All language subtitles for As Luck Would Have It S01E01 - Murder 101 (NetNaija.com)

Ugh.

Good Lord.

Is this thing working?

Oh. Yes.

I think I have it now.

Hoo! Okay then.

Hello, hello!

My name is Gabbi Luck
and I just want to say danke,

merci, grazie, mahalo,
in any language.

Thank you for joining me today.

I'm coming to you live
from social media

with a little show
that I like to call,

As Luck Would Have It.

Now, from what I understand,

these podcasts
are a terrific way

to throw out ideas,
be them old or new,

receive meaningful feedback
from listeners,

and try to truly get
to the heart

of the complicated subjects

we are forced to deal with
every day.

And I'm still pretty new
to all this, you know,

very much a T-Rex
when it comes to technology.

Is that your mom?

But stick with me
and I'll give you

the ABCs on the 187s.

And that is not a highway
in California,

in case you were wondering.

187 is the penal code
that defines the crime of murder

as the unlawful killing
of a human being

with malice aforethought,

which is just
a fancy way of saying,

"I killed you, dummy,

and I thought about it
a whole lot before I did it."

She's pretty funny.

Ugh, yeah, she's a riot.

So now you're probably
asking yourself,

"Well, Gabbi, what makes you
such a gosh-darn expert?"

And I would say,
"First of all, call me Ms. Luck.

And until last year,

I was the Dean of Criminology
at Whitmore College.

So you could say I know,
you know,

more than a little
about lawlessness

and the study of
deviant human behavior.

I am, as my beautiful daughter,

Lisa, would call it, book smart.

-
-

This is getting good.

Eyes on the road, Anderson.

She happens to be
a police detective.

And leans pretty heavily
on her street smarts,

you know, draws from her gut,
her instinct.

Which, you know,
don't get me wrong,

that's very important.

But, you know,
I always tell her,

"I love you, baby,

but would it kill you to take
a step back a minute for--"

Hey, I was enjoying that.

Yeah, a little too much.

-Eyes on the--
-Road.

Whatever you say, partner.

What are you smiling at?

What?

We just solved
our first case together.

-Should I be sulking?
-Come on, Anderson.

It was just a simple B and E.

And that guy was just
kicked out of the house

by his wife a few days ago.

It's just a layup.

Layups count, too.

Those points go on the board.

Yeah, they do.

But layups don't make careers,
three-pointers do.

Don't sweat it, Luck.

I'm sure we'll get
our share shots

outside the paint.

Anderson and Luck,
just got a call on a robbery,

corner of 5th and Grand.

Are you still in the area?

We are. Go ahead.

Suspect is a White male
wearing black jeans,

black hoodie.

Copy that.
We're en route.

There he is.

I'm too old for this.

Police, stop!

Door.

I can't take much more of this.

Come on. Let's go around.

Dammit!

Hey, don't come near me!
You stay away!

If you wanted to be alone
so bad,

why'd you rob that store?

Yeah, well, I'll, uh...
I'll jump.

I swear to God, I'll jump.

Come on.
You don't wanna do that.

Of course he doesn't
wanna do that.

Don't threaten us.
If you're gonna jump, then jump.

-And I'm serious.
-And he might be, too.

I am. Uh, I'll jump. I mean it.

He's not gonna jump.

You don't know that.

She doesn't know that.

Shut up, you low-life!

And look, if you're gonna jump,

then it'll help the taxpayers
save some money on a trial.

Oh, what if he lands
on us or something?

He's not going to jump,
Anderson.

You don't...you're willing
to take that risk?

-Clearly!
-I'm not.

Hey, hey! Forget it.

I give up, okay?
So arrest me already.

Wise decision.

Put your hands behind your back.

This way.

Learned that soft touch of yours
from your mother or what?

Oh, whatever.

Gabbi would've talked
this guy to death.

I call that a slam dunk.

Ooh, well...

was that a gorgeous day
for a walk or what?

Oh, I'm so glad
you could join me, Gabbi.

I'm glad you asked.

There's a piece
of chocolate cheesecake

residing in my fridge

that I got my designs off
for later.

So I'm more than happy
to burn a few calories with you.

Oh, and I do so enjoy our talks.

-Me, too.
-Uh-hmm.

-How's Lisa?
-Hmm.

She lets me know
what she wants me to know,

little else,
always talking about,

"Give me space.
I need space." Ugh.

I gave her space in my belly
for nine months.

Well, you know,
you work with her, Barbara.

You tell me how she is.

Well, you know
I'm just a clerk there.

And I know
you keep your eye on everything

from behind that desk.

Is she still seeing a shrink?

She wouldn't
if she had the choice.

And it says here

you took on
a new partner recently.

-Yeah.
-How's it going?

Fine, I guess.

It's too soon to tell.

Any new excessive incidences?

Well, if there were,
wouldn't it be in that file?

And I think the word "excessive"
is a little excessive.

The perp didn't have a weapon

and you roughed him up
pretty good.

I pushed the jerk around,
no big deal.

And you should've seen
what he's done

to his wife's face,
now that, Doc, was rough.

Your job is tough,
I understand that.

No, you don't.

Not really.

And you sound
just like my mother.

All of her experiences
are theoretical, too.

I mean, she has no idea
what it's like

to handle these cases out
in the streets.

She thinks just
because I taught school before

rather than chasing down fools

that I have nothing to offer
on the subject.

Oh, we all have
something to offer.

And doesn't that just get harder
to prove the older you get.

So I'm guessing that retirement
isn't all peaches and cream?

Tedious is the word, Barbara.

Tedious.

And I mean, I...I'm older,
I get it,

but it's not like I'm dead.

I still wanna make an input
on the world in some way

instead of walking around.

The woman is bored.

And unfortunately for me,

she just has
more than enough time

to stick her nose in my life.

And how does that make you feel?

Aggravated.

I feel aggravated.

Stressed out.

I mean, Doc,
she's a grown adult.

Shouldn't she have
more hobbies in life

than meddling in mine?

That's why I started doing
my own podcast.

-You did?
-Uh-hmm.

Just a few months in,

still finding my voice,
as they say.

How is it? Is it therapeutic?

I really think it will be.

Uh, I mean, I know.

I know it's a younger
person's game,

but a criminology professor

has a very unique way
of looking at crime.

You know,
I think that's fantastic, Gabbi,

and so many people
would wanna hear

what you have to say
on the topic.

Oh, yeah?

Try telling my daughter that.

I mean, it's not like
I just go around

asking her a ton of questions

about her life and her past.

Do you ever think maybe
that's what she wants you to do?

Not about everything,
trust me.

And now, she has this
new kind of podcast

dealing with crime
and punishment.

I mean, can you imagine?

Well, from what you've told me,

your mother
is a very intelligent,

highly educated woman.

Hmm.

Have you listened
to her podcast?

Is it any good?

Charles, what is this?

What do you wanna hear, huh?

Whatever you think
is happening here,

it isn't, okay?

It never has been,
it never will be.

You took advantage of me.

You enjoyed it.

I'm getting in the shower.

I'm gonna get you
for this, Charles.

Gabbi?

Oh, Emma!

How are you?

Oh, I'm happy to see you.

-
-What are you doing here?

Oh, guest lecturing
in Charles' class.

-Ah, used to be your class.
-Uh-huh.

And I'm happily reclaiming it.

At least for the day.

Wonderful.

Um, is he...

Oh, he's in there
with Brian Hamilton.

Remember him?

He teaches Ethics
in Criminal Justice.

Of course, I remember Brian.

Well, why don't you go on in?
I'm sure they're almost done.

Thank you, Emma.

Missed you.

Well, why wouldn't you?
I'm fabulous.

You are fabulous.

-Knock, knock.
-

-There she is.
-Here I am.

Oh, I missed you.

Oh, well,
that's what Emma just said.

Well, then it must be true.

Look at you.

Retirement from academia
really suits you.

I agree.

Gabbi Luck,
how the heck are you?

Good, Brian.
What's new with you?

Just working over the details
of my tenure with Charles here.

Ah, our only bone of contention.

You thought it was too soon.

Well, clearly
Charles thinks differently.

Well, Brian has become

one of Whitmore's
finest instructors.

We'd hate to lose him
to another school.

Well done, Brian. Happy for you.

Oh, thank you so much.

I, uh, have another class
I have to prepare for.

-Really great seeing you, Gabbi.
-Hmm.

Well, have a seat.

Uh-hmm. Ooh.

I won't lie to you, Charles.

It feels a little weird

sitting on this
side of the desk again.

-Uh-hmm.

Who broke the window?

Oh, that.

Yeah, the office had
a little break-in yesterday.

Haven't had a chance
to get facilities down here

-and fix it.
-Someone's mad at you, huh?

Well, being
the Dean of Criminology,

he's bound to make
a few enemies on campus, right?

No, no. Uh, I wouldn't know.

When I worked here,

everyone loved me
when I was dean.

Well, you can certainly
put my name on that list.

Uh-huh. Still a flirt, I see.

I'd call it friendly.

Careful, Charles.

Some like to call it
sexual harassment.

Lots of people actually.

When you're right, you're right.

Come on.
We should be getting to class.

-Oh, let's go teach some kids.

I miss this campus
so much.

Let's sit here
and take it in for a minute.

You nervous?
-Why would I be?

I'm sure it's like
riding a bike.

And when was the last time
you tried to do that?

Okay.
So now, I am a little nervous.

Relax, Gabs.

I'm sure you're gonna
shine up there as usual.

-Uh-hmm.
-Charles.

I mean, Professor David.

-Christy.
-Oh. Well, oh, hello.

-How are you? I'm, uh--
-I'm sorry.

I really need to talk to you.

Okay then.

Well, now is not
a very good time.

Why don't you, um...
why don't you call Mrs. Bursack

and make a proper appointment?

Just, uh, disgruntled
grad student.

Let's look at a few
of the more explosive topics.

For example, are we just
an arrest-crazy country,

jailing so many people
we're running out of room,

or are we just
an increasingly violent society

in need of this
level of incarceration?

Do we give the police
too much power

or not enough respect?

Let's talk about
some of the stuff

for the next hour,
so sound good?

Who has an opinion
that they'd like to share?

Oh, Professor Luck.

What's the matter with you?

Nothing.

I just don't like it

when things get a little bit
too quiet around here.

Makes me antsy.

Quiet is good.

Quiet means things are peaceful.

Enjoy it.

You know it never lasts
for very long.

Yeah, you enjoy it
for the both of us.

You wanna grab a beer later?

Can't.

Having dinner with my mom,
the wannabe podcaster.

Lucky you.

You see what I did there?

Don't do that again.

I'm serious.

I think your mother
is super-interesting.

You got to introduce me to her
one of these days.

I don't see that happening.

Why not?

Listen, Rick.

I know we've only been partners
for a couple months now,

but just so you know,

I don't mix personal
and professional business.

I'm gonna grab some coffee.
Do you want some?

Sure.

Charles.

What's wrong with you?

What's wrong with me?

Are you serious?

What do you think
you were doing back there?

And I told you
not out in the open.

Besides, I'm pretty sure

I've already said everything
that needs to be said.

Don't you miss me?

Not even a little bit?

I miss you.

Really?

Is that why you broke my window?
Because you miss me?

What? It wasn't me.

Guess you have more enemies
than you thought.

My list of friends and enemies

is none of your business.

I don't know how up on things
you are these days,

but a powerful man
taking advantage of a student

is a story readymade
to go viral.

Okay, fine.

Go complain about us.

Go public.

You're young,
but you are an adult.

Even if you continue
to keep acting like a child.

Now, I have not lied to anybody
about anything.

And there was no rule
that a dean has to come clean

in and air his dirty laundry
for the whole school to see.

So what do we do now?

Oh, it's real simple.

I'm gonna walk away
from you right now

and you are gonna quit
stalking me now!

So, did you have fun
up there today?

Haven't had that rush
in over a year.

Thanks for asking me in.

My pleasure.

Well, my students' pleasure,
actually.

You're not gunning
for your old job, are you?

Don't get it twisted, Charles.

I don't regret stepping away
for a minute.

But I do miss it.

Been doing a lot of writing?

Hmm, just research so far.

You know, I swear, this last
year has flown by like--

Uh, I'm sorry.

Charles, I just want you to know
I'm leaving.

Well, thank you, Emma.
I'll see you in the morning.

And you, I absolutely loved
seeing you today.

Oh, that love was spilling down
all around us, Emma.

Come back and see us soon.

Uh-hmm. You never know.

So, are we the only two
left in the building right now?

Why?
You planning on coming onto me?

I'm just messing with you.

So, who is that, uh,
eager young lady?

Yeah.

That was...

Charles, Charles, Charles.

Gabs, Gabs, Gabs.

Ugh, is she the one
who trashed the office?

How should I know?
I wasn't here at the time.

What do you think
Meghan would do

if she knew you were sleeping
with a student?

Once she sobered up,

I'm sure we'd continue
ignoring each other

just as it's been
for six months.

Oh. Ooh, I didn't know.

Speaking of,
you feel like getting a drink?

I know a quiet little place
not too far from here.

Yeah, I'm sure you do.

But I couldn't even
if I wanted to.

My daughter,
I'm having over for dinner.

Oh, that sounds nice.

How is Lisa?

Salty as ever.

I love her to pieces.

So, um, you leaving or what?

-You...
-No, you go on ahead,

I'm five minutes behind you.

Okay, Charles.

Let me tell you something,
my friend,

you keep playing stupid games,
you're gonna win a stupid prize.

Find yourself in real trouble
one of these days.

I appreciate the concern, Gabs.

Hmm. Uh-hmm.

What the hell
do you want?

Well, Mom,
this was delicious.

You really outdid yourself
this time.

Ah, you know

I'm a total disaster
in the kitchen.

Burnt water on more than
one occasion, didn't I?

Twice, at least.

Hmm, so you got here
a little late today.

Yeah, I was caught up at work.
I tried to call you.

Ugh.

I left my phone
at the Whitmore College.

I'll have to pick it up
in the morning.

How did that go?

Oh, amazing.

Oh, I forgot
how much I love to talk.

Funny how you don't let
the rest of us forget.

Oh, yeah, I forgot to tell you.

I did listen to your podcast.

You did?

What'd you think?

I thought it would be awesome
if you stopped mentioning me.

Baby, are you serious?

I know your show
is about crime and all,

but you're just an educator.

I'm an actual cop.

We do two different things

and I don't see why
you have to mention me at all.

I only talk about you, Lisa,
because I'm proud of you.

And I would never divulge

any personal details
of your life, you know that.

You're not gonna hit me with
a cease and desist, are you?

Like at the moment,
it's unlikely

but I'm keeping my options open.

Well, I expect
nothing less from you.

So, um, how's it going
with your new partner?

-What's his name again?
-Rick Anderson.

And he's just full of questions.

But tell me more about
your lecture thing.

Well, honestly, it was more like
an intimate tete-e-tete,

only with a handful of students.

Oh, and it was so much fun
seeing Charles again.

You know, he's the professor
that took over for me

when I left my job.

That man is such a flirt.

He's, you know, still married.

Hmm, isn't that a bit
hypocritical coming from you?

Remember, my gorgeous girl,

not everything is always
as it seems.

Hey, I know
you don't like to get personal,

but can we get professional
for a minute?

Yeah, what is it?

I guess I'm just
a little concerned

with how you handled
that jumper situation last week.

You mean the armed robber
who was never gonna jump?

You couldn't have
known that for sure.

My God, we just got
placed together, Anderson.

Are you already
questioning my technique?

I'm not questioning.

-I'm just--
-Wondering out loud

if I know
what the hell I'm doing?

We work side by side, Luck.

I have every right to wonder.

Hey.

Everything okay?

We're fine.

Good, because Captain Taylor
is looking for you.

-Anderson, Luck.
-Captain.

I need you to get over
to Whitmore College right away.

That's my mom's
old stomping ground.

I know it is

that's why I'm assigning
the case to you, guys.

So what's the case?

Someone try to steal
the school spirit?

Hilarious.

A professor was found murdered
in his office.

Oh.

Would that professor
go by the name of Charles David?

You're a great detective, Luck,
got it on the first try.

Your mom was one
of the last people

-to see him alive.
You got to be joking.

She's at the scene right now.

Why don't you go over there
and get here, bring her back?

Question her while it's still
fresh in her head.

Question.

Is the fact that
she's Lisa's mother

some, sort of,
conflict of interest here?

I can vouch for her.
She was with me last night.

But the problem with cases
like this is the stench

gets on the reputation
of everyone within its radius.

So, I just assumed that--

That I would be the one
to figure it out

as soon as possible

to clear my mom's name
from any drama.

-Exactly.
-Yeah, you were right.

-Get going.
-All right.

-I'll drive.
-Uh-hmm.

You all right?

My mother is somehow mixed up
in a murder case

and it's all on me, us,
to clear it up fast.

I've had better mornings.

You wanna talk about it?

I just did.

What's up with the smile?

I guess I'll be meeting
your mother

sooner than I thought.

He's dead.
He was stabbed.

Stabbed?
I can't believe this.

I was just with him
in that office yesterday.

-Who are you, ma'am?
-Well, I'm Gabbi Luck.

I used to work here
at the college.

And you were with the victim
here in the office yesterday?

Yes, I did a lecture for him
in his class.

And after, we came to his office
to wrap a few things up.

And what brought you back here
this morning?

My cell phone.
I left it in there by mistake.

Ah, phone's hers.

Can you just hang
right here, ma'am?

Why?

I'm sure the detectives
assigned to the case

will have more questions
for you.

When I said
you should come back soon,

this isn't what I meant.

Oh, Emma. I know.

I know you always cared
for Charles very much.

I mean, the first day
I started working here.

I'm going crazy sitting here.

Can I get you something?

Just the name of the person
who killed Charles.

I meant like coffee.

Just this whole area,
find anything crazy.

We have to get everything
that we can.

Lisa.

Mrs. Bursack.

I-I haven't seen you in years.

I know.

And I'm sorry it has to be
under these circumstances.

This is my partner, Rick.

We're the detectives
on Charles David's case.

How are you?
How are you doing, ma'am?

I'm very well to be honest.

And I'm sure we wanna speak
with you as well.

Anything I can do to help.

Excuse me. Excuse me.
Can I get my phone back, please?

I need to call my daughter. Ah.

Rude!

She happens to be
a police detective,

you should know, and she is--

Right behind you.

-Oh, Lisa!
-Mom.

Oh, honey. Oh.

Are you all right?

Not even close.

Well, are you allowed
to give me a hug

or would that be, you know--

-Make it fast.
-Oh.

Oh, honey, this is so terrible.

Any idea what happened?

No, I was gonna ask you
the same question.

But I think it's best

if we talk about this down
at the station.

Down at the station?
What, that sounds so official.

Mom, relax.

It sounds worse
than what it really is.

Hey, I'm gonna take her down
for questioning.

I'll be back
in a couple of hours.

If anybody gets in that office
while I'm gone,

I swear to God I'll bury you.

Lisa!

Don't worry, Detective,
we won't.

She doesn't mean
to sound so harsh.

-Usually, she--
-Mom!

Hey.

Oh, you must be Rick.

Are you sure
you're not the detective here?

Last I checked. I'm Gabbi Luck.

It's nice to finally meet you.

All right. Let's go.

All right, Mom,

we're gonna get started
in a few minutes.

Just try to relax

and tell us everything you know
about yesterday.

Okay.

-Thank you.
-All right.

Go ahead and tell us
what you can.

Okay, well, um,
Charles had asked me

to do a guest lecture
for his class.

He's the Dean of Criminology
at Whitmore College.

Was the dean.

And that used to be your job?

I quit last year
to research a book

I wanted to write
for about our justice system.

Oh, and I recently started
a show on--

-As Luck Would Have It.
-You heard it?

-I'm a fan.
-Well, I think I am, too.

-Continue.
-Oh, okay, baby.

It's Detective Luck
when you're here.

All right?

-Lisa, at least.
-Whatever you say, honey.

Anyway, Charles and I
caught up in his office

for a few minutes
before class started.

The two of you got along?

Oh, very much so.

I always loved Charles.

He's a little complicated
but he's a good man.

And the lecture?

Well, you'd have to verify
with the student,

but I thought it went very well.

-What about after--
-You know, we all talked about--

---the lecture?
-Well, someone's in a rush.

Someone's trying
to clear a case.

I understand that
but hurrying is worrying.

How about less rhyming
and more facts on the day?

All right, all right.

So after the lecture,

Charles and I
went back to his office

to wrap a few things up.

That's when I left my phone.

You said he was complicated.

What did you mean by that?

Just, you know,
he was a big flirt.

Loved the company of women.

Which describes a lot
of the men I know.

-And?
-And he was married.

That's right.
You didn't mention that.

I guess we can deduce
the good professor

didn't give a damn
about his wife.

-That's assumptive of you.
-Yeah, you're right.

He screwed over his wife,

but what he loved
more than anything in the world

-was his family.
-Easy.

This guy has been dead
less than a day.

-Ugh.
-All right.

What else can you tell us
about his wandering eyes?

He did mention
he was having an affair

with a grad student.

Did he mention the name?

Just the first.
Christy. Christy.

I'll ask Emma Bursack
for her last name.

She may know it.

Do you know anything else
about this student?

Well, she was waiting
for Charles

outside the class
before the lecture.

She didn't look
too happy either.

So you actually saw her?

Late 20s I'd say.

Blonde hair, thin,
a pretty girl.

-Of course.
-Look, can I go now?

It's really been a rough day.

Look, I'm sorry
if I've been acting--

-Mean.
---unprofessional.

That's okay, baby.
It's all right.

Oh, so what now?

Well, Rick and I
are gonna head back to Whitmore

and see what we can find out
in his office.

And we'll see if we can track
this Christy person down.

Yeah, because if she's been
stalking him,

who knows what else
she might have done to him?

Thank you both.

Yeah. I'll walk you out.

Okay.

Are you okay to drive?

It was horrible news
I ingested, Lisa,

not a fifth of vodka.

I know it was.

Just give me a call back later,
okay?

I will, I will.

I'm sorry if I dragged you
into this mess.

I'm a police detective, Mom.

I get dragged into messes
like this all the time.

And you know what,
I'm sorry about your friend

and for treating you
like a jerk.

It's okay, baby.

Well, you can make it up to me
by finding out who killed him.

Mrs. Bursack?

Lisa.

I didn't hear you two come in.

Clearly.

What are you doing in here?

Just...

remembering Charles.

I can't tell you how many times
I walk in this office,

found him sitting in this chair
just smiling at me.

We're very sorry for your loss,

but you can't be in here
right now.

What? Oh.

I'm sorry. Of course.

I must still be in shock.

I'll get out of your way.

Thank you.

She seems like a nice lady.

Yeah. Definitely cared
for her boss, that's for sure.

Uh-hmm.

So what's the deal with you
and your mother anyway?

What do you mean?

You were a little rough
on her before, don't you think?

Look, I know you're a big fan
of hers and all

but just like her dead
cheating friend,

situation's
a little complicated.

She cheated on your father,
right,

when you were a kid?

-Just a guess.
-That's a good one.

-Hey, I didn't mean to--
-Look, it's fine.

Just use those good
detective skills

to help this case out, okay?

I didn't mean
to step out of line, okay?

Whatever it is between you
and your mother, I get it.

-It's none of my business.
-No worries.

I guess I'm just
a little sensitive

on the subject of mothers.

I, um, I lost mine
to cancer last year.

I'm telling you, Luck,
it's the strangest feeling

in the world
when your very first link

in this life no longer exists.

It's like, what's the feeling?

It's like being untethered.

Wait. Sorry. You don't mix
personal with professional.

Eyes on the road, Anderson.

All right. Um...

-are you seeing anything?
-No surprises.

Let's go find
Charles' little girlfriend then.

Uh-hmm.

Oh.

Charles, I warned you.

Are your ears ringing
like a church bell at Christmas?

Because I was just
about to call you.

Uh-huh.

Listen,
I'm sure you're freaking out

about what happened
to your professor friend

but you gotta remain calm,
Gab-Gab.

Lisa and Rick are gonna get
to the bottom of it.

You keep calling me Gab-Gab,
they're gonna try

to figure out
what happened to you.

Um, tell me,
how's she doing so far?

Lisa is a very good detective.

You don't have
to keep checking up on her.

Oh, but meddling in her life
is my favorite thing

in the world to do.

And as long as she never knows
that we know each like this,

then I never have to stop.

How did we get here again?

Oh, let me see,

two dates, one goodnight kiss,
and zero chemistry.

And into the friendzone
we plunged.

-Not that I'm complaining.
-Me either.

So you call me
if you get some more--

-I will.
-Thank you, Phil.

Is Mrs. Bursack still here?

Just let me know.

-Hey.
-Okay.

We're looking for the secretary
of Charles's office.

Is she still around?

She's out back.

And she was in the office
when I got back.

Just do better.

-Hey, Mrs. Bursack.
-You're back.

-How are you holding up?
-Not very well.

I'm sorry. I just couldn't stay
in that building any longer.

-I had to get some fresh air.
-It's fine.

I understand.
Can we ask you a few questions?

What, now?

Sure, I suppose.

We spoke to my mother before
and she said...

Well, she said the professor
was having an affair

with a grad student.

Is there anything
you can add to that?

I knew he was having affairs.

I was surprised to find out
he started one with a student.

Always seemed far too paranoid

for something like that,
and trusting.

Look, I don't wanna stick
in my nose

in other people's business but--

Neither do I but...

it could be really important
to finding out

what happened to your boss.

We only know her first name,
Christy.

-Do you know her last?
-McDonald.

That's great. Thank you.

I saw her in the lobby
on my way out here.

Must've arrived
before the two of you came back.

Oh, yeah?
And what was she doing?

She's one of the people trying
to get in Charles's office.

The police wouldn't let her in.

-You mean, besides you?
-Yes, besides me.

And how did she act
when they told her

-that he was killed?
-Traumatized, like all of us.

Did she say why she was there?

No, she just quietly
slinked away.

Anything else about Charles
and Christy you can tell us?

Yes, there is.

I heard them arguing
in his office a couple days ago.

-You lied to me.
I didn't lie to you.

You said you didn't
have your phone on you.

-I can see that you did.
It's the voicemail.

Did you hear what about?

No. When I got to the door...

Why are you doing this to me?

She just burst out
and ran out of the building.

But I bet she's also the one

that vandalized his office
a few hours later.

You heard about that, right?

I mean, the office did look
a little trashed

when we got there.

But this is our first time
hearing about it.

Do you think she killed him?

I plan on asking her
that very question.

But I do have to ask you,
Mrs. Bursack,

where were you
yesterday evening?

Just my favorite spot
in the whole planet.

My daughter's sofa
with a beautiful grandchild

on either side of me.

I've been staying there
going on six months now.

Sounds nice.

And I'm sorry
that I had to ask you.

No.

No, you just
keep asking questions

until Charles's killer
is caught.

We will.

So are we gonna do
the nice cop,

mean cop thing in there or what?

How about you just be you
and I'll be me?

Isn't that what I just asked?

Do you ever stop with questions?

Who, me? Why?

You think I ask
a lot of questions?

-Hello.
-Are you Christy McDonald?

-Yes.
-I'm Detective Anderson,

this is Detective Luck.

Hi, I'm Christy McDonald.

We just established that.

Right. I'm sorry.

Are you nervous about something?

Just the two cops at my door.

Is there something
I can help you with?

-We're really hoping you can.
-Whatever I can do.

We're investigating
the murder of Charles David,

just happened yesterday.

The secretary told us
that he saw you

at his office this morning,

you know, the same room
where he was stabbed

to death by a letter opener?

Yes. Yes. I'm sorry.

Again, my head is just
still spinning from all this.

Would it be okay
if we came inside?

-Do you have a warrant?
-Do you have something to hide?

No. No. I just know
you guys need

one of those if you wanna look
around someone's home.

Wow. Look at this, Anderson.
She knows the law.

Looks like we're looking
at a criminal justice major.

We just wanna ask you a couple
questions, Ms. McDonald.

Or we can put you
in the backseat of our car

and ask you the questions
at the station.

Okay. Come on in.

So what did you wanna ask me?

Ms. McDonald,
we're aware that you

and Professor David
were seeing each other.

That's not a question,
but it is true.

Well, here is one.

Did you actually
like the professor

or were you just grade grubbing?

How dare you say
something like that to me?

I cared about Charles very much.

Then why were you heard
yelling in his office

the day before last?

Are you trying to tell me
that you've never yelled

at someone you care about?

I find that hard to believe
given your sunny disposition.

And I bet you didn't give a damn
about his wife

if she ever found out

that you were sleeping
with her husband.

How is that relevant here?

It's not.

What were you
and Charles fighting about?

You know how the story goes.

Powerful older man
pursues pretty young woman.

Pretty young woman resists.

Powerful older man
wants her right

up until the moment
he actually gets her.

I felt used. Worthless.

-Angry?
-More than angry.

I bet, the way you trashed
his office.

Look, I don't know anything
about a trashed office.

I could never hurt Charles
or anyone for that matter.

Where were you yesterday?

I was here in my place.

-Alone?
-No.

I was with my roommate, Sarah.

We watched TV
until we went to bed.

-Her last name?
-Reynolds.

And she'll vouch for you?

I don't see why she wouldn't.

-She around?
-No.

She had to go home
to take her mother

to a doctor's appointment.

But she should be back
late tomorrow.

Hmm.

So, what happens now?

Whitmore College has to find
a new Head of Criminology.

I meant, what happens to me?

Oh, you know how that goes.

Pretty young woman fights

with philandering
older boyfriend.

Philandering older boyfriend
turns up dead,

so pretty young woman
has to stay in town

until the detectives on the case
finish the investigation.

Yeah, okay.

Thank you for your time,
Ms. McDonald.

Let's go.

-Come on, answer.

Answer please. Answer.

Hey. This is Sarah.
I can't get to your call.

Leave me a message.

Hey. Um, it's me.

I have to talk to you
about something.

It's really, really important.

So please, just--
just call me back

when you get this, okay?

She was definitely lying.
Didn't you see it?

I saw she was shook up.

It could be misconstrued
as lying.

Or maybe she's full of crap.

Maybe. So you like her for it?

I don't not like her for it.

I think we check out her alibi
as soon as possible,

start interviewing
Charles David's co-workers,

-and go from there.
-Sounds like a plan.

Should we call your mom,

let her know where we're at
with everything?

No need.

Hey, Mom, you're on speaker.

I was just getting ready
to call you,

just wrapping things up.

Do you know
who killed Charles yet?

Not yet,
but we're working on it.

Have you talked
with his paramour?

His para-what?

Mistress, Lisa. His mistress.

Gabbi, hi, it's Rick.

Uh, yeah, we spoke with Christy.

She has an alibi
we need to check out.

Is she the only person
you interviewed?

So far.

How about his colleagues?

They're on the list.

Oh, or his wife?

You talked to Meghan?

Not yet. Do you know her?

Only met her a handful of times.

You think she's capable
of killing her husband?

If she knew
he was having an affair,

why would she not be furious?

Sometimes furious people
do bad things.

And sometimes they don't.

That's kind of the point
of what we're doing here.

So, why haven't you spoken
with her then?

Another detective did

the preliminary interview
on Meghan David.

We're gonna talk to her tomorrow
and push a little harder.

And, Mom, please,
don't tell me how to do my job.

Well, but baby,

well, I have experience
in these things.

Answers come a lot faster

in academic books
than they do in real life.

You're never gonna stop treating
me like a child, are you?

Thanks for the advice, Gabbi.

We'll call you
if we find anything.

-Uh-hmm.

Lisa!

I was just thinking about you.

Hey, Dad. How's London?

Uh, you know, it's cold and wet,

but at least
the food's terrible.

Well,
when are you coming back home?

One more month
and this job is over.

How's it going over there?

Your ex-wife
is driving me crazy.

I think Gabbi
is more your mother

than she is my ex-wife
at this point.

Oh. What's happening over there?

Well, what's happening is,

my work and personal worlds
are colliding.

It's this professor
at Whitmore College

where she used to work.
He was killed.

Killed?

Really?

Oh, that's--that's terrible.

Yeah. And it gets worse,

because she was the last person

to be with him
before his death,

in the same room
where the murder happened.

No, no, no, no. Obviously,

she wasn't the last person.

Oh, yeah, of course.

But I just so happened
to be the fortunate cop

who has to figure
this whole thing out.

So, how is she getting
on your nerves?

How do you think?

Oh, I know Gabbi likes
to get herself involved,

but this time it sounds like
she really is involved, huh?

True. But it's just like,

I'm too busy
trying to clear her name

to have her tell me
how to do my job.

I mean, do I ever go
to one of her lectures

and yell from the back
saying, "Hey,

you don't know what the hell
you're talking about?"

I'm sure it's not like that,

but, baby, you have always
been too hard on your mom.

I don't know, Dad.

Maybe this case is just
stirring up some old feelings.

Lisa, you were in high school
when we got divorced.

Uh, I think it's safe
to say that,

you know,
we're all different people now.

Oh. I'm sorry. Lisa,

uh, I've got to get going.

Give your mother a break, okay?

Just imagine
what you'd feel like

if you're going through this
right now.

I'm sorry, baby. I got to go.

Um, look, I love you,
and we'll talk soon, okay?

Okay. Bye.

Check in
for Back On The Dance Floor,

-right after this.

So I guess
what I'm saying is,

it's been a really strange day

and I just feel
like chatting for a bit.

So, thank you again
for tuning in.

And what do we like
to chat about

on my little show?

Murder.

Homicide.
The foulest of place.

Just perked up the little
true crime freaks in you,

didn't I?

Oh, so anyone
with cable TV knows

in a murder investigation,
the first 48 hours

are the most important.

If the killer wasn't found
at that time,

the odds get worse and worse

that nasty so-and-so
will ever be found.

Imagine the pressure
and scrutiny

those detectives are under.

Oh, the friends and families
all seeking justice

in an often unjust world.

It's a lot, almost too much
to ask of anyone.

Now, some of these heroes,
they thrive on that deep,

deep down feeling
they get in their gut.

The one that's whispering
to 'em,

"You're on the right track."

You know, I was thinking
how difficult it must be

to have to second-guess
your own instinct.

That kind of adjustment,
it takes maturity and finesse,

but it's necessary
because every possibility

must be looked at,
turned over and dismissed.

Not just the ones
that get your toes tingling.

So, how are you gonna
approach the missus?

-Mean cop thing again?
-Look, it's not a thing, okay?

And I do have
the ability to adjust.

Well, that's probably
a good thing.

This poor woman
just lost her whole world.

Oh. Hey.

They said more detectives
would be coming by today.

You know what?
It's such a beautiful day.

Let's just sit outside, huh?
Come on.

Ah. What a day.

What a day, am I right?

Oh. Nothing like a nice mimosa
on a beautiful hot day.

Uh-hmm.

Let's just sit over here.

This is perfect.

Before we get started,
we just wanted to say

we're very sorry about
what happened to your husband.

Uh-hmm. Thank you.

Oh, my God. I am so rude.

Would either of you
like a drink?

I won't tell anybody.

Um, that'll be a hard no.

Hmm.

Can I ask, Ms. David?

It's 10 o'clock in the morning.

Do you always start drinking
this early?

Uh, well, as you can see
by my lines and crow's feet,

I've passed the legal
drinking age years ago.

And secondly, hello. Mimosa.

You never heard
of a breakfast drink?

And as you both
so kindly pointed out,

my husband was just murdered.

So, I think I get a pass,
don't you?

Hmm. You have any suspects yet?

We're working hard to figure out
what happened to your Charles.

Oh, honey,

you should be
a stand-up comedian.

He hasn't been my Charles
in years.

But it is your bank account

where the money will land,
right?

Uh-hmm.
And I deserve every penny of it.

Uh, have you questioned
the little slut

he's been seeing, huh?

You already know
about Christy MacDonald?

Well, not "Christy MacDonald"
per se.

But, you know,
ever since we got married,

he was always seeing somebody
on the side, you know,

stroking his ego
and other things.

Uh, where were you
a couple nights ago

between the hours
of 7:00 and midnight?

Oh, let's see. I was...

oh, I went to the movies,

and then I went to that, like,
adorable little wine bar

on, um, Prospect for a nightcap.

-Anyone else see you that night?
-Besides Steven?

-Who's Steven?
-My boyfriend.

Since when did everybody
start cheating on their spouse?

The '70s.

I'm gonna need a phone number
for your friend, Steven.

Oh, yeah, no problem.

God knows he's got my number.

Forgive me for stating
the obvious, Ms. David,

but you don't seem at all
broken up over his death.

Well, you're forgiven,
detective.

The day that I married that man
was the happiest day of my life.

I loved him. I love that man.

I lived in the minute I saw him.

But that love
eventually turned to hate

with every passing skirt
that caught his eye.

And then you know what happens
to hate eventually?

It turns to apathy.

It's 10,000 times worse.

That's how you end up
with a "Steven," you know?

Even though
I really didn't mean to.

So, I know how this sounds,
but I really don't care

if you find out
who murdered him.

As long as you know
it wasn't me.

So cheers to you guys, okay?

And good luck, I guess.

Cheers.

That was just a little odd.

Was it? I mean,
if my life partner

was a piece-of-crap-cheater
my whole marriage,

I don't know how many tears
I'd shed of him either.

Cold, but I get it.

It doesn't mean
she didn't kill him.

No, definitely not.

So where are we at
with verifying alibis?

I spoke
with Mrs. Bursack's daughter.

Her story is as solid
as it gets.

And Christy's roommate
should be getting back

in town later today.

And then I already put in a call
for Meghan's paramour.

Good.

So, how many of...

Charles' coworkers
are we seeing today?

His secretary has got
a handful of professors

from the department
lined up for us.

Why are you staring
at those students?

Oh, no. I'm sure they're all
pretty good students.

It's just I think it's hilarious
how they all think

that they're some genius
just because they decided

to go on to the 16th grade.

I went to college. I don't think
I'm some kind of genius.

-You did?
-Yeah.

Criminal Justice, major.
English Lit., minor.

-And what happened?
-Nothing happened.

I just, I graduated,

I looked closely
at all my options,

looked into my heart,
and decided to become a cop.

Hmm. I didn't know that.

Yeah. Well, you know,

I don't like to mix business
with personal.

Yeah, me either.

I don't mean to bug you but, um,
how's the investigation going?

Oh, it'll go a lot faster once
you bring in the first teacher.

Oh, I'm so sorry.
Just give me one second.

-Is this okay?
-Perfect.

-Thank you, Mrs. Bursack.
-Sure.

Everything's all right,
Anderson?

Yup. Just checking my email.

All right.

-Here we go.
-Such a tragedy.

Charles was a fine educator.

Do you know
who might've done it?

Murdered in his own office.

I can't even imagine who would
do something like this.

If the killer's still at large,

isn't everyone on campus
at risk?

On a college campus, no less!

Guess you just never know.

Is it okay if I smoke in here?

-No.
-No.

You're Gabbi's daughter, right?

We used to work together.
I really like her.

-Did you like Charles?
- Yeah, I did.

I mean, we were friends.

At least on campus, you know?

He'd confide in me
from time to time.

Um, I mean,
maybe I was just a good ear.

And what kind of stuff
would he tell your good ear?

You know, just, um,
problems with his wife.

Problems with his girlfriend.

He, uh, usually kept someone
on the side.

I feel like I'm, um,

the one professor at Whitmore

that knew he was dating
a student.

I just...as far as I know,

that was the only time
he ever...

dipped his pen
in the company ink,

if you know what I mean.

We know what you mean
and we know about the affair.

-We've already spoken with her.
-Charles was...

he was one of the most
intelligent men I had ever met.

And I would tell him,

the dumbest thing you could do

is date a student.

Even if it's a grad student.

It's like the guy
slept through "MeToo".

Did his wife...
does she know about Christy?

I don't know. It seems like
that would give them a reason

to be furious with him.

Sometimes furious people
do bad things.

Is there anything, uh, else
I can help you guys with?

No. That'll be all.
You can go back to work.

Um, have you all talked
to Linda Bryant yet?

Not yet. Why?

It's probably nothing, but...

she was this close
to having Charles' job.

It basically came down
to the two of them at the end.

When it came down
to decision time,

a nasty rumor started
swirling around about her.

It all turned out to be crap,
but by that time

he had already secured
the dean position.

I just...I thought
you guys should know.

Thank you.

Charles and I were rivals
for the job.

That's no secret.
He got it and I didn't.

But we heard a rumor went around

that pretty much
cost you your job.

Yeah, also true.

Something about me
getting some DUIs

when I was back in school,

even though
it was a provable lie,

it spread really fast,
and once it went public,

they couldn't give me the spot.

Do you know who spread the bull?

Well, you know how rumors are,

they get big, it goes fast,

and you can't contain 'em

and you also never know
how they started.

But I think I know
why you're asking.

You wanna know
if I think Charles

started the ball rolling.

I don't know.

Frankly, I don't think about it.

When all this nonsense started,

I didn't even want
the job anymore.

And if politics are like that
at that level,

I'd rather just stay a teacher.

You might wanna talk
to Brian Hamilton.

He knows how to play the game.

Oh, this was
pretty underwhelming.

Yeah. Well, we know more
than we did this morning, so.

Got any plans
for the rest of the day?

Staking out Christy's apartment,

the roommate
should be back soon.

-What about you?
-Oh, uh, I have plans,

but let me know
if you track her down.

This is a date or something?

No, no,
just something I gotta do.

Oh.

-Hi, Mom.
-Hey, baby, where are you?

Just waiting to check out
Christy McDonald's alibi.

What are you doing?

Oh, just picking up
a little din-din.

Please don't say that.

How about yum-yum?

Is there a reason you called?

How did the interviews go?

Uh, we got through 'em.

Uh-hmm. Who stuck out?

Brian Hamilton
and Linda Bryant.

-They both mentioned each other.
-Hmm.

Not surprising.
When I worked there,

teacher attacking teacher
was really common.

Do you know anything about them?

No. Brian's young.
Good educator.

Apparently,
he and Charles were working

on his tenure
when I first got to his office.

If she knew about it,

Linda might have named him
out of professional jealousy.

Uh-hmm. She got hosed by a rumor
that lost her my old job.

Well, my gut is still telling me
that it's Christy.

You know how hard it is
to second guess that stuff.

You listened!

All right. Bye, Mom.

Hmm.

Hi. How are you?

Starving.

Well, you've come
to the right place.

Um, I called in some takeout.
Gabbi Luck.

I just love your name!

Ain't it swanky?

-I'll go see about your food.
-Thanks.

You're a peach.

Rick! Rick, is that you?

Is that you?

Gabbi. Hey,
what are you doing here?

Signing up
for skydiving lessons.

Why are you sitting by yourself?
Come on over here.

Okay.

So you're gonna find out
who killed Charles or what?

Oh, um,

I'm hoping for the best,

-preparing for the worst.
-Why would you do that?

It's just kinda
the way things go.

And how are you doing?

Me, I'm fine.

Yeah, just, uh, trying

to turn my brain off a little.

You know,
I don't wanna bother you.

No, it's okay,
I'm happy to sit with you

-'til your food comes.
-Yeah. Great idea. Thanks.

Ahh. So is this your usual way
of unwinding on a case?

Sometimes, yeah. Some cases.

Uh-hmm. But it's not this case
that your mind is on, is it?

We should have you in
if we do more interviews.

Man, my mother would have
really loved you.

She always got a kick
out of big personalities,

probably because she was so shy.

"Would have"?

Bernadette Anderson,

Bernie to her friends
passed away a year ago.

Exactly a year ago.

Today's the anniversary
of her death, so.

God, I'm sorry.

-How did she die?
-It was--

it was my call to pull the plug
when things got really ugly.

-Oh.
-In all fairness,

the brain cancer did most
of the heavy lifting--

Burger and fries, here you go!

Oh, thank you, love.

You know,
I don't know why I ordered

this hamburger today
and I haven't done

my 10,000 steps yet.

Um, do you mind doing me a favor
and splitting it with me?

-
-I could eat.

Can we have a couple of plates,
please?

Mmm.

I've been waiting for this
all day.

The only person I know
who loves burgers

as much as me is my daughter.

Hmm.

-Sarah Reynolds?

Sorry, I didn't mean
to startle you.

Well, you did! Do I know you?

-Oh.
-Detective Luck,

I'm here to ask you
some questions about--

My roommate, Christy.

How did you know that?

So that's what
all those messages were about.

What messages?

I've been out of town,

uh, helping my mom,

but Christy left me a voicemail
saying that she needed me

to call her right back
that there was something

really important
she needed to tell me.

-Did you?
-No way.

That girl could teach
a master class

in "drama queening."
And I'm tired of it.

Did she do something really bad?

Well, that's what
I'm trying to figure out.

Did you know she was having
an affair with a professor?

Charles David, yeah, I knew.

Well...he's dead.

I didn't know that.

Yeah, he died in his office

the day you were leaving
out of town.

She told us that
she was watching TV with you

the day it happened,
is that true?

Sarah, if you lie to me,
I promise you,

you'll have a world of trouble.

Look, I packed some things

then I went to bed.

What time was that?

I don't know,
it was pretty late.

We didn't talk and I left
first thing in the morning.

That's the truth, I swear.

I believe you.

Did you ever
see them two together?

No. He kept a guest house
on the side.

It's that big building
on Jackson and 9th.

I know just the place.

Well, thank you so much, Sarah,
this does help me out a lot.

I need that voicemail
that she sent you.

Can you forward it over to me?

-Yeah, I can do that.
-Good.

Look, I'm not even
gonna go back home.

I'm gonna crash
with my boyfriend.

I want nothing to do with this,
trust me.

Good.

Thanks.

Can I ask you something?

You fed me. Ask away.

Well...

I caught you looking at Lisa.

Oh, um, she's my partner,
of course I looked at her.

Uh-hmm. But you kinda
like her, don't you?

She's my partner,
of course I like her.

Uh-huh.

Well, I like you, Rick Anderson.

And I like that you'll be around
to watch her back when I can't.

Don't worry, I got her.

All right.

I should be getting home.

Oh, no, no.
Wait a minute, young man.

I'm gonna drive you.

Thank you, Gabbi.

Uh-hmm.

Dammit.

Christy, hey, what's up?

How's it going?

Not too great, actually.

Did you get my message?

Yeah, I did.

Well, why didn't you
call me back?

You talked to those detectives,
didn't you?

Yeah.

I needed to talk to you first.

That's why I called you.

Sarah, what did you say to them?

That we weren't watching TV
when your professor-boyfriend

was getting murdered
like you told them we were.

Sarah, just listen to me,
I need you to say--

No, Christy,
you listen to me,

I can't deal
with the drama anymore, okay?

And now a man is dead?

Please just do me a favor
and lose my number.

-Wait.

Hey, I spoke to Steven
this morning.

Meghan David's boy toy,
he backed her whole story up,

even had the receipts
to the movies.

But, more importantly,
I spoke to Christy's roommate,

Sarah, yesterday.

Good morning.

-Are you hung-over?
-No.

Did you hear anything
that I just said?

Loud and clear.

What'd she say?

That she wasn't with Christy

the day Charles was murdered.

Really?
-She left a panicked voicemail

on her phone
when she was out of town

saying that she needed
to talk to her right away.

I told you that girl
was lying to us.

Looks like you were right.

And there's more.

Well, don't leave me hanging.

Professor David
kept himself a love pad.

You're kidding me.

I spoke to the super
this morning.

Gave me the address
and everything.

Wow. That's good work, Luck.

Yeah.

We should actually
get over there right now.

Maybe we can find something

to connect Christy
to the murder.

Okay.

Let's do it.

Come on.

Oh, good morning.

So how long
did he keep the place?

About eight years.

Yeah, here we are.

Ask the family
what they wanna do

with the rest of his things.

I was real sorry to hear
he's not around anymore.

You were close with him?

I didn't know him all too well,

but he always paid his rent

first of the month.

Damn shame.

I got nothing so far.

Me either.

But there has to be
something in here we can use.

I can feel it.

Shall we check out the boudoir?

Let's do it.

Not bad. Not bad.

The man had some good taste.

I guess this is where
the magic went down, huh?

Magic,
meaning persistent adultery?

Right.

Yeah. Sorry.
That's what I meant.

Hey, you hear that?

What?

Hey, what's up, Luck?

I don't know, man.

I mean, what if
we don't clear this case?

Some cases don't get cleared
and that's just what happens.

I mean, at least, I know my mom
won't get arrested for this.

But it could follow her around
for the rest of her life.

Yeah.

Hey.

We can and we will do this.

Now, come on.
We got more stuff to go through.

Hey! Hey! Freeze!

I said freeze. Damn it!

Turn around slowly!

Well, you wanted something
to tie her to the murder.

Good ear, Anderson.

Good ear.

I know how this looks.

Great.

Then we're on the same page,

because this looks
really, really bad.

I already
told you the truth.

I didn't kill Charles.

You also told us your roommate

would back up your alibi.

And guess what? She didn't.

-She kind of threw you

under the bus

and then got back on the bus
and ran over you again.

She's such a bitch.

I don't know why you're even
hassling me over this.

Our affair wasn't a crime.

True. But breaking
and entering definitely is.

You know what?

I'm only gonna ask you
this one more time.

Where were you
when Charles was murdered?

Why'd you lie to us?

Because I don't have an alibi
for that day.

I was alone.

What were you doing?

Following Charles.

-You were stalking him.
-Semantics.

Did she just say semantics?

Look, I admit it, okay?

I was a little obsessed
with him.

I know it's a bad look,
but I was following him

after a guest lecture
at his class.

He was hanging out
in his office for a while

with the old dean
who just gave a speech.

I got upset.

I thought maybe
there was something going on

between the two of them,
so I took off.

To be clear,
Charles was still alive

when I left.

Let's say that's true.

Really?

Then what were you just doing
in his secret love shack?

Can I just show you?
It's in my pocket.

Go ahead.

I could feel Charles
start to pull away

the last week or so,
ignoring me,

so I wrote him this letter.

-What's it say?
-All sorts of terrible things.

"I'm so pissed at you that--"

"I could kill you."

I know what I wrote.

And I know that if you found it,

you would be even more sure

that I did something
that I didn't do.

So I went to his office
to look for it,

but you people
wouldn't let me in.

I thought maybe
there was a chance

it was in his place.

Well, I got lucky.

Yeah, you should go play
the lottery.

Listen, Christy,

you didn't get lucky.

You got caught.

I don't wanna say anything else
without a lawyer.

We won't be able
to hold her much longer

without charging her
with anything

and we don't have
enough to do that.

You think she did it?

What she says adds up
in the equation she's presenting

but like you,
I'm not sure I buy the math.

All right.

Well, I'm gonna go stop
by my mother's house,

let her know how things
are going with everything,

and then I'll double back
and meet you here.

Meantime, I'll handle
the paperwork for Christy.

And in researching
my upcoming book,

one thing did stick out at me
like a top hat on a monkey.

If you're investigating a case,

no matter what the case
might be,

always search for the best
source possible

to help answer your questions.

And don't be shy about it.

Go back to 'em more than once.

Sometimes people turn out
to know more than they realize.

You know, I think
I'm gonna quit early today.

This has been
another installment

of As Luck Would Have It
with Gabbi Luck.

Have a blessed day,
my lucky listeners.

Was that too much luck?

Could you ever have too much?

Excellent point, baby.

So what's the latest?

We arrested Christy McDonald
this morning.

-Her alibi didn't pan out?
-No.

We caught her snooping
around the guest house

that the professor has been
keeping for many years.

-Uh--
-Yeah, where he kept

-his mistresses.

Charles David had a love shack?

Ooh. Woo.

Well, I guess no one's
lost money

overestimating the horny nature
of human beings, have they?

You got that right.

Did she kill him or not?

She said she didn't
and a case could be made

that she's not lying,
but I don't know.

Have you looked for the truth
beneath the facts?

And are you sure
you're not projecting

your own feelings
onto this case?

Okay. Okay. Now, I know.

You're a professional
and you're a good cop, Lisa.

You're ridiculous.
You know that?

Sometimes I am,
but not about this.

Maybe it's you
projecting your feelings.

I mean, you do know
what it's like

to be on Charles'
side of the bed, right?

You know, you're right.
Let's not do this.

No.

Let's do this.

I've apologized
a thousand times.

What do you want from me?

What do you want from me?

I was 13 years old.

My world was shattered
because of what you did.

It wasn't my fault.

I had to watch my father
walk out the door

for the very last time.

It wasn't my fault!

How is it not your fault?

Because I wasn't the one
who cheated first, okay?

What?

What are you saying, Mom?

-Nothing. Nothing. Never mind.
-No.

Tell me.

Your father cheated on me, okay?

Multiple times
with multiple women.

And I knew he was doing it
and he knew that I knew,

but that didn't stop him.

So I just went out one night,
one night,

with the sole intention
of finding a stranger

to go to bed with.

A little tit for tat.

It's silly now, but at the time,

I thought that if I did this

and he knew that I was doing it,

then we'd be even.

Maybe get a little fresh start
to our marriage.

But him, he...
oh, he couldn't handle it.

He was the hypocrite, baby.

Not me.

Why tell me now?

Mom?

Robin, hi.

Nothing's wrong, is it?

No. Just been a minute
since we talked.

Thought I'd check in
on my big brother.

Well, I'm glad you did.

So how's Maine?

Mainly, cold.

But I love it.

Oh, come on. No.

It's way too early in the day
for bad puns.

-Never.
-

How's Bill?

Driving me up the wall,
but I'm happy to be in the car.

How about you?

How's your life? Things good?

Yeah. Yeah. You know me.
I'm always good.

Hmm. That's what you always say.

Have you been seeing anyone?

Uh, not at the moment.

Pretty much focused
on the job these days.

That does sound like
MO lately.

How's the homicide grind going?

It's been, um...I don't know.

They gave me
a new partner recently.

We're still figuring
each other out.

I could see
how that might be tough

given your line of work.

What's his name?

Lisa.

Oh, they have you riding
with a female now?

That's a good thing, Ricky.

I bet she could teach you
plenty of things.

I'm sure she thinks she can.

Let me ask you this.

Is she pretty?

She's easy on the eyes,

I suppose, objectively speaking.

It's been a while since I heard

that tone in your voice.

What tone? What do you mean?

Are you interested?

I'm interested in solving
a murder we're working on.

Besides, we don't mix
our business and personal lives,

and that's just fine with me.

Okay. Okay. I won't push.

Hey, I should, uh...
I should get going.

You gotta get back to Lisa?

I understand.

-Robin.
-Tell her I said hi.

Annoying.

I just don't get it, Mom.

Why would you lie all this time?

At the time
it happened, you know,

you and me
had already bonded, baby.

We had our thing
and it was beautiful.

You didn't have that
so much with him.

You know,
he was working so often.

You two barely
even saw each other.

And I was just sure that...

if you knew he was the reason

that our family broke up,
you'd never forgive him.

You got that right.

And it was important to me
that you continue

growing up having a father
in your life.

As far as you and me went,
I just assumed that

we'd be fine
with a little bit of time.

I always wished that I had
been more straight with you

from the beginning...

'cause it's me
you ended up never forgiving.

I'm just so mad at him
right now.

That's a long time ago, baby.

Now, why judge someone
at their worst moment?

Why don't you just love them
at their best?

I'm sorry I yelled
at you before.

Yeah.

Well, I'm sorry
for a lot of things too.

Would it be all right
if you, you know,

gave me a little hug
or would that--

Come on. Make it fast.
Make fast.

Oh.

-Love you.
-I love you.

The truth beneath the facts.

Hello, Lisa.

Hi, Mrs. Bursack.

How are things progressing?

Hopefully, they'll come
to a head pretty soon.

Good.

What are you doing here?

Well, you've been
such a great help.

I mean, my main source
of information.

Well, thank you.

-Yeah.
-That's nice to hear it.

But is it okay
if I just pick your brain

just a little bit more?

Sure. Pick away.

Great. Okay.

I am running our conversation

in my head over and over again.

Oh, my. And?

And you said Christy McDonald

is trying to get into the office

the morning the body was found.

That's right.

Who else tried to get in?

Uh, just Brian Hamilton
as far as I know.

Wait. Wait.

Brian Hamilton
tried to get into the office

-the same morning?
-Uh-hmm.

-Why?
-He said he left something there

the day before

when he was meeting
with Charles.

About getting his tenure.

Which was a little strange
considering Charles said

it was much too soon for that.

Huh.

Maybe they were good friends?

Who told you that?

Brian Hamilton.

Oh, please.

Charles couldn't stand him
one bit.

Then why would he give him
what he really wanted most?

You did say
that he was paranoid, right?

Never really trusted anybody?

Absolutely.

He once told me
he recorded conversations

he thought might come back
to haunt him.

Wait. What?

Uh-hmm.

Thanks a lot.

Brian Hamilton,

you're under arrest
for the murder of Charles David.

Hands behind your back.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say

can and will be used against you
in a court of law.

You have the right
to an attorney.

If you cannot afford one,
one will be appointed to you.

Why'd you lie to us?

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

For starters, you and Charles
weren't exactly pals.

What we hear,
he didn't like you much at all.

Friendships within
college departments

can be thorny.

Your mom knows what I mean.
You can ask her.

Oh, no need.

I believe you,

especially when a young
ambitious professor

is turned down
from his permanent tenure

by the dean.

Let's be honest, Brian.

You were furious with him.

And sometimes furious people
do bad things.

Screw you, Charles.

It wasn't Christy who trashed
the professor's office, was it?

-

Payback for him telling you no.

But you found something else
you could use in that office.

Photos of him and Christy.

A professor and a student
having an unseemly affair.

Perfect blackmail material,
you ask me.

And that's just what you did.

I'd say this sort of
changes things, wouldn't you?

Now, this happens.

You start my paperwork
for tenure

or I start mass-emailing

the staff of Whitmore
and the board and the alumni.

Let's be honest, Charles.

The way things work these days,

you'll be a memory in two hours

after I hit the send button.

Knock, knock.

There she is.

Here I am.

You did a pretty decent job
of trying to misdirect us,

Christy, Meghan,
even Linda Bryant.

When it was you the whole time.

Well, all that sounds
pretty conclusive.

Oh, it does, doesn't it?

If in fact there's some
evidence to back it up, that is.

Because right now, you sort of
seem like a detective

who's trying to pin a crime

on a patsy to protect
her mother,

you know, the last person
to see Charles alive.

So if I were you,

I'd make sure
not to do anything that's...

what's that?

That?

It's just a recording
of the murder.

Proof enough?

What the hell do you want?

We need to finish our talk.

Yes, we do.

Just so you know,

I've given it some thought

and I've changed my mind.

I won't be blackmailed
by you or anyone else.

What are you saying?

What I'm saying,

you sniveling little worm,

is there will be
no honored tenure for you.

So go ahead, reveal the photos.

Christy's an adult.

I'm ready to fight for my job.

So this is how
it's gonna happen now.

You are gonna get
the hell out of my office

this second

and go do what you have to do.

Get out!

Get your hands
off of me!

Get out here!

Blackmail me, huh?

Oh, Jesus Christ.

What am I doing?

I'm sorry, Brian.

This has gotten out of hand.

-

I'd say
that's pretty conclusive.

Yeah. Read my mind, partner.

It sure didn't sound like
you walked into that office

with the intention
of killing your boss

but I guess blackmail
is a gateway crime.

-Hello?
-Lisa.

I've been thinking
about you all day.

So, Sherlock,
you solved the case yet?

I did actually.

You did?

Wow. That...
well, that's amazing.

Well, congratulations.

Thanks, Dad.

Um, listen, I need to talk
to you about something.

Oh. Oh.

Um, actually, I really need
to talk to you

about something too
and do you mind if I go first?

Yeah. Sure. Go ahead.

Good, because if I don't,
I might lose my nerve.

I spoke to your mother

and you need to know
the truth, Lisa,

about why
your mom and I split up.

You've never known
the real story

and you're a grown woman.

I think it's past time
that you did.

Hey, sorry for running late.

I had a call I had to take.

Everything okay?

Yeah.

It's okay.

Excuse me.

Can I get a beer please?
Just anything light.

-Yeah.
-Thanks.

So, crazy week, huh?

That was some solid
police work we just did.

I guess we do make
a pretty good team.

-I guess so.

Thank you.

You know,
my last partner was a woman,

but I think I like working

-with men now.
-Why is that?

I don't know, maybe 'cause

I have a guy in my life
that I can fully trust

and don't have to worry
about him hitting on me.

Right. Right.

Yeah. Makes sense.

So is it just me
or did it kind of feel like

we had a third member
of the squad on this one?

Uh, it wasn't just you.

I'm sorry. What's that?
I missed it.

It wasn't just you.

To your mother.

To your mother.

Speak of the devil.

And she shall appear.

Oh, excuse me,

but I'm looking
for two police detectives

wearing
"Just Saved The Day" t-shirts.

Hey, Mom.

Well, have you seen them, hmm?

Oh, baby, you did it.

You got justice for someone
I cared a lot about.

I did with a little help.

Uh-huh.

Uh-huh.

Oh, you mean, Rick, right?

Yeah, he...he's something else.
Uh-hmm.

Beer me, bartender.

Uh-oh. Everybody watch out.

Gabbi with some beer
is not a pretty sight.

-I can't wait.
-

You know, you two, you...
you're really good together.

Uh-hmm.

I, for one,
cannot wait for your next case.

All right. That's enough.

We can cut her off now.

-Uh-huh.

So I happen to overhear
Captain Taylor

talk about what a fantastic job
Lisa did on her last case.

Phil just happened
to tell me the same thing.

Oh, lucky am I

to have so many
wonderful friends

in the police department.

You know, some people might say

it also makes it
a lot easier for you

to keep tabs on your kid.

You said it, girl. I didn't.

Man, this last week's
got my head spinning.

I never thought
I'd have to juggle a case

where my mother's a suspect
and an advisor.

Well, her advice
turned out to be helpful, right?

You said it, Doc. I didn't.

But if I have to be honest,

like how I'm supposed
to be in here...

I'm just so relieved
that Lisa and I

finally got to iron out
some of those old wrinkles

from the past.

...it definitely made me
feel a lot closer to her.

Everybody needs to clean out
that family closet

every once in a while,

especially if it's gotten
a little messy in there.

And I finally learned the truth
about my parents' marriage.

And?

Boy, was I wrong about that one.

Well, she's turning
into a good little detective.

Oh.

And I couldn't be prouder
than proud of her,

but that doesn't mean
she's not gonna need my help

becoming a great one.

How did I know
you were gonna say that?

Mark my words, Barbara,
one of these days,

Lisa's gonna realize
once and for all

mama knows best.

But why do I feel that you two
are gonna keep knocking

your pretty heads together?

Well, sometimes
you gotta knock a few heads

to fight crime, don't you?

But you know
what the problem is, Doc?

Now, if Lisa would
just get off that butt of hers

and ask her partner out
and, you know...

we'll be getting somewhere.

You know, her advice is not
gonna just stop at work, right?

Exactly.

-Of course, you can.
-Yeah.

Looks like there's no rest
for the weary.

Captain?

You two just got another case.

Two bodies in a halfway house
on Atlantic Avenue.

Get over there and talk
to the cops that found them.

Okay.

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My name is Gabbi Luck,

and I just want to say danke,

merci, grazie, mahalo,
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