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This is Matthew.

Leave me a message,
and I'll get back to you.

Matthew, it's Abby Lexington.

We went out a few times, remember?

I had a great time, and I thought you did,
too,

but then I never heard back from you,
so I thought I'd remedy that.

Anyway, I don't wanna leave all this
on your machine, so I'll try your cell.

- Abby, hey. How have you been?
- Hey. I'm great.

- Not as busy as you, I guess.
- Yeah. I'm sorry.

I was gonna call you as soon
as I got out of the pool.

- Really?
- Really.

Um, but look,

we should talk.

- Talk?
- It isn't bad.

It's just complic--

Hello?

What are you doing?

What's happening?

Oh, my God. Matthew!

911. What's your emergency?

Hi. I-- I need to report an attack. I
don't know how many people there could be.

But he was just screaming so loud.

He was calling me from 21 Ulster Avenue
in-in Coral Gables.

His name is Matthew Shaw.
Please hurry.

There's a blood trail.

H, what is this, some kind of meat?

Looks like cut steak.

It could be some kind of bait.

Whoa!

- Nice shot.
- Welcome to South Florida.

♪ Yeah! ♪

♪ We don't get fooled again ♪

♪ Don't get fooled again ♪

♪ No, no! ♪

You were right. The blood that
leads to the pool is from a steak.

So somebody deliberately lured that
alligator from the canal into the yard.

Nobody tampered with that electronic gate,
so they knew the code.

Mr. Wolfe?

Yeah. The victim was also
the owner of the house.

His name's Matthew Shaw. He is 28.

He moved here two months ago from Arizona
after he sold his Internet company.

- He died rich and retired.
- Very retired.

Okay. Process the house and
see if he had regular guests.

That isn't skin, is it?

No. It's not skin.

Torn piece of paper
saturated with chlorine.

I haven't seen anything
like this in some time.

We get about a half dozen serious
attacks in Florida every year.

I've become a bit of an expert.

- An expert, huh?
- Yep.

Did you know that once a gator
has you in its jaws, it's like--

Like being crushed by the
weight of a small pickup truck.

Yeah. I knew that, Loman.

Practically worked gator patrol
when I towed out in the Everglades.

Bone-chilling creatures. Yeah.-

Try staring at one
underwater, at night.

No, thank you.

Hey, did you find anything
that might indicate

who lured the gator
onto the property?

No, but I think that the lady who
called Mr. Shaw to distract him

would probably be a
good place to start.

Matthew, it's Abby Lexington.

Abby, hey. How have you...

There's no way I set
Matthew up for anything.

I'm the one who called 911.

What are you doing?

He's testing you for animal blood.

Look, I'm telling you, I did not kill him.

We went out a couple of
times a few weeks ago.

We had a good time. I called him this
morning to reconnect. No big deal.

But then I never heard back from you,

and, well, that was unexpected,
so I thought I'd remedy that.

Sounds, uh, like you were
pretty angry he didn't call you.

I admit I was disappointed.

But I could never...

Look, even if things
didn't work out between us,

Matthew was a good guy.

This should never
have happened to him.

Was your relationship
with him sexual?

Absolutely not. That's not allowed.

What? I'm sorry. What do you mean?

We met through a
matchmaking service.

Sure.

Her hands are negative.

- Okay.
- Yes.

Very exclusive, very respectable.

I'm sure it is.

The woman who runs it discourages
her matches from having sex

until they've agreed
to enter a, uh,

committed, monogamous relationship.

- Okay.
- And that takes a minimum of 90 days.

- 90 days?
- Yeah.

I was leaving her office this
morning when I called Matthew.

- She'll vouch for me.
- What's her name?

Tandy King.

Well, let's talk to Tandy, then.

Your skirt is way too high,

and your neckline is too low.

Feature either the
boobs or the legs,

never both.

Well, sweetie,

did someone in clown college do your makeup?

Okay, here's the thing. Look at my lipstick.

It's pink. It's tasteful.
It's simple.

The color's called Cotton Candy. Buy some.

And bleach your teeth. Good.

- Tandy King?
- Yes? Oh, lovely.

Ladies, please take note.

This is an example of a woman who
knows how to accentuate her assets.

Are you looking for the
millionaire of your dreams?

No. I'm good. Thanks.
I just need to speak to you.

- Oh.
- Ladies, do you mind?

Police. Got it.

Go. Go. Crunches.

I am investigating the murder of
one of your clients, Matthew Shaw.

Yeah. I heard about that.
It's awful.

Abby Lexington. Was she here this morning?

Yes, actually, my assistant
said she did stop by,

but, you know, Abby and
Matthew hadn't dated in weeks.

Really? I'm going to need his complete file,
and I need you to come with me.

Okay. Of course.

Hi. I'm Matthew Shaw,
um, Internet entrepreneur,

avid swimmer,
and air hockey champion,

uh, and I'd like to welcome you
to my humble abode.

Look, up to now,
I've been focused on--

just been focused on my career,
um, which has been rewarding.

But it can also get a
little lonely.

So I guess I'm looking for a friend,
a partner,

someone to share the good stuff
with and the bad.

Matthew came to me a couple of months ago.
He was very particular.

I set him up with some of my best girls.
Everyone loved him.

Did they love him, or did they actually
love maybe marrying into 70 million dollars?

The girls' beauty, the guys' money.

Fair trade.

Excuse me one second.

Hello?

Natalia, I found the most exquisite

engagement ring in our victim's robe pocket.

Two-carat, gold setting.

He was going to propose.

That's very interesting. Thanks, Tom.

Did Matthew tell you that he was
about to propose to one of the girls?

He was?

I'm supposed to get
commission on that.

- Which girl?
- That I don't know yet.

But maybe one of those girls that loved him
so much was jealous enough to kill him.

I'm going to need to bring them in.

Oh, right.

I'd love to, but, you see,
my clients expect confidentiality.

And if I give you that list,
I risk my business.

Yeah, but we're in the middle
of a murder investigation,

so I really don't care about
what happens to your business.

I didn't know anything about any gate code.

I couldn't have killed Matthew. I'm vegan.

- Good to know.
- I would never touch raw meat.

She is negative for animal blood.

Matthew's dead?

Great. The only
decent guy in Miami,

and someone just had to go
and shrink the dating pool.

Yes, I remember my first date with Matthew.

He walked me to my front door.

My roommate couldn't believe it.

Look at all these babes.
I want to sign up for Tandy King's service.

Yeah.

Net worth has to be
over a million dollars.

On top of that,
it's a 55-grand buy-in,

and then you can't even have sex with
whoever you're dating for three months.

And you have to submit
DNA for genetic testing

and blood for an STD screening.

I mean, I'll say this for Tandy King,
she's thorough.

She gave us everything she had--
comment cards, questionnaires...

Look at this. DNA report.

I just can't believe these girls would give
up their genetic code to date a millionaire.

- Where's the DNA?
- Natalia has it.

She's trying to see if we get a match on
anything we took from Matthew's house.

So have we talked to all
the women Matthew dated?

Yeah. All of them
except Kate Pender.

She's the only one that
hasn't called me back.

- Did you get a match?
- I did.

The sheets tested positive for female
biologicals that matched Kate Pender.

- Our missing girl.
- Yeah.

Well, she can't be that far, because
the maid changes the sheets every day.

All right. That means she slept with Matthew
in the last 24 hours. Let's go find her.

Went by the no-show girl's
apartment-- Kate Pender.

I spun the drum,
but I couldn't find anything.

- What kind of a car does she drive?
- DMV's got her registered in an Audi A.

- It's got a standard GPS.
- Yeah.

- Track it.
- All right.

It's Kate Pender's car.
It's got a lot of salt on it.

- Think she abandoned it here?
- Maybe...

she's attending the party.

- How are you?
- It's good to see you.

It's good to see you, too.
It's right down there, to the left.

Whoa, gentlemen.

I'm gonna go ahead and need to
see your invitations, please.

Uh, where-- where the hell did I put that?

Hello, gentlemen. I'm Paul Nichols.

I'm afraid this is an
invitation-only party.

That's all right. We brought our own.

Kate Pender.

Kate Pender?

Okay. Get her out here.

Yeah, Kate's here. And what would
you want with one of my girls?

One of your girls?

- I'm a matchmaker.
- Matchmaker, huh?

High-end clients only, though.

Here's Kate now.

These gentlemen would like
to have a word with you.

Alone, please.

Yeah, of course.

So, what's this about?

You're familiar
with a Matthew Shaw?

I am. Why?

He was murdered this morning.

Would you come with us, please?

- How'd you guys find me?
- Tandy King.

When was the last time
you saw Matthew, Kate?

- I haven't seen Matthew in a while.
- Kate, I happen to know

you were with him last night, so come on.

Look, we aren't supposed to see the
guys without Mr. Nichols knowing, okay?

It's part of the contract.

So he poached you from Tandy,
wouldn't let you date her clients, huh?

No. It was my choice.

Look, Matthew was sweet.
We had a connection at Tandy's,

but then when I came here,
I told him we weren't gonna be a match.

But if that's true,
why were you with him last night?

Just to end things,

once and for all.

One thing led to another.
I guess it was good-bye sex.

- Kate, are you done?
- Excuse me.

- Yeah. I'd like to get back to the party.
- I know you do. I know you--

We've got a couple of gentlemen
who'd be interested--

Excuse me.

Come on.

Brings me back to
undergrad anatomy.

I thought I was used to
all the smells down here,

but this is, like, wow!

Quite a bouquet.

- Ah.
- Oh, my God.

Okay, well, that fish there--
that looks like his usual lunch.

Hold on a second, Natalia.

There's something
stuck to this can.

Let me get it cleaned up.

Eric found a piece of paper
like this earlier by the pool.

I'll bag it for later.

And this was his last meal.

Radius was torn here.
This is Matthew's left hand.

Looks like there's a piece of
bandage in his hand right there.

Clamps, please.

It's a burn. Deep. Third-degree.

Based on the distinct edges, something
very hot was held against his skin.

You don't get a burn like this
by bumping against a furnace.

I'd say it happened within
a week of his actual death.

So this gator was not the first time
somebody wanted to hurt this guy.

Will you get some pictures of that
and get them up to the lab for me?

I'm gonna try to match that burn
pattern to whatever caused it.

Thank you.

Well, it's definitely not an iron, because
I can't find one with circles that big.

No, I think it's
some kind of a pipe.

- Maybe.
- But the only problem is,

do you know how many half-inch pipes
there are out there in the world?

True, but I think this one looks
more like it's a two-inch pipe.

Do you know how many two-inch pipes
there are out there in the world?

I don't know how this
happens to a millionaire,

but I found two insufficient fund
notices in our vic's mailbox.

- Huh.
- Yeah.

Nice little motorcycle burn.

Oh, come on. How do you know
that's from a motorcycle?

Circles are the right
size and distance apart.

Had a buddy with the
same burn on his leg.

He got it from the exhaust
pipe on his cruiser.

Well, this one is on our victim's hand,
and the severity of the burn indicates

that it's from prolonged
exposure to the heat.

But if it is from
a motorcycle pipe,

that just means that Matthew
had his hand pinned by it.

I got an idea how this happened.
I'll get back to you.

- What do you think, Eric?
- There's nothing on the other bike.

Mr. Nichols, the cop is here again.

Hey, got something here.

It's cooked on a bit,
but I bet you it's blood.

Hey! Hey, what do you think you're doing?

- Hit it with some fluorescein.
- Wanna let me know what's going on here?

- We got blood, H.
- This is private property!

- What do you think you're doing?
- I'll bet you Matthew's DNA is on it.

So, do I take it that Kate didn't answer
your questions to your satisfaction?

Who owns the motorcycle?

That'd be my head of security,
Ricky Tobar.

Okay, well, then he tortured the victim.
He's under arrest.

- Hook him up, please.
- What, are you kidding me?

Don't say a thing.

Stop! Stop!

That's what you get when you
mess with Mr. Nichols' girls.

Stop! Stop, stop!

- You understand me?
- Stop!

My lawyer will meet you down there. Torture?

Why would he want to do that?

Because Matthew was
pursuing one of your girls

and not paying your fees,
and you didn't like that.

- Good luck proving that.
- That's what we do.

And guess what? You're next.

I said I'm not talking
until my lawyer gets here.

Your lawyer?

H, who do you think pays
for this guy's lawyer?

That would be Mr. Paul Nichols,
Ricky's boss.

He's not your lawyer, Ricky.

He's your boss's lawyer.
He's here to protect your boss.

By setting you up to
take the fall, Ricky.

Now, we know you attacked Matthew,
and that's good for at least attempted.

It's not too far
from there to murder.

And hypothetically, let's just
say that your boss set you up,

positioned you to take the fall
because Matthew wouldn't pay his fee.

You think Mr. Nichols is the kind
of guy to kill over 50 grand?

Come on. Don't you?

I'm not stupid. I know this
lawyer isn't here for me.

- But I've got a family.
- Which we can protect, Ricky.

You're right. This whole
thing's about money.

But a hell of a lot more
than you're thinking.

Try millions. And Nichols will
do anything to protect it.

So, what is he working on?

Detectives, I'm instructing my
client not to say anything further.

Hey, you can tell him to leave.

And regardless of what he's saying to you,
he doesn't work for you.

Oh, yes, I do, and I've
already posted bail for him.

You're free to go, Mr. Tobar.

Ricky, don't make this mistake.

If you care about your family,
don't do this.

Ricky, don't do it.

Like I said, I'm not stupid.

- What do you want to do?
- I got an idea.

- You wanted to see me?
- I do.

Something happened at the Nichols
mansion which caused Matthew's death.

Okay, I'll pull a warrant and
start searching the place.

Or you could start searching
for the perfect match.

According to Tobar, whatever operation
Nichols is running is worth millions.

This woman Kate Pender-- she gonna help us?

Only if you can separate
her from Nichols.

Otherwise, leave her alone, okay?

Now, listen, you won't get
past security with a wire.

We won't be able to
have ears on you.

Which means you need to check
in with us every minutes.

- Every minutes, okay?
- Okay.

- In and out. Got it.
- You got it.

- Go.
- Be safe.

♪♪

Please excuse the inconvenience, Mr. Durbin.

Photography is not allowed. We'll return
this to you right when the party's over.

- Great. Thanks.
- Enjoy.

- Mr. Durbin.
- Yes?

- Welcome.
- Hey.

Thanks for accommodating
me on such short notice.

Oh, of course, of course.
Yeah, my office sent your information.

- Vodka gimlet.
- Thank you very much. This is my favorite.

Well, we pay close attention
to your likes and dislikes.

That's how we're going to
find your perfect companion.

Wow.

Your one page says you're in
research and development? New energy?

Yeah, research and development.
Basically windmills.

R & D sounds better.
We track electrical currents.

We sell it to eco companies.
That sort of-- Very boring.

Not good stuff to talk about with these
ladies. A lot of pretty ones here.

- How's this work?
- Oh, it's like your currents.

- You circulate, talk to the ladies.
- Mm-hmm.

Skip the small talk, ask the
questions that really matter to you,

and your match may be here.

Wow. Cheers.

Here's to me.

♪ You know I want you ♪

♪ And I'm gonna have you ♪

♪ Don't worry ♪

♪ You can leave it to me ♪

- Hi.
- Hi.

♪♪

♪♪

Hi there.

I couldn't help but notice
you standing over here.

You're so pretty, but you--
you look so sad. Are you okay?

Oh, I thought I was doing a pretty
good job of covering that up.

No, not really. You're doing a terrible
job of covering it up, I'm sorry to say.

- Hi, I'm Ryan.
- I'm Kate.

Kate, hi. So what's on your mind?

Um...

You know, sad stories
aren't really allowed here.

You know, I find sometimes
when we share our sad stories,

it can make us feel closer.

- That's-- That's one lame pickup line.
- I got another one for you.

Get ready. This one's extremely lame.

Penny for your thoughts.

Um, okay.

I lost a close friend today.

I'm so sorry to hear that.

But you're here at the
party tonight, anyway?

Yeah, well, I didn't
really have much choice.

- I don't understand.
- Yeah. It's complicated.

Okay.

Okay. Just don't
say anything, okay?

- Sure.
- Hey.

- Do you know what?
- What?

I could have predicted that
you two would find each other.

- How you getting on?
- Good.

Great. She's-- She's lovely.

Listen, Kate, why don't you take,
uh, Mr. Durbin

somewhere a little more quiet where
you can really get to know him?

I was just about to do that.

Ryan, what do you think?

Sure. I'd love to.

- Okay.
- Great.

We got nine minutes, H!

Nine minutes.

Hey.

You okay?

Katie-- Kate, I thought we
just came up here to talk.

Ryan, you don't need any
of your lines up here.

You can have whatever
you want for a price.

Hmm? Hold up a second. Seriously?

Okay. Please don't back out now,
okay? 'Cause Nichols will blame me.

You know, this is all moving-- It's all--
Can you just stop doing that?

It's all moving a
little fast for me.

Okay. But you can't complain
to Nichols, all right?

Kate, Kate, relax.

I'm not going to
complain to Nichols.

Is Nichols your, uh... He's your pimp.

I prefer "matchmaking service,
" actually.

Okay. Uh, I'm sorry about that.

I don't-- I don't
know what got into me.

Is this good?

It's okay. It's okay. A lot of
guys get nervous their first time.

Why don't we just
talk a little more?

- Okay.
- Okay. Relax.

- Want another drink?
- Yeah.

In fact, um,

I'm gonna go grab a bottle of wine.

What do we got?

Two minutes.

Time's up. We gotta do something.

Who are you working for?

Who do you work for?

Who do you work...

Let him go!

H! H, he's going for his gun!

Come on. Breathe.

Breathe. Come on. Good.

All right. Breathe. Come on.

You okay?

- Now we found Wolfe.
- Yeah.

Now let's find Nichols.

You kill my security guard,
and then you accuse me of this?

Shut your mouth already.

Listen, I didn't know any
of these girls were hooking.

It's nothing to do with me.

Yet they operated right
here out of your home.

- I run a legitimate business.
- You're running a house of prostitution.

Hey, for all you know, it could have been
that security guard that was organizing it.

That's really convenient, because
he's dead and he can't defend himself.

I am not part of this.
You can ask any of them girls.

I want my lawyer here.
He'll sort this out in two minutes.

Horatio, you know,
before I was drugged,

I think I remember something
weird about this bookcase.

There was something strange.

Get away from there.
Don't you touch anything.

- You've got no authorization.
- Shut up.

That, my friend,
is a counting room.

Open the safe.

Open it.

I consider it my mission to
help people find happiness.

For a price. Arrest this son of a bitch.

You wanted to see me?

Matthew's murder-- it's my fault.

I tried to break it off.

Matthew wanted to marry me,
but Paul wouldn't let him.

Stay away from her.

Paul, please. We love each other.
Just let us go.

She's too valuable,
and you can't afford her.

Kate, Matthew was a wealthy man.

Why didn't he just buy his way out?

His business manager ran
off with all his money.

Matthew told me he was broke. I didn't care.

I loved him.

Kate, get over here.

Paul, come on.

This was never meant to be forever.
Just let me leave.

Let us go, or I'll go to the cops.

You go to the cops,
and I'll kill her.

And Kate, you run off with him,

I'll kill him.

Paul murdered Matthew,
Lieutenant. I know it.

Please, please don't let him
get away with this, please.

Kate, if Paul did this,

justice will be served.

Why would I kill Matthew Shaw?

Because he was
attempting to reclaim

one of your girls at the
expense of your bottom line.

I get it, all right?

You're trying to wear me down, but it's
not gonna work, 'cause I didn't kill him.

Prostitution, kidnapping,
attempted murder, and the list goes on.

- I've never even been to his house.
- How much was she worth to you?

A hundred thousand? Maybe two?

What's my lawyer gonna say when he finds out

you've been questioning me without him here?

- I think we're done.
- On the contrary.

- We're just getting started.
- Hey, what's-- what's this?

- I want my lawyer.
- Okay.

I want my lawyer here now!

I want to see my lawyer!

- I've got rights!
- Let's go.

What are you hiding in here?

Eric found a piece of
paper like this

by the pool earlier.

See how there's all this
design in the background,

and then you've got these
smudged numbers at the bottom?

- So I'm thinking it's a check.
- Right. That's what I was thinking.

Maybe we can tie this to Paul Nichols, 'cause
then we could put him at the crime scene.

Right. Let's try to
make out the letters.

- That's a T.
- Yeah.

Yes.

And then that looks like

an H-E-S right there.

Mm, good one.

This is all-- all blurry in here,
but it kind of looks like a capital K.

- Oh, yeah. It does.
- You think?

Okay. Okay.

Wait, wait, wait. Maybe this could be a...

Is this "Tandy King Matches"?

That's her business name.

Whoa. Okay.

Well, if it's Tandy King Matches,

why is the check all torn up,
and what is that red ink?

- Will you grab me the UV light, please?
- Yes.

All right. Let's see.

Okay. Well, that is not handwriting ink.
That is from a stamp,

and it's a capital
N and a capital S.

"Insufficient Funds."

When your money is funny,
the bank stamps a check "NSF."

I don't know how this
happens to a millionaire,

but I found two insufficient fund
notices in our vic's mailbox.

Okay. But wait. If it's Tandy King's,
and it went back to Tandy,

then what's it doing all
torn up in Matthew's yard?

I think Tandy paid
Matthew a house call,

because she didn't
receive her sizeable fee.

- She was upset, so--
- She conveniently didn't tell me about it.

Great. Now we got two people
with motive to kill Matthew,

but we can't prove either of them
opened the gate for the gator.

Oh, wait a minute, wait a minute.

I think maybe we can.

What the hell is going on?

Get your feet off my desk.

We know that you have Matthew's gate code.

How could I have known the code?

Because you had access to the tape.

Hi. I'm Matthew Shaw,

um, Internet entrepreneur,

avid swimmer, and air hockey champion,

uh, and I'd like to welcome you
to my humble abode.

You see, anyone who had access to
the tape could decipher the code.

A hundred people could have had that code.
It doesn't prove anything.

We know you were at his house,

and we know you killed him
because he couldn't pay.

What are you doing?

I'm gonna test your hands for animal blood.

Why?

Because we know that you cut up a steak

and lured that alligator
into Matthew's yard.

That's exactly right,

and we're gonna find blood
on your hands, aren't we?

- Matthew--
- It was a simple misunderstanding, Tandy.

- It's been weeks.
- I'll have my business manager

- cut you another check.
- Oh, please.

Screw your checks, Matthew.

You owe me grand, and I'm not
leaving here until I get it.

- I don't have it.
- What?

I lost everything.

Believe me, if I did have it,
I would give it to you,

because introducing me to Kate meant
more to me than any amount of money.

Oh, save it. You are unbelievable.

Listen to me.

I run a multimillion-dollar
company,

but my business is only as good
as my reputation,

and if I let some poser show me up,
my business is done.

I vetted him, I vouched for him,

and he made a fool of me.

It's just--

If it had gotten out
that he was a fraud,

do you know what that would
have done to my credibility?

Take her.

You're making a huge mistake.

Hang on a second, please.

Where am I going?

Well, they're gonna take you over to
county and book you for prostitution.

I just keep thinking about the day
that I got involved with Paul.

I just kept thinking, I need the money,
it would only be for a little while.

That's the trap, isn't it?

I just feel so stupid.

Matthew's dead, and I'm going to prison.

You know, Kate, it doesn't
have to end like this.

What? You can do that?

With your help, I might.

You want me to
testify against Paul?

The state attorney will grant you
probation for that type of testimony.

- Paul's capable of anything.
- So am I, Kate.

So am I.

Okay.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Okay. Kate, it's gonna be okay.

You're gonna be okay.

♪ Would I change my ways? ♪

♪ Wasted times ♪

♪ And broken dreams ♪

♪ Violent colors ♪

♪ So obscene ♪

♪ It's all I see these days ♪

♪ Yeah ♪