"where the hell have you been?" "the game starts in 10 minutes." "it took me a half an hour to get this piece of crap started." "i think we should take your car." "i'm just sayin'." "dodgers, giants, perez versus schmidt, skybox tickets, and we're late because you drive the only car they ever stole in mexico and brought here to sell." "there anything you wanna tell me?" "what do you--you think i know something about this?" "i have never, ever seen that woman before, alive or dead." "wait a minute. wait a minute." "what the hell are you doing?" "i'm calling it in. what do you think i'm doing?" "do that, and 5 minutes from now, this place'll be crawling with cops." "man, man, come on. think." "would you rather spend the next 2 hours standing in my driveway, filling out paperwork or sitting in a skybox at dodger stadium?" "i promise you, when we get back from the game, blondie here will still be dead." "what the hell are you doing now?" "i'm taking some pictures." "do you mind?" "game starts in 5 minutes." "hey, relax. how about if we pretend like we're police officers?" "all right, all right, look, if my car starts, we go to the game." "if it doesn't, we stay, and we deal with this." "woman: *... for the land of the free * * and the home of the brave *" "she couldn't have gone far." "you look left." "i'll look right." "if i was a dead body, where would i go?" "tao." "mike, andy flynn." "yeah, can you do me a favor?" "can you check and see if there's been any rollout in the past hour?" "can i help you two?" "thanks, commander, but it's more a question of us helping you." "commander taylor?" "yes?" "can you look at this, please?" "it's her, right?" "yeah, but in your garage, she definitely was dressed and not cut open." "all right, move-- move away from the body." "both of you, move-- move back. back." "why?" "commander, priority homicide is taking over this crime scene." "the hell you are." "you don't have the authority to take over this investigation." "chief johnson sent us." "with me, with me, with me." "what the hell is going on around here?" "i just got off the phone with taylor, who was angrier than i've ever heard him, and you know what that's saying." "will, i have no idea what you're talking about." "since when do you allow flynn and provenza to walk off the streets and try to take over crime scenes?" "first off, will, you yell at me when i don't delegate authority, and then you yell at me when i do." "oh, come on." "don't give me that." "give you what?" "i'm-- i'm tryin' to figure out how to run my squad to keep you happy." "well, you can start by telling me what is so important about this dead girl that flynn and provenza would disrespect taylor like that in front of a dozen officers." "well, this dead girl-- woman." "whatever. sorry." "it's not every day a body turns up... in that condition." "mutilated corpses are a dime a dozen around here." "yes, but the way she was mutilated." "cut open, probably for drugs." "that makes her what, the third this year?" "yes, but how many mutilated corpses turned up... where she turned up?" "in a secluded strip of land off sepulveda?" "do you have any idea who owns that land?" "no, i don't, but since you have all the answers, why don't you tell me?" "you know what, will?" "i don't appreciate your condescending tone, and i don't enjoy being grilled like i'm some suspect off the street." "now, i'll explain everything when i have all the information, which is coming in downstairs, where i'm not, so if you'll excuse me." "yeah, i'll excuse you for now, but i can't speak for the rest of parker center, and eventually this will have to be explained." "everything all right, chief?" "what do you think, sergeant?" "!" "where are provenza and flynn?" "!" "that was not a rhetorical question." "where are flynn and provenza?" "!" "off duty." "clearly they are not off duty, because they're taking over crime scenes." "detective daniels, get on the phone and find them." "now. now!" "did i ever once imply that i would allow y'all to make up the rules as you went along?" "no." "definitely not." "not a chance, chief." "are you aware that this is exactly the type of conduct i was brought to this department to end?" "uh-huh. yes, chief. definitely" "have you people heard of the word "protocol"?" "i will not be blindsided in pope's office trying to figure what the... heck you people are up to!" "yes?" "what is it, detective sanchez?" "gentlemen, i want an explanation." "well, you know i've been having a lot of trouble with my car lately." "crime scene, lieutenant flynn." "get me to the crime scene." "well, we decided to take my car to the game." "only, when we opened my garage door, there was a body on the floor." "a body?" "um, dead female, caucasian, mid-30s." "when was this?" "about 2 hours ago." "only, we decided not to call it in right at that very moment." "because... skybox tickets?" "!" "when we, uh--when we got back to my garage, the body was gone." "ahem. fortunately, it turned up." "uh, but by then, the victim, uh, had been stripped and cut open." "robbery/homicide was processing what they thought was the murder scene, which we knew it wasn't, so i told commander taylor that... priority homicide was taking over the case." "why would you do that?" "'cause i felt, uh, we needed to take control of the situation." "and how does that seem to be workin' out?" "look, i'm not saying that mistakes weren't made." "do you think so, lieutenant flynn?" "and take off those idiotic baseball caps." "lieutenant provenza, tell me about the death of this woman." "the victim looked like she'd been dead 3, 4 hours when we found her." "well, that's true, chief." "rigor mortis had set in, but there was very little lividity." "in fact, if you take a look at these pictures-- you didn't have time to call it in, but you had time to take pictures?" "i wanted to call it in." "oh, yeah. yeah, sure." "yeah, blame it all on me." "well, it's your damn garage. look, i'm not goin' down for this." "you rat fink." "enough!" "both of you!" "sitting' on this information makes me an accomplice after the fact and twice as negligent as y'all." "what i really should do is call a meeting right now between taylor and pope." "just... go home." "is that how they say, "you're fired, " in the south?" "your garage is a crime scene." "lieutenant provenza, go home and wait for me there." "lieutenant flynn, with me, with me, with me." "you're asking us to participate in an unauthorized investigation?" "it's worse than that." "i'm asking you to be a party to an act of negligence that could compromise your careers." "however, i believe that we can resolve this dilemma if we all work together." "i'll need someone to analyze the photos that lieutenant flynn took from his cell phone, someone to stay in touch with robbery/homicide and report back to me on their progress, and someone, preferably a former s. i. d. officer," "to help process the garage." "and what about sergeant gabriel?" "i think he should remain in the dark." "eventually we might need help from someone who hasn't been tainted by ill-gotten information." "and we have to wrap up the murder without letting anyone know where the body was found?" "that is a necessity." "lieutenant tao, detective sanchez and daniels, the choice to assist is entirely yours." "if you'd prefer to remain on the outside, you'll have plausible deniability, and... i won't think any less of you." "lt. flynn: you can see by the photo that the back door was closed, but later it was open, and the lock was broken, suggesting that the victim or whoever brought her in here originally had a key." "and whoever dragged her out did not." "that also suggests the landlord didn't change the lock before i moved in like i asked, which suggests that i should sue his ass." "do you have anything useful to add, lieutenant provenza?" "uh, yeah." "yeah. the, uh... the victim was wearing heels, but there weren't any imprints, so that means, uh, she didn't walk in." "she was carried in and laid to her rest." "whoever broke in was either in a big hurry or incredibly careless, 'cause i just pulled 3 fresh prints off the door handle." "chief johnson." "yeah, uh, robbery/homicide just got a positive i. d. on the victim, chief." "her name is katherine landis." "katherine landis." "good. i want financials, priors, parking tickets, phone records, anything you can find on her." "right away, chief." "detective sanchez has some info for you." "chief, when i enlarged flynn's photos, i noticed what looked like the edge of an airline ticket envelope sticking out of the victim's pocket." "i matched the insignia to aero escondido, a tiny airline connecting oaxaca and los angeles." "good. find out if aero escondido had any flights arriving in lax in the last 12 hours, and if they did, please locate the security tapes in the 2 hours following arrival." "thank you, detective sanchez. thank you." "chief." "yes." "ahem. you know how i said i--i didn't know the victim?" "well, i didn't, but i-it turns out i have been... i have been reading her mail." "what?" "!" "look, this landis woman was the tenant here before me, and she didn't leave a forwarding address." "so we keep getting information we can't use in a case we don't have." "lieutenant, i want a copy of the coroner's report as soon as it's dictated, and don't show it to anyone else before you show it to me." "thank you." "we are calling everyone who had keys to this garage, starting with your landlord." "aw, jeez." "do we have to do that?" "i mean, my lease is up. if we harass this guy, i know he's gonna raise my rent." "quickly, quickly, quickly." "would you look at this?" "now i have to replace the lock and reset the damn door." "there's no rush. whenever you get around to it's fine with me." "mr. sarkesian, what can you tell us about the previous tenant?" "i believe her name was kathy landis." "ask the neighbors." "excuse me, mr. sarkesian." "i don't think i've made clear exactly who i am." "i'm deputy chief brenda leigh johnson of the l. a. p. d. , and i don't give tickets." "i arrest people." "so unless you're certain that every property you own is in complete compliance with all municipal housing codes, i'd answer my questions without hesitation." "do we understand each other, sir?" "kathy landis lived here 4, 5 years ago while she was pregnant." "give me a screwdriver!" "and the father of her child, did he live here as well?" "no, no. mr. spengler, he and his wife lived in los feliz." "they were paying her to have their baby." "i'm surprised you remember their name, mr. sarkesian." "i remember the people who write the checks." "after the baby was born, they stopped paying." "i never got another dime from that worthless bitch." "hold that thought, would you?" "chief johnson." "det. daniels: they picked up the victim's boyfriend, scott campbell." "oh, thank you, detective daniels." "just try and stall that interview as long as possible." "we're heading back now." "thank you so much for your help, mr. sarkesian." "oh, and, um, since prior to moving in, lieutenant provenza had asked for the locks to be changed and they weren't, i'm obliged to report that violation." "unless of course you might be able to renew his lease at the current rate." "yeah." "thank you." "thank you so much." "when they picked up landis' boyfriend, scott campbell, there was a knife and 20 condoms filled with black-tar heroin in his car." "you think scott campbell killed her for the dope?" "no. she was dead when campbell cut her open." "we know that, because it was after she was removed from lieutenant provenza's garage, and whoever removed the body's not the same person who put it there." "but what if she wasn't murdered, if one of the condoms broke and she overdosed?" "no. the victim would have suffered seizures, thrown up, probably bitten her lips and tongue." "from the angle of her head, i'd say her neck was broken." "aero escondido had one flight arrive this morning, and landis was on it. security tape's on the way." "good. also landis worked as a surrogate, so make sure that tao has the coroner do a pregnancy check." "chief, if you want to stop campbell from saying where he found the body, you better hurry." "why aren't they using robbery/homicide's interview room?" "technical problems with their monitors." "bless me, reverend mother, for i have sinned." "we are all goin' to hell." "don't give me that bullshit." "3 hours ago, i was as close to her as i am to you right now." "you think i wanted to defile her that way?" "i--i loved kathy. we were--we were getting ready to have a kid." "we were gonna be a family." "if you loved her, then why did you kill her and leave her with her intestines-- she was dead when i found her!" "goodness, what have i walked in on?" "you're not telling me anything!" "well, thanks to your allowing robbery/homicide to keep this investigation, the victim's boyfriend is about to confess." "oh, well, that's great." "do you mind if i observe?" "oh, be my guest." "thank you." "thank you so much." "i had to get the drugs, because if i didn't, i was dead." "do you understand?" "actually, no, i don't." "this one looks as guilty as sin, doesn't he?" "start from the beginning." "kathy called me from the airport." "when--when she hadn't shown up 2 hours later, i pinged her g. p. s. phone." "you pinged it?" "i-it gave me her location." "buzz, it is just amazing to me what a suspect will say without their lawyer present." "why, this grilling would grind to a halt if a suspect asked for a lawyer he's entitled to." "oh, no." "oh, no." "no. did y'all hear that in there?" "what just happened?" "i-i'm not sayin' anything else till i get a lawyer." "i want my lawyer." "ok, before i was angry." "now i'm worried, and-- and frankly i'm baffled." "will, this was a complete accident." "and i suppose provenza and flynn trying to take over the murder scene this afternoon, that was a complete accident, too, huh?" "deputy chief johnson, was what just happened down there really an idiotic mistake, or is there something you're not telling me?" "you have information from the f. b. i. , don't you?" "yes." "yes, i--i do, will." "i--i will deny saying it, but this case isn't about one woman cut open for drugs and dumped on sep-ul-vedda avenue." "sepulveda boulevard." "she doesn't even know the name of the street." "there may be evidence that campbell cut open and disposed of 4, 5, who knows how many women the same way in nevada, arizona." "so we're talking about a multistate scenario." "exactly. exactly." "a multistate scenario." "that is it." "and the f. b. i. is within one day at the most of taking over this case." "and wh-what about the d. e. a. ?" "and they involved, too?" "chief pope, i have already said too much." "and i really mean that." "fritz. uhh. i may have made a terrible mistake." "sgt. gabriel: no one's telling me anything." "can't you just level with me?" "is there someone outside, detective?" "det. daniels: uh, yeah." "it's sergeant gabriel." "oh. tell him about the special job we have for him." "the special job." "right. uh... look, david, the chief wants you to pull and copy the baylis murder book and bates-stamp all the copies." "that's like 2,000 pages." "i mean, are you kidding me?" "so when--when you say, "special job, "" "you mean "special" like as in special olympics or special bus?" "i mean, what is really goin' on here?" "chief." "oh." "i found the adoptive parents, the spenglers, who used kathy landis as a surrogate." "what adoptive parents?" "det. daniels:" "i can't tell you." "are you in the ladies' room, lieutenant provenza?" "yeah. i found the adoptive parents." "wait for me-- outside." "dep. chief johnson:" "goodness. why, jeez." "sorry." "fritz, it's my investigation." "i never thought i'd say this, but i need you to make a federal case out of it." "we would never have chosen anyone as unstable as kathy landis, but we tried for years to have a baby." "but after the sixth miscarriage... we decided to find a surrogate." "yeah, we checked around." "the more established services were more than we could possibly afford." "so you found an unlicensed broker." "a total sleazebag attorney named allan roth." "big mistake." "we should have known." "a woman like kathy landis was the only kind that'd have anything to do with him." "but we were desperate." "what kind of trouble is she in?" "it's my sad duty to tell you ms. landis' body was discovered today under questionable circumstances." "a-are you saying she was murdered?" "i'm sorry, but i'm not shocked." "are you?" "honestly?" "you're not surprised?" "kathy landis hung around with people like roth." "socialize with drug dealers and lowlifes, you might end up dead." "when was the last time either of you spoke to or saw ms. landis?" "well, our daughter just turned 4, so that's how long." "dep. chief johnson: did you have much contact during the pregnancy?" "at first, we would bring her food, stuff like that, but then roth kept us away." "when emma was born underweight and with cocaine in her blood, we understood why." "the doctors warned us emma might be developmentally delayed, but as you can see, she's a happy, healthy kid today." "and have you dealt with mr. roth since?" "uh, well, actually, we--we thought about suing him at first." "but we just had so much to deal with, and then we were just relieved to have him out of our lives." "spend 5 minutes with him." "you'll understand." "ah. you get the feeling business isn't exactly booming for this guy?" "uh, yeah?" "allan roth?" "uh-huh." "deputy chief brenda leigh johnson of the l. a. p. d." "this is lieutenant flynn." "we've got a few questions we need to ask you." "yeah, sure. of course." "i'm--i'm just wrapping it up with a client." "can you give me one--one minute?" "we'll be right here." "you know, it turns out the victim and her boyfriend had a business importing mexican folk crafts." "now, the total income over the past 3 years was about $40,000." "yet somehow they managed to buy a house in silver lake free and clear." "i suppose a little supplemental drug income goes a long way." "yeah, no joke." "i mean, this place is like state-of-the-art everything." "there's no baby yet, but their kid's room is totally decked out and ready to go." "look at this. toys." "giant dollhouse." "who are you calling?" "mr. roth." "unh." "every document on this table is privileged." "every document was privileged before you threw them away." "i didn't throw 'em away." "i dropped 'em." "while evading arrest." "is that it?" "did you throw them away or drop them while evading arrest?" "i threw 'em away." "that's what i thought." "now, i noticed that several of your babies went to oregon, washington, nevada." "you do realize that you violated interstate adoption laws." "can we go back to evading arrest?" "absolutely not." "i want a lawyer." "well, if i were you, i wouldn't think of speaking to the f. b. i." "without one." "what--what do we gotta involve the f. b. i. for?" "i'm sure that we can come to some kind of agreement." "i'm not interested in reaching an agreement, mr. roth." "i am only interested in finding kathy landis' killer." "somebody killed kathy landis?" "you know, that almost sounded convincing, mr. roth." "what do you think, lieutenant flynn?" "i had no idea kathy landis was dead. seriously." "oh, no. what?" "what, you think i had something to do with it?" "tell me about the spengler pregnancy." "does--i-- i don't-- completely uneventful." "um, kathy landis gave them a beautiful baby girl." "i believe that baby was born underweight and tested positive for cocaine." "was it?" "i deal with so many couples." "aw, come on, look, i did everything i could to get kathy landis off drugs." "before next pregnancy, i even offered to loan her money so that she could go to rehab. she refused." "you used kathy landis again after the spenglers?" "yeah." "it--yeah." "and i paid for it, believe me." "how was that?" "baby was stillborn." "it was tragic. it was." "it was tragic." "and the sansones-- that's the other couple, they were furious." "they demanded their money back." "you think i got a dime from kathy landis?" "hell, no. i'm still payin' 'em back." "and how recently did you try to collect from her?" "oh, i wrote kathy landis off 3 years ago." "she's a total loose cannon." "and you haven't spoken to her since?" "uh, before you answer that, keep in mind i will access your phone records." "she called me 2 weeks ago." "she--she wanted to be a surrogate again." "i told her get lost." "you know what people look like when they're coked up?" "her eyes were wide, and her teeth were grinding. that was her." "you just said she called you." "are you now saying she came to see you?" "right. yes." "she called me, and then she came to see me." "what?" "!" "mr. roth, i have looked through all your paperwork, and i find nothing related to the spenglers and kathy landis." "yeah, well, you know, i might never have drawn up a contract." "sometimes, when i felt it was appropriate, i would do business on a handshake." "really?" "and have you ever shaken someone so hard you broke their neck?" "let him stew, and we'll find this other couple, the sansones, and where they were when kathy landis died." "what's the point?" "everything we've gotten so far is inadmissible in court." "once the f. b. i." "takes campbell into custody, i'll be able to legitimize everything." "how the hell are you gonna do that?" "coroner's preliminary notes, they confirmed our victim died 4 to 6 hours before robbery/homicide found her." "cause of death: a broken fifth cervical vertebra, which transected the spinal cord." "and was she pregnant?" "highly doubtful. the coroner says landis had a hysterectomy." "chief." "yes." "commander taylor's been pushing discussions between prosecutors and campbell's lawyer." "word is they are very close to making a deal." "if campbell makes a deal with prosecutors, he'll say where the body was found." "yeah, i understand that, detective sanchez." "has anyone heard from fritz?" "uh, i mean, uh, special agent howard?" "then any suggestions on how we can delay a plea agreement being brokered on the sixth floor?" "anything?" "i hoped it wouldn't come to this." "there comes a time in every man's life when he has to be willing to fall on his sword." "looks like, for me, that time is now." "hey, flynn, i'm resigning to save your ass." "would you hang up the phone?" "asshole." "anyway, look, to everybody else here except flynn, i say" "bomb threat." "everybody out." "leave your things." "it's a bomb threat." "stand clear of the building entrance till the search is complete." "please, step back and stand clear until i give you further instructions." "stand clear of the building entrance till the search is completed." "you know you're gotta cough it out. just keep talking." "sorry i'm late." "ohh!" "oh, thank god you're here." "what did i miss?" "uh, it's just a bomb threat." "that's always a drag, huh?" "not always." "so, listen..." "uh-huh." "i ran campbell." "uh-huh." "this guy's a player." "he's way under the radar." "his one outstanding warrant, from when el paso p. d." "caught him with 3 ounces of meth and $4,000 in cash." "yeah. in other words, he's wanted for narcotics trafficking, conspiracy to commit money laundering, conspiracy to distribute... international drug trafficking." "this is one very bad guy with serious ties to the gulf cartel." "i'm takin' him." "cmdr. taylor:" "this is nonsense." "watch your head." "code 4. code 4." "all clear." "i'm not answering any questions without my lawyer." "your deal with the l. a. p. d." "is behind you, mr. campbell." "you're in f. b. i. custody now, and if you don't cooperate, special agent howard will have you thrown into prison as a drug snitch." "do we understand each other?" "good." "now, i want you to know, before i ask you these questions, that i am strongly inclined to believe that you did not kill your girlfriend, and what you tell me now will greatly assist me in discovering who did." "i'm gonna tape-record everything you say." "would you like to waive your right to an attorney?" "yes." "where did you discover the body of katherine landis?" "in a garage, uh, this place kathy used to rent." "and how did you get to the body?" "i kicked in the back door and dragged her out." "and what did you do with the body?" "i... so what happens to scott campbell now?" "well, he rats out his drug contacts to the f. b. i. , and then in a few years, he turns up in phoenix as the nice neighbor in the new house who never has to work." "ahem. i'd just like to say to everyone on behalf of flynn and myself how sorry we are for the things we put you through and how much we appreciate what you were willing to do for us." "lieutenant provenza, thank you so much for that apology." "that was short, sweet, and entirely insufficient." "whoever killed katherine landis is still out there, and no one is looking for her murderer but us." "so the victim's a former surrogate whose boyfriend cut her open for drugs." "that's the big secret?" "actually, no, it's not." "well, when do i find out?" "never." "i need you to accept that you got to this place blindfolded, but from now on, you see everything." "well, do i at least get to know why you're not telling me?" "sergeant, keeping you on the outside was a reflection of how vital you are to this squad." "so why didn't you let me help?" "you did, as someone i knew i could count on when everything else fell apart." "i have half a dozen of the others, but i have only got one of you." "i told you already, kathy landis came to see me 2 weeks ago, because she wanted to be a surrogate again." "mr. roth, the coroner has established that katherine landis was unable to bear children." "yes. no, i know-- yes, i know that." "no, she couldn't have kids." "she--i--i mean, she-- she didn't wanna be a surrogate again." "what i meant is she wanted to use my surrogacy service." "you know, she had straightened her life out, and--and she's-- well, she wanted to-- she wanted to have a baby of her own." "i don't claim to be an expert on child rearing, mr. roth, but i do know that you don't put an infant in a princess canopy bed." "as you can see, katherine landis was preparing for the arrival of an older child." "i'm guessing a 4-year-old girl." "i don't know anything about that." "we think you do." "the f. b. i. is on my speed dial, mr. roth." "we are so close, i'm practically in bed with them." "now, you can continue to lie about what happened between you and katherine landis, and i'll have you prosecuted for selling children, or you can be a cooperating witness and tell me why katherine landis really came to see you." "either way, the stork is dead." "thank you so much for agreeing to speak with us again." "uh, we just got a few loose ends to tie up." "after an interview like the one we had yesterday, it is routine for us to do a basic background check." "we look for prior arrests, reports of domestic disturbances, that kind of thing." "a few weeks ago, a mrs. hensley from next door called the police to say that there was a woman on your front lawn making threats." "well, that's the first i've heard of a police report." "if the commotion was over by the time the officer drove by, i imagine he wouldn't have bothered you." "uh, i spent 3 hours with allan roth today, and he tried to conceal that 2 weeks ago, he'd given katherine landis your home address." "that was a terrible violation of your confidentiality, and he will be punished, but am i correct in assuming that it was miss landis who was creating that disturbance out front?" "2 weeks ago, kathy landis appeared out of nowhere demanding to see emma." "craig argued with her." "she left, and that was that." "and yet the following day, you hired an attorney specializing in custody disputes, and last week a private investigator." "this is a picture taken from a security camera at lax date- and time-stamped 9:25 a. m. yesterday." "mr. spengler, is that a picture of you... escorting kathy landis outside of the international terminal?" "craig?" "i think it would be a good idea if you and your daughter went into another room, mrs. spengler." "honey, i-- ellen, just do what they say." "come here, baby." "give me a hug, big hug." "ok." "i wanna make this clear." "my wife knows nothing about what happened yesterday." "if you can convince me of that and i can convince the district attorney, perhaps he'll allow your wife to maintain custody of your daughter." "kathy landis said she wanted emma, said without a legal contract, she thought she'd get custody." "she'd done her stint in rehab." "my new lawyer thought that would give her a fighting chance." "she's been smuggling heroin." "my daughter's been through enough." "i wasn't about to let her fall into the hands of a drug-dealing degenerate." "your private investigator told you when katherine landis would be returning from the drug run?" "yes." "i knew she wouldn't make a scene at the airport, not when she was carrying, so after i got her into my car, i offered her money if she would just disappear, get out of our lives." "she laughed, said she didn't need any money, all she wanted was her child." "her child." "but you had another option." "yes, and when she realized that i was taking her to the police... she went... crazy." "things got out of hand." "i didn't mean to hurt her." "but you killed her, and you dumped her body off sepulveda boulevard." "sepulveda?" "no." "i was panicked." "i didn't know what the hell i was going to do, and then i remembered that i actually still have a key to the, uh, place she was staying when she was pregnant, so i--i thought that if i left here there," "maybe that would be the end of it, maybewecouldjust go on with our lives." "i'll give you 5 hours to turn yourself in on charges of manslaughter." "this is a warrant." "it lists everything that you and your lawyer will need when you sit down with me and the district attorney later on this afternoon-- baby documents and canceled checks." "and if you would please bring that key to the garage." "i assume that you're a good father, mr. spengler, and a decent human being." "that said, if you try and run, i will make certain that you are charged with first-degree murder and your wife as an accessory." "do i make myself clear?" "all of this... it was just because i want to keep my daughter safe." "you were protecting your own." "i can understand that." "uhh!" "thank you." "well, i have, uh, spoken to the d. a. , and spengler's plea to manslaughter won't reveal where he disposed of the body." "then we're out of the woods." "no. no, no, no." "there is still one piece of potentially incriminating evidence floating around." "ok, look, chief, i just want you to know this kind of thing, it'll never happen again." "oh, i know that, lieutenant." "just like i know that under most circumstances, you two are conscientious and disciplined and... generous." "malloy's?" "that's where you're taking the squad for dinner." "a case of mccrae ridge 1997?" "mmm. my favorite merlot." "heh." "though in a pinch, i'll take beringer howell." "sergeant gabriel likes his suits from fred segal." "daniels loves opium, the perfume, of course." "3 bottles should be plenty." "detective sanchez wants a 47-inch flat-screen tv, and lieutenant tao's son has just been begging him for something called a macbook pro." "you can ask tao how many giga-whatevers to buy." "what isn't on this list?" "oh, i'm so glad you asked." "thoughtful. heh." "the mets are playing the dodgers next month, and agent howard, who truly went above and beyond the call of duty, would just love a pair of... skybox tickets."