"fritzy!" "the movie's ready, and i got dinner set up on the coffee table." "fritz: i'm coming." "oh... what happened?" "what's going on?" "you left the patio door open, which i have told you one billion times not to do." "where's kitty?" "kitty?" "here, kitty, kitty kitty, kitty." "kitty?" "kitty, where are you?" "kitty?" "kitty?" "psst, psst." "kitty." "to eat." "to eat." "let's to eat, kitty." "kitty?" "kitty?" "kitty?" "kitty, kitty." "psst, psst, psst, kitty." "to eat." "to eat, oh... kitty, kitty, kitty." "kitty." "kitty!" "to eat?" "she's not in the back." "ohh!" "kitty, kitty, kitty kitty, kitty... kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty." "we'll walk the block." "poor kitty." "he's probably terrified." "she--she's probably terrified." "and while we're out, we'll leave the door open and we'll put some food out for her." "kitty!" "oh!" "oh!" "kitty?" "kitty?" "fritz, i told you not to leave the door open!" "oh, kitty." "come back here this instant!" "kitty!" "kitty, kitty, kitty kitty, kitty... kitty?" "kitty?" "kitty!" "here, kitty, kitty, kitty." "hello." "hey, jerry, what's up?" "what?" "oh, no." "no, not yet." "why?" "kitty!" "yeah, ok." "yeah. i can work this case for you." "oh, i see." "he's there already?" "no, no, no." "put him on." "somebody tried to murder a protected witness at one of our safe houses here in l. a." "killed the guy's wife and an fbi agent instead." "gabriel is there, and he wants to talk to you." "good evening, sergeant gabriel." "uh-huh." "all right, where do you need me to be?" "you have a safe house next to a race track?" "it's not mine." "it's the fbi's." "heh!" "let me get tim hecht, and i'll find you in a minute." "so, sergeant, what do we have here?" "a big mess." "possibly a shootout." "we've blocked off the crime scene and set up our equipment." "but the fbi investigates the death of federal agents, and they aggressively do not want any more of our help." "they actually drove through our crime scene tape and put up their own." "daniels:" "fancy, isn't it?" "so we're all gloved up and no place to go." "isn't one of the victims the wife of a protected witness?" "yes, ma'am, and i thought that made it partly our case, but apparently... the protected witness is sitting over there in the garage." "some old mafia guy." "he was in the back of the suv." "saw the whole thing." "i'm guessing we have a little jurisdictional problem." "no. we don't." "miss scarlett to the rescue." "excuse me, ma'am." "excuse me, ma'am?" "deputy chief johnson, lapd." "ma'am, excuse me, please. please stop!" "you're interfering with a federal investigation." "i am?" "oh, excuse me." "one second." "lieutenant tao, would you please have s. i. d." "shut down our work lights, please?" "you can't do that." "we need the lights on so that we can do our work, all right?" "hey!" "hey!" "hold on!" "you'll be needing this, i believe." "special agent tim hecht, meet deputy chief brenda johnson." "charmed, i'm sure." "hecht:" "that's agent doherty in the driver's seat." "he was baby-sitting my protected witness martin deluca." "that's deluca's wife, michelle." "her husband was seated behind her." "where were they going?" "it was their third wedding anniversary." "we'd arranged a dinner at a nearby restaurant." "it wasn't just business with the delucas." "they were more like family." "i'm so sorry, agent hecht." "i suppose that's partly why you arrived at the crime scene so quickly." "marty telephoned me." "i told him to call 911 and to sit still until your people could get here." "does this safe house come equipped with a monitoring system?" "yes. apparently, it was disabled." "how did that happen?" "we're looking into it." "so you said that agent doherty was baby-sitting the delucas." "where were you?" "i had an appointment with the u. s." "attorney's office about the upcoming trial." "this ambush wouldn't have happened on my watch." "martin's here to testify?" "in 48 hours." "he's testifying against joseph dellamonte." "he's a big-time mob boss." "she knows who the dellamonte crime family is, tim." "marty deluca worked for joseph dellamonte's father." "well, first thing's first." "we need to get mr. deluca transferred to our-- hold it." "hold it. hold it." "you're not taking him anywhere." "he is in federal custody." "i need to question him." "excuse me." "wait a minute." "we are responsible for deluca's safety." "you're doing a bang-up job." "chief pope, a federal agent is down." "that makes this crime scene ours." "is mr. deluca's wife a federal agent, too?" "no. lieutenant provenza, lieutenant flynn, if you'd take charge of the witness, please?" "sir." "special agent howard and agent hecht, right?" "my office in two hours after chief johnson has a chance to interview deluca." "will, i can't agree to this." "if you don't agree, don't come." "that sound fair to everybody?" "good." "pardon me." "flynn:" "let's go." "you never murder your own blood." "you never kill a guy's family." "you never take out a federal agent--never." "this new dellamonte generation-- they're like terrorists." "scum." "can you walk me through exactly what happened before the shooting?" "um, michelle and i..." "that's my wife... we got ready for dinner." "agent doherty was driving." "nice kid." "very respectful." "we entered the garage through the kitchen, got into the suv, and i usually sat up front, but michelle's stomach hasn't been right since she lost our baby a couple of weeks ago." "so, anyway, i..." "i had her take... ohh... excuse me." "i had her take my seat." "and then?" "agent doherty opened the garage, and as we started to back out, some guy stepped out in front of us and started firing." "so, i guess, doherty's foot hit the gas pedal, and we backed down the driveway and hit a tree." "and he was dead." "so i grabbed his gun." "and as the killer came toward me, i fired at him, and he ran off." "then i heard his car start and drive away as i tried to get to my wife." "did you see his face?" "yeah." "i didn't recognize him, though." "this joey dellamonte's got all these new people surrounding him now." "but the shooter stepped into the headlight right before he opened up on us." "and i saw him." "i called, "watch out!" to my wife." "but there was no place for michelle to go." "i ducked... and she died." "anybody else would've done the same thing." "chief, we've got him looking through photos of known associates of the dellamonte family." "as soon as someone pops out at him, we'll have gabriel start looking." "mm-mm." "pardon me." "thank you so much, sir." "taylor: agent hecht has all the casings, bullets, and the murder weapon collected from the crime scene, and he's refusing to share." "i told you already, commander, you can have access to all the evidence you want when you return deluca to me." "ok. let's just talk about exactly how we might run this joint investigation." "wh--there is no joint investigation." "i'm afraid you'll have to return deluca to agent hecht." "i'm sorry." "deluca stays here." "what?" "where do you get the authority to hold him?" "he's in my building surrounded by hundreds of police officers." "i think that's all the authority i need." "that's extortion." "yeah. take a minute and get over it." "chief johnson, if special agent howard ultimately agrees to a joint investigation, have you given any thought to how we might proceed?" "uh, well, first, we need to figure out how the murderer could have known of mr. deluca's whereabouts." "so i need the fbi to obtain phone and email records of everyone with access to that information." "then i'd like to question joseph dellamonte, who's currently in federal detention." "and i'd like lieutenant tao to examine the bullets, casings, and weapons involved." "oh!" "and a list of everyone against whom mr. deluca agreed to testify." "that would be nice." "you're kidding." "she's not, actually." "and in return, we will share custody of deluca with agent hecht, who may stay with him at an lapd safe house, which will be the cheapest two-bedroom hotel suite we can find on short notice." "with flynn and provenza." "want to make agent hecht as comfortable as possible." "hecht: 10 years of research, 4 years of active surveillance, two years of trial preparation, trying to bring the dellamonte family to justice." "and in two days, martin deluca is required by law to step into a courtroom, raise his right hand, and tell the truth about joseph dellamonte!" "and custody of his person will return to me!" "and if you do anything to interfere with that, and i mean anything... what am i supposed to accomplish in that amount of time?" "solve the case." "please." "yes, mama, i know some people take pictures of their pets, but i did not." "no. of course, kitty didn't run away." "i take very good care of him." "her. her!" "you take good care of her." "fritz left the door open." "give me the phone." "give me the phone!" "well, he's not used to having responsibility for a pet." "you know what?" "you are driving me crazy right now." "across the board." "mama, did you take a picture of the cat or not?" "ok, good." "i'd appreciate that." "no, no, no." "have jim email it to me at home." "ok. you'll be the first to know." "i love you, too." "bye." "gabriel: so, here's the guy deluca thinks might be the shooter-- tom cali." "here's his file." "tom cali's a soldier/enforcer for dellamonte." "he's got arrests going back 10 years for assault and fraud." "last month, he vanished." "he was reported missing by his wife." "sometimes these guys lay low for a while before a hit." "right." "uh, do we know yet how the monitoring system at the safe house was disabled?" "well, the fbi said they'd get back to me on that, but they have not." "let me see what i can do." "detective daniels, do we have the phone and email records from deluca's security detail yet?" "no." "in the spirit of honest cooperation, i'll make sure you have all those things before noon." "lieutenant tao, tell me we got lucky tracing the gun that killed the victims." "we did an acid test to see if we could find a registration number-- no luck." "no prints on the weapon or the ammo clip." "and we found all 4 shots from the gun deluca took from agent doherty." "how are we doing on our attempt to interview joseph dellamonte?" "we're having a hard time getting him out of the federal detention center for a visit." "ok. let me get you a writ." "i've got the judge's number right here." "you know what i can't stand?" "everybody treats these mafia hoods like they're something special." "dellamonte, deluca... if these weren't white guys in suits, you would just ignore them, right, fritz?" "that's enough, detective sanchez." "uh, hello." "lapd detective sanchez." "could you hold for just a second?" "thank you." "it's for you." "special agent fritz howard of the fbi." "to whom am i speaking, please?" "listen, i'm sorry, fellas, but i'm not very hungry." "we have to put some food out." "you don't want it, don't eat." "what happened, tim, huh?" "what happened?" "marty, i'm really sorry." "look, we got guys working on this every which way, but you got to concentrate on your testimony." "dellamonte has to be punished for killing michelle." "by doing what?" "sending him to jail for the rest of his life?" "what difference does that make to michelle now, huh?" "whoa, marty, marty, do me a favor." "step away from that fence." "and you got to put on one of these." "yeah." "for my safety, right?" "here you go." "used to be, you took a guy out, there were rules." "don't shoot him in his house, don't hit his wife, and never your own blood." "never." "nowadays, it's hard drugs, identity theft, illegal arms deals." "and it's coast to coast, too." "no more territories anymore." "and no respect, either." "no loyalty." "no honor." "and on my third anniversary, too." "what a thing to do." "what a thing to do." "man: marty was a killer, a guy who shot people my pop didn't like in the back of their heads." "i don't need hit men." "my family runs a legitimate business now." "joseph, please, don't talk." "prison food's making me sick." "they followed through on the pastry platter." "i'll live up to my end of the bargain." "mmm. nice." "i'm not gonna say anything that's gonna get me in trouble 'cause i'm clean." "i didn't even know marty had a wife." "who would marry him, anyway?" "so this is the guy who finally brought a successful version of the mafia to l. a." "well, looks like he flosses, you know, goes to the gym." "also has an mba from harvard business school." "and if i'm not mistaken, waxes his eyebrows." "brenda: mr. goodman, this is not a courtroom." "save your speeches for the jury, please." "miss johnson, i am offended by the implication that i would try and knock off marty deluca when he doesn't know anything about me." "besides, i work differently than my father, miss johnson-- not with violence, but by identifying and exploiting the weaknesses of my adversaries, knowing the person who sits opposite the table from me." "it's how i win." "mmm. come on, come on." "have one." "so you're not afraid of martin deluca's testimony?" "he's only talking to the fbi because nobody else will listen to him." "he's a dinosaur." "sipping espresso with his pinky in the air, yapping about tradition, and just when it hits marty what a nobody he is, the bureau makes him feel like a big man." "right?" "gives him a house, takes him around the country to spread lies about my business." "we got you on tape to deluca ordering a hit on a bartender who slept with your ex-wife." "goodman: yeah, you have martin deluca calling joseph in the middle of the night and attempting to entrap him while on the federal payroll." "that's tom cali." "does his name ring a bell?" "he's a friend of yours?" "mr. deluca identified him as the man who killed his wife and agent doherty." "tom cali isn't my friend." "in fact, last i heard of cali, he was hanging out with agent hecht, too." "though, i haven't spoken to anyone who's seen him recently." "have you?" "oh, sorry." "excuse me." "ronald goodman." "yes?" "who is this?" "mr. goodman!" "it's for you." "chief johnson." "i am looking through the phone dumps of all the people who knew where deluca was being held." "you are calling me on the phone of joseph dellamonte's defense attorney." "do you know that?" "yes, ma'am, i got the number from agent hecht's cell records." "agent hecht's also been talking to tom cali." "thank you, lieutenant tao." "i'll be right out." "there is a line between a vigorous defense and a criminal conspiracy, and if i find out that you have crossed it... what's with the crown royal bag?" "i keep my gun in it when i'm off duty." "it was marty's idea." "the bags are supple." "helps keep the gun dry." "plus, it looks snazzy in the glove compartment." "yeah?" "hey, provenza." "you should try keeping your gun in one of these things." "you think?" "oh, hey, chief." "uh-huh." "um, yeah." "mm-hmm." "no." "no. why?" "hey, hecht." "uh, you mind bringing some of those plates, huh?" "astros beat the cards." "how are my dodger boys doing, huh?" "you want to wash or dry?" "put your hands up on the windowsill where i can see them." "you're making a big mistake." "yeah. whatever." "now, you listen to me real good." "i'm gonna disarm you, and if you make one move, your brains go out that window, you understand?" "yeah." "hey, provenza!" "you want to come in here?" "i could use a hand." "got a little bit of a mess to deal with." "maybe you two should take mr. deluca someplace else for the time being." "there's never anyone in the gym." "fine." "mr. deluca, i'm so sorry for the fuss." "how you holding up?" "this is all a big mistake." "tim is the only guy in the world i trust." "he always has my back." "well, it's been my experience the guy that's got your back usually is the person that sticks a knife in it." "yeah. and i love you, too." "tim was best man at my wedding." "he paid for the anniversary dinner michelle and i were going to." "i help him in his work." "he would never, ever try and kill me." "never." "i understand your feelings, mr. deluca." "but there's still some questions that i need answered." "tao: chief." "excuse me." "so... huh?" "yeah. yeah." "that's it." "yeah. when you finish dressing up your gun in your little handbag, you and your pal want to join me in the gym?" "ahem. see, another nice thing about this bag is how much it pisses flynn off." "i like it that you always try to see the bright side, provenza." "well, sunny disposition, marty." "that's how i get through all the bullshit around here." "ok." "this is the weapon that killed agent doherty and michelle deluca." "the hammer has been shaved down, so it won't snag if it's drawn quickly." "and these grips?" "custom-made." "so we are dealing with a professional hit man." "thank you, lieutenant tao." "that's very helpful." "hey... if someone shaved down the hammer and customized the grips, isn't it possible they've modified the gun in other ways as well?" "sure." "when s. i. d. looked for prints, did they also look inside the weapon?" "they did not." "could you do it right now?" "i might need some help from s. i. d. personnel, and they're really backed up." "why don't you just give them their usual incentive, and i'll reimburse you." "hecht flew into flagstaff two weeks ago." "stayed 14 hours." "then went right back to d. c." "but i checked with mr. deluca in a roundabout way, and he said that hecht hadn't checked in on them in a couple of months until he came to drive with them to l. a." "does hecht have any other protected witnesses in flagstaff or the surrounding area?" "no." "so, then, why would he fly to flagstaff and not check in on marty?" "why not just wait and do what he had to do 3 days ago when he flew to flagstaff to take them to l. a. ?" "have we figured out how the monitoring system on the safe house was shut down?" "it was on its own circuit." "somebody flipped the breaker about 10 minutes after hecht logged out." "so hecht flies to flagstaff and doesn't check in on his witness." "he calls dellamonte's lawyer and tom cali from his own cell phone." "and then he leaves the safe house just seconds after the monitoring system is shut off." "well, i don't know what his explanation is for all this, but i can't wait to hear it." "taylor:" "washington won't give us agent hecht's personnel file, and they want us to hand him over now." "and deluca with him." "and frankly, i'm beginning to think this whole mess looks like a problem for the justice department." "well, actually, maybe this isn't the best moment for the fbi to investigate itself." "well, all i can say for sure is that i haven't had enough time to prepare for this interview." "we can't hold an fbi agent much longer without some good evidence." "all right, buzz." "can you get me the earpiece, please?" "here you go." "thank you." "lieutenant tao's working on something for me." "so if he has some good news, i want to hear about it." "yes, ma'am." "thank you." "oh, uh, better if i do this one without you." "why is that?" "i'm gonna have to do a little bit of what i do to you at home." "what the hell is going on in here?" "agent hecht, would you like to have a seat?" "i am an agent of the federal bureau of investigation." "you cannot pull me in here at gunpoint and question my integrity." "agent hecht, i'm trying to clear your name." "do you think that the lapd had anything to do with raising these trust issues?" "of course not." "this is entirely the fault of the fbi." "they insisted we disarm you." "in fact, if it weren't for the lapd, agent howard... so when you're at home, does she blame you for everything?" "well, lately." "... your apartment and computer files right now." "hecht: why?" "i don't understand." "you knew where the delucas were staying." "you logged out of their safe house 10 minutes before the monitoring system was shut down." "you planned their night out, but you didn't go with them." "i had a meeting with the u. s. attorney about the trial." "after 3 successful prosecutions together, and 3 more to come, by the way, i know how lawyers need to treat marty on the stand." "all right, listen, agent hecht, i'm just gonna be perfectly blunt because your bosses are gonna tell you the same thing when you go in for your polygraph-- my polygraph?" "!" "why am i being given a lie detector test?" "agent howard has proposed a theory that mr. deluca doesn't really know very much about the dellamonte organization, that his testimony consists largely of information that you have given him to memorize, that you're suborning perjury." "that is a lie!" "martin deluca is the only member of the dellamonte family to ever turn state's evidence, and i'm the one that convinced him to do it." "hey, don't get mad at me." "i'm just the messenger." "marty and i tell each other everything." "everything!" "ok." "there is no coaching necessary." "and then there's the stuff with you and tom cali." "tom cali." "what does he have to do with this?" "marty picked call's photograph out of a packet of known dellamonte associates and identified him as the shooter." "and agent howard has learned that you and tom cali were spending time together." "cali's got nothing to do with this." "do you know where he is?" "have you seen him?" "no." "why did you go to flagstaff two weeks ago and stay there for 14 hours?" "michelle deluca had to visit a doctor for a female thing, and the fbi screens all professional contacts like that." "physicians, dentists... mr. deluca said he didn't see you." "is he lying?" "no." "and i thought you told each other everything." "ok." "i've just got one last bit of business here." "these are your cell phone records, and along with, um, several calls made to tom cali... 3 days ago, you apparently made contact with ronald goodman, joseph dellamonte's defense attorney." "and i was wondering if you'd like to share with me what you and ronald goodman had to discuss." "buzz: chief, lieutenant tao found a thumbprint inside the murder weapon." "i am not gonna answer that." "and if you ask me one more question, i'm invoking my right to counsel." "if you need a lawyer, i hear dellamonte has a good one." "and you already have his number." "chief, lieutenant tao found a clean thumbprint on the murder weapon." "it was on the frame underneath the left grip." "pristine." "ran it through afis." "got a match." "oh, this just gets worse." "you know this man?" "yeah." "he's a professionally trained killer, but not by the mob." "then by whom?" "by the united states government." "he was a sniper, honorably discharged after the first gulf war." "now he's a small arms entrepreneur." "basically, a licensed gun dealer." "so if you know him, maybe hecht does, too." "has the bureau been actively tracking this man's whereabouts?" "yeah, well, sort of." "tao: you don't have to go too much out of your way." "moran keeps a schedule on his web calendar. see?" "it's a list of gun shows he's appearing at this month." "gabriel:" "moran gets around." "is he in san diego now?" "maybe not last night." "he doesn't look much like tom cali, does he?" "maybe he just sold tom cali the weapon." "you know, i can impress on the san diego pd how much we want moran picked up." "how soon?" "that would be very much appreciated, commander, thank you." "we don't have time for this." "it'll take hours for moran to get here, and i can't download stuff." "it's just a picture." "but i have to print it out, and it's always a problem!" "look, if you want to go home and look around and see if kitty has come back, why don't you just say so?" "i want to go home and see if kitty's come back." "see?" "that wasn't so hard." "oh, chief." "are you leaving?" "uh, no." "i'm... no. what?" "what is it?" "i got the report back from the morgue." "i don't know if it means anything, but the autopsy showed michelle deluca didn't lose her baby after all." "she had an abortion?" "thank you, detective daniels." "you think that's important?" "agent hecht thought so." "now we'll just have to figure out why." "computer:" "you've got mail." "oh!" "gosh." "oh, sorry." "it's ok." "look at how easy this is." "now, for identification purposes, pictures aren't that good, even for people." "but here. why don't you try this?" "oh, can't you just do it for me?" "please?" "ok." "there. see how easy that is?" "can you, uh... copy it into a thingy and... make a flyer, and put our address on it?" "oh..." "hey." "kitty will come back." "i don't mean to be silly." "he's just a stupid cat." "she's... just a stupid cat." "loving her isn't silly." "ok?" "and by the way, did you ever get kitty spayed?" "bad kitty!" "bad, bad, bad, bad!" "and look at you." "you are a mess!" "what have you been doing?" "i know you're good at your job, honey, but i don't think kitty's gonna answer you." "fritzy says you have the right to remain silent." "you know, when you think about it, do we ever really know what kitty's doing when our backs are turned?" "she's probably partying every day while we're at work, inviting other cats over, smoking catnip, scratching herself in odd places." "deputy chief brenda johnson's line." "hey, sergeant." "that's great." "when exactly do you expect moran to arrive?" "gabriel: we read him his rights, and he's called for a lawyer." "but we found a fully automatic weapon hidden in his van, so his ass is ours." "oh. perfect." "thanks." "now, if you could get agent hecht to my office and keep him there, please." "and, detective daniels, if you could ask lieutenants flynn and provenza to bring mr. deluca along." "i want to interview agent hecht in front of mr. deluca, at least to begin with." "thanks." "mm-hmm." "want to go see a gun dealer with me?" "why?" "want to blame me for something else?" "no, in fact, i want to do for you what agent hecht wouldn't dare do for marty deluca." "what's that?" "explain everything." "moran: i'm not talking without a lawyer." "if i were you, i'd waive my right to counsel." "really?" "why would you do that?" "because carrying a concealed fully automatic weapon in your vehicle is a federal crime that could have you doing some serious time." "mandatory 10-year sentence." "so if you don't waive your right to counsel, i'll have to have agent howard here arrest you, and then it's out of my hands." "of course, if you choose to cooperate, i may need to test this weapon to determine if it's fully automatic, make sure it works." "and that could take 5 years, depending on how quickly you get with the program." "wow. that's a good deal." "whoops!" "now we're testing your weapon in 4 years, 3... two..." "hold on." "hold on!" "i waive my right to counsel." "that's great." "your fingerprints were found on the frame under the grip panel of this gun." "is that what this is about, my prints being on one of 300 guns that i sold last year?" "this one was used in a homicide, and i was wondering if you might remember how many. 45 caliber sigs with custom grips you sold last year." "7 or 8 with custom grips." "3 with the hammer shaved down." "who'd you sell them to?" "i don't know names." "you want to show me a picture, maybe you have me pick somebody out of a lineup." "no. pictures aren't reliable, and i don't have time to set up a lineup." "no, i think i prefer to settle this issue with a handshake." "buzz, do you have your video camera handy?" "yes, ma'am." "right here." "ok, i need you to set it up by the murder board." "i have some evidence i need to film." "and, detective sanchez, i need you to provide a police escort for me." "for who?" "right this way, mr. deluca." "tim. it's not true, is it?" "you had nothing to do with this, did you?" "thank y'all so much for coming." "we have quite a few things to clear up, and a pretty serious deadline." "so i'm just gonna jump right in." "mr. deluca, did you know your wife had an abortion?" "mr. deluca, if your wife had an abortion-- please don't use that word." "let's just say she lost the baby, ok?" "so you knew your wife was terminating her pregnancy?" "she told me after. yeah." "two weeks ago, yes?" "yes." "and when michelle planned that procedure, would the physician have to have been screened by agent hecht here?" "well, yeah, but we didn't always... this wasn't the kind of thing that michelle wanted to discuss with anyone but me." "as i told this young fella here, tim didn't come to flagstaff until the night before we drove to l. a." "but agent hecht was in flagstaff two weeks ago." "and though he might not have seen you, he did see michelle." "in fact, i'm pretty sure he went with her to the doctor." "no." "he wouldn't." "did you do that?" "why would you do that?" "marty, she was gonna have the abortion anyway." "she was gonna have it anyway." "what i did, i did to protect you and michelle." "i was protecting you like i'm protecting you now." "protect me?" "well, you don't have to do that anymore, 'cause the deal is off." "i don't testify for you no more. no more." "marty, let me explain." "no, let me explain!" "i do nothing for you ever again, you hear me?" "nothing!" "nothing!" "nothing!" "all right, all right, mr. deluca. thank you." "you can wait outside." "sergeant gabriel." "god!" "joseph dellamonte could walk because of you." "you can sit right here, mr. deluca." "how you holding up, marty?" "i, uh, can't talk to you right now, provenza, i'm sorry." "sure. it's all right." "i have plenty of paperwork to do here." "hecht: why would you end one of the most successful partnerships the fbi has ever had with a mob informant?" "so you would tell me the truth." "i'm not telling you anything." "you've already told me plenty." "for example, just now, you said you and marty were partners." "and earlier today, you said," ""i tell marty everything. "" "so, did you, for example, tell mr. deluca that you were trying to turn tom cali against the dellamonte family?" "did you ask his advice?" "report on your progress?" "did you inform mr. deluca that tom cali had gone missing and was presumed dead, because if you did, it would explain why mr. deluca thought it was safe to identify tom cali as the killer." "you knew the first time she asked you about call what marty had done." "didn't you, tim?" "and you were at the deluca house 3 days ago when the call to joseph dellamonte's lawyer was made." "is it possible, sir, that you loaned mr. deluca your cell phone during that time?" "pope: agent hecht?" "agent hecht." "i suggest you answer the question." "who watches the delucas when you're not around, sir?" "anyone?" "they don't need anybody to watch them." "apparently, they did." "michelle and agent doherty were murdered by a professional killer." "we know that." "and what is martin deluca, sir?" "when your back is turned, could he, say, drive out of state and purchase a weapon?" "could he have put that weapon in his luggage, knowing that he was traveling by car from flagstaff to los angeles?" "did you search your partner, sir?" "did you show your partner how to use the monitoring system at the safe house?" "you can't do this!" "we've got a very important trial tomorrow!" "so martin deluca could put his wife in the front seat of a federal vehicle, he could step out of it, shoot her to death, along with one of your fellow fbi agents, stage the crime scene," "while framing you in the process, and you just turn your back and ignore it all because you want to put a mob family in prison?" "sir, i believe you have lost your perspective." "no, no. he loved her." "he couldn't have killed michelle." "but he had to." "because to marty's way of thinking, she killed his child." "and he may be a little confused about what traditional family values are, but he isn't one to mess around with them." "and you knew that, agent hecht, which is why you took michelle to the doctor and you didn't tell marty about it." "but he knows now." "and your relationship with him is over." "so i want you to stop protecting mr. deluca and start telling me the truth." "it is your turn, sir, to be the witness." "oh, that's a very good story, ma'am." "but when you get in a courtroom, you're gonna need a little evidence to back that up, and you don't have any." "oh, yes, i do." "in fact, he's coming into my squad room right now." "sorry to meet up again like this, buddy, but it was you or me." "agent hecht." "agent hecht!" "marty!" "marty, it's a trap." "mr. deluca, i see you've met mr. moran again." "marty, don't say anything until i get you a lawyer." "marty, what's this all about?" "you killed my child." "you killed my child." "marty!" "marty!" "flynn: drop your weapon." "everybody, stop, and i'll let him live." "provenza: marty." "drop your weapon and i'll let you live." "stop right there." "sorry about this, provenza." "sorry about this." "hey, marty." "drop your weapon." "can you hear me?" "you drop your weapon!" "detective sanchez, detective sanchez!" "this is commander taylor." "give me 3 r. a. units, 10 black and whites, third floor now." "now!"