[PHONE RINGS]
Major Crimes. Uh-huh.
Uh-huh.
- Hey, chief. - Yes?
Dr. Morales says there's a dead guy at a funeral home.
- Very funny. SANCHEZ: Seriously.
There's a body at Weaver Funeral Home without a death certificate.
Ask Dr. Morales to send a coroner's investigator.
He did, but the dead guy's family doesn't want him to examine the body.
- Who do you think should handle it? MAN: Detective Julio Sanchez?
- You have been served. - What? Again?
PROVE NZA: Well, it's probably nothing.
Not counting my five divorces, I've been sued 17 times.
- Lieutenant Louie M. Provenza. - Eighteen.
GOLDMAN: Deputy Chief Brenda Leigh Johnson.
- You've been served. - What's going on?
- Lieutenant Michael Tao. - Getting wallpapered.
GOLDMAN: Francis B. Watson. - What? Why me?
Why “Francis”? That's the real question.
- Lieutenant Andrew Flynn. - Yeah, yeah.
“A wrongful-death civil suit filed on behalf of Turell Baylor.”
We didn't kill the guy.
He was beaten to death right after we dropped him off.
Turell murdered an old man and his 8-year-old grandson.
- Who cares what happened to him? - Commander Russell Taylor.
You have been served.
Okay, that's it.
- Wait, whoa, whoa. What about me? - Sorry, that's all I got.
You talk to the Baylors' attorney already? What did you say?
Are you kidding? Are you serious?
Gabriel, it's Flynn. He's paranoid for a living.
Of course I'm paranoid. Raydor's been grilling us for weeks.
We're not allowed to discuss this case.
What I can tell you is that they're only really Interested In me.
Funny way to show it.
Hey. Hey, buddy, what are you still doing here?
Oh, I'm serving subpoenas today...
and I'm also the attorney representing the mother of Turell Baylor...
- What? - ...In her suit against the city, L.A.P.D...
and almost everyone in this room.
My name is Peter Goldman, and It's a great pleasure meeting you all.
Now that I have your squad on record saying Turell Baylor deserved to die...
I was wondering if I could ask your detectives follow-up questions...
No. They're on their way to a crime scene of a very serious murder...
at Weaver Funeral Home.
- Lieutenant. - Right. Right.
Let's go. Hurry up. Get out of here. Clear out.
- If you could spare me just a moment... - Goodbye. I can't help you. Goodbye.
I am an officer of the court, sworn to uphold the law...I
and just like you, I am only trying to get to the truth.
And a $20 million settlement.
When suspects die without due process, people lose confidence In the justice...
Goodbye, Mr. Goldman.
There were two other cops in the car when you drove Turell Baylor home.
Give me their names and I won't depose your whole squad.
I've already heard some of your people were unhappy...
with the way you treated Turell.
Nice try, Mr. Goldman.
But there's nothing you could say that would make me suspect my officers.
Just a friendly heads-up.
“Goodbye” didn't work. Let's try “get out.”
- Now. - Come on. Come on.
Let me walk you back to the elevator.
GOLDMAN: It's all right. I know my way around.
- Pleasure meeting you. - Walk.
- All right, I'm walking. - Walk.
I'm walking.
Excuse me. Wait, wait, wait.
I'm Terry Weaver. Are you gentlemen all from the police?
Lieutenant Provenza, Major Crimes.
Major Crimes? Oh, my gosh.
Listen, I'm the funeral director here, an d...
Six of you? Six? Oh, my gosh. What...? There's been a miscommunication.
Did someone carry a body in here without a death certificate?
Okay, listen. Cliff Wycoff, he's a minister.
Pastor Wycoff died of natural causes In his home...
.and his family brought him to the funeral home.
- Have you examined the body? - Oh, no.
I would never do that before the death was certified.
That's why I called the coroner. But we don't need the police.
- Mr. Weaver, what are you doing? - Is the body In there?
Front of the chapel, yes.
[MUMBLES]
PROVENZA: All right, L.A.P.D. Everybody back. Step back.
Why does he have a camera7 No, no, no. This is wrong.
- Why are you taking pictures of my dad? - We mean no disrespect.
- Army or Navy? - Lance corporal, United States Marines.
Great, because if you interfere...
we'll call the MPs at Camp Pendleton, and you'II become their problem.
So should I proceed with the liver temp and exam?
Well, if you can do it before they start the wake, yes.
TERRY: Is everything all right?
No visible head trauma.
Let's see.
But I see petechiae.
- Ligature on the neck. - Strangulation of some sort.
I'd call that unnatural.
Ninety-one. That puts time of death about two or three hours ago.
Urn, Gabriel, come with me.
- Urn... You the wife? - Yes.
I need to talk to you.
This is no way to treat people In mourning.
- I don't know about that- - Excuse me, lieutenant.
You have the I.A. P. D.'s deepest sympathies in this very difficult time.
Perhaps there's someplace we could talk?
Yes.
Lieutenant, she may not realize she did something wrong.
She may also have just strangled her husband.
She's a preacher's wife. You approach her a certain way.
You would know how to do that .better than I would because?
When I was a kid, I went to church four times a week.
Four times a week?
Twice on Sunday, prayer meetings I on Wednesday, choir on Friday.
All right, you win, but hurry up.
I'm not waiting here till Jesus comes back.
[MUMBLES]
Mrs. Wycoff, I know you're taking care of many people right now...
and we will be sensitive to your spiritual obligations.
But I also need you to be sensitive to your legal situation.
It would help us out greatly...
if you could just tell us what happened to your husband today.
Clifford was battling depression.
His faith was strong, but it...
Sometimes it's hard to know what God wants.
God didn't want this.
My husband hung himself In the garage of our house.
I am so very sorry.
I know how hard that must have been to say.
But can you tell me why you didn't contact the authorities?
I should have, I know, but I didn't want anyone In the church to know.
GABRIEL: I
We can certify your husband's death...
.but I need written consent to search your home and your garage, okay?
Thank you.
Here, let yourselves in.
I'm taking the family to church If you need me.
Of course. Thank you.
Thank you.
Don't let anybody in.
I just came up with the pastor's most recent credit-card charge.
- This guy didn't die at home, lieutenant. - Starlight Motor Lodge.
He checked in at 10 a.m. this morning, and he still hasn't checked out.
Yeah, that depends on your point of view.
Someone made a call from the minister's room...
at the Starlight around 11:02 am., just before the time of death.
Well, find out who that call went to, Mike.
Yeah, chief?
Urn...
We've got a situation.
Manager said the victim was a regular.
Held the room with a credit card, then paid with cash when he left.
Oh, the old cheater's trick. So I hear.
Maybe he just needed a quiet place to reflect.
- By the hour? MAN: Get It all.
Make sure it gets cleaned up.
- Hey, guys, hold up, hold up. Shh. WOMAN: What did you say?
1AN: Make sure it gets all cleaned up.
- Stay back, Buzz. MAN: I said, make sure you empty the trash.
- Sir, L.A.P.D. Drop it. - Drop the weapon.
- Drop the weapon! - Dear God, don't shoot!
- What the hell? - Don't shoot!
Oh, we were just cleaning up.
Ma'am, put the spray cleaner down and step away from the sink.
- It's a hot glue gun, chief. - A glue gun?
I just fixed that lamp, and now look at it.
Well, we have a pair of men's pants here, a shirt, a belt. Aha.
And what have we here?
Now, who does this belong to?
Y'all wouldn't happen to know a Pastor Cliff Wycoff, would you?
He was our son-in-law.
I'm gonna let you in on a little secret only my wife knows.
Your pastor's not perfect.
[CROWD LAUGHS OVER TV]
Jesus knows that I'm a sinner.
He loves me in spite of the fact that I'm human.
CROWD: Yeah! - Pause It, Buzz.
What kind of a woman asks her parents to clean up the room...
where her husband was having sex?
TAO: Tao.
Looks like the pastor's lady friend left In a hurry.
Anything from the motel security cameras?
Strictly decoration, chief.
Somebody called his wife's phone from the motel room.
Flynn and Gabriel picked up Mrs. Wycoff and her family at their church...
Chief Johnson.
They're on their way back here, .but there's a bit of an issue.
Okay. Excuse me, gentlemen.
I wanna know the moment that the rest of the Wycoff family arrives, please.
Thank you.
So why were you talking to Peter Goldman this morning?
Goldman pretended to be a process server...
and he threw subpoenas all around the Murder Room, and I ordered him out.
- He was trying to offer you a deal. - How do you know that?
Oh, Commander Taylor.
When, when, when are you going to get him out of my Murder Room?
I can't bear it.
Will, I don't even remember what Goldman was talking about.
Well, allow me to refresh your memory.
He was asking who was with you when you dropped off Turell Baylor.
Now, why would he be asking that?
Was something said in that car that could get us In trouble?
No. Goldman served everyone a subpoena except for Gabriel...
.to turn us against each other, make us paranoid.
Gabriel didn't get served? You think he's already talked to Goldman?
The paranoia part seems to be working. Look, Will, this is all about me.
Not all about you.
I got subpoenaed too, and I'm in this now up to my neck.
As is the city, the department, your entire division.
The next time Goldman comes Into your Murder Room...
.will you go into your office and lock the door?
And call the city attorney, which is what you should've done.
Or better yet, find yourself a personal attorney.
Maybe he can make you understand how serious this is.
Because nobody else is getting through to you. Come In.
- David Gabriel. - Chief.
Uh, I have the rest of the Wycoff family waiting for you.
Thank you, David.
Everyone thinks it's weird that I didn't get served. I
David, stop worrying about gossip and start concentrating on this case.
What were the Wycoffs doing when you found them?
When we finally caught up with them at the church...
they were driving their minivan around the parking lot, running over computers.
So this is what's left of the church's entire IT Division.
This is what's left of my desk.
There's probably a record in there of our victim's love connection.
Looks like an organized hit. .Who did the organizing?
- I'm ready to throw them all in jail. GOLDMAN: I wish It were that easy.
- How did you get back in this building? - Oh, I never left.
And I'm sorry to disturb your investigation here.
Just wanted to drop by, see if you'd had a chance to think over my proposal.
I have. I propose you stand still, let Lieutenant Tao take your picture...
and tell Security to arrest you If you come back again.
- Okay, I'm going, I'm going. - Get.
All right, okay.
Just call me if you change your mind on the deal.
Detective Gabriel, looking sharp.
Look, I have never, ever met that man in my life before today.
- Well, he sure as hell knows you. - Hey, that's enough.
We know David. We've worked with him for years.
He's a good guy, he's a great cop, and he's as loyal as they come.
- Thanks. - Or else he's a snitch.
At any rate, he's the only one of us who hasn't been subpoenaed...
so he must have done something right.
Thank you, Lieutenant Provenza, for that morale booster.
Meanwhile, I'd like to talk to Mrs. Wycoff.
Detective Gabriel?
Let's start with how you knew where to find your husband's body.
He, urn...
He called me from that horrible motel to say goodbye.
The number showed up on my cell phone as the Starlight Motor Lodge.
He told you he was going to kill himself?
I begged him not to, but he wouldn't listen to me.
After he hung up the phone, I rushed over to find him...
but it was too late.
He was hanging by his belt .from the sprinkler pipe.
He felt he'd let me down, his church down.
He let God down.
Well, you certainly let me down, Mrs. Wycoff.
I allowed you to spend some time with your family...
and you used that time to destroy all your husband's computers.
I did that, yes. It was only to protect the members of our congregation.
Protect them from what?
Our members trusted my husband with their secrets.
The law doesn't recognize the confidentiality of Protestant ministers.
God does. We may not have legal rights, but we have spiritual ones.
Those rights do not include having your parents sterilize the room...
where your husband died.
Here are a few things that they couldn't sweep under the rug.
Any idea how these came to be there?
- I assume he was with another woman. - Someone he knew or a prostitute?
Please, I'm begging you...
do not sensationalize my husband's suicide.
I'm not sensationalizing anything, Mrs. Wycoff.
But I absolutely need to find this woman...
.who was with your husband at that motel.
She ran away without her shoes and her underwear.
That worries me. I don't even know if she's still alive.
Or should I be checking with another funeral home somewhere?
I wouldn't know.
It's in God's hands, not mine.
Boy, oh, boy. They're all singing from the same hymnal.
Anybody say anything about the girlfriend?
PROVENZA: Nobody knows nothing about nothing but suicide.
Mrs. Wycoff's orchestrated this. She's practically daring me to arrest her.
You know what? I say let her go.
- So she can destroy more evidence? - She doesn't think we're questioning her.
She thinks we're questioning her faith. That's gonna make her stonewall.
If we back off, who knows?
Maybe she'll try to contact the other woman or lead us to her body.
It's either that or we try those red shoes on all the fair ladles in the land.
Excuse me, chief. Dr. Morales Is ready for you.
Okay. Thank you.
I want 24-hour surveillance on every member of that family.
- Can you arrange it, please? - Oh, love to.
Thank you. Oh, and, Detective Gabriel, I need you with me, please.
So, sir, did she say anything to you about what Goldman's proposal was?
No, but whatever that asshole suggested...
she's not letting Gabriel out of her sight.
The ligature wounds are consistent with the belt found at the scene.
So he did hang himself?
Only if he was somehow able to desperately scratch at his throat for air...
severely bruise his knee, and finally, sprain his ankle In the process.
That swelling had to happen before the guy died.
So there was a struggle?
At some point, the victim found himself flailing on the floor.
So, what, the belt was being pulled one way...?
And our victim was trying to pull It another, yes.
Doctor, what are these?
MORALES: Oh, yes. At first, I thought those were broken blood vessels...
but when I swabbed them, it appeared to be some kind of red dye.
Oh, my gosh. Oh, my gosh.
Well, looks like we found Cinderella.
Yeah, but who turned him Into a pumpkin?
- Are you going to work? BRENDA: Mm.
That was Detective Gabriel.
He's following the widow Wycoff to church.
- At 6 a.m.? - That's where she and her family go.
Home and church. Church and home.
That woman. She honestly thinks she's somehow above the law...
that the justice system doesn't apply to her.
Speaking of which, did you ever contact...
.that attorney Captain Raydor suggested to you?
No. Kitty. I mean, Joel. Joel, Joel, Joel, off the table.
- I really think you need an attorney. - I can't think about that right now
I need to find someone who was with a minister who wore women's underwear.
Oh. Victoria isn't the only one with a secret.
How do you even know this minister was with anyone?
Someone killed him In a seedy motel room.
His wife knows exactly who he was with, and she won't tell me.
She's more worried we'll find out her husband was a transvestite... I
- ...than she is about finding his killer. - People are weird.
She had her parents scrub down the crime scene with bleach.
I mean, who does that?
Oh, my gosh.
They weren't just trying .to wipe away prints.
They were trying to wash away the sin. That's It, isn't it?
They were ashamed. Just wait till I ask the widow Wycoff...
to help me find the person who was wearing that shoe.
- I thought you knew it was the pastor. - Yeah, but she doesn't know I know that.
Watching me hunt for whose foot fits the ruby-red slipper...
might just make her realize she's not In Kansas anymore.
- I love these heart-to-hearts we have. - Me too, honey. Me too.
GEORGE: When I stepped down from the pulpit of this church...I
and passed it on to my son-in-law...
I never imagined the pain of a day like today.
God uses suffering to test us.
Even in a death from despair, God offers us choices...
.asking if our faith is stronger than one leader...
.questioning whether this church Is about one man or one God.
So when you all are reaching out to our congregation...
resist the temptation to sow gossip.
You have no right interrupting a meeting of our stewardship committee.
I've thought of a way to find out who was with your husband when he died.
- Does this look familiar? - Put that away.
This belongs to the woman with whom he was sleeping.
Chances are, she witnessed or caused his death.
- My husband committed suicide. - Pastor Wycoff's death Is undetermined.
While it remains that way, I intend to try this shoe on every female...
in your congregation ages 18 to 65, starting with your committee.
You wouldn't dare.
- No, please, please. - Mom, what's she saying?
Please, do not go into this church terrorizing everybody.
What makes you think I could know who this woman was?
You destroyed the computers your husband used...
which gives us the idea he either met a woman online...
or was maintaining some sort of relationship with a woman online.
All right. Please put that away.
Yes.
My husband went on the Internet.
He went on a site where he found some woman named Sindy Showers.
Spelled S-l-N-D-Y.
Thank you. I'll check that out and get back to you.
Oh, I'm sure you will.
Chief Johnson.
Do you even believe in God?
I'll tell you what I do believe, Mrs. Wycoff.
Thou shalt not kill.
Ma'am, that shoe won't fit anybody at this church.
How do you know that?
When my mom found my dad, she called me...
.and when I got to the motel, he was wearing that.
And he was dressed In women's underwear and a bra.
And I helped her change him into his suit.
How do you explain the ligature marks on his neck?
Come on, Chris. We're only trying to do right by your dad.
You've heard of the autoerotic thing people do?
- Yeah. Choking yourself while you're- - Yeah.
Your father did that?
My dad was on the floor with his belt around his throat.
And my mom rolled him over, and his hand was, uh...
It was, uh...
[SIGHS]
Can you really blame her for not wanting to talk about It?
I just got off the phone with Dr. Morales.
He says the autoerotic-asphyxiation thing Is possible...
but he wanted to know if we found a release mechanism at the motel.
- I'm not sure exactly what that is. - We didn't find one.
Wait, what didn't we find?
Typically, chief, the autoerotic guy rigs up the choking device...
with a quick release to prevent accidental hanging.
But Wycoff only had his belt.
Not sure how that explains his sprained ankle.
Well, it's an awful lot to be doing In heels.
Sindy Showers is in Interview Room Number 1.
Vice tracked her down to a site .called Who's Your Mommy?
She doesn't want a lawyer if we promise not to arrest her...
for solicitation and lewd conduct.
Thank you, commander.
[COMPUTER KEYS CLACKING]
David, here's how to end this whole subpoena nightmare.
Just call Goldman and tell him you wanna talk.
- Wouldn't that make me look bad? - How could you look any worse?
BRENDA: Miss Showers, I'm Deputy Chief Brenda Leigh Johnson.
I've got a few questions regarding your safety.
- My safety? - Yes.
We're trying to find someone who might be targeting, uh, workers like yourself.
- Oh, then okay, I guess. - Do you recognize this man?
[PROVENZA CLEARS THROAT]
You're not serious.
If you're worried about my safety, you've got the wrong guy.
I've known him for years. See him once every month or so.
Yesterday, as a matter of fact.
- You know he's a member of the clergy? - No, but that explains a few things.
- Like? - Like every time we finish...
he tries to talk me out of ever meeting him again...
and he always wants us to pray for forgiveness.
I'm used to getting on my knees, but not for that.
[SINDY CHUCKLES]
Any other unusual requests?
SINDY: You mean the lingerie?
Not that unusual. I mean, you wouldn't believe what some men try to pull.
This one guy, he takes about 30 toasted almonds...
and lines them up...
Off topic. Off topic.
Okay. Look, Cliff y pays me $300 for the hour...
another hundred for the underwear, another hundred for the shoes.
So ditty likes to wear women's clothes. You know what? So do I. Big deal.
He's not dangerous. I've always felt safe with him.
Even when he asks you to cut off his air supply?
- When he what? - Ahem. Have you ever heard of autoerotic...?
The choking thing? Good God, no. Not on my menu.
No blood, no bruises, no bondage.
I'm telling you, whatever this is, you got the wrong guy.
He likes to play dress-up. It makes him happy.
Was he happy when you left him yesterday?
Why wouldn't he be?
Because, Sindy, we found Cliff in that motel room...
.not long after you left, and he was dead.
What? No.
Are you serious?
Now you're scaring me. That's awful.
- Dead how? - Were not sure exactly.
He may have committed suicide.
He didn't kill himself, I can promise you that.
Cliff loved his family way too much to leave them behind.
- You knew he was married? - Well, yeah.
Cliff told me that his wife wasn't Into his whole dress-up thing at all...
so she let him handle it by hiring me.
- So she knew all along? - Yeah.
Cliff said... I think her name is Kate.
... that Kate thought It was a little twisted...
but as long as he didn't bring his bras and panties Into the house...
she could ignore it.
He might have been a little different from my usual dates...
but he didn't deserve to die in that motel room.
His wife hired a prostitute for her cross-dressing husband.
- And not just once or twice. - Which means she also probably knew...
When it was his time of the month? Ahem.
Uh, look, chief, if she was aware of what was going on for a while...
.then why was yesterday the breaking point?
- And why would he call her in despair? - Good question.
It shows up on the motel phone records. Pastor Wycoff called his wife.
Or did he?
- Chief'?
Ahem. Chief, what are we gonna say in those depositions?
- Just the truth, I guess. - The truth, yeah.
But first, shouldn't we all agree as to what that is?
I do phone trees all the time...
but very seldom do we get to put together an all-out matrix.
And this is every phone call between every family member?
Landlines and cells.
FLYNN: Almost everybody's calling everybody.
Isn't it funny how in every family, there's always an odd man out?
What is that supposed to mean?
It means everybody knows that you've already said your piece to Goldman.
Who's everybody? Provenza, Tao and Buzz, or just you?
- Oh, yeah, just me. I'm the only one- - Gentlemen, stop this bickering.
This ridiculous lawsuit has nothing .to do with you. It's all about me
Sanchez, Gabriel, Lieutenant Flynn...
I want handcuffs slapped on Mrs. Wycoff.
Make sure her family knows so that they'll follow her down here.
Provenza, Tao, let's get this murder board out of here.
- Where to, chief? BRENDA: Interview Room 2.
I don't want the Wycoffs seeing it before we're ready.
BRENDA [OVER MONITOR]: How long have you known...
your husband was a cross-dresser?
Just a few weeks.
Really? Because Sindy, with an S...
...told us that he dressed up for her once a month, and It was all your idea.
I won't stand for this. This is an attempt to destroy my church.
Have a seat, sir.
KATE: You presume because I'm a Christian, 1 claim to be perfect.
BRENDA: No, I presume that you're not proud..
F helping your husband commit adultery.
Judge not lest ye be judged.
I won't be the one doing the judging, Mrs. Wycoff.
There is more to marriage than fidelity.
It's about raising children. It's about...
Oh, about...
I did my best. I did my best. I really did my best.
BRENDA: I'm sure you did, but we need to talk about Sindy.
She said your husband was happy when she left the motel room at 10:55...
so why did he wanna die at 11:02?
Cliff was disgusted with himself.
He would come home from these terrible sessions and cry for forgiveness.
He hung himself. Why is that so hard for you to understand?
Because if he was so ashamed, why did he kill himself dressed like that...
for all the world to see?
Mrs. Wycoff, the coroner says your husband's wounds are consistent...
.with murder by strangulation. We know Sindy...
- He called me from the motel. BRENDA: But he didn't.
You keep lying, I'm going to tell the media...
that your husband died wearing pink panties, a bra and a pair of pumps.
So who called you from the motel?
If I tell you what happened...
...can you keep the prostitution and cross-dressing to yourselves? I
We can try.
And will you leave my family out of it?
Because honestly, this is all about me.
All about you?
I called my own phone to establish an alibi.
I killed him.
I snapped. God forgive me.
I killed him.
What are you doing? What is this?
- Your daughter just confessed. - You don't believe her.
- I certainly do. DIANA: It's Impossible.
Kate didn't kill him. Let me tell you what...
- Quiet. - You can't arrest her.
I intend to arrest your entire family, the lying lot of you...
.as accessories to murder after the fact.
So stop covering up for each other.
Read them their rights, please, starting with George here.
- This is crazy. - You have the right to remain silent.
What did we do?
Besides obstruct justice and destroy evidence?
Let me show you.
SANCHEZ: Have you heard and understood these rights as they have been read to you?
This is a matrix, or a map, if you will...
of all the phone calls made around the time of your father's death.
Here is your mother calling from the motel to her own cell phone...
to make it look like she wasn't there. Very clever.
About 45 minutes later, she called your grandparents...
who in turn called your little sister and brother...
to pick up your father's clothes from home, I assume.
And here's the call informing you that your father had...
Wait a minute.
Lieutenant Tao, this is Chris Wycoff over here...
and yet it looks like no one called him.
- Could that be right? - Yes, chief.
And yet you were at the motel.
How'd you even know your father was dead?
- Skywriting? - I was on base when I got the call.
No. We checked with your commander.
You asked for yesterday off two weeks ago.
Makes this look like premeditation.
Wait. I'll tell you why I didn't get the call.
Ma'am, can we talk privately?
Lieutenant?
A couple weeks ago, my dad asked me to look at his computer.
He was having trouble with the Wi-Fi.
And I found a hidden e-mail account where this woman...
this prostitute, was writing to him about their next meeting.
I had trouble believing it, so I followed him.
I wanted to confront him.
You watched him check into the motel You saw the prostitute come and go?
And after she left, I opened the door...
.and my dad was dead on the floor from autoerotic...
No, no, no. There was no autoerotic anything.
Well, it sure as heck looked like it.
I don't know. Maybe the prostitute killed him.
He was paying her $500 an hour. Why would she kill him?
Your mother confessed to this murder. I could take her word for it.
Is that what you want?
Let your brother and sister grow up without both parents?
Maybe they'd be better off.
Your father led a double life, but your mom's the one who made It possible. I
Lying, covering up for him.
Maybe she deserves to go to prison. Hmm?
Is that what you're thinking?
In our house, we were taught “honor thy father and thy mother.”
- If you breathed wrong, you got the belt. - Did you ever breathe wrong?
When I was 15, my dad...
.the man who taught me right from wrong...
the guy who liked to wear women's lingerie...
he found a note from this boy that I knew In choir, Jeff.
The two of us were, uh-Jeff and I were close.
We were close.
And I saved that note in my room, at the very back of my desk drawer.
And it was none of my dad's business...
that note.
But he found it.
- And he went crazy. - Went crazy how?
First he beat me.
Then he shipped me off to military school.
When I came home for Christmas...
I found out Dad had brought that note to Jeff's house...
and showed it to his parents...
and that my friend...
he'd killed himself.
Oh, and guess who preached at Jeff's funeral.
So when my dad opened that door yesterday...
looking like some kind of freak...
and he started saying It was only this once..
And we should just pray about it and at least he wasn't gay...
You saw his belt?
Is that it? You grabbed his belt?
- Yeah, I grabbed his belt - And what did you c:
It's time to do the honorable thing, corporal.
I put it around his neck and yanked him all over the room.
And then?
Ma'am, I spent five years in Afghanistan. I know when someone's dead.
[SNIFFS]
I killed him.
And then I called my mother and I left him in his little outfit...
thinking, “Well, now she'll finally see the truth.”
But she already knew.
And I realized while she was fussing with him...
you know, taking off his bra, asking me to help knot his tie...
that she had never once in all of my life stood up for anyone but him.
And for a moment there for a really bad moment...
I thought about killing her too.
[SIGHS]
[SNIFFS]
Ma'am, I'm sorry to have lied to you. It was not the honorable thing to do.
I wish to apologize for having caused everyone so much trouble.
Well, I don't deal much in forgiveness, corporal...
but I sure am sorry to have to arrest you for murder In the first degree.
Hey, everyone, good to see you again.
I have to congratulate you guys on being a pretty tight little unit.
Detective David Gabriel...
you have been served.
- Happy now? It's what you asked for. - Ecstatic. Thank you.
Now you know what it's like to be singled out by your own gang.
But seriously, don't thank me.
Thank Chief Johnson.
She's the one who put you all In the spotlight.
You asked to be subpoenaed?
It's only fair, right? So come on, give It up.
Show me some love. I'm subpoenaed too.
- Welcome to the club. PROVENZA: No rats. No rats here.
GABRIEL: Oh, thank you, lieutenant. I could've told you that, though.
[MEN CHATTERING]
[LAUGHING]
PROVENZA: Here we go. Here we go. All right.
[DOOR OPENS]
- Hey. - Hey.
You're home early.
Rough day?
Sort of.
The Baylors' attorney came back and subpoenaed Gabriel...
so that officially puts my entire division In hot water.
Over a decision made by me and me alone.
What I'm wondering about...
.now is, how much worse are things gonna get?
I mean, really. How much worse?
A little worse, maybe.
What?
You too? Why?
Remember when Turell first presented himself...
.l volunteered to provide protective custody for his mom and sister?
Honey, I'm sorry. I'm...
- I'm so sorry. - Why?
Look, what did you do, really, except your job?
I drove Turell hornet and I dropped him off.
And that's it.
That's it. That's all.
I mean, there was no decision at all, really.
I don't know why we're being treated like this.
[BRENDA GASPS]
- Oh, shoot, now look what I've done. - It's okay, I got it. It's just a spill, hon.
- What have I done? - It's okay, no permanent damage.
I'll wipe it up. It's okay. It's okay.
- What have done. - Hey, hey, hey. Shh.
Hey, hey, hey.
- What have I done? - Shh.
What have I done?
[SOBBING]
What have I done? What have I done?
- It's okay. - What have I done? What have I done?
Synced & Corrected by Shadowmoon