"captioning made possible by warner bros." "[insects buzzing]" "[buzzing intensifies] [crowd murmuring] watch your backs." "watch your backs!" "hey, guys, please, please." "hey, come on, guys." "you want to cut us some slack, huh?" "guys, you're not helping, all right?" "come on, huh?" "guys, we're all wearing the same color, all right?" "[indistinct talking] [indistinct radio chatter]" "come on, can we get him out of there?" "there's nothing i can do about it." "you're not helping at all, all right?" "just a little cooperation-- that's all we need." "as soon as we can, i promise." "come on, guys, cut us some slack, huh?" "we'll get him out." "guys, come on." "you know, it's time to get him out." "just chill out." "chief says that's it." "...knew about it." "[siren blaring] give us a little respect, too, ok?" "move him out now!" "[siren]" "just calm down, ok?" "calm down, just calm down!" "you're not helping!" "hey." "[all talking at once] thank you, lieutenant provenza." "thank you very much." "chief johnson." "commander." "where's chief pope?" "he had an appointment with an attorney this morning." "i'm not even sure he knows we have an officer down." "but i spoke to the captain of central." "well, i'd like to speak to the captain as well, but i don't need his entire division here on the street." "one of their own is lying dead in that warehouse." "it's one of our own." "maybe if you let us clear detective martin's remains-- i haven't examined them yet." "i understand that, but when an l.a.p.d. officer dies in the line of duty, we never leave him lying next to the scumbag who killed him." "that's because when an officer is murdered on the job, you usually find them within minutes, not 2 days after the fact." "now, i have a lot of questions about what happened here, and i don't need this crowd trying to bully me." "they should be encouraged to leave the scene and go on about their business." "not meaning to be presumptuous, ma'am, but imagine that it's sergeant gabriel lying dead in this warehouse." "would you be out here waiting to pay tribute to their sacrifice, or would you be in your office going about your business?" "you know what we're supposed to do!" "i take your point, commander." "i'll get this out of the way as quickly as possible." "look, we're all on the same side." "let them do their job." "let them do their job!" "uh, she might get mad at me for telling you this, but daniels probably shouldn't be here." "why?" "when we both worked at central, she dated martin for a few months." "i'm only mentioning it 'cause down the road some lawyer might want to make-- got it." "so, who's the other dead guy?" "the suspect detective martin killed?" "ze'ev barak." "part of a drug distribution ring." "ecstasy." "about 6 months ago, he caught a couple of his teenage dealers overcharging and pocketing the change." "u.c.l.a. sophomores." "he shot them to death in their apartment." "and we know this because?" "martin and his partner worked with an informant." "captain of central has his name vaulted." "still waiting for the murder book, too." "where was detective martin's partner?" "martin was officially off duty." "so he met this guy here alone, without backup?" "where did detective martin live?" "long beach." "ok." "how'd they get in?" "side door was unlocked, and we found a key in martin's pocket." "all right, then." "thank you, detective daniels." "now, if you wouldn't mind waiting outside-- actually, if it's all the same to you, chief-- i'm sorry, but it isn't all the same to me, daniels." "so if you wouldn't mind waiting outside, and you can make sure that central division stays a respectful distance." "i'd appreciate it." "thank you." "lieutenant tao, what do we think happened here?" "it looks like they fired at the same time." "tim martin got it between the eyes." "as he fell back, his weapon discharged at barak." "just looking at him, the way he's lying, i bet his spinal cord is severed." "this drug dealer had awfully good aim." "detective martin's lips seem to be decomposing at the same rate as mr. barak's." "and you're looking at second instart maggots in his eyes." "same over here." "mm-hmm." "still eating en masse." "gathered around the wounds and soft tissue openings." "that's consistent with saying they both died saturday morning?" "gabriel?" "lieutenant flynn, when s.i.d. starts collecting d.n.a. in here, please walk the elimination samples from both of these men through our lab and have that done tonight." "detective sanchez, we'll be working with central division on this." "they'll be in the murder room as well." "i'd like you to keep an eye on them." "lieutenant tao, i want a ballistics trajectory report from the morgue a.s.a.p., please." "let's see how this gunfight played out." "so, lieutenant provenza, summing up what we know so far-- alone and on his day off, detective tim martin enters an abandoned warehouse in downtown los angeles, 30 miles from his home in long beach." "by coincidence, mr. barak, a murder suspect in a double homicide martin is working, happens to enter the same warehouse." "they both draw their weapons and fire at the exact same time." "fatally wounded, they instantly drop dead where they stand." "what would you say the chances are it happened like that?" "apparently, 100%." "chief, you should see this." "lieutenant provenza, let's clear this place out as quickly and honorably as possible." "thank you." "yes, ma'am." "can you blow this out, please, and help us clean up martin?" "yeah, the last thing we need is stuff flying out from under the sheet when we carry him out." "then the people will really hate our guts." "relax, flynn." "people hate your guts already." "thank you, officer." "you're welcome, chief." "tick tock." "chief johnson, this is captain leahy, central division, and martin's partner detective lawrence xavier." "i thought you might like to talk to them." "sir." "ma'am." "is there anything i can do to help?" "yes, there is." "is this a picture of the informant that you and detective martin were working with?" "no." "does he have anything to do with the barak case?" "no, ma'am. he just owns the warehouse." "because it says here that he's wanted for questioning in connection with the murder of an l.a.p.d. officer." "and considering the mood of your division... circulating this man's photograph puts his life in danger." "so, what i need you to do, captain, is to find out who created this flyer, how many were distributed, and have every single one of them returned to me." "2 days!" "let's go!" "[crowd murmuring] and i need you to order your troops to stand down." "because while you have my sympathies, captain, a righteous call of an officer down is my job." "tim martin is not a job to me, ma'am." "he was my friend." "wait a second." "ok." "attention!" "you could've told me about it in person, in advance. what-- yeah. i can't talk about this now." "becau-- yeah, well, i'm sorry you feel that way, but we just lost a 15-year veteran in a shootout, and that's actually more important than you are at the moment." "leahy, is it true your people were circulating 100 flyers of some guy who was not connected to the crime?" "i got 98 of them back." "and where's detective martin's partner?" "detective xavier is waiting in commander taylor's office with the murder book and the informant packet." "all right, so unless you'd like to start collecting your pension tomorrow, central had better back off and allow priority homicide to do its job." "you're dismissed." "sir." "oh, uh, captain, i'm so sorry, but i'm afraid we're really gonna need all these flyers." "because otherwise, we can't-- that's good enough for me." "98% is fine." "go on, captain." "you understand that this is not a picture of the informant that detective martin was working with, and as long-- i don't want to talk about this anymore." "[door slams] you left a police officer lying next to the man who shot him, and that is never done." "the reason i left detective martin lying there is that police officers are trained to fire in bursts, and martin only put one shot into barak. one." "and the bodies were lying close together, too close." "and what was martin doing there in the first place?" "now, he and detective xavier were working with an undercover informant, and i need to question him." "you can't release the informant's name to law enforcement." "well, how i am supposed to talk to him, will?" "what if he's not just--just waiting by the phone?" "why is it that you can never do your job without constantly complaining about everything?" "the informant was guaranteed anonymity." "you can release his name to one other member of your squad, and that's it." "now, i've upheld your authority with the entire department looking on." "but when a police officer is killed, we expect closure, quickly and completely." "is that clear?" "yes, it is." "your attitude, however, is a complete mystery." "uh, chief..." "yes." "uh, lieutenant tao's put together a preliminary ballistics report, and i think before we talk to xavier, you should, uh, see what he's put together." "how graphic is it?" "no morgue shots." "all right, then." "all right, then, let's see what we've got." "so... why isn't this... wha--ugh... oh, first i should say, the bullets we pulled out of those college kids, the double homicide tim martin was working, they match barak's gun." "uh, lieutenant provenza, are you eating chocolate in here?" "thorry." "i thought we agreed to keep snacks with processed sugar out of the murder room." "if y'all have to have candy, please do so in the hallways in the electronics room." "or you might try giving it up." "since i stopped eating all that crap, i have more energy." "and i'm sleeping better, too." "um, what about nuts?" "excuse me?" "are my nuts allowed in here?" "do they have sugar on them, lieutenant?" "no. they're salty." "well, there's your answer, then." "what about the slug in detective" "what about the slug that was taken out of detective martin's head, lieutenant tao?" "also from barak's gun." "and the bullet that killed barak was from martin's weapon." "but then we start to have problems." "it seems like martin fired first from about 15 feet." "his bullet grazes the top of barak's heart, shatters the spine, and barak falls dead." "so... barak falls dead and his gun discharges?" "no. couldn't have." "because martin was shot from 4 feet away, and the entry wound shows the bullet was fired from a crouching position, not from the ground." "so even if we supposed martin fired and walked towards the body, barak would've been paralyzed." "he couldn't have fired at all." "but barak's gun definitely killed detective martin?" "it did." "there was a third person in that warehouse." "i'm so sorry this is taking so long, detective xavier." "i think i have the basics now." "so, ze'ev barak murdered 2 young men who were dealing x for him, and leaves their apartment, demanding his cousin ari cohen drive him to the airport." "ari says he had no idea barak intended to kill anyone, and after the shooting, he offers his testimony in exchange for immunity." "but how do you know that your informant didn't kill those men and blame it on barak?" "the kids fought back." "barak got cut." "we got good d.n.a. samples of the killer from the apartment where the boys were murdered." "nothing matched ari, so we paid him $25,000 to fly up to vancouver and get the routine 2 samples off his cousin." "but the d.n.a. samples he brought back didn't match the guy who killed the kids?" "they didn't match each other." "look in section 6 of your murder book there." "mr. informant submitted d.n.a." "from 2 different people-- males, relatives." "didn't hit anything from our crime scene or our database." "so, looks like barak's death is good for ari-- doesn't have to testify, his cousin's partners won't know he's a snitch, and... he got $25,000." "in cash." "so, he met with the police regularly at the warehouse?" "whose idea was that?" "ari's. one of his friends wanted to sell it, so he paid ari to show it around to anybody who wanted to look at it." "did you have keys to the side door?" "no." "so why do you suppose martin went there on his day off?" "i don't know." "any reason martin might go to the warehouse and not want you around?" "look...here's the thing." "i got on this case late." "tim had been working with detective hubbard before me." "they'd been partners since, like, the early nineties." "then hubbard takes family leave because his wife died and his kid had cancer." "me and tim, we'd only been partners 2 months." "and is it standard procedure for people from central division to meet with murder suspects on their own?" "no." "on their days off?" "no." "if i look at your qualifying test, who will i find is a better shot, you or martin?" "me. because tim had problems-- when martin didn't show up for work on monday, you talked to your captain about it. why?" "linda... his girlfriend... martin's girlfriend, she called me saturday night to say that-- you work...on saturday?" "are these difficult questions, detective?" "because i think they're fairly simple." "were you at work on saturday, or should i look it up?" "i was home." "linda called me because tim had a date with her and he stood her up." "so i tried to get in touch with him, left a few messages, and when he didn't get back to me, i drove down there sunday morning, knocked, looked through the flap of the door," "and saw his mail from saturday." "and had you been there before, to his apartment?" "no. no, i almost didn't go this time." "see, standing up girlfriends is martin's way of usually letting them know he's about to wind things down." "and when i say that, i don't mean he's a bad cop." "just a jerk when it came to women." "anyway, when he didn't show up on monday, i went to captain leahy." "thank you, detective xavier." "that's all for now." "ma'am." "by the way, have you been offered counseling?" "excuse me?" "you seem to be holding back the natural grief one feels at losing a partner and fellow officer." "perhaps you can get some help with that." "for the time being, um, the name ari cohen is our little secret, sergeant." "i'd like you to find him for me, please." "but don't identify yourself to anyone you call as a police officer." "i'll be back in about an hour or two." "all right. ok." "i was gonna stop by du-pars and pick up a pie, too, but with this diet you're on, i didn't think you'd feel comfortable with more pastry in the house." "oh, i wouldn't." "and it's not a diet, it's a life change." "either you control the sugar in your life, or the sugar controls you." "and it ages you." "i--i read this book, and i'm just-- i'm--i'm over it." "ok." "i just--i just don't want sugar anymore." "um, i'm just-- i'm finished with it." "ok." "i really am." "i believe you." "by the way... the, uh, escrow on my condo is about up." "i was wondering if you'd thought over what we talked about." "you know, 'cause otherwise, there's a position in behavioral sciences." "it's been suggested i put in for it." "it would mean me moving back east." "but, uh, you know, it would give me a chance to move up the f.b.i.'s food chain." "fritz, i-- i don't want you to go." "a-and, of course, i've thought about... it--i just... see, m-moving in together... i don't... there's..." "what?" "there's all these problems that would have to be worked out." "what?" "well, like what?" "well, like getting a new phone, for one thing." "because you couldn't answer mine when my parents call." "that's not really a...problem." "and i--i can be just impossible." "yeah?" "i like it that you're impossible sometimes." "well, what if you stopped?" "s-stopped liking me?" "if i was gonna stop liking you, i would've done it already." "but... well... look, i--i haven't had a lot of success living with guys, and... it could just ruin everything." "yeah, but, you know, if, uh... we're trying to sort of become closer, you know, more like full partners... living together would give us a chance to see what that would be like." "[telephone rings] [ring]" "[ring]" "[ring] it's work." "i know we're having a serious-- [ring] hello?" "what?" "how long ago?" "it's lieutenant provenza." "they found our informant." "though how he knows... all right. i'll--i'll be there in about 20 minutes." "ok. bye." "i love this, trying to have lunch together more." "it's nice." "and, uh, we'll talk about this, all this... yeah, sure." "later. just-- this evening or something." "this reluctance of yours, it has nothing to do with what's going on with pope, does it?" "what's going on with pope?" "his wife served him with divorce papers last friday." "you didn't know?" "no." "what do you do for a living, again?" "if you're not going to talk to him...sir, we'd like to take him to central." "yeah, but i don't give a flying you-know-what where you'd like to take anybody." "is that right?" "yeah, that's right." "hey!" "hey!" "i'm getting your captain on the other end of the line here, so you want to park your asses somewhere?" "did i not say to keep quiet about our guy?" "he's not "our guy."" "he's the guy from the flyer, the owner of the warehouse." "michael dietz." "he's been roughed up, too." "i got chief pope down here as soon as i got back." "back from where?" "from..." "ari cohen's house." "he's not there." "newspaper is stacked up over the fence." "neighbors said they haven't seen him in over 2 weeks, so, i'm gonna have to try to find-- my fault, i'm sorry." "thank you, sergeant gabriel." "you were right." "we should've pulled in those other flyers." "never mind, will." "it's fine." "lookit, this guy's a friend of ari's." "maybe he can help me find him." "no, no, no. dietz cannot know that ari was an informant." "and besides, thanks to central division, we may have a civil suit on our hands." "i need to calm him down in an official kind of way." "i can manage this." "you look tired." "why don't you head on home?" "please don't use the techniques you employ in there... on me." "something you'd like to know, ask me." "well, i--i didn't think it was any of my business." "i just...i heard you were getting a divorce." "that's all." "i'm not getting a divorce." "estelle's getting a divorce." "you know, the job, the hours-- she's seeing someone else." "they're getting married." "so no alimony." "she doesn't want our kids because he doesn't want them." "so there's that." "and you know, well, at some point, it'll stop hurting, and i'll just hate her and go on with my life." "oh, will, i'm sorry." "i really am." "you know what?" "let's, uh, discuss it later." "we have a murdered officer to deal with, and central division is going nuts." "all right." "now, will, i'm not complaining, but ballistics suggests that there was someone else in that warehouse when martin and barak were killed, and i really need to talk to this informant, ari." "i really do." "who was martin's partner before xavier?" "hubbard." "he's on family leave." "his 10-year-old boy's got cancer." "he's at the hospital 24/7." "well, you know where to find him, then." "all right, then." "all right." "yeah." "mr. dietz." "[door closes] my name's william pope... [muffled voices]" "[machine beeping]" "[telephone ringing] it's hard to believe tim's gone." "[indistinct p.a. announcement] i should've gone with him." "but my wife-- please." "my wife died 4 years ago, [clears throat] and, uh, charlie-- that's my son... i thought..." "charlie deserves to always have one parent around." "when you said you thought about-- so how's, um, your son doing, is he ok?" "uh, well, you know, bone cancer's tough." "first we, uh, tried an experimental therapy." "didn't work." "now we're looking for a bone marrow transplant, but you need an exact match." "thank god my wife's parents have a lot of money." "any luck?" "uh, i tested, and, um, no." "i struck out." "but, you know, lots of people have volunteered." "charlie's got a website." "he, uh, keeps a diary of everything we're doing here." "people write in, and the website has a link." "thanks." "check it out if you'd like to." "thank you." "i will. i will." "thank you... for that." "i'm--i'm so sorry about your partner." "[sighs] yeah." "it's just unbelievable." "i can't think of why-- why he would go down there alone." "you knew about it, then?" "the meeting?" "with ari?" "yeah." "yeah, i helped set it up." "you called ari?" "after he brought back those screwed-up d.n.a. samples from vancouver?" "no way." "no, he called me, uh, last... wednesday." "and ari says he wants to meet." "and i told him, call tim, which i guess he did, 'cause, you know, tim phoned me, said that ari was coming back saturday morning and would i go with him, 'cause--'cause i handled ari better." "charlie had a transfusion that morning, though." "did ari say anything about bringing barak?" "no. i mean, if we had known that barak was coming, we would've had, you know, surveillance." "we would've brought in sharpshooters." "that's a dangerous man." "any idea why tim might not want xavier to go with him?" "well, maybe-- oh, hey, partner." "where are you going?" "ultrasound." "don't worry." "it's nothing." "ok." "are you working?" "nah. i'm--i'm just giving some background to these detectives on an old case." "keep him busy for a minute." "i want you to work." "please work." "well, maybe i should go with you." "no. you shouldn't." "you're driving me crazy." "[chuckles] all right." "bye." "all right, good-bye." "all right, when you get back, i'm gonna kick your butt in monopoly again." "charlie:" "you wish." "[chuckles] i wish?" "[indistinct p.a. announcement] oh, god." "[chuckles] he never gets down." "i just..." "i couldn't do that." "and--and we were talking about tim and why he might not want xavier to go with him to the warehouse." "and--and i was just wondering if it had anything to do with tim's girlfriend." "why--why would you think that?" "well, she called xavier at home to find out why tim stood her up, and i was wondering how she had xavier's home phone number." "well, there was some, uh... overlap there between xavier and tim." "you saying tim moved in on xavier's girlfriend while xavier was still dating her?" "maybe she didn't like xavier as much as he thought." "that's..." "something a guy has to come to terms with sometimes." "or not." "i can't believe martin was still pulling that crap." "look... i don't want to get xavier in trouble." "yeah, well, i need to talk to this girlfriend, and right away." "so, detective hubbard, what's her full name?" "um, please?" "and to be dragged down here after everything that has gone on and read my rights like i was some common criminal or something-- miss linda salk." "i'm deputy chief brenda johnson, and i am very, very sorry to have kept you waiting on what must be a terrible day for you." "linda:" "it is a terrible day." "guys, this is a surveillance center, not a concession stand." "my boyfriend is dead-- and i'm not your maid, ok?" "why don't you calm down, buzz?" "if you're going to treat me like a criminal, shouldn't i have an attorney?" "oh, we'd get into such trouble if we gave legal advice." "i was trying to get you in and out, but if having a lawyer would make you feel more comfortable, you just call one, and we'll wait." "that's the nice thing about working for the government-- you get paid for just being here." "that's how you're treating tim's death, as an overtime opportunity?" "well, i was going to ask you some questions, but-- what do you think i could know?" "i'm not sure, ma'am." "but there was a third person in that warehouse, and we're trying to figure out who that could've been." "i'm only bringing it up because you were the first person to report him missing, and you're licensed to carry a handgun." "and i carry a handgun because it is my constitutional right to do so." "and i have an ex, who is also a cop and likes to drive by my house sometimes at night and flash his brights in my window." "he even knocked on the door at tim's one night, drunk." "are you talking about lawrence xavier?" "i am." "if he intimidated you, why didn't you report him?" "linda: because tim talked me out of it." "he said he'd put a stop to it, and he did." "and i only got one more call from lawrence, complaining about how much money he had wasted... [voice shakes] on our dates, and so i sent him a check for $1,000, by messenger." "and you know what, he cashed it, too... asshole." "and you know what?" "i paid for most of the stuff that tim and i did together, and anyway, you know what, i don't really care about this stuff." "detective martin was hurting for money?" "he's a cop. you know?" "he's not made of money, and i pull down enough for both of us." "i'm a top salesperson for suburbans in the southland," "3 years going." "excuse me." "[blows nose] did detective martin ever mention his job?" "the barak case?" "because he and detective xavier were working it together." "did he say he was meeting someone saturday morning?" "did he mention a name?" "uh... yeah." "there was an informant that... i wasn't supposed to know about--ari." "ari cohen?" "maybe. it was a jewish name." "and this ari guy had gone to vegas, and tim thought that he was coming back." "no one in here heard that name." "damn." "[indistinct chatter]" "[telephone rings] and i broke it off with him." "that's really all i had to say." "well, thank you, detective daniels, for sharing that information with me." "i, uh... [sighs] i asked lieutenant tao to drag ari's credit cards, and, uh, we found out where he's staying in vegas." "he's racked up some pretty good cash advances, too, but, um, we don't have any authority in nevada." "well, i think that we can, uh, talk him into a quick trip home." "so, sergeant, tell me, um... how did you know that detective martin had a thing about women who were seeing other guys?" "no answer?" "because... you were awfully quick about that info about daniels having dated him." "and you were at central, too, at the same time." "could it be that you experienced some overlap with martin as well?" "hey, you know what?" "martin couldn't have been less interested in daniels until i asked her out for dinner." "ok, we went out on 2 dates, and then suddenly-- suddenly, he's all over her." "which i don't care about anymore." "i mean, it was years ago." "but the experience daniels had with martin disqualified her from working on this case, and not you?" "daniels had an intimate relationship with the man." "i barely knew him." "well, that's a variation of what i said to her." "because we have a team here, it's working, and i'd like to keep it that way." "however, to be perfectly clear, you held back information about the victim, and you shouldn't have." "what did you want me to say?" "well, obviously, you could've spoken more on sexual pathology, which, as you are aware, sergeant, is the most difficult aspect of our personality to change." "and which, as xavier proves... martin couldn't change." "and that's relevant to this investigation?" "that martin never changed?" "oh, sergeant, it's key." "any news, gentlemen?" "ok, we got back the d.n.a. results from the warehouse, the elimination samples on barak and martin." "and?" "barak's blood matches what we found at the brentwood crime scene." "so we take that along with his gun, and we can be pretty sure he did those two kids." "good. case closed." "what's the problem?" "well, the other elimination sample from the warehouse." "uh, detective martin, what about it?" "it matches one of the samples we paid our informant $25,000 to bring back from vancouver." "martin booked samples of his own d.n.a.?" "and that of one of his relatives." "i don't know if he swapped out what he got from the informant or if he ever even paid the guy." "i'm uncomfortable suggesting martin had his hand in the till." "this is a guy who was killed while trying to arrest a murder suspect." "well, we don't know that, commander." "in fact, all we know for sure is that someone else was there." "our informant is in vegas." "i'm not saying that bringing him back will make him safer, just the opposite, maybe." "the name's already starting to come out in her interrogations." "chief, i don't think he's going to remain anonymous much longer." "and we don't want to get into a race with central." "and there's stuff i have to ask him-- and now this d.n.a. thing." "all right." "how long will it take you to find him?" "lieutenant flynn and provenza could go to vegas tonight and bring our informant back by tomorrow morning." "i can authorize that trip for you." "thank you." "gentlemen, you can get the informant packet from sergeant gabriel and when ari gets here, i want detective xavier in the room with me." "all right, then." "i gotta run an errand, so thank you very much." "chief johnson." "yes." "i just want to make sure i understand why you're bringing detective xavier back in." "i want to question him." "why?" "uh, because i need more answers." "did you ever ask him where he was last saturday morning when the murders were committed?" "because... i looked into it, and he was at home, on the phone for 2 hours." "well, his line was busy." "that doesn't mean he was on it." "i'm trying to help you here, chief." "xavier has an excellent record, and...yes, tim martin, he might have been a womanizer." "but if you can't tell how much people respected him around here, you're not looking." "trust me, i see it." "if you end up smearing a man who gave his life to the badge-- i have factored your concerns into how i'm dealing with this case." "anything else, commander?" "no, ma'am." "i'm, uh, just trying to be of assistance." "charlie:" "and thanks for the message you left on my website, too." "i check it, like, 6 times a day." "oh, you put that website together all by yourself?" "well, i had a little help from my dad." "hey." "hey." "hi." "chief johnson, what's up?" "here you go." "i'm so sorry to intrude, but i--i think i might be in a position where i might really, really need your help tomorrow." "[indistinct chatter] you know as well as i do how hard it is to get a homicide detective to confess." "the moment i mirandize him, a lawyer will appear and i'll be dead in the water." "so i need to take him completely by surprise." "well, i--i heard xavier had an alibi." "oh, it'll fall apart in the dryer." "look, i know you cared about tim." "and you're the only person left who knows this case from front to back." "somebody is lying." "and i think if i have you there and if xavier and ari don't know about it, somebody's gonna trip up." "ma'am... if i come downtown and try and help you to arrest xavier and you don't have him cold-- and i mean on ice-- my whole division will turn against me." "[sighs] you said you wished you'd been there for tim last saturday." "there's nothing we can do to change that, but you can be there for him tomorrow." "i'm putting you at odds with your entire division, and i'm so sorry about that, but i won't get this confession without your help, detective." "tim martin was your friend." "please." "i certainly hope you know what you're doing, for both our sakes." "[dialing]" "lieutenant tao?" "yes, thank you." "um, i need you to do me a favor." "it has to do with that sample of d.n.a." "that we haven't identified yet." "[indistinct chatter]" "so, he's not in his room." "and i think we've pretty well determined he's not over here." "and where did you get that shirt, anyway, the eighties?" "your ex-wife loved it." "said it was easier to unbutton than anything you ever wore." "put your glasses on, old man." "turn around and take a gander." "ari's right over there playing blackjack." "and there's 2 open seats next to him." "now, i say that we put him under tight surveillance for an hour or so." "you're kidding me, right?" "that's a $25 table." "there's an a.t.m. next to the cashier, and i am feeling lucky... sorry about that, chief." "give me $100." "i already gave you 100." "you're way up." "so what?" "you know where the a.t.m. is." "besides, i say we cash in." "all right." "fine, fine, fine." "we'll cash in." "come on, ari." "you're cashing in, too." "hey, hey, hey." "don't touch me." "who the hell are you. anyway?" "l.a.p.d. we're here to give you a lift home." "put that away, huh, you stupid-- ok." "oh." "look... i'm not leaving." "and--and you can't do anything to me here, anyway." "oh, really?" "hey!" "hey, everybody, listen up." "i want to tell you about my friend ari." "shut up, you idiot." "you're gonna get me killed." "hey, moron, now imagine us doing that only on television." "and all of your cousin's friends find out that you're a snitch." "and don't forget to tip the dealer." "let's go." "[cat purring]" "[telephone rings] [telephone rings]" "[sighs] how do they always know?" "hi, mama. how are you?" "uh, i'm good." "i'm at work, but i have a minute." "is everything all right?" "great aunt who?" "[door closes] uh... mama, is this someone i've even met?" "no, no. i just ran upstairs." "i'm out of breath." "uh, i don't know where santa clarita is." "it's just north of here." "all right. i'll send her a get-well card or something." "uh, can you spell her last name?" "e-u-l-e-s-s... mama, i have never met this woman before in my life, i swear." "well, what's wrong with her?" "oh, for heaven's sake." "look, if she's been in a coma for 2 years, how much worse can she get?" "[sighs] i can't talk about this right now because i'm about to interview a serial killer who just stabbed 30 people to death." "all right." "all right, then." "ok. bye." "you got time for some coffee before you head into work?" "i do. i just-- i have to get changed, and i want to look a little stern." "well, that shouldn't be a problem." "hey, i forgot to ask you, did you ever talk to pope... about how he's doing with the divorce and everything?" "in passing." "i haven't had time to get into details." "i'm trying to think through how martin and barak were murdered because i know who did it, and i'm pretty sure of the motive, but i'm just not sure how." "and i'm only gonna get one run at this, so pope is not high on my radar right now." "you can bet you're on his." "you watch." "he's gonna ask you out again." "oh... just so you know." "and he's not gonna care that we're dating or... whatever." "yeah. some guys are like that." "will's not like that." "yeah, well, you can think what you want." "i don't trust him." "what?" "are you wearing your gun?" "yeah." "can i have it?" "well, what's wrong with yours?" "in case you hadn't noticed, i'm off duty." "so, would you let me borrow yours, for a minute, please?" "could it really be that simple?" "bang." "what are you doing?" "trust me." "trust me." "now, walk towards me, like you're trying to find out what i'm doing." "i am trying to find out what you're doing." "bang." "see?" "that's how i shoot barak with martin's gun." "and then i shoot martin with barak's." "that's how." "because he knew barak was coming." "that's how." "that's how." "that's how, that's how, what?" "that's how what?" "i'll call you about dinner, ok?" "ok. no, wait." "no, wait, wait. brenda-- when are we gonna talk about" "about everything?" "[elevator bell dings] ari cohen is here." "oh!" "daniels has him in an interview room with detective xavier." "and central division has arrived en masse." "they think you're about to arrest xavier for murder." "i mention that because having him sit next to an informant with a camera trained on him kind of makes the guy look guilty." "well, maybe you have an idea where i can place detective xavier where he wouldn't look guilty." "or maybe you think that tim martin, whom everyone says was such a good cop, went into that warehouse alone." "where was our good cop's backup then?" "why didn't his partner go with him?" "those are excellent questions, but they're not evidence." "and if you don't get a confession and you try to make an arrest... it's not gonna be a real crowd pleaser." "not that i don't have confidence in you." "i'll get the confession, will." "never you mind." "i'll get it." "ma'am, thank you very much." "thank you." "did you make the match?" "any minute." "you don't have it?" "it's coming." "um, lieutenant tao, i need to start this interview, and i you don't finish, i could be up a nasty-smelling creek with no paddle." "just go slow." "as soon as the match comes through, i'll bring it directly to gabriel." "hmm." "here." "for all our sakes." "please." "thank you." "mmm." "here's the earpiece." "there's a new battery." "oh, thank you, buzz." "thank you very much." "i thought we were taking him by surprise." "well, i'm moving on to plan b." "ma'am, i want to note you've used your investigation to smear tim martin's reputation." "and in this department, that's just not the way we play ball." "well, captain, if you don't like the way i'm doing things, you're free to take your balls and go straight home." "ok." "so...when i flip the pages in my notebook, you give me a true or false, ok?" "yeah." "all right, then." "now, detective hubbard, i just want to thank you for volunteering under such extraordinary circumstances." "and i think that everyone who cared about detective martin will truly appreciate what you do here today." "good morning, detective xavier." "and the elusive mr. cohen." "here you are." "so kind of you to join us." "i was dragged here against my will, and all i'm going to do is plead the fifth." "you can't plead the fifth." "i can't?" "it would be a violation of the agreement you made with the d.a. to be a cooperating witness." "so, if you plead the fifth, i'll arrest you as an accomplice in a double homicide, so please, mr. cohen, do take a seat." "oh." "well, i--i-- i didn't understand what this was all about." "no one explained it to me." "i don't even know why i'm here." "because... someone's lying." "and i thought if i got you and mr. cohen together here, i could figure out the truth." "are you saying i've been dishonest?" "you told me you'd never been to detective martin's house, and i have a witness who contradicts you." "yeah, well, she's a lying bitch!" "the kind of lying bitch who deserves to be stalked by a cop?" "who should be harassed under the color of authority?" "that kind of bitch?" "do i need an attorney?" "i don't know. do you?" "so, tell me, mr. cohen, how well do you know detective xavier here?" "were you in contact with him regularly?" "no." "i met him exactly one time." "that's probably true." "that's what tim told me." "that seems to be right, chief." "and you went to vancouver to collect samples of d.n.a. from your cousin." "who did you give those samples to?" "detective hubbard." "where is he, anyway?" "that's true. and then i gave them to tim." "ok. hubbard says that's true." "ari handed him the samples, and then he gave them to martin." "but those samples turned out not to be of barak." "yeah. and we asked him to get more." "i done what they asked." "they messed up, not me." "what did they expect me to do, go back, ask him to spit in the cup?" "my cousin was a psycho, not an idiot." "you never did crap." "probably never went to see barak in the first place!" "then why did i call you on wednesday and tell you he was coming to town?" "he never mentioned barak was coming." "ok. that's probably not true, chief." "xavier: that's bull..." "you never called me at all!" "that's right." "ari: i called detective hubbard." "i told him i had arranged to meet ze'ev at the warehouse on saturday morning, but they said that you guys-- that is not true!" "he asked to meet, and i told him to call tim." "all right, ok. did you hear that, chief?" "we never heard anything about a meeting, with you or anybody!" "are you sure, detective xavier?" "you're taking this lying scumbag's word over mine." "i already told you, martin never mentioned it." "and all this stuff about d.n.a." "happened before i was even on the case!" "so what does this have to do with me?" "!" "gabriel:" "chief, tao's here with your papers." "i'll be back in one minute to answer that." "[kicks chair] ok, i have to hurry now, because i'm about 2 minutes from having to read someone their rights." "thank you." "detective hubbard, please." "yes, ma'am." "i need your help getting these d.n.a. results in order. ok." "see if this is right." "ok." "barak's blood from the brentwood crime scene." "yeah." "barak's blood from the warehouse." "a match." "that's right." "and then here... martin's blood from the warehouse, which just happens to match up with one of the samples that ari brought back from vancouver." "what?" "well, the two d.n.a. samples that we thought were obtained by your informant, one was actually that of tim martin, and the other was one of his male relatives, which lieutenant tao has just identified... as your... son." "or i guess i should say, martin's son, by your wife." "we matched it up against the online database where you posted charlie's bone marrow, looking for a donor." "my guess is, you didn't know you weren't charlie's biological father until the doctors checked to see if you're a possible transplant candidate." "isn't that right?" "and so you began to wonder who charlie's father really was." "and you knew your partner, didn't you?" "you knew him very well." "and martin never volunteered to have his own bone marrow tested, did he?" "see, we went on charlie's website where he thanks everyone who's volunteered, and martin's name isn't on it." "i guess he was afraid you'd find out the truth." "it's pretty awful, really, that he cared more about that than saving his own son." "but then, he knew you pretty well, too." "so, when ari came back from vancouver with barak's d.n.a., you switched them out with samples that you took from your partner and charlie, just to make sure you were right." "and, i suppose, to see if martin might be a possible match for a transplant." "but he wasn't." "also, on this blog your son keeps, he lists what happens to him every day in the hospital." "last saturday morning when you said you went with him for a procedure, a transfusion of white blood cells, well, the specialist got called away and the procedure was canceled." "and when charlie finally came back to his room, you weren't there... and didn't come back for... an hour and a half." "look, listen... tim shot barak." "the bullet was fired from his gun." "but martin didn't have his gun." "he'd given it to you." "oh, why would he do that?" "because you asked him for it." "because you volunteered to go with him to the warehouse, and he agreed because you were the partner he trusted." "and you really needed that gun, didn't you?" "because detective xavier and ari are both telling the truth, and you were the only one who knew that it wasn't an informant who was about to walk through the doors at that warehouse, but an armed psychopath." "my guess is that you shot barak as soon as you were sure that he was close enough for it to be a clean kill, and while martin was freaking out, demanding to know what you were doing," "you told him to trust you." "didn't you?" "you walked over to barak's body, you knelt down beside him, took his gun, and while martin followed you demanding an explanation, you shot him dead between the eyes." "isn't that right, detective?" "by the way, does charlie know... that tim's his real father?" "i mean... i only ask because once you bring a lawyer into this, tim's son will have to be deposed." "tim's son?" "i wonder what effect that will have on charlie's health?" "knowing you're not his real dad, i mean." "tim's son?" "how do you suppose charlie's gonna react knowing that you gunned down his father in cold-- i'm his father!" "charlie's my son!" "i taught him how to walk!" "and i taught him how to read!" "and i taught him... [sobbing] i've been with him through 7 surgeries and 38 procedures." "and where was the great tim martin when it mattered, huh?" "huh?" "where was he... when charlie's life was on the line?" "where was he?" "where was tim martin?" "i don't know, detective hubbard." "but i know where he is now." "i saw his brains splattered all over the floor of an abandoned warehouse while his body was being eaten by flies." "and i can't help but think... you may have overreacted." "you can't... you can't tell... charlie about tim." "you--you won't do that." "i can." "and i will." "hey, hey, hey." "write it all down... and we'll get you a deal from the d.a." "you can wear a bracelet and stay with charlie until his illness... resolves itself." "even though intellectually, people understand you did the right thing, emotionally, there is gonna be some fallout over all of this, between you and the department." "between your squad and the department." "we can cope with that." "[clears throat] i know it's late, but... i thought you might have time for a...drink." "or dinner, if you're hungry." "and as i remember things, you're kind of always hungry, aren't you?" "well, i...i am." "but, um... well, dinner, um, i already have plans." "sort of a... celebration. with fritz." "oh... yeah, i heard he might be leaving town." "uh, behavioral sciences, right?" "that's...good for him." "no, no." "he's not taking that." "no, um, we're celebrating because he's... moving in. next week." "well... uh, well, that's great." "congratulations." "yeah, well, we'll see." "big step." "but, uh, lunch tomorrow, i could do that." "i have to meet with my attorney at 1:00 tomorrow." "we'll find a moment somewhere." "all right, then." "uh, thanks for supporting me." "it meant a lot." "sure." "my pleasure." "my job, actually." "right. well... good night." "good night. and, uh... good work." "oh, thanks." "thanks." "[elevator bell dings]" "captioning made possible by warner bros."