[to Grissom] Boy, you look like hell. I need sugar. You got a soda?
Nice to see you, too, Maddy.
6 months' worth of investigation; two months working with the grand jury; 5 low-level indictments against the LAT. Why you? 'Cause you're the only one who won't screw it up.
My team won't screw it up.
Oh, right. Your team. Warrick Brown got mixed up with a crooked judge. Sanders ran down a civilian while on duty. Ms. Willows lied about being at a crime scene, among other things. And who can forget Stokes, your straight arrow? Suspected of killing his hooker girlfriend. How does the song go? "You call me up, I get 'em out of it"? If it weren't for me, you'd have no team.
Oh, man, you look beat up.
Why don't you ... uh ... take a break. I got this.
No, no, I'm cool. I can push through it.
Yeah. You're ... uh ... breaking the lab's budget for rubber gloves here, dawg. Listen, get some rest, man. You'd do the same for me.
[to Donny Gomez] And why that apartment? Who do you know lives there?
DGDonny Gomez
Nobody. I got a mental illness. I'm a firebug. I'm loco.
DGDonny Gomez
Who knows? (Madeline walks in) Maybe I'll set the lawyer lady's house on fire.
Hey, little man with the big mouth. It doesn't matter what you say, 'cause all your boys are going to hear is that you rolled on Alvarado. (Gomez surges to his feet. His hands are cuffed behind his back. The officer grabs his shoulders)
Just bought yourself another ten years. I'm going to hand-pick your cell mate.
[Brass and Maddy leave]
That kid wouldn't roll if I gave him a night with Jessica Alba.
You're really good at making enemies, Maddy.
That's why I'm unlisted, divorced and carry a gun.
Did you take Cook back to Little Gordo's house? You know, maybe to verify his story?
Yeah, I always take my secret witnesses on a bus tour of the hood.
You know, when Don Cook first refused to testify that he saw Alvarado come out of Little Gordo's house, you know what I did? I took him to an out-of-town diner and bought him a cup of coffee. What'd you do?
I went to Little Gordo's. (Brass nods, Maddy gets it now) Damn it. Good job, Maddy. They saw me. I can't even blame it on the booze. All they had to do was trail me back to the courthouse and watch me go into the security entrance with 18 escorted jurors. That's how they knew grand jury. Damn it! This is where you're supposed to say, "It's okay. It could happen to anyone. It's not your fault Don Cook is dead." Like hell it isn't.
Never thought I'd be disappointed that we solved a case.
Reading upside down is a talent.
What are you looking for?
The leak. 90 minutes after the warrant was issued, Alvarado's apartment went up.
So you're looking at the judge, his staff, the clerk that issued the warrant, court reporter, any cops who knew...
Yeah, but according to this, everybody cleared. The only ones left are the grand jurors and Maddy Klein.
Well, I was right about Alvarado, he was leaving Vegas. Otherwise, he would have killed me himself.
Yeah. Guess now, I owe you one, huh?
I don't keep score, Madeline.
You know what Gilbert? You're the only man I know that's never let me down. Which means either that your a classic enabler or my soulmate.
I would never hit my kids cause, you know, my father used to beat me. He didn't beat me too much. He beat me just right. You know, I remember the last time he really slapped me around, just getting up off the ground, and thinking, "perfect." He really nailed it, you know? Any more would have been barbaric. And yet any less I wouldn't be seeking the approval of you drunks, so thanks. 'Cause parenting is hard and expensive. I just read the other day that if you were to have a baby today and raise that kid all the way through college, it would cost you one million dollars. And that's why I feel like no woman should ever walk out of an abortion clinic with her head hung down in shame. You walk out of there like you just hit the lotto. I'm a winner.
Come on, seriously, I love kids. Did you hug your kid today? Can I hug your kid? Can I hug your kid, sir?
AAAngry Audience Member
You touch my kids, I kill you.
Dude, it's a comedy show! I'm kidding. This is a joke. (the angry guy makes a gun motion with his hand at Greg) What? What was that? Oh... I see why you're so angry, that's your wife.
It's hard to believe that anybody could do something like this to such a beautiful little girl.
So, if she had been plain or homely, it'd be easy for you to accept?
No, but, maybe it's just me, that when something like this happens to a kid with a face like that, it just seems a little more tragic.
Maybe that will work in our favor. (Catherine walks out)
Yeah, but she was heading that way when she came in.
LLeo
Alright, okay, one night, ten years ago I did a hit of ecstasy and I threw in a hit of Peyote for good measure. By the time morning rolled around I was so high, I thought I was inside a living cartoon. I went outside naked and performed a joyous and impromptu dance to the Egyptian Sun God Ra.
That sounds really beautiful. I'm sorry I missed it.
LLeo
Well unfortunately, twenty preschoolers playing in the yard next door didn't.
LFLeo Finley
I was waiting for you.
LFLeo Finley
Can't we talk about something interesting? Me for instance. I'm interesting.
Yeah, let's do that. Let's talk about you.
LFLeo Finley
For starters, Norah left me. Actually, she threw my stuff out onto the street, got a restraining order on me, notified the neighbors and called my boss. "Hey, Scumbag. Don't bother coming in, we'll mail you your last check." So in one fell swoop, as it were, I lost my girlfriend, my livelihood and my place to live. I thought it was going to be different this time. Frankly, I blame you.
I didn't create the circumstances of your life, Leo.
LFLeo Finley
You grind up the innocent with the guilty.
Just take it easy. I was just doing my job.
LFLeo Finley
(mockingly) I was just doing my job.
Yeah, I was just doing my job.
LFLeo Finley
I was just doing my job. I was just following orders. Blonde Nazi bitch! You get in there with your big boots and you kick it all apart and you don't care who you hurt. Whose life you destroy in the process.
LFLeo Finley
No! It's not fair.
LFLeo Finley
Don't tell me to calm down!
(draws her gun) Just stay back and calm down!
LFLeo Finley
You going to shoot me? Would that help you figure out how completely you screwed my life up? Would you sleep better at night? Maybe, I should just save you the trouble and blow my own brains out, hm. What do you think?
I think you need to talk to somebody.
LFLeo Finley
I am talking to somebody. I'm talking to you. So how about this, if I do decide to kill myself, I'm going to come over to your house, and blow my brains out right on your front lawn. As a gift to you and everything you stand for. How does that work for you? (turns and walks away)
