The Closer s02e04 Episode Script
Aftertaste
deputy chief brenda johnson, I.
a.
p.
d.
party of one.
well, we have your crime scene ready for you, if you'll just step right this way.
thank you, sir.
meet karen bivas, managing partner of chez paul, I.
a.
's newest she, uh, clocked out for life between 2 and 3 a.
m.
she's still wearing her necklace and her wedding ring.
can we rule out robbery? well, no cash was stolen.
the, uh- the safe was locked.
purse had money and credit cards.
nice dress, by the way.
yours, i mean.
not hers.
oh, thank you.
i'm going straight to dinner after work today.
uh, her lip is swollen.
is that from the fall? mm-mmm.
no, whoever did this probably started with a punch to the mouth.
wonder what she was saying.
how many stab wounds? the coroner's investigator counted 18, but it's the, uh, slash across her neck there that made the mess.
it looks like she tried to run from her attacker.
someone has a temper.
clocked out, you said? how do you know she was working? oh, we found the manager's log book on the counter.
let's compare the residue from these pots and pans with the contents of her stomach.
mmph.
and this kitchen is full of potential murder weapons.
sergeant, let's please gather up all these knives and have them brought to the morgue.
we'll match 'em up against the victim's wounds.
thank you.
well, at least she wasn't eating alone.
could you please find someone who could tell me what's in that so-called log book? thank you.
and, uh, detective daniels, karen bivas' driver's license shows her living at an address on north quenga boulevard, so how did she get to be a managing partner of a high-falutin' place like this? could you look into her finances, please? yes, ma'am.
thank you.
her husband's here.
outside? yes.
who called him? no one.
he's the chef- the paul in chez paul.
and he wants in.
great.
this is my restaurant, let me in, you! i want to see my wife.
let me in! mr.
bivas! mr.
bivas, stand back.
let me explain.
i'm deputy chief brenda leigh johnson of the I.
a.
p.
d.
where is karen? is she in there? sir, when was the last time you saw your wife? around midnight.
she was managing the dining room floor.
is she missing? were you concerned when she didn't come home last night? we're working all the time right now.
we don't have the same hours.
please, will you tell me karen is ok? will you please tell me that? mr.
bivas, i'm very sorry to inform you that your wife was murdered last night in the kitchen of your restaurant.
no.
i don't believe you.
i want to see her.
i want to see her right now! i want to see her right now! i want to see- sir! i'm sorry.
that is not possible.
this is a crime scene.
if you'd like, i could arrange for someone to be with you.
go away.
i don't want you here.
get away from my restaurant.
i'm very sorry, mr- i said go away! get out! i don't want you here.
just leave me alone.
just leave.
leave me alone.
louis, the, uh, garde manger, said that karen was tough but fair even though her personal life was a little messy.
bernard, thesaucy-er, said she was polite but firm.
saucier.
now gamon, the sommie-lier sommelier.
said she was a bossy, micro-managing bitch.
but he respected her, even though she was stingy on the compliments.
i mean, you know the type, chief.
uh, detective sanchez, you interviewed the spanish speaking employees? si, mi jefe.
kitchen staff, mostly.
and, did they say anything about chef paul? drinks too much, needs a keeper, last week threw a half-cooked duck at his wife, but he missed, so they think that he loved her.
uh, lieutenant provenza, any help from the log book? uh, on the evening of the murder, chez paul served mrs.
bivas did not partake.
the light bulb in the ladies john blew out, d.
d.
and t.
n.
were comped for a dinner of $436.
the kitchen ran out of the halibut special around 10 p.
m.
hmm.
sounds like motive to me.
excuse me, lieutenant, what were those initials again, please? d.
d.
and t.
n.
oh, and sergeant gabriel called, and uh, none of the knives at chez paul fit the wound.
chief johnson? yes, oh! oh.
oh, thank you.
thank you.
thank you very much.
um um, i pardon me, uh, just one-one-one minute.
ha ha! chief? oh.
sorry to interrupt.
ok.
i found where the money came from for the, uh, restaurant.
one investor- a swiss holding company owned by the dutton group.
dutton? as in dennis dutton? as in the guy who beat his ex-girlfriend to death with a golf club.
as in d.
d.
from the log book.
he ate at chez paul last night? deputy chief brenda leigh johnson, we meet again.
i was just re-acquainting myself with your file.
really? and i like to think of myself as unforgettable.
why is it, mr.
dutton, that you're always one or two steps away from a murdered woman? so much for hello.
if you want to talk about old unsolved murders, i'll put you in touch with my new attorney.
but if you want to talk about chez paul, you'll find me in a helpful frame of mind since i'm its primary investor.
over $2 million.
that's a lot of money.
to you.
look, i hardly even knew karen or paul.
i gave them some cash on the advice of a friend.
so, since you're obviously in a mood to cut to the chase, why don't we get to my alibi? let's.
you ate dinner last night at the restaurant with- tom newman.
an influential food critic who was impressed enough with chez paul, ahem, to, uh, write us a terrific review.
i asked him to dinner as a way of saying thanks.
that was yesterday's evil plot.
you left the restaurant at 11:00.
where were you after that? uh, i accepted tom's invitation to stop by the house for a bottle or two of a 1986 chateau margo, which i'd been saving for a special occasion.
heh! one bottle-heh! would have been enough.
might have overdone it.
um, i've been a little blue since my wife left me.
and dennis and i talked about how maybe i should open up my own restaurant again.
it's interesting, really.
because that story you just told me- it's almost word for word what dennis dutton said when he was sitting in that exact same chair not 45 minutes ago.
up to and including the part about being a little blue about your wife leaving you.
well, it's uh- it's what happened.
so how else would i say it? dennis is a friend of yours, right? i like to think so.
we don't travel in the same social circle, but, uh, he invests in a lot of restaurants.
and dennis has extremely good taste.
and you are an expert on good taste? "karen bivas' first offering "since leaving I'amboise last year, "chez paul is a wonder.
"a piece of provence on melrose.
upon entering, i experienced-" a frizum? frissom.
french for, um, experiential excitement.
it means i liked the place.
it's also a lovely for your good friend dennis dutton.
i hear what you're implying, and i don't sell my reviews.
nor do i cut friends slack for sloppy work.
chez paul is exactly as i described.
you know, speaking of cutting people slack, this is what someone did to karen bivas last night.
i want you to take a good, hard look, mr.
newman.
we've collected every knife from that restaurant, and if we find one with dennis dutton's fingerprints on them, your alibi for him, mr.
newman, makes you an accomplice after the fact.
brenda: to murder.
now, i don't know what dennis promised you- pardon me, i'm sorry.
you don't have all the knives.
excuse me? these are just the kitchen knives.
a chef's knives are more personal to him and expensive.
he would wrap them up and take them home at the end of his shift, always.
detective daniels, see if you can find another financial connection between karen bivas and dennis dutton.
and have detective sanchez go by our food critic's house and see if he'll give us his trash.
yes, thank you.
sure you don't want the whole search unit? no, i want flynn and provenza to stay back so that they can follow him when i'm done.
and i don't want to alarm the guy.
he might be seriously mourning the death of his wife.
mr.
bivas, i'm deputy chief- i know.
you're the one who wouldn't let me see my wife's body.
sir, if you could, uh, we really need your help.
heh heh! my wife was murdered, and you want my help? sure.
at your service.
thank you.
you have to excuse me.
i had a death in the family.
what do you need? how can i assist you? well, anything you can tell us can be helpful.
but specifically, i was wondering if you owned a personal set of knives.
yes, of course.
what do you think? may i see them? i have a warrant to look for them, but i'd rather not serve it.
why do you want my knives? you suspect me, huh? is that it? you suspect i killed my wife? mr.
bivas, i don't want to make this day any more difficult than necessary, but if you don't let me have those- i want you to leave.
i will toss this house.
now! sergeant gabriel, please alert the units we require backup.
wait.
wait! hell.
sure, why not? you want my knives? i'll give them to you.
hey.
hey, you know what? i'll take it from here.
all right? why don't you take a step back over that way.
thank you, sir.
well, i excised the deep muscle wound on your victim and inserted every likely knife.
so far, nothing.
well, how about these.
hmm, ceramic.
huh, fancy and very sharp.
see, we can eliminate the short knives, because the wound is so very deep.
and the serrated edge.
what we're looking for is a single edge with a very fine point.
eh, uh-uh.
ecch.
i think i just became a vegetarian.
have you determined the contents of her stomach? um, let me see, where is it? where is it? ah.
here we go.
well pretty exotic meal.
poor woman didn't get much of a chance to enjoy it.
ok, gastric contents, about 500 milliliters of chewed, semi-solid food.
lettuce, soft cheese, mushrooms, white asparagus, and a very lean meat-ostrich.
ostrich? mm-hmm.
followed by a nice red wine.
oh.
well, the good news is we can stop looking for the knife.
brenda: this murder is very hard, and everyone's pulling a second shift, and i know you wanted to take me out to a restaurant, but i just- i really don't think i'm in the mood.
it's all right.
i already canceled the reservation.
you did? when? just a little after you got called in this morning.
oh.
you're calling to cancel, right? yeah, i'm sorry.
i just- i know i'm really having a hard time with this birthday, that's all.
hey, you're human.
that's allowed.
hey, did you get the flowers i sent you? oh! oh, i did.
i'm sorry.
heh.
they're very pretty.
and big.
ahem.
oh, i'm sorry.
my meeting's ready.
i gotta go.
all right, bye.
bye.
commander.
chief.
um, i, uh- i just need a little clarification about why you want so many people from the hollywood division to help you with this case.
you have a likely suspect and a weapon, too, no? the blade fits, but we have no forensic evidence tying that particular knife to the murder.
it only suggests that the killer might've been a cook.
yeah, i believe the french term is chef, which the husband is, and he's roaming the streets.
we have flynn and provenza tailing him, so if he has a girlfriend, or it turns out that he tries to flee the country, we'll find out about it.
but, as it turns out, we have another suspect in the mix, because chez paul's sole investor is dennis dutton.
and he was there last night.
that's not good.
but, uh, he has an alibi.
oh.
well, that's not good, either.
and she wants us to serve search warrants on the dutton estate so we can grab last night's tapes off of all of his security cameras.
i need to find out when he came home last night.
and she wants 24/7 surveillance on the guy after that.
in case he tries to flee the country, which he's done before.
but-wait a minute.
maybe there's something i'm not understanding.
you said dutton has an alibi.
yeah, but i don't like it.
oh.
well, i'll be sure and pass that along to the judge when we ask for a search warrant.
look, you have a team.
you manage their resources.
you have 2 people on the chef.
obviously you think he might have done it.
um, what can i say? either break the alibi that dutton has, or come back with a better story.
please.
gabriel.
oh, i'm sorry.
whoo! oh, i'm sorry.
oh, i'm so sorry.
oh, good.
stopped by our food critic's house.
his garbage was in the garage, so i asked him for it.
he didn't seem nervous about it.
chateau margot '86.
isn't that what, uh, newman said he and dennis were drinking? yes, it is.
we should have those dusted for prints.
i believe we have dennis' on file.
if his fingers even touched these bottles, i'll eat my words.
what about lieutenant provenza? have we heard anything from him? or has chef paul done anything incriminating, like walking around hollywood waving a knife in the air, saying, "hey, i killed my wife.
who wants me next?" uh, no, and no.
ok.
i'm gonna take these flowers down to my car.
pardon me.
pardon-thank you.
she's weirder than usual today.
hey, people think being the boss is so great.
it's not.
it's hard work.
yeah, she's a little weirder than usual.
chief? uh-huh? are you all right? yes, i just not where i expected to be today is all.
right, you were going to dinner.
what? oh.
right.
uh- right.
i was.
i was.
were you looking for me? uh, dennis dutton.
he said he didn't really know paul or karen bivas before investing in their restaurant, right? right.
well, that's funny, because i read tom newman's review of chez paul, and the restaurant karen worked at before she and her husband opened theirs, I'amboise? yes? meet one of their limited partners.
dennis dutton.
mm-hmm.
you're blowing this way out of proportion, as i knew you would.
karen managed the dining room for walter lasalle, who owns 3/4 of I'amboise, by the way.
and one night, while she was seating me, karen mentioned that she and her husband were thinking of opening a restaurant of their own, which concerned me.
look, paul bivas was the reason most people were coming to I'amboise in the first place.
what about walter lasalle? walter only owned the place.
he's a professional snob, not a cook.
so, karen showed me her business plan, i gave her the money, the end.
and how did walter take the news that his chef and manager were leaving? hmm.
i always wondered what made him angrier- them quitting or karen breaking off their relationship.
are you saying that walter and karen had an affair? no.
i'm saying they had sex.
did chef paul know? no.
how can you be so sure? because walter lasalle is still alive.
if you had plans for this evening, now might be a good time for you to cancel them.
i'm telling you, flynn, this guy's drunk as a skunk.
really? yeah.
well, let me ask you.
you usually get bombed before you go out to dinner? depends on who my date is.
at least he hasn't gone inside.
pacing, pacing.
walking around this ugly track- oh, taking another swig.
hang on, hang on.
i think he's going in, flynn.
i don't like the way he looks.
meet you inside.
i'll see you inside.
someone call 911! he's gonna kill him! kill who? walter! come on! call the police! holy crap.
mr.
bivas! put the knife down and get on the floor! he's trying to kill me! all right, just stay calm, sir.
mr.
bivas, i said put down your knife.
it's not mine.
it's his.
he has the same knives.
i don't care! put the knife down, now! and he hated karen.
you murdered my wife! shoot him! shoot him! listen to me, mr.
bivas.
mr.
bivas, listen to me! drop that knife.
confess.
i didn't do anything.
liar! stay back! son, i am too old to fight you, so if you don't put that knife down at the count of 5, i'm going to shoot you dead.
make him confess first! i don't negotiate.
4 now, turn around.
no! oh.
we should've shot them both.
hi.
um sorry about earlier.
i just want you to know that nothing would make me happier than putting dennis dutton behind bars.
oh.
well, i might be wrong about that.
it's possible i'm overreacting, but i still think his alibi stinks.
have you eaten anything today? because it occurs to me that this is actually a special occasion for you.
and i thought you might be hungry.
oh! you shouldn't have done that.
this is mama's kitchen, the best southern food in I.
a.
and considering how dangerous going out to eat has suddenly become- oh, nice flowers.
from fritz? oh yeah.
i just don't know where to put these.
i could never send flowers to estelle.
she's allergic to well, everything.
maybe i'll send her a nice bouquet to celebrate when the divorce is final.
it's amazing how fast you can go from- from being partners to adversaries.
yeah.
i'm sorry about that.
oh, here- i almost forgot.
happy birthday.
oh! you didn't have to do that! i- just consider it an apology for all the times i forgot your birthday when when it might have counted for something.
you don't need to apologize.
i think i do.
karma's a bitch.
and her name is estelle.
and look, we haven't had dinner together in, uh- i don't know how long.
this is not exactly chez paul, i know, but- excuse me.
commander.
what's up? uh hmm.
yeah, yeah.
um, the, uh, chef and the fellow flint roughed out.
they're through processing, ready for questioning.
thank you very much.
that's great.
well, um, pardon me.
thanks for going to so much trouble.
uh- some take-out here.
you should, uh, help yourself, commander.
it'll be stone cold by the time i get back.
thank you.
is that, uh, fried okra? have a seat.
oh, um-| how about we put these- oh, thank you, buzz.
thank you.
just leave them alone.
no one touches these flowers, ok? yes, ma'am.
thank you.
you must know i intend to press charges against the police.
well, mr.
lasalle, my detectives certainly wish they hadn't hurt you in the process of saving your life- yeah, we're all broken up about it, you creep.
| but we have some information about your relationship with the bivases that we have to follow up on.
what sort of information? well, we're trying to figure out why chef paul tried to kill you after his wife was murdered, which leads me to a delicate question.
it's regarding an affair that you had with karen.
am i under investigation? well, i suppose i am.
you people are amazing.
that animal came into my restaurant and tried to kill me! last night, after her husband left, karen stayed late to do the books.
she made a lovely dinner for two, and then something went terribly wrong.
oh! quelle horreur! and this was a woman with whom you were having an affair.
the affaire, as you are referring to it, was 4 years ago and lasted maybe 6 weeks.
and if paul knew about it, it certainly didn't prevent him from coming to work for me.
are you saying you hired him when you were carrying on with his wife? no.
she stopped carrying on with me the day after i gave paul the job.
i'm certain it's the only reason she slept with me to begin with- stupid cow.
but so what? who cares? life goes on.
but this notion that karen was cooking up a romantic late-night dinner for two.
it's absurd.
because the woman could barelycrackan egg.
excuse me.
oh, she knew about food, of course, and the business, but cooking? even i would be better in the kitchen than she was.
brenda: you're saying that neither you nor karen cooked.
but the knife that chef paul was holding to your neck when my detectives arrived-that was from yourset, was it not? yes.
but i never use them.
well, then why did you buy them? i didn't.
it was a gift from one of my investors.
dennis dutton? voila.
i introduced him to karen.
and he stole her away from me in more ways than one.
i can assure you- i tell you i was- and by the way, he gave them knives as well.
that man is knife happy.
she said not to touch her flowers.
i'm not touching her flowers.
i'm touching the basket.
she didn't say leave the basket alone, did she? brenda: but you weren't just having sex with her, you were having an affair? now you're reading her card.
shut up, buzz.
you see a stamp? she's been a nut job ever since these flowers arrived, and i want to know why.
this also explains why she's off sugar.
"happy birthday.
"you're 40 years young, and i love you.
fritz.
" ohh.
i kept my sexual relationship with karen a secret because i knew if you found out i'd been sleeping with a murder victim, you'd be suspicious.
did paul know you were having non-romantic sex with his wife? we were discrete.
and this arrangement ended? the moment i executed the wire transfer that financed chez paul.
so, it sounds to me less like anonymous sex more like a dutton paying to get laid.
i never pay for sex.
i don't have to pay for sex.
i could introduce you to about 100 women who'd pay me to have sex with them.
you stupid bitch.
she was using me.
she used me to help her husband.
oh, you're so angry, dennis.
sgt.
gabriel: is there something romantic about ceramic knives? because you bought walter lasalle and paul bivas a set, and we were wondering if maybe you bought yourself a set, too.
they're presents for the opening nights of their restaurants.
listen to me.
i have nothing to gain by karen's death.
in fact, her business sense was so key to the success of that restaurant that i tried to get her to change her insurance policy.
yeah, she had it going to her husband.
i wanted it to go to chez paul.
because i felt that without karen, the restaurant might go to pieces.
all the life insurance is in the bivas name.
in fact, karen just increased her benefit to her husband.
if his wife dies, the chef settlement is in the 7-figures.
double that if she's the victim of a homicide.
so, dennis has no motive and an alibi.
and paul bivas has multi-million dollar pay-off and an unfaithful wife.
what do we do now? uh well, uh, first i need a complete list of everything that was served at I'amboise and chez paul over the past 2 weeks.
and then? and then we're going to have to send this crime back to the chef.
man: i want out of here! thank you.
oh, i still can't get used to the pink.
well, it's supposed to have a calming effect.
just imagine how much worse it would be without it.
man: please! i don't want to be in here.
please let me out! let me out! ooh.
let me out.
mr.
bivas, i'm sorry to intrude, but i need to know what the specials were at your restaurant the night your wife died.
what difference does it make? we had a steak and a chicken and a fish like always! now let me out of here, please! or go away! go away! i can't away go away, mr.
bivas.
there's some things in life you can't send packin', that you have to face up to.
and right now, for you, that thing is me.
now, you're under arrest for assault and attempted murder.
a homicide charge might not be far behind.
we found your wife's life insurance policy, mr.
bivas.
and you are a very, very rich man.
what? but you won't be able to spend a multi-million dollar benefit in here.
now, this is what i want you to do.
paul, look at me.
face me! paul, look up! good.
now, answer my questions.
did you go to I'amboise's last night because you thought that walter lasalle murdered your wife or because you found out that walter had been sleeping with her? surely you knew about the affair that karen had with walter.
it's how you got your job at I'amboise's.
were you planning on going after mr.
dutton next? dennis dutton? karen slept with him to get money for your restaurant.
she was acting as if you were her pimp.
are you telling me you didn't know about this? no.
karen told me that all those wonderful things happened to me because- 'cause i was so talented.
people wanted me.
that's how much she loved me.
that she did those things because she loved me so much.
do we have the menu from I'amboise's? yeah, and a list of contents from their kitchen.
no ostrich.
and when i asked lasalle if he ever served it, he laughed.
the chef had the knives, the insurance, and his wife was screwing around on him.
that's worth a 5-star rating.
yeah, well, i'm not sure he knew about the insurance or the affairs.
well, mr.
lasalle had a lot of motive.
his restaurant was failing, falling apart.
and he got he same knives, and he was boning her, too.
yeah, but he doesn't cook.
he could be lyin'.
which leaves us with dennis dutton.
also boning her.
we all know how he takes rejection.
he doesn't cook either, and he had an alibi.
except wait a minute.
wait.
did you ever find dennis dutton's fingerprints on those wine bottles in newman's trash? no, ma'am, sorry.
sergeant gabriel, how many stores in the area do you think sell ostrich meat? we can find out.
why? because i think i realize how to break dennis dutton's alibi.
chief, what are you doing? i'm looking at the stars.
very nice of you to ask me out to lunch.
oh, thank you so much for agreeing to speak with me again about the murder.
mmm.
um, i know how irritating it must be to be asked the same questions over and over again.
but if i could get rid of this alibi that you've arranged with dennis dutton, i could make my arrest.
it's not arranged- please, just let me finish.
because i have all this evidence- how could you have evidence against dennis when he was with me when karen was murdered? because, uh, the knife that was used to kill karen bivas- dennis gives knives just like it to every chef he knows.
but more important than that, dennis was sleeping with the victim.
ahem.
what? ok, well, now you're just lying.
no.
no, i'm not.
he-he-he told me so himself.
dennis told you that he had sex with karen? well, first he told me that she had slept with walter lasalle.
that was to get her husband hired as the chef here.
but then, dennis admitted that karen threw her legs up in the air to get him to invest in chez paul.
just look at how angry dennis is talking about the way she used him.
she was using me! she used me to help her husband! brenda, on tape: oh, you're so angry, dennis.
see.
karen wasn't a slut.
sgt.
gabriel: romantic about ceramic knives? she was very selective in that sense.
she chose her lovers for what they could do for her.
all right.
all right.
all right.
dennis-ooh was not at my house during the time of the murder.
and you didn't see him again after he left the restaurant? no.
and you'll sign a sworn statement to that effect? i will.
of course, considering that walter and dennis had already given karen what she wanted, obviously, because she stopped having sex with them, i started to ask myself, on whom else might she use this unconventional business plan of hers.
thank you.
now that she had chez paul, what did karen need next? and the answer is a rave review.
excuse me, are you- are you suggesting that i traded my review with karen bivas for sex? no.
that's what she did.
you traded your review for love.
thank you.
thank you very much.
this is not what i ordered.
no, it's what you made.
ostrich medallions with chanterelle mushrooms and white asparagus.
karen's last meal.
she didn't have time to digest it all before she died.
so i went to all 3 stores in the city that carry ostrich meat.
and if you push play again, you can catch a video of yourself buying 2 pounds of it the night that karen was murdered.
and here is a receipt for a set of ceramic knives- the ones used by only the very best chefs.
the same knives used to kill karen bivas.
and now, thanks to your sworn statement, you no longer have an alibi for the night of the murder.
ha! this is ridiculous.
i should leave.
well, you could do that, but then i won't get a chance to tell you your options.
because the fact that you brought the murder weapons with you, that looks like premeditation.
and that's first degree murder.
but if you acted in the heat of passion, if there were mitigating circumstances, i can help you.
you sit there and make all these accusations against me? now you say you can help me.
what can you do? i believe karen acted like she really cared about you.
i believe that you told your wife you were in love with karen.
that's why your wife left you, isn't it? yes.
of course.
karen told me all she needed was a reputation of her own to help me set up a restaurant.
and an adult chef with depth and real talent like me.
not a child she had to watch every minute of the day and- karen loved my food.
she did.
she did.
how could i know? how could you know it was all about the review? you compromised your professional life and threw away your personal one for what? for a fantasy.
the reality was karen loved paul and no one else.
everything she did was for him.
and that's what you found out the night before last.
and that's why you killed her.
isn't it? don't you need to read me my rights? no.
no, we're in a non-custodial situation.
you can leave anytime you want.
but it's better for you to get it all over with now.
tell me did you go to chez paul that night to end a life or start one? because if you acted spontaneously, i could file charges of second degree murder with the d.
a.
, which allows for the possibility of parole.
what happened what i did to karen was horrible.
i went home, and i got drunk.
then i decided to try and make the next day as normal as possible.
so i called dennis to thank him for dinner, and he was- completely freaked out about the murder, so i offered myself as an alibi.
he said he'd help me open up my own restaurant.
then we agreed on a story.
before you stabbed her to death, you punched her in the mouth.
what'd she say to set you off? i told her i loved her.
then she laughed at me.
after that i don't really remember very well.
someone left this in the electronics room for you.
thank you, buzz.
dennis dutton.
sgt.
gabriel: chief? yes.
sorry it's a day late, but we couldn't agree on a gift.
this is just y'all's way of trying to get sugar back in the business room, isn't it.
yes.
make a wish.
thank y'all so much.
so nice of you to think of me.
thank you.
so y'all grab a bite.
ha! hmm.
guess she didn't get her wish.
how do you know? 'cause you're still here.
you see turning 40 isn't so bad.
all depends on how you feel about life in general.
do you see the glass as half full or half empty? what glass? that's my girl.
i'm going to put these in car while you get the rest of your stuff.
ok.
i'll be there in one second.
a.
p.
d.
party of one.
well, we have your crime scene ready for you, if you'll just step right this way.
thank you, sir.
meet karen bivas, managing partner of chez paul, I.
a.
's newest she, uh, clocked out for life between 2 and 3 a.
m.
she's still wearing her necklace and her wedding ring.
can we rule out robbery? well, no cash was stolen.
the, uh- the safe was locked.
purse had money and credit cards.
nice dress, by the way.
yours, i mean.
not hers.
oh, thank you.
i'm going straight to dinner after work today.
uh, her lip is swollen.
is that from the fall? mm-mmm.
no, whoever did this probably started with a punch to the mouth.
wonder what she was saying.
how many stab wounds? the coroner's investigator counted 18, but it's the, uh, slash across her neck there that made the mess.
it looks like she tried to run from her attacker.
someone has a temper.
clocked out, you said? how do you know she was working? oh, we found the manager's log book on the counter.
let's compare the residue from these pots and pans with the contents of her stomach.
mmph.
and this kitchen is full of potential murder weapons.
sergeant, let's please gather up all these knives and have them brought to the morgue.
we'll match 'em up against the victim's wounds.
thank you.
well, at least she wasn't eating alone.
could you please find someone who could tell me what's in that so-called log book? thank you.
and, uh, detective daniels, karen bivas' driver's license shows her living at an address on north quenga boulevard, so how did she get to be a managing partner of a high-falutin' place like this? could you look into her finances, please? yes, ma'am.
thank you.
her husband's here.
outside? yes.
who called him? no one.
he's the chef- the paul in chez paul.
and he wants in.
great.
this is my restaurant, let me in, you! i want to see my wife.
let me in! mr.
bivas! mr.
bivas, stand back.
let me explain.
i'm deputy chief brenda leigh johnson of the I.
a.
p.
d.
where is karen? is she in there? sir, when was the last time you saw your wife? around midnight.
she was managing the dining room floor.
is she missing? were you concerned when she didn't come home last night? we're working all the time right now.
we don't have the same hours.
please, will you tell me karen is ok? will you please tell me that? mr.
bivas, i'm very sorry to inform you that your wife was murdered last night in the kitchen of your restaurant.
no.
i don't believe you.
i want to see her.
i want to see her right now! i want to see her right now! i want to see- sir! i'm sorry.
that is not possible.
this is a crime scene.
if you'd like, i could arrange for someone to be with you.
go away.
i don't want you here.
get away from my restaurant.
i'm very sorry, mr- i said go away! get out! i don't want you here.
just leave me alone.
just leave.
leave me alone.
louis, the, uh, garde manger, said that karen was tough but fair even though her personal life was a little messy.
bernard, thesaucy-er, said she was polite but firm.
saucier.
now gamon, the sommie-lier sommelier.
said she was a bossy, micro-managing bitch.
but he respected her, even though she was stingy on the compliments.
i mean, you know the type, chief.
uh, detective sanchez, you interviewed the spanish speaking employees? si, mi jefe.
kitchen staff, mostly.
and, did they say anything about chef paul? drinks too much, needs a keeper, last week threw a half-cooked duck at his wife, but he missed, so they think that he loved her.
uh, lieutenant provenza, any help from the log book? uh, on the evening of the murder, chez paul served mrs.
bivas did not partake.
the light bulb in the ladies john blew out, d.
d.
and t.
n.
were comped for a dinner of $436.
the kitchen ran out of the halibut special around 10 p.
m.
hmm.
sounds like motive to me.
excuse me, lieutenant, what were those initials again, please? d.
d.
and t.
n.
oh, and sergeant gabriel called, and uh, none of the knives at chez paul fit the wound.
chief johnson? yes, oh! oh.
oh, thank you.
thank you.
thank you very much.
um um, i pardon me, uh, just one-one-one minute.
ha ha! chief? oh.
sorry to interrupt.
ok.
i found where the money came from for the, uh, restaurant.
one investor- a swiss holding company owned by the dutton group.
dutton? as in dennis dutton? as in the guy who beat his ex-girlfriend to death with a golf club.
as in d.
d.
from the log book.
he ate at chez paul last night? deputy chief brenda leigh johnson, we meet again.
i was just re-acquainting myself with your file.
really? and i like to think of myself as unforgettable.
why is it, mr.
dutton, that you're always one or two steps away from a murdered woman? so much for hello.
if you want to talk about old unsolved murders, i'll put you in touch with my new attorney.
but if you want to talk about chez paul, you'll find me in a helpful frame of mind since i'm its primary investor.
over $2 million.
that's a lot of money.
to you.
look, i hardly even knew karen or paul.
i gave them some cash on the advice of a friend.
so, since you're obviously in a mood to cut to the chase, why don't we get to my alibi? let's.
you ate dinner last night at the restaurant with- tom newman.
an influential food critic who was impressed enough with chez paul, ahem, to, uh, write us a terrific review.
i asked him to dinner as a way of saying thanks.
that was yesterday's evil plot.
you left the restaurant at 11:00.
where were you after that? uh, i accepted tom's invitation to stop by the house for a bottle or two of a 1986 chateau margo, which i'd been saving for a special occasion.
heh! one bottle-heh! would have been enough.
might have overdone it.
um, i've been a little blue since my wife left me.
and dennis and i talked about how maybe i should open up my own restaurant again.
it's interesting, really.
because that story you just told me- it's almost word for word what dennis dutton said when he was sitting in that exact same chair not 45 minutes ago.
up to and including the part about being a little blue about your wife leaving you.
well, it's uh- it's what happened.
so how else would i say it? dennis is a friend of yours, right? i like to think so.
we don't travel in the same social circle, but, uh, he invests in a lot of restaurants.
and dennis has extremely good taste.
and you are an expert on good taste? "karen bivas' first offering "since leaving I'amboise last year, "chez paul is a wonder.
"a piece of provence on melrose.
upon entering, i experienced-" a frizum? frissom.
french for, um, experiential excitement.
it means i liked the place.
it's also a lovely for your good friend dennis dutton.
i hear what you're implying, and i don't sell my reviews.
nor do i cut friends slack for sloppy work.
chez paul is exactly as i described.
you know, speaking of cutting people slack, this is what someone did to karen bivas last night.
i want you to take a good, hard look, mr.
newman.
we've collected every knife from that restaurant, and if we find one with dennis dutton's fingerprints on them, your alibi for him, mr.
newman, makes you an accomplice after the fact.
brenda: to murder.
now, i don't know what dennis promised you- pardon me, i'm sorry.
you don't have all the knives.
excuse me? these are just the kitchen knives.
a chef's knives are more personal to him and expensive.
he would wrap them up and take them home at the end of his shift, always.
detective daniels, see if you can find another financial connection between karen bivas and dennis dutton.
and have detective sanchez go by our food critic's house and see if he'll give us his trash.
yes, thank you.
sure you don't want the whole search unit? no, i want flynn and provenza to stay back so that they can follow him when i'm done.
and i don't want to alarm the guy.
he might be seriously mourning the death of his wife.
mr.
bivas, i'm deputy chief- i know.
you're the one who wouldn't let me see my wife's body.
sir, if you could, uh, we really need your help.
heh heh! my wife was murdered, and you want my help? sure.
at your service.
thank you.
you have to excuse me.
i had a death in the family.
what do you need? how can i assist you? well, anything you can tell us can be helpful.
but specifically, i was wondering if you owned a personal set of knives.
yes, of course.
what do you think? may i see them? i have a warrant to look for them, but i'd rather not serve it.
why do you want my knives? you suspect me, huh? is that it? you suspect i killed my wife? mr.
bivas, i don't want to make this day any more difficult than necessary, but if you don't let me have those- i want you to leave.
i will toss this house.
now! sergeant gabriel, please alert the units we require backup.
wait.
wait! hell.
sure, why not? you want my knives? i'll give them to you.
hey.
hey, you know what? i'll take it from here.
all right? why don't you take a step back over that way.
thank you, sir.
well, i excised the deep muscle wound on your victim and inserted every likely knife.
so far, nothing.
well, how about these.
hmm, ceramic.
huh, fancy and very sharp.
see, we can eliminate the short knives, because the wound is so very deep.
and the serrated edge.
what we're looking for is a single edge with a very fine point.
eh, uh-uh.
ecch.
i think i just became a vegetarian.
have you determined the contents of her stomach? um, let me see, where is it? where is it? ah.
here we go.
well pretty exotic meal.
poor woman didn't get much of a chance to enjoy it.
ok, gastric contents, about 500 milliliters of chewed, semi-solid food.
lettuce, soft cheese, mushrooms, white asparagus, and a very lean meat-ostrich.
ostrich? mm-hmm.
followed by a nice red wine.
oh.
well, the good news is we can stop looking for the knife.
brenda: this murder is very hard, and everyone's pulling a second shift, and i know you wanted to take me out to a restaurant, but i just- i really don't think i'm in the mood.
it's all right.
i already canceled the reservation.
you did? when? just a little after you got called in this morning.
oh.
you're calling to cancel, right? yeah, i'm sorry.
i just- i know i'm really having a hard time with this birthday, that's all.
hey, you're human.
that's allowed.
hey, did you get the flowers i sent you? oh! oh, i did.
i'm sorry.
heh.
they're very pretty.
and big.
ahem.
oh, i'm sorry.
my meeting's ready.
i gotta go.
all right, bye.
bye.
commander.
chief.
um, i, uh- i just need a little clarification about why you want so many people from the hollywood division to help you with this case.
you have a likely suspect and a weapon, too, no? the blade fits, but we have no forensic evidence tying that particular knife to the murder.
it only suggests that the killer might've been a cook.
yeah, i believe the french term is chef, which the husband is, and he's roaming the streets.
we have flynn and provenza tailing him, so if he has a girlfriend, or it turns out that he tries to flee the country, we'll find out about it.
but, as it turns out, we have another suspect in the mix, because chez paul's sole investor is dennis dutton.
and he was there last night.
that's not good.
but, uh, he has an alibi.
oh.
well, that's not good, either.
and she wants us to serve search warrants on the dutton estate so we can grab last night's tapes off of all of his security cameras.
i need to find out when he came home last night.
and she wants 24/7 surveillance on the guy after that.
in case he tries to flee the country, which he's done before.
but-wait a minute.
maybe there's something i'm not understanding.
you said dutton has an alibi.
yeah, but i don't like it.
oh.
well, i'll be sure and pass that along to the judge when we ask for a search warrant.
look, you have a team.
you manage their resources.
you have 2 people on the chef.
obviously you think he might have done it.
um, what can i say? either break the alibi that dutton has, or come back with a better story.
please.
gabriel.
oh, i'm sorry.
whoo! oh, i'm sorry.
oh, i'm so sorry.
oh, good.
stopped by our food critic's house.
his garbage was in the garage, so i asked him for it.
he didn't seem nervous about it.
chateau margot '86.
isn't that what, uh, newman said he and dennis were drinking? yes, it is.
we should have those dusted for prints.
i believe we have dennis' on file.
if his fingers even touched these bottles, i'll eat my words.
what about lieutenant provenza? have we heard anything from him? or has chef paul done anything incriminating, like walking around hollywood waving a knife in the air, saying, "hey, i killed my wife.
who wants me next?" uh, no, and no.
ok.
i'm gonna take these flowers down to my car.
pardon me.
pardon-thank you.
she's weirder than usual today.
hey, people think being the boss is so great.
it's not.
it's hard work.
yeah, she's a little weirder than usual.
chief? uh-huh? are you all right? yes, i just not where i expected to be today is all.
right, you were going to dinner.
what? oh.
right.
uh- right.
i was.
i was.
were you looking for me? uh, dennis dutton.
he said he didn't really know paul or karen bivas before investing in their restaurant, right? right.
well, that's funny, because i read tom newman's review of chez paul, and the restaurant karen worked at before she and her husband opened theirs, I'amboise? yes? meet one of their limited partners.
dennis dutton.
mm-hmm.
you're blowing this way out of proportion, as i knew you would.
karen managed the dining room for walter lasalle, who owns 3/4 of I'amboise, by the way.
and one night, while she was seating me, karen mentioned that she and her husband were thinking of opening a restaurant of their own, which concerned me.
look, paul bivas was the reason most people were coming to I'amboise in the first place.
what about walter lasalle? walter only owned the place.
he's a professional snob, not a cook.
so, karen showed me her business plan, i gave her the money, the end.
and how did walter take the news that his chef and manager were leaving? hmm.
i always wondered what made him angrier- them quitting or karen breaking off their relationship.
are you saying that walter and karen had an affair? no.
i'm saying they had sex.
did chef paul know? no.
how can you be so sure? because walter lasalle is still alive.
if you had plans for this evening, now might be a good time for you to cancel them.
i'm telling you, flynn, this guy's drunk as a skunk.
really? yeah.
well, let me ask you.
you usually get bombed before you go out to dinner? depends on who my date is.
at least he hasn't gone inside.
pacing, pacing.
walking around this ugly track- oh, taking another swig.
hang on, hang on.
i think he's going in, flynn.
i don't like the way he looks.
meet you inside.
i'll see you inside.
someone call 911! he's gonna kill him! kill who? walter! come on! call the police! holy crap.
mr.
bivas! put the knife down and get on the floor! he's trying to kill me! all right, just stay calm, sir.
mr.
bivas, i said put down your knife.
it's not mine.
it's his.
he has the same knives.
i don't care! put the knife down, now! and he hated karen.
you murdered my wife! shoot him! shoot him! listen to me, mr.
bivas.
mr.
bivas, listen to me! drop that knife.
confess.
i didn't do anything.
liar! stay back! son, i am too old to fight you, so if you don't put that knife down at the count of 5, i'm going to shoot you dead.
make him confess first! i don't negotiate.
4 now, turn around.
no! oh.
we should've shot them both.
hi.
um sorry about earlier.
i just want you to know that nothing would make me happier than putting dennis dutton behind bars.
oh.
well, i might be wrong about that.
it's possible i'm overreacting, but i still think his alibi stinks.
have you eaten anything today? because it occurs to me that this is actually a special occasion for you.
and i thought you might be hungry.
oh! you shouldn't have done that.
this is mama's kitchen, the best southern food in I.
a.
and considering how dangerous going out to eat has suddenly become- oh, nice flowers.
from fritz? oh yeah.
i just don't know where to put these.
i could never send flowers to estelle.
she's allergic to well, everything.
maybe i'll send her a nice bouquet to celebrate when the divorce is final.
it's amazing how fast you can go from- from being partners to adversaries.
yeah.
i'm sorry about that.
oh, here- i almost forgot.
happy birthday.
oh! you didn't have to do that! i- just consider it an apology for all the times i forgot your birthday when when it might have counted for something.
you don't need to apologize.
i think i do.
karma's a bitch.
and her name is estelle.
and look, we haven't had dinner together in, uh- i don't know how long.
this is not exactly chez paul, i know, but- excuse me.
commander.
what's up? uh hmm.
yeah, yeah.
um, the, uh, chef and the fellow flint roughed out.
they're through processing, ready for questioning.
thank you very much.
that's great.
well, um, pardon me.
thanks for going to so much trouble.
uh- some take-out here.
you should, uh, help yourself, commander.
it'll be stone cold by the time i get back.
thank you.
is that, uh, fried okra? have a seat.
oh, um-| how about we put these- oh, thank you, buzz.
thank you.
just leave them alone.
no one touches these flowers, ok? yes, ma'am.
thank you.
you must know i intend to press charges against the police.
well, mr.
lasalle, my detectives certainly wish they hadn't hurt you in the process of saving your life- yeah, we're all broken up about it, you creep.
| but we have some information about your relationship with the bivases that we have to follow up on.
what sort of information? well, we're trying to figure out why chef paul tried to kill you after his wife was murdered, which leads me to a delicate question.
it's regarding an affair that you had with karen.
am i under investigation? well, i suppose i am.
you people are amazing.
that animal came into my restaurant and tried to kill me! last night, after her husband left, karen stayed late to do the books.
she made a lovely dinner for two, and then something went terribly wrong.
oh! quelle horreur! and this was a woman with whom you were having an affair.
the affaire, as you are referring to it, was 4 years ago and lasted maybe 6 weeks.
and if paul knew about it, it certainly didn't prevent him from coming to work for me.
are you saying you hired him when you were carrying on with his wife? no.
she stopped carrying on with me the day after i gave paul the job.
i'm certain it's the only reason she slept with me to begin with- stupid cow.
but so what? who cares? life goes on.
but this notion that karen was cooking up a romantic late-night dinner for two.
it's absurd.
because the woman could barelycrackan egg.
excuse me.
oh, she knew about food, of course, and the business, but cooking? even i would be better in the kitchen than she was.
brenda: you're saying that neither you nor karen cooked.
but the knife that chef paul was holding to your neck when my detectives arrived-that was from yourset, was it not? yes.
but i never use them.
well, then why did you buy them? i didn't.
it was a gift from one of my investors.
dennis dutton? voila.
i introduced him to karen.
and he stole her away from me in more ways than one.
i can assure you- i tell you i was- and by the way, he gave them knives as well.
that man is knife happy.
she said not to touch her flowers.
i'm not touching her flowers.
i'm touching the basket.
she didn't say leave the basket alone, did she? brenda: but you weren't just having sex with her, you were having an affair? now you're reading her card.
shut up, buzz.
you see a stamp? she's been a nut job ever since these flowers arrived, and i want to know why.
this also explains why she's off sugar.
"happy birthday.
"you're 40 years young, and i love you.
fritz.
" ohh.
i kept my sexual relationship with karen a secret because i knew if you found out i'd been sleeping with a murder victim, you'd be suspicious.
did paul know you were having non-romantic sex with his wife? we were discrete.
and this arrangement ended? the moment i executed the wire transfer that financed chez paul.
so, it sounds to me less like anonymous sex more like a dutton paying to get laid.
i never pay for sex.
i don't have to pay for sex.
i could introduce you to about 100 women who'd pay me to have sex with them.
you stupid bitch.
she was using me.
she used me to help her husband.
oh, you're so angry, dennis.
sgt.
gabriel: is there something romantic about ceramic knives? because you bought walter lasalle and paul bivas a set, and we were wondering if maybe you bought yourself a set, too.
they're presents for the opening nights of their restaurants.
listen to me.
i have nothing to gain by karen's death.
in fact, her business sense was so key to the success of that restaurant that i tried to get her to change her insurance policy.
yeah, she had it going to her husband.
i wanted it to go to chez paul.
because i felt that without karen, the restaurant might go to pieces.
all the life insurance is in the bivas name.
in fact, karen just increased her benefit to her husband.
if his wife dies, the chef settlement is in the 7-figures.
double that if she's the victim of a homicide.
so, dennis has no motive and an alibi.
and paul bivas has multi-million dollar pay-off and an unfaithful wife.
what do we do now? uh well, uh, first i need a complete list of everything that was served at I'amboise and chez paul over the past 2 weeks.
and then? and then we're going to have to send this crime back to the chef.
man: i want out of here! thank you.
oh, i still can't get used to the pink.
well, it's supposed to have a calming effect.
just imagine how much worse it would be without it.
man: please! i don't want to be in here.
please let me out! let me out! ooh.
let me out.
mr.
bivas, i'm sorry to intrude, but i need to know what the specials were at your restaurant the night your wife died.
what difference does it make? we had a steak and a chicken and a fish like always! now let me out of here, please! or go away! go away! i can't away go away, mr.
bivas.
there's some things in life you can't send packin', that you have to face up to.
and right now, for you, that thing is me.
now, you're under arrest for assault and attempted murder.
a homicide charge might not be far behind.
we found your wife's life insurance policy, mr.
bivas.
and you are a very, very rich man.
what? but you won't be able to spend a multi-million dollar benefit in here.
now, this is what i want you to do.
paul, look at me.
face me! paul, look up! good.
now, answer my questions.
did you go to I'amboise's last night because you thought that walter lasalle murdered your wife or because you found out that walter had been sleeping with her? surely you knew about the affair that karen had with walter.
it's how you got your job at I'amboise's.
were you planning on going after mr.
dutton next? dennis dutton? karen slept with him to get money for your restaurant.
she was acting as if you were her pimp.
are you telling me you didn't know about this? no.
karen told me that all those wonderful things happened to me because- 'cause i was so talented.
people wanted me.
that's how much she loved me.
that she did those things because she loved me so much.
do we have the menu from I'amboise's? yeah, and a list of contents from their kitchen.
no ostrich.
and when i asked lasalle if he ever served it, he laughed.
the chef had the knives, the insurance, and his wife was screwing around on him.
that's worth a 5-star rating.
yeah, well, i'm not sure he knew about the insurance or the affairs.
well, mr.
lasalle had a lot of motive.
his restaurant was failing, falling apart.
and he got he same knives, and he was boning her, too.
yeah, but he doesn't cook.
he could be lyin'.
which leaves us with dennis dutton.
also boning her.
we all know how he takes rejection.
he doesn't cook either, and he had an alibi.
except wait a minute.
wait.
did you ever find dennis dutton's fingerprints on those wine bottles in newman's trash? no, ma'am, sorry.
sergeant gabriel, how many stores in the area do you think sell ostrich meat? we can find out.
why? because i think i realize how to break dennis dutton's alibi.
chief, what are you doing? i'm looking at the stars.
very nice of you to ask me out to lunch.
oh, thank you so much for agreeing to speak with me again about the murder.
mmm.
um, i know how irritating it must be to be asked the same questions over and over again.
but if i could get rid of this alibi that you've arranged with dennis dutton, i could make my arrest.
it's not arranged- please, just let me finish.
because i have all this evidence- how could you have evidence against dennis when he was with me when karen was murdered? because, uh, the knife that was used to kill karen bivas- dennis gives knives just like it to every chef he knows.
but more important than that, dennis was sleeping with the victim.
ahem.
what? ok, well, now you're just lying.
no.
no, i'm not.
he-he-he told me so himself.
dennis told you that he had sex with karen? well, first he told me that she had slept with walter lasalle.
that was to get her husband hired as the chef here.
but then, dennis admitted that karen threw her legs up in the air to get him to invest in chez paul.
just look at how angry dennis is talking about the way she used him.
she was using me! she used me to help her husband! brenda, on tape: oh, you're so angry, dennis.
see.
karen wasn't a slut.
sgt.
gabriel: romantic about ceramic knives? she was very selective in that sense.
she chose her lovers for what they could do for her.
all right.
all right.
all right.
dennis-ooh was not at my house during the time of the murder.
and you didn't see him again after he left the restaurant? no.
and you'll sign a sworn statement to that effect? i will.
of course, considering that walter and dennis had already given karen what she wanted, obviously, because she stopped having sex with them, i started to ask myself, on whom else might she use this unconventional business plan of hers.
thank you.
now that she had chez paul, what did karen need next? and the answer is a rave review.
excuse me, are you- are you suggesting that i traded my review with karen bivas for sex? no.
that's what she did.
you traded your review for love.
thank you.
thank you very much.
this is not what i ordered.
no, it's what you made.
ostrich medallions with chanterelle mushrooms and white asparagus.
karen's last meal.
she didn't have time to digest it all before she died.
so i went to all 3 stores in the city that carry ostrich meat.
and if you push play again, you can catch a video of yourself buying 2 pounds of it the night that karen was murdered.
and here is a receipt for a set of ceramic knives- the ones used by only the very best chefs.
the same knives used to kill karen bivas.
and now, thanks to your sworn statement, you no longer have an alibi for the night of the murder.
ha! this is ridiculous.
i should leave.
well, you could do that, but then i won't get a chance to tell you your options.
because the fact that you brought the murder weapons with you, that looks like premeditation.
and that's first degree murder.
but if you acted in the heat of passion, if there were mitigating circumstances, i can help you.
you sit there and make all these accusations against me? now you say you can help me.
what can you do? i believe karen acted like she really cared about you.
i believe that you told your wife you were in love with karen.
that's why your wife left you, isn't it? yes.
of course.
karen told me all she needed was a reputation of her own to help me set up a restaurant.
and an adult chef with depth and real talent like me.
not a child she had to watch every minute of the day and- karen loved my food.
she did.
she did.
how could i know? how could you know it was all about the review? you compromised your professional life and threw away your personal one for what? for a fantasy.
the reality was karen loved paul and no one else.
everything she did was for him.
and that's what you found out the night before last.
and that's why you killed her.
isn't it? don't you need to read me my rights? no.
no, we're in a non-custodial situation.
you can leave anytime you want.
but it's better for you to get it all over with now.
tell me did you go to chez paul that night to end a life or start one? because if you acted spontaneously, i could file charges of second degree murder with the d.
a.
, which allows for the possibility of parole.
what happened what i did to karen was horrible.
i went home, and i got drunk.
then i decided to try and make the next day as normal as possible.
so i called dennis to thank him for dinner, and he was- completely freaked out about the murder, so i offered myself as an alibi.
he said he'd help me open up my own restaurant.
then we agreed on a story.
before you stabbed her to death, you punched her in the mouth.
what'd she say to set you off? i told her i loved her.
then she laughed at me.
after that i don't really remember very well.
someone left this in the electronics room for you.
thank you, buzz.
dennis dutton.
sgt.
gabriel: chief? yes.
sorry it's a day late, but we couldn't agree on a gift.
this is just y'all's way of trying to get sugar back in the business room, isn't it.
yes.
make a wish.
thank y'all so much.
so nice of you to think of me.
thank you.
so y'all grab a bite.
ha! hmm.
guess she didn't get her wish.
how do you know? 'cause you're still here.
you see turning 40 isn't so bad.
all depends on how you feel about life in general.
do you see the glass as half full or half empty? what glass? that's my girl.
i'm going to put these in car while you get the rest of your stuff.
ok.
i'll be there in one second.