The Closer

Look, I know I said I'd stop by

but it's getting kind of late.

This Q&A I did at the law school?

It went long.

What'd the future scumbags of America want to know about?

Mostly search-and-seizure rules.

Did you demonstrate on the coeds?

Come on. They were all too young.

Too young for you, but not for me.

My cutoff is 25, buddy.

So, how much you get paid for a lecture gig like this?

Oh, I got some great gifts --

a T-shirt, a coffee mug...

And the professor's phone number.

Yeah? What's his name?

Oh, very funny.

Anyway...

So, are you still gonna pick me up tomorrow?

Oh, my God!

Flynn?

Andy! Andy!

What the hell?! What happened?!

There's been an accident! There's been an accident!

Are you hurt?

No, no. I'm fine.

Listen, get an ambulance.

South side of Beverly, just east of Martel!

Okay, okay, okay.

Don't move, sweetheart. Help is on the way, okay?

My dad's gonna be so mad.

He didn't want me to ride the bike.

Tell me your name. What's your me?

Gracey.

Okay, Gracey,

did you see the driver of the car that hit you?

All I saw were headlights.

I...I-I think I'm okay. I'm good.

I don't feel anything.

- Just help me up. - No, no, no.

You -- you just lie there, okay?

An ambulance is on the way.

I'm so sorry to cause you all this trouble.

I really think I'm okay.

Listen -- listen, sweetheart, it's no trouble at all.

You were in an accident.

Hey, you're a champ, Gracey.

You're a champ.

Yeah, you're doing good.

You're doing good, sweetheart.

You're doing good.

Gracey, don't...

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Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, no!

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God.

Oh, no!

Oh. Oh.

I-I'm sorry.

I-I think I may have left my purse here.

Gail! I thought you left.

Well, I thought I had, too.

I can't find my car.

I think it's been stolen.

Oh, not the Mercedes.

Oh, no, this is awful.

My car, purse...

the phone, the credit cards, everything.

Oh, honey, you should have valeted.

I could have valeted!

I'll call the police.

Would you like me to tell them who you are?

No, no, no. No.

- Yes. - No, don't do that.

- Yes. - Well, yes, maybe...

If you think it'll move things along faster.

Would you look at me?

My hands are shaking.

Oh, you poor baby.

Let's get you a drink. What would you like?

Oh, you know what?

I think I'll have something with vodka please?

Right away.

Mom?

Hey, mom, is that you?

Hi, honey.

I'm sorry I'm late.

I-I would have called,

but somebody stole my purse.

Somebody stole it, or you left it somewhere?

No, this time, someone actually took it.

And they took my car, too.

Can you believe it?

Mom, do you really need that?

After the night I have had,

yes, mommy needs a nightcap.

Well, at least you didn't drive home.

No.

Your dad's boys in blue

brought me right to the front door,

only too happy to help the police commissioner's wife.

Oh, go back to bed.

I'm just gonna...

Sit for a while.

Okay.

- Oh, oh. Good morning, Mrs. Myers. - Good morning.

Uh, Lieutenant Provenza, uh, Lieutenant Flynn, L.A.P.D.

Oh, my God.

Don't tell me you've already found my Mercedes.

No, no, but we're working on it.

Uh, I know it's an imposition,

but Chief Pope asked if you wouldn't mind coming downtown

to look at some photos of people

who might have been at the restaurant

you were at last night.

Wow, you guys are really on it.

- Come in, come in. - Well, thank you.

Yes, thank you.

Right this way, Mrs. Myers.

This is the heart of the Major Crimes division,

or what we call "the murder room."

And right over here,

we're trying to reassemble what happened last night.

Of course, we're, uh, surveilling all known chop shops

and high-end resale dealers in the area,

but you should prepare yourself.

A lot of these cars just go straight over the border.

Here you are.

Mrs. Myers, allow me to introduce Detective Sanchez,

Detective Gabriel,

and that's Lieutenant Tao over there.

Mrs. Myers. It's a pleasure, ma'am.

Ma'am, these are the known car thieves and parolees

who live within a 2-mile radius of where you parked your car.

If anybody looks familiar, just point.

Yeah, we ran all the DMV photos

and green-card I.D.s of all the kitchen workers,

bar staff, and waiters at La "Bon-ne" Ami.

La Bonne Ami.

We wrangled the reservation list and seating chart

from La bonne ami,

uh, early this morning from the maître d'.

I'm cross checking the food and drink tabs

with credit-card charges,

tracking down who might have been seated close to your table.

Somebody could have watched you park

and then followed you inside.

My God.

I just hope that you're not doing all of this

just because I'm a police commissioner's wife.

Well, not all of it.

We've only had two cars stolen

from that neighborhood all year.

We don't want this to start a trend.

Please, if you wouldn't mind hanging here for a second.

We're gonna send Chief Johnson in

to make sure everything's right with your insurance.

Uh, do you have enough coffee?

Uh, yes. Thank you.

Hello, hello.

I'm so sorry to have kept you waiting, Mrs. Myers.

I'm Deputy Chief Brenda Leigh Johnson.

We've met once before, but you probably don't remember.

You and, uh, Commissioner Myers

hosted a cocktail party at your house for Chief Pope.

Such a nice house.

I'm so sorry about your car.

I've never had mine stolen -- or my purse, for that matter,

which, for me, would be much worse.

I keep everything in that purse -- everything.

Which reminds me --

is there a reason you haven't canceled your credit cards?

You know, I completely forgot.

Well, you should get on it right away.

As your husband would tell you,

to have your car stolen is one thing,

but identity theft is much worse.

So, I know that you must be...

Sick of, uh, going over what happened last night,

but it is crucial that I get the details directly from you.

Okay.

I went out to dinner with my daughter

and her two best friends from the Marlborough Academy

and their mothers.

Um, after dinner, I noticed my purse was missing.

Right.

You, uh -- you told the responding officers

that you thought you might have left it in the ladies' room?

Honestly, I don't remember.

I actually walked out of the restaurant,

thinking I might have still left the purse in the car.

But the car was gone.

Then what?

Uh...I walked back inside,

and the manager called the police.

Well, we may have more information to add to that.

Um...You see, Mrs. Myers, um...