The Closer

Good morning.

Synchro: ShalimarFox, Kiry

You know...

We haven't spent any quality time in the guest room yet.

Really?

- Are you OK? - I'm fine. Just a back spasm.

- Are you OK? - I'm fine. I'm fine.

Old football injury.

Shoot!

- I'll just let voicemail get it. - No, I'm fine. Please.

Go answer. You're vibrating.

Well... I was.

Hello?

Gabriel said it's a hit-and-run, so it should be an easy day.

- Hey, hey. - Yes?

Maybe... We could meet back in the guest room...

Say around noon?

Noon?

- Are you sure? - Oh, I'll be ready.

I told you, it's just a muscle spasm.

Really?

Do not doubt the FBI.

I won't.

- So, you and daniels. - Yes, sir.

- Working out some kinks, you know? - Yeah, it's a little rough.

Morning, sergeant.

Commander.

Nice tie.

Thanks.

Good morning. Oh, what a lovely day.

Is she all right?

So, why are we here?

Chief, at 6:10 this morning,

a shop owner found what he described as a "dead homeless dude"

in the alley behind his building.

So, now priority homicide is handling "homeless dudes"?

Well, technically, he's not homeless.

Responding officers found a parole i. D. In his wallet

saying he lives at a halfway house in north hollywood

and that his name is Roy Wilkinson.

They called me, and

I thought it best to get priority involved.

- What is that smell? - Margaritas.

One is never enough, two is too many, and 12...

Well, you're looking at 12.

Yeah. It looks like roy got hit by a car.

Coroner's investigator estimates the body's been here since 2:00 a. m.

Like I was saying,

maybe Roy passes out, a drunk driver

heads down the alley, runs him over, and keeps going.

There's no lights back here and no sign of skid marks.

I've got officers searching the area for damaged cars

and a few more knocking on doors to see if anyone's heard something.

No one has answered my original question, why is this a priority?

Chief,

this speed bump is Roy Wilkinson.

Who?

In 1999, Roy Wilkinson was convicted of manslaughter

after killing his girlfriend, Carly Mayhan.

It's amazing, commander,

two pieces of bullshit in one sentence.

First, Carly wasn't his girlfriend.

He picked her up in a bar.

And, second, manslaughter, my ass!

It was Flynn's case.

I think it's safe to say that he took issue with the jury's verdict.

They should have put this guy in jail for life.

Instead, he only gets eight years.

Carly mayhan is davis mayhan's daughter, the movie producer.

It was all over the news.

Not in Atlanta.

Somebody must have used roy's name on an open channel.

Well, chief Johnson,

you might want to tune in tonight,

because I assure you every network is going to run with this story.

Well, commander, don't let me stand between you and the cameras.

Chief, I could do a thorough investigation right now.

A murdering scumbag alcoholic passes out in an alley

and gets run over by a car,

leaving the world a much better place.

I'll write it up, and we'll all be home by noon.

Look, I'd love to be done with this by noon.

You have no idea how much I'd like to be done with this by noon.

But we have a dead body,

a bunch of nosy reporters, and somebody fled the scene.

So nobody is gonna be done with anything by noon!

Now, who has the number for the halfway house?

The place is run by a private foundation.

They call it a re-entry center.

This one is hooked up with the parole program at victorville.

Yeah, most of these slugs treat parole like a weekend pass.

They don't even get unpacked before they're back into trouble.

Hi. I'm karen silva.

I'm the manager here. Can I help you?

Yes, ma'am. We're with the L.A.P.D.

We wanted to talk to you about Roy Wilkinson.

What happened?

I'm afraid there's been an accident, ma'am.

- Roy was hit by a car. - Roy's dead.

Oh, no.

What happened?

They found him in an alley early this morning. It appears he'd been drinking.

Poor Roy.

It's a shame he fell off the wagon.

Yeah, more likeunderit.

You don't seem surprised.

I've learned not to be surprised anymore.

I thought Roy was getting better.

People just don't understand how hard it is for these men.

Hard for them?

Lieutenant... Why don't you go interview sleeping beauty over there,

while Ms. Silva shows us Roy's room?

That sound good?

Sure. Come with me.

This is Roy's bunk.

Which one of these dressers is Roy's?

The one on the right.

No family photos.

Roy was like most of the guys who wind up here.

If he had any family, they didn't want to have anything to do with him anymore.

How did, how did roy get along with the other residents?

Well, I'm not here around the clock, but

I would know if there were any problems.

I did hear that someone on the outside was hassling him.

Who would that be?

I asked him. He didn't want to talk about it.

That's his one-year A.A. Chip.

He just got it.

He was so proud.

Did Roy have a job?

He just lost another one.

Do you think that might be one of the reasons why roy started drinking

after a year of sobriety?

I've learned through experience that alcohol doesn't need a reason.

I think these should cover everyone

who's been in residence here for the last year and a half.

Thank you. If you think of anything else at all, please give us a call.

Yes, do.

Could you get us a copy of Roy's death certificate?

- For? - Well, there won't be a funeral.

They'll just cremate him unless somebody sees to the details.

- I don't think that's right. - No, that doesn't seem right.

- I'll make sure we send one over. - Thank you.

Thank you, Ms. Silva. Yes.

Hang on, lieutenant Tao, one second.

What did he say about Roy?

Quiet, kept to himself, you know, the usual homicidal-maniac routine.

You can stay and talk to the rest of them.

Yes, lieutenant?

Right now?

Daniels called from the morgue.

Roy had both his femur bones crushed,

plus cracked ribs and massive internal injuries to the chest.

We assumed that when the

front wheel went over the upper body that the rear wheel went over the legs.

We've been running over all these dummies trying

to figure out how Roy managed to get two sets of injuries so close together.

Yeah, but the only way the tire patterns made any sense

was that when the car ran over the body, it suddenly turned to the right.

But the alley is too narrow.

It would have hit the wall, and there's no paint marks anywhere.

Please. My head is about to explode.

I assume you didn't bring us back down here just to catalog

all the things you don't know.

There's a trail of oil right down the middle of the alley.

There's a lot of oil in this alley.

There is, but not all of it's fresh.

Walk with me.

Please.

This puddle of oil here,

a few yards from the body, comes out of nowhere,

which got me thinking...

When the car ran over Roy Wilkinson,

Roy did a little damage to the car.

Maybe broke the oil pan.

That's what i'm talking about.

This spot here

tells me maybe the driver stopped,

got out, said, "Oh, my god. What have I done?"

Then took off again.

Walk with me.

So, now the car is leaking oil,

and we can follow the oil trail like breadcrumbs.

Walk with me.

Shows us exactly where the car went.

Walk with me.

Walk with me.

Walk!

The son of a bitch drove around the block

Came back to finish the job.

Once the vehicle ran over Roy Wilkinson a second time,

we were able to follow the oil trail

around the block, but, unfortunately,

onto the westbound 10, and then it was impossible to isolate it.

At least now we know we have a murder.

And now we know we're looking for a car with a damaged oil pan.

And we've been checking with garages, tow companies,

auto dealerships to see if anyone brought in a vehicle

with this type of damage, but so far, nothing.

I tracked down most of the residents.