"Previously on The Closer..." "Just got an advanced copy of the department's new organizational chart." "You will be directing all of your inquiries to new Assistant Chief Russell Taylor." "Chief Johnson did Major Crimes investigate the murders of an elderly convenience-store owner and his 8-year-old grandson, referred to as the" ""Shootin' Newton" murders?" "What is this about?" "Turell's mother has filed a civil suit against the city, the L.A.P.D., Chief Pope, yourself, and every member of your division for the wrongful death of Turell Baylor." "How about I just quit?" "Then I'll tie this lawsuit around your neck and tell the city attorney that whatever happened to Turell Baylor was a consequence of your own personal actions." "Chief!" "Chief!" "Chief, you okay?" "Chief!" "This is Deputy Chief Johnson, Major Crimes." "Got an officer down." "Repeat -- we have an officer down!" "The Closer 7x02 Repeat Offender Original Air Date on July 18, 2011" "== sync, corrected by elderman ==" "During his years of service," "Chief Thomas Delk embodied the core values of the L.A.P.D. -- to serve and protect." "The aneurysm that cut short his life has also robbed us of his vision for our city's future in law enforcement." "Chief Delk was a family man, and he brought the same level of commitment and dedication to his second family, the L.A.P.D." "And I know he would agree that in our interim chief, the torch has passed to a worthy leader, one who will guide us through this next and even more difficult transition." "Chief William Pope." "Will?" "Today is not about our future purpose, but our present loss and the too-short life of a 30-year veteran of the L.A.P.D." "The king is dead." "Yeah." "Long live the Pope." "I had the privilege of working closely with Chief Delk during the few months of his too-short tenure." "On behalf of the department... and the city, I offer Tommy's wife, Nicole, and his sons, Carlton and Tommy Jr., our deepest condolences." "Brothers and sisters, let us pray." "How long you think the commander's gonna stare into that grave?" "You guys might want to consider putting Taylor on suicide watch." "Delk was his only way up." "Poor guy." "Yeah, it's a real tragedy." "Flynn, lend me a hanky." "Major Crimes." "Detective Gabriel." "Uh, Chief Pope?" "Listen, I would have told you the mayor appointed me interim chief, but I just found out myself in the car on the way from the church." "So, I-I guess this means that Commander Taylor is not going to be assistant chief?" "That'd be a pretty good guess." "Yeah." "Budget savings, anyway, in my keeping both positions." "So we're back to normal?" "Well, as long as there's the word "interim" in front "chief,"" "I need to move carefully." "But eventually, yeah." "A-and what about, uh," "Captain Raydor's investigation into Major Crimes, the "Shootin' Newton" case?" "is that over, too?" "Chief?" "Uh, one second." "Yeah." "Chief?" "We caught a murder." "Chief?" "Murder?" "Yes, Detective." "Murder." "Where?" "Over here, Chief!" "How'd y'all get here so fast?" "Did you take the freeway?" "Sepulveda." "Anyway, about an hour ago, officers responded to a 911 call from inside the house." "When they entered, they found the victim -- female, early 20s -- dead for days." "Who called this in?" "That would be the homeowners, Daniel and Emily Dixon." "That's their son, Jesse." "They just returned from vacation to find their home burglarized and their house-sitter dead." "The, um, victim's name is Ashley Reed." "She was found by Mrs. Dixon." "Uh, excuse me, uh, Detective?" "Oh, uh, no." "Um, sorry, Mr. Dixon." "The person that you'd be looking for " "I'm Deputy Chief Johnson." "Mr. Dixon, would you mind telling me what y'all did when you first got home?" "Did you touch anything?" "No, no." "Um, I don't know." "Like I told the officer, my, uh, son just graduated from high school." "We took him to Hawaii for 10 days, uh, got back." "He was getting the bags out of the car, and I heard my wife scream." "I ran in, and, uh, and I saw Ashley." "Ashley was your house-sitter?" "She wasn't just a house-sitter." "Her mother and I are best friends since college." "I've known Ashley since she was a baby." "She was family." "Oh, my God." "This is my fault." " It's not your fault." " I'm the one who asked her to stay!" "Oh, my God." "Ashley's family's all in Chicago." "What am I gonna tell her mother?" "Better let us deal with that, ma'am." "Um, I'm gonna look inside now, but if you could keep talking to, uh, Lieutenant Provenza here about Ashley, we'd like to learn everything we can." "I'm sorry." "Thank you." "I'm..." "Please don't be mad at..." "I put a blanket over here." "I just..." "couldn't stand the thought of anybody seeing Ashley like that." "Okay, Buzz." "Come on." "Let's go upstairs." "Was it the fall that killed her?" "Her neck's broken, but anything else I can't say for sure." "There's a lot of decomp." "She's been dead a good four or five days." "She's practically naked." "Her shirt's torn." "Any sign of sexual assault?" "Hard to tell on a body in this condition." "You'll have to ask the doctor." "Yeah, that's her." "Ashley Reed." "Got her Illinois driver's license and her student I.D. from USC." "I also found her cellphone in a suitcase full of clothes in the downstairs guest room." "What was she doing upstairs?" "Wow." "This is worse than the master bedroom." "Well, he is a teenager." "Some of this mess is probably from before the break-in." "But, look, flat-screen TV is still here." "So is the stereo." "And the Xbox." "If this is what they left behind What did they take?" "Cell?" "Yeah." "Battery's dead." "Not a problem." "No sign of forced entry, Chief." "Well, if it wasn't a break-in, who would Ashley open the door for dressed like this?" "The, uh, Dixons' story seems legit." "They showed me their plane tickets to Maui, and then I had them open up those fancy suitcases." "And did you see those sunburns?" "I mean, guess they never heard of skin cancer." "Let's just make sure that they weren't here during the time of the murder, so check the airports and the hotel in Maui." "Chief, the house has definitely been picked over, but they didn't bother with the big-ticket items." "Maybe they were interrupted." "I don't know, Chief." "This burglary looks really amateur." "Yeah, so, maybe somebody rapes Ashley, throws her over the rail, and then just staged the scene." "I got Ashley's phone working." "The last few days, she's received lots of the same text messages." ""Where are you?"" "However, the last messages she replied to were sent " "Five days ago?" "Exactly." "4:30 p.m. from A. Banks, "Pick you up at 6:30?"" "To which Ashley replied, "great."" "And then at 9:14 p.m., another one from A. Banks." ""How was bedtime?"" "Ashley wrote back, "all is well." "Kids are asleep." "Have fun."" "So, she was house-sitting here and babysitting somewhere else." "Okay, so, we have a phone number for an A. Banks." "Can we get an address?" "Mrs. Banks?" "Good morning." "I'm Deputy Chief " "Oh, God." "What happened?" "Is it Alex?" "Alex?" "Is that your husband?" "Yes." "Yes." "Was there an accident?" "Uh, no, ma'am." "Sorry to alarm you." "We just want to ask you a few questions about Ashley Reed." "Ashley?" "She's one of Alex's students." "He's a journalism professor." "And does Ashley also babysit for you?" "Like last Wednesday evening, for example?" "Uh, yes." "My husband and I went to dinner for our anniversary." "What's this about?" "And have you heard from Ms. Reed since?" "No, not since Alex drove her home." "Oh, God." "Did something happen?" "Is Ashley filing a complaint?" "Ma'am?" "Oh, my God." "This is why he poured me that extra wine at dinner." "How could I be so stupid?" "He hasn't said a thing about her for almost a week." "I'm sorry." "I..." "I have to call him right away." "Mrs. Banks, may I come in for a moment, just to talk?" "Thank you." "The husband?" "Yes." "Find him." "So Turell Baylor confessed to the murders of 74-year-old Charlie Niles and his 8-year-old grandson, Chris." "This case could not be prosecuted, however, because, as you know, at your request, the D.A.'s office had given Mr. Baylor immunity in exchange for his statement." "Chief Johnson then released Mr. Baylor at his home." "Later that day, he was found beaten to death behind his residence." "But Chief Johnson's conduct during this investigation, and that of her division, fell entirely within California state law and the rules and policy of the L.A.P.D." "Case closed." "I am done." "I got to say, Captain, on the face of it, this audit seems incredibly superficial." "Sir?" "I want you to go back down to Major Crimes, interview everyone, and make sure we have no vulnerabilities." "We always have vulnerabilities." "Okay." "If you want further analysis of our legal defense, then I think the city attorney " "No." "I'm not opening our files to any outsiders." "Period." "My relationship with Chief Johnson is already complicated." "Yeah, well, you're the one who decided on a career in Internal Affairs." "Look, I don't know exactly what happened that day, but obviously dropping Turell Baylor off in front of angry gang members was not Chief Johnson's finest hour." "And insisting on immunity for a child killer was not yours." "Listen, Captain." "I plan on keeping this job." "Part of that plan is making sure this lawsuit does not reflect badly on the L.A.P.D." "You will go back down to Major Crimes and finish your audit." "Seeing that I am legally prohibited from discussing with Chief Johnson why I am haunting her murder room, would you perhaps consider telling her that I am there under direct orders from you?" "What do you think?" "This is the worst part of my job." "Great to see you as well, Detective." "You know what I mean." "Now, there's not much I can tell you." "Five days on the floor even with the A.C. running, the body's in terrible condition." "The intracranial bleeding and the broken neck are consistent with a fall." "But look." "Bruising on the bicep that appears to be perimortem." "She was grabbed...trying to get away from her killer, maybe." "Or being thrown off the landing." "A-and, um, what about rape?" "No evidence of foreign biological materials, though she was dead for so long before you found her," "I can't rule it out." "When you opened her up, could you see if Ms. Reed was pregnant or recently had an abortion?" "You know something I don't?" "Ashley was babysitting for one of her professors, a Mr. Alex Banks, the man who drove her home the night she died." "And according to his wife, the professor had an affair with another student 10 months ago." "How'd the wife find out?" "The professor paid for the young woman's abortion on his credit card." "Hmm." "Careless." "That's why it's a good idea to keep cash around the house." "So you think Ashley here might have been the professor's latest girlfriend?" "Maybe she just found him more resistible." "The last one he knocked up." "This one he knocked down." "Ah." "Everything about the Dixon Maui trip checks out." "Their alibi holds." "So, I had the family give me a list of everything that was stolen from the house, Chief." "Thank you." "I doubt we'll recover any of it, Chief, but, uh," "I'm putting it into the stolen property system just in case." "Chief, I got Professor A. Banks mirandized and waiting for you in interview 1." "I, uh, took his cellphone, so he hasn't had a chance to speak to his wife, but he's got lots of questions." "Yeah, so do I." "Chief." "Chief!" "Could you hang on there just one second?" "W-what's the matter, Lieutenant?" "Um..." "Captain Raydor." "And I know you asked me to give her everything she needs, but now she wants to interview every member of our division, starting with me." "I'm telling you, the guys are starting to ask questions." "Chief..." "What is this all about?" "I don't know anymore." "Captain Raydor, may I speak with you for a moment, please?" " Oh, of course." "Yes." " Thank you." "What on earth are you still doing here?" "I am conducting a transparency audit on the Shootin' Newton murders." "Ordered by Chief Delk, and he's dead." "I'm positive that Chief Pope will reverse that decision." "But until I am ordered to leave, you understand?" "Until I am ordered to leave, then I must proceed." "I need to interview every member of your division, including Commander Taylor and Buzz Watson, starting now, as long as it doesn't interfere with the proper execution of their duties." "All right then." "Uh, Detective Sanchez, please get a warrant to search the professor's home, car, and office." "And, uh, take Buzz along with you to document everything." "But you have an interview, Chief." "Shouldn't I -- no." "Thank you." "And, Commander Taylor, are you here?" "Yeah, I'm here, Chief." "Of course you are." "Um, I'd like you to supervise the rest of the squad on a grid search." "Please get copies of the theft reports and see if you can find the Dixons' stolen property anywhere between their home and the professor's." "Yes, ma'am." "A-a grid search." "Breaks up my day a little." "Is this grid search really necessary?" "If the burglary was a cover-up for Ashley Reed's murder, then the killer or killers would have dumped the items as quickly as possible." "You're sending your entire division on a citywide scavenger hunt in order to frustrate my investigation." "Your investigation is going to be history the moment I brief Chief Pope." "Well, I'd love to be a fly on the wall for that conversation." "Make sure you let me know what Pope says." "Professor Banks?" "I'm so sorry to have kept you waiting." "I'm Deputy Chief Johnson." "I want to thank you so much for dropping in." "I didn't drop in." "I was practically arrested." "When is someone gonna tell me what the hell is going on here?" "Oh, I apologize." "Um..." "We're conducting an investigation, and we didn't want any details leaked to the press." "So, I'm sure being a journalism professor, you can understand." "Maybe if we were in Soviet Russia." "Part of my citizenship test covered the openness of the American legal system, so I'm just a little bit surprised to be dragged downtown on secret police business." "It's not a secret, and you did get your rights read to you." "Are you familiar with a young woman by the name of Ashley Reed?" ""Familiar"?" "Yes, I'm familiar with Ashley." "She's a student in my journalism seminar." "I'm her independent-study adviser." "Do you have a personal relationship with her, o-outside of class, I mean?" "She's done some work for my family." "She looked after your children for you and your wife last week, is that right?" "Yes." "And when she was done?" "I drove her back to... where she was house-sitting nearby, so..." "And when you dropped her off, did you by any chance walk her to the door?" "N-no, I don't believe I did." "Just a simple question, professor." "Either you walked her to the door, or you didn't." "I didn't." "She got out of the car, and I went straight home." "So, you didn't go inside the house with her?" "No." "You didn't take her clothes off?" "God, no." "What the hell is this about?" "Has -- has Ashley made a complaint?" "Do you have a history of complaints, sir?" "I don't understand your question." "Well, how about this, then -- have you ever had sexual relations with any of the girls in your class?" "Of course not." "So, if I were to ask all your current students and the former ones that question, they would agree?" "Absolutely." "Now, these questions are incredibly personal, and I have no idea what they're about at all." "I'll give you the headline." ""Co-ed brutally slain."" "Not a picture you can put on the front page, I imagine." "Now, take a good look, professor, if you would." "Do you recognize that woman?" "I know it might be hard 'cause she's been dead for five days." "Ashley's... been dead for five days?" "And from what you just told me, you were the last person to see her alive." "You can't think I did this." "Well, the thought crossed my mind, especially since you just lied about having an affair with one of your students and the abortion you paid for -- at least if what your wife tells me is true." "You spoke to Sara?" "Oh, my." "Did I just reveal my source?" "Oh, well." "Would you like to comment on the murder of Ashley Reed, for the record?" "Yes, sir." "It is a big task ahead." "But, uh...under these unfortunate circumstances," "I'm, uh, I'm very grateful to have such supportive partners." "Okay." "Thank you, sir." "Okay." "Bye-bye." "Could you knock, just since I'm Chief?" "Interim Chief." " You wanted to see me?" " Yes." "Why did you pull 20 uniforms off patrol and send them on a grid search with your entire division?" "Because I couldn't get a confession, and if the suspect faked the burglary of the Dixon house to cover up the rape and murder of my victim, then he probably dumped whatever he stole on the way home." "So, you send your whole squad out on... legitimate police business and not just to avoid Captain Raydor?" "Oh, Will." "Please, please." "Can't you just make her go away?" "It's...inconvenient." "I know." "Look, when Delk assigned Raydor this audit," "I openly opposed it." "But since it's underway now, we need to see it through." "By the way, I saw myself on TV in the uniform." "Why did you not tell me I'd gotten so..." "Sorry." "You're fat." "Feel better?" "Look." "I'm a little more concerned about Captain Raydor interviewing my entire division and asking Taylor about me." "Yeah, I know." "That's annoying." "And -- and how much longer is he gonna stay in that stupid cubicle?" "Brenda, look, I can't start shuffling people around until my own situation is settled, okay?" "Taylor is temporary." "Raydor is temporary." "Unless you want somebody new coming in who may or may not dismantle Major Crimes we need to focus on making me permanent." "Well, what's the point of being in charge if you can't change anything but your diet?" "Just be patient, will you?" "I'm working on it." "These things take time." "You spend your whole life in the system." "You trust that your hard work and years of service are being recognized and -- and good things will come to you." "Then, poof, your reward drops dead right in front of your eyes." "Should have brought my own car." "I played the game." "I-I-I played the game as well as anyone." "Guess I was just riding the wrong horse." "Probably the extra weight that killed him." "Gabriel!" "Gabriel, did you find anything?" "Uh, no, actually." "The, uh, garbage on this side of the street was picked up yesterday." "So, I sent the patrol officers to the dump, and when they get back we can check across the street over there and see what they find in " "Oh, no." "No." "No waiting." "Now, I am not going to stay here any longer than I have to." "So, you get your coveralls, young man." "You're going in." "Are you gonna help?" "I don't dumpster." "Ma'am, this warrant gives us the right to search your home, garage, automobiles, computers, and e-mail accounts." "But if you could sign this consent form, it would show your cooperation." "I need to talk to my husband." "He's not answering his phone." "Have you...found some kind of evidence that he " "I mean, is he under arrest?" "Ma'am, we just need to search the house." "Hope you guys aren't too hot." "If I find a big umbrella in here, I'll make you some shade." "He had me to his house, you know " " Delk -- right before he died." ""Trust me," he says." ""I got big plans for you."" "Hey, wait." "Wait, wait, wait." "Hey." "Whoa." "Hang on." "Hang on." "Gabriel, get down here." "Gladly." "Huh?" "Now, that's the same kind of luggage that the Dixons had, the ones they took to Hawaii." " You sure?" " Yeah, yeah." "Must be part of a set." "Open that up, David." "Unbelievable." "Good catch, Lieutenant." "Yeah." "Good catch." "Yeah." "Oh." "It's password-protected." "Let me see if I can get ahold of the manufacturer." "Sometimes, if you give them a serial number, they can give you a workaround." "Excellent job, commander." "Can't believe you found anything." "Well, never bet against my years of experience, Captain." "Yeah." "We couldn't have done it without you." "A regular Nancy Drew." "English." "Did you find Professor Banks' fingerprints on any of the items that you recovered?" "Uh, no." "But we'll get him." "Don't you worry." "Tech..." "Support!" "Hey, so, I'm entering the stuff we found into the stolen property system, and it's a funny thing -- the Dixons, they never mention a missing laptop." "Representative." "Maybe the computer belonged to Ashley Reed and the professor took it to hide incriminating communication between them." "Representative." "Representative!" "Oh, geez." "I'm gonna be here all night." "Chief, the professor's wife is here to see him." "We set them up in the break room." "I wired the walls and the ceiling tiles like you asked." "I can't guarantee that they'll always be on camera, but the sound should be fine." "All right, then." "Let's see what the, uh, lovebirds have to say to each other." "How many more were there?" "Just tell me, Alex." "How many other students were you screwing?" "None, Sara." "It's not true." "Let's just get it all out, okay?" "Now that things are as bad as they can be." "The police tore apart our house, Alex, right in front of the children." "Just tell me what you did to that poor girl." "You don't really believe I murdered her." "Do you seriously think that I'm capable of something like that?" "I didn't think you were capable of cheating on me, either, and I never in a million years thought that you could lie to my face while you were destroying our family!" "I promised I would never do anything like that to you again." "I've been taking our counseling seriously." "I'm spending more time with the kids." "I am trying so hard to rebuild our trust." "Yeah, well, it's not working." "Did you marry me to become a citizen?" "Just tell the truth, Alex." "Was I a way out of visas and green cards?" "Oh, let's not have this conversation again!" "I understand why you're so upset." "I do." "But this is important." "If you talk to the police again, you need to tell them that I came straight home after I dropped Ashley off and that you were awake when I got into bed." "W-what?" "Why?" "Because that's what I told them." "Here we go." "Let's hope." "You mean, you didn't come straight home?" "Oh, my God, Alex." "What did you do?" "I, uh..." "I...drove around for a little bit." "What did you do, Alex?" "I was tired, and -- and I-I " "No!" "Just tell me the truth!" "What did you do?" "!" "I drove by Chloe's house again." "Chloe?" "Who's that?" "That's the former student/mistress." "What?" "Let me explain..." "You...you went to that whore's house again?" "Are you serious?" "While I was passed out from the extra wine that you put in my glass while your own children were sleeping in their beds..." "Don't use them -- ...on our anniversary?" "!" "It was -- it was the wrong thing to do." "I am really sorry, and I am completely ashamed right now." "Oh." "But I did not go in to her house." "Ashamed." "What are you -- I did not get out of the car." "I did not talk to her even!" " And I came right home!" " Why are you even telling me this?" "!" "Because I lied to the police, and they may ask you where I was So if I still mean... anything to you, Sara..." "Listen." "Knowing how this will make you feel," "I would never tell you that I drove by Chloe's house unless it were true." "Hmm?" "If you could just -- don't...touch me." "Sara...this is my life... we're talking about." "It's not what you think." "You want to know what I think?" "I think you need a lawyer." "I think I need one, too." "That's enough to hold him overnight." "Lieutenant Flynn, would you please extend an invitation to the Professor, please?" "Mm-hmm." "I told you." "Didn't I tell you." "I told you, do not trust Pope." "Look, Will is in a difficult position right now." "Difficult position?" "He's Chief." "And now that he's on top, he's gonna fight to stay there, even if that means throwing you under the bus." "You know, Will is on this lawsuit, too." "It's Raydor." "Now she wants to interview my entire division." " Ah-ha!" " What "ah-ha"?" "Pope sicced Raydor on you so you could take all the blame, and he gets to keep his fourth star." "No." "Your friend Chief Delk sicced Raydor on me." "And she's still following you, isn't she?" "Because Pope wants her to." "He is a survivor, that guy, like a -- like a cockroach." "Look, when it comes to Will, you are just irrational." "Yeah, well, you're -- you're just too trusting." "I guarantee you, if you don't look out for yourself, no one else in the L.A.P.D. -- and I mean no one -- is gonna end up having your back." "Lieutenant Tao, you're still at work?" "I'm sorry to call so late, Chief." "You know that computer we found in the dumpster?" "I couldn't get past the password, and the company was no help." "I'm sorry." "Oh, that's okay." "I just think it's so great you stayed so late to help me with my case." "I knew you had my back!" "Hey, Tao doesn't count." "Okay." "Oh, but, Chief, here's some news." "I just got around to entering the laptop into the S.P.S... that's the "Stolen Property System."" "I know what that means, Lieutenant." "Well, I-it turns out it was stolen." "Well, obviously, it was stolen." "No, no, no, Chief." "The laptop was put into the system...four months ago." "Four months ago?" "Then who owned it before last week?" "Well, I don't remember needing a password to access it, but this is my old laptop, all right." "And what makes you so sure?" "The, uh, "q" is sticky, and it's about to fall out." "And this scratch on the top here," "I had the computer on the sofa, and my dog jumped up on it and did that with her nails." "Oh, and I brought my receipt." "See there." "Gerald Wein." " Uh-huh." " That's me." "Do you know how the burglars gained entry into your home?" "Don't really know." "Somehow they disabled the alarm." "There wasn't any sign of a break-in." "And where were you, Mr. Wein, during the time of the burglary?" "I took the family skiing up in Dodge Ridge." "We were gone for a week." "We came home to find the front door open and the house completely trashed." "But it wasn't as bad as it looked." "They didn't touch the artwork, and aside from the computer and some of my wife's jewelry, not much was stolen." "In fact, the Detective who came to the house -- he said the whole thing looked amateur." "Did he now?" "A-and who knew y'all were going out of town?" "It wasn't a secret." "My assistant, I guess." "My wife's sister had our complete itinerary, and my son posted it on his Facebook page." "So, basically, the world." "Teenagers." "Yeah." "Gosh, they grow up so fast." "It may have been our last vacation together as a family." "Dennis is off to college in the fall." "Just graduated high school." "Just graduated high school?" "Really?" "Which one?" "Right this way, please." "Thank y'all so much for coming down." "Anything we can do to help." "We're all just so devastated about Ashley." "Have you spoken to her mother yet?" "She won't talk to me." "Did you find who did this?" "Uh, we've made an arrest." "Yes." " Oh, thank God." " Oh, well, that's good news." "Who was it?" "Someone with a history of bad behavior but we're happy to say that we recovered most of the items stolen from your house." "It all seems so trivial at this point." "Well, it's been very helpful in closing our case." "Oh, there's my watch." "Oh, sir." "Sorry." "If you don't mind, we have a system here we have to manage." "Yeah, Mr. and Mrs. Dixon, in order to ensure all recovered property is returned to its rightful owner, we need a signed declaration for each individual item." "So, if you could just fill out these forms here in triplicate and date and sign at the "x," that would be great." "You can sit down right over here." "Then I have to input everything into the computer." "We can start with the watch, if you like, sir." "Okay." "Thank you." "You want to put put these gloves on?" "You don't want to get any fingerprint dust all over your hands." "Yeah." "And, Jesse, we have your things over here." "My things?" "The thief took a special interest in your room." "Right this way." "Come on in, Jesse." "Have a seat." "You're off to college next year, huh?" "That's exciting." " Yeah, I guess." " Hmm." "This is one fancy pen." "Let me guess -- graduation present?" " Yeah." "I got a few of those." " Uh-huh." "Don't people know y'all only use computers these days?" "Speaking of which..." " Found your laptop." " Thanks." "If you could just, uh, boot it up for us so we can list it as yours and wrap this thing up." "Yeah." "Sure." "Okay." "All good, then?" "It's yours?" " Yeah." " Great." "You know, it's funny." "While I was investigating Ashley's murder," "I found a series of other burglaries in your neighborhood." "Really?" "In fact, I was just visiting with a Mr. Wein." "Name ring a bell?" "His son, Dennis, was a senior in high school with you." "Their house was burglarized when they were on family vacation, just like yours." "You see, we spoke to a Mr. Simmons and a Mrs. Preston, and they also had burglaries that occurred while they were out of town." "And would you believe they also have kids who just graduated from your high school." "I don't really recognize those names, so, um..." "Really?" "Hmm.That's odd." "Their parents knew you really well." "Said you and their kids were thick as thieves." "So, tell me, Jesse, if you really don't know these people, how is it that this computer, which you just said was yours, which you somehow failed to report as stolen, which has your password on it, ended up in your room," "when we know for a fact that it was stolen from Mr. Wein?" "Um...well " "Come on, Jesse." "It's clear you and your friends were robbing each other's houses." "What I want to know is why." "Before you tell me..." "Detective Gabriel?" "Jesse Dixon, you have the right to remain silent." "Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law." "You have the right to an attorney." "You cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed to you by the state." "Or we could bring your parents in on this, get their advice." "You want me to go get your mom and dad?" "No, look." "No, wait." "It all started on a dare." "Like, um, you know, could we really pull off breaking into each other's houses without getting caught and taking some of the cool stuff our parents wouldn't care about so much or that insurance companies would replace?" "There was no sign of forced entry at any of these houses." "Okay, because we put everything into a pile -- house keys, alarm codes, you know, the passwords that you use if the rent-a-cops come around." "And, look." "Our -- our parents are rich." "Half the stuff we took they probably didn't even notice was gone." "I-it was just something we did during our senior year." "It was a joke." "A joke?" "Because I don't think that murder is so funny." "Now, who all was in this little gang of yours, huh?" "I've got fingerprints from all these robberies." "All I need is the names to go with them." "All right." "Uh, Detective Gabriel, would you please manage the suspect here while I go and inform the parents?" "Jesse Dixon, you're under arrest for the murder of Ashley Reed." "Stand up and put your hands " "No, you can't -- you can't arrest me." "I wasn't there." "I wasn't there!" "It doesn't matter that you weren't there." "Your little senior prank was actually a criminal conspiracy, and when someone gets murdered during the commission of that crime, it's felony murder." "Please, there was no conspiracy." "You just admitted you were part of a gang." " But I quit." "I did." "A long time ago." " Oh, come on." " We're supposed to believe that?" " It's the truth!" "Okay, so you quit, but not before telling them you were gonna be going out of town." "And now Ashley is dead." "I swear to God, I had no idea they were gonna hit my house." "I would've warned them Ashley was there." "Okay, so, who are they, the rest of your merry pranksters?" "I-I know about Dennis, but who else?" "Please." "You're asking me to ruin the lives of my friends." "You just said you loved Ashley, and her life looks pretty ruined to me, don't you think?" "!" "They didn't just steal from your parents." "Didn't you notice?" "They took your stuff, too." "Don't you think they were sending you a pretty serious message?" "Have you spoken to your co-conspirators since Ashley's murder?" "What did they say?" "That they stole your stuff and raped Ashley to get back at you?" "No, no, no, no." "They did not rape Ashley!" "The didn't even know she was there, all right?" "Ashley -- they all said Ashley surprised them." "She ran off to call the police, and they were just trying to stop her." "There was no rape!" "It was an accident!" "I need to hear that from them." "I want names now!" "You really think that your friends are going to trust you to keep quiet for the rest of your life?" "They're not." "You're a loose end, my friend." "And in my business, loose ends don't fare so well." "What do you think, Jesse?" "Okay, so, what do you want, the, uh, SKU number or the serial number?" "Give me both." "Okay." "We got Bravo, Alpha, Six." "Bravo, Alpha, Six." "Four, Foxtrot, Charlie, Echo." "Four, Foxtrot, Charlie, Echo." "How much longer is this gonna take?" "Oh, um... not long." "Thank you, Jesse." "We'll round up these little friends of yours." "I guess, um..." "I guess I won't be going to Berkeley this fall, will I?" "No, but, uh, we'll find some other state institution with a library in it for you." "Will you let me tell my parents?" "I'd rather they hear it from me." "Sure." "Captain." "Chief Johnson." "Once again, you've managed to send your entire squad of elite detectives into the field, this time to apprehend a group of suspects that could have easily been picked up by patrol." "Murder suspects, seven of them in all." "Teenagers." "So, lots of parents to deal with." "Look, whether or not you like it, whether or not I like it, frankly," "I have to finish this audit, which I means I need to speak to your people." "No you don't." "You're questioning my investigation and my orders." "That audit should begin and end with me." "But it won't." "Excuse me." "Professor Banks, uh, we have just finished arresting all those responsible for the murder of Ashley Reed." "Yeah, I heard about that, a burglary ring gone awry." "Good for you." "Of course, the real irony here is, if I had actually been having an affair with Ashley, if I walked her to the door and gone inside... she might still be alive." "Well, that's the best justification for adultery" "I've heard in a long time." "Anyway, um, we are officially sorry about any misunderstanding, and you're free to go home." "Thanks." "But it's been made quite clear to me that I don't have a home to go to anymore." "I'm...sorry about that." "I know this all happened during a difficult time in your marriage." "I certainly know how hard it is to be accused of things you haven't done." "Yeah." "I'm not exactly innocent, though, am I?" "That's the trouble." "I cheated on my wife and my family more than once, honestly, because I thought I could get away with it." "But not every mistake can be fixed with an apology, no matter how sorry you are." "Excuse me." "Well, you're owning up to what you've done." "That's a start." "At what?" "== sync, corrected by elderman =="