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Welcome to paradise.

Or in the words of
Ponce de Leon,

La Florida,
the place of flowers.

Now, Ponce first came
to St. Augustine in 1513

in search of a fabled fountain

that rolled back
the ravages of time

for those lucky enough
to bathe in it.

But our famous spring won't
turn you into Selena Gomez.

We can leave that to our spa's
counselors and masseuses.

So, for now,
just relax, recharge,

and let our wonderful staff
and healing waters

bring you back to life.

Oh, that's appealing.

So, I'm thinking change of plans
and we go out for breakfast.

- Oh, the clogged sink.
- I totally forgot.

No, no, no, no.
It's no worries.

You study. I'll plunge.

Thank you, but I think it's
way past the plunging stage.

Mnh-mnh. Watch this.

The Attorney General's
office?

Like that hanging over my head
is helping me focus.

I should've just slept
with the guy.

I really thought
that recording Jason Elkins

trying to extort me for sex
was a good plan.

It was a great plan right up
until your attorney heard it

and realized
that Elkins' defense

would probably
use it against you.

I didn't record him
to extort a better tax deal.

I recorded him to get
his fat ass out of my house.

Cal, listen. This isn't
gonna derail your plans, okay?

I'm guessing
the Attorney General

won't even allow it in court.

No harm, no foul, right?

Which is more than
what I can say for your sink.

Oh, hey, you might want
to hit the tub next

it's backed up with cereal.

Ew.

And all this plunging is just
moving all that "ew" around.

I'd say you're gonna need
your pipes snaked, lady.

And on that note,
I'm out.

- Bye, honey.
- Bye, honey.

Bye, honey.

You know, if
I didn't know any better,

I'd say he was
getting used to the idea.

It could be the stupid look
on his mother's face

every time you're around.

Aw.

Yeah.

Jennifer.

Fountain of youth?
Really?

Spa has
a mineral spring.

Was a tourist trap
50 years ago.

They kept the name
for marketing.

Voted top spa in Florida
three years in a row.

I always wanted
to take Mike.

We love to spa together.

Mike?

My boyfriend?

Oh, right.
The whole long-distance thing.

Yeah, he's
a commercial pilot.

Flies Orlando to London.

Very stressful.

Yeah. That's
a long-distance relationship.

You get used to it.
And it works with the job.

Brandy Phillips, 34,
"retired" supermodel.

She bought the spa
a few years ago.

Her husband, Bruce,
is in Georgia for business.

He's been notified
and is flying home.

Staff members found her when
the spa opened at 11:00 A.M.

Based on the degree
of dermal saturation,

I'd say she's been in the water
about four hours.

She's got a nasty gash
in the side of her skull

and petechial hemorrhages,

causing her to exhibit signs of
asphyxiation and drow.. drowning.

Like maybe
she put up a fight?

And lost. Think the killer
knocked her out

and finished her off
in the fountain?

Well, that would certainly
explain this.

Ladies' diamond gold watch.

And, Brandy being blond,

I'm gonna go ahead and assume

that that's the killer's
brown hair.

I'll get Daniel
to do DNA swabs

on the spa's customers
and staff.

"B and B forever."

Well, unless Brandy

liked to share toilets
with complete strangers,

I would say this is from
her husband, Bruce, with a "B."

Ironic.

I bet she bought this place
hoping to stay forever young.

And ended up forever dead.

What?

The Glades 03x08
Fountain of Youth
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The body was
in the water too long

to establish time of death.

I'll have to get her
on the table to confirm.

They were handing them out.

For guests.

What did the spa guide
have to say?

That Ponce de Leon
wasn't looking for eternal life.

He was impotent, and he thought the
fountain of youth would help him have kids.

So you know
what that means.

That you have
the attention span of a gnat?

That our country was discovered
by a man looking for Viagra.

And that this place is booked
solid all year-round

thanks to their world-famous
fountain cure for aging.

"Human Growth Hormone
deficiency analysis."

High-tech snake oil.

HGH is produced naturally
in the pituitary gland.

It adds muscle mass,
increases our sex drive.

Over time,
the brain produces less.

Quacks are injecting people
full of HGH,

claiming it will
make them young again.

Wow. $5,000
for a hormone work-up?

Another grand a day for meals and
accommodations, $2,000 more for injections.

This place isn't a fountain of
youth... it's a fountain of cash.

Groundskeepers
found Brandy's cell.

She made two calls
early this morning.

One at 6:52 to Tara and
a second call, 7:05, to Bruce.

Who's Tara and why is Brandy
calling her

before her own husband?

Good question. I'll ask.

Tara.

Sorry. My receptionist
is late again, of all days.

So, it says here
that Brandy was discovered

at the age of 17
in an Orlando mall

and then retired at
the age of 30 with $100 million?

She was a very generous and
beautiful person inside and out.

Life rewarded her for that.

There's no pictures
of you here, Dr. Valdez.

Were you a silent partner?

It's Tara.

And I'm the spa's
medical director.

I developed
the fountain cure

at the University of Caracas
in Venezuela.

So, Brandy was the beauty,
you were the brains.

That's got to get old fast.

Jealousy?

Not even close.

Brandy was
like a sister to me.

Okay.

So, do you know why
your sister was here

so early in the morning?

It was her beauty routine.

Every morning,
she bathed in the fountain,

did yoga, got a massage.

Everyone fears aging,

especially a woman
whose power is her beauty.

Especially if her doctor
preys on those fears

to bankroll a spa.

The spa was Brandy's idea.

She didn't care
how old she was.

She cared how old she felt.

HGH helped her
live a Fuller life.

Two cellphones usually means

somebody's
trying to hide something.

Do you know somebody named
Chris? He texted her last night.

"I'm sorry.
Please give me another chance"?

It was a work phone.

Brandy was happily married.
I would have known.

I'll get Daniel
to track the number.

Brandy's father?

Her father?

Try her husband.

Bruce Phillips?
FDLE.

I'm sorry
about your wife.

Thanks.

I'm, uh, still, uh,
a little kind of shaking.

And where'd you fly to?

My auto-leasing business
out of Valdosta.

It's, uh, more like a hobby,
actually. I'm retired.

I just, uh, flew up there
yesterday to check in.

Valdosta?
That's a short flight.

Just over
the Georgia state line.

Any excuse
to fly this baby.

- Salty Pete's?
- Yeah.

Boiled peanuts.

Always get a bag
when I'm up there. Try one.

Yeah, I did sort of miss
breakfast. Thank you.

Do you have any idea why Brandy
would have cheated on you

with a guy named Chris?

Excuse me?

I'm sorry.

We found a second cellphone

in your wife's office.

There were texts
from somebody named Chris.

Do you have any idea
who that is?

No, I don't.

And Brandy
wouldn't be cheating on me.

Yeah, well,
you are twice her age.

And, you know,
the ponytail?

Hey, I can beat men half my age
in the gym,

the boardroom,
or the bedroom, pal.

Courtesy of Dr. Valdez's
controversial HGH treatment.

Tara. Yes, Tara.

Well, I discovered her
and her treatment in Caracas.

I was her first U.S. patient.

And there's nothing
controversial about it.

I mean, her fountain cure?
It works.

And I am
living proof of that.

I mean,
I saw an opportunity.

I brokered a deal that brought
Tara and my wife together

to launch the spa.

Brokered? That's just
a fancy way of saying

"using other people's money,"
right?

You, um...

You recognize this?

I believe that's my wife's watch.
We found it at the crime scene.

It was torn off her wrist
during some kind of struggle.

And there was a length of hair
caught in the watch's bracelet.

Same color as your hair.

Are you saying
I'm a suspect?

I just flew in from Georgia.

We just need a sample

to rule out any other DNA
that we may find.

It'll just take
a minute. Let's go.

Yeah. Sure. Fine.
Anything to catch this animal.

Enjoy those.

Really?

You always eat
the evidence?

No.

Well, not always.

Daniel? Yeah, can you
get me the flight plan

for a G4, tail number,
uh, November-577-Papa-9?

Yeah, oh, and, uh, and I need you
to do something else for me.

I looked into those texts from our
victim's phone like you asked.

The number's from Raleigh,
North Carolina,

but it's registered
to an Edward Holloway,

a marine sergeant
in Germany.

I left word
at his base.

Anything on Brandy's
credit cards?

Nothing unusual,

except for a charge
for home life sciences.

They perform physicals
at your house,

the kind required
for life insurance.

Check the beneficiary
on the policy.

Maybe somebody killed her
for insurance money.

I did. Her policy
was rejected.

Uh, insurance company
couldn't legally say why,

but it does make you wonder

how a 34-year-old supermodel
fails a physical.

Well, maybe she wasn't the world's
most perfect woman after all.

On the outside,
she was the picture of youth.

Inside, not so much...
More like 90.

Enlarged heart and liver,

arthritic joints,
hardened arteries.

She was mega-dosing HGH.

Made her body grow
out of control.

Why would somebody
take that much?

Burn fat,
tone without exercise,

have more energy.

If a little's good,
a lot's better.

Well, HGH has legit uses.

Childhood dwarfism,
deterioration from aids.

But no one's done
any kind of long-term study

on this stuff
in healthy adults.

If Brandy kept taking these levels,
she would have died within a year.

But somebody beat HGH
to the punch.

Pull Dr. Valdez's
prescription totals.

Let's see what her
HGH numbers tell us.

Were you able to establish
the time and cause of death?

Not yet...
With a body this messed up,

I have to transect body tissues
and do multiple testing.

Could take a while.

Sorry. Text alert.

Highway Patrol? Fashion police.
It's a media website.

Sources say
Brandy Phillips' death

was an early-morning accident.

And what sources
are those?

We will miss
Brandy's beauty,

her devotion
to a healthy lifestyle.

Looks like
the good doctor's

already spin-doctoring
the story.

This tragic, senseless accident

took her from us far too early.

Yeah,
but only by a year.

She's not worried about
preserving her partner's memory.

She's worrying about
preserving her treatment,

because she knows
that if word gets out

that her cure
killed Brandy Phillips,

her fountain of youth spa
is dead in the water.

- Thank you so much.
- Thank you.

To whom can I make this out?

Uh, Dr. Carlos Sanchez
with an "S."

Yeah. He's our
chief medical examiner.

He says
your aging cure's a scam.

Obviously not, detective.

Oh, well, not so much
a scam as a...

What was
the other thing he said?

Oh, a health risk...
That within a year,

it would have caused
the death of Brandy Phillips.

Someplace we can chat?

Spa
weekends starting at 10 grand,

and you can't pay anyone
to answer the phone?

Guess not.

Among other things,

Brandy had
an enlarged heart, liver,

and the arthritic joints
of a 90-year-old.

What?

Did you know

that she failed a life-insurance
physical last month?

- She never mentioned that.
- Or she did and you're lying.

I mean, you're an
anesthesiologist,

not an endocrinologist.

So that makes me a liar?

No, what makes you a liar

is saying you're an expert
in a specialty

that you have no training for.

So, 2,000 patients
at $20,000 a year

for HGH injections and tests?

That's about...
Tch, tch, tch, tch, tch,

carry the zero...
$40 million.

Plenty of motive
to kill Brandy Phillips

before the world found out
it was your fountain cure

that was about to do her in.

Ooh. Wow. See that?
Answer the phone. Not hard.

Daniel.

I talked to Holloway,
the marine in Germany?

He bought
a prepaid cellphone

for his stepdaughter,
Christa Johnson,

on her 18th birthday.

Hasn't heard from her
since.

So, Chris
is actually Christa.

That ring a bell, doctor?

She's my receptionist.
Started three weeks ago.

The one that hasn't shown up
for work for two days?

Okay, angry dog,

registered sex offender...

View of I-95.

Yeah, Casa de Christa
has all the amenities.

Her landlord says
she's been here for a month,

already late on rent.

Christa Johnson? FDLE.

The door's open.

Looks like
tinkerbell's in the wind.

Colleen? Yeah,
I'm gonna need that BOLO.

Johnson, Christa.

Uh, 18, brown hair, brown eyes,
I'm thinking about 5'8".

Oh, and run her sheet, too.

It's looks like
she was cozying up to the boss.

She was
cozying up to somebody.

An earring box from Demint's
minus the earrings.

Expensive?

I'd kill for a pair.

How does an 18-year-old

who can't pay her rent
at a trailer park

afford to shop at Demint's?

She doesn't.

But I have an idea who does.

Manager at the Demint's
in Palm Beach

says Bruce is a regular.

Bought diamond earrings
worth 20 grand last month.

Yeah.

I put photos
of the earrings and Christa

out over the wire,
like you told me to.

What put you onto Bruce?

A man who brokers
other people's money

and has
expensive taste in women?

Not too big a leap.

Expensive taste in cars, too.
Check this out.

"Rare rides."
His company in Valdosta.

He imports
the latest sports cars...

Ferraris,
Lamborghinis, Porsches...

Leases them at a premium,
sells them after a year,

and writes off their
depreciation as a tax loss.

So he gets the government to pay
for his toys. Neat trick.

Oh, he has a Wikipedia page?

He was corporate raider
in the '90s. Ruthless.

He took over companies,
gutted them for cash.

Moved on. Did the
same thing with his wives.

It says here Brandy
is his sixth.

Divorced each one of them
around 30

and traded her in
for a younger model.

Did the same thing
with his cars.

And it sounds like Bruce

was taking Christa
for a test drive.

This part of the grieving
process, Bruce?

Working out helps me cope.

No, I mean
your tomato face.

It looks like your head's
about to explode.

Yeah, should we call
Dr. Valdez?

I mean, a man your age
can't be too careful.

It's niacin.

I take it to pump up my
metabolism rate when I lift.

So, did you catch
my wife's killer?

Which wife?

It's just, we noticed
you had a few.

Six, to be exact,

each one traded in for
a newer model when they hit 30.

Yeah, well, Brandy was
the end of the line for me.

What about
Christa Johnson?

You know, the 18-year-old
you just dumped 20 grand on

who's now on the run?

We found
a Demint's box in her trailer.

SKU number matched the earrings
you bought last month.

Well, I bought those as
an anniversary gift for Brandy,

so Christa must have stolen them
from her office.

Well, then why did Christa
text an apology to Brandy

the day before
she was murdered?

I'm thinking she was telling her
about your affair.

And you being
a five-time marital loser,

killing Brandy's a lot cheaper
than paying alimony, huh?

How do you
know it wasn't Christa?

I mean, she's the one
who's in the wind.

And her motive
would be what?

That she just wants
to be with you that bad

that she's
gonna kill for you?

Not seeing it, Arnold.

All right.
I think we're done here.

I think
we're just getting started.

Arnold? Really?

Hey, at least this time
I didn't eat the evidence.

Oh! Oh!

Oh, okay.

If the problem
is the tree roots

cutting into the septic line
and clogging it up,

well, then this snake should be
cutting right through them.

Great. No, actually,
that's not great.

No, I have to testify tomorrow
on a bench hearing

to see if my tape
is admissible.

Uh, your attorney's
introducing it?

Oh, no. He's not.
But Elkins' defense team is.

Elkins knows
that I recorded him,

so he's trying to turn this into
a he said/she said.

And Weiss said
that if the judge believes him,

that they could prosecute me
for extorting an IRS agent.

How did this
turn into such a nightmare?

Okay, look, Cal.

Uh, Elkins is probably
just trying to shake a deal

out of the Attorney General.

No one wants
the trouble and expense

of a trial
that's gonna be deadlocked.

Muddying the waters
is a great way

for the defense to keep it
from going to a trial.

Aah! No!

Beautiful.

Speaking of muddying the waters,
how bad is it?

Well, uh...

You got a beer?

10 grand
for a new septic tank?

Is that really the problem?

I might be wrong.

But I'm not,
unfortunately.

Great.

And even if I had it,

it just feels like I'm chasing
good money after bad.

No, I don't know.

You got great equity
in the house,

the market will bounce back
way before you need to sell.

Unless
I need to sell sooner.

Cal, you're not
going to prison.

Right.

Okay, let's just say

that I avoid
that disastrous possibility.

I still have
another year in Atlanta,

and then my residency,
wherever that ends up being.

Wherever
that ends up being?

Yeah.

I'm trying
to find a match in Florida,

but you saw what happened
to Palm Glade.

I have to go
where the work is.

Oh.

I mean... I mean, yeah.

I-I-I mean, of course.

What do you got for me,
Carlos?

I found no water in
Brandy's lungs or stomach.

She didn't drown. Someone put her in
the fountain to make it look that way.

- Then what's the cause of death?
- Coronary arrest from asphyxiation.

Problem is, there's no
ligature marks on her neck,

so she wasn't strangled.

Right now,
I'm thinking the head wound

caused her
to convulse and aspirate.

Or she was drugged

with sleeping pills
or barbiturates.

I'm running a tox screen.

Oh, thanks, Carlos,

for narrowing it down
to about a dozen possibilities.

Any chance we can get
the hair DNA

- back in our lifetime?
- We took two dozen samples.

I'm working on it.
Who peed in your sandbox?

Mm. Our Christa's no angel,
that's for sure.

She has quite the juvie record
in North Carolina.

Ooh.
Shoplifting, vandalism,

passed 5 grand in forged checks, six
months' detention for fighting.

Robbery and assaults.

Maybe Bruce is right.

We should be looking
much harder at her.

Yeah?

Got it. Thanks.

BOLO got a hit
on the earrings.

Jackson Beach pawn shop.

The owner's buying time for you.

A grand?
That's ridiculous.

The settings alone
are worth a grand.

I'm seeing inclusions.

The cut and the color
are also subpar.

Subpar?
No, you're nuts.

That's 2 1/2 carats
of flawless perfection.

Please, mister.
They're my mom's.

She got into a fight
with her drunk-ass boyfriend

and he called the cops,

and she really needs me
to bail her out.

Uh, yeah. I'm looking for a going-away
present for the little lady.

Should have taken the offer,
Christa.

Trust me,
it's a lot better than ours.

Christa Johnson,
you're under arrest

for the murder
of Brandy Phillips.

And I'll take those.

Yoink.

Brandy fired me, okay?

For coming in late all the time.

So I texted her
for a second chance

to prove
I wasn't who she thought I was.

The girl who was
banging her husband?

Bruce?
That's disgusting.

He's, like,
older than my stepdad's dad.

Easier for you
to make him pony up the bling.

You know, taking candy
from a 60-year-old baby.

He hit on me,
but I told him

I would never sleep
with a married man.

Next thing I know,
he's giving me jewelry.

Aw, he said you stole it.

Then he's a liar.

Yeah, that's what he said
about you.

So, one of you two liars
is telling the truth.

I'm not a thief, okay?

Really?
Oh, 'cause that's funny.

It says here
that you stole $5,000

from a sunglass hut
in Raleigh.

Just right there.

That is you, see?

I was 15.

- I made a mistake.
- Now you're 18.

Next mistake will get you
real time in real prison.

Which is really why
you sent those texts to Brandy,

but she refused
to hear you out.

She was gonna report you
for stealing the earrings,

so you surprised her during
her early-morning routine.

You knew no one else was there,
so you cracked her head open,

left her
in the fountain to drown.

I swear
I didn't kill Brandy, okay?

I was home
in bed that morning.

Can anyone verify that?

No. I mean, I live alone.

Being alone
isn't a crime, okay?

Doesn't make me a killer.

Whatever.
I didn't kill her.

And you can't prove
that I did.

Not yet. But if you did,
trust me... we will.

Wow.
Look at you.

Professional and hot. I like
the direction this is going.

Yeah?

'Cause I left my one decent suit
in Atlanta,

and I really didn't feel like

showing up at
a sexual-harassment hearing

wearing cutoffs
and a tank top.

Is this too sexy?

Not for me.

But I'm not sitting in judgment,
professionally speaking.

Wow.

And that answers that.

You look amazing.

See?

I shouldn't have
barged in like that.

No, no, no.
No. Thank you.

Uh, it's just you confirmed
what I was already feeling,

which means that
I have to go home and change.

I'll see you later?

Yeah, um, uh, good luck.

Tell me how it goes?

Sorry.

No, just... yeah.

What'd you make
of Christa's story?

I think she's a scared,
little girl who raised herself

and is probably
a very good liar.

- So, you think she did it?
- I think she did something.

Just not sure
if it's murder.

Daniel?

Sorry.
I checked with F.A.A.

They have no records
of Bruce's G4 leaving Valdosta

anytime before he says he did.

So, Bruce's alibi
checks out.

Or it's the perfect cover.

Valdosta's
only a 30-minute flight,

and I'm sure

that Bruce is certified
in more than one plane.

Check and see
if maybe he rented one?

On it. Also, I looked
more into his financials.

Apparently,
Bruce Phillips didn't retire.

He was forced out
by junior management.

His takeover company
was taken over?

You can't make that up. He took his buyout
and bought Chinese Internet stocks.

Got wiped out.

So, how does he
swing all the bling?

His life was a business
expense... for Brandy.

The jet, sports cars,
jewelry,

even where he eats lunch
at Blu Sushi every Thursday.

- Using Brandy's corporate credit card.
- Which was canceled the morning she died.

So, Brandy finds out that Bruce
is trying to bang Christa,

cancels his credit card.

Bruce cancels Brandy.

What? No?

How can my company card
be canceled?

It's my company.
Damn it.

You mean your dead wife's
company, Bruce.

The one you've been sponging
off of to support your lifestyle

since you've been
thrown off the board

of your own company.

Yep. Ageless Beauty
Industries.

How does that feel, Arnold?

Whatever.
I'm hardly broke.

Unless you got something
better than that,

I'm late for my massage.

How about we found Christa?

Yeah?

You told me she ran.

We ran faster.

She said that you gave her the
earrings to get her into bed.

But she wouldn't sleep with you
because you're married

and, you know,
older than hell.

Oh, so I killed my wife
to tap this lying piece of ass?

No, you killed your wife
because she found out

you were trying to tap
that piece of ass

and she had had enough.

That's why
she cut off your card.

You'd lose all your toys...

Your jet, your car,
Sushi on Thursdays.

Brandy never cared
how much I spent.

We were better than ever.

Had our health, wealth.

Well, her wealth, at least.

You were broke, she was dying.

Megadoses of HGH
enlarged her internal organs.

She was under
a doctor's care.

A doctor who cared more about
writing her book, evidently,

than Brandy's health.

You brought Tara's cure
to the states.

You made your wife
the face of it.

But when you found out

that the cure
was actually killing her,

you had another investment
going belly up

like all your other
investments.

Then you plan on
cashing in your chips...

Oh, sorry...
Your wife's chips...

Before the world found out.

So, you killed Brandy,

planned on dissolving
the company into cash

just like you've done
with all your other companies.

There's only one little
problem with your theory.

Oh?

There are no chips to cash,
not for me.

When we made the deal,

I insisted that Tara sign
a no-compete clause,

saying she couldn't take
the treatment regimen

to any other spa.

Now, there's a sword
that cuts both ways, huh?

Meaning if Brandy dies,
the deal's off?

You got it, buddy.

All reverts back to Tara.

And now that Brandy's gone,
Tara calls all the shots.

And I guess her first shot
was to cut me off.

So, are we done here?

- For now.
- Good.

You thinking
what I'm thinking?

Absolutely.

Well, maybe not.

Carlos?

I redid the tox screen based on
your new working theory.

They came back clean for
sleeping pills and barbiturates.

And her death wasn't caused
by a head injury, either.

So, what caused
her asphyxiation?

I scoured her body.

I found needle marks
on her hip and buttocks,

which bear the markings

of repeated injections of HGH.

Then I found this.

Not a user-friendly
injection site.

It's either
a weird coincidence or...

someone's
using the head injury

to hide
the injection marks.

Yeah, but an injection of what,
I'm not sure.

But since the tox reports
came back clean,

I'm thinking it has to be
something fast-acting

that quickly vanished
from her body.

Like something
an anesthesiologist would use?

Well, you called
this one right.

Tara Valdez is booked on
the red-eye to Caracas tonight.

Not good.

She's got family there,
and Venezuela doesn't have

an extradition treaty
with the U.S.,

so she gets there,
she's gone.

Then let's make sure
she doesn't get gone.

Te llamo cuando llegue.
Si.

Call who
when you arrive?

Can't this wait?
I start my book tour tomorrow.

In Venezuela.
Yeah, smart move.

You won't be making it.

A search warrant for what?

For this.

Succinylcholine,
also known as sux.

It's a strictly-controlled
anesthetic

used to paralyze the throat
and larynx of patients

for intubations.

Which I am licensed for.

I carry sux for emergencies.

Like killing your partner,
who was dying already

and was going to lower the value
of your booming spa business?

Without supplemental oxygen,
the patient can't breathe.

They'll asphyxiate in minutes and
die awake, just like Brandy died.

Before you dumped her in the fountain
to make it look like an accident.

Which, by the way,
is what really sucks.

As I tell
all of my clients,

this is your chance to own

a piece of the real
Fountain of Youth.

That is a great pitch,

especially the market research
and growth potential.

I mean, who knew
that anti-aging medicine

could become
a $300 billion global market

in the next decade?

Except someone
who wrote a book on it.

That's why
you're doing the book tour,

because you wanted the fountain
cure to be yours, not Brandy's.

Except Brandy has a controlling
interest in the spa,

which means
she owns your research,

so you had to kill Brandy so
you could become a free agent.

- You went to "kerakas"...
- Caracas.

- That's what I said.
- I didn't kill her.

Oh, we checked
the card-swipe log

on the medical-supply room
where you kept the sux.

Yeah, there were
only two people in there

on the day before the murder...
You and Brandy.

And I'm pretty sure Brandy didn't
stab herself in the head with sux.

Oh. There's something else
you didn't do.

Take your own medicine.

What are you talking about?
This. Your hair.

We're testing it
against the hair

that we found
at the crime scene.

But one thing
this has already told us

is the history of all the drugs
you've ever taken.

Or, in your case, not taken.

You don't take HGH.

You never have.
You don't need to,

because you have what money
can't buy... good genes.

- I don't know what you're talking about.
- You're a fraud.

A secret that Brandy
probably found out.

And with a $300 billion
global market at stake,

a secret
definitely worth killing for.

No.

That's not right.

Brandy didn't know.
No one did.

And I wasn't going
to look for investors.

I was going to try
to sell my shares.

To be free from Brandy.

From Bruce.

Brandy and I
had an agreement

to split the company
51% to 49% in her favor.

Bruce would inherit
all of her shares.

He already treated the company
like his own personal checkbook.

You cut off his credit card.

What? To piss him off?

He's insufferable.

I wanted
out of the business

before he ran it
into the ground.

Well, you might be in luck,

'cause if Dr. Sanchez finds sux
in Brandy's system,

you're out of the business
for good.

Nice work.
Doctors are hard nuts to crack.

Piece of cake.

Thanks, Daniel.

Fell for it?
Hook, line, and follicle.

You didn't
screen her hair, did you?

You went fishing.
And reeled in a big one.

Bruce... he lied,
said that Tara ran the spa.

But it's all his now.

Whew!

What the hell
are you doing?

Same as you.
Well, not quite the same.

I'm sweating a suspect.
You're just... sweating.

Profusely, I might add.

Why don't you
get out of here

before I break
every bone in your body?

Hostile takeover.
Yeah. I get it.

It's kind of like
your pattern, huh?

Your wife's business takes off,
you swoop in and take it over.

She does
all the heavy lifting

while you just take the shiny, new
18-year-old out for a test drive.

You know, I've taken about as much
shit from you as I'm going to.

Fast cars, private jets.

If you ain't living,
you're dying, right, Arnold?

But that was
about to change

with your wife's death,
so you killed her...

All right. That's it, asswipe.
On your feet. Let's go, man.

- Attaboy, Bruce. Come on.
- Yeah! Let's go! Come on! Right now!

Threaten a police officer
so I can hit you with a warrant

and find out
you're juicing on steroids,

because, as we all know, that can make
a sane man go into a homicidal rage,

and you are
anything but sane.

Yeah.

Damn it!

Wow.

That had to hurt.

I admit it was a mistake...

Agreeing to meet Miss Cargill
at her home.

And I should have known better
than to accept the wine,

but I'm human.

I guess I didn't realize
what was happening

until she showed me that she had
taped our conversation.

Did she tell you
why she did that?

Miss Cargill
had perjured herself

by signing
fraudulent income-tax returns,

and she wanted me not to
refer them for prosecution.

She also
wanted me to push through

a very light payment schedule
for her back taxes.

Frankly, given the situation
I had foolishly walked into,

I was afraid not to do
exactly what she wanted.

Mm.

All right. Thank you,
Mr. Elkins. That's all.

Miss Cargill.

We've all heard the tape.

Tell us
your recollection of events.

Um, after Mr. Elkins
made his proposition

and assumed I agreed to it,
he tried to kiss me,

which I stopped by
playing him back the recording.

And when he realized that I had
recorded his intentions,

he called me a bitch
and tried to take my phone away.

Then what happened?

I kneed him in the balls and
told him to get out of my house.

But, in fact, you did receive
a favorable deal

and were never brought up
on criminal charges.

Isn't that correct?

Look, I know
what this might look like,

and I can sit up here and play
the victim like he just did,

but I don't have to.

I was raising my son alone
because my husband was in prison

and I was afraid of this man,

afraid that I had done something
wrong by signing these returns,

and he knew it.

But I'm not
afraid of him now.

And, yes, I recorded
his conversation

without his consent,
but I had to.

And if he thinks
that I won't swear in court

in front of a jury and tell
my story

so that no one
ever has to go through

what I went through
that day,

then he is
very much mistaken.

All right,
I think I got what I need.

I'll release
my decision tomorrow.

I warned you
this could happen.

He suing me
over the steam?

I wore a towel.

The spa's legal charter,
like you asked for.

Spells out ownership
and rules of secession.

Confirming Bruce Phillips takes
over the spa if Brandy dies.

Actually,
Brandy's heir gets everything.

Wait, her heir?
She never had children.

DNA's back.
You're not gonna believe this.

I tested the killer's hair
against Brandy

to prove it wasn't hers.

It came back
a mitochondrial match,

which only occurs
between women and confirms...

Brandy had a daughter...
Christa.

Her receptionist.
And maybe her killer.

Hmm.

Sephora, Chanel...
Nice stuff.

I found them in Christa's
work desk, along with this.

Brandy's security card?

I also checked Christa's
search engine on her desktop.

"Basics of Succinylcholine" from
a pharmacy school website.

So, it wasn't Brandy

that opened the medical-storage
room that night.

It was Christa.

We found Brandy's security card
in your desk

and your hair
in the watband

that got lost
during the struggle.

You want to tell us
how those got there?

Okay.

Why don't we tell you
a few things that we know?

Like we know Brandy
was your birth mom, Christa.

Figure she must have been
about 16 when she gave you up,

which I'm guessing is why you've
been angry your whole life.

Your stepdad said
you were a handful,

called the adoption agency
on your 16th birthday,

asked them to contact your birth
mom, who refused to meet you.

Which must have
hurt like hell,

you being rejected
all over again.

So you stole money
from the mall,

you hired
a private investigator,

you tracked Brandy
to the fountain spa,

you moved to Florida,

you got a job answering phones
right outside her office,

just waiting
for your moment.

You knew your story
would hurt her image,

and you wanted payback.

When Brandy wouldn't pay you,

you got your payback
another way.

No, I never wanted her money.

Okay.
What did you want?

To change her mind.

I thought if she got to know me
as a person,

maybe she'd
let me in her life.

And at first,
she was really nice.

She gave me
makeup and clothes

and told me
funny stories and...

So, one day, after work,
I told her who I was..

So she fired you,
and she asked you to leave.

Said I violated her wishes,
told me to never come back.

So I left,
sent her those texts.

I went back the next morning.

She tried to pay me off.

I asked her
why she was being so mean to me.

She went to call security,
and I grabbed her,

but the floor was wet
and she slipped

and she hit her head
on the fountain,

so I panicked and I ran.

I never meant to hurt her.

I just wanted her to know me.

I transected tissue from
Brandy's hidden injection site.

The sux was gone,
but it decomposed

into a metabolite
called succinic acid,

which I also found
in Brandy's brain tissue.

I can say conclusively that
the injection of sux she got

the day she was murdered
was definitely what killed her.

Brandy's security card
to the medical-storage room

was found in Christa's desk.

So that doesn't
eliminate Christa.

No, but I'm guessing
this will.

Daniel, did you find it?

I wouldn't wait too long.

Pre-flight check?
Where you headed?

Valdosta.

Uh, so soon?

I mean,
you were just there.

Or at least your plane was.

You, my pony-tailed friend,
were actually right here.

Yeah, check this out.

Here.

That's your Porsche
crossing over

the georgia/florida
state-line toll booth

at midnight on the day
your wife was murdered

and back through again at 3:00,
same aftnoon.

Plenty of time for you to drive
to St. Augustine,

kill your wife,
and back to Valdosta

- like you never even left.
- That's ridiculous.

You know how many black-on-black
porsches there are in this state?

Oh, oh.
Really? Really? Look.

Black porsches
with your license plate on it?

See that?

Oh, also, we got another one.

Salty Pete's, which,
I know, addictive as hell.

I can't stop... anyway, you said
Salty Pete's was in Valdosta.

It's actually in Olustee,
Florida, just off the I-10.

And Salty Pete himself... whose
real name is Reuben, by the way.

It's kind of weird...

Well, he said
that you were kind of agitated

both times
you pulled up in your Porsche.

Your business trip to Valdosta
was just to establish an alibi.

So you came here, you saw
Brandy and Christa fighting,

you saw Brandy slip,
cracked her head open.

You knew that not only
did you have a solid alibi,

but now you had someone
you could frame it on.

You injected Brandy
with a vial of sux

that you stole from the spa's
medical-storage room.

Using Brandy's security card,

which you knew
Christa kept in her desk.

And you used her computer
to research the dosage of sux

so it wouldn't
get traced back to you.

You two, you can't prove
any of tt.

Oh, actually...
Damn it.

We kind of can.

Your friend Reuben,

he thought you were acting
a little strange,

so he saved this...

The sux that you threw away
in his trash can. Yeah.

Thank you.

She was dying
right in front of my eyes.

She was supposed to
be there for me,

not the other way around.

Okay.

Who's gonna take care of you
now, Arnold?

Oh, wait. I know.

Stark Penitentiary.

And I know it's
not kind of spa living,

but, hey, at least you have
plenty of time to lift weights.

Thanks.

You said "Arnold."

This place
is so beautiful.

Seems a shame to think
what it was used for.

Even bigger shame
to think that it almost ended up

belonging to Bruce...
instead of you.

What are you talking about?

Brandy changed the terms of
her estate three months ago

when the adoption agency
contacted her

to say that you wanted
to meet her.

But...
But I don't get it.

She refused to meet me and...

And she was so nasty to me
when I told her who I was.

Because she knew
she was dying.

My guess is, she didn't want you
to go through

the pain of losing her
a second time...

At least without
something to remember her by.

Come here. Come here.

Hey. How'd it go?

So, judge Pike believed
my version of the story,

and Weiss said
that Elkins' lawyers

were so scared
of my testimony

that they basically leapt
at the state's deal.

So no trial,
and he's doing time.

30 months
and I'm free to go.

Yeah.

I noticed you're taking
much more stuff to Atlanta.

Well, I don't want to have to
buy a second set of clothes

and all the things
for the apartment.

Right.

Yeah.

Sure you can't stay
for one more night?

I mean,
we could celebrate.

I'd love to, but the hospital's
been more than understanding,

and I have
my third-year board exams

coming up
in a couple of weeks,

and I really need
to hunker down.

I know. I know. I know.

It's just, you know,
it's disappointing.

I know.

For me, too.

Right.

You okay?

Yeah. You?

I've got to go.

I want to get to Georgia
before it gets too dark.

I know. I know.
Um...

Wait.

Got a thermos?

Coffee. Yes. Black.
Nice and strong.

Route
punched into the GPS?

It's all
punched in the GPS,

although I think I cou
get there with my eyes closed.

d Needed you so

which I will have to do
if I don't leave, like, now.

Right. Right.

Um, okay.

Have a safe trip.

I will.

Text me on the way?

But not
while you're driving.

d I'll make you so proud of me

d we'll make 'em
turn their heads d

I love you.

I love you.

Okay. Okay.

- I'll text you.
- Just not while...

No, no.
Not while I'm driving.

- Right.
- Of course.

d Say you'll be my darling

d be my baby now

d yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

d be my baby

d be my baby

d be my baby

d say you'll be my darling

d be my baby

d be my baby now

d yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

d be my baby

d be my baby