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Hey, Twizzle.
- [Meows]
- Hey, Twizzle.
Twizzle, what is it, girl? Huh?
[Meows]
[Meows]
[Meows]
Twizzle.
Come on. Twizzle, get back here.
[Meows]
- Twizzle?
- [Meows]
Hello!
Hello?
I'm so sorry.
My cat seems to have wandered
into your condo.
Anybody home?
Hello?
Anybody home?
Twizzle.
- Twizzle.
- [Meows]
Oh. I'm so sorry, sir.
My cat, she just leapt
out of my arms and took off.
[Meows]
Hello?
- You could have put on some decent clothes.
- [Siren Blaring In Distance]
You didn't think so when I busted the guy.
Yeah, in a biker bar where you're trying not
to look like an upstanding police officer.
In court, that's pretty much
what they're going for.
Hey, we got the conviction, right?
You're right.
- We should celebrate.
- What did you have in mind?
There is an amazing raw bar on the water
just up the street.
- Wow. A raw bar on the water. That I gotta see.
- [Chuckles] Yeah.
Uh, you know what? I'll give you a call.
A call?
Yeah. Sure.
Okay.
Hey.
If you had unpaid parking tickets,
you should have just called me.
Ray gets out of prison, I'm gonna kill him.
She said to the homicide detective.
He did our taxes and paid them,
or so I thought.
I just got notice that we're
three years behind on our property taxes.
Well, he would be the first armed robber
to not be in arrears.
This is serious. We could lose our house.
[Cell Phone Rings]
You wanna...
- Yeah. I'm...
- Yeah.
- Sorry.
- [Beeps]
Longworth.
I, uh... I don't know how to say this.
Your partner, Carlos,
has been killed.
His body was found in a
condo on the beach.
Responding officers identified Carlos...
from his driver's license and credit cards.
He's in there.
[Police Radio Chatter]
What?
Those aren't the splindly little calves of
someone who walks golf courses as much as we do.
What's the big emergency?
What? I was at an A.M.A. luncheon.
- Thank God you're all right.
- Don't.
- We got a call you were dead.
- What?
Flip him.
Who's this guy, and what's with the fish?
Well, that explains the cat.
Know anyone in the mob?
Officially? Why?
'Cause someone killed Carlos Sanchez...
and left him sleeping with the fishes.
[Jim Longworth] Some say
I don't play well with others.
I was a damn good
detective in Chicago...
until a disagreement
with my boss encouraged me...
to pack it up and make a change.
So I put the Windy City in my rearview
and headed to the Sunshine State.
Kick back. Play some golf.
Work on my tan.
Maybe write the occasional
speeding ticket.
Yeah. Well, that didn't work out.
Candles, scented oils.
I had no idea you were so romantic.
That's not funny.
This prick leased a condo,
and God knows what else, using my identity.
He's lucky he's dead,
or I'd have killed him.
If this guy used your name
to lease the place...
don't you think that would have come
to your attention before now?
Do you ever try getting information
from the credit bureaus?
I'm gonna be up half the night
canceling *** and setting up fraud alerts.
- You recognize these kids?
- [Sighs] No.
Should I?
Well, apart from the plastic
having your name on it...
this is the only other personal item
I could find.
- What's the deal with this guy?
- He's dead for about two hours.
I'm giving that bullet
in the back of his skull...
a better than average chance
that's what killed him.
- And the fish?
- They're mackerel.
- Are they hard to come by?
- You can get them at any fish market or grocery store.
I checked the mailbox in the lobby.
A flyer for the Homeowners Association
was sticking out.
So I called the president.
She told me the unit belongs
to a Dr. Arthur Kattleman.
But she's never actually met him.
Why would a doctor
steal another doctor's identity?
[Chuckles] Yeah. You've never had
to carry medical malpractice insurance.
- Do you?
- Of course.
- You deal with dead people.
- Right.
And when some grieving loved one
gets their nose out of joint...
'cause I've desecrated
their beloved Uncle Jimmy, guess what.
I get sued.
- [Cell Phone Beeps]
- Here we go.
Dr. Arthur Kattleman.
Yeah. He's got an office
just over the causeway.
Okay.
Which particular property
are you referring to?
A condominium on Ocean Boulevard.
Which unit?
- How many do you have?
- Nine.
No. Ten. No.
Nine.
- All in the same building?
- Mm-hmm.
Well, this might help.
- It's the one with the dead guy in it.
- Never seen him before.
He was shot at close range and left on a
pile of fish in one of your investments.
Like the mob thing?
I thought that was a stereotype.
You ever lease it to a guy
named Carlos Sanchez?
Name doesn't sound familiar.
Well, can you give us one that does?
'Cause of the whole
"dead guy in the apartment" thing.
Unit 16A, was it?
Yes, that particular unit
is being rented out...
by a woman by the name of Ashley Carter.
Maybe she's somebody's goomar.
- Goomar?
- Yeah, mob guys like to have girls on the side.
So, this Ashley live there?
I don't know.
I just know she pays the rent on time.
- You got a contact number for Ashley Carter?
- I don't have a contact number.
- I just have a credit score and a social.
- That works.
I'll have Manus give this
to Records and Identity.
Whoever killed our victim could also
be involved in a stolen credit card ring.
At least we got an I.D.
on the victim from his prints.
His name's Jack Grayson.
Oh, great.
He's a county building inspector.
A county building inspector?
- Not all building inspectors are in bed with the mob.
- Yeah, but some of them are.
And obviously one of them was mistaken
for Carlos Sanchez.
- Seems like a long shot to me.
- Yeah, say that when the shot's aimed at you.
All right.
Probably not a bad idea to look into it.
I wonder where Gordon Ganza's
hanging his hat these days.
- Who's he?
- He ran the linen business out of Chicago. Retired down here.
Linen business.
[Scoffs] The mob with their euphemisms.
No. He actually ran a linen business.
And based on your interests and penalties,
the total arrears amount comes to...
16,000.
15,873.
Close enough, actually.
I really appreciate you
coming here to work this stuff out.
I-I'm working a double shift,
and I couldn't find a baby-sitter last...
Oh. I understand.
Um, I've come up with a payment plan...
that I think will work well for everybody.
As you can see, payment
schedule is two-fold.
I'll be increasing my hours
at the hospital by 30 percent...
while reducing my course curriculum
by five hours...
- What?
- Do you always talk like this?
- No.
- [Both Laughing]
Listen, I appreciate
all the work you've done, Mrs. Cargill.
- It's Callie.
- Callie.
But, uh, it's not your property taxes
I'm concerned with.
There's a lot of stated income
without any verification...
specifically that of your husband.
I thought stated income was allowed
under certain circumstances.
How did your husband come by this income?
Um, he did a lot of things.
Uh, auto brokerage.
He had a steam cleaning company.
He sold that.
Mrs. Cargill. Callie.
I know about your husband.
And I understand
the situation that you're in.
But if you signed tax returns that include false
statements, you could be criminally liable.
Criminally liable?
But I didn't do anything.
- And I can't go to jail. My son...
- All right. Wait, wait.
Let's calm down. Here's what I'll do.
I will present this schedule of payments
to my supervisor.
But eventually,
I'm gonna have to make a decision...
whether or not to refer
this for prosecution.
So, it's up to you?
Ultimately, yes.
Is there anything I can do?
Let's just see how it goes.
[Man] Charlie Bread Trucks is running
an ice cream parlor in Indian Wells...
which is funny,
considering he's lactose intolerant.
- What happened to Freddy Z.?
- Ziffo?
Prostate. I saw that one coming.
Passed quietly in his sleep,
the lucky ***.
- So much for karma, huh?
- What about Jack Grayson?
I take it you think
I'm familiar with that name.
Well, we think that's entirely possible.
He's a building inspector...
who, unfortunately,
was shot dead this morning.
On a bed of mackerel.
So he'd sleep with the fishes.
Which begs the question...
why does the mob want Carlos Sanchez dead?
Who's Carlos Sanchez?
- Me.
- I'm lost.
Grayson had Carlos's I.D. and plastic...
so 'cause of the fish thing, Carlos thinks
that he was iced by the syndicate.
The "sleeping with the fishes" was a cliché
even before "iced" went out of style.
- And that was 40 years ago.
- So no one you know wants Carlos dead, right?
Right. What about Grayson?
I'm assuming you know him.
Nice enough guy. Kind of small-time.
He helped me out on an office park
I was building in the Glades.
Jack was willing to turn a blind eye...
to minor building code violations
if you gave him a few bucks.
What, he get greedy with that?
Maybe pissed off the wrong people?
Doesn't sound like Jack.
He was actually in good spirits,
owing to a new lady friend.
Her name wasn't Ashley
Carter by any chance?
Nah. Bella something.
- You ever met this Bella something?
- Excuse me. Who are you again?
You know what?
[Sighs] Been good to see you again, Gordy.
You too, Jimmy. Swing by anytime.
All right. All right.
- Come on. Look at the view. It's beautiful.
- [Mutters]
- Oh.
- You having one of those days?
- What kind of day would that be?
- When you just can't decide...
who you wanna be when you grow up.
Bella. Tanya. Ashley maybe.
I'm sorry. Do I know you?
That would be really weird if you did.
You know a guy by the name of Jack Grayson?
Why?
You did see this, right?
Look, if you wanna talk to Jack...
I'm sure that he's upstairs, plopped
in front of the television set, so...
I actually really doubt that. He was found
murdered in your apartment this morning.
When I left the condo this morning,
Jack was still in bed.
He asked if he could stay...
and promised me a surprise when I got back.
I'm guessing lying face down in a bed
full of fish wasn't what he had in mind.
Where do you work?
I'm a Ph.D. candidate
at the University of Central Florida.
Was Jack paying the tuition?
- He was helping.
- And what did Jack receive...
in return for furthering your education?
- We had an arrangement.
- Ah.
Maybe the arrangement was getting old.
That would suck.
Having to get a new job, new apartment,
right in the middle of your Ph.D.
No, he wasn't threatening to end it.
He was quite happy.
Did he have a wife? Family?
Divorced years ago. No children.
Oh, so these aren't his then?
- That's my niece and nephew.
- In the drawer?
I gotta be honest.
An arrangement like this
doesn't look good for anybody...
especially if one of you turns up dead.
What's your Ph.D. in?
Social anthropology.
And I resent the suggestion
that I'm some kind of ***.
Even with the whole "walks like a duck,
quacks like a duck" thing going on here?
Sex is...
an important part of any relationship.
But it is only one part.
Some people need to look
outside traditional relationships...
to find what they're looking for
in a partner... that's what I provide.
I get it. You're a Girlfriend Experience.
Yeah. I've heard of this.
"Girlfriend Experience."
"Companions in life."
It goes by different names.
Yeah, yeah. A buddy of mine
back in the Chicago precinct's in one.
He sends me updates all the time.
He's having a blast by the way.
It's not just about sex.
It's about being in a relationship...
with someone that you enjoy...
without all the emotions
and complications...
that come with the commitment.
The purpose of my dissertation is to
understand how traditional relationships...
are evolving in a society
where public space is being replaced...
by cyberspace.
You know what's really traditional?
Shooting a guy
you find sleeping with your girl.
[Laughs]
I am not in a long-term
or committed relationship with anyone...
and these men were just test subjects.
Do they know that?
No.
That would skew my study.
Oh, we wouldn't want to skew your study.
- How many test subjects we talking about?
- Two.
That all?
I'm not in it to make a living.
It's research.
Well, what about Jack Grayson?
Did he talk about his work?
Maybe a rival, someone out to get him?
[Exhales]
Honestly, we never talked about it.
- But what did you talk about?
- We didn't.
Not talking was part
of the experience for Jack.
Oh, then maybe for my buddy too.
After three divorces, having not to talk
about his day is probably very enticing.
How much did you say you got
for these services?
It varies.
Jack was paying 3,500 a month.
- Does that pay for the rent?
- No.
Well, who paid for that?
- What the hell are you doing here?
- I'm here 'cause you lied to me.
- Why is your partner hitting on my wife?
- I asked him to chat her up...
so we could talk about one
of the things you lied about...
your arrangement with Ashley Carter.
- But if you'd rather your wife be over here...
- No, no, no, no. Fine, fine.
But I wasn't lying
about that dead guy you found.
- I never laid eyes on him.
- Yeah, I found that easier to believe...
before I found out Ashley was using
your condo to have sex with another man.
I had my three nights.
What Ashley did on her own time
was her own business.
- Oh. She was a Ph.D. candidate.
- She has the I.Q. of a walnut.
- 'Cause that's what you wanted her to have.
- What are you talking about?
Her research. You were a case study
for a doctoral dissertation.
What? I was a guinea pig?
Thought you didn't care
what she did outside of your arrangement.
- Yeah, but I feel so used.
- But what about Ashley?
Do you know if she's involved
with anyone for real?
- We didn't talk much.
- Oh. The arrangement.
She did text a lot though...
especially with this one guy,
um, Professor... Landers or something.
That's all I know.
I wanna consolidate
both mortgages into one...
and take out a $20,000 equity line.
Yeah, I'm aware that interest rates
have gone up since my last refile...
but it's worth it
just to have all of my debt at one bank.
- [Whispering] What are you doing?
- I'm getting an apple.
Come on. I'm gonna be late for school.
Well, how can equity be negative?
- You're never ready.
- You told me to stop dragging my *** around...
because you had better things to do
than be my chauffeur, so...
And you picked today to listen to me?
That's not debt. Those are student loans.
That's an investment in my future.
Right. Yeah. No, I understand, I guess.
Thank you though. Bye.
- [Handset Settles In Cradle]
- How bad is it?
[Laughs]
Nothing I can't handle. Go get your things.
We never had problems like this
when Dad paid the bills.
Yes, Ashley and I communicated
by text quite a bit.
She came to me with her methodology,
and I signed off on it.
When her study's done,
I'll read and evaluate her findings.
That's the totality of my role in her work.
She give you regular updates?
Occasionally, she gives me her notes,
but that's just a formality...
to show me that she's making progress.
And what about her subjects?
Know anything about them, who they are?
No, it's a blind study.
There's subject "A" and subject "B."
She interviewed 40 candidates...
of which she chose two men
to be the subjects of her case study.
Given the intimate nature
of their contact...
don't you think someone
should have advised her against it?
Unless you're getting off on it.
The pursuit of a higher understanding...
is not something
that a serious mind gets off on.
The idea that one
of her subjects was murdered is disturbing.
But I'm sure that it had nothing
to do with her work.
Disassociation in the Online
*** Revolution.
- Whoo! Heady stuff.
- It's not for everyone.
"With the skill of a surgeon,
Professor Landers diagnoses...
the ills of modern relationships
like no one working in our field today."
Ooh. Must have been
a bit of a turn-on for Ashley...
that you asked for her quote, huh?
You ever get to finish that deal?
[Chuckles] Tenured professors tend
to do pretty well, Detective.
If I wanted to bed one of my students...
it wouldn't be a Ph.D. candidate
on the wrong side of 30.
All mackerel are members
of the scombridae family.
But the term actually applies
to hundreds of oceanic fish.
This particular species
is called Atlantic chub mackerel...
- and is quite common.
- And you can buy 'em anywhere?
In fish markets and grocery stores
all over the state.
Good.
But you have to eat it the day it comes out
of the ocean or it spoils.
So I'm checking to see
what venues in Palm County...
were carrying Atlantic chub mackerel
the day of the ***.
And how many places is that?
Wow. Like 468 places.
Yeah. Good luck with that.
- Here.
- What's this?
It's a list of things your daughter bought
from dealcarnival.com...
with your credit card.
What's dealcarnival.com?
Yeah, it's a site
our fraud division uncovered...
that harvests credit card numbers...
which they then use to churn out
fake plastic and I.D.
That's how Grayson got your identity.
Digital cameras, iPod, lin...
- Lingerie? She's 14, for crying out loud.
- Ooh. Ouch.
I also learned that two days
before Grayson was murdered...
he received a cash deposit for $10,000.
- Cash. I knew it.
- What?
If it was a payoff to ignore a code
violation on a construction project...
- Mm-hmm.
- and Grayson suddenly got greedy...
and threatened to talk unless they made...
Yeah, I'm not seeing you, Corleone.
Just the same,
I'll get a list of construction projects...
Grayson was scheduled to inspect
before he was killed.
And, uh, where the hell is your partner?
[Chuckles]
He's off having a Girlfriend Experience.
- A... Really? Nice.
- Yeah.
Ashley sounds like a friend of mine.
She put herself through dental school
working a pole over by the airport.
So a woman objectifying
herself like that...
does that ever come back
as out-of-character rage?
So you think that a woman choosing a specific
career option is objectifying herself.
I did, until you said it like that.
Women are just as capable as men
at separating love from sex.
So, is your friend any good? At dentistry.
'Cause flying back to Chicago to get
my teeth checked is costing me a fortune.
- She married one of her customers.
- Hmm.
- She has three kids, all with bad teeth.
- [Laughs]
She's very happy.
So, ultimately,
she followed her heart and took the plunge.
How's your, uh... How's your tax problem?
I gave them a payment schedule to review.
So, um, we'll see, I guess.
- Anything I can do to help?
- No. All good.
But you'd ask if you needed my help, right?
'Cause I'm not shy about asking for yours.
- Lay it on me.
- Excellent.
So, you've been involved in a lot
of blind studies for school, right?
- More than I care to count.
- Would it be safe to say...
that you need more than two test subjects
to get an accurate measure of anything?
Yeah, I'd say that falls under the category
of being at least one short.
Oh.
- Sorry. I heard you were evicted.
- [Drawer Shuts]
We made a copy of this,
so I thought I'd return it.
Jack is dead.
Kattleman knows the truth, and six
months of research is down the drain.
Is there anything else I can do
to help your investigation?
Hey, don't blame me.
I didn't kill Jack Grayson.
I'm sorry.
Is my life's work some kind of joke to you?
It is kind of when it rubs up against mine.
Do you know how many people
are in lifeless, empty relationships...
and how often that gets passed on
as anger, resentment, even violence?
Now you're getting back to
my line of work.
Are you in a relationship, Detective?
Not at the moment.
Would you like to be?
The relationship between sex and love
has always been a mystery.
Finding both in one person is not easy...
but... it's what makes us whole.
It's my goal to demystify
the *** experience...
so more people can get a shot at love.
Look, I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to belittle your life's work.
But you gotta understand. Too many healthy
relationships out there, and I'm out of work.
- [Laughs]
- You know what I'm thinking?
Who else had motive to kill
the guy sleeping in your bed?
Professor Landers. Dr. Kattleman.
And I'm not totally convinced
you're that girl...
the girl that just has unencumbered sex
with these guys, your test subjects...
and doesn't feel anything.
Well, that's what I was doing.
Yeah, well, I didn't believe you,
so I made a few calls.
You don't have a niece or a nephew.
And, as anyone who's ever done
a test case study knows...
you need more than two subjects
to get it right.
You need to tell me who you're protecting.
Don't you worry about it, honey.
I wouldn't miss your game for the world.
Give your brother a kiss.
I'll see you guys later.
Richard Slayton?
Colonel Slayton. Yeah.
- Congratulations.
- Ah.
Yeah, I heard you nabbed the mission
specialist slot on the last shuttle flight.
Yeah, yeah. I'm pretty psyched.
Better late than never, right?
Right. Must have been
a bit touch-and-go there for a while, huh?
What with your messy personal life.
I'm sure you're mistaken, friend.
Actually, I'm not.
Now, we can find a private place
to talk about it...
or I can arrest you here and now
for the *** of Jack Grayson.
[Slayton]
I had nothing to do with his death.
Oh? So what are you lying about?
Nothing.
My relationship with Ashley...
- is a private matter between me and my wife.
- So, she knows?
With hundreds of mission specialists
ready to bump me off the last flight...
I couldn't risk a scandal.
Yes or no. She knows?
No.
Look, I adore my children.
I would die for them.
But Debra and I haven't been
on the same page in years.
And don't get me wrong.
She's a hell of a mom to Paige and Tyler.
But I need more than that.
So, it was just sex for you?
Just sex.
Nothing about the Girlfriend Experience
was filling any void in your marriage?
Not at all.
I gotta tell you, that is really creepy.
You have a picture of your children
at her apartment.
So either you've fallen in love with Ashley
or you're one sick ***.
I knew what I was getting into.
I know about her research... the other men.
- And you're okay with that?
- Absolutely.
Her work is important to her.
I admire her for that.
You admire her for letting total strangers
just pound away at her?
- Hey, ***, that's my...
- Girlfriend? Love of your life?
Someone that you'd kill for
if you found her with another man? Yeah.
Oh, and for the record, she tried
to protect you as much as she could.
But I am pretty good at this.
I just... I needed to feel something again.
I didn't wanna leave my wife
or lose my family.
It seemed like a perfect solution.
Until you fell in love.
[Sighs]
Look, Debra's a project manager.
That's how we met.
But that's how she treats
me... like a project.
[Footsteps Approaching]
Houston wants my atmospheric stats
tomorrow instead of Thursday...
so we need to reschedule dinner.
- Are you good with that?
- I guess I'll have to be.
I'll shoot you an e-mail with some dates.
You could have been arresting me
and she wouldn't have noticed.
Yeah. Sorry, Buzz,
but she may still get that chance.
[Jim]
How's Daniel on the mackerel search?
Counting down the markets.
252 down, 216 to go.
So you don't like the astronaut on this.
When was an astronaut ever lonely?
Women throw themselves at these guys.
I thought they threw themselves at us.
Whole different strata, my friend.
Hey.
- You Mike Grogan?
- Project manager. Yeah.
- What can I do for you?
- You can tell me why you want Carlos Sanchez dead.
Who?
Maybe you know him better as Jack Grayson.
The building inspector.
Where the hell has he been?
He was supposed to run my site yesterday.
- He never showed up.
- He sort of turned up murdered in his girlfriend's apartment.
He was using my identity with a stolen
credit card for his own activities...
until your hit man found him.
Hit man?
There was $10,000 in Grayson's account...
that we think was given to him
to look the other way on code violations.
What'd you do? Reach out to your mob partners
'cause you thought Grayson would talk?
My partner is a national chain
of active senior living centers.
And for 10 grand,
I could bring everything up to code...
and still have money left over.
So I guess you'd rather do that
than rub somebody out.
I didn't have any beef with Jack.
But there was someone who did.
When Jack was leaving here
the other day...
some guy comes up off the street,
starts yelling at him.
I got the impression they knew each other.
- You hear what they say?
- No. But I can show you.
We got cameras set up all over the site
running 24/7 to discourage crime.
[Whirring]
Here. I can zoom in.
[Carlos]
Huh. Professor Landers.
So much for the pursuit
of higher understanding.
She's a very talented girl.
If I read about some guy doing this to my
girl, I'd run out and find a fishmonger too.
I barely glanced at those notes.
I think you did a little
bit more than glance.
What you read in there
drove you to stalk Jack Grayson...
and try and beat the *** out of him
for "experiencing" Ashley Carter.
I don't make value judgments on her work...
and I certainly don't take
a prurient interest in it.
"Prurient"? Really?
You can't just say "getting off"
like I did before? No?
And the truth is,
she fell for one of her subjects...
took him out of the research
so she could be with him...
which left no room for you,
so you killed subject "C."
Or thought you did.
As I tell my undergraduates,
it's not enough to have a clever theory.
You have to back it up with facts,
and you don't have any.
Oh, wait. You can look.
And I have your doctoral thesis...
Bonding Rituals and Behavior
in Organized Crime Culture.
Well, it's a bit kitsch.
But a faux mob hit might just throw
a *** investigation off you.
Yes.
Yes, I did peruse Ashley's notes.
But my only intention
was to impress upon him...
that his feelings for Ashley could
jeopardize the integrity of her study.
As her adviser,
I thought that I should step in...
before months of research
went totally awry.
So you read some really hot stuff...
got your *** in a twist
and went out to kill him.
I was lecturing in front of 200
undergraduates at the time of his ***.
At least a couple of them must have looked
up from their laptops long enough...
to notice that I was there.
Which is actually
what you wanted Ashley to do...
even if she is on the wrong side of 30.
- Hi.
- Hello.
I'm sorry. I just got a text saying
to meet someone here, a Jason Elkins.
Yes. Right this way.
- Hi.
- I didn't know if you were a pinot girl or a cabernet.
- So I split the difference with a nice pinot noir.
- Oh.
Please.
- Uh, Mr. Elkins...
- Jason.
This is a really nice restaurant.
Shouldn't we be meeting in your office?
I may have a solution
to your problem. Please.
- Okay.
- Sit down.
But it's predicated on you
having the ability...
to make restitution for your principal
and penalties in a timely fashion.
Okay, well, I think I was pretty honest
about my expenses...
and what it was that I could commit to.
Great.
It'll be so much easier to keep the matter off
the grid if you're meeting your obligations.
Well, that wasn't so hard.
- [Laughing]
- Shall we order?
Um, well, just so I understand...
you're saying that any potential
criminal proceedings could just go away?
I don't see why not.
Um, these salads here are huge by the way.
We can easily split one.
Um, but could you see a reason
why they wouldn't?
Well, they wouldn't go away
if I pushed the matter.
But fortunately, at this moment...
no one else is aware of your situation.
I'm gonna do tilapia. You?
Why am I here...
at this restaurant with you?
- You don't like this restaurant?
- No, the restaurant's fine.
I know your finances are stretched.
I thought you might like a nice night out.
- I can take my own self out.
- [Laughs]
I'll be perfectly honest.
If we're gonna work together
to make this go away...
I wanted to get to know you better.
Um, well, I think...
I'll make an appointment...
- to come to see you in your office.
- Your call.
[Beeps]
[Door Closes]
[Softly]
What the hell?
- Drop it.
- Jesus! You scared the hell out of me.
What are you doing in my apartment?
- What are you doing in my crime scene?
- I need to make a punch list...
for my handyman so I can lease
the place out as soon as possible.
With a gun?
The gun is to show
some of my deadbeat tenants...
that I'm not some Palm Glade pushover.
Right. Well, I'm gonna need that gun
to give to my ballistics team...
to see if it's the same.38
that killed Jack Grayson.
Fine. Knock yourself out.
So you got two decent-size flat screens,
players, no DVD's.
Uh, well, most of the time when I'm here,
I watch pay-per-view.
The DVD's were Ashley's thing.
Oh.
- You gonna be long?
- Yeah.
You're gonna have to wait until I release the
crime scene before you finish that punch list.
- You can go now.
- Fine.
- [Beeping]
- [Door Opens]
- [Door Closes]
- Daniel.
Yeah, you like movies, right?
I need you to do some digging for me.
They're doing a striation test
on the doctor's gun to see if it's a match.
- But, um, I doubt it will.
- Well, what about the mob angle?
It's all it is...
an angle to throw us off the investigation.
I've got Daniel running around
trying to find...
where the killer might have bought
the mackerel the day of the ***.
And, uh, I got him working
on something else.
Found out the $10,000 that's sitting
in Grayson's bank account...
Well, on the same day
that Grayson made his deposit...
Colonel Slayton made a $10,000 withdrawal.
What does that tell us?
Detective, you were right.
Colonel Slayton's Netflix queue
is loaded with mob movies.
White Heat, GoodFellas,
The Godfather trilogy.
Even stuff as far back
as Little Caesar.
It means Jack Grayson
was blackmailing Colonel Slayton...
which is pretty good
reason to kill someone.
[Slayton] I spent my whole
life working for the agency.
If I don't get on that last mission...
my entire career has been for nothing.
And that's why you paid $10,000
to Jack Grayson... to shut him up.
Yeah. But that was weeks ago.
And you flew into a jealous rage
when you found him with Ashley.
I wasn't jealous. I mean, I was,
but I never caught them together.
Why would I do that to myself?
It wasn't gonna last forever.
Another six months and she would've had
everything she needed to complete her studies.
And then what would you have? Married to a
woman who'd never love you the way Ashley did.
Staring at the ceiling,
wondering where Ashley was and with whom.
No.
Well, your Netflix queue says otherwise.
What in the hell are you talking about?
Mob movies. Sleeping with the fishes?
I never rented movies like that.
Ashley and I loved date night...
but we couldn't risk
being seen out in public.
So we'd order takeout, watch date movies...
The Back-up Plan, The Wedding Planner
, anything with Sandra Bullock.
You sure you're an astronaut?
I'm telling you, Detective,
as soon as I got back down to Earth...
I was gonna make an appointment with
my wife and tell her it was over...
that I was leaving her for Ashley.
[Cell Phone Rings]
- [Ringing]
- [Beeps]
- Daniel.
- I think I found it.
A gourmet shop a couple blocks away from
the condo where Grayson was killed.
Someone came in right when they first opened
and bought the only mackerel they had.
I'm going there now to see if they have
security footage of the suspect.
- Actually, that won't be necessary.
- [Beeps]
[Typing]
It was you, wasn't it?
You went over there to confront Ashley...
because your husband
had fallen in love with her...
a threat that you hadn't factored
into your picture-perfect little family.
And hey, who could blame you?
Having that part of your
life all buttoned up...
allowed you to really throw yourself
into your work.
So you went over there to confront
this threat to your perfect family...
and something weird came over you.
Passion, I think it's called.
Rage. Anger.
Jealousy.
I just wanted to scare her.
I showed up at the condo, and there
was a note on the door to come in.
I followed a trail of rose petals
through the living room.
Passed all these candles.
And I saw the pictures of our two children.
I mean, who does this woman
think she is anyway?
Richard is my husband.
Yeah, but he hasn't felt
like your husband for a long time.
He felt more like one of your projects.
We talked.
And-And then this man
came out of the bathroom...
and... and threw me on
the bed and scared me.
- Yeah, he thought you were Ashley.
- And I panicked.
I didn't mean to shoot him.
- But once I did...
- You had to finish the project.
According to Netflix, someone in your
household is a big fan of mob movies...
which came in handy 20 minutes later
when you needed a plan.
And you remembered that gourmet shop
down on the corner.
Hey, it wasn't perfect,
but it'd do in a pinch.
I... don't understand.
We have the perfect life...
a beautiful home, two great kids...
careers we both love.
Why did he need this woman?
- Did you ever think to ask?
- Ask?
Yeah. You know, talk?
Communicate?
Forget I brought it up.
[Police Radio Chatter]
Mrs. Slayton voluntarily gave up
the *** weapon.
That should make Lemchen happy...
save the taxpayers a few bucks.
Yeah, Slayton gets to keep his seat.
Ashley gets to finish her research.
It might be a little narcissistic on my
part, but I like to think I had a hand...
in giving Colonel Slayton and A
shley a chance to make it work.
I know you didn't talk like that in Chicago,
or you'd never made it out alive.
Ah, come on, Colleen.
Surely there's a man out there somewhere...
making your nights a little sweeter.
My man and my nights
are none of your damn business.
You should worry about
your own love life.
[Beeps]
[Callie]
I'm really glad you came.
I wanted to apologize
for the way I acted in the restaurant.
I... I shouldn't be alienating...
the one person
who could help me out of this mess.
Well, apology accepted.
And here's what I think we should do.
As far as the, uh... the restitution is
concerned, that's out of my control.
You'll still have to make
timely scheduled payments.
I will. I promise.
[Chuckles]
Uh, on the other matter,
I don't see any reason...
why I need to make trouble for someone...
who's just trying to make the best
of a bad situation.
I mean, you're a beautiful woman.
[Laughs]
And why would I do that?
I'm not a bad-looking guy. Right?
So, what I'm thinking is...
maybe we could have some fun together.
We could meet here sometimes...
meet at my place...
get a suite on the state's dime
from time to time.
Wow.
That way no one has to know
about your legal problems.
So, you mean sex?
Yes. Sex.
And if we have sex...
then you won't turn my case
over to the prosecution?
Cross my heart and hope to die.
Okay.
Got it.
Good.
- No. I mean I got it.
- [Beeps]
...get a suite on the state's dime
from time to time.
That way no one has to know
about your legal problems.
You ***!
[Groans]
Now get your fat *** out of my house.
[Coughing]
Ow.
Ow!
[Door Closes]
- [Imitating Al Pacino] Say hello to my little friend.
- Al Pacino, eat your heart out.
- Best gangster ever.
- Ever.
Clearly I did something wrong if my 13-year-old
son's favorite movie is Scarface.
This is Florida. Everyone's
favorite movie is Scarface.
How'd the meeting go?
Uh, they accepted my payment schedule...
so the matter's completely closed.
It must have been some proposal
you put on the table.
You have no idea.
Why don't you go and get dressed,
get your things.
- We'll get out of here.
- Okay. All right.
Thanks for keeping an eye on him.
Sure. Anytime.
How's your Girlfriend Experience?
Also completely over...
Which, by the way, thank you.
- I...
- No, it was really good to know...
that a detached woman is capable of love...
which I assume means a woman in love
is capable of being detached.
Oh, yeah, when we need to be.
[Footsteps Approaching]
Okay.
Say good-bye to your little friend.
- All right, later.
- Later.
- Be good.
- All right, you too.
Hey, Callie.
Sweet dreams.
Sure. Sweet dreams.
Yeah.
"Sweet dreams"? Idiot.
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