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Hey. What's up?
What's up, dude?

- All good? How you doing?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- What's up, man?
- What's up?

Whoo!

- Bam!
- Nice.

What do you think
she's got in there?

Cold beer, I hope.

Come on.
Help me look for it.

What the hell is that?

Oh, my God.

Holy shit.

Dude, it's her.

S-she's dead.

What do you mean,
the real reason she's here?

Jennifer's evaluation
wasn't initiated by the FDLE.

Oh, let me guess.

Some other government agency
with way scarier letters.

FBI? CIA? DOJ?

The district attorney's office
has a problem

with your unconventional
investigation techniques.

The D.A.? That's only two
letters. They'll get over it.

Haven't you ever wondered why
you've only testified at a trial

a whopping three times
since you've been here?

D.A. knows
I get fidgety in court.

This is not a joke, Jim.
Mm!

Jim, the D.A.'s office
isn't sure

that your methods
in the field

can stand up to the scrutiny
of a jury.

They're afraid
to put you on the stand.

Okay. What do you
want me to do about it?

Whatever Jennifer
tells you to do.

She's trying to make sure
that your methods are sound.

Oh. My... you know what? I'm just
gonna let her explain it to you.

She's gonna be driving
with you.

Today?

Mm-hmm.
Today. Tomorrow.

Get used to it.

Oh.
He's all yours.

Ah.
All mine, huh?

It's a figure of speech.

Yeah.
I'm familiar with it.

Oh. This...
Not so much.

Do you use this

to beat confessions
out of your suspects?

Right after I forget
to read them their rights.

Hmm.

Oh. No.

Your... your...
Your thumbs interlock.

Oh.
Thumbs, interlock.

And arms have to be
completely...

Knock, knock, knock.
Guess who's back.

Uh, Callie?

- I'm... sorry?
- No, no.

This is, uh... this is, um,
Bureau Chief Jennifer Starke.

Bureau chief?

Callie. Wow.
Nice to finally meet you.

Are you back with us
for good?

No.

I'm just here finishing up
a deposition

about my tax assessor.

Apparently, the defense is able
to completely disrupt my life

by bringing me back here
to ask me even more questions.

Good luck with that.

And you...
I will talk to later, tiger.

- "Tiger"?
- Yeah.

You know...
As in Tiger Woods.

We were...

And, uh, what is she...

The bureau chief
of smokin'-hot brunettes?

Oh. Is she?

Oh.
You didn't notice.

That's why
you didn't mention it.

Because I don't care.

And it's not as if
you're not hanging around

hunky, handsome doctors
all day.

It's just midmornings
to late afternoons,

but who's keeping track?

Oh. Right.

Oh. Sorry, Callie.
Jim, we have a body.

Since I'm riding with you now,
I'll just meet you at the car.

Did I mention Jennifer's
gonna be riding with me?

So...

Victim is Connie Simpson.

Neighbor says
she just bought the house,

moved in
about a year ago.

Lives alone.

She was nice, quiet,
kept to herself.

The neighborhood prankster
who tried to break in for booze

said that she was supposed to be
out of town, on vacation.

More like "stay-cation."

Except for the fact
that she was moved here

after she was killed.

Yeah.

There's no blood on the patio,
no sign of struggle.

Any idea what the cause of death
could be?

She has brush burns
on her hands.

And these parallel lines
on her face

look like the pattern
of a tire tread to me.

- She was run over.
- Intentionally.

And judging by the grease
from the undercarriage

and the various tire marks
all over her clothes,

I'd say
it was multiple times.

So our murder weapon
is a car.

Probably,
but I can't say for sure

until I get her
on the table.

Or you can stop talking about it
and come check this out.

Ah.

Well, this car's been
in an accident.

Yeah, a recent accident.
Look at the headlight.

It's still got blood in it.

Whh means...

I think we just found
the murder weapon.

The Glades 03x07
Public Enemy
Original Air Date July 15, 2012

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Our victim lived here?
No wonder she kept to herself.

She couldn't find
a way out of here.

What is all this?

A lot of dead trees.

Uh, and a lot of documents,
legal files.

Maybe she was involved
in a lawsuit that got real ugly.

The plaintiff's name
is "Sham Al Amadingdong."

Uh, let me see.

- I think you mean "sham-Al-ama-ding-dong."
- Mm?

- Swear. That's what it says.
- Sham-Al-ama-ding-dong?

- Yep.
- That's somebody's real name?

Yeah, a real crazy person. I'll
get Daniel to find out who it is.

I'm on it.

Daniel?
You in here?

We found Connie's purse wedged underneath
the passenger seat of her car.

And her work I.D.

Connie worked as a clerk
in the county recorder's office.

Well, these files
could be from her work.

Speaking of taking work home
with you,

Daniel, gonna need you
to take all these boxes

down to the substation
and start going through them.

- All of them?
- Could tell us why Connie was killed.

Connie's supervisor is at
a conference in Tallahassee.

But Director Manus
sent you an e-mail.

She contacted
human resources.

Connie left the office
at 4:44 P.M. yesterday.

That's when her
parking-garage pass was swiped.

Oh, look,
her luggage is still here.

She didn't make it home
to start her vacation.

Well, the e-mail that Manus sent
me... a letter of complaint.

- Against Connie?
- From Connie.

Against a co-worker.

Someone named Willow Danson.

Look, I'm sorry
she's dead, okay?

Can we do this
in like 10 minutes?

I'm on my cigarette break.

You're not even smoking.

Happy?

I'm not lighting.
Smoking stinks up your clothing.

Smokers get a break,
then I should, too.

And that must be
the famous attitude

that Connie mentioned in her
two-page, single-spaced diatribe

to human resources
about your work ethic.

Or lack thereof.

Hey.
I do my job.

I get paid to work
from 9:00 to 5:00.

Just because I don't come in
early and stay late every day...

And where were you
last night?

- McHale's bar.
- Huh.

- They know me. You can ask.
- I will.

Tell me... did Connie
make other people as angry

as she seems
to have made you?

Every day.
We're government employees.

Pissing people off
comes with the job.

You, uh, you ever heard
of this person?

Shamalamadingdong?

I don't know who that is,

but someone must have been
pranking Connie.

She had, like,
zero sense of humor.

And what about
her personal life?

Did she have a boyfriend?

No.

But she did mention once

that she was married
to some guy from Alabama.

Can you remember the name?

I wasn't really listening.

She tried to make him
sound like some dangous guy,

but, to me, he sounded
just as boring as she was.

Speaking of which, I only have
five minutes left on my break.

Oh, well, then we
better let you enjoy it.

Because when you do
get back to work,

we're gonna need copies
of all the documents

that Connie handled
at the county recorder's office.

Oh, my God. Do you know
how many cases that is?

Yeah.

Oh, but I do have something
to help you through it.

A warrant.

I am a government employee.

Pissing people off
is part of my job, too.

Daniel, you busy?

I just started going through the
documents from Connie's house.

Good. I need to confirm a, uh,
alibi for Willow Danson.

Just confirm
with the bartenders at McHale's

that she was there
last night.

Thanks.

Hey.

I was just thinking
about you.

I love being in the same state.

Did I leave a cellphone
at your house?

Uh, what are you calling me on?
A different one.

You bought a new phone? Well, no.
I mean yes, a while ago.

I just need to find
my old phone

because there's something
on it

that I think will help the
state's Attorney General's case

and me get back
to studying.

Oh. Well, uh, no, I haven't seen
any of your old phones.

Are you still coming over
later?

- Try and stop me.
- Good.

You can help me
find it then.

The blood that you found
on the car bumper

and all the blood
that I found on the back seat

matches Connie's DNA.

So not only was Connie's car
the smoking gun,

but the killer used her car to
move the body back to the house.

Everything tracks. Except for
the substance in her wound.

You'd expect concrete or asphalt
in a vehicular fatality.

- Well, what is it?
- I don't know.

I have to analyze it
first.

I got to figure out
what it is

to try to track it
back to a location.

Oh, good.

'Cause finding out
where Connie was killed

would help us figure out
who killed Connie.

This should get us closer.

What's this...
The killer's fingerprint?

It's a thumbprint.

I found it on the lever
to adjust the driver's seat.

"Connie's only 5'6" tall.

The driver's seat was moved
to accommodate longer legs.

I tried to pull Connie's records
from before she bought the house

and started working
at the county recorder's office.

She doesn't exist.

No credit cards,
no phones...

Dropped off the radar
for about five years.

Well Connie's co-worker
Willow says

she might have been married
to a guy in Alabama.

Maybe his name appears on the
utilities and bank statements.

No, there's no record

of Connie having ever
been married either.

Oh, and the other unusual thing
that I found.

There's a lien on Connie's house
by a "Way N.E. Bey."

Hmm. Sounds like
an address or a company.

Yeah, well, the only thing
I know for certain

is that Daniel found a video of
someone named Shamalamadingdong.

Uh, that's Mr. Dingdong
to you.

Now, that is what we call

adverse possession
without color of title.

Anybody who wants to legally
take up residence can do so.

Provided you remain mindful
of the following.

That's Shamalamadingdong.

That's the "maniac" responsible
for all these crazy documents.

And he calls himself

an "individual empowerment
financial guru."

He teaches seminars
almost every night of the week.

In fact, he has one tonight
at 8:00,

but according to his website,
it's sold out already.

I'm sure they can make room
for one more.

Well, two more.
You and Jennifer.

- Right.
- Right.

- I know that.
- Mm-hmm.

Well, uh, I have to
do something first,

so tell her
I'll pick her up.

That is what every piece of
paper from the government is.

So, you recorded your
conversation with Elkins?

Uh, yeah.

He was trying to extort sex
from me

so I wouldn't go to jail
for perjury.

I had to do something
to fight back.

Ohh!

"Ohh"?

It's Jeff, the first time
you let him swim in your pool.

Ohh!
Wow. He's gotten so big.

Yeah.

I guess he's not the only one
who's done some growing, huh?

Yeah.

- Okay, this isn't helping.
- I know.

No, I mean
we can't actually find it

if we're not really
looking for it.

Oh. What a shame.

Mmm.

And by "we," I mean me,
because you have to go.

I'm sorry.

Jennifer.

Lot of cars here.
You didn't bring backup?

What for?
Billy Bob over here?

You folks have
your seminar tickets?

Well, here's mine... FDLE.
And you are?

Not under your authority.

And I believe
that this property

doesn't fall under
y'all's jurisdiction either.

Uh, "y'all's jurisdiction"
is Florida.

Hey, I'm just a free man
traveling this land.

Congratulations. Now, you got an I.D.
To go along with that homily?

Oh. Nice photo.
But it's not a real license.

It's issued
by "Newmerica Nation."

Wait. Is this your name?
Way N.E. Bey?

You're the one who put a lien
on Connie Simpson's house.

How do you know Connie?
And where were you last night?

I reserve
all my common-law rights.

I'm a person in which

all independent,
supreme authority is vested.

I'm not a subject.

What?

We should come back
with a warrant.

No. These guys will be gone.
We might not find them again.

Hey. I'm prepared
to defend my rights.

Oh.
Now he's threatening us?

No. He's exercising
his right to free speech.

I want him on suspicion of murder
for killing Connie Simpson.

You don't have
probable cause.

And he doesn't have the right
to obstruct my investigation.

I'm bringing him in.
I said no.

I'm sorry
we disturbed you, sir.

Thank you, miss.

We have no business dealing
with these people. Let's go.

I don't know
if you got the memo,

but, uh, messing with murderers
is kind of my job.

Detective Longworth,
step away now.

- Back up. Now.
- What...

What are you doing?

Possibly saving your life.

You're not angry.
You're scared.

Let's just get the hell out
of here

while we still can,
all right?

Shamalamadingdong?
Way N.E. Bey?

These people
are sovereign citizens.

They're part of a radical
anti-government movement.

They believe
the law doesn't apply to them

because they're above
the law.

Sovereigns think that
if they change their names

on their birth certificate
or their social security card...

Or their driver's license.

Or any
government-issued I.D.,

then the government doesn't have
jurisdiction over them.

So that's why Way N.E. Bey

issued his own license
from Newmerica?

They think writing
in red ink

nullifies part of the contracts
that they don't agree with.

Except none of that is true.

You guys, this is so ridiculous,
it's almost funny.

Well, until it's not.

One day,
Terry Nichols renounced

his state-issued
hunting license.

Three years later,
he's helping Timothy McVeigh

blow up the federal building
in Oklahoma.

Sovereigns have been
known to target and kill

law enforcement
and government officials.

And all the legal documents
at her house...

Classic paper terrorism.

It's a harassment technique they
use to intimidate their enemies

by overwhelming them with bogus,
nonsense lawsuits.

Right. Like the lien
Way N.E. Put on Connie's house.

Even though these lawsuits and the
lien have no merits.

Doesn't matter. The legal system
legitimizes them

just by accepting
the paperwork.

And once the paperwork
is accepted as the truth,

it could take months,
even years

to prove
that the paperwork is false.

So the question is,
why was Connie the enemy?

I mean, what did she do
to provoke such a reaction,

both from Shamalamadingdong
and from Way N.E. Bey?

Connie worked
for the government.

Must have something to do
with her cases at work.

True. Daniel, you get anything
from Connie's work files?

What work files? Willow
didn't send you any files?

No, she didn't.

And I'm still checking out
her alibi at McHale's.

Willow didn't send you
anything at all

from the county recorder's
office?

See? That's why some people
hate government officials.

Sorry. Sorry. Uh, official
police stuff.

I told you... I'm super busy
now that Connie's dead.

I have to do everything.

Oh.
You have our sympathy.

Now pull together
those damn files,

or I'll arrest you for
refusing to execute a warrant.

Sounds about right
to me.

Fine. I will.

But first I have to help
this line of people.

No. First you have to tell me
if you recognize this guy.

Yeah.
He's been in here.

He wanted to record
a name change,

something totally ridonkulous.

Was it Way N.E. Bey?

That's it.

Connie wouldn't record it

because she said
it wasn't a real name.

Oh, that's motive
for a sovereign.

And I know this is pushing it
because you're, like, super busy

but can you get me
Way N.E.'S real name?

Cute handbag.
What is that... Marc Jacobs?

What do you know?
A cop who knows her handbags.

Wayne Baldinger.

I actually have his file
right here.

If that was my name,
I'd want to change it, too.

You think maybe you could
write down his address?

How about I just give her
the file?

Yeah. Daniel.

Willow Danson is about to send
over Connie's work files.

And I need you to find out
where a Wayne Baldinger works.

Uh-oh.
Trouble in paradise?

What?

Everything okay
with Callie?

Oh, no.
Yeah. No.

She's giving her deposition
today.

No, it's...
Daniel just texted me.

Shamalamadingdong just took down
all his websites.

He knows you're on to him.

Yeah, now I have
no way of finding him.

But at least now we know

the type of people
we're dealing with.

Yeah. Dangerous.

And even though
now it's broad daylight

and there's just one
of them,

you need to deal with it better
than you did last time.

Oh.
Oh, okay.

Well, maybe "good cop, bad cop"
is tried and true.

Maybe "good cop, sovereign cop"
will be more effective.

Hmm.

Hey, Wayne Baldinger?

Or should we call you

"Way, capital 'N, ' capital 'E, '
period, Bey?"

You guys can't harass me
at my work.

Oh, no, we're not here
to harass you.

We just want to ask you
a few questions.

Like why'd you kill
Connie Simpson?

I didn't kill her.

Well, you put a lien
on her house. Why?

She wouldn't let me change
my name, all right?

I'm a sovereign, not a subject. The
government doesn't own me, okay?

Well, they do if you have a birth
certificate and a social security number.

Then you're kind of like a slave. Exactly.
That's why I want to change my name.

Which would nullify all those contracts.
Yeah, I get that.

What? Makes sense.
And it's totally legal, right?

A lot better
than a lot of things

the government
tries to do to us.

Okay.
Here we go.

Okay,
so what you're saying is,

you went after Connie to defend
your constitutional rights.

You seem like
a sensible guy.

Well, sensible and law enforcement
doesn't always have to be at odds.

You'd be surprised how
many cops are on our side.

Really? I'd like to meet them.

Well, you should come
to one of our seminars, then,

and meet a few
of your enlightened brethren.

One of the best financial gurus
who's part of our movement

is speaking tonight.

Name is Shamalamadingdong.

Uh, can you
write his address down?

I'm sure
I could learn a thing or two.

Okay.

The first time
you met Mr. Elkins,

you invited him over to your
house in the middle of the day,

even though
Mr. Elkins had requested

that you meet
at his office.

My son was 12 then, and
I couldn't find a babysitter.

And is that your recollection
as well, Mr. Elkins?

Yes. That's how
I remember things happening.

The next time
you saw Mr. Elkins,

didn't you seek him out
at a restaurant

where he was
having dinner?

No. I didn't.

He texted me to meet him there,

and I thought
that was highly inappropriate.

So it's inappropriate

for my client to meet you
in a public place,

but appropriate for you to lure
him into your private house.

Objection.
You're obfuscating the truth

by rehashing questions that have
already been asked and answered.

I'm just trying to establish

what this witness deems
appropriate behavior.

She seems to have a rather
erratic moral compass.

Enough. You want to badger my witness,
I'll end this deposition right now.

Fine.
I'll skip to my last question.

Ms. Cargill,
the night you allege

that Mr. Elkins
asked you to have sex with him,

did you do any preparation
for that possibility?

Excuse me?

Would you ask your witness
to answer the question?

Yes.
I served him a beverage.

Wine, I believe.
I was trying to be polite.

Is it polite to secretly record
a private conversation?

Uh, I... I'm sorry, but we would
like to break for the day.

But we will reschedule the completion
of Ms. Cargill's deposition.

Thank you all.

Ms. Cargill, I'm sorry

that you misinterpreted
my intentions to help you.

So I gather there's a recording
of this conversation.

Yeah.
On an old cellphone.

I wish I'd known about it,
because now I need to hear it.

Bring it to my office
as soon as you can.

I will.

Yeah.

Nice try, but the only
usable fingerprints

on this pen and notebook
that you gave Wayne was yours.

But Daniel did find
a fingerprint, uh, in red ink

on a legal document
at Connie's house.

One of the documents
signed by Shamalamadingdong?

I'm having it analyzed

to see if it matches the
fingerprint from Connie's car.

Speaking of analyzing...

That substance you found
in Connie's wounds?

- Mm-hmm.
- Your message said it was cultch.

Also known as Turkey grit,
washed shell, crushed shell.

Something with that many names
doesn't sound good.

That means it's... everywhere in Florida
...Every roadway, driveway, freeway.

As in no way to find out
where Connie was run over.

Not true. Because there is another
chemical in the cultch.

Oh?

- That part I haven't figured out yet.
- Aw.

I know we need to figure out
where she was killed

to find out
who killed her.

- I know.
- Yeah. Duh.

- Daniel.
- Hmm?

Nice work on getting that,
uh, fingerprint.

Thanks. Oh, and I followed up
on Willow's night out.

Got her financials.

- Was she at McHale's?
- Bartender confirmed it.

Credit cards say
she ran a tab.

Excellent. How are you doing
with these boxes?

Oh, I still haven't gotten
through everything.

Hey.
Legal jargon can be tough.

It's not legal jargon. It's
indecipherable gobbledygook.

But we are getting close
to finding out

who Shamalamadingdong is.

The social security
administration

is e-mailing his file.

He changed his name to that
legally?

And I think I found another name
on the documents.

- Besides Shamalamadingdong?
- Mm.

Oh, wait.

Uh, is it
"shoo-wop debada-bada

yippity-boom-deboom?"

Ooh, I hear
that guy's dangerous,

but not as bad as wop
baba-Lou-bop da-wop-bam-boom.

No, it's someone calling
themselves "Crackalacka."

Seriously.

Oh. Okay.

Uh, well, find out everything
you can on Crackalacka.

So far,
there's only one file

that I can make
heads or tails of.

It's an alimony settlement

for a common-law couple
out of Alabama.

Then moved to Florida
and then got divorced.

But there's no connection
to our victim Connie.

What about this
Crackalacka?

No, not that I know of.

According to this e-mail,

at least we know who
Shamalamadingdong really is.

- Steve Lamming.
- Okay.

Now that we have
a name,

get everything
that you can find out

about, uh, Steve Lamming
and e-mail it to me.

Gonna need it
for tonight's seminar.

$200 each? Cash?

Can't you just take
her credit card?

I'm not giving these people
my credit card number.

Or my real name.

$400.
Shamalama's raking it in.

And he's not
paying taxes.

Yeah, well, the sovereigns
have the right idea about that.

And so today,
I'm going to be talking to you

about the "f" word...
Foreclosure...

And all the dirty
little secrets

that the United Shakedown
of America

does not want you to know.

First of all, you have to start

by not accepting
any kind of government contract

because that is what every piece
of paper from the government is.

It is a contract
designed to keep you enslaved.

And I can help you renounce
that enslavement for just $400.

I'll be selling a kit
that tells you how to do it.

Now, before we get into that...

Is that the stuff
from Daniel?

And Carlos. Fingerprints,
phone, and financials.

So, everything you wanted
to know about Steve Lamming,

but were afraid to ask.

No. Not me.

Excuse me!
Mr. Dingdong? Hi.

Uh, I was just wondering...
If you're so anti-government,

then why are you currently
receiving $2,000 a month

in disability
for a, uh, work-related injury

when you worked at the Federal
Government as an Air Marshal?

Just seems hypocritical
to me.

Uh, my apologies to you all.

I'm afraid we have been
infiltrated by, uh, an impostor.

Oh, an impostor, Steve.

Yeah. That is your real name,
right? Steve Lamming?

I'm not gonna stand up here
for this.

No, then by all means,
come down

and tell everyone where you were
two nights ago

when Connie Simpson was murdered.

I think now might be a good time
to take our first break.

Or maybe how your fingerprints
got into the car

that rolled over and killed
Connie Simpson.

Uh, security, can I...
Can we please get security?

Oh, no, no. Don't bother.
I brought my own.

Steve Lamming,
you're under arrest

for the murder
of Connie Simpson.

What?

I'll see you soon.

Got that off your car.
It's a fake.

Also proves that you're not just
some financial-seminars guru.

You're a sovereign.
Is that why you killed Connie?

That line of questioning
assumes facts not in evidence.

What about
all these documents

with your name on them
at her house?

And who is Crackalacka?
I plead the fifth.

I refuse to be a witness
against myself.

Oh, so now that it suits you,
you're not above the law.

- I have the right to remain silent.
- If you remain silent,

how are you gonna protect your rights?

We have his prints
in the car.

Just charge him, process him,
get him out of here.

We know what these people
are capable of.

- I just don't want to antagonize him.
- I think he's hiding something.

- Something bigger than murder?
- Well, I don't know about murder,

but here's something
he was definitely hiding.

That's a lawsuit

launched by Shamalamadingdong
and Crackalacka

to have their own sovereign
nation federally recognized.

Uh, Newmerican Nation.

That's the name
on his license plate.

Mm, it gets better.

That five-year
period of time

where I couldn't find
any records of Connie...

Well, it turns out that she left
Florida, moved to Alabama,

changed
her social security number

and her name
to Crackalacka.

- Connie was a sovereign.
- Mm-hmm.

And after living with our
suspect in there for five years,

Crackalacka wanted out,
so she came back to Florida

and went back to being
plain old Connie.

Well, then why did Connie bring
hundreds of boxes

of sovereign documents
with her?

She knew something bad
could happen to her.

Maybe she wanted proof of just
how crazy Shamalamadingdong is.

Or... she was using
his own tactics against him.

Hmm.

You never told me you
were married, Steve.

I wasn't.

Well, common-law marriage
to a woman named...

Crackalacka.

Better known as Connie Simpson,
my victim.

We know this because she kept
every bogus legal document

that you two
ever filed together.

You see,
Florida recognizes

out-of-state
common-law marriages.

That's got nothing to do
with me.

I think Connie
was getting ready to sue you

for all that government
disability and...

and your seminar cha-ching
that you've been earning,

so you killed her.

- I didn't kill her.
- We can put you in the car.

Because I've been
in that car.

I used to drive it
when we were living together.

So, who were you with
three nights ago

when Connie was killed?

Is this silence pleading
the fifth or pleading guilty?

I was alone, getting ready for
a seminar, not killing Connie.

If I wanted her to go away,
I'd have just paid her off.

That's not very sovereign
of you.

Look, I'm not in this
to hurt people.

I'm this to make money,
all right?

There are plenty of other
sovereigns out there

who are way more violent
than me.

Pull up
Connie's work files.

I want to see what other
sovereigns she was dealing with.

Then we can check and see
if any are violent.

Hey.
You can't be back there.

What are you doing
on that computer?

Your job.

You mentioned that Connie did
seminars after work.

She ever mention the sovereign
citizens movement?

Found something.

Looks like a powerpoint
presentation... catchy title.

Huh. I just answered
my own question.

Sovereign citizens.
"Public enemy"?

I've never
seen that before.

Are all of, uh, Connie's cases
on this computer?

Connie's, mine... we keep
everything for the last 12 months.

Great. I'll take it. Wait. You
can't just take a computer.

Oh.
You have another warrant.

Well, I don't know.

I'm... I'm gonna have to
get someone from I.T.

To pack it up for you.

Oh, no. It's okay.

I brought my own I.T.

Daniel.

I didn't know
keeping the recording

was gonna be
such a big issue,

but now that the existence
of the recording

is part of my deposition,

Weiss says that I have to
produce it for evidence.

- What are you gonna do if we can't find it?
- Don't say that. I'm going to find it.

- I have to find it.
- Of course.

It is so weird,
the stuff you accumulate.

Besides an apartment I had
with Ray before Jeff was born,

I've been in here
for 17 years.

Wow.

I know.

No. I mean wow.

- You were quite the little heartbreaker.
- Stop it.

I would have totally
asked her to the prom

if I was in high school.

Well, she totally
would have said yes.

I found it.

Of course.

The recording
of the criminal activity

is in with the baby pics
and the family photos.

Ah.

Yeah. Colleen.

Wait.
They... they did what?

I don't have
all the details yet, but...

There's a problem
with his autopsies...

In particular, Connie Simpson.

All I know is that
complaints have been filed,

phone calls have been made.

So Carlos is off
the case?

Off this case
and every case.

Jim, Carlos has been suspended.

At least
I didn't get fired.

I got suspended.
Temporarily.

Pending investigation

by the state
medical examiner's board.

Manus said there were
77 complaints against you.

- Unsubstantiated complaints.
- Yeah, but 77?

Did you come here
to make me feel better or worse?

Well, I don't know.
You tell me.

Sounds serious.
You're not worried.

I'm not worried?

It's just my career
and livelihood at stake.

Not to mention
your reputation.

Okay. Let's go with
trying to make me feel better.

You know, it takes
a special kind of crazy

to put this much time and energy
into screwing somebody over.

Yeah.

Serves me right,
using my real name and title

to request evidence
and investigate this case.

Well, only one thing
to do now.

Mm-hmm.

Enjoy the paid vacation.

Yeah.

What's this?

Nothing.
I'm suspended.

But I heard a rumor
you can read.

Diazinon? Pyrellin?

Malathion, sevin.

And don't worry.
It's not more sovereign names.

This is about that chemical
you found in Connie's wounds.

Chemicals. It's a combination
of insecticides.

But specifically for what
purpose, I don't know yet.

It's a good thing
I'm incompetent enough

to have been suspended
to have the time to find out.

I can't believe he's suspended.

Daniel, we get it.
Everyone's upset about Carlos.

I don't know
what these complaints are,

but whatever they are,

I'm sure Dr. Sanchez
didn't do anything wrong.

I agree, but Carlos
can't be reinstated

until the Medical Examiner's
Board

completes their investigation
and finds no fault.

No surprise.

All the names on the complaints
are sovereign names.

Classic paper terrorism.

So it's true, then.
They're targeting the FDLE.

And we just have to stand here
with a bull's-eye on our backs.

No. No way. We are not gonna
take this lying down.

But we are going to do this
all by the book.

They think they're above
the law, but we are the law.

So we're gonna solve this case,
take down the murderer,

and clear Carlos' name.

That way, they know that they
can't mess with the FDLE.

Well, I'm glad
to hear you say that,

because they filed complaints
against you, too.

What? You're on paid leave
until further notice.

That's bullshit.

I know. But I'm gonna need
your badge and your gun, too.

- Are you kidding me?
- No.

This is anarchy versus order,
Colleen.

And just like you said,

we beat them
by doing everything by the book.

Fine. I still have my cell
if you need to call me.

I'll get you those case files
I've been working on.

Daniel.

Looks like you're
the last man standing.

Yeah.
I must be losing my touch.

Well, pissing people off
is like second nature to me.

Or, even though
you brought in

their financial guru
for questioning,

word got out that you really are
sympathetic to their cause.

Maybe.
Can I see that list?

Sure. But only one of our
suspects signed a complaint.

- Shamalamadingdong?
- No. Wayne. You want to bring him in?

Uh, not yet.

Not until I check
all the names off this list

against the cases
that Connie was working on.

Have Daniel
bring Connie's computer

around to my house first.

I have to make
a few calls.

Mom, really?
You're only here for a few days.

Do we really have to do
spring cleaning?

I mean,
it's not even spring.

It's for a good cause.

I still can't believe
all this fit.

Well, I just pulled down
the third row of seats,

and voila...
All this extra storage space.

You gonna bring any more stuff
back to Atlanta?

Maybe.

You know, the one thing I'd
really like to bring is you.

Jim.

No. You.
Maybe Jim, too.

So, you like it there?

Hotlanta?

It's not home,
but it's nice.

I'm glad you like it.

Hopefully I pass
my third-year boards

and finish
my intern rotations.

So, you know,
we should definitely plan on

you coming to stay with me
when school lets out.

- Sounds cool.
- Yeah. It could be.

Not what I pictured
when I asked you guys over

to come over
and help work the case.

What?
We were just waiting for you.

Daniel came by
and set everything up.

We've already been through
most of it.

Mmm.

Connie was
very thorough.

You know,
not only did she keep a record

of all the documents
that she accepted,

but she kept a record of all the
ones that she rejected as well.

Meaning all the documents didn't
get put into the county records.

That's right. It's no surprise
that all the rejected documents

are from sovereigns.

Like Wayne's name change.

Yeah, and turns out
that that wasn't

the only document from Wayne
that Connie rejected.

Yeah.

Wayne had actually
laid claim

on a number of foreclosure
properties more than once.

Three, four, five times.

Connie really didn't want
this document recorded.

Question is,
did she stake her life on it?

This better be good.

I'm still trying to get through
all those complaints

against Colleen
and Carlos.

This is a really nice
property.

What, that foreclosure seminar
got you thinking about buying?

No, not me.
Wayne.

And he did more
than think about it.

He tried to prove
his ownership of this property

by filing bogus paperwork
with the county recorder.

- With Connie?
- And she rejected it.

Right. 'Cause Connie knew that Wayne
was a sovereign.

Carlos.
You didn't hear this from me,

but those pesticides in her
wounds are used in crop dusting.

He sees us, right?

- Are you still there?
- Yeah.

Did you hear me?

Yeah. You know what?
Uh, I'm gonna call you back.

Go! Go!

I guess now we know
where Connie was murdered.

Hey.
Get off my property!

You guys are trespassing!

Yeah, Connie was trespassing,
too, huh?

She was run over
right here.

According to the DNA test,
that's Connie's blood.

Yeah.
Well, you know what?

It doesn't make a difference
to me, man.

This is my sovereign land.
I make the laws here, okay?

Newmerican Nation, right?

That's what Shamalamadingdong
promised to start.

Along with Connie's help.

Well, it never happened.

It was just another way to get
disgruntled morons like you

to keep shelling out money
for his seminars.

It's gonna happen.

You'll see.
Newmerica Nation's on the rise.

No. It's not, Wayne.

That's what Connie
was afraid of.

That's why she rejected
your paperwork.

Well... I got the land.
That's all that matters.

No.
You don't, Wayne.

Filing bogus paperwork
and squatting on it

doesn't mean
that you actually own the land.

That's why
when Connie found out,

she came out here to see if
you'd made any improvements.

Because she knew
that making improvements

was the best way to establish
ownership on squatted land.

I'm sure she would have done
everything in her power

to stand in your way.

And that's why
she was killed.

I didn't kill her.

No.

But whoever
filed her paperwork did.

Thank you, Daniel.

That's all the confirmation
I needed.

Hey.

So, I checked your, uh,
credit card and bank statements.

At first,
I thought you were

just another
lazy government bureaucrat,

didn't want to do
any work.

But now I know you just didn't
want to get caught.

I'm taking a break.

Taking bribes from sovereigns
is more like it.

Every case that Connie rejected,
you accepted.

For a price, of course.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

Well, it's all there
on the computer.

It's also
on your bank statements.

On the same day
that you took a case,

you would deposit $500,
sometimes $600 in cash

into your account.

Having money
isn't against the law.

But murdering your co-worker is.
Mm.

See, I think
Connie figured out

that you were filing
the sovereigns' bogus paperwork

in exchange for cash.

And she probably saw that...
Wayne's file in your drawer...

You know, the one that
you just happened to have handy.

I bet that
really pissed her off...

You accepting a case
that she just rejected.

That's why
she broke the rules.

That's why she left work early,
at 4:44.

She was gonna go and check on
the foreclosed property,

and you followed her.

According to
your parking pass,

you left at 4:46,
two minutes later.

Yeah. I told you...
I was at the bar.

Yeah, but only
to set up your alibi.

You opened up the tab
at 4:53,

and then you closed it
at 1:23 in the morning.

In the meantime, you ran over
Connie, you dumped the body,

then you came back
to get your car

and you had a couple of drinks
to calm the nerves.

Not true.
I was at McHale's all night.

Yet you only spent
20 bucks.

Every other night,
your bar runs at about $70.

Other people
were buying me drinks.

Not according to
the bartenders.

After I checked
your credit card statements,

I went back
and talked to the bartenders.

They remember you leaving...
Nothing in between.

Yeah, it gets crazy
in there.

It's a rowdy
after-work bar.

I was drinking all night.

Hmm.
Your bag says otherwise.

We found this on Wayne's
foreclosed property.

You knew that if Connie worked
out that you were helping Wayne,

then she'd figure out
that you were helping

all of the sovereign
cases

and she'd expose you
for taking bribes.

You could do some hard time
in federal prison.

Yeah, well, if she would have
just stopped working

and gone on vacation
like a normal person,

none of this
would have happened.

Sorry, Willow.

Break time's over.

Still can't believe
Willow killed Connie.

I thought it was one of
those sovereigns for sure.

No, that's what Willow
wanted us to think

by filing
all those bogus complaints

against Carlos and Manus.

Wait. How did you know
that Willow did those?

All of the names
on the complaints...

They were from
Connie's rejected files.

That's why Shamalamadingdong
didn't appear

as one of the complainants.

And he never interacted
with Connie

at the county recorder's
office,

so Willow didn't know
who he was.

Her only mistake was not filing
a complaint against you.

Ah, she assumed
I'd think it was a sovereign,

and she needed someone
on the job to solve the murder.

Too bad for Willow
that someone was me.

What do you want...
A medal for doing your job?

Yeah.
Well, you know... little one.

We should celebrate.

I hear
that Carlos and Colleen

are having a killer pool party.
I don't know. It sounds fun.

Oh. It's a full-blown
party now.

Yeah.
We should get over there.

Do you have the time?

I have to be at the state's
Attorney General's office.

Callie has something to show
the state's Attorney General

that should put her problem
behind her.

Oh. Right. Of course. But,
uh, you know, you go.

- I will catch up with you guys later.
- Oh, that's fine.

You'll have more time
when Callie leaves town.

We can celebrate then.

So I'm thinking

why don't we have some fun
together?

We can meet here sometimes,
meet at my place,

get a suite on the state's dime
from time to time.

That way, no one has to know
about your legal problem.

So you mean sex?

Yeah.
I mean sex.

And if we have sex,

then you won't turn my case
over to the prosecution?

Cross my heart and hope to die.

Okay.

Got it.

Great.

No.
I mean I got it.

That's it?

Um...

Yeah. That's...
I mean, that's enough.

Don't you think?
It's pretty incriminating.

What?
What happened?

I'm sorry.

I wasn't able to make
this meeting.

We understand.
It's no problem.

And since I wasn't able
to make this meeting,

my office will reschedule

so I can listen
to that recording another time.

Okay. Sounds great.
Thank you, counselor.

Okay.
I'm confused.

- Uh, Cal, that recording doesn't help you.
- What are you talking about?

Well, it sounds like
you entrapped Elkins.

And judging by the way
Weiss ran out of here,

I'm thinking he thinks
a jury's gonna think the same.

Okay, but I didn't.
That's not what happened.

I know, but...

Wait.
Could I lose my imnity?

You promised me
if I gave a deposition

that I wouldn't be penalized
for any of my delinquent taxes.

No, no, no.
It's not a tax problem.

The Attorney General
can't go back on that.

Okay.

But there might be new charges
for misconduct.

Criminal charges.

You'd be remanded
back to Florida.

- So I could be arrested.
- Don't worry, Cal.

We are gonna fight this,
and we are not gonna lose.

It doesn't even matter
because in the meantime,

I'd lose my job, I'd lose
my spot at the medical school

and everything that I've been
working towards in Atlanta.

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