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Let me! It's my turn!
No! You already had it!
Give it to me!
Aah!
Ugh! Look what you did!
You ruin everything!
Hey. I see it.
Hey. Stay back.
Whoa!
Victim is Ethan Russell,
31-year-old white male.
According to his liver temp,
time of death was between
10:00 P.M. and midnight.
His carotid artery was severed.
Based on the way the blood
was pooled,
I say he bled out
in less than a minute.
Well, I'm gonna take
a wild guess
and say this wasn't
a botched robbery.
Wallet, credit card, cash,
it's all in there.
Only thing missing
is his cellphone.
And a digit.
Defensive wound.
Obviously lost it in the attack.
I guess you can say
he gave his killer the finger
before he died.
- There you go.
- Hey.
How did you know
it wasn't a robbery?
Takes a lot of effort to slice
and dice someone like that.
Wouldn't be worth it
unless it was personal.
Daniel, do we know
where this path goes?
Everything on
the other side of the fence
is Olustee State Park.
That's where the two boys
that found the body came from.
Well, if they
came from this way
then our victim and his killer
must have come from this way.
Hello.
Is that a finger?
Uh, yeah.
I guess he gave his killer
the finger before he died?
I heard that.
So, what brings you out here?
Our victim.
Ethan Russell.
Turns our he's
an Assistant State's Attorney.
I just got off the phone
with the State Attorney.
He called to impress on me
how important it is that
we find out whoever did this.
So, basically,
don't screw it up.
Mm, not basically.
Exactly.
Apparently our victim was a real
hard-on-crimes kind of guy,
so we shouldn't have
any trouble
coming up with a nice long list
of potential suspects.
Well, hopefully only one of them
has the initials C.S.A.
Hmm. Uh, hey.
Um, how's Callie holding up?
- Holding up?
- Mm-hmm.
Fine. Why?
She's not upset that Ray's
been calling Jeff
outside of the program?
Oh, that holding up.
I sort of didn't tell her.
Yeah.
Jim.
I mean, I will if
and when I need to.
Yeah, well, you may have to
and sooner than you think.
Contact outside of supervision
puts all three of them at risk.
I know, Colleen. Believe me, the
whole thing sucks for everyone.
Breaks Callie's heart to see
what Jeff has to go through
just to spend a couple of weeks
with his dad.
And Ray just wants to have
a relationship with his son,
but trust me.
I've got my eye on things.
And I'll check in with Tony.
Wow. What kind of weapon
did this? A machete?
A machete blade generally
produces a deeper wound
with more bruising and tearing
than I'm seeing here.
If it was my guess, I'd say it
was done with a lighter blade.
Something more like
a sword or saber.
Who even uses a saber anymore?
The Confederate States of America.
That's who uses sabers anymore.
The Glades 04x11
Civil War
Originally Aired August 12, 2013
==sync, correction by dcdah==
for www.addic7ed.com
Company, fall in!
According to this,
the actual Battle of Olustee
took place
on February 20, 1864.
Reenactments are scheduled
all weekend.
There's also period music
concerts, barn dances,
medical demonstrations...
Oh, nothing says "fun"
quite like an old-fashioned
hacksaw amputation.
Attention! Company!
Hi. Excuse me.
Detective Longworth, FDLE.
Are you in charge here?
I am, sir.
General Beauregard Finegan
at your service.
Yeah, no, really.
Who are you?
Sir, I am General
Beauregard Finegan,
commander of the Confederate
forces of Olustee.
Good luck. I couldn't get a
straight answer out of him either.
I've heard about this...
hard-core reenactors
completely embody
the persona and personality
of the historic figures
they're impersonating.
It's called
"First-Person Impression."
Yeah, well, my first impression
is, "This person's nuts."
Detective, your man here
has informed me
you are investigating a ***.
So, I have assembled my troops,
that you may examine their
uniforms and weapons.
Whatever you need, you shall
have my full cooperation.
Great.
Well, my man here
will get started right away.
Get a full roster of all the reenactors.
I'm gonna take a look around.
You're missing the inspection.
Uh, kind of tied up
at the moment.
Yeah, I see that.
What for?
- Farby.
- Farby?
Anything not authentic
to the civil war years
is considered Farby.
- Carl...
- That's General Finegan...
Doesn't allow it.
He caught me tweeting
on my cell,
so here I am doing time
on the old spare wheel.
Huh, well,
you don't look too torn up
that you're missing
all the Rebel fun.
Yeah, well, I'm more
of a musical reenactor
than a shoot-at-***
and-play-dead reenactor.
Which would make you...?
Rick Marsten.
And, yes, that Rick Marsten.
My band plays
a lot of local bars.
You might have heard of me.
Sorry. Must not be drinking
at the right bars.
That's cool.
Still, they must have
given you something
to defend yourself with,
you know, just in case.
- A sword, maybe, or saber?
- Sorry.
As a musician, my only weapons
are my drumsticks
and fiddle bow.
- Hmm.
- Detective?
No luck yet finding any blood
or missing buttons.
But before you go,
General Finegan is requesting...
and these are his words...
"The honor of your presence"
in the command tent.
I am vexed, sir, with thoughts
of the coming battle.
The responsibility
weighs heavy on me.
Yeah, I'm pretty vexed myself.
Yes. Yes, of course.
The ***.
Precisely the point
of my request to speak.
You see, the Federals
are expected to advance
against my forces
at precisely 12:00 noon today.
Now, I know you have
a job to do,
but it's been a long
and an arduous campaign
and I desperately want my men
to taste victory.
Send those Union ***
back north where they belong!
Will you permit it, sir?
Uh, spoiler alert.
You do know that the South
loses the war, right?
Okay, well, I guess it depends
where your battle takes place.
Heavy artillery will be placed
here, here, and here.
28th and 64th Georgia regiments
skirmish from these positions.
Well, my body was found
here by this barn,
so as long as you
and your little friends
stay on that side of the fence,
I guess you have my permission
to play army.
And you have
my eternal gratitude, sir.
What's that?
I believe it's a well
that once provided water
for a homestead.
A well?
Well, well, well.
Colleen, I think I know where we
might find our *** weapon.
Jeff, you found your phone.
Yeah, I did.
It was under my bed.
I thought you looked there.
I did, like, a hundred times.
Well, I've seen under your bed
so I'm not surprised
that you missed it.
Whatever. I just thought
you'd want to know.
You're right. I'm sorry. I
appreciate you telling me that.
- Sorry, doctor.
- Where are you?
I thought you said you didn't
have a shift today.
I don't.
I'm here to talk to Dr. Hardy.
You told me
your fellowship was over.
It is... well, it was,
but only because
he arbitrarily decided
that six weeks was enough.
I completely overhauled
his post-op treatment
to prevent
patient re-injury
and dragged his entire practice
out of the dark ages.
The least he can do
is hear me out.
Mom, you're telling
the wrong guy.
You're right. I'm sorry.
Okay, um, I was just
winding myself up.
I love you.
Love you, too.
Dr. Hardy, I...
Oh, my God.
He's dead?
Yeah.
He was just lying there.
They're pretty sure
it was a heart attack.
Wow.
You want me to come over?
No. I'm all right.
Or I will be.
They're all talking about
a memorial service.
Everyone here is freaking out
about the whole thing.
I'm sorry.
I guess seeing death every day
doesn't make it any easier.
You sure you don't want me
to come over?
Yeah. No, I'll...
I'll be fine.
Okay. Well, you'll call
if you need anything?
I will. I love you.
I love you, too.
Seems you were right
about that old well.
I had a tech team check it out.
They said that the, uh,
boards covering the opening
look like they've
recently been disturbed.
- And have they found the *** weapon?
- Not yet.
It's a very deep well, and there's
still water at the bottom.
They're sending for a diver.
And speaking of
the *** weapon,
according to the measurements
I took from the body,
we're looking for a blade
with a single cutting edge
approximately
2 centimeters wide.
Once we have the weapon,
I should be able to
- match it to the wounds.
- And the brass button?
No prints and everyone at
the camp had all their buttons.
Any word on the victim's widow?
Uh, her name is Maddy Malone,
and no.
We've left messages, but
she's not getting back to us.
There's a BOLO out on her car
and I posted a unit
outside her apartment.
Her apartment? She wasn't
living with her husband?
She and the victim
were separated
and in the process
of divorcing.
And if you can believe
the courthouse gossip,
it was shaping up to be
a pretty nasty one.
They got married right after
Ethan graduated law school,
and it's been downhill
ever since.
Sorry to interrupt, but I think
you're gonna want to see this.
This is the roster of the Confederate
Army reenactors that you asked for.
And this is the list of everyone
that our victim Ethan Russell
has prosecuted
since he became an A.S.A.
And one name shows up
on both lists.
Carl Stewart?
I must confess, sir,
the name is not familiar.
Really?
'Cause it would be a shame
for your men
to see you in these, Carl.
Fine.
What can I do for you?
Well, for starters, an answer
as to why you didn't tell me
that you owned
the barn and land
where we found
Ethan Russell's body,
as in A.D.A.
Ethan Russell,
the attorney who prosecuted you
for digging up
civil war artifacts.
Got you locked up
for 14 months.
They were on my land.
And it's a stupid law!
And I never should have
done time.
He just used me
to set an example.
For example, the 14 months you
got for a few rusty trinkets.
Sounds like motive
for *** to me.
Now, I admit, sir...
- Oh, no, don't...
- that the imbalance of justice
did, indeed,
set my reason afield.
But there would be no honor
in killing that scoundrel.
And I certainly wasn't
addlepated enough
to do it on my own property.
Well, are you addlepated enough to
tell me where you were last night
between 10:00 and midnight?
We bivouacked
yesterday afternoon.
Anyone leaving camp was required
to sign out with the sentry.
As you can see,
I left camp at 21:00 hours.
'Cause I do security
at the Palm Glade Mall.
They'll confirm I was there.
Looks like you weren't
the only person missing
at the time of the ***.
You want to tell me where I can
find this Uriah Jones?
Oh, uh, Private Jones
is currently in the field
with the 28th Georgia Regiment.
Though,
if you're keen to speak,
I strongly urge you to wait
until battle has ceased.
Or not.
Private Jones?
Private Jones?
Hey, that guy you just killed,
is that Private Jones?
No?
Anyone seen a Private Jones?
Have you seen a Private Jones?
Thank you.
Private Jones, I presume?
Ooh!
Nice work with the saber,
by the way.
Amazing.
I almost couldn't tell.
Hey!
Maddy Malone.
We've been looking for you.
I really appreciate you coming
all the way out here
to tell me about Ethan,
detective.
That's no problem.
I figured it's the least
I could do
after you went to all
the trouble of killing him.
You think I killed him?
Well, you were going
through a divorce.
A pretty nasty one
from what I hear.
There was nothing nasty
about it.
Look, Ethan and I may have
decided to end our marriage,
but he was my best friend.
Nothing was gonna change that.
We shared too much.
Like his clothes, for instance?
I do this to honor the women
who fought so bravely
yet invisibly
during the civil war.
Oh, and here I thought
you were just hiding.
As many women had to do
back then.
Many had no other option
but to take up arms.
Women have never been
properly recognized
for their contributions,
then or now.
But they were patriots
just the same,
just like my brother Tommy.
Oh, your brother
wears a uniform?
Three tours in Iraq,
same as Ethan.
That's how Ethan and I met,
actually,
serving returning vets
Thanksgiving Dinner,
serving those
who so bravely served us.
Now, why on earth
would I kill someone
who put their life on the line
so you and I can live in
the greatest country on earth?
Wow... well,
when you put it that way,
I guess I do feel
a little twinge of guilt
when I ask where were you
between 10:00 and midnight?
- An alibi?
- Yeah.
I was working.
I work the graveyard shift
at Cake & Steak in Aventura.
Feel free to check it out
if you like.
Oh, no. I will, yeah.
Anything you'd like
to recommend?
Oh, you mean the alibi. Yeah,
no, I'll check that out, too.
Look, I'm sorry if I'm not more
helpful, but I'm in shock.
Now, if you don't mind, I would
like to be alone right now.
Oh, no, grieve away.
Just, um,
don't go deserting on me.
Hmm.
Carlos, tell me you have
what I think you have.
We pulled it up from the well.
Luminol shows trace evidence
of blood in the hilt.
I'll have it tested to see
if it's a match for the victim.
I did a little research, found out
it was called a musician's sword.
Hmm. Wild guess, it was
used by musicians.
By members
of the Fife and Drum Corps.
They didn't fight with the soldiers,
but if the lines were flanked,
they needed something
to defend themselves.
Thanks, Daniel. I think I know
just the musician.
He's gonna need
more than drumsticks
to defend himself
if he's lying about that sword.
I didn't lie.
I lost my sword.
My drumsticks
are my only weapon.
You lost it?
That's convenient.
It is what it is, chief.
Uh, that's Detective Chief
to you, Buck.
And you think we might
take a break
from the pickin'
and a-grinnin'?
The banjo's a mainstay
of early American music.
It also occupied an essential
place during the civil war.
And you're occupying
an essential place
in my investigation
and working on my last nerve.
Yeah.
You go to Tampa Tech?
Yep. Why?
So did my *** victim,
Ethan Russell.
- Did you know him?
- The name sounds familiar.
He might have been in my dorm.
Listen, I'm sorry I didn't
tell you about the sword,
but I didn't want word
getting back to the general.
Why would he care?
Well, because
it's from his collection.
He's what you call a Sutler,
a collector
and authenticity nut.
Half the reenactors here
rent their equipment
and uniforms from him.
Most of this equipment is his?
Even something as small
as a button?
Buttons, braces...
Bandages?
Uh, afraid those are
100% Farby.
Like to keep my ankles wrapped.
Never know what you might
step in out in the field.
Or near the field.
Where were you between
10:00 P.M. and midnight?
Had a gig with my band,
a place called The Dive Inn.
Your name wasn't on
the sentry's sign-out list.
Hey, man, I had a job to go to.
I'm not gonna
disappoint my fans
just 'cause of some stupid rule.
Well, you better hope
that you alibi
doesn't disappoint me...
because if it doesn't hold up,
you'll get a lot worse
than the old spare wheel.
Hey. Thanks for getting
back to me.
Uh, yeah.
I know where that is.
You really think
Ray's stupid enough
to keep calling Jeff
even after I caught him?
Ray Cargill's a lot of things,
but stupid isn't one of them.
Problem is the damage
may already be done.
Meaning what?
Meaning we're probably
gonna have to move him.
New names, new location,
whole new deal,
big pain in the ***.
Look, Tony, I appreciate
how tough your job must be,
but this is not any easier
on Jeff and his family.
I get that.
I mean, after everything Callie
and Jeff have done
to put the mistakes
of Ray's past behind them,
making them go through it
all over again
just feels like
we're punishing the victims.
I mean, you know the kind of
life they used to live with Ray.
You know, I'd probably feel
the same way if I were you.
Unfortunately,
I don't have that luxury.
The minute I start
looking at these guys
as husbands and wives and sons
is the minute I miss something
and bad things happen.
Yeah.
Well, you call me
if Ray's status changes?
You'll be my first call.
- Thanks.
- Mm-hmm.
I took measurements
from the musician's sword
that we found in the well.
The 2-centimeter width
of its blade
is consistent
with the puncture wounds
we found on the victim's body.
The blood on the sword
also matches the victim's.
- Prints?
- Three partials.
I can match two of them
that are in the system.
One is Carl Stewart.
That's General Carl Stewart
to you, my man.
Apparently he owns the sword.
And the other one
is Rick Marsten.
Who claims that he
and all the other reenactors
rent the sword and all
the other equipment from Carl.
And a sword he claims
he also lost.
Which I wouldn't be
too quick to believe.
I went though old Tampa Tech
student registrations
like you suggested.
Not only did Rick and the victim
Ethan live in the same dorm,
they also played
in the same band together.
They called themselves...
- Rebel Yell.
- How did you know?
I guess you could say
I'm a groupie,
or about to become one.
Where are we with the alibis?
Carl, the general,
was at work like he said.
He signed in and out
on his timecard.
The manager at Cake & Steak
where Maddy works
also confirmed that she was
there for her entire shift.
Still waiting to hear back
from the owner of The Dive Inn
where Rick said
he and his band played.
Those bar and lounge guys
keep pretty odd hours.
Call me
when you hear something?
Private Jones,
you're out of uniform.
Please, call me Maddy.
Private Jones is a role I play
on the battlefield.
Well, you couldn't
fool anyone now.
Um, I hope you don't mind
my asking, but how...
how do you hide the fact
that you're...
- A girl?
- Yeah.
Binding... the same way
women who fought
in the real civil war
used to do.
What, like with elastic wraps
or bandages?
Bandages, cheesecloth,
whatever they had at hand.
I use bandages.
Bandages. Huh.
Well, you know,
I'm kind of surprised
to see you out and about
tonight.
You know, what with your husband
freshly dead and all.
Well, that was
a little insulting.
A little?
I didn't want to be alone,
is all.
Oh, I thought maybe you're
a special friend of the band
or the lead singer, anyway.
Oh. Excuse me.
Daniel?
What do you got for me?
So, Rick's band did have a gig,
but the club owner canceled
at the last minute.
He said Rick left the club
around 11:00 P.M.
Leaving him an hour
to kill Ethan.
And he didn't leave quietly.
According to the club owner,
Rick was pissed.
And he said, and I quote,
"I'm tired of Ethan's ***
I'm gonna take care of him
once and for all."
Thank you, Daniel.
Thank you.
Thank you, everyone.
Uh, hey, detective.
What's going on?
Got a request?
Actually, I do...
I was wondering if you knew
"I think you killed
Ethan Russell.
Now come along with me."
It's a great song.
I didn't threaten to kill
Ethan, detective.
The dude you talked to,
he used to play
in a heavy-metal band.
He's totally deaf.
He's got no idea what I said.
And now I know why the general
kept you tied to a wheel.
Why would I kill someone
over one lousy gig?
That would be insane.
Which is why we checked
with the other club owners.
Uh, turns out
for the past year,
every time you played somewhere,
the cops showed up.
They told the owners
they had reports
of people smoking in the
bathrooms, underage drinking.
Well, that's got
nothing to do with me.
Every club serves minors
and has people firing up
in the stalls.
Except the cops only showed up
when you were playing.
Ethan was using the power
of the State Attorney's Office
to harass you, wasn't he?
Well, that's between Ethan
and the club owners. Not me.
Making you more trouble
than you're worth.
Which, by the way, isn't much.
We checked your finances.
In between Ethan
and all your canceled gigs,
you're pretty much broke.
And why would Ethan care that
much about what I was doing?
Maybe he didn't like
your banjo playing.
Or maybe...
and my money's on this one...
He didn't like that you were
sleeping with his wife.
What? That's crazy.
- Did she tell you that.
- No.
The bandages in your tent did.
They're not for ankles sprains.
They're hers.
And there's only one reason
that she would be in your tent
unbinding herself.
Okay, fine.
But she and her old man
were already separated.
And as far as those stupid
local gigs are concerned,
who needs them?
Not me.
I'm about to sign a deal
with Boardwalk Records
and everyone can kiss
my rock-star ***.
- Which I'll be passing on.
- And I'm hardly the only person
Ethan used his position
to harass.
It was like this crusade
he was on.
If there's something about you
that he didn't like,
he'd do everything in his power
to take it away.
Huh.
I looked at Ethan's court cases
from the D.A.'s office.
Seems he was hell-bent on
shutting down your reenactments.
You know, that thing that you
love more than life itself?
Except, I'm guessing,
that thing.
And since we know
how much you live
to be
General Beauregard Finegan,
well, then that must have really
pissed you off.
Yeah, it did.
But not enough to kill for.
He said the reenactments
made a mockery
of the suffering
of real soldiers,
said it was an insult... to
those who served.
Well, considering he was
one of those who served,
he kind of had a point.
You don't need to
see death firsthand
to understand sacrifice,
detective.
The reenactments are how I honor
service to our country.
He just didn't see it that way.
Ethan's opinion
on the reenactment
was petty and personal
but hardly enough reason
to kill for.
But it wasn't just his opinion,
was it?
He took a Pro Bono case representing
a group of vets...
That wanted to see the
reenactments abolished entirely.
A case he was never
going to win.
The court of public opinion
was against him!
The community loves the
reenactments. Everyone does.
Even Ethan's wife was
fighting him on it.
Then again,
those two seemed to fight
about pretty much
everything lately.
Oh?
Oh, you ask me, her lack
of support on this issue
was at the heart
of their divorce.
Huh.
This is Carl.
- I'm taking a 10-40.
- Copy that.
That's a lunch break.
Oh, is that
what that stands for?
Well, have a good 10-40.
Just don't go changing
your 10-20
without checking with me first.
My location?
Not a chance.
I'm on duty till midnight.
Huh, a man who knows his codes.
Colleen?
Yeah, I need your judge buddy
to make a call for me.
Friends and family of
Dr. Theodore Hardy, thank you.
Thank you all for coming to
honor him in his final journey.
Oh, Carl Stewart was right.
Ethan and Maddy
were fighting a lot.
However,
according to my judge buddy,
it wasn't about the reenactment,
it was about money.
How much could they have?
He was a civil servant at
the State Attorney's Office,
she worked at a pancake house.
Try a quarter of a million
dollars.
Wow.
Did someone win the lottery?
Not that I could find
and no record
showing a sale of property
or real estate.
Well, the money had to come
from somewhere.
And with their modest income,
a quarter of a million dollars
is definitely enough
to fight over.
And quite possibly kill for.
♪ How can I wash this stain
from my hands? ♪
Why so sad?
You like someone
who's just learned
the South's lost the war...
again.
Did it ever occur to you
that I might be crying
for my dead husband?
The one I think you killed?
You're wrong, detective.
I didn't kill my husband.
Well, won't you at least tell me
what you're listening to?
I might add it to my
"Catch a Killer" playlist.
I mean, it must be
pretty important
if you're willing to go
all Farby
and risk the wrath
of General Sideburns.
If you must know,
it's one of Rick's songs
that he recorded with his band.
His voice gets to me
and brings me to tears
every time I hear it.
Huh. I'll bet I know what else
brings you to tears.
The thought of sharing
a quarter of a million dollars
with your husband.
What are you talking about?
The quarter mil
in your joint account.
Divorced, you'd only get half.
But widowed,
you get the whole thing.
So, unfortunately,
you may have won the battle,
but you've lost the war.
Kind of a shocker, huh?
Guy saved my professional life
more than once.
It's weird to think
that someone like that
won't be around anymore.
Yeah.
You okay?
I mean, I didn't really
know him that well
or even for that long.
Well, you didn't
need to know him long
to know that he could be
a hard-***.
But a really good guy.
So, why did you
avoid me over there?
Honestly?
I'm embarrassed to see you.
Darius, I...
Callie, you tried to do
something to help me,
and I treated you
like everyone else,
like I was in control
and calling the shots.
And clearly I was wrong.
If I hadn't been such an idiot,
maybe I could have avoided
all this.
And you were right, Callie.
I should have quit.
All the cortisone did
was hide the pain.
I know, right?
Where were you five years ago?
Well, something tells me
you wouldn't have
listened to me then either.
But I don't know.
You're pretty persuasive.
Hardy said you're
one of the good ones,
said you're gonna make
a hell of a doctor.
Yeah, just not to my face.
He liked you plenty.
Trust me.
He didn't like
a whole lot of people.
You take care of yourself,
Callie.
Yeah, you too.
- You're wrong about the money.
- Really?
So you weren't trying to keep
the entire quarter of a million
dollars for yourself?
No, I was.
- Then I'm right about the money.
- No.
You're wrong about
where it came from.
You seem to assume that it was
Ethan's money to begin with.
Well, if it was yours, then
you're one hell of a waitress.
The money came from my brother.
Tommy Lee made me
his beneficiary.
Meaning he died in service?
Killed outside of Fallujah.
That's why
it's so important to me
to honor him
through these reenactments.
Or even more reason
to kill Ethan...
Trying to take the money
that your brother meant for you.
Trying, yes, but failed.
A judge ruled that my brother's
death benefit
was a premarital asset not part
of our community property.
Which
means I get to keep the money
and have no reason
to kill Ethan.
And yet we still matched
the prints
from the *** weapon
to yours.
You already knew that I spent
time in Rick's tent.
Is it really
that hard to believe
I might have touched his saber?
No, too easy.
I had an alibi, okay?
I was at work.
Yeah, that's not really
working out for you.
Uh, you signed out of camp
at 9:54
but you didn't show up to work
until almost 11:00,
so even with
the 20 minute drive,
that still leaves about
30 minutes unaccounted for.
I had to go home and change
and shower before my shift.
Did you shower alone?
Are you serious?
Do I really have to account
for every minute?
Actually, sometimes you do.
Carl can definitely account
for signing in and out of work
at the mall
the night of the ***.
However, as you saw
when you were with him,
when a guard makes his rounds,
he uses an electronic wand
to check in at various points
around the mall.
It allows the system to track
the frequency
and timing of the rounds.
Well, what does the system
tell us about Carl's rounds
the night of Ethan's ***?
He didn't make any,
not a single checkpoint.
Then there's something else
you were right about.
Carl Stewart definitely had
his sights set higher
than security guard
at the Palm Glade Mall.
I guess even the thrill of a
Segway gets old after a while.
Thanks, Daniel.
You changed your 10-20
without checking with me first.
Not very
cop-in-training of you.
Cop-in-training?
You're wrong, sir.
My one desire in life is
and always will be
to honorably discharge
my duties
as a General
of the Confederate Army.
Okay, I think we can say goodbye
to the general for now.
So, you applied to a dozen
different police agencies
and they all rejected you,
didn't they?
They said I was
a convicted felon.
Well, yeah, but only because you
were a convicted felon,
good enough for a mall cop but
not good enough for a real cop.
Any sentence over a year
automatically becomes a felony.
Yours was 14 months.
I took civil war artifacts
from my own land.
I've done it since I was a boy.
Ethan didn't have to push
for the maximum sentence.
But he did, and in doing so,
killed your dream
of becoming a cop,
so you killed him.
I didn't kill him.
I told you. I was at work.
Well, you clocked in, anyway,
and you also clocked out.
Problem is you can't account
for your time in between.
So, unless you can right now...
I-I... I have sleep apnea.
The sleep disorder?
I need a special breathing
machine in order to sleep.
It's only a problem during
reenactment weekends,
but it would be Farby
to keep it in my tent.
So I left work
to sleep at home.
That's so weird,
I actually believe you.
Those buttons, you get them
from your property?
Oh, those are actually
reproductions.
Soaking them in uric acid
gives them an authentic
antiqued patina.
Uric acid?
Urine.
Huh.
Daniel?
What do you got for me?
I finally heard back from the
lawyers at Boardwalk Records.
They definitely have a working
contract with Rick Marsten.
"Working" as in what?
As in they were all set to put
a deal in place with Rick
when they hit on a little snag.
I sent you an e-mail
with the specifics.
Got it.
Thanks, Daniel.
Excuse me. Coming through.
Sorry.
Sorry. Excuse me.
Hey, detective.
What's up?
What's up is that
we checked your deal
with the record company.
You never told me you were
part of a song-writing duo.
I didn't think it mattered.
When the other half of that duo
is my *** victim,
yeah, it definitely matters.
Can I help you?
Oh, um, no.
I, uh, I did a fellowship
with Dr. Hardy,
and I just wanted to
return his keys.
You're Callie Cargill.
Dr. Hardy really liked you.
- So I keep hearing.
- Yeah.
He was kind of funny that way.
But he knew who he liked.
He was rough at times,
but he was sweet.
Deep down.
Way deep down.
But he was the best orthopedic
specialist in the business.
Yeah, I always wondered
why a man with his reputation
would work for a place
like Well-Core.
Oh, Dr. Hardy didn't work
for Well-Core.
He was Well-Core.
As in, all this, he owned it.
You mean the hospital?
Five hospitals,
three surgery centers.
His babies,
he used to call them.
You didn't know?
No.
Well, like I said,
he was funny that way.
Wow. All you've ever wanted to
be is a musician, right?
To write and sell songs.
And then here you are
almost 30...
Ancient in MTV years...
And right before you sign
your first record deal,
what do you do?
You go ***
your writing partner.
I didn't kill Ethan, detective.
You and Ethan didn't just play
in a band together, did you?
You wrote songs together.
Which meant boardwalk,
who for some reason
actually liked your music,
couldn't move ahead
with the deal
because both you and Ethan
owned the copyright.
But now that Ethan's dead,
you own the rights.
I wrote plenty of music
without Ethan
that they were interested in.
Not according to the contract.
It makes me wonder,
what was so special about
the music you two made together?
Or at least what Ethan
brought to this party.
I don't know, man.
I-I-it was just this thing
that came out of him
when he got back from Iraq.
He was going to school
on the G.I. Bill.
I guess he just needed to purge
all this twisted war ***
out of his system so he could
feel something again.
His lyrics are so real,
you know?
They touch people.
You could feel them.
Well, with all
this feeling going on,
why wouldn't Ethan
want to touch thousands of fans
with a chance to feel millions?
What happened?
Law school happened.
He started talking about
a future in politics.
Said the songs belong
to his past
like he was ashamed
of what he wrote.
He said he didn't want anyone
to ever hear them again.
So you killed him,
making sure that Ethan's past
would never again stand
in the way of the future
you believe you deserve.
Okay, well,
we got your fingerprints
on the *** weapon and now we
have a chart-topping motive.
So unfortunately for you,
that's good enough for me.
Well, at least listen
to the songs, man.
It doesn't make any sense.
The man had a gift.
His words brought people
to tears.
Why wouldn't you want people
to hear them?
♪ Nobody wins ♪
♪ in this game we play ♪
♪ I couldn't see ♪
♪ I couldn't breathe ♪
♪ one bullet killed
poor Tommy Lee ♪
♪ poor tom... ♪
♪ one bullet killed
poor Tommy Lee ♪
♪ poor Tommy Lee ♪
Carlos.
What can you tell me
about urine?
This song, it's the one
that makes you cry, right?
Something about the beauty
of Rick's voice
that just gets you every time.
But is it Rick's voice
or the lyrics
that really get you?
♪ One bullet killed
poor Tommy Lee ♪
There. Tommy Lee.
That's your brother, isn't it?
Which is either
a weird coincidence
since Ethan wrote this song
in law school,
well before he met you,
or he knew your brother first,
served with him in Iraq,
which you failed to mention.
Sorry, detective.
The reenactment's
about to start
and I still have to find
my jacket and get ready.
Oh, yeah, about that.
I kind of borrowed it so we can
do some tests on the buttons.
And you know what we found?
Uric acid, Carl's preferred
method of aging the buttons
to that authentic
antique patina.
That's hardly a secret.
Thing is, one of the buttons
didn't have any uric acid.
It was also sewn on
with a different thread.
This is war. People lose buttons
all the time and replace them.
You didn't lose yours in war.
You lost it in an open field
the night that you killed
your husband.
That's ridiculous.
I was divorcing him.
I had no reason to kill him.
Except revenge.
♪ Call me a killer ♪
♪ or call me a liar ♪
♪ but there ain't
nothing friendly ♪
♪ about no friendly fire ♪
Took strong-arming
from my director
to get the truth
about your brother
out of the Department
of Defense.
I can only imagine how
frustrating that must have been
for a mere civilian.
They wouldn't tell me anything.
He was my big brother.
I just wanted to know
what happened.
Was he alone?
Did he... suffer?
But all they would tell me
was that he died in service
to our country.
'Cause he was the victim
of friendly fire
and the shooter was
your husband, Ethan.
After my brother was killed,
I had this burning need to find
people who served with him.
I met Ethan...
and we just clicked.
I didn't know
he once wrote music.
But then I heard Rick sing,
and that's
when I heard that song.
And I finally knew the truth.
Which Ethan couldn't live with.
Said the shooting was just
an accident...
Which it was.
But that if anybody found out
about it, it would ruin him.
That's why he wanted that song
killed, to bury the truth.
Coward.
Tommy Lee died at his hands
and why should Ethan live
and not my brother?
Yeah, it was very shocking
and, um, I didn't even know
about Well-Core.
Well, it's very generous.
I, uh...
I don't even know what to say.
Thank you.
And I look forward
to meeting you, too.
Okay. Bye.
Look forward to meeting who?
That was Dr. Hardy's
attorney.
His attorney?
He left me money.
- What?
- Like, a lot of money.
W-wait.
I don't understand.
I don't understand, either.
I guess he didn't have
a lot of family
and he never had
kids of his own.
Okay. W-why you?
Pbht!
His attorney said that he wanted
me to finish med school.
Oh.
Oh, no, we should celebrate.
I mean, not celebrate.
No, you're right.
We should.
We should celebrate.
He did this for a reason.
- I mean, if you're okay.
- Yeah.
I'm gonna go and, uh, clean up,
and, uh, we'll go to dinner?
Yeah. Yeah, sure.
Hey, uh,
not really the best time.
Uh, what's up?
Sorry, but I thought you should
hear about this right away.
Okay.
It's Ray. He's gone.
What do you mean, he's gone?
We decided we had to
relocate him.
His guy
and a couple of attorneys
went over to explain
the terms of his new contract
and he'd
completely cleared out.
He's gone, detective.
And we have no idea
where he is.
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