Transcripts - Forever Dreaming

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TAYLOR: Detective Ortega?

Yes, yes.

- You must be Commander Taylor?
- That would be me. This way.

ORTEGA: I wanna thank you so
much for taking the time to look into this.

Oh, it's a pleasure. We're always
happy to help out our friends...

in the Phoenix
Police Department.

Nineteen-year-old woman
named Sedona Gibson...

originally from Phoenix, found
dead in a hotel room last week.

Hollywood Division was unable
to ID her body until yesterday...

which is why Detective
Ortega here only just arrived.

I have concerns about
the coroner's ruling.

Hollywood told me I'd be better
served by coming downtown.

Did they?

All right. Uh, preliminary
autopsy report. Sedona Gibson.

States cause of death was either
accidental or deliberate heroin...

- overdose.
- Overdose. Yes.

But neither of those
things can be true.

Just, uh, out of curiosity. Why is the
Phoenix P.D. interested in this case?

Well, they're not.

The victim, Sedona.

She was my daughter.

I'm so sorry, Detective Ortega.

I'm sure this must be a difficult
time for you and your family.

I understand that you work
Narcotics for the Phoenix P.D?

Yes. And I appreciate
very much...

the, um, professional courtesy
of looking into this matter.

Of course. Of course.

You have reason to believe that the
coroner's investigation was inaccurate?

My daughter was
a type 1 diabetic.

She knew the risks
involved with her disease...

and she also knew that drug use
would severely magnify those risks.

Detective, having a good
reason not to do something...

doesn't mean that people won't
try it. Especially when they're young.

And her tox screen came back
positive for heroin and Ambien.

She wasn't a heroin addict.

Please. There's
another explanation.

Has anyone even talked
to her assh*le husband?

- Is his name Drew?
- Yes, Drew. Drew Gibson.

Hollywood tried
tracking him down, chief.

Said Drew was unreachable
at his last known address.

Do you have reason to believe
he was involved in her death?

She didn't do this to
herself. That I know.

And Drew was not a good man.

How long has it been since
you've seen your daughter?

Almost two years.

Sedona was 17, a junior in high
school when she met Drew, and...

And he was 23, older,
and a very bad influence.

So my husband and I told Sedona
that she had to stop seeing him...

or leave home.

So she...

She dropped out of school
and came to Los Angeles.

With Drew.

Yes, and she married him here.

And, uh, have you
spoken with her since?

She called. A few weeks ago.

But before we had a
chance to say much...

my husband took the phone
away from me and hung up on her.

BRENDA: You know why she was calling?
- No. I...

I tried to find her.

Her number was blocked. I
couldn't legally run her name.

- So... BRENDA:
Detective, I'm sure that...

working in narcotics makes losing
a child to dr*gs that much harder.

It's not unusual for someone
in your daughter's profession...

- to make questionable choices.
- What profession?

Um...

What profession?

Hollywood Division claims your
daughter was working as an escort...

when she died.

I'm sorry. Detective, will you
excuse us just for a moment, please.

Did you bring that woman down here
so I'd have to be the one to tell her...

- her daughter's a prost*tute?
- No.

- I thought Hollywood Division told her.
- Hollywood?

They ran a barebones
investigation, didn't they?

POPE: A hooker dead
from an overdose in a hotel...

doesn't justify shoe leather.
Hollywood did their due diligence.

They brushed her off. Just
like they did her mother.

They didn't search her
residence. They didn't call anyone.

Not her last john. Or
this husband of hers.

They only just ID'd the body.

Detective Ortega is a
law enforcement officer.

So let's humor her a little.

BRENDA: What is
Captain Raydor doing here?

She finished reviewing the depositions
your squad gave in the civil suit.

And now she has some follow-up
questions for Detective Sanchez.

Why? We've talked about
this Turell Baylor business...

- until we're blue in the face.
- That's not true.

Your squad has started referring
Raydor to their union reps.

Maybe you could convince
Sanchez to cooperate.

Exactly how many people am I
supposed to be humoring around here?

Detective Ortega?
Captain Raydor?

Do you know how
hard it is to do your job...

while humoring so
many difficult people?

I might have some idea. Yeah.

Chief, an officer from Hollywood
Division just dropped this off.

It's the evidence they
collected from the hotel room...

where Ortega's
daughter was found.

Not much to it except the,
uh, syringe that k*lled her.

Uh, her heels, coat...

- and a small purse.
TAO: It's called a clutch.

Small purse. It's
called a clutch.

Yeah. Okay. The clutch.

It had $24 in it, a receipt
from the taxi the night she died.

- No dr*gs, no phone.
- Chief.

Um, Detective Ortega...

we're getting a warrant to
search your daughter's apartment.

Detective Sanchez is going to the
morgue to see if he can expedite...

- the release of your daughter...
- I wanna go.

- Um, I don't think that's a very good idea.
- Please.

I've waited so long to
see my daughter. Please.

You sure you wanna do this? I
can prepare the body in a room.

- I can...
- Not my first time in a morgue.

I know what to expect.

Let me. Please.

[ORTEGA SIGHS]

There's only one
injection site. Just one.

She's got needle marks
on her stomach and legs too.

Those are probably
from her insulin injections.

Doctor, if I recall correctly...

your autopsy reported nothing
that would indicate chronic drug use.

Um, let me see.

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

DNA's not in yet. Must've
ID'd her some other way.

But I do have results on a hair
follicle drug test, and she was clean.

- So she wasn't a user?
- Or this was her first time.

Detective Sanchez.

Okay, send it over.

We got the warrant to search
your daughter's apartment.

Flight back from Vegas.

Hundred dollar chips.

A note in a foreign language.

No sign of drug use. Do you
wanna look through the purse ma'am?

Yeah.

She has an ID for Santa
Monica Community College.

Yeah. She's got
her GED up here too.

Your daughter
was very beautiful.

She was, wasn't she?

SANCHEZ: Buzz, I need you.

Tag this. Tag this.

Lieutenant Tao. That syringe
we found at the crime scene.

Do you have it on your desk?

It should have a lot
number. What is it?

Six...

Jackson, Charlie, Bravo...

one, dash, Nancy, Delta,
Charlie, zero, six, zero, three.

All right, thank you.

Is it the same?

No, ma'am.

The syringe we
found at the hotel...

did not seem to have come
from the victim's apartment.

I knew it wasn't
hers. I knew it.

BRENDA: So, what do we know
about the needle that k*lled her?

Other than it wasn't hers?

FLYNN: Well, there are traces
of high grade heroin found inside.

It's called China
White on the street.

Yeah, that stuff's
rare on the west coast.

Sedona Gibson had no record
and no history of drug abuse.

Her apartment was clean. No evidence
of alcohol, dr*gs or related paraphernalia.

And, except for insulin,
not even prescriptions.

No Ambien? It showed
up on her tox screen.

TAO: Chief, working through
Sedona's sharps container.

I've tested 27 used syringes.
All come back clean for opiates.

BRENDA: Okay. So she
wasn't a heroin addict.

But she died of an overdose,
so we have to consider...

that someone talked
her into trying heroin.

What do we know about
her, um, date that night?

I looked into the billing
on the hotel room.

And it turns out it was paid for by a
company called Dynamic Goods...

which is a front for an escort
service called Four Aces Models.

Dynamic Goods. Sounds ambiguous
enough not to look suspicious on...

- a married man's credit card.
- Wait.

Chief, I'm sorry.

The morgue was one thing, but Detective
Ortega... She shouldn't be here for this.

I can handle it. Say
what you have to say.

Okay. Four Aces Models.

They, uh, cater
to a rich clientele.

The rates start at 1200 and
they skyrocket from there.

Now, the fee is all-inclusive,
and covers the hotel room.

The company's based in Los Angeles,
and owned by a woman named...

Linda Prall. Lieutenant
Provenza just picked her up.

She called her attorney when
he walked through the door.

So her lawyer
will be joining her.

[SIGHS]

Is my daughter...
on that web site?

I, uh, think they must have
taken her picture down.

BRENDA: Sedona was in Vegas?

Yes, ma'am, last weekend. We found
a plane ticket along with casino chips.

Also there's this note inside.

I think it's written in Russian, if I'm
not mistaken. Can you translate, chief?

BRENDA: Uh...

Basically, it just says, "You
were fantastic. Thank you.

Dimitry Andropov."

- So, uh, she was there on a job?
BRENDA: I'm assuming that's the case.

Will you find out if Howard is in
the building? I'd like him to join me...

for my interview
with that Linda Prall.

Thank you. Pardon me, gentlemen.

Mrs. Prall, I assume
you're aware...

that one of your employees, an
escort named Sedona Gibson...

was found dead in a
hotel room paid for...

- by your escort service.
FISHER: Excuse me.

Mrs. Prall runs a
modeling agency.

Any suggestion to
the contrary, we'll walk.

BRENDA [ON MONITOR]:
Let's not get off on the wrong foot.

Why is the FBI here?

If Prall doesn't answer
Johnson, I'll take her into custody.

FISHER: What charge?
- How about interstate prostitution?

Sedona Gibson worked
for you in Los Angeles...

but you booked her to
entertain a client in Las Vegas...

days before she died.

Four Aces Models has
a strict no-sex policy.

Any activity between two
consenting adults is private.

Would Dimitry Andropov be
one of your consenting adults?

FRITZ: The FBI will subpoena
Mrs. Prall's business records.

We will find the answers to
Chief Johnson's questions.

Or we can just
chat about it in here.

Sedona was a good girl. It's a
shame what happened to her.

BRENDA: How long had
she been working for you?

PRALL: Maybe a year?

It was part-time for her.
She was going back to school.

Getting her life on track.

Can you tell me about Sedona's
last date on the night she died?

That's not any of your business.

How big do you want
this investigation to be?

He was a first-timer. Didn't
really understand how things work.

His name?

I don't, um... I don't
remember. Offhand.

- But you will find out
for us? FISHER: If...

we can agree that that information
will not be used to prosecute my client.

Wouldn't dream of it.

Any idea why Sedona came
to work for you in the first place?

Her husband, Drew.

They were struggling, broke. He
was an addict. That sort of thing.

- What about Sedona? Did she use?
- No.

Well, not that I know of.

She was just desperate
to be loved, you know?

To be needed. She
would do anything for Drew.

She even made some films a few
months back because he wanted her to.

- Pornography?
- Adult films.

He talked her into doing them because
they raise a model's hourly quote.

Made her more valuable.

Thing is, after she did them, the
bastard kicked her out. You believe that?

Messed her up pretty good.

She told me she was trying
to get ahold of her family.

Bad blood there, I guess. It's not like
any of these girls come from happy homes.

So she was all
alone in the world.

Except for me. And I
can only do so much.

Yeah. You're a
regular Mother Teresa.

Hey, it is an ugly
world out there.

I didn't mistreat her.
That was her husband...

after he kicked her out, coming
around again, asking for more money.

Where is he now? Drew?

She told me he was crashing
with some low-life. Blazer, I think.

- But I don't know.
- Jesse Blazer.

A drug dealer in Phoenix.
I arrested him twice.

Why would Drew k*ll her?

The girl was paying
him to leave her alone.

Chief, I got an address in
Sedona's cell for a Jesse Blazer.

Ah, let's go talk to him.

Detective, before you ask, it would
not be appropriate for you to join us.

Uh, Agent Howard, would you
please follow up with Mrs. Prall...

on the identity of Sedona's last
john? I don't want her to forget.

I'll get his name
and pay him a visit.

[DOG BARKING]

[CAT MEOWS]

Afternoon. I'm Deputy
Chief Johnson. L.A...

DREW: Cop! It's a cop!

We have a runner!

[DOG BARKING]

Put your hands
in the air! Do it!

You! Get your hand
off the g*n! Now!

Chief!

[GRUNTING]

[DREW YELLING]

[MAN COUGHING]

We're done in here, guys.

Lonnie Harris.

Are you Drew Gibson?

- Are you Drew Gibson?
- Do you know Sedona Gibson?

Did you know Sedona Gibson!

Knew she was a whore.

[BRENDA GASPS THEN GRUNTS]

Damn it!

Thank you. Everybody okay?

Yeah, I'm good. Lieutenant? You?

Uh, well, I feel terrible about
the fish. But, uh, I'll cry later.

Right now, we've got to, uh...

We've gotta find their needles
before patrol drags us out of here.

Needles or something that
ties them to Sedona's death.

Chief. Well, this is what k*lled her.
White heroin. And they got a lot of it.

Burners like these guys? They
don't have the dough for stuff like this.

[SIRENS WAILING OUTSIDE]

Sergeant. Detective David
Gabriel, Major Crimes.

The house is secure. There
are no outstanding suspects.

- And there are officers involved.
- Got it. Uh, Chief Johnson?

I have to ask you
to step outside.

Of course. Yeah, we'll... We'll be
right out. We're leaving right now.

- Chief. BRENDA: Yeah?

Chief, we gotta go. We gotta go.

Chief Johnson. Detective Gabriel
tells me you had a very close call.

Not serious.

Still, you must
be a little rattled.

Why aren't you downtown?

Your interview with FID
takes place right away.

I never discharged my w*apon.

Good. At least you won't be
the subject of another lawsuit.

Day's not over yet. I need
to get back in that house.

FID has it for 48
hours, then it's all yours.

Ortega is waiting in my office to find
out if we found her daughter's m*rder*r.

Something in the house
helps you confirm that?

Needles with a lot number that
matches what we found in our victim's arm.

How badly do you
want the needles?

If I found them, or something else
that would help you make your case...

you could convince Detective
Sanchez to let me interview him...

- You're blackmailing me?
- You have the idea. Yes.

Find the needles. We'll talk.

[ELEVATOR DINGS]

Excuse me. Sorry. Thank you.

- Hi.
- Hey.

- How are you?
- Fine.

- Careful. I smell like a fish t*nk.
- You smell great.

And alive.

- I hope I brought the right dress.
- Oh, I'm sure it's fine. Thank you.

What's going on?

I don't have time to
stop for this now. I don't.

What'd you find out
about Sedona's last john?

- You sure you wanna do this?
- I do. I do. Let's keep going.

Okay. Sedona's last john is a
guy named Spencer Pittman.

He's married, got a kid. Booked
Sedona for a night, got cold feet...

and never showed up. Pulled
a late night at work instead.

- Did you confirm his story?
- With three of his coworkers.

Okay. Let me put this dress on
before something else happens.

Oh, there you are. Um...

I... I have something for you.

- Evening, Agent
Howard. FRITZ: Captain.

Don't be here all night.

Okay.

BRENDA: You found their needles?
RAYDOR: And some Ambien, yes.

Oh. Sedona's tox screen
came back positive for Ambien.

Ambien. Judging by the
envelope I found them in...

I'm pretty sure these are
not part of a prescription.

I've kept my end of the bargain. Now
I'd like to speak to Detective Sanchez.

He's in his interview.

All right, I'll wait for him
in your conference room.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

It should take about an hour to
process this envelope for prints.

But these needles that
Captain Raydor found...

have the same lot supply number
as the one that k*lled Sedona Gibson.

It was Drew. I was right.
He m*rder*d my daughter.

TAYLOR: Look, we know Drew
Gibson was involved in some way...

but there's still no
definitive proof of homicide.

Sedona could've invited her
husband to that hotel room.

How else would he have
known she was there alone?

BRENDA: The commander's right.

We don't have enough evidence
to close the case. Excuse me.

Hollywood ran a DNA test on
Sedona Gibson before they ID'd her.

Results came back and we
got a definite hit on her father.

Arrested on an embezzlement charge
in '92. But he didn't live in Phoenix.

In fact, until recently, he
was a resident here in LA.

Until recently?

Yeah. Sedona's father died six months
ago. Guy named Randolph Pittman.

Detective Ortega,
who's Randolph Pittman?

Randolph Pittman?
I don't know, why?

According to Sedona's
DNA test, he was her father.

Oh, I see.

Uh, Sedona was adopted.

When she was three months old.

It's something I never think
about outside a doctor's office.

Is it...? Is it
relevant somehow?

It wasn't information that I
was... I was trying to withhold.

Okay.

Mrs. Prall told me that Sedona
was looking for her family.

I assumed she was
talking about you.

But she knew where you
were. She'd called you recently.

Randolph Pittman.

The name of Sedona's last john.

His last name was
Pittman too, wasn't it?

Yeah. Spencer Pittman.

So Sedona was looking
for her biological family.

Looks like she found them.

Okay, uh, lieutenant, find out what
you can about Spencer Pittman...

and bring him in as
soon as possible, please.

So, later, you were in the car with
Chief Johnson and Detective Gabriel...

when the three of you took
Turell Baylor to his house.

Was there conversation on
the way to the suspect's home?

Yes. The chief offered Baylor
an opportunity to revoke...

his immunity deal and confess
to the sh**t' Newton murders.

What'd Turell say?

About revoking his immunity
agreement? He said no.

Do you think the chief would've let
him out of the car if he'd said yes?

When you arrived at
Mr. Baylor's house...

did you have any reason to
believe that he was in danger?

It's a bad neighborhood.
Anything can happen.

Yes, but was there any sign of a
specific threat towards Mr. Baylor?

For example, g*ng
members hanging around.

If they were g*ng members,
they would've been 110 Crips.

Nobody had a problem with
dropping him off with Crips?

I did not have a
problem with it.

Do you remember if Detective
Gabriel voiced any concern?

- No.
- No he didn't voice a concern?

Or no you don't remember?

Do you wanna know
what I remember, captain?

Yes.

I remember...

Turell Baylor m*rder*d
a 74-year-old man...

and shot his eight-year-old
grandson in the head.

I'm foggy on the rest. Sorry.

FLYNN: Oh, hey, chief.

Spencer Pittman is in
One. I read him his rights...

and I told him we were
looking at Four Aces Models.

But his alibi is
solid on the night...

of the m*rder. He never
set foot in the room.

Now, I did go through his finances
and I found a cash withdrawal...

for $50,000 from one of his
personal accounts 10 days ago.

According to FID the net weight of the
heroin collected at the sh**t today...

would've cost the dealers
approximately, wait for it...

- $50,000.
- Do we know if he has a motive?

Spencer's father was a pretty
successful investment broker.

When he died, he was worth
over a hundred million dollars.

FLYNN: Here's a copy of his
father's last will and testament...

which states that his assets are to
be divided evenly among his kids.

Which, before Sedona showed up, was
Spencer and his older brother, Bennett.

I knew Sedona's birth father lived
in L.A. County, and I told her that.

I don't know how she
followed through on this.

Medical issues have made it
easier to open adoption records.

Let's say your daughter found
out who her birth family was...

and knew that she was in
line to inherit tens of millions.

Approximately $33,000,000.

Well, there's Spencer's
motive. He didn't wanna pay up.

Oh, and get this. Pittman's
got a prescription for Ambien.

All right, all right.
So wait a minute.

How are you gonna turn
$50,000 and an envelope...

of Ambien into a m*rder charge?

Your suspect wasn't near the scene,
and his alleged accomplice is dead.

Well, I'll ask Mr. Pittman some
questions, and see what he has to say.

How did it go with
Captain Raydor?

Chief...

do you really think we had anything
to do with Turell Baylor getting k*lled?

We didn't.

He showed up here,
looking for protection...

because his g*ng
was sh**ting at him.

So it didn't matter where we let
him go. Baylor was a dead man.

Well, I don't know about that.

Julio, I... I don't...
I don't know.

- There are gaps in the record that...
- Gaps?

Chief, let me fill
in the gap for you.

Turell Baylor committed
a double-homicide...

because he didn't
wanna pay for a beer.

So let's say that we let him go.

And somehow he doesn't
get offed by his friends.

A day, week, month later...

we'll kneel over someone
else Baylor shot to death...

and explaining to family
members why we let a m*rder*r...

out on the street.

And we'd probably
get sued for that too.

Gaps?

Chief, no gaps?

Uh, just got this back
from Latent Prints.

- Drew Gibson's paws are all over it.
- Thanks. Anyone else?

Uh, lieutenant, you...

- You sure you don't wanna go home?
- And do what? Get drunk?

Not tonight.

Right.

Oh, okay.

[SIGHS]

My wife cannot
find out about this.

This conversation is a
hundred percent confidential, sir.

[SIGHS]

So embarrassing.
Hiring a prost*tute.

I've never done
anything like this before.

You won't put my name
in the papers, will you?

Oh. Believe me, we
don't write the news.

Just follow-up questions on
what you've already told the FBI.

We know you didn't show
up for that prost*tute, did you?

What was her name? Sedona?

- Is that what she called herself?
- Heh.

I guess. Yeah.

These names.

Look, that night, I
don't know, I just...

I couldn't go through with it.

Well, it would've been
a little bit weird, right?

Sedona being your
half-sister and all.

Okay, wait.

- I'll explain. This isn't how it looks.
- What does it look like?

I don't know. Like I had some kind
of sick situation going on with her. I...

I was trying to help her.

She needed help.

He'll explain his way out of this,
and we have nothing to hold him on.

BRENDA: Is that what
the money was for?

The $5 0,000 in
cash you withdrew...

from your bank 10 days ago?

What does this have to
do with Four Aces Models?

Was the money
for her, Mr. Pittman?

Look.

She had problems. Obviously.

I know it sounds terrible but I didn't
want Sedona to embarrass my family...

in which she most
decidedly did not belong.

So, yes, the money was for her.

That's...

not what Sedona's
husband is telling us.

- What?
- What?

That's right.

Mr. Gibson is painting a very
different picture of what happened here.

So, um, if you'll excuse us, I'm just
gonna run what you told us by Mr. Gibson...

and, uh, we'll see how
he reacts. Excuse me.

Stay here.

For heaven's sakes, detective.

- I'm sorry, chief. I was trying...
- No, no, no, it's fantastic. I just...

need a moment to think
about how this all plays out.

What was that?
Drew Gibson is dead.

Pittman doesn't know that.

Okay, but if you say something
Pittman knows isn't true...

I'll say that's what Sedona's
dead husband told me.

I'm so sorry...

but Mr. Gibson insists that you
gave him $50,000 to get rid of Sedona.

- What? That's... Why would I
do that? BRENDA: I don't know.

- He said you paid him to k*ll her.
SPENCER: The man is a lunatic...

and, by the way, a junkie.

How'd you know he was a junkie?

Perhaps I should
ask for a lawyer.

If you wanna wait for
an attorney, that's fine.

I'd be happy to
talk to Mr. Gibson.

But you should know that the first
person I send to the DA gets a deal...

and the second gets
the death penalty.

The death penalty?

- Wait, wait, wait. This can be explained.
- Then hurry it up.

I gave Drew money.

But I just asked him to get
the girl to go back to Arizona...

- or wherever she was from. That's it.
SANCHEZ: What was the hotel room for?

She stopped returning his calls,
so I arranged an appointment...

so that Drew could
speak to his wife.

Do you have a
prescription for Ambien?

- Along with 50 million other people,
yes. BRENDA: Not Drew Gibson.

And yet we found some in
his house in this, uh, envelope.

He says that you gave him
this to knock Sedona out first.

He could've gotten
Ambien anywhere.

That's true. There's two sets
of fingerprints on the envelope.

One set. One set only.

BRENDA: Some belong to
Mr. Gibson, and the others...

don't show in our system.

So with that in mind, um, would
you please come with me, sir?

- Where are we going?
BRENDA: To roll your prints.

See if they match the
unidentified ones on this envelope.

What if...? What if I
don't want fingerprints?

I have the right to refuse.

Up until the time I arrest you for
m*rder. You want me to do that now?

You people. All right. All right.
Fine. I... I gave Drew the Ambien.

I didn't give him heroin,
or tell him to k*ll anybody.

How do you know Sedona
died of an overdose?

We didn't tell him that. Did we?

Too many lies, Mr. Pittman.

At least Mr. Gibson told us the
truth and expressed some regret.

I think the two of you need
to sit down, talk for a moment.

I just need him to identify you,
and confirm that you paid him.

Wait, wait. Look.

Look, you don't
understand. This...

hooker showed up out of the
blue, and told me she was my sister.

It's no surprise my father
screwed around with the maids...

but why should my
brother and I pay?

The b*tch didn't deserve a
penny of my father's estate.

And that's what she
wanted. Her share.

I refuse to let trash like that
drag my family through the gutter...

and pay her for the insult.

I had an obligation to protect us
from being robbed and disgraced.

Something I'm certain
a judge will understand.

What the judge will understand
depends on who I send to the DA first.

Fine. I went to Sedona's loser
husband and I asked him to get rid of her.

And I paid him $50,000 to make sure
she never came near my house again.

Is that good enough to get me
out of here and into the DA's office?

Now you want more?
You want more. Fine.

I paid Drew to k*ll the woman
that was threatening my family.

Is that good enough?
May I go now?

While you deal with the
Drew Gibsons of the world.

Actually, sir, we already
dealt with Mr. Gibson.

SANCHEZ: Drew Gibson was k*lled
earlier today. You're under arrest...

for the m*rder of Sedona Gibson.

What? You've been lying
to me this whole time?

- Get rid of him, detective.
- Yes, ma'am.

- Let's go.
- You're in over your heads.

You have no idea!

You're never gonna
get away with this. Ever.

I have a question for you, sir.

- Who the hell is this?
- You shut up.

Did Sedona ever once
actually ask you for any money?

No. But she was a whore. What
else could she possibly have wanted?

Chief Johnson, I wanna thank
you for seeing this through.

Absolutely.

Just wish it'd been
a happier ending.

I feel like... I know
my daughter again.

I thought about coming out here
so many times. Just to find her.

But I never did it.

I let her down.

Oh, I let her down.

But you came through
for her at the end.

- We never would've been able to...
- It's only the end because I wasn't here.

Because I gave up on her.

Because my poor baby...

I let her down.

I let her down. I let her
down. I let her down.

[ORTEGA SOBBING]

[SIGHS]

[SIGHS]

This really isn't a good time.

Okay. After you dropped Turell
Baylor off, and before you drove away...

Detective Gabriel said something
to you, and it was important...

because Detective
Sanchez refuses to repeat it.

The Baylor family's attorney knows
about this conversation, and I still don't.

After we let Turell go...

and before we drove away...

Detective Gabriel asked me if I
thought we should stick around.

I see.

And you told him to go?

I did.

[INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE]

Well, that's the
lawsuit, isn't it?

Detective Gabriel asked you the
$20 million question, but the thing is...

how does the plaintiff's attorney
know how you answered it?

What are you thinking?

Somewhere in your
division, Chief Johnson...

you have a leak.

[INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE]