzz, I'll be there in a minute." "You're welcome." "Really, no civilians at all?" "You know, look, if you are this worried about money, you know what is really cheap?" "Not solving the crime." "Will, what are you doing here, anyway?" "Don't you spend Sunday with your kids?" "They're with their mother." "Estelle takes them to theme parks." "I get to turn off the television, make them eat their vegetables, and put them to bed." "Guess who they prefer spending time with." "All that means is that I already understand how hard it is to split up a family." "And since you don't seem to be taking me seriously, let me remind you that tomorrow" "I need the name of the detective you're releasing from this squad." "No." "No, no." "I'm actively looking for the money we need to save." "Yeah, but you're actively searching for it at time and a half." "Look, here's the solution." "Provenza retires." "Or you send someone to Counterterrorism." "Tomorrow." "Good morning, Mr. Darcy." "I'm Deputy Chief Brenda Leigh Johnson, LAPD." "And I have brought you in this morning to talk about rape." "No, I haven't raped anyone." "Ever." "I have a statement alleging sexual assault from your victim." "What?" "Do you know how stupid that is?" "All right, I think I should get my one phone call and talk to my dad." "He's a criminal attorney, okay?" "So I think I know a bit more about the justice system than the average person you drag in here." "Lieutenant Flynn, would you please hand Mr. Darcy your phone?" "As I'm sure you're aware, Mr. Darcy, given your vast knowledge of the law, that the age of consent for male-male sex in the state of California is 18." "I'm 19." "In two months." "Many happy returns." "Eric Wallace, the boy whom you are currently tutoring, is 17." "Make sure to tell your father that the charges against you will include, but will not necessarily be limited to, statutory rape and sex with a minor." "I look forward to meeting your family." "I can only imagine how proud they'll be." "Hey." "I'll dial your dad." "What's the number?" "Wait." "Okay." "Wait." "No, I never had sex with Eric." "If that's true, we'll be arresting your underage boyfriend for the murder of his family." " What?" " Night before last," "Eric's parents and his sister were found stabbed to death in their home." "Oh, my God." "Eric gave a statement saying that he was with you during the time of the murder, dancing and carrying on, and I don't know what all." "So who's the liar?" "You or Eric?" "So what you're saying is either I'm a sex offender..." "I think I found what the murderer was looking for." "... or Eric's a killer?" "Maybe you picked Eric up, dropped him off at your place, went back to the house, and murdered his parents yourself." "You knew there was a window open." "You knew there was a ladder." " No." "Wait, wait." " Plotting..." "No." "Okay." "Yes." "I picked him up Friday night." "Yes." "Okay?" "But..." "But if his parents died before 3:00 in the morning, he didn't do it and neither did I." "Do you have someone that can back up that story?" "Yeah." "Yeah, we met up with some friends, when we went out dancing." "Write it all down." "Everywhere you went, everyone you saw." "Name, numbers, times." "Excuse me." "Explain." "Please." "The Wallace's carrier said they had four cell phones in their family plan." "Daniels found this one charging behind the wet bar in the den of their house." "We thought it was one of the four in the plan." "It turns out it isn't." "Whose is it then?" "Well, it belongs to" "Dr. Robert Reichter." "Are you telling me that the Wallaces had Reichter's phone in their den, and we're just finding out about this now?" "I ordered the phone dumps last night." "They couldn't get it back to us till today." "So I signed out, like you asked, and I just started downloading cells a minute ago." "You don't believe this little prick's story, do you?" "Please!" "Sit with Mr. Darcy until I'm ready to speak with him again." "Impossible!" "So were there any calls on Dr. Reichter's cell I should know about?" "Yes, ma'am." "Dr. Reichter was calling Eric Wallace on a fairly regular basis." " Not the father?" " No, ma'am." "He was calling the son." "But Eric Wallace told me he'd never spoken to Dr. Reichter, that he'd only heard the name." "Okay, just..." "Just give me a second here." "Bad lies are confusing me." "We found four cell phones at the Wallaces' house." "Dr. Reichter's was one of the four phones we found." "So whose phone's missing?" "Mr. Wallace's, but we have the dump off of his number." "Were there any calls made on Dr. Wallace's phone since his death?" "At around 1:00 a.m., Saturday morning, someone made 15 calls in a row from Mr. Wallace's cell phone to the phone you're holding in your hand." "Okay, so, the killer grabbed" "Mr. Wallace's cell phone and started walking around with it, and calling Dr. Reichter's cell." "Hoping Reichter's cell would ring, but Reichter's phone was off." "Charging behind the wet bar in the den." "Maybe like it was hidden." "So the phone I'm holding in my hand, Dr. Reichter's phone, this is what the killer was looking for." "Okay." "There are no pictures in here, only six programed numbers." "Now, why would this phone be worth hiding?" "And why was Dr. Reichter's phone at the Wallaces' house in the first place?" "That's the really important question, and we would have known to ask it yesterday if it weren't for all this malarkey about budget cuts." "Now I really need to see those visitors lists from Terminal Island and Lompoc." "Chief?" "Chief, I know you're not gonna want to hear this, but the guy that could help cut through some of this red tape..." "I know, I know." "I just..." "I know." "Let's look for this guy Wallace." "Through about six months back." "You're Dr. Reichter's parents." "Both prisons would be great." "Goodness, I don't know how I could've mixed that up." " Thank you." " Unless he's visiting you." "I owe you a dinner." "He's in LA." "For the week." "Right." "Okay, well, I'm sorry about that." "Thank you so much for your help." "All right." "Thank you." "Bye." "Okay, so that's Dr. Reichter's wife, sister, son, and parents all telling me that he's in LA at the same Quality Inn by the harbor." "Black and whites I sent there say Reichter never checked in." "At least not under his own name." "Daniels checked his credit cards, and Dr. Reichter stopped using them." " Sorry." "I'm sorry." "Sorry." " Let me." "It's okay." "Well, if there's anyone who knows how to manage their money so as not to get caught by the police, it would be a prison shrink." "First thing they hear from convicts after "I'm innocent"" "is how everyone got caught." "Reichter's probably been told how to stay off the grid, how to establish an alias, how to get overseas with lots of cash." "Have you decided how you're reconfiguring your squad?" "Because I think I have an idea that might be of help." " Hello, Commander Taylor." " No, I'm here, I'm here." "Wallace never visited either facility?" "Well, thanks for looking." "Back at you." "So Eric just fabricated his father's work life?" "Why don't you give me Gabriel?" " Excuse me?" " And I'll handle all further transfers and retirements that we need to make our budget work from the departments that report to me." "I'll even share Gabriel with you." "On the big cases, when you need him." "So, you're suggesting that Gabriel spend part of his time with you, and part of his time with me?" "It's in the kid's best interest, Chief." "You already have three lieutenants in your division." "What chance goes Gabriel have for a promotion working for you?" "I'll..." "I'll discuss it with him on my way up to Lompoc." "You're going to Lompoc, now?" "I am, and" "I appreciate the suggestion, Commander." "Thank you." "Thank you very much." "Happy to help, Chief." "No, thank you." "Thank you, sir." "Okay, Lompoc Police found a friendly judge, and your warrant will be ready when we arrive." "Okay, thank you." "So, Sergeant, there's this other thing." "Commander Taylor suggested that you might wanna go back to work for him." "He thinks it might improve your chances of promotion." "In return, he would absorb all future budget cuts." "And I promised I'd mention it to you." "Is that what you want me to do?" "You want me to go back and work for Taylor?" "Hardly." "But if you think it's in your own long term best interest..." "And I don't know that LAPD is gonna be my whole career." "In fact, I was thinking, maybe, about going into politics." "You're kidding." "Well, I have a law enforcement background, a masters in public administration, it's just..." "Hey, this..." " This isn't the way to Lompoc." " No." "We're going to the airport." "We're taking the LAPD plane?" "I thought you were supposed to be saving money." "No, Sergeant, we are supposed to be finding the murderer, and we are not doing it in the carpool lane." "Thanks for the escort from the airport, Captain." "Our pleasure." "You know, we train for this kind of thing a lot but we don't get to do it as much as you guys." "Well, you wouldn't know it, sir." "Everyone here looks very sharp." "Thanks, son." "We'll just fax that bill down to..." "Chief Will Pope." "I'll give you the number when we're done here." "Think Dr. Reichter's here?" "No, Sergeant." "Dr. Reichter's dead." "Yes?" "Hello?" "Oh, my God." "Are you Mrs. Kathy Reichter?" "Yes." "What's going on here?" "Is there something wrong with Robert?" "Ma'am, we're here to serve a search warrant." "If you could step aside and move away from the door?" "Door on the left, close right." " Mom, what's going on?" " Two steps back!" "Two steps back!" "Deputy Chief Johnson, LAPD." "And you are?" " Kim Reichter." " Kim, do you know where your father is?" "Los Angeles, until Wednesday." "Why?" "When was the last time you spoke to him?" "Friday night." "Mom, what is he doing over there?" "Leave those pictures alone!" "You can't invade our privacy like this!" " Mom!" " But what are they looking for?" " Mom!" " I have a right to know." "Why are you here?" "Answer me." " Answer me!" " Hey!" "Mrs. Reichter, meet Kevin Alan Wallace." "Did you know that your husband was a bigamist?" "It's just hard to take in everything." "And all of the other family was stabbed to death?" "Except the son, yes." "Dr. Reichter left Lompoc on Friday." "Weren't you worried when you didn't hear from him?" "We're used to Robert's schedule." "He used to come to Terminal Island here in LA every other week, and I'm on nights at the prison in Lompoc." "Did you work on Friday?" "Yes." "Half of our little medical staff was there." "We had a..." "A lifer who has colon cancer." "He was very sick." "Excuse me, are you looking for my alibi?" "What about your son, Kim?" "Where was he on Friday?" "Wait." "Wait, please." "I knew about the Wallaces." "From the beginning." "I admit." "It sounds complicated, but" "I was the one that Robert loved, not her." "She was just a convenience." "Really?" "Well, if she was just a convenience and you knew about her from the beginning," "I wonder why you're using pronouns instead of her real name." "Unless you don't know it." " Hello." " Hi." "So I come back to see how things are going here and I find that first, you've had a boy on suicide watch transported to your office under medical supervision." "That's another billion dollars." "Will, I'm sorry about that, but I need Eric Wallace to identify some things for me." "Then I hear you commandeered the department jet to go to Lompoc." "That's because I knew I had to bring back passengers and freight." " Freight?" " Yes." "Clothes, financial records, pictures." "So you flew round trip to Lompoc for scrapbooks?" "Here is a picture of Mr. Wallace, one of our victims." " Okay." "So?" " And here is a picture of Dr. Reichter." "The prison psychologist from Lompoc." "Wow." " So your murder victim was a bigamist?" " Yes." "And now I need to speak to his wife and son, so if you'll excuse me." "Have you talked to Provenza about retirement yet?" "No, she hasn't." "Should she?" "No, Lieutenant." "No." "Aren't you supposed to be in the Electronics Room?" "Have you..." "Have you figured out what you're gonna do about us?" "Sergeant, I figured out the crime." "I'm kind of putting everything else off." "Hey, wait." "If you really don't want to lose Lieutenant Provenza, I think you should let me go and work things out with Chief Pope." "Do you mean that, Sergeant?" "I've..." "I've been thinking about it, and..." "Yes, ma'am, I'll go talk to him about it when we're through here." " All right, then." "Let's go." " Okay." "Be sure." "This is important." "I am." "These are my clothes." "Okay." "Thanks." "I'm sorry." "I know it's a long way to come to have your rights read to you and to look through your own closet, especially after what happened to your father." "But this was absolutely necessary to figure out who killed your father." "Thanks." "Sergeant." "Look, I did not kill my family!" "Okay, fine." "Then help me for once." "Why should I?" "You don't believe me!" "And who's gonna help me?" "Who's gonna help me?" "What am I gonna do?" "I have no one left!" "I don't know how you're gonna feel about it but that's not exactly true." "Now, I've got two more questions for you and if you tell me the truth, then you and I are done." " Fine." " Okay, first, did your father call you a lot when he was up at Lompoc?" " Almost every day." " Okay." "And do you think that any of the clothes on this rack might be yours?" "Those are my shoes." "I changed the laces in them." "This is my shirt." "It's got a tag from the dry cleaners in the collar." "These jeans." "Here." "I put this hole in there myself." " Thank you, Eric." " Yeah." "Would you get my bag, please?" "Thank you." "And now," "Detective Daniels here has some information we'd like to share with you." "Information like what?" "Information about your dad." "Why don't you have a seat?" "Thank you, Detective." "And that'll be all, gentlemen." "Thanks." "I don't want to bother you again, Kim, but you identified these clothes that I brought in earlier as yours." "This shirt, and these pants, and these shoes." "And they're so much nicer than your other clothes." "So I checked with your half-brother, Eric, and he says they're his." "And I kind of believe him." "Now, I don't know if you know this, Kim, but I can actually tell from these clothes and from the wounds in the body, the order in which you murdered your father and his wife and your half-sister, Jenny." "Because the weapon that you used, the letter opener, actually degraded as you went along." "So first, you attacked your father." "And then, his wife heard him screaming, or was there." "You fought with her, and you stabbed her to death, and then went back and finished with your dad." "Jenny ran down to see what was the matter." "You chased her back upstairs, stabbed her to death, too." "These are your clothes that you put in the washer while you showered." "But you looked for your father's cell phone first, so the stains set in." "And it's no good driving around in bloody clothes, is it?" "Someone might notice." "So you stole these clothes from Eric's closet." "And it's not surprising that they fit." "You are brothers, after all." "These are the fingerprints that we found on the ladder that you used to enter the house, and we haven't identified them yet, Kim, but when we do, I bet they match your hand." "And somewhere, you stopped to fill up your car." "And I'm gonna check the surveillance cameras of every gas station along the way, and I'm gonna find you, Kim, somewhere along the road between here and Lompoc." "I can promise you that." "Now all we have left to decide, really, and this is only if you want to help me, is if you planned on killing your father and his family, or if it was more of a spur of the moment type of thing," "stabbing your father and his wife..." "Let's get one thing straight." "That other woman wasn't my father's wife." "Okay?" "Okay." "My mother was his wife, not her." "Okay." "And I never meant to kill anyone." "Okay." "How did that happen, then?" "My father loaned me his car while mine was in the shop." "And I bought some pot, okay?" "And I was hiding it to take home in case I got stopped by the police." "And there's a zipper in the upholstery of the driver's seat of my dad's car." "And I pulled it open and it all just fell into my hands." "His other driver's license, his other cell phone, his other credit cards, his other" "life." "And I couldn't stop thinking about it." "I couldn't." "So you went to the other address on your father's fake license." "And there they all were." "In their big house, with their swimming pool and their fancy cars, and I tried to stop going." "But I couldn't." "I just kept going back there every day." "And I would just watch them come and go with all their friends and stuff." "And I saw Eric sneaking out of his bedroom window." "My father would've killed me if I had done that!" "So that night, when he went out, you just wanted to see his room." "Is that right?" "I don't know what happened." "I couldn't stop myself." "I didn't know that going in there would make me so..." "So mad." "Two laptops, cable in his room, TiVo, video iPods!" "We didn't have any of that stuff!" "And I was standing there and I saw that picture of my father and him." "Someplace." "I think Hawaii, maybe." "And the next thing I know, I was downstairs and I was yelling at my dad." "And that woman came in and I told her who I was and he said," ""Don't listen to this kid!" ""He's a convict I work with in Lompoc." ""He's a convict I work with."" "That's what my father called me." "So I picked up that little sword on his desk, that fancy letter opener or whatever it was, and I stabbed him with it." "And the rest happened like you said." "You broke into your father's car?" "Yeah." "I couldn't find where he kept the keys to it, and," "I got his real driver's license out of the seat, his real credit cards and I thought," ""Well, I never knew he was two people." ""Maybe no one else would find out."" "Except I couldn't find his stupid cell phone." "So, I left with the one I had and I threw it in the ocean on my way home." "Why did you keep Eric's clothes?" "They're nice." "His stuff is nice." "I'm sorry about the girl." "She came downstairs and saw me." "I am so sorry about her." "So on paper you transfer everyone from Priority Homicide to the Counterterrorism Bureau." "You guys don't have the mandated training for that." "See, sir, that's the best part." "The federal government will actually pay you to bring us up to code." "Thousands of dollars per person, which you could add to your budget shortfalls." "Well, that's..." "That's fantastic." "So officially, you would all be transferred to the Counterterrorism Bureau, which would satisfy the state." "But in actuality, I could just loan you right back to Priority Homicide." "Exactly, sir, because you only need more people in Counterterrorism when the threat level goes up." "I mean, if you were to transfer them there permanently, you'd just be..." "I'm paying people to stand around most of the time." "Yeah, I hate that." "You know, Sergeant, for bureaucrats, this plan of yours is the equivalent of turning water into wine." "My only question is, why are you here suggesting it instead of Chief Johnson?" "Well, sir, I thought she might like this idea better if she thought it was..." "My idea." "Well, I see you've worked out every detail, including who she's going to blame." "That's real genius." "All right, say I do this, your chief is still spending like a madwoman." "Now, it's not good for one division to have everything" " while everyone else is cutting back." " I completely agree, sir, and I will do everything I can to remind her of that along the way." "It's very impressive, Sergeant." "It's..." "Really, it's very impressive." " Thank you, sir." "Thank you so much." " Thank you." " I'll just..." "Okay." " Yeah, I'll hang onto this." "Thank you, sir." " Hey!" " Hey!" "You brought in all your stuff from the garage." "I did." "Come see!" "Come see!" "There's a barbecue in the bathroom." "Honey, do you think that my books will look better if I put the shelving up around the ceiling in here, or should I try the kitchen?" "Actually, don't go in there yet." "That room's still a little crowded." "Okay." "Okay." "Okay." "Okay, you win." "I think we should put this little house on the market and find someplace else to live." "You sure?" "I only want to do this if you're ready to move on." "Well, I..." "Honestly, I do hate change a lot." "Change is..." "It's just..." "It's bad." "But?" "But..." "But I think it's important, in a relationship like ours, to keep all our stuff in one place." "Thank you." "Thank you." "Thank you." "Honey?" "Do I have to help you put all this stuff back?" "Yeah." "Absolutely." "Maybe not tonight."