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Come on, baby.
Let's go!

Wow...

I'm getting married!
I'm getting married!

I'm getting married!

Ladies and gents,

give it up
for Blues Rock Boogie.

They'll be back in 30 minutes.

21.

There you go.

19.

Ladies,
let's win some money.

All right, all right. Okay,
what are we gonna do it for?

What number? What number?
27.

No, no, no, no.
15, 15.
Hey! What's the deal?

No more bets.

Come on, come on.

27.

Come on.
Here we go. Here we go.
Here we go!

27!

So, this is the famous
Blues Rock Casino.

Pretty big.

Hotel, pool, concert venues,
restaurants.

And, until this morning,
a glass skylight.

You were the first officer
on scene?

Investigating officer.

Oh. Sorry.
The uniform put me off.

FDLE doesn't make you
wear one?

Yeah, 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.

Name's Sally Bird.
She was a casino executive.

Vice President
of Operations.

It says here
she was a tribal elder?

A very important
tribal elder.

She fell from the 12th floor
of the hotel,

overlooking
the casino 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.
FDLE.

Tribal police don't have
the forensic resources you have.

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 panties
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?

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!

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

to kick back, play some golf,
work on my tan,

maybe write the occasional
speeding ticket.

Yeah, well...

That didn't work out.

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Honey
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Thought you'd be
in an ambulance.

Yeah, 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 called time of death
at the casino on tribal land...

Tribal police would be
in charge of the case

instead of him.

Okay, sorry I asked.

You'd be sorry you didn't.
Ask, I mean.

It's a really
interesting case.

Very interesting.

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,
signed confession.

Huh? No.

Uh, you're welcome.

You know,
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 ass.

Yeah.
That's how it starts.

Uh, you just missed him.

Damn.
You know where he went?

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 could
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 want to play bad cop,

got to back it up.

Or else
you won't get very far.

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.

What? You said
I needed to go through you.

Sorry. Tribal police.
We've got to 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.
The 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.

It's 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 sax

ain't being displayed at
no Blues Rock Casino just yet.

We cool?
Yeah, we're cool.

He's FDLE. So make sure
to grab his badge and I.D.

Go ahead.

Someone must have 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.

What, 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?

12th 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.

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.

Well, 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.

The suicide note
is a fake.

Wonder what Sally was watching
when she did her nails.

Um...

Poker, Blackjack,
and craps.

This guy's winning.

Oh,
you mean cheating.

Casinos don't keep surveillance
on honest players.

Yeah, no reason to.
The honest ones are losing.

You know what?
Take those DVDs into evidence.

Give them to Daniel
at the lab.

I am a Detective.
I'm not your assistant.

Well, it's about time
you people show up.

Are you tribal police?

She is. I'm FDLE.
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
for the past --

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.

Well, you're right.
She wasn't.

But operating a casino
is kind of a tricky business,

especially if it's run
by the tribe.

Every tribal member
gets a div--

every tribal member gets
a dividend of almost $7,000,

and Sally was responsible
for that.

That could be a motive
for some.

Well, listen,
Sally was tough, okay?

But she was --
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, all right?

She had to have him banned
from the whole casino.

That must have been
difficult for her.

Oh, it was.

I mean, he was a --
a real thorn in her side.

Probably her one failure.

And lately, things have been
getting even worse between them.

So you said not suicide?

I don't know --
I got to tell you,

I mean, that could've been something
to make her want to 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

from an irregular object,
like a fist.

She was beat up.
Right before she died.

Defensive wounds?
No, but she grabbed onto
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.

Got to 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.

Wow.
Not even a day together.

Already,
she's got your number.

Don't start.

Hey.
Hey.

I was just calling you.
Yeah.

Uh...Mm-hmm.

Want to grab some dinner?
Uh, I can't.

Carlos said I can come
and watch an autopsy.

Over dinner, you want to hang
with a stiff and a dead guy?

Yeah.

We'll talk later.

Hey, Callie. Callie.

Um...Are you --
um, are we...

I don't know,
I just feel like something's...

Yeah. Actually...

Uh-oh.

I don't want to
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 want to be just friends --
just friends --

without waiting for
something else to happen, okay?

Okay.

Uh, but friends can still grab --
no, friends can't.

Or at le-- 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.

The technology you have
for analyzing fingerprints,

body fluids, and DNA
is amazing.

Tribal police
can't compete with that.

Good morning.

Looks like it.
I was waiting for you outside.

Oh, sorry.
Detective Tigertail found me.

Oh, please,
call me "Josie."

I've been grilling
Dr. Sanchez

about all the resources
you have here at FDLE.

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 hold-out.

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?

That's the same kind
of material

they use in wigs
and prosthetic disguises.

This could be our killer.

Techs ran his face through
a facial-recognition program.

He's not in the system.
Doesn't matter. I .

How pathetic.
I don't know.

Getting that close to alligator breath's got
to be brave, at least.

Alligators are only aggressive
in their own territory.

You bring it out here,
you can push it around.

Hey.

FDLE.
Tribal police.

I'd like to ask you a few --
I'd like to ask you some questions.

This is my investigation.
You're on tribal land.

Can we not do this now, please?
What's this about?

We have a search warrant
to search your house, place of premises.

Why?

Billy Bird, you're wanted
for questioning

in the murder of your mother,
Sally Bird.

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 Chikee 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.

Oh,
I was really impressed

with your whole "kissing
the alligator" thing, too.

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 want to
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 co-workers can't verify
you were here.

They can't verify
he wasn't, either.

I don't have enough
to get him on murder.

But I do --
for casino fraud.

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 DNA 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 re-appraise

some of the casino's
memorabilia.

Why? Did she think some of the piece
were inaccurately valued?

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.

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 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 know, you're only
pretending to protect her

because it makes you
look less guilty.

Look, I didn't even have to say anything, okay?
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.

You gonna get that list
of the items that were stolen?

Sure. Right away.

It's a nice car.

Hey, Jeff. Hey.
Oh, hey.

What are you doing here?

I'm waiting for my mom
to take me home.

She's watching
some autopsy.

Two in a row.
They must be good.

Look, cutting up
dead people's gross.

Hey, Longworth.
You are a pain in the ass.

Why didn't you tell me
the evidence report was ready?

I'm sorry.
Is this...Your son?

No, uh, this is
my good friend Jeff.

Jeff, this is
Detective Tigertail.

That's a cool name.
You a Seminole Indian?

100%. Smart kid.

Ah, 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.

Yeah, 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. Ha!

Yeah,
there's no such thing.

Wolves are led by a male
and female couple.

Oh, what,
you read that in school?

No, everybody knows
that wolves travel in packs.

Oh, crud.
I gotta go.

Uh, it's great meeting you,
Detective Tigertail.

Bye, Jeff.
Call me "Josie."

Hey, Josie, can --
not you.

I had to get Daniel to give me
a copy of the evidence report.

I didn't give you the 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,
not the same.

I think Billy did it.

There's been bad blood
between him and Sally for years.

Of course, 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 guest 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?

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 murder?

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.
Band was on break.

I guess you didn't see
who got the leather jacket

and tambourine off the walls,
either, huh?

No. Why?
Are you looking for those, too?

Yeah, it's just part
of the murder investigation.

Hey, you know, there was
something else taken, as well.

Yeah.

Honey.

Stovepipe's guitar.

Stovepipe Richmond?

Famous blues guitar player?
You're a fan?

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.

Could I ask you where you were
during the murder?

On break with the band.
Ask them.

You really think
I'm a suspect?

This is
a murder investigation.

Should've known tribal police
was behind this.

Seminoles always got to
treat everybody else

like they're
second-class citizens,

when you all are nothing
but a bunch of drunk injuns

collecting casino checks
like it's welfare

while everybody else
works for a living.

We close?

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
with the cameras.

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 lock
and stealing the guitar.

It was planned.

Sally's death was a diversion
for stealing Honey.

Jim?

Knock-knock.

Hello?

Hey.

Jim.

Hello?

Hi.
Hey.

Josie, right?

Right. Callie?
Yeah.

I didn't realize

that you guys were busy
working on the case.

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 want to
interrupt that.

Hey. Hey, Callie.

What are you doing here?

Leaving. Josie, it was nice
to see you again.

Yeah, you too.

Yeah, we're just, uh, working on the case.
I can see that.

Yeah, Detective Tigertail
and I were --

please, call me "Josie."

She brought over a list
of memorabilia

that was stolen
from the casino.

Well, you should
get back to that.

Night.

Night.

You did tell her we were just
working 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
and a local pawnshop.

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 $10,000.

Yeah, Honey was only
appraised as $4,300.

That's because
nobody cares

about
Gregory "Stovepipe" Richmond.

Not true.

You see, uh

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 want to
hear that.

Yeah, wasn't about to let
no "blues man" into her tribe.

You keep talking like that,
he's liable to think that you killed her.

Oh, here, here, here.
Here.

Take your pills.

Thank you, little tiny.

Your last name
is "Smalls."

Is that why they call you
"little tiny"?

No.

Well, now,
if what he said is true,

then I am truly sorry

that anyone would lose
their life over a guitar.

Even "ole misery guts"
Sally Bird.

But I understand.

Honey was the sweetest guitar
you ever want to hear.

Why did you sell her?

He didn't.

My father always said

that guitar
was who I was.

Even if I had nothing,

a little bit of Honey
would get me something.

So, how did Honey end up
at the Blues Rock?

They bought her
from my record company.

Record company
took it from me.

Said I owed an advance
of my royalties.

'Fore that, my --
my father won it

in a poker game
from a Pullman Porter

took it from Robert Johnson
himself.

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.

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?

Oh, 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

talking about, uh,
Honey's pedigree.

And you got paid, too.

$500.

Me and the wife gave it
to our youngest for her kids.

But can you imagine that?

$500 just to sign
a piece of paper.

Yes, sir. That does
seem hard to believe.

I want to go to the mall.

I mean, a bunch
of new video games --

I said no talking
until we finish our homework.

Can we have Jim over for dinner?
Jeff!

Yeah, sure,
we can do that.

And his girlfriend?

How do you know
he has a girlfriend?

I met her at the station.

Josie, right?

They work together.

Well, looks like
more than work to me.

You're 13.
What do you know about it?

Okay, mom.

So, can we have them over?

Uh, I don't know, Sweetie.

It'll be fun.

Me, you...

Jim...

Josie.

I'll think about it.

Okay.

I can't get that song
from last night out of my head.

What's that?

Casino's files
regarding the memorabilia.

You want to 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
if 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 did 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.

Oh, did you find something
called a provenance?

Yeah.
Based on the history,

Honey's true worth
is $1.2 million.

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 rear
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-body. It's magnificent.

See? Even the sound-hole label
is hand-drawn.

It's one-of-a-kind.

I'm impressed.
So am I.

The plywood on this
guitar case is so strong.

It's durable.

You make it sound so beautiful.
You must be a fan.

Of catching murderers.

If that means understanding
how a guitar works

or delving into the mind
of a somewhat deranged,

maladjusted FDLE 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.

Is it not obvious to you
that I'm being framed here?

Only thing that's obvious is you had
Honey in the back seat 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.

Not when you're off
by more than $1.1 million.

You couldn't just walk out
of the casino with a guitar.

Even if no one noticed,
the cameras would see you.

Wasn't hard for you
to figure out

when the scissor lift
would block the camera.

But Sally was on to you.
I didn't do anything.

If Honey went missing,
Sally would know it was you.

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 her 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.

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?

Oh, 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 want to 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?

Nylon fibers
from the guitar case

and from under Sally's nails
could have come from that.

Is that wig
Michael's or Angie's?

Michael's.
But she has one, too.

They were in it together.
How do you want to play this?

Straight...Like partners.

Let them play the games.
See which one cracks first.

That a new guitar case,
Angie?

What, that?
No, I've had that.

Still got the UPC sticker
on it.

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 -- thought that was odd.

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
the stolen objects as part of the murder,

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.

Yeah, the rest of the band
said that you and Angie

were together
during the break.

I 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?

No, 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've done this.

Shut up, Angie!
Whoa.
We're gonna sit down.

What did you drag me into?
Two days?

Never would've done what,
Angie?

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.
Why? What was supposed to happen?

A diversion.

He was just supposed to
create a diversion.

What kind of diversion?
Pyrotechnics. A pre-loaded 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.

And now it's too late.

What do you mean,
too late?

He's dying.

Michael took him to the doctor
last week.

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.

Bitch! 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.

Never thought
I'd see her again.

Be honored
if you'd play something.

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 did he mean by that?

Just his way
of letting me know

that I was meant
to be a blues man.

Wanted me to feel good
about myself.

A blues man.

And part
Seminole Indian.

That's right.

But you could never prove
the Seminole Indian part...

Until now.

Found that
under 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 Daryl Bobbie.

It's, uh, an authentic
birth certificate.

That's my grandfather.

He was born Ezariah Panther,
of the Panther clan.

Full-blooded Seminole.
Name's on the tribal roll.

Your father was 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'll 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.

FDLE is holding
a nine-week training academy

for new recruits
in Tallahassee.

You're gonna leave
tribal police?

Only so I can come back
as the 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 FDLE Agent

guarantees me an automatic
interview for the Academy.

Wait. Does this mean you'll
be working for the FDLE?

Is that okay with you?

You can come by later
and pick it up.

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 us over
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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