The Closer

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- Good morning. - Good morning.

What's that?

Real-estate flyer.

Four bedrooms, ranch style, big backyard,

a pool, a custom gourmet kitchen.

- And it's within our price range? - Yeah.

Where's it located?

New copper plumbing, new electric, new roof.

Where, though?

Great school district, perfect for starting a family.

- Fritzy, where is it? - Calabasas.

Cal who?

Your phone... is the duplex,

this tissue box... Parker center,

your shoes...

... the FBI on wilshire,

your underwear...

... the valley.

And Calabasas is?

There.

- That's not even Los Angeles. - It's L.A. County.

Just see the place before you decide you hate it.

Brenda, Los Angeles is a big place.

Are you saying you don't want me looking anywhere in the valley?

Answer, answer, answer.

Let it go to voice...

... mail.

Deputy chief Johnson.

Yes, sergeant Gabriel.

When was that reported?

Okay, where are you now?

I'll be there shortly.

Critical missing,13-year-old boy missing 1 hour and 35 minutes.

You want to call the office and volunteer? We could practice carpooling.

Sergei Monroe, age 13.

According to his parents, they sent him to his room last night for

arguing with his 16-year-old sister, Theresa, at approximately 8:00 p. m.

Yesterday evening.

This morning, 6:00 a. m., Sergei's mother goes to wake him up, he's gone.

They look around for about 30 minutes, called 911.

Do the Monroes have a home-security system, alarms, video cameras?

No, but apparently Sergei does have a cellphone.

We've been calling it, but it just keeps going straight to voice mail.

Any sign of forced entry, busted windows, locks?

No, and we interviewed Mr. and Mrs. Monroe, and their daughter

all individually, they all say the same thing.

- It was a normal evening. - Kid could be a runaway.

He's done this before. His father said he called 911 as a precaution anyway.

Or because they're in denial.

All right, David.

Mrs. Monroe, Mr. Monroe,

I'm deputy chief Brenda Leigh Johnson of the L.A.P.D.,

and this is agent Fritz Howard from the FBI.

- My god FBI? - We help out with critical missings.

Critical? What?

Anytime a child 13 or under goes missing,

we classify their return as our highest priority,

which means we won't stop looking until we find your son.

But Sergei's just...

I told your detectives, he's probably gonna show up at school any minute,

if he tries to come home, he's gonna see all of you

and think he's in even more trouble.

Sergei's run away twice before.

He's had a few problems adapting lately.

Adapting to what?

America.

- Where's he from? - Russia.

We adopted him five years ago.

And you found him through?

An orphanage.

He had no family. There's no one.

There's no one in Russia that's gonna be looking for Sergei

or trying to kidnap him. This is... my god.

So, the last time you saw Sergei was 8:00 p. m. last night

after you sent him to his room for arguing with his sister.

- Yes. - And what was the argument about?

Just him using Theresa's things without permission.

I mean, this is nothing we haven't gone through before.

And where's your daughter now?

Theresa, we need to talk to you again.

Theresa, open the door, please.

So, the entire world stops to pay attention to Sergei. Is that it?

I see you like your privacy.

You see my hair?

It used to be a lot longer than this.

Then one night Sergei thought it would be funny

to cut it off while I was sleeping.

He does cute stuff like that.

For example, torturing and killing my cat.

And no matter what dad tells you that's why he put the lock on my door;

Because Sergei is a psycho.

You and Sergei had an argument last night. What was that about?

He and his little pathetic friend Jason were...

Jason? Who's jason?

Jason Hetner.

He'll do anything Sergei tells him. It's pitiful.

And yesterday they both created yet another nightmare

for our next-door neighbor, Mr. Taft.

What did they do to the neighbor, your brother.

Sergei's not my brother!

He's only here because my mom wanted to have a boy,

and she couldn't have one herself.

You listen to me, theresa.

Sergei is missing. This is very serious!

- Someone may have taken him or... - Taken him?

Come with me.

You really think someone would want to abduct a kid who draws like this?

Dad has to paint over the walls in here all the time.

Chief, excuse me. There's something you should see.

You're so worried about what someone might be doing to Sergei.

I think you should be more concerned about what Sergei

is doing to someone else.

- Dried blood. - Yeah, I think so, too.

S.I.D. is analyzing the sample right now.

- And the turn signal's cracked. - Is that hair?

It is.

Short, black, pulled from the root.

- Could be the boy's. - I guess.

- Looks close. - Whose car is this?

- Theresa's. - OK, let's impound the vehicle,

Theresa also said something about Sergei

and a next-door neighbor, a Mr. Taft. Let's see if we can talk to him.

Chief, chief, this way.

According to a lady three houses down, a Mr. Taft?

Divorced, lives alone,

Had an argument last night with Mr. Monroe.

They were standing right out here in the street, screaming and yelling

at each other about sergei. Now, she doesn't know why.

Sanchez is already over here at the taft house, right here.

So, we're looking at a runaway here or not?

I'd rather have Sergei answer that question.

Look here. These look like fresh tire tracks, chief.

- See if they match Theresa's car. - Chief,

No one's answering the door, but there's something in the backyard

- that we should look at. - OK.

Is it locked?

Fritzy, do you mind?

Want to lose the bag?

What is that? A grave?

We got to get in there.

Oh, for heaven's sakes.

Call judge Reisser.

Get a search warrant for the house, the yard, and the cars.

Meanwhile, gentlemen, we have exigent circumstances, let's start digging now.

- You don't want to wait for a warrant? - No, no. That grave is probable cause.

Shovel, shovel, please!

Get the warrant anyway.

I don't want a murderer to get away on a technicality.

Thank you, thank you, detective.

Hold it, hold it, hold it.

I got something. I got something.

Okay.

Easy, easy.

- It's stiff, chief. It's stiff. - OK.

Hey!

What's going on here?! What are you doing on my property?!

L.A.P.D. We've got a search warrant. Get him out of here.

- What is going on?! - We have a warrant.

You have no right to do this! No right!

What the hell are you doing on my property?!

- Police business, sir. - You have no right to do this!

Instead of digging up Ralphie,

why don't you arrest that little son of a bitch Sergei

that killed my dog?

You saw Sergei Monroe do this to your dog?

Trust me... The kid did it.

- When was the last time you saw him? - Yesterday morning.

What? Is Sergei missing?

Did he run away... again?

'cause if he has, why don't you do everyone in the neighborhood

a favor and stop looking for him?

Sir, I find your attitude towards this boy worrisome.

How about this for an attitude?

I want that kid dead.

How about that?

You want some more suspects?

Why don't you go up and down our street? Ask anyone,

'cause everyone hates Sergei;

Not just me.

And his parents are useless.

Why didn't you report him to the police?

I did! But you people,

you didn't do anything at all.

And what's the result?

Yesterday I came home from work to find my dog dead on my front lawn.

Sergei and that creepy kid.

They let him out of the backyard and they ran him down in cold blood.

Now, when you say Sergei ran over Ralphie,

you mean this 13-year-old kid was driving the vehicle?

Yeah, yeah, he's done it several times.

He takes his big sister's car out on the street for a race.

And that's against the law, isn't it?

What'd you do about that? Nothing.

So, after you found your dog,

you went across the street and argued with Sergei's father.

I told brian before that I would sue his ass, and I will.

What else did you tell him?

A neighbor heard you arguing.

Did you threaten Sergei?