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Here, baby. Hold that.

Okay.
You sure this is okay?

I mean, there's not, like,
an alarm or something?

No. This house has been
on the market for weeks.

That relator gave me
the key to the lockbox

'cause I said I wanted to see

what the neighborhood
looked like at night.

Get over here.

Mm.

Go turn on the light.

What?

I want to look at you.

Somebody might see us.

Look out there.

There's nothing
but lawn and lake.

Are you sure
that there's nobody here?

There's nobody here.

Holy...

Mm.

Hello?

Okay. All right.
Just... slow down.

Um, on a scale of 1 to 10,
how bad is the pain?

Is it Jeff?

All right,
just stay very still.

No sudden movements,
and I'm on my way.

You're on your way?

Darius is in severe pain.

Okay, well,
he should call his team doctor

or, better yet,
an emergency room.

And have half the hospital
blogging about it?

He's not gonna do that.

But he can call you
at 4:00 in the morning

and you're out of bed?

It's 4:30 in the morning,
and he's in a lot of pain.

I could hear it in his voice.

I hope it's not an infection

from the cortisone shot
I gave him.

Well, I doubt you jumping
every time Darius Locke calls

is going to do
either one of you any good.

Or you mean you?
Because I'm fine with it.

I have a patient in need, Jim,

and I'm gonna
be a doctor some day,

so you're gonna have to
get used to

interruptions
in the middle of the night.

God knows I have.

What's that supposed to...

mean?

Hey, Colleen.

The young couple
that found the body

were interviewed and cleared.

They were, uh, planning on

taking the bedroom
for a test drive.

I'm not sure if they'll ever
have sex again.

Well, bloody crime scenes
do tend to dampen the mood,

and not the kind of staging
that moves inventory.

Victim's name is Mitch Buckner.

Found his wallet
and his cellphone in his pocket.

41-year-old financial planner
from Coral Springs.

Liver temp puts time of death

at approximately 9:00
last night.

Time of death courtesy to

a smack upside
the back of the head?

Most likely with
the iron base of this lamp,

but I'll need to get him
on the table to confirm.

It also looks like someone
wiped it clean of any prints.

He also has a bruise on his jaw,
right below his eye,

but from
the advanced discoloration,

I'd say it's at least two days.

I just
spoke to the listing agent.

She said the house has been
in the market for two months

and confirmed our victim
had been to see the house

- on several occasions.
- How several?

Four times that she knows of.

She gave him a code
to the lockbox weeks ago.

Pretty customary for
serious buyers who want to see

what the neighborhood
looks like at night.

You know, loud music,
barking dogs.

Dead neighbors?
Was Mitch a serious buyer?

The relator was thinking he might
be ready to make an offer.

But nothing yet?

No, and she's had
plenty of traffic.

She was hoping to get competing
offers over the next few weeks.

I asked her to send over
the sign-in sheets

from the open houses to see
if they provide any insight.

Five bedrooms, four bath,
lakefront.

New kitchen, appliances.
Ooh, very priced to sell.

Looks like Mitch decided
that the only way

he was gonna lose this house
was over his dead body.

The Glades 04x08
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A joint infection?
That doesn't sound so bad.

Yeah, except if left untreated,

it could lead to
permanent loss of function.

Well
you treated it right away.

Thank God.

I mean, it must have been
from the cortisone injection

I gave him
a couple of weeks ago.

I'm just glad
he called when he did.

Yeah, it could have waited
till morning.

Yeah, it was morning.

No,
I mean morning-morning.

Not middle-of-the-night
morning.

Really, Jim?
I know you're tired.

I'm tired, too, but I don't
bitch every time Carlos calls

in the middle of the night
saying he's got

some dead roller-skating mermaid
or whatever.

We can talk about this later.

Yeah. Let's do that.

And now I really have to go,
so, um, love you. Bye.

Oh.

- What?
- Nothing.

I just thought you might
be hungry, that's all.

You always do make
a great breakfast.

And I know
what that look was for.

And, yes, couples fight.
Doesn't mean anything.

But sometimes it does, dad.

Jimmy, your mother and I
are just fine.

Does mom know
you guys are fine?

Look. You know the key
to any fight is to let go.

But what are you gonna do?

Are you gonna hate
the woman that you love

for the rest of your life?

No, eventually both of you
are gonna let go

and you're gonna
move on anyway, so...

Okay, a disagreement
on a phone call

is hardly the same
as you guys fighting,

because you broke your promise

to retire
at the end of the year.

We're not fighting.

We just have
different timelines in mind.

Son, I put 30 years

into my business contacts
down in Brazil,

and now
they've landed the Olympics.

I mean, they are literally

printing money
to make over the city

and your mother
knows me well enough

to know that I can't just
walk away from all that.

All right, look.

I'm gonna answer some e-mails,
jump in the shower.

Maybe you can bust out
a little bit early,

we can get a few holes in?

No golf for the weary, dad.
I got a murder to solve.

Excuses, excuses.

Nice!

I keep threatening to turn
our den into a home office.

- Home office, Carlos?
- Mm-hmm.

What, are you gonna
be doing autopsies

on Marisol's kitchen island?

Are you kidding?

Half my work is answering
e-mails and filing reports.

People don't realize
the amount of paperwork

that lands on the desk
of a chief medical examiner.

Which obviously
you wouldn't hate

landing on a desk like this.

Our victim was
organized. I'll give him that.

You know, if the altercation
that gave him the bruising

happened here in this house
and not at a crime scene,

I'm not seeing
any evidence of it.

Well, no, not sitting there

drooling over
his sweet home office.

As in that...
As in evidence

that an altercation did happen
in this office.

Are you... you treating me
like that

just because
your dad's in town?

Well, not just 'cause
my dad's in town,

but he does seem to bring out
the not-so-best in me.

And maybe our victim
brought out

the not-so-best
in someone else,

as in someone being thrown
into this bookcase.

That looks like blood.

Yeah, that is blood.

Might explain the older bruises
on our victim's jaw.

So, maybe round one
happened here in the office

and round two
at the crime scene.

Oh, these must be client files.

Was our victim
a financial planner?

According to Manus.

He must have been doing
all right if he could afford

this place and a second
home on a lake.

Yeah.

Detective, I have just gotten
Mitch's phone records.

His last call was
to someone named Cindy Pavlin,

and she's also his
most frequently called number.

She owns a jet-ski rental place
on Lake Okeechobee.

Great. Send me the address.
And in the mean time,

want to go through
all our victim's client files?

Maybe someone filed a complaint
directly to his head.

Then Lucy will take you down
and get you started.

Hi, there.

Can I show you a jet ski
or maybe a boat?

Oh, that does sound great,

but... ugh... unfortunately,
I'm here on business.

Mitch Buckner
was murdered last night.

Oh, my God. I know.

I just heard.
What happened?

He was bludgeoned to death by
a lamp to the back of the head.

The rest we're sorting out,

starting with people he knew,
like you,

the last and most frequent
caller on his phone.

At least he spoke to someone
who cared about him

before he died.

Uh,
someone who cared about him?

So,
you've known him for awhile?

How long we knew each other
is not as important

as how deeply
we cared about each other.

Which is a lot, I take it,
by all that.

We were engaged to be married
about three years ago.

But didn't go through with it?

He broke it off.

Oh, well, that had to suck.

Any particular reason?

All the usual ones, I guess.

We just wanted
different things.

Which takes me back
to those late-night chats.

Why were you chatting with someone
who broke off your engagement?

Mitch was looking to buy a house
around here.

Reached out
and asked for my help.

I think it was just
his way of reconnecting.

Or maybe your way of
paying him back for dumping you.

Forgiveness is the key

to making deeper connections
in life, detective.

Otherwise your resentments
destroy you from within.

I don't believe in
holding grudges.

But maybe you know
someone who did?

Well, Mitch was
a financial planner,

and the economy hasn't exactly

been answering
people's prayers lately.

Maybe one of his clients
took it out on him.

Possibly,
although the broken heart

is a much better motive,
so I'll be in touch.

Oh, and in the meantime,
don't jet-ski out of town.

I can confirm cause of death
as blunt force trauma

and the lamp
as the murder weapon.

The lamp's base
had trace blood and hair

that matches the victim.

The scene techs dusted the rest
of the house for prints,

but the house has been
on the market for two months,

so any prints we get
are somewhat useless.

Anything somewhat useful
from the sweet home office?

The blood that we found on
the bookcase at Mitch's house...

It's not Mitch's.

So, maybe the killer
left us a little gift,

assuming, of course,
that the fight at Mitch's house

featured the same contenders
as the fight at the crime scene.

Detective.

I'm still going through
Mitch Buckner's financials,

but something popped out at me
that you should know.

Mitch had filed
a wrongful-death lawsuit

in regards to his mother's
recent death during surgery.

Wow. Guy had a rough year.
Did it ever go beyond filing?

As in to trial or settlement?

Nothing of public record
because of privacy laws.

I've asked Manus
for a subpoena.

I did get the sign-in sheets
from the relator.

Mitch had been to see the house
twice in the last two weeks

and both times signed in

at the same time as someone
named George Stavros.

Maybe he was his broker.

The relator didn't think so,

said Mitch was a walk-in
and didn't have a broker.

I got his driver's license
from the DMV.

He lives in Belle Glade.

Excellent.

I'm looking for George Stavros.

No, I'm Ian,
and I'm running late for work.

Okay.

Well, is he here?
I need to talk to him.

He's indisposed at the moment.
What's this about?

Uh... oh.
The murder of Mitch Buckner.

So, let's get him
out-disposed, huh?

Thank you.

Nice place.

You and George roommates?

There are three of us.

George.

Kind of a bad time
right now, Ian.

Sweetie, you and I
have the whole day tomorrow

to be together.

Yeah, it's not about that.

There's a detective here
who wants to talk to George.

Can he give us a minute?

No. He can't.

Sorry.
We were just, uh.

Is this about Mitch?

Among other things.

Practicing polyamorist?
As in...

As in George, Ian, and I

are in a closed
polyamorous relationship.

A threesome.
Not a threesome.

But the three of you
are in a relationship.

But not a sexual relationship.

I mean,
I have sex with Cindy...

- So I heard.
- But not with Ian.

- And I have sex with Ian and George.
- But not at the same time.

We each have
our own days together.

And all love each other,
and are in

a committed,
sexual relationship.

Okay, you had me till that one.

It's called a vee, detective.
I'm the pivot, which means

I have a sexual relationship
with both Ian and George,

but their relationship
to each other is platonic.

We call them metamours.

- "Meta"...?
- The "closed" part means that

we don't have sex
outside the vee.

And a triad would be...

Oh, no.
I get the picture.

"Um, so, would this
have anything to do with

why Mitch broke off
the engagement,"

he said rhetorically.

As in something you failed
to mention to me earlier.

By that I mean a lie.

I didn't lie.
It's just... complicated.

And my engagement to Mitch was
before I even met George or Ian.

In fact, I met George through Mitch.
I was a client.

And Ian and Mitch
have been members

of the same golf and tennis club
for years.

It's okay, detective.

A lot of people find the poly
lifestyle a little confusing.

No, no,
that's not why I'm confused.

I'm confused
why you're confused

why I think that one of you
killed Mitch Buckner.

That's ridiculous.

Why would we kill someone

we were discussing
bringing into our union?

Oh, you were thinking
of adding a fourth?

Which would make you what,
a "W"?

Make fun all you want,
detective.

But the fact is,
I never stopped loving Mitch

and was thrilled
when he came around.

He said that if George and Ian
were a package deal...

- So to speak...
- Then Mitch was open to it.

So, as a family, George, Ian,
and I were discussing it.

Which included discussing
new living arrangements.

Okay.

So where were you two
last night?

I was here
having dinner with Cindy.

And I was here
having dinner with George.

Well, that's all very
convenient. Where was Ian?

Ian was in surgery.

Oh, was he thinking about
getting one of you two removed?

No. Ian is a surgeon.

George Stavros is a Professor
with a PhD in psychology.

He's also a published author,

who literally wrote the book
on polyamory.

"Fifty shades of
just shoot me"?

It's a technical guide
to polyfidelitous relationships.

Did you know that a candaulist
enjoys watching their spouse

have sexual relations
with another person?

It's called compersion.

And when that person's part of
an established relationship,

the two partners
who do not have sex...

- Are called metamours.
- Right.

Oh, and director Manus got
that subpoena, so I looked into

the wrongful-death lawsuit
of our victim's mother.

You'll never guess
who the defendant was.

Okay, you know
when you say it like that

I'm going to know the answer.

Of course,
seeing as you asked me

to look into their third
roommate, Dr. Ian Conners.

He's the cardiothoracic surgeon
who performed the surgery.

Better known as the man who
killed Mitch Buckner's mother.

Mm-hmm.

It was
an aortic dissection,

which is
a very complicated surgery.

It's terrible
to lose any patient,

but the mortality and morbidity
conference found no negligence.

Well, obviously that wasn't
good enough for Mitch.

And who came blame him,
you know?

Doctors policing other doctors.

Like police
and Internal Affairs?

Good point.

Look... all surgeries
carry risk, detective.

Eleanor Buckner knew that.

She could barely
get out of bed.

This surgery was her one shot
at a better life.

And now she has no life.

She was 82,
and I did the best I could.

You try to help people
and this is the thanks you get.

No good deed goes unpunished.

Maybe you punished Mitch

by giving him a lamp
to the back of the head.

Please.

If I killed every person
who ever filed

a malpractice lawsuit
against me, I'd be Ted Bundy.

Yeah,
but this wasn't every person.

This was a candidate
to turn your vee into a "W."

Oh, I admit discussions about
bringing someone into our family

who had once
filed a lawsuit against me

made things a little awkward.

Oh, you discussed
your discussions.

I mean, who wouldn't be sad
at the loss of a family member?

Mitch was grieving,
and my heart went out to him.

In a relationship like ours,

if something's important
to one of us,

it's important to all of us.

Did you, uh...

Oh.

So, you were okay with a guy
who was threatening your career

joining your consonant?

Let's just say
I was letting it play out.

So, where were you letting it
play out last night?

I was performing

a transmyocardial
revascularization.

And unfortunately for you,

only eight critical-care staff,
my patient,

and her very grateful family
can attest to that.

I save people, detective.
I don't kill them.

Well,
tell that to Mitch's mother.

Thank you.

That's Christ the redeemer,

probably
their most famous statue,

on Corcovado Mountain.

It has the most amazing views
of the entire city up there.

It's gorgeous.

Who's that?
That's my friend, Avelina.

She's beautiful.

She works
for city planning in Rio.

She's made our life
so much easier

doing business down there.

I mean, 20 years,
it's pretty hard

to not get involved
in each other's lives, right?

That's her daughter, Vitoria.

Looks exactly like her mother.

Sorry I'm late.

Oh, there he is. Hey.
You ready for a beer?

Oh, I'm not quite
off the clock yet.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Your dad was just showing me
some pictures from Rio.

You should
take a look at them...

Ah, he's seen them all before.

Any illusion of my high-flying
international lifestyle

went out the window years ago.

His mother keeps me plenty grounded.

Oh. Which is where my low-flying
job usually keeps me.

Colleen?

I've gone through
all of Mitch's financials.

The guy was on the verge
of being totally tapped out.

He lost
a not-so-small fortune

on one big foreign investment.

Took most of his clients
down with him.

Including any of our suspects?

Neither Cindy nor Ian invested,

but his house-shopping
buddy George

gave Mitch everything
that wasn't nailed down.

Wow... I guess
being an expert in polyamory

doesn't translate
into playing the stock market.

Also, a thorough analysis
of the blood

that we found in Mitch's den

revealed the trait
for thalassemia.

Thala-what?

It's a rare blood disorder,

um, similar to
sickle cell anemia.

It's mostly found in people
of mediterranean descent.

And guess whose
medical records revealed

traits for thalassemia?

Your favorite Greek metamour
and mine, George Stavros.

For those of you
who are new to our community,

this handfasting
takes the place

of traditional
marriage ceremonies.

Since the law does not
recognize our commitments,

we take this
sacred responsibility

into our own hands.

And, so, gathered friends,
do you, Larry, and you, Emilio,

and you, Curtis,

and you, Catherine,
and you, Jillian,

and you, Aurora,
and you, Justin,

promise to love, honor,
and respect each other,

today and for
all of your tomorrows,

for as long as
your love shall last?

I do.

Please join hands.

You should join your hands
together, too, George.

So I can put these on them.

You're wrong detective.

I didn't get mad
when Mitch lost my investment,

- and I certainly didn't kill him.
- Really?

He lost your entire nest egg
and that didn't piss you off?

Not enough to kill him.

But enough to leave blood
in his sweet home office.

From that swing
you took to his jaw,

left a nasty bruise on his face,
and this on you.

Yeah.

Yeah, okay.
I-I lost my temper.

He told me
my investment took a hit,

but I didn't know
the entire thing was gone

until I got my statement
on Tuesday.

So you punched him on Tuesday,
killed him on Wednesday.

I blew a fuse, but that is all.

Look, I have anger issues,
which I am dealing with.

Embracing the poly lifestyle

has really helped me
understand my feelings.

Now, when I calmed down,

Mitch reminded me
that investing is speculative.

And when he told me that
he lost his investment, too,

I couldn't really blame him.

We had good dialogue
and left as friends.

But losing
a six-figure nest egg

is still a great motive
for murder.

I'm hardly destitute.
And I make a good salary.

And, actually,
there was about to be

more than enough to go around.

Meaning what?

Meaning Cindy's aunt
just passed away

and left her
a couple million dollars.

That's why
we were house shopping.

We need a bigger place.

And what's Cindy's
belongs to the three of you.

But then Mitch comes along,
wants his piece of the pie,

so to speak.

And you didn't want the family
getting any bigger.

Well, as a matter of fact,
detective,

that was the whole point.

Cindy wants a baby.

Desperately.

It's the one part of her life
that's missing.

And...
I can't give her one.

Because of your thalassemia.

I just can't risk
bringing a child into this world

to suffer like my sister.

And Dr. Ian isn't interested
in changing baby diapers.

He says he doesn't want children
because in his line of work

he sees too much pain
and suffering.

Well, God knows
he's caused enough of it.

But that does leave
one metamour

still in
the "baby makes... five" mix.

I went back through Mitch's
computer like you asked me to.

I found a file
called "C. P."

Cindy Pavlin,
his ex-fiancée.

When I opened it,
I found this calendar.

It has different little symbols
on certain days.

A heart there on the 14th,
a half-moon on the 29th.

But I'm not sure
what they mean.

Hello?

Ovulation?
The best time to conceive.

As in,
you were right about Cindy

breaking the rule
of their "closed marriage"

if she and Mitch
are tracking her cycle.

George said she was desperate
to have a baby.

There's also this letter
in Mitch's files

addressed to Cindy.
It was sent three months ago.

Right about the time when Mitch
reappeared in Cindy's life.

It's from the attorney

who represented
Cindy's Aunt Marilyn.

The letter was sent
to Mitch's house

because that was their
last known address for Cindy.

That's when Cindy and Mitch were
engaged and living together.

Apparently,
Mitch knew about her inheritance

before she did.

And at her request, e-mailed her
a PDF of the letter.

So she's doing Mitch
behind George and Ian's back,

and then finds out
that metamour-to-be Mitch

knew about her millions
all along?

That had to piss her off.

Fine.

Mitch and I had already begun
to express our love physically.

You sleeping with Mitch before
Bert and Ernie signed off...

That's a clear violation
of your meta-rules.

Do you honestly think
I would kill the man

I was trying to
conceive a baby with?

Honestly, it's not unheard of.

Especially after you heard from
your Aunt Marilyn's lawyer.

Who'd been trying to
track you down for months,

which Mitch knew
but failed to mention to you.

That seems pretty suspicious
enough to murder someone to me.

Look. I am not getting
any younger.

And I am not naive enough
to think

I'm gonna get pregnant
on the first try.

Not at my age, anyway.

So, we started trying.

Practice makes perfect.

My biological clock
is ticking up a storm,

and Mitch was giving me
the ultimate gift.

Yes, I was a little surprised
that he knew about the money,

but once he joined the family

it would be his
as much as ours, anyway.

Why kill him
to prevent something

that I wanted to happen?

But Ian and George
still had a vote.

So, it was
far from a sure thing.

George and Ian
want me to be happy,

and a baby is the only thing

that is missing for me
right now.

But George won't risk it,

and Ian doesn't feel like
he'd make a good parent.

His job is very last minute
and way too demanding.

Last minute?

We were all gonna
get together tonight,

have dinner
and discuss our loss,

but he got called in

for another mortality
and morbidity conference.

He lost someone else
on his table?

Maybe this guy
really is Ted Bundy.

Okay, so this mortality
and morbidity conference...

You know where that's at?

I really couldn't say.

He has surgical privileges
all over Palm Glade County.

Hmm.

Ian Conners?

Yeah. C-o-n-n...

E-r-s, thanks.

Darius signed the consent form?

- I thought he refused?
- He did refuse.

Until he realized
he could trust me

because I went over there
the other night.

Touché.

And I know
after my dad showed you

those pictures last night,
why you say you're concerned

about all the time
he spends down in Brazil.

But mom and dad have been
fighting about this for years.

There's nothing new about it.

- So she knows everything?
- Everything.

And everyone?

Wait.

I'm not saying

that there's anything
inappropriate going on,

I'm just saying
that he is awfully close

to a woman named Avelina.

Oh, Avelina.
Yeah, we know.

She works for city planning
down there.

My dad has done business
with her for years.

That's who
you're worried about.

No, she's like
my dad's work-wife.

You know, he has Avelina.
I have Carlos.

Trust me,
a work-wife can be

just as threatening
to a marriage

if she's getting
all the good stuff

and the real wife
is getting the table scraps.

Just a little heads-up.

And I'm not so sure it's work

that your dad's having
such a hard time giving up.

Okay, here it is.
Dr. Ian Conners.

He does have
surgical privileges here,

but there's
no M & M scheduled for today.

And according to this,

Dr. Conners hasn't been at
well-core for almost two weeks.

This is
his contact information?

Yeah, his cellphone,
address, e-mail...

Dr. Conners
lives in Belle Glade.

Not according to this.
He lives in West Palm Beach.

What is this guy
not lying about?

Just a sec.

How much do I owe you?

$25.50.
I gave the kid a nice tip.

Why are you eating my pizza?

Well, first of all,
I was starving.

And, second, since you're late

for your mortality
and morbidity conference

I thought
I'd give you a little help.

You know, the one that
you lied to Cindy about

so you wouldn't
have to go to dinner

to discuss
the death of Mitch Buckner.

She must have misunderstood me.

You know,
I've got to tell you, Ian,

for such an open
and honest relationship,

you poly types sure do keep

a lot of secrets
from each other.

That is a nice view.

Can I have some water?

Okay. I get it.

Oh, I don't mean

I get how you can
take another man's life.

No. I meant this.

The view. The quiet.

Spoils of all your years of
hard work and med school, huh?

Can I get that water?

It's just a condo, detective.

A secret condo
that your life partners

and best friends Cindy
and George don't know about.

Thank you.

The polyamory thing only works
for you just so far, doesn't it?

You like that Cindy
only wants what you can give

and George takes up the slack.

It's not a crime to want some peace
and quiet every now and then.

They're great, but they have to
talk everything into the ground.

I did notice that, yeah.

So I have my hideaway.
No harm done.

Certainly doesn't mean
I killed Mitch Buckner.

Huh.

You want a family
but you don't want kids.

You want partners to love.

But when they won't shut up,
you just leave.

Ho, ho!

And when another metamour comes
along with his eager sperm,

and threatens
your perfect world,

well, then you kill him.

Something you're already
pretty good at.

I get it. Okay.

I'm the surgeon,

the one with
the God complex, right?

I mean, I've heard that
my entire career.

But not all surgeons
are egomaniacal, detective.

Some of us
actually take death hard.

Especially when that loss
hurts someone we love.

Like Cindy.

I admit I had to dig down deep,

but she really did love Mitch
and she wanted to have his baby.

And while I'm not anyone's idea
of good parenting material,

I wanted her to be happy.

And if that meant
accepting Mitch into our union,

then I was willing
to discuss and consider it.

But it was far beyond
the discussion stage, wasn't it?

I mean, Mitch and Cindy

were right into
the baby-making process.

Well, if they were,

I'm obviously
in no position to judge.

And it was George
who was convinced

that Cindy and Mitch
were trying to conceive

without our consent.

No, it's interesting
just how quickly

your love for your fellow
metamour can go out the window

when you're trying to deflect
the suspicion off yourself.

I mean,
it's not very poly of you.

But it is very killer.

I didn't kill Mitch.

Look... the last thing
I want to do

is throw suspicion
on someone in my family.

But you're going to anyway,
aren't you?

George left three voice-mails
the night of the murder,

working himself up into a rage
about them cheating.

This was the last one.

I'm telling you, Ian,
they're already doing it!

I know they are!

We have frigging rules
for a frigging reason!

If I find out he's already
sticking it to her, I swear,

I'll use more than my fists
this time!

So, you bust the guy's jaw
for losing your money.

And then the next day you're
threatening to kill him

for sleeping with Cindy
outside the arrangement.

And seeing as Mitch is dead,

I'm going with
you carried out your threat.

I don't expect you
to understand.

But those rules exist
for a reason.

Trust is the life blood
of any polyamorous union.

It's what separates us
from the cancerous jealousies

of so-called
monogamous relationships,

and is the only way
one can truly love freely.

And with your anger issues,
it's those rules

that separate you
from beating someone to death.

Obviously I lost my temper.

But Ian called me back,
and he talked me off the ledge.

Cindy wants a baby, and
she's not getting any younger.

Our hesitations, they're not
just theoretical for her.

They could mean the difference
between success and failure.

And if success meant that Mitch
joined your merry little band,

well, then, you prefer failure.

Of the long-term-solution
kind.

That's ridiculous.

There's a rational solution
to every conflict,

and it usually relies
on open communication.

So, I went home
to talk it out with Cindy.

And that failed, too.

No.
I mean it never happened.

Waited for her there all night.

She didn't show up
until after 10:00.

Well, it is about that time.

That the three of you
start turning on each other.

I am not turning on Cindy.

You said you were at home
together having dinner

that night Mitch was killed.

But you were just
protecting her, weren't you?

'Cause the fact of the matter is
you don't know

where she was
or what she was doing.

Now, in poly cop language,

we call that
obstruction of justice.

We might even call that
accessory after the fact.

I'm not looking for trouble.

Don't you think it's weird
that Darius,

after basically telling me
to shove it,

just hands over
his entire medical history?

Well,
maybe it's like you said.

You helped him out
and now he trusts you.

I just asked for
a signed consent form

so I could consult
his team doctor.

This gives me
access to everything.

Is that something
to worry about?

I just don't know why
he's sharing it with me now.

He already conned me
out of a cortisone injection.

Well, maybe he knows
he's playing with fire

and he wants you
to call him out on it.

Some people need to be reminded

there are consequences
to their actions.

Maybe. I just think
the timing's weird.

Mm, timing's always weird.

- Talk to you later?
- Yeah.

Obviously, I got a lot
to think about. And you do, too.

But I can't do it right now.
I got to go, okay?

Talk to you. Bye.

You called your mother.

I didn't know
calling mom to say hi

would be such a problem
for you, dad.

It's not a problem.

It's just she and I trying
to work things out and...

Oh, yeah.
You're working it out.

What is that supposed to mean?

Because
it looks a lot more like

you're just waiting
for mom to get over it.

Like she's been doing
for the past 42 years.

You know it's not the work

you're finding hard
to give up, is it?

It's... it's everything.
It's all of it.

All that time you spend
down there in South America

and all of your friends.

Avelina.

Jimmy.

Nothing is going on
between me and Avelina.

I-I would never
cheat on your mother.

You have a whole life down there
that doesn't include her, dad.

Oh, but you know mom. She
just... she doesn't complain.

She doesn't even say a word.
She just rolls with it.

Because at the end of the day,
when all is said and done,

she knows it's just gonna be
the two of you together.

You don't have to cheat on mom

to cheat her out of
what she deserves, dad.

She's ready to have you
all to herself.

First time I've seen your dad
at a loss for words.

Yeah, trust me. It won't last.
What's up?

Uh, Mitch's full labs are back.

He had a very high
white-blood-cell count,

stemming from epididymitis,

which comes from
an enlarged prostate gland.

And after everything I know
about these people,

I had a hunch and I was right.

Mitch had a vasectomy done
three months ago.

Right around the same time he
shows up back in Cindy's life,

neglecting to mention
the inheritance.

I got in touch with the urologist
who performed the surgery.

She told me
I was the second person

to call about this same patient
this week.

The second?

She sent an e-mail confirmation
of the procedure to...

Dr. Ian Conners' wife,

who said she was also
his physician's assistant,

sent from
Cindy Pavlin's e-mail account.

Mrs. Conners
probably thought

it was too complicated
to explain who she really was.

Or why she wanted to know.

I went through Cindy's e-mails
and found the e-mail

and PDF file delivered
the day of the murder.

I'd call that a smoking gun.
And there was something else.

Last week, Cindy downloaded

a marriage application
from the city-hall website.

Oh. Lucky she wasn't
really Mrs. Conners,

'cause that would be bigamy.

So... Mitch shows up,
after three months,

suddenly open to everything,
which makes you happy

because you never stopped
loving Mitch...

or anyone, that I can see.

My open lifestyle is not a joke,
detective.

At least not until
you need to close it...

Like the traditional
marriage license

that you applied for
to be Mrs. Mitch Buckner.

I... We thought
that maybe that's why

I was having
trouble conceiving.

And by "we," you mean Mitch,
who, I'm guessing,

implied that the problem
was your lifestyle...

That a baby needed to be raised
in a traditional home.

I was frustrated
after a few months

and I was willing
to try anything.

So, you threw out everything
that you believed in?

Until you heard from
your Aunt Marilyn's lawyer,

found out that Mitch had known
about the money all along.

He still loved me.

I'm thinking what he loved

was the money
you were about to inherit,

which, I'm thinking,
you were okay with,

at least at first.

I mean, after all, he was gonna
give you the gift of life.

Who cares if he was
just motivated by money?

You were going to get
your baby.

Until...
you found out about this.

Committed fraud, actually,

so that you could get a copy
of Mitch's medical records.

Found out that he had
a vasectomy three months ago.

Lied to you about the one thing

that truly meant the most
to you.

So, you killed the bastard.

I mean, hey,
totally understandable,

but unfortunately,
totally illegal.

And totally wrong, detective.

Yes, okay.
Most of your story is true.

He was a bastard,
and he only wanted my money.

And, yes, I was furious.

But I didn't kill him.
He wasn't worth it.

This is where I was that night.

Atlantic Coast Donor Clinic.

Third-party
IVF reproduction.

I met with a counselor
and gave blood,

went through donor books

prioritizing
possible candidates.

I was there
until 10:00 that night,

which you are free
to call and confirm.

Oh, believe me, I will.

Daniel?

I just spoke with
a representative

at Atlantic Coast Donor Clinic

who confirmed that Cindy Pavlin
was with a donor counselor

- the night of the murder.
- Thanks, Daniel.

Oh, and tell Carlos
I'm about to send him a photo.

Tell him to look at it
and get back to me?

Will do.

Woman on
Dr. Nebel to oncology.

Dr. Nebel, oncology.

Don't worry.
It's just me.

Your timing is extraordinary,
detective.

Why, thank you.
I like yours, too.

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

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I have a patient
who's already gone under.

Yeah, I told the family
to reschedule.

Which, after they realized
just how close their sister came

to being operated on
by a cold-blooded killer...

I mean,
they totally understood.

I mean, after all,
you wouldn't want to cause

any more pain and suffering,
now, would you?

You know, the kind
that you can't leave at work?

Always taking it home
with you...

Well, one of your homes,
at least.

Because as much as you like
that quiet beach condo,

you need Cindy and George
to feel loved, don't you?

To feel like a family?

Which adding Mitch
to the mix...

A guy that played
by his own poly-rules

and threatened to kill
your career... would ruin.

So, you ruined him.

This is ridiculous.

As I told you,
I was in surgery that night.

Right. The transmayo...

Transmyocardial
revascularization. Yes.

That's what I said.
Yeah, no.

A surgery that you did perform,

according to
your surgical transcripts,

but timed it just right so that
your staff could close for you,

giving you more than enough time
to lie in wait for Mitch,

which,
thanks to George's temper,

you knew was
not only banging your vee

and threatening
your perfect setup,

but, um, was planning

a late-night visit
to that new house.

Okay, first of all,
my staff always closes for me,

and as for
the rest of this nonsense...

Well, you simply have no proof.

Surgical tape that you used
to cover the motion sensor

so it wouldn't trigger
the security light,

which,
in the rush of adrenaline,

you left after you killed him,
leaving a big, fat fingerprint.

On the bright side,
where you're going

you can have
all the vees and W’s you want

and never, ever have to talk
about your feelings.

Brings it across.

How is he still
in the lead?

Oh!

Yeah, he should have dunked it.

Puts it back, drops it down.

Hey.

Hey.

I wasn't expecting you.
Did I forget something?

No, actually
you didn't forget anything.

Okay, well, you know,

I figured if we were
gonna do this right,

you should have complete access
to my medical records.

And I appreciate that.

I just want to make sure

that you've really
thought this through

and you're sure about it.

Yeah, I told you, Callie.
I totally trust you.

And I'm flattered that you do,

especially with something
so important.

I-I promise
I'll help you in any way that...

...I can.

Can we talk somewhere
in private?

Uh, yeah.

Let's go outside.
Okay.

Stop shooting.

You can't continue
on this path that you're on.

Your body can't take it.

What you're doing
to buy yourself another season

will eventually
catch up to you.

And I don't want to see you
risk permanent injury, Darius,

so if that means leaving the
game earlier than you wanted...

Yo, hold up.
Leave the game?

Nobody's talking about
leaving the game.

Well, I just meant...

I didn't give you access
to my history for that.

I did that
so you could know everything,

'cause I can't have
another night of pain

like I had the other night.

You're not just
risking your health...

You're risking your life.

That's for me decide, Callie.

Now that I've shared
my health history with you,

I expect you to keep
my confidentiality, all right?

From the press,
from the team doctors,

and from doctor Hardy.

Are we clear?

Hey, man!
You're missing the game, man!

I got to get back.

Maria will show you out.

Hard off the iron.

I don't understand why
they're taking all these 3's.

They're up 10.

How's it going?

I called your mother back.

Oh, good.

You were right
about one thing...

I don't have to cheat on her
to know that she's had enough.

42 years, and your mother
can't trust me?

Expects me to give up a...
a life

and a friendship
that I've had for 20 years.

I don't know
what to say to that.

What did you say, dad?

Your mother and I
are calling it quits.

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