"Somebody help me please." "Please help me." "Everybody clear, out of here, right up please, the light's on." "Yes this is Dr Eric Hall, i need an ambulance right now at 507 Apria Avenue, and the police." "Yes, right now." "Thank you." "Alright, what happened?" "A man with a bat, keeps beating Clint." "I yelled at the man, he ran up Saint George Street towards Marina" "Is there anything you can do for him, please?" "Yeah, well, i called 20 minutes ago, so could you please hurry up?" "Thank you." "He was nowhere to be found, but, we got the bat." "I'm sorry." "As i claimed the victim dead, i gave a sedative to his partner." "Do you always carry these kinds of drug with you, Dr Hall?" "Do you always carry your gun, detective Ross?" "You should be asking how come this guy with the bats may be allowed to go around robbing people for the last month." "Why didn't you catch him before he kills someone, huh?" "Where were you one hour ago?" "Where were the cops then huh?" "Eating the donuts?" "Johnson's on her way?" "This case is being handed off to Priority Homicide." "Hey, it's not my fault." "Hear the kid?" "That's why you're getting this case." "Politics." "Clear the room detective Ross." "Now." "Deputy Chief Brenda Leigh Johnson." " Can i help you?" " This cat is sick." "You brought your cat to a crime scene?" "Look, he was crying and, and... he was licking all over my laundry basket and he's not my cat really, he just lives at my house." "Do you feed him?" "Look, sergeant, are you gonna help me or not?" "Yeah, umm." "Hey, huh, Terence." "Deputy Chief Johnson here has a sick cat." "Can you help us with that?" "Certainly." "Would you like me to get him to an emergency animal hospital?" "Oh, that would be great." "Thank you so much." "Um... let me just give you my card..." "And you can call me if anything happens, and he hates cars, so... be careful with him." "I believe you can count on me not to... let the cat out of the bag." "Let's go talk to the witness." "Ok." "Ahem." "Here you are." "Thank you." "Sir?" "Can you tell me what happened?" "What's wrong with him?" "Some doctor gave him a tranquilizer." "Is this the murder weapon?" "Why is this witness holding this bat?" "Well, it seems that while they were waiting for us to get here, some of the gay boys put together a little search party, and they picked it up." "And they screwed up the crime scene, too." "They walked in some of the blood." "They left cigarette butts on the ground." "It's a mess." "People might wanna double up on your protective gear since this is a homo-cide." "You seem to be having trouble with your pronunciation this evening." "Ahem!" "Oh... sorry." "So, the first blow to the side of the head is what killed your guy, and it was a pretty hard whack, too." "Got an epidural bleed out from it." "The right pupil was blown." "How do you know it was the first hit?" "It was the only blow delivered to the back of the body." "There was reside from the pavement in it." "He fell on it." "Scan down slowly." "Now, these other wounds came afterwards..." "His cracked ribs, left arm broken in 2 places," "And a shattered femur... hum..." "none of which was necessary, because your killer had him at "hello."" "Sorry." "I could have told you all this at a regular autopsy." "Oh, i know." "But in hate crime i like to have documentary evidence of what was done to the body before it's cut open so the defense attorneys don't get a chance to argue that we broke the bones ourselves." "If we're looking for evidence of a hate crime, i'd say we found it." "I understand some jewelry was stolen." "A Gucci watch and a platinum ring." "We found this under the t-shirt, so it wasn't immediately visible." "Maybe your thief has night-vision issues." "Maybe he was interrupted." "Platinum dog tags with diamonds?" "And we found the reside of some special K under your victim's nostrils." "Special K?" "What's special K?" "It's slang for ketamine." "It's popular in gay dance clubs." "Means our victim might not have suffered so much as he was battered to death." "You got a tip on 4." "Lieutenant Flynn." "Yes, ma'am." "Uh... oh, you did?" "Well, how closely would you say he resembles the composite?" "He looks exactly like your boyfriend?" "Um... no, ma'am, he need not find out." "If you could hold on a second, i'm gonna transfer you to someone who can take his name and address." "Where the hell is she?" "I'm waiting here, and i've got a very pissy state legislator in there." "She is having a personal crisis, sir." "Yeah." "It's called her life." "Personal crisis." "Sir." "Yeah, Flynn here." "Yeah." "Put Taylor on the phone, pronto." "I've got a tip for him that's gonna make his day." "Chief Pope, assemblyman Bridges, i'm so sorry to have kept you waiting." "For 20 minutes." "A little emergency." "Uh, this... this cat i know..." "Um, i have a cat." "He's living at my house, and he's very sick." "Oh." "What's his name?" "Kitty." "I call him Kitty, and i forgot to ask what vet he was going to." "Anyway, um... it's a long story." "I want you to know that we are rushing that bat through S.I.D., looking for forensic evidence." "Have a seat, please." "But i want you to know that there may be some question as to its admissibility, considering it went through so many hands" "Before getting to us." "What about the blood at the crime scene?" "Well, so far that only belongs to the victim, so it doesn't do us any good, but i want you to know i'm bringing in the other men who were attacked by this guy along with the partner" "to refine this composite." "It's upper level, apartment 21." "Door was open." "I put a newspaper in the entry." "Ok." "Everybody remember, this is an apartment building." "Watch your background." "Let's go." "Let's do this!" "Why wasn't this done before refining the composite, sending it to television stations and such?" "Whenever we disseminate the likeness of a suspect, a defense attorney will accuse us of contaminating the I.D. process." "We don't want to just track the murderer down." "We want to make sure we do it so that he's put away for life." "There does come a time, of course, when the most important thing is to catch the guy before he kills again." "American postal delivery." "Got a package for Blake Rawlings." "Leave it at the door." "Someone's gotta sign for it." "What are you doing?" "What are you doing?" "How do you guarantee a conviction?" "By being extra careful in how i make my arrest." "Blake Rawlings, you stupid asshole." "Once i have a criminal in custody... i do my very best to gain his trust." "You're under arrest for assault with a deadly weapon." "Gentlemen, i think we got a match." "You have the right to remain silent..." "When there's problems with evidence, my most important responsibility is inducing a criminal to talk." "Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law." "We have no evidence from the apartment where the arrest was made..." "No wallets, no jewelry, no bloody clothes." "Nothing." "We got a composite." "Taylor got positive I.D's on Blake Rawlings from 2 of the people that he robbed." "Yeah." "After he roughed the guy up." "Brenda, we are in terrible shape here." "Oh, boo-hoo!" "Don't come crying on my shoulder." "Robbery-Homicide clearly wants this case, and after the mess they've made of it, i'd just as soon they keep it." "No, no, no." "Taylor made the arrest." "That's all." "Look, Will, if you even try to pass this guy off on me now after Taylor personally went out and supervised his capture, you will make huge problems for me..." "Huge!" "Brenda, i'll handle all that." "That's what you always say about Taylor, and then you never do anything about it!" "Would you stop acting like i'm the sand shifting under your feet?" "Because i have... ahem." "In every respect but one, i have always stuck with you." "And i need this done." "Now." "I... i don't know." "I can't say." "Can you move in closer, please, Buzz." "I'm sorry." "He was leaning over in the dark, and i turned away when he threw the bat at me." "I mean, he looks familiar, but it might just be from that picture they had up in the bar, you know?" "Do you think that's the guy that killed Clint?" "It may be." "Can you tell me what happened before the attack?" "We were stopping for a drink before we went dancing." "Mm-hmm." "Just a drink?" "Ha." "Not even..." "Not for me." "I was the designated driver." "But, uh..." "Clint was a little high." "And then we left, and we got about halfway to the car when i realized that i had left my jacket in the bar, and my cell phone was in it, and so i had to go back for it." "And Clint made a face because i always forget things." "So you went back to get your coat..." "The bartender had kept it for me." "He made a little joke when he gave it back." "I was gonna jot it down." "I, uh, write sitcoms when i'm working." "Haven't, uh... haven't been doing much of that lately..." "Working." "We just put our house on the market." "Clint was trying to get back into acting." "So on your way back to the car..." "Yeah, sorry." "Um..." "I saw someone." "He was swinging a bat down on Clint, and i started screaming." "The guy jerked up, and i must have been running towards him, because he threw the bat at me, and, uh..." "I just let the guy go on because... part of his head was gone." "Clint's head was gone." "I'm sorry." "You know, i don't care about the money or the credit cards." "But... he took Clint's ring from our commitment ceremony." "And if this is the guy and if you could find it," "I'd like to have it back." "Speaking of jewelry, um..." "Clint was wearing this... during the attack." "You don't recognize it?" "Not only is that not his, we can't afford anything like that right now." "I'm worried about buying a suit i can wear to his funeral." "You know..." "Why would the guy leave something like that if this was a robbery?" "I... i don't see how this makes sense." "Blake Rawlings." "Convicted of car theft." "Served 3 years." "Finished his parole." "Did some time in juvie, but, uh, we don't know what for." "He's robbed over a dozen people so far, and there's no jewelry anywhere, no rings, wallets, credit card, buttons, string?" "What's the problem, chief?" "The crime scene's contaminated, the bat's out of evidence, we found nothing at the robberies, our witness can't identify the killer, and he threw away his weapon, which, according to all records, he'd never done before." "You hit a homer, you drop the bat." "Flynn, could you please get your ass off my desk?" "Unless you actually know something about this guy, i don't need any more pressure before i go in here." "Ok, that's not why i'm here." "I promised assemblyman Bridges we would keep him informed, and... he may pop by." "I just this second said i didn't need any more pressure." "Isn't that what i just said?" "Hello, Blake..." "Mr. York." "I'm Deputy Chief Brenda Johnson, and this is sergeant Gabriel." "How you doing?" "Uh, Ms. Johnson, i'm afraid we're not in a, uh... talking mood today." "Well, i'm sorry to hear y'all feel that way, because it'll be a long time before you find a more sympathetic ear." "I know how you feel, Blake." "You can't go anywhere in L.A. without seeing a bunch of gay people running around, doing whatever they want." "It's not like that where i come from." "No, sir." "But in California..." "They can even register as domestic partners... have the same rights as married people." "Serves them right, too." "Why shouldn't they suffer just like everybody else?" "Mm-hmm." "But they're not married people, are they?" "Mr. Pope, good work." "What's going on?" "Can we hear anything from out here?" "Uh... no." "No, i... i can't seem to get that speaker to work." "You're kidding." "It was working fine earlier." "and you're good-looking, too." "There you go." "A real handsome young man." "Thank you, lieutenant." "You were in juvenile detention when you were a teenager." "That must've been rough on a cute boy like you." "Guys make you do things for them?" "Don't answer that, Blake." "Ms. Johnson, that is a horrible question." "Horrible." "because you're still so boyish..." "What the hell is she saying?" "She's trying to scare him." "Listen." "Listen to what the criminal" " has to say, not Brenda..." " linking my client to this murder, do you?" "I have the victims of his A.D.W.S, 2 of which have already given me a positive I.D." "and if those charges are separated, that bat gives him his third strike." "Blake spends the rest of his life being the cute boy in prison." "And if it were a hate crime, too..." "Prove to me that you didn't kill that boy last night because you hate gay people." "I don't hate anyone." "All right?" "None of this has got anything to do with hate." "Hey, Blake... you cannot talk." "We're done." " We're leaving." " You just shut... shut..." "You tell him to shut up." "All right?" "Hey." "You... hey." "You gonna shut up or what?" "!" "Hey, Jimmy." "Jimmy, why don't you go stand over there." "All right?" "Your client seems to be refusing counsel." "Is that what you're doing, Blake... refusing counsel?" "Can i... can i get a cigarette out of that at least?" "I'm... i'm hurting here." "You know?" "You get a cigarette after you help me." "Hey, look i have to formally object to you..." "Just shut it!" "Shut it!" "Hey, Blake." "Blake." "Take a seat." "All right?" "We're good." "We're good." "Just... we're gonna set you up." "Don't worry." "Just sit down." "Down." "Just chill." "Uh... you'll... you'll help me?" "You know what i mean?" "All right." "Look, i like to go after gay guys because late at night when they're walking back to their cars, they're drunk and stuff, and they're usually alone, and they got money." "See?" "What'd i tell you?" "That's it, isn't it?" "...like half of the town." "You know?" "Will you be able to prove that it's a hate crime, though?" "Is that enough?" "I think the body does that for us." "Stay with me." "Where were you last night at 12:30 a.m.?" "I went to the grocery store." "My girlfriend, she don't like it that i... i use a little, so, uh..." "You know, i did a needle in the parking lot." "Where is it?" "The stuff you stole?" "Everything's still in the back of my girlfriend's car." "Can you help me now?" "Please." "Can you..." "Can you help me?" "Lieutenant Andrew Flynn, L.A.P.D." "I have a warrant to search your home." "Flynn." "You're the guy i talked to on the phone about my boyfriend." "Excuse me?" "I'm Jennifer?" "You transferred me to the guy who's getting me the reward money for turning Blake in?" "Captain Taylor, right?" "So, did you bring the money?" "Look, you don't get the money until he's convicted, honey." "Now, he said he stashed some stuff at your place." "You mind if we look around?" "Watch your step." "Is Blake coming back?" "I don't think you have to worry about him for a while." "You got the keys to this?" "Oh, no, you're not taking my car, are you?" "I mean, how am i supposed to get around?" "This is how you pay people back for being good citizens?" "I need a, uh..." "Yes, sir." "Thanks." "What are you doing?" "What are you doing?" "You want to relax, please?" "Bingo." "Lots of loot." "Needles." "Yeah." "So." "What's this?" "Here's the bat." "Yeah, but... we already have a bat." "Flynn works for Taylor," "So i'm not surprised he transferred the call to Robbery-Homicide." "In fact, i'm more surprised that he told me about it more than anything else." "Why is that?" "Well, you're caught in the middle a lot, aren't you, sergeant Gabriel?" "Must be hard to know which side to come down on sometimes, i'm sure." "Not if i keep focused on getting the bad guy." "I mean, truth is you do good work." "You're the one who got the guy to talk, give up his stash, this proof." "That Blake robs people, not that he kills them, that he has a wooden bat, not an aluminum one, that he steals jewelry, not that he gets rid of it, and where is the victim's Gucci watch and his platinum ring?" "If he got scared and threw away his weapon, maybe he dumped the stuff he'd stolen, too." "That's exactly what happened, sergeant." "Get detective Sanchez and some uniforms." "Go back to the crime scene and see if you can find the watch or the ring." "Deputy Chief Johnson?" "Yes?" "Oh." "Terence." "Terence." "Hey." "Hi." "I meant to call you." "Um, how's the Kitty?" "Well, making feline history." "He was very sick, huh?" "No." "He was very pregnant." "He had 6 kittens." "And here's your bill." "$286?" "You know, uh..." "I... i happen to be free this evening." "If you like, i could pick up your cat and deliver it... him... her... to your house." "Bottle of chilled champagne." "Toast fertility..." "Motherhood..." "Mistaken identity." "Deputy Chief Johnson's office." "Yes, sir." "She is." "Chief Pope." "Oh, great." "It's my boss." "Excuse me." "Hello." "Thanks." "Uh, no, no, no." "That's fine." "I'll come right down." "Bye." "I have to go meet my boss." "Thank you so much for your help, Terence." "I'll pick up Kitty." "Sergeant Gabriel will show you out." "Thank you." "Uh, well, um... perhaps another time." "So, do you want us to go ahead and charge Blake for murder?" "No." "We don't have that confession yet." "Pope wants to congratulate me." "Damn it." "I gotta have drinks." "You're kidding me." "You're blowing me off to meet with Pope." "I'm just gonna run in, have a quick drink, and run back out of there." "A drink?" "It'll take me 5 minutes." "I got offered dodger tickets, but i said no cause i thought we were gonna have dinner." "Oh, i'm sorry." "It's been a crazy day at work today." "The cat had kittens, and i've gotta go pick him up, because every moment he's at the vet, it's costing me a billion dollars." "Your boy cat had kittens?" "I thought it was a boy." "I don't even know when i can pick him up." "Turn up here." "All right, all right." "Here's what we're gonna do." "I will pick up your cat for you while you're in with Pope." "Oh, really?" "Oh, Fritzy, thank you." "Ok." "Let me just get you the vet's card." "I'm actually kind of worried about him." "Her." "You're worried about her." "So i'll pick up Kitty." "Then we'll go get something to eat, ok?" "Ok." "Ok." "You sure about this?" "Could you still go to the ball game?" "No." "Caught the murderer." "He confessed." "The gay community is... gay again." "What could be better?" "On a, uh... a more personal note, uh... i know the L.A.P.D. as an institution has not been as supportive as you expected, and, uh, so in consideration of that..." "Oh." "Will, this is too much." "It... no, it isn't." "Honest." "It..." "Here." "Let me..." "let me show you." "It's just... 2 little earrings." "See?" "Tiny." "You can hardly see them." "It's not that big a deal." "Does Estelle know you're giving me these?" "Well, no." "Because she would read all kinds of ridiculous things into it, and the last thing i need right now is another lesson in community property." "It just happens, in the funny way that life works, that you would become one of the few people in the world that i really... trust and really..." "Brenda?" "You've gone off somewhere." "Oh." "I'm sorry." "Uh, i-i'm just worried about the jewelry." "Look, if you feel that strongly about it..." "Oh, no, no." "No." "Not this jewelry." "The jewelry that was found on the victim's body." "Oh." "That jewelry." "It's the D.A.'s murder now, Brenda." "Did you have other plans?" "No." "No." "Oh." "Well, uh, yes." "You see, the thing is that i... i haven't charged Blake for the murder yet." "Why?" "Well, there's an evidence issue and, uh, no confession." "But don't worry about it." "I'll work it out." "Don't worry about what?" "The case is solved." "But not closed." "We'll talk about it in the morning." "And thank you so much for the earrings." "They're beautiful." "Bye-Bye now." "Bye." "Oh!" "Look, they're so small." "Where's his pillowcase?" "He had a pillowcase." "You're welcome, Brenda." "Oh, i'm sorry." "Thank you." "It's just that it was part of a set, and i have to travel with him, and he just hates the car so much." "She." "She." "She." "She hates the car." "What is the blue box?" "Did Pope give you that?" "He feels bad about the way i've been treated here, so he got me a pair of earrings." "That's all." "Oh." "Oh, it's nothing." "I bet those are the cheapest thing Tiffany's sells." "Oh, it doesn't matter what they cost." "Jewelry is never just jewelry." "And where Pope is concerned, come on." "How am i gonna valet this car with 6 kittens in it?" "Just seems impossible, doesn't it?" "How did i become one of these women with too many cats?" "How did this happen?" "Ahem." "Here's something that might make you feel a little better." "Voila." "There's a park across the street from the crime scene with a, uh, little lake in the center." "That's why we didn't find the jewelry in the trunk of the Camaro, cause he emptied the wallet, dumped the rest." "Sorry to interrupt you gentlemen on your night off, but time is not on my side, and there's someone critically involved in this murder who i have yet to meet." "So, uh, lieutenant Tao, can you have the diamonds removed from this necklace, please, and have them I.D.'d." "I need to find out where they were bought." "Sure." "There's a local office of the international gemological institute here in L.A." "Not only will you find out what store this was sold..." "Thank you so much, lieutenant." "That's great." "That's great." "Detective Sanchez, if you could get me a dump off every phone that the victim was using." "Let's see if there was someone other than his partner that he was talking to a lot." "And, sergeant Gabriel, if you could get a credit report on any frequent callers as well as Clint and Barry." "I'm pretty sure they didn't buy this necklace, but there's another person involved in this murder, and i'm pretty sure they did." " Hey, chief." " Yeah?" "What about me?" "You." "Uh..." "Lieutenant, you." "Um, you can man the tip line." "Uh, but we already caught the guy." "I know, but you never know who might phone in." "And who would transfer those calls to captain Taylor if you weren't here?" "Damn." "Taylor." "What you doing with our suspect?" "You know how it is, Provenza." "The Pope giveth, and the Pope taketh away." "Can you help me?" "You know what i mean?" "You rang?" "Actually, i think i've got this covered." "Go on back home." "No sense in all of us being exhausted." "Tao said you thought there might be someone else involved in this murder." "There's a strong possibility." "...almost." "Where were you last night at 12:30 a.m.?" "Ran out to the grocery store." "My girlfriend don't like it that i use a little, so, i, uh, you know... i did a needle in the parking lot." "Anything else you wanted to tell me, lieutenant?" "No." "See ya later." "Deputy Chief Johnson called me." "Ok, she told me they found a wooden bat in the back of my client's car, and that's not the murder weapon." "I don't care if he uses one bat to rob people and another bat to kill them." "We're gonna settle this right now." "You admitted to those other assaults, didn't you, son?" "I already said i knocked around some fags." "I'm sick, all right?" "I need a doctor." "This is never gonna hold up, ok, what you're doing here." "We'll see who a judge believes, us or a junkie." "Your client doesn't have to talk to me if he doesn't want to." "You need a doctor, son?" "Want a transfer to the infirmary, too?" "You know we can help you out with this drug down, right?" "You know what i mean, don't you, son?" "Don't you?" "There was a guy who you beat up who died." "Now, i know you didn't mean for that to happen, but he did." "And we gotta get that settled." "And then detective Ross, he's gonna get you to a hospital, and they're gonna make you feel all good." "This is torture, ok?" "!" "You are torturing my client!" "Or you can go back to your cell and wait it out." "Now what's it gonna be?" "Blake, Blake, you don't answer him." "I did it." "You did what?" "What did you do?" "Come on." "I need to hear it" "Before you can go to the infirmary." "What?" "What did you do?" "I killed the guy." "I bashed him over the head, and i killed him." "I killed him." "I killed him!" "I beat him to death." "Now can you... can you do something for me?" "Yeah, i can do something for you." "Blake Rawlings, i can give you an upgrade from assault with a deadly weapon to murder." "That's what i'm gonna give you." "Detective Ross, put that back in its cage." "And so..." "Please, sit." "Oh, thank you." "Thank you." "The necklace came from Marseilles Mewelers, and so we took all the names we got from dumping the victim's phones." "One guy stood out immediately." "Lots of calls, sometimes 60 minutes at a time." "Julian Carver, and here's his credit report." "And a charge to his American Express card at Marseilles Jewelers." "Which also has an on-line catalog, and the price for the dog tags just happens to match what Mr. Carver spent." "Barry and Clint's credit reports." "He was telling the truth." "They hadn't made a lot of money in the last few years." "And if Clint bought something, he would have known about it, because these are all joint accounts." "Checking and credit." "They may not have been legally married, but they were financially." "This is sad." "Barry spent the last of his available credit yesterday." "Bought a suit for Clint's funeral." "But what about this Julian Carver?" "We did a search on the internet." "He's a photographer, does magazine covers, exhibits." "Headshots for actors?" "Barry said that Clint was trying to start back up an acting career." "So is every other waiter in L.A." "Anyway, you're wasting your time." "Oh, really, lieutenant?" "Why is that?" "Cause Taylor already got" "A confession out of Blake Rawlings." "Ah, well." "I don't think that confession is gonna hold up." "I went to 4 grocery stores looking for these tapes." ""I"?" "We." "We." "Are you happy?" "What do i know about videos?" "Come on, Buzz, damn it, what's taking so long?" "Look, you think you can do this faster, be my guest." "All right, finally." "Finally." "Ok." "Well, fast-forward it, would you?" "Do i have to tell you everything?" "Hey." "Stop." "Stop, stop, stop." "See?" "There's that camaro parking." "So we fast-forward." "Now he gets out of the car, and he goes into the grocery store." "We've got that on film, too." "Ok, come on." "Fast-forward." "Blake's back, and the time stamp covers the murder." "Mmm." "So he didn't do it." "No." "He couldn't have." "I want to meet this Julian Carver." "You don't mind if we look around, do you, Mr. Carver?" "You've got nothing to hide, right?" "No." "No, but maybe if you told me what you were looking for, specifically, i could help." "Ah, that's all right." "We'll be fine." "So, how well do you know Clint?" "Not very." "I did a few rolls on him... about 6 weeks ago." "Uh, he was hunting for an agent." "He needed new pictures." "Mm." "According to his cell phone records, you talked to him quite a bit, had some nice, long chats." "Yeah, yeah." "Uh, well, choosing a picture that'll get you work, it's time-consuming, you know." "What have we here?" "I think this may be a little, uh... special K." "All right, all right." "The reason i have that is..." "I just don't know what to believe, Mr. Carver." "Start again." "Tell me how well you know Clint Harper." "Whoa." "Chief." "Think you might want to come take a look at this." "Ok, look." "You have the wrong idea here." "It's completely the wrong idea." "All right, listen." "We were having an affair." "Actually, he pretty much... he'd pretty much decided to leave Barry for me." "He was moving in." "You have any proof of that?" "Any shoes, socks?" "Looks like he was in desperate need of underwear." "Ok, uh, i want you to gather up everything that belongs to Clint and bring it downtown, and i want these pictures, too." "You're taking my artwork?" "This is for a gallery installation." "Oh, i'm not going to mutilate them." "I'm going to have them properly mounted." "No." "Look, you either let me take these pictures, or i'm gonna arrest you for possession of a controlled substance." "Your choice." "Buzz, move in closer." "Yes, ma'am." "I've never seen him before." "No." "He sometimes looks a little better than this." "Let's try a picture." "It's slightly touched up, but you get the idea." "You sure you don't recognize him?" "No." "No." "No, i don't." "Well, i am so surprised." "Because Clint seems to have known him pretty well." "By the way, here are the clothes that Clint wasn't wearing in this shot." "They were left at this guy's house, but according to the laws governing community property in the state of California that went into effect last january, these clothes now belong to you." "As does the house that you're selling to pay off your debts." "You..." "Of course, if Clint had dissolved your partnership, you would've had to split everything with him 50-50." "That hardly seems fair." "You supported him, hadn't you, for the last 6 years, and then you fell on some hard times, and he went out looking for another boyfriend." "No." "No, no." "It wasn't like..." "He wasn't a kept..." "Look, he may have been having an affair, but i didn't know." "I knew nothing about any of this." "You knew that a composite was being circulated around the bars in your neighborhood." "You told me so yourself." "And, uh..." "Do you remember purchasing an aluminum bat at the Big 5 Sporting Goods store 3 weeks ago?" "It was charged to one of the joint accounts that you shared with your domestic partner." "You bought a suit from Nordstrom's on the same account yesterday." "To wear to Clint's funeral." "You find that strange?" "I do, because those credit cards were stolen." "Why didn't you cancel those credit cards?" "Mr. Anderson..." "Because you knew where they were." "Because after you bludgeoned Clint to death, you threw everything away in the pond across the street." "What you didn't know was that Clint was wearing a necklace underneath his t-shirt given to him by someone else, someone younger, someone in a little better shape, someone with whom he was having, from the looks of it..." "A great deal of fun." "How did it make you feel, Mr. Anderson, knowing that the boy that you'd taken care of for quite a long time was about to grab half your assets and spend them doing drugs and having sex with a guy like this?" "He used to call it beauty prison, the gym he worked out at." "The guys there forced to work out 5 days a week just to look great on saturday night." "Get high, go dance." "Repeat same empty routine every week." "Our relationship was different." "We... we had a ceremony." "Our... our parents came, everyone i worked with, my... my friends from college." "Did you have a photographer?" "Screw Julian Carver." "I loved Clint." "I loved him." "Oh, good god." "Good god." "I begged him not to go, not to humiliate me and to... to allow these photographs to..." "Oh, god." "None of this was easy." "I had given him everything." "What had he given me?" "I never wanted to hurt him." "I was trying to work it out." "But then i realized..." "This was supposed to be a hate crime." "Oh, i think it was." "How am i going to explain this to the community?" "Well, you've been trying for years to prove that gay and straight marriages are pretty much the same." "I think this guy's done it for you." "He was killing me, too, and us." "He was killing us." "I think i might have allowed my competitive nature to get the better of me in my desire to protect the community, but i don't think anyone should mistake my dedication to this department or lieutenant Flynn's, for that matter." "It's not the department you've been treating like crap." "It's me." "Partly that's because you've been getting mixed signals, so let's see if we can't straighten things out." "Chief Johnson, if i have offended you, naturally i apologize." "Oh, i don't want an apology from you." "I want an acknowledgement of my rank, i want an understanding that you are beneath me in the chain of command, and i want you to be officially warned that if you make any further attempt to undermine my investigations," "chief Pope will recommend an inquiry by internal affairs, which is, i believe, the established procedure when investigating an insubordinate officer." "Are we all agreed?" "I see nothing improper in that request." "Good." "Now thank you so much." "Bye, y'all." "See you tomorrow." "Sir, i think i should point out i only got the confession that you ordered me to get." "Yeah." "Greg, hardly know how to thank you." "On the other hand... you may have accomplished more than i expected." "Oh, hello, mama." "Yes." "And here's mommy." "Here's mommy." "Oh, you shouldn't have." "Come in." "Thought this might solve a problem for you." "Aw, they already have a place to live." "Oh, no." "This is better." "This is better." "For the time being." "Honestly, i can't think what to do with him." "Her." "It's a her." "I know." "I know." "It's just i liked him better as a boy." "And i'd get rid of him, too, but i..." "They're so cute." "Well, yeah." "And i..." "You just don't have the emotional wherewithal to break up with your cat right now." "Yeah." "And just to show you i understand how difficult it is to keep a pair together these days..." "Oh, Fritz." "Thank you." "Oh, my mother gave me these when i moved to Georgetown, and i just..." "My pillow thank you, too." "Well, what about the rest of you?"