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Okay. Thank you.

You're going to thank me after you see how much easier life is going to be with

an assistant.

Our days of being mired in paperwork are over, brother.

Ha! Isn't that funny?

Before you got promoted to lieutenant, I had no idea I was mired in paperwork.

Delegation. That's the magic word. Right.

Who is she? Oh, you're going to be impressed.

Betty Ann McCurry.

My Betty Ann McCurry? Yeah. She was far and away the most qualified, and I

figured after she finished working for you and Nick... No, no, no, no.

She didn't quit.

I fired her, man. Get rid of her.

I can't fire her. It's a civil service job.

It has to be just cause.

Well, find one.

Look, trust me, you won't even know she's there. It's going to be fine.

Hey, you see the hair standing up on the back of my neck?

Well, that ain't the win.

Morning, Maria.

Freshly brewed herbal tea. Your favorite brand.

Steep five minutes, 30 seconds.

I hear you're cutting down on your coffee. Good idea.

Even though all the studies are read and the subjects are split.

Careful, Kevin.

It's still approximately 184 degrees.

I've sorted your calls by priority.

Also, taking the liberty of preparing a current status summary of all active SIU

cases, or gigs, as it were.

Here you go. One for you, too, of course, Lieutenant.

Good morning, boss. Morning.

As a hobby, I do my own meteorology.

I'm calling for today's high to be 65 to 67 degrees.

Barometric pressure is currently at 34 .03.

Wow.

This is cool, huh?

My ex -boyfriend is marrying my best friend from college.

Oh, man.

If you want to put the best spin on it, you could say that I was a matchmaker.

They got together one year to throw me a surprise party.

The next thing I know, they're engaged.

I can't let it go. I have to. I'm the maid of honor.

Oh, jeez.

I think some shopping might cheer me up. I'm going to see if I can get a better

rate on the credit card. Okay.

I'll be here.

This is a robbery! Everybody get out!

Get down!

Get down!

Get down now!

Get up!

Get up!

Everybody, stack the money up on the counter now! No dice packs, no tricks!

Here, you! Get the money, bitch!

customer and a bunch of

to happen, ma 'am.

Well, she's going to have to tough it out through the inquest.

Being my daughter isn't going to help her any with MCD, I'll tell you that.

You want some background on the woman who got shot?

Julia Foster Curtis.

Here, check it out.

She's got a big spread starting on page 32.

Major dot -com player. Even survived the shakeout. She's politically active.

She's tight with the mayor and various other city luminaries.

Where are you, Ray? Took out a frame?

Yeah, but not for long.

You do know it's unclear whose bullet killed Miss Curtis?

Um, I'd be careful there if I were you, Ray.

We have a legitimate question to consider here.

Was Officer Bridges justified in drawing her weapon, or did she do more harm

than good?

Let me give you a message to give your boss, Pettit.

You guys say one word about that bank before we find out what happened in that

bank, and I will bury him face down and you right on top of him.

At least you'll be in a familiar place.

And the exact moment you decided to draw was?

When I saw him turn and point his weapon.

Toward whom?

The customers?

The fleeing hostage?

Whom? Well, it was sort of the same thing.

Well, which was it? I'm confused.

Well, it happened very fast.

I thought he was going to shoot the hostage. That's why I drew my gun and

why I fired.

All right, so you didn't see what happened until when?

Until after the shooting started.

Did you see the hostage go down?

No.

So you don't know for certain who shot her, Officer Bridges or the suspect?

No.

Inspector McCabe, at any time prior to when the shooting started, did you

consider drawing your gun?

No.

That woman who got shot, she was reading the world according to Garth.

So what happens next?

You ride a desk until this is figured out.

Dad.

That's the way it works.

Okay.

What do you want me to do?

Keep an eye on her.

I'm in kind of a tough spot here.

I don't want Pettit using his bad feelings towards me on her.

She's a tough girl, you know. She'll be okay.

The bank was one Gordon Wattis, and judging by his rap sheet, this guy had

business robbing a bank. A couple of minor assaults, a couple of truck

hijackings, a couple of B &Es, definitely way over his head here.

Got a current address?

According to his parole officer, he was staying with his cousin in Corona

Heights, a guy named Prentice Coyle.

Okay, so Wattis was in the brains. Find out who he was hanging with.

Got it.

Yes? SFPD.

Gordon Wattis live here?

Not officially.

But he stays here.

On occasion. We have a warrant to search the premises. He's not here.

Yeah, we know.

Guys, if you find anything of interest, bring it into the living room and we'll

tag it. Try not to duplicate efforts, okay? You got it. Why don't you have a

bedroom? Yeah, down the hall, second door on the left. What the hell is this?

What's going on?

Who are you? Who are you?

Oh, Prentice, don't be such a bully. This is Prentice Coyle, Gordon's cousin.

They're cops.

They're here to search Gordon's room.

Your cousin tried to rob a bank this morning, got himself killed. Oh, my God.

Yeah, he was with two other guys. We're looking for them. Do you think you could

help us out with that?

You better have a warrant.

We have a warrant.

Can you help us now?

Look, I don't know anything about Gordon.

Who he hung out with or what he was into.

Well, thanks for giving it so much thought.

Tattoo looks like a seal design. Were you a seal, Mr. Coyle?

Yeah, I was.

Look, do we need a lawyer here?

Mr. Coyle, you got any firearms on the premises?

Matthew Curtis has just filed a $100 million wrongful death suit against the

city.

And Deputy Chief Pettit has convened a board of inquiry.

It's a grab for cash, right?

Nevertheless, Deputy Chief feels this is a perfect opportunity to get done what

he's been trying to do for the past year.

What's that?

Put me on ice?

He's going to start by suspending your daughter with pay, effective

until the matter's resolved.

You know, Ray, just like any other game, the ball won't always be in your court.

You might want to remind Deputy Chief Pettit that.

You better have a game plan, Nash.

You better decide whose team you're on.

Listen, I read the report that you gave to your MCD on the feuding.

What? It wasn't exactly a ringing endorsement?

Nash, I didn't see what happened.

If I could have supported her case, I would have.

I know, I know.

I'm beginning to think it was a mistake bringing her over here anyway.

I should have never let her become a cop.

I don't know that you could have stopped her.

No, my goodness.

She was so torn up and having such a tough time over Evan getting killed that

wanted to be supportive, even though this was...

Never what I wanted for her.

I'm beginning to think that she doesn't want it either. I don't know.

Question for you. Sure. Totally out of left field.

But I have to go to this wedding tonight, and I was wondering if you're

doing anything. I mean, I know you're probably never not doing something.

And I'm not planning on staying late, so it wouldn't be a late night kind of

thing. But I was just wondering if you'd maybe want to come along.

See, I don't know if I've ever gotten an invitation with that many qualifiers.

No, I'm just kidding. Listen, probably tonight is not the best night because I

kind of feel like I need to be around for Cassidy.

You know?

Yeah. No, I totally understand.

But another time.

Okay? Okay. I mean it. I'd like a rain check. Okay? Okay.

So, you guys, the salient question that the Board of Inquiry is going to be

asking is this.

Was anybody in that bank in imminent danger of death at the point that

declared herself and drew her gun?

Okay, here.

Look, she's still clearly just assessing the situation.

Made no move for her gun yet.

Right out of the manual.

So far, so good.

Here, still.

She's making no move for her gun. She's letting it play out until here.

All right, stop.

It looked to me like the guy who was going to shoot the hostage, Cassidy,

him out.

I would have done the same thing. Me too, man.

All right, go on from there.

All right, freeze it there.

How many times was Julia Curtis hit?

Twice in the heart.

There was chaos in there. Maybe she just got unlucky.

No, no, no. You get shot twice in the heart.

Somebody's aiming at you.

I'm thinking that this isn't a fascination made to look like a bank

That'd be hard to prove, man.

especially since MCD doesn't know they're trying to prove it.

Yes, ma 'am. You want to live with an accusation like this right in the middle

of an inquiry, ma 'am. You're opening yourself up to it.

All right.

All right, let's do it.

I'm sorry, but I don't quite understand how I can be of any help.

We found your name in Julia Curtis's date book.

She and her husband Matthew were seeing you twice a week for counseling. Is that

right?

Inspector, I don't think I can talk to you. There is an issue of

and... Miss Fells, let me stop you.

We don't believe that Julia was the victim of a random bullet during that

robbery. We think she was murdered.

Really? No one ever said anything about that. Are you serious?

Could you tell us if there was any history of domestic violence?

Threats of any kind? Any reason why Matthew Curtis would want to kill his

Well, they were having some...

Communication problems, but they loved each other very much. There's no way

Matthew Curtis could have been involved.

What about money?

What about it?

Well, she had it, he didn't.

Now he does.

All I can tell you is that he didn't care about her money.

The issues that they had, money never entered into it.

What do you got on Julie Curtis? As far as I can tell, this woman was loved by

everybody, so nothing pops out as a motive there.

But her very sizable life insurance policy was recently doubled.

So you got the wife's company's assets, insurance money, and the lawsuit money

all going to Matthew Curtis.

A lot of money for somebody who doesn't care, huh?

My lawyer has advised me not to talk to you.

That's okay.

We'll do all the talking. You just listen.

You know about the insurance policy.

Yeah, that's right.

You didn't think we'd find out about that?

Julia increased that policy on her own.

She did it by herself. I had nothing to do with it.

Mr. Curtis, no talking.

What we're wondering is just how greedy you are.

I mean, most everybody else would have settled for the inheritance, but you

the inheritance, insurance money, and a wrongful death suit?

Man, my head is spinning.

My wife is dead because those two cops screwed up. And you know it.

You don't care about the truth here.

You're just trying to cover your own asses.

And for your information, I intend to donate any money that I get to charity.

Oh, really?

Is that the Matthew Curtis button?

All right, I don't have to listen.

Oh, no.

You do have to listen.

You just don't have to talk.

You want a harassment suit thrown at you on top of everything else?

Have lawyers in my company who would love to get their teeth into you. Excuse

me?

What did you just say?

Joe, did he say his company?

Well, I believe he did, yeah.

I thought that was your wife's company. Oh, but then, of course, everything that

was hers would now be yours, wouldn't it?

We'll be talking.

Well,

you got my number if you need it. Thanks.

Guess who?

It's that cold have got to be sister.

Oh, damn, girl.

What are you doing here? Publishing convention.

You're looking skinny.

Yeah, ma 'am.

When was the last time you cooked a real meal?

Last night.

I had a wonderful can of chunky soup.

Well, save Sunday for me. I am going to cook you some real food.

I'm in.

I was going to drop by and visit Daddy this afternoon.

And I thought maybe you might... Huh?

You mean what?

Nothing's changed.

I was hoping maybe you had.

No.

Fine.

Betty Ann?

What do you need?

James Newman, the police union rep. I need his number.

555 -0191, extension 323.

The direct department number is 555 -0100.

I'll get him for you.

Betty Ann, my Rolodex?

Right here.

You've memorized my Rolodex? My motto, Captain, make yourself indispensable and

you'll never be expendable.

Betty Ann, I want my Rolodex back on my desk.

with every name, every card, every number exactly the way I had it.

But I must tell you that the cards within the letterheading were not

alphabetized. It would be far more efficient... Betty Ann.

On my desk.

I'll reorganize it. It'll be back on your desk within 120 minutes.

Nope. 120 seconds.

Yes, Captain. I'll bring it right now.

Coming.

Good.

Rachel. Hey, Cassie.

You should have backed me up.

Backed you up? What are you talking about?

Yeah, I just talked to the union rep, and the reason I got suspended was

of your statement, so thank you.

Listen, I told them what I saw and how I saw it.

It's not like I didn't back you up.

Look, all I really want to know is if there's some kind of conspiracy going on

around here.

To do what?

To get rid of me.

Cassie, the way you're acting, the only conspiracy is going to be a self

-fulfilling one.

Look, I'm sorry. I really got to go to this wedding. Call me tomorrow.

Okay. I'm so sorry.

Yeah.

Screwed up, Cap.

What happened wasn't predictable. We should have stayed and taken out the

That was weak.

Julia Curtis is dead. We accomplished our mission, okay? We're gonna be just

fine. No, we're not gonna be fine.

The cops are gonna stay on this until they take us down.

By then, we'll be long gone.

I want my money.

Not possible.

You make it possible.

Prentiss? Talk to your client and you tell them, I want my money now, and if I

don't get it, you see how resourceful I can be.

Your number is the only phone number that I have programmed into my phone.

Rachel? I lost my car keys, my house keys. All of my keys

were in my purse. I looked everywhere for my purse. I even looked in the

bathroom, but I didn't find my purse.

Oh, sorry.

Where are you?

Oh, no, man.

I lost my earring.

Rachel. Where are you? Damn it.

I'm at the Fairmont. Remember I told you? I told you about the wedding. The

stupid wedding. My stupid friend.

My stupid ex -boyfriend.

She's back. Hey, Rachel.

They're playing our song. I told you to get out of here.

Come on.

Rachel. You know, I'm starting to not feel very, very good.

Rachel, I want you to wait right there. I'm going to come and get you, all

right? Okay.

Okay.

He's sick, Tori.

Cancer.

It's bad.

He wants to see you.

No.

Do you hear what I'm saying?

He's lying in a prison hospital.

And he's never walking out.

Whose fault is that?

Antoine.

Move past it?

Girl, I protected you.

I kept him away from you. You never had to see him slap her. You never had to

get slapped.

You don't remember. You never had to see it.

His heart has changed.

Yo, well, mine hasn't.

Okay, here we go. Easy now.

I'm fine.

You know what? I'm fine.

What's called locksmith?

In the morning. Okay. Yeah, here we go.

Did you know that my birthday is next week?

No, I didn't. Well, happy birthday in advance.

All right, here. Okay. Thank you. I bet you don't know how old I'm going to be.

31.

31.

I, Rachel McCabe, am going to be 31 years old.

That's 30 plus 1.

That's a lot.

31 years old, and what do I have to show for it?

I bet you're wondering.

Well, I'll tell you. I got four bridesmaids' dresses, which I'm never

wear again, a friggin' tint badge, and I don't know. Am I forgetting something?

No, I'm not forgetting anything, and that's my point.

That's it.

That is all that I've got at 31.

Rachel. I hate that person.

Rachel, if you...

You know, if you need to throw up or anything, right here, okay?

I'm good.

Okay.

I'm going to... I'll just... You just... Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

You want to know something?

I mean, I have something that you may want to know. Something really big.

Really, really big.

Only if you want to tell me.

Okay. But... I'll tell you, but... It's a secret.

So... I mean... No, no.

It's a really, really big secret. You can't tell us.

All right. Hit me.

All right.

You are going to have one big hangover in the morning.

Okay,

James, yeah.

Any help you can give me, I'd sure appreciate it.

Thanks, buddy.

Bye.

Got a minute?

Sure. Let's get some air.

So, about last night.

What about last night?

Well, did I say anything?

You know, did I say anything like... Oh, you said a lot.

You mean about your big secret?

I said I had a big secret?

Yeah. Yeah. You were dying to tell me.

I don't remember that.

Well, tell me.

Now's not really a good time.

Okay.

Want to tell me later?

Yeah.

Okay.

I'll tell you later.

Sure.

All right.

Come on.

Talk to me about it.

What? Whatever it is, it's making you beat up on that poor defenseless thing.

It's personal.

It's a polite way of saying I don't want to talk about it. Uh -huh. It wouldn't

have anything to do with your sister, would it?

Hey, how come I never heard about your sister? You're making me mad, Harvey.

Oh, so that means you don't want to talk about your sister? No, you get me.

Okay, but it's not healthy.

What is it?

Whatever it is, you got bottled up now.

So ballistics match the barrel markings of slugs we found at the bank to this

gun that we found at Coyle's apartment.

This is the gun that killed Julia Curtis? No, but since the gun was at the

it's a good guess that Coyle was there too.

What else? We ID'd a third set of prints at the apartment. They belong to a

Tucker Kite.

You see, it turns out Captain Tucker Kite served on the same Navy SEAL team

Mr. Coyle. Really?

Oh, Joseph, it gets better.

Kite owns and operates a high -end security firm here in town. And guess

of his clients, yes?

JulianCurtis .com firm. Great. Thank you.

You know, we found your prints all over Apprentice Crawl's apartment.

Along with those two dead bodies.

So what?

I've been over there dozens of times. We were buddies.

You want to tell us about your relationship with Julia Curtis?

She was a client.

Period.

You guys want to tell me why I'm here? You're just going to kiss my ass all

You're here because we think that Matthew Curtis hired you and your

kill his wife.

And that you killed Coyle to keep us from finding out. That's why you're

First of all, I can account for my time, all of my time.

Secondly, from what I saw, Matthew Curtis was into his old lady. So, if

all.

Well, that's all.

Pretty cool, customer.

Too cool.

So, what do you think?

I'm thinking, everything I'm thinking is correct. Why isn't it adding up?

I don't know, no motive?

No, no, no, no. The motive is money.

Not according to marriage counseling.

Everything adds up except for what she... Son of a bitch.

She's playing us.

Good, let's play back.

I'll eat something warm.

Oh.

Thank you.

What is that?

I know how hard it is to maintain the human form.

Excuse me?

I understand you've been testing me, High Commander.

I only hope that I've successfully met the challenge.

Okay, that'll be all for now. Thanks.

Thanks, Betty.

No!

What is that?

It's to strengthen your seed.

to tell Lieutenant Dominguez exactly what you just told me?

Regarding?

Well, why don't we start with the fact that you think that I'm an alien and

I may be having trouble maintaining human form.

Maybe that's a middle -aged problem next time.

You're not helping.

I don't know what you thought I said, but you must have misunderstood me.

And I suppose I imagined this as well.

I've made no secret that I believe in the healing powers of crystals.

But that isn't why you put it on my chair, is it, Betty?

Captain, I've got to get back to work. If I've confused you, I'm terribly

I'll try to be more careful.

I want her gone.

We can't just fire her, Nash, man. We need proof.

Cooperation.

Hey, Antoine.

Hey, man, listen.

This just came in. The chaplain at San Q said your dad took a turn for the

worse.

Thanks.

One of the only regrets I have is not saying goodbye to my old man.

I mean, we had a tremendously screwed up relationship.

He lived up in Portland. I'd see him once in a while, but when he got sick, I

just said, ah, there'll be time. I'll go see him.

I didn't.

I'm probably sticking my nose in.

My father killed my mother.

He was drunk.

Cash was checking the bar, drank it up, came home, broke, and mean drunk.

My mother was waiting for him.

Crying mad.

She yelled.

He shoved her.

It wasn't even really that hard.

She hit her head on the radiator.

It was no accident that he was drunk by her.

Hey, Juan.

You didn't see him, okay?

How's it looking?

Small.

Where is he? Is he home?

Good evening to you too, sweetheart.

He's bowling.

Do you want something to eat?

No, I want him to hear this.

You quit.

Okay?

From this moment forward, I am no longer a cop.

You got what you wanted, Dad.

I said I don't want to be a cop anymore.

Did you hear me?

I hear you.

But if you quit, I can't protect you.

You mean you can't control me?

No.

I mean, if you quit, you have no chance of being exonerated.

They'll call it a dodge.

Use you as a scapegoat.

You'll lose all your rights with the union.

It still won't stop the inquiry.

You'll be leaving yourself wide open.

Jenny,

please tell me what to do.

Captain? Betty Ann?

Betty Ann.

I'm not crazy, am I?

Never, High Commander.

Thank you. I understand we must resort to tactics of deception if the

Cerebithian race is to survive.

You do? Oh, yeah.

We're in constant danger.

And no one poses a bigger threat than Dominguez.

Joe. The most pernicious assassin in the galaxy.

I'll say. He'd like nothing better than to thwart our prime directive, that

nefarious inspector on scum. Bastard.

Stay alert, Commander.

Don't trust anyone.

When the time is nigh, I will come to you.

We'll be gone by the end of the week. Thank you very much.

You know, I think we can make you on first -degree murder in this case,

I mean, I know we can get you on conspiracy and accessory after the fact.

To tell you the truth, the way this whole thing turned out, it really

my stomach.

You know, I'm inclined not to even let you plead out right now.

I'm thinking that you deserve everything that you're going to get.

You're sleeping with him, aren't you?

Okay, I kissed him. I admit it. But that is a lapse in judgment, not a criminal

act.

Oh, come on, guys.

This is outrageous. I didn't do anything.

I've been stupid, okay?

That's it.

Now, please.

Megan, what I'd like you to do...

You signed this.

Not your name.

The name on this insurance document.

Julia Foster Curtis.

The insurance broker, the one who redrafted Julia's policy, he remembered

everything about you from the day you went in to sign the documents pretending

to be her.

We're going to need some cooperation from you, Megan, so we can wrap this

up.

Let him watch.

You like the danger, don't you?

Oh, what's so dangerous about you, little boy?

Huh?

Only what I'm gonna do to you.

I meant about what happened to Julia.

You made it happen, didn't you?

Hmm?

Baby?

and your mitt's where we can see him. Rachel, you got it? You set me up?

Mitch, you set me up? Move him out.

Get out of the way.

Get out of the way. Sit down.

Grab a seat by the room. All right.

Let's go.

The finding of the Board of Inquiry that there is insufficient evidence to prove

criminal misconduct or liability on the part of Officer Cassidy Bridges.

Therefore, pending any further revisitations, this matter is closed.

And you can rest assured that no part of this investigation will be recorded on

your permanent record.

The hook, young lady.

I'm putting in your special soup. You spoil me, my friend.

No, no, too much.

In the market lately?

Good night.

It's good, isn't it?

That's the best in the city.

You want to join me? My eyes are bigger than my stomach.

Well, okay, let's go.

Better save some room. I've got some incredible soup in there that's off for

hangover.