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- ♪♪ [Rock]
- Come on, baby! Let's go!
- [Bell Ringing]
- [Laughing, Shouting]
- Wow!
- Let's go hit the tables.
- [Blowing Horn]
- I'm gettin' married! I'm gettin' married!
I'm gettin' married!
Whoo-hoo!
- ♪♪ [Ends]
- [Cheering]
[Man On P. A.] Ladies and gents,
give it up for Blues Rock Boogie!
They'll be back in 30 minutes.
♪♪ [Rock]
Twenty-one.
There we go. Nice.
Nineteen.
[Cheering, Laughing]
- [Woman] Oh, my God!
- Yeah! Yeah!
- Ladies, let's win some money.
- All right. All right.
- Okay.
- All right. What number? What number?
- Twenty-seven.
- No, no, no, no! Fifteen! Fifteen!
Hey! What's the deal?
Okay.
- [Man] No, no! Don't put it on...
- No more bets.
Come on! Come on!
- [Woman] Twenty-seven!
- Yeah!
Come on. Come on.
Twenty-seven!
[Glass Shattering]
[Screaming, Shouting]
[Man]
Freaky!
So, this is the famous Blues Rock Casino.
Pretty big.
[Woman]
Hotel, pool, concert venues, restaurants.
[Jim]
And until this morning, glass skylight.
You were the first officer on scene?
Investigating officer.
Oh. Sorry.
The uniform... put me off.
[Woman]
F.D.L.E. doesn't make you wear one?
[Jim]
Well, they try.
- Detective Josie Tigertail.
- Wow. Really?
That's a name you don't hear every day.
Unless you're a Seminole Indian.
Welcome to the res, Longworth.
Victim was 58, female. Seminole.
Her name's Sally Bird.
She was a casino executive.
Vice president of operations.
- Says here she's a tribal elder?
- A very important tribal elder.
She fell from the 12th floor of the hotel
overlooking our casino's skylight.
- Jumped, tripped or pushed?
- Good question.
- That's why I'm here.
- Actually, you're here because I wanted you here.
Not you, per se. F.D.L.E.
- Tribal Police don't have the forensic resources you have.
- [Cheering, Shouting]
I need your help. But let me be clear.
This is still my investigation.
Yet you want and need me.
You don't do uniforms, I don't do partners.
It's nothing personal.
Just easier. You mind?
Me? I have no mind.
So, where's the victim?
- Yeah. About that.
- They moved the body?
The casino workers were upset.
They were trying to help.
Before the coroner could see it?
Don't get your *** in a twist.
We're in a casino.
There'll be plenty of surveillance footage.
- Called it yet?
- No. Can you believe this?
Whoa! Did you see that?
- What?
- She just moved.
She what?
[Sighs]
- She has a pulse. Her breathing is weak.
- She's bradycardic.
- She's alive!
- What? No.
Watch out, Detective.
We have to get this woman to a hospital.
- We have to get her there right now!
- Now?
Now!
[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.
- I thought you'd be in an ambulance.
- We couldn't wait.
- Had to get her out of there.
- What do we have?
We've got... a dead woman.
Time of death: 11:07 a.m.
Don't make me lie for you like that again.
- Wait. You knew she was dead?
- It was an emergency.
Yeah, for his ego. If I'd call time of
death at the casino on tribal land...
Tribal Police will be
in charge of the case instead of him.
- Sorry I asked.
- And you'd be sorry you didn't...
Ask, I mean.
It's a really interesting case.
- Very interesting.
- [Carlos] Hey.
Look what I found...
in the victim's pocket.
I keep making your life easier.
Only if it's a signed
confession from the killer.
It's close. It's a suicide note.
Yeah? A signed confession from... No.
Uh, you're welcome.
[Engine Starts]
People don't realize, but
a lot of homicides...
are actually solved by the coroner.
Autopsies are the most
important part of a case.
- You know, I've never seen one.
- Are you serious?
- Yeah.
- Come by later. I'll show you.
Really? Thanks.
Excuse me.
I'm looking for Detective Longworth.
Brown hair, blue eyes,
kind of a pretty boy.
- And you would want him for...
- He messed with my body.
You are talking about a case, right?
Of course.
The man's a grade-A pain in my ***.
Yeah. That's how it starts.
Uh, you just missed him.
Damn. You know where he went?
[Siren Wailing]
[Siren Continues]
Hey. Fancy meeting you here.
You didn't signal when you
changed lanes back there.
Would it have mattered if I had?
License and registration.
- Really? You're that mad?
- Step out of the car, sir.
- Is that your gun in there?
- No. I'm just happy to see you.
But, um, this is my badge.
- I'm on duty.
- Not on the reservation you're not.
You're not authorized.
In fact, you can't do anything
without Tribal Police with you.
You can't make arrests.
You can't conduct interviews.
Okay, listen, Josie...
Detective Tigertail to you.
Do you think you can let me off this once?
Sure. I'm warning you that...
for the duration of this investigation...
you're gonna share information with me
and keep me in the loop.
Or else? Hey.
You wanna play bad cop, gotta back it up.
[Water Splashes]
Or else you won't get very far.
[Jim] Clapton's guitar.
Bonham's drumsticks.
What happened here?
In the chaos after the body fell,
some pieces were stolen off the wall.
Blues Rock has the most valuable collection
of music memorabilia in the world.
Everything from Buddy Holly's jacket
to Madonna's lingerie.
We're gonna need surveillance for this whole
area and a list of the items that were stolen.
Well, you said I needed to go through you.
[Man] Sorry. Tribal Police.
We've gotta check that guitar.
No way, man.
This guitar belongs to me, not the casino.
I'm in the house band... Blues Rock Boogie.
See the poster? That's me.
That's an electric guitar.
This one's acoustic.
- Mind your own business.
- This is our business.
Hey, hey, ladies, gents.
There's no need to tussle.
We're all a little frazzled,
but let's be cool.
It's the guitar. They won't let me leave.
This couldn't be stolen.
Not even vintage.
Check the sound hole label.
Made in 2008. And look at this.
Her name is on the strap.
Angie Sweet.
She's good, but sweet Angie's...
actually ain't being displayed
in the Blues Rock Casino just yet.
- We cool?
- Yeah, we're cool.
Oh. He's F.D.L.E.,
so make sure to grab his badge and I.D.
[Chuckles]
Go ahead.
Someone must've been
pretty angry with Sally to do this.
I know people were upset when she pushed
tribal council to buy the casino.
She was also on the committee
that verifies tribal membership.
She keep people out of the tribe?
No. Tribal constitution
determines who gets in.
Yeah. She just enforced those laws.
No. You're right. Probably a lot of people
who wanted to kill Sally.
Yeah, including Sally.
It's a suicide note we found in her pocket.
- When were you going to tell me about this?
- I'm telling you now.
So she owned a hotel suite
in the penthouse?
Twelfth floor.
All of the casino executives had one.
- I can't believe she jumped.
- She didn't.
Is this her suicide note or not?
The suicide note's right
here on her computer.
But the num lock's on.
"I've done things I'm not proud of.
I've hurt a lot of people."
- She seemed so strong, so together.
- But her manicure was a mess.
The nail polish on both hands was all
smudged, like she'd just done it.
See the nail polish bottle on the table?
Cap's not on properly.
So, she did her nails.
But when I came in,
I saw nail polish on the doorknob.
Oh. Maybe she opened the door
to let someone in.
Yeah, exactly. Two things you don't do when
you're about to commit suicide...
get gussied up,
let people into your room.
This suicide note is a fake.
I wonder what Sally was watching
when she did her nails.
- Um...
- [Beeps]
Poker, blackjack and craps.
- This guy's winning.
- Or he could be cheating.
Casinos don't keep surveillance
on honest players.
[Jim]
No reason to. The honest ones are losing.
- [Beeps]
- You know what? Take those DVDs into evidence.
- Give them to Daniel at the lab.
- [Door Closes]
I am a detective. I am not your assistant.
Well, it's about time you people show up.
- Are you Tribal Police?
- She is.
- I'm F.D.L.E.
- Okay, good.
I'm the one that saw
the suicide note on Sally's computer.
I still can't believe Sally killed herself.
Maybe she didn't.
Let me guess: Casino workers let him in.
Yeah, that's right.
I'm sorry. I'm Peter Lang.
I'm vice president
of acquisitions at Blues Rock.
I curate all the memorabilia.
I'm also Sally's transition man.
- He was helping Sally...
- I helped Sally learn the casino business.
It was my job to make sure she was okay
until she could run things on her own.
She didn't look like the kind of woman
that needed help.
You're right. She wasn't. But operating a
casino's kind of a tricky business...
especially if it's run by the tribe.
Every tribal member gets...
Every tribal member
gets a dividend of almost $7,000.
- Sally was responsible for that.
- That could be motive for some.
Listen, Sally was tough, okay?
But she was always fair. She always had the
tribe's best interest at heart...
even if that meant alienating some of
her own flesh and blood sometimes.
He's talking about her son Billy...
Her son Billy was a real troublemaker.
She had to have him banned
from the whole casino.
- That must've been difficult for her.
- It was.
He was a real thorn in her side.
Probably her one failure.
And lately, things had been getting
even worse between 'em, so...
You said not suicide. I don't know.
I gotta tell you, that could have been
something to make her wanna kill herself.
Some people will do that to you.
Method of death is definitely not suicide.
Ultraviolet photography shows...
the bruising on her face
is consistent with blunt force trauma...
from an irregular object, like a fist.
- She was beat up?
- Right before she died.
- Defensive wounds?
- No, but she grabbed on to something before she fell.
- There was evidence under her fingernails.
- Skin tissue from the killer?
Uh, definitely not skin.
Um, it's inorganic. I'm having it tested.
- Come closer so you can see.
- I'm good.
Leave her alone.
I don't want her vomiting on my corpse.
- Gotta toughen up.
- Like you?
The lone wolf. Work alone, go home alone.
Have one lone friend
who puts up with you because he has to.
This coming from the cop
who doesn't like partners?
Face it, Longworth.
You're just a man without a tribe.
[Carlos]
Wow.
Not even a day together.
Already, she's got your number.
Don't start.
- [Cell Phone Ringing]
- Hey.
- [Callie] Hey.
- I was just calling you.
- Yeah.
- Uh... Mm-hmm.
[Ringing Continues]
Wanna grab some dinner?
- Uh, I can't.
- [Beeps]
Carlos said I can come
and watch an autopsy.
Over dinner?
You wanna hang with a stiff and a dead guy?
Yeah.
- We'll talk later.
- Hey, Callie. Callie. Um...
Are you... Um, are we...
[Chuckles] I don't know.
I just feel like something's...
Yeah, actually.
Uh-oh.
I don't wanna do this anymore.
Okay. What are we doing?
Exactly.
I can't handle whatever it is that
we're doing right now.
Look, I never meant
to complicate your life or anything.
Then you know what?
Let's keep it really simple.
We have a professional relationship.
Why are you looking at me like that?
Seriously.
I feel like you're not hearing me.
I wanna be just friends.
Just friends without waiting
for something else to happen.
- Okay?
- Okay.
- But friends can still grab...
- No, friends can't.
Or, at least... We can't.
I feel like you're not hearing me.
No, I am. I am.
I'm hearing you.
I guess, um...
Well, your corpse awaits.
[Chuckles]
[Siren Wailing In Distance]
[Josie] The technology you have
for analyzing fingerprints...
body fluids and D.N.A. is amazing.
Tribal Police can't compete with that.
- Good morning.
- Looks like it. I was waiting for you outside.
Sorry.
Detective Tigertail found me.
Oh, please. Call me Josie.
I've been grilling Dr. Sanchez about all
the resources you have here at F.D.L.E.
Please. Call me Carlos.
Shouldn't you be
chopping up corpses or something?
They're not going anywhere.
I just wanted to see these DVDs Josie took
from Sally's hotel room.
Of course, I don't condone
this kind of behavior...
but, uh, this is pretty amazing.
The casino cameras captured what looks like
three different con men working scams.
It's hard to tell,
but they're all sleight-of-hand cons.
Past-posting,
drop box fishing, the holdout.
Blues Rock always sends us
a list of banned players with their photos.
- I haven't seen any of these men.
- Man.
One man, not three, wearing disguises.
- That's right. How'd you see that?
- Of course.
You can change hair color,
cheeks, lips...
but the one thing a disguise can't change
is the distance between your eyes.
Hmm. I had one of our artists
come up with a sketch...
of what the con man probably looks like.
You said there was inorganic material
underneath the victim's fingernails?
- Mm-hmm.
- That's the same kind of material they use...
in wigs and prosthetic disguises.
This could be our killer.
Techs ran his face through our facial
recognition program.
- He's not in the system.
- It doesn't matter. I know who he is.
- [Chattering]
- [Woman] Oh, look. Wow! Whoo!
[Guttural Growling]
[Shutters Clicking]
- [Josie] How pathetic.
- [Jim] I don't know.
Getting that close to alligator breath's
gotta be brave at least.
- [Applause]
- Alligators are only aggressive in their own territory.
You bring it out here,
you can push it around.
[Applause Continue]
Hey.
- F.D.L.E. I'd like to ask you...
- Tribal Police. I'd like to ask you some questions.
- This is my investigation...
- You're on tribal land. Can we not do this now?
What's this about?
We have a search warrant
to search your house, place and premises.
- Why?
- [Josie] Billy Bird...
you're wanted for questioning
in the *** of your mother, Sally Bird.
[Billy]
The police called.
- They said it was suicide.
- Not according to the coroner.
I can't believe someone
would do this to her.
Stick to swamp tours
and gator wrestling, Billy.
The grieving son act
isn't really your best routine.
You two weren't exactly close.
Sally hated all this crap.
A proud Indian putting
himself on display for tourists.
I am proud. Thanks to the cheeky
craft booths and Indian villages...
people all over the world
know about Seminole Indians.
- It's embarrassing, disgraceful.
- I'll tell you what's disgraceful.
Taking money away from poor people
who really can't afford to gamble.
Actually, he makes a good point there.
I was really impressed with your whole
kissing the alligator thing too.
[Josie] So you were conning
the casino to make a point?
Sally has footage of you
gambling at the casino.
Of course, you were wearing disguises
to hide your identity from security.
We checked your phone records.
You two hadn't talked in months.
But two nights ago,
Sally called you. Talked for 25 minutes.
- We were catching up.
- I'm sure.
About the $50,000 you stole from Blues Rock
by cheating at the tables?
It's not possible to steal from a casino.
You know they call slot machines
one-armed bandits?
It does seem like a victimless crime.
- What?
- Sally didn't think so.
You were stealing money from the tribe.
We kind of think she called you, threatened to
go to the cops if you didn't pay the money back.
She didn't wanna turn you in.
That's why she didn't tell anyone about your scams.
She kept giving you another chance to
turn your life around.
You threw it back in her face.
You killed her.
I didn't kill her! All right?
I couldn't have. I was here all morning.
Too bad you can't make the alligators talk.
Your coworkers can't verify you were here.
They can't verify he wasn't either.
I don't have enough to get him on ***.
I do... for casino fraud.
[Phone Ringing]
We're executing a search warrant
of Billy's residence for the disguises.
And he's in your holding
cell no thanks to you.
I was playing good cop to your bad cop.
You're a very good bad cop.
So Tech processed Sally's computer.
There was no traces or
D.N.A. evidence from Billy.
But we did find a fingerprint on
the keyboard from Peter Lang.
On the number lock key, I bet.
Only a number cruncher like Peter would use
the num lock key, right?
- Well, that, and he found the suicide note.
- Maybe he wrote it.
Maybe. A file was deleted from Sally's
computer after she hit the roulette table.
Of course, just because it's deleted
doesn't mean it's gone.
Bingo!
Thank you.
This is a memo from Sally.
She just wanted to have me reappraise
some of the casino's memorabilia.
Why? Did she think some of the pieces were
inaccurately valued?
[Peter]
Uh, yeah, yeah. Something like that.
Listen, there's no point in really getting
into all that right now, is there?
The point is you erased the document.
I was upset, okay? I wasn't thinking.
I certainly wasn't thinking
how it might look, okay? I just did it.
- Trying to protect yourself?
- No.
[Sighs]
All right, listen. I was protecting Sally.
She was scamming the casino.
- What? No way.
- Scamming how?
Well, the easiest way to
explain it is that...
she was lying to the casino
about some of the items of memorabilia.
What, claiming the pieces were worth less?
Yeah. Then she would find
some private collectors...
to buy those undervalued items
for the true price.
Then pay the casino the lower value
and pocket the rest for herself.
He's lying. Sally would never do anything
to harm the tribe.
Well, I agree,
and that's why this is so surprising.
And, of course, we can't ask Sally.
You're only pretending to protect her
because it makes you look less guilty.
I didn't even have to say anything.
You know what? I'm done.
If you need anything else, Detective
Longworth, just contact my lawyer.
Please don't sit on the car.
Actually, I do need something else.
We gonna get that, uh, list
of the items that were stolen?
Sure. Right away.
It's a nice car.
- Hey, Jeff. Hey.
- Oh, hey.
- What are you doin' here?
- I'm waiting for my mom to take me home.
She's watching some autopsy.
Two in a row? Must be good.
- Look, cutting up dead people's gross.
- Hey, Longworth.
You are a pain in the ***. Why didn't you
tell me the evidence report was ready?
I'm sorry. Is this your son?
- [Both Laugh]
- No. This is my good friend Jeff.
Jeff, this is Detective Tigertail.
That's a cool name.
Are you a Seminole Indian?
Hundred percent. Smart kid.
We read about it all the time in school.
I didn't know you had a case on the res.
How do you like working with Tribal Police?
Oh, I... like it.
I'm learning to be a good cop.
Detective Tigertail
has a lot of passion as you can see.
So do you. He just doesn't want anyone
to know how much he cares.
Yeah. I'm known as a lone wolf.
Yeah. There's no such thing.
Wolves are led by a male and female couple.
- Oh. What, did you read that in school?
- No.
- Everybody knows that wolves travel in packs.
- [Ringing]
Oh, crud. I gotta go.
It's great meeting you, Detective Tigertail.
- Bye, Jeff. Call me Josie.
- Hey, Josie...
Not you.
- [Phone Ringing]
- [Man On Police Radio: Indistinct]
I had to get Daniel to give me a copy
of the evidence report.
I didn't give you a report
because the findings were inconclusive.
The disguises found in Billy's house
were made of latex and nylon.
Turns out that's the same inorganic material
Carlos found under Sally's fingernails.
Turns out those are similar
and not the same.
I think Billy did it. There's been bad
blood between him and Sally for years.
Of course, it turns out
Peter has a motive too.
We know he can get into her room easily.
- Is that more surveillance video?
- Yeah.
Just after Sally hit the table.
It's the guests' reactions. Take a look.
You'll notice they go through
the five stages of death...
denial, anger, bargaining,
depression and looting.
Five stages casino style.
Turns out some people deal
with the tragedy of death by stealing.
Is that a tambourine
and a leather jacket they're taking?
Don't know. Somebody
hasn't got us the list yet.
- What's going on there?
- [Sets Cup Down]
Judging by the time code,
this is the first incidence of looting.
- It's blocked by a scissor lift.
- Yeah.
The casino has a regularly scheduled
maintenance stop right there.
What does any of this
have to do with Sally's ***?
I don't know.
That's what we're going
back to the casino to find out.
- Hey, Blues Rock Boogie.
- Come to hear us play?
No. Ask you some questions. Did you see anything
when that woman came through the skylight?
Nah. The band was on break.
I guess you didn't see who got the leather
jacket and tambourine off the walls either?
No. Why? Are you looking for those too?
It's just part of the *** investigation.
You know,
there was something else taken as well.
Yeah. Honey.
Stovepipe's guitar.
Stovepipe Richmond?
The famous blues guitar player? You're a fan?
You could say that. I'm his grandson.
- Michael Richmond.
- Did you take it?
You know, I knew someone
was gonna ask me that.
Why would I do that?
When Honey was on the wall...
at least everybody knew
who old Stovepipe was.
Put him up there with
Hendrix, Clapton and Page.
Did I ask you where you were
during the ***?
On break with the band.
Ask them.
You really think I'm a suspect?
This is a *** investigation.
[Groans]
Should've known Tribal
Police was behind this.
Seminoles always gotta treat everybody else
like they're second-class citizens...
when y'all are nothin' but a bunch
of drunk Injuns...
collecting casino checks like it's welfare
while everybody else works for a livin'.
We close?
[Sighs, Clears Throat]
Where's the bad cop when you need her?
Sally probably had to deal
with people like that all the time.
None of the items are set up
to a security system.
The glass cases don't look like they
were there for security.
Just to keep the items from damage.
Casino figures no one would be bold
enough to steal something off the wall.
Yeah, especially not where the camera is.
Good old-fashioned smash and grab.
But here where Honey was on display,
the lock's broken...
but the glass case is intact.
- You said Honey was the first item to be looted.
- Yeah.
Maybe stealing Honey wasn't
a crime of opportunity like the others.
Whoever stole Honey knew when the scissor
lift was gonna block the camera.
And that there would be a big enough
commotion to divert attention away...
from breaking the law
and stealing a guitar.
It was planned.
Sally's death was a diversion
for stealing Honey.
- ♪♪ [Blues]
- [Door Opens]
[Callie]
Jim?
- Knock, knock.
- [Door Closes]
Hello?
Hey.
[Whispering]
Jim!
- [Door Closes]
- Hello?
- Hi.
- Hey.
Josie, right?
Right. Callie?
Yeah.
I didn't realize that
you guys were busy working on the case.
[Chuckles]
You know, he was gonna tell me about it.
But I was too busy to talk.
And then Carlos filled me in,
so I thought I'd just...
drop by some old Stovepipe CDs I found.
Great.
Thanks.
Okay, well, I'm gonna get going.
I don't wanna interrupt that.
Hey. Hey, Callie.
- What are you doin' here?
- Leaving.
- Josie, it was nice to see you again.
- Yeah. You too.
- Yeah, we're just, uh, workin' on the case.
- I can see that.
- Yeah, Detective Tigertail and I were...
- [Josie] Please.
Call me Josie.
Uh, she brought over a list of memorabilia
stolen from the casino.
Well, you should get back to that.
Night.
Night.
You did tell her we were just workin'
on the case, right?
Is there some reason
why she should care about what we're doing?
So, the leather jacket and tambourine
turned up on eBay in a local pawnshop.
The sellers are both in custody.
But neither one have ties to Peter or Billy...
or Sally for that matter.
- And Honey's still missing?
- Yeah.
But compared to the others,
Honey isn't worth much.
The leather jacket was appraised at 35,000.
The tambourine was going for 10.
Yeah, Honey
was only appraised as $4,300.
That's because nobody cares about
Gregory "Stovepipe" Richmond.
Not true.
You see, uh...
[Clears Throat]
Sally Bird wasn't no friend of mine.
Had my guitar up there in that hotel.
Wouldn't even
"complimentarize" me a room.
And I'm part Seminole.
But she didn't wanna hear that.
Yeah, wasn't about
to let an old bluesman into her tribe.
You keep talkin' like that,
he's liable to think that you killed her.
[Laughing, Coughing]
Oh, here, here, here, here.
- [Coughing]
- Take your pills.
[Sighs]
Thank you, Little Tiny.
Your last name is Smalls.
Is that why they call you Little Tiny?
No.
[Stovepipe]
Well, now, if what he said is true...
and I am truly sorry anyone would lose
their life over a guitar...
even old misery guts Sally Bird...
but I understand.
Honey was the sweetest guitar
you'd ever wanna hear.
- Why did you sell her?
- He didn't.
My father always said...
that guitar was who I was.
Even if I had nothin'...
a little bit of Honey
would get me somethin'.
So how did Honey end up at the Blues Rock?
They bought her from my record company.
The record company took it from me.
Said I owed an advance of my royalties.
Before that, my...
my father won it in a poker game...
from a Pullman porter took it from
Robert Johnson hisself.
Yeah, Robert Johnson was
the greatest blues guitarist ever lived.
You ever heard of him?
Yes, sir. Made a deal with the devil at
the crossroads for his talent.
A lot of people made that deal.
You want Honey's full provenance,
you talk to Mr. Lang.
- He's got it.
- Peter Lang?
- He worked with Sally.
- What is a provenance?
It's a document.
Collectors use it to verify history.
You know, ownership.
It's the only way to establish
the real value of a thing.
And why would Peter Lang
have Honey's provenance?
I don't know.
But he asked me to sign some papers...
talkin' about Honey's pedigree.
And you got paid too.
- [Chuckling]
- [Laughing]
Five hundred dollars.
Me and the wife
gave it to our youngest for her kids.
Hmm. But can you imagine that?
Five hundred dollars
just to sign a piece of paper.
Yes, sir.
That does seem hard to believe.
I wanna go to the mall.
There are a bunch of new video games...
I said no talking until
we finish our homework.
[Scoffs]
- Can we have Jim over for dinner?
- Jeff!
Yeah, sure. We could do that.
And his girlfriend?
How do you know he has a girlfriend?
I met her at the station.
Josie, right?
They work together.
[Chuckles]
Oh. Looks like more than work to me.
You're 13.
What do you know about it?
Okay, Mom.
So can we have 'em over?
Uh... I don't know, sweetie.
It'll be fun.
Me, you...
Jim, Josie.
I'll think about it.
Okay.
♪♪ [Josie Mimicking Guitar]
I can't get that song
from last night out of my head.
- What's that?
- Casino's files regarding the memorabilia.
You wanna talk to Stovepipe today?
- Already did.
- You went without me?
He doesn't live on the reservation,
even though he says he's Seminole.
Him and everyone else in Florida.
How do you know someone is Seminole?
- They have to meet the requirements.
- Which are?
For one,
a current tribe member has to sponsor you.
Then you have to be directly related to a
Seminole listed on the 1957 tribal roll.
And you have to have
the birth certificate to prove...
one of your grandparents
was a full-blooded Seminole.
- Sounds like a lot.
- It's a lot of money.
- What, 7,000 a year, right?
- A year?
You mean close to 7,000 a month
for each family member.
Roughly 330,000 for a family of four.
Per year? Wait a minute.
- Does that mean you get that kind of money?
- I'm in the tribe.
- And still on the job.
- Yeah, just like you.
How much does Chicago P.D. pay out for the
bullet you took in your... cheek?
With that kind of money, Gregory could have
bought Honey back from the Blues Rock.
Not quite. I went through the casino's
files regarding the memorabilia.
- Did you find something called a provenance?
- Yeah.
Based on the history,
Honey's true worth is 1.2 million dollars.
Did you know Honey was
once owned by Robert Johnson?
Peter Lang knew that too.
I checked online, pawnshops, auction houses.
Honey still hasn't turned up.
I know where she is. Get in.
Looks like your brake light is out.
Want me to check it?
Uh, no. Actually, that's
okay, 'cause I'm kind of...
Excuse me. Why?
Hello, Honey.
I guess we'll be
taking you in for questioning.
The top is Sitka spruce.
Strong but complex. Rich.
The neck is mahogany.
The fingerboard and bridge is ebony.
Classic. Used on violins.
The body is dreadnought.
The bass response on this is full-bodied.
It's magnificent. See?
Even the sound hole label is hand-drawn.
It's one of a kind.
- I'm impressed.
- So am I.
- [Knocking]
- The plywood in this guitar case is so strong.
It's durable.
You make it sound so beautiful.
You must be a fan.
[Chuckles]
Of catching murderers.
If that means understanding
how a guitar works...
or delving into the mind
of a somewhat deranged...
maladjusted F.D.L.E. detective,
then so be it.
What about collecting evidence?
Can you do that?
Done. There were several
short and thin threads in the case...
about the length of a fingernail
and the thickness of a strand of hair.
Inorganic material like
under Sally's nails?
Great minds. Chemical composition
was the same. It's nylon.
Diameter and texture
from the strands in the case...
were identical to the material found
under Sally's nails.
Guitar's case is the killer's.
Good cop or bad cop?
Definitely bad cop.
[Beeps]
Is it not obvious to you
that I'm being framed here?
The only thing that's obvious is you
had Honey in the backseat of your car.
Somebody left it on my doorstep, okay?
The killer...
the real killer... he obviously got scared.
- He realized he couldn't sell it.
- That's a good story.
Like the one you told about Sally scamming
the casino, when really it was you.
- I didn't do anything wrong here.
- You deleted an e-mail.
And you told Sally Honey was worth $4,300.
But you were the only one
who knew it was really worth 1.2 million.
Appraisals are subjective.
It's not an exact science.
[Chuckles] Not when you're off by
more than 1.1 million dollars.
[Josie] You couldn't just walk out
of the casino with a guitar.
Even if no one noticed,
the cameras would see you.
It wasn't hard for you to figure out when
the scissor lift would block the camera.
- Sally was on to you.
- I didn't do anything.
- If Honey went missing, Sally would know it was you.
- I...
You had to get her out of the way.
You went up to her room, beat her up...
- Ruined a good manicure.
- and threw her off the balcony.
Sally smashing into a roulette table was a
great distraction for stealing a guitar.
Question is, who helped you?
You couldn't kill Sally
and steal Honey at the same time.
- So which part did you do?
- I didn't kill Sally!
- Then you stole the guitar.
- No, I didn't! Okay, look. I admit it.
I appraised some of the memorabilia
for less than it was worth.
That's it. I did not kill Sally, and
I did not steal the guitar.
[Phone Ringing]
- We got him dead to rights.
- I don't know.
- You heard him confess.
- Yeah, to a crime he hasn't actually committed yet.
- You're just disagreeing to disagree with me.
- No.
I'm disagreeing because I disagree.
Are you gonna arrest him or not?
I'm thinking not.
Peter's house is still being processed.
- This is just the evidence from Peter's office.
- What's this?
This black band around the poster is
sometimes manufactured out of nylon.
- I like the poster.
- Yeah?
I bet Bon Jovi and Poison
are your favorite bands, right?
- Can I take this?
- I don't know. Can you? You got hands. Go ahead.
Does that warrant cover the casino,
or just Peter's office?
Office. Why?
- Please don't tell me you wanna search the casino.
- Okay. I won't.
- Where are you going?
- You told me not to tell you.
- You're getting a warrant!
- The casino.
Tell Josie I'll meet her there.
What do you think?
The nylon fibers from the guitar case...
and from under Sally's nails
could have come from that.
- [Jim] Is that wig Michael's or Angie's?
- Michael's. But she has one too.
- They were in it together.
- How do you wanna play this?
Straight, like partners.
Let them play the games.
See which one cracks first.
- Is that a new guitar case, Angie?
- What, that?
I've always had that.
Yeah, it's still got the U.
P.C. sticker on it.
[Chuckles]
I must have forgotten to take it off.
I guess you forgot
to bring it to work the other day too.
Holding your guitar by the neck...
I thought that was odd.
A professional musician
doesn't have a case for her instrument.
What happened to your old guitar case?
She used it to steal Honey from the casino.
And once you realized we were investigating
stolen objects as part of the ***...
you knew you couldn't get away with it.
You wanted to return Honey, but you couldn't
risk bringing it back into the casino.
Giving it back to Peter
was the next best thing.
Didn't hurt that it made him look guilty.
Not as guilty as Michael here though.
- I have an alibi.
- You mean accomplice.
The rest of the band said you and
Angie were together during the break.
We looked through your apartment.
Found the suicide note
that you forged for Sally on your computer.
It was created two days
before she was killed.
What? Two days?
- Now, Angie, don't...
- No.
- You said it was an accident.
- Yeah.
I mean, no.
Look, I said it was an accident.
I meant that Sally killed herself.
No. No, that's not what you said.
That's not what he said.
Michael, I never would have done this...
- Shut up!
- We're gonna sit down.
- What did you drag me into? Two days?
- Never would have done what?
Nobody was supposed to get hurt, okay?
He said it was an accident...
that he didn't mean to kill Sally.
- But you planned this?
- That's not true.
- What was supposed to happen?
- A diversion.
He was just supposed to create a diversion.
- What kind of diversion?
- Pyrotechnics. A preloaded flash pot.
We use them in the show.
I heard the commotion in the casino...
but I didn't know it was
because Sally was killed.
So Michael killed Sally,
and you stole the guitar.
No. No, Angie. Don't do this.
Yeah.
I stole Honey.
But I did it for Stovepipe.
The man was a freakin' legend.
He never got the recognition or the respect.
Now it's too late.
What do you mean, too late?
He's dying.
Michael took him to the doctor last week.
It's cancer.
And-And Honey was who he was,
you know?
We just wanted to give
the man his guitar back before he passed.
And I shouldn't have done it.
It was stupid, and I...
I didn't know Michael was
gonna kill Sally, I swear.
*** deserved it!
Sally Bird took everything
from my grandfather...
his guitar, his identity.
She wouldn't let him into the tribe.
We tried to prove it, but she said
he didn't have authentic papers.
She broke his heart.
No.
No, that was all you.
[Handcuffs Clicking]
I never thought I'd see her again.
I'd be honored if you played something.
[Stovepipe Chuckles]
No, no.
Probably sound terrible
after all this time.
Really sorry how things turned out.
Your father always said Honey was a part of
you. What'd he mean by that?
Just his way of lettin' me know that...
I was meant to be a bluesman.
Wanted me to feel good about myself.
A bluesman... and part Seminole Indian.
That's right.
But you could never prove
the Seminole Indian part...
until now.
Found that on the sound hole label.
Guessing your father put it there
for safekeeping.
Probably thought that Honey will be there
with you for the rest of your life.
- What is it?
- It's a birth certificate for Darrel Bobby.
It's an authentic birth certificate.
That's my grandfather.
He was born Azariah Panther
of the Panther clan.
Full-blooded Seminole.
Name's on the tribal roll.
Your father's right.
Honey is a part of you.
You are part of the tribe.
Now that you have your
grandfather's certificate, you qualify.
Josie's gonna sponsor you to get in.
It'll be an honor.
- At least I have something to leave the grandkids.
- What about Honey?
Honey still belongs to the Blues Rock.
But for now...
take your time.
- Thanks for sponsoring him.
- Sure.
But now I want something from you.
A recommendation.
F.D.L.E.'s holding a training academy for
new recruits in Tallahassee.
You're gonna leave Tribal Police?
Only so I can come back as a chief someday.
After working this case and with you,
I realize I need more experience.
Oh, you seem pretty experienced to me.
A recommendation
from an F.D.L.E. agent guarantees me...
an automatic interview for the academy.
Wait. Does this mean
you'll be working for the F.D.L.E.?
- Is that okay with you?
- You can come by later and pick it up.
♪♪ [Guitar: Blues]
♪♪ [Continues]
Ah.
- Grab a beer.
- I'm fine, thanks.
- Hey.
- You busy?
Very, as you can see.
- Alone?
- Yeah.
Jeff wants to invite
you and Josie over for dinner.
He seems to think that she's your new
girlfriend. I think it's a terrible idea.
What? Inviting someone for dinner, or Josie
being my new girlfriend?
Both.
I'm confused. Are we just friends?
I mean, I... I know what you said, so...
- What do you want?
- I don't know.
Okay, that's a lie. I-I do know.
Okay. Let's hear it.
That. That... That's what I want.
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