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[ Moaning ]

[ Moaning Continues ]

** [ R & B, Indistinct ]

That was amazing.
[ Moans ]

Your husband, he's--

[ Giggling ]
He's one lucky guy.

[ Moans ]
[ Groans ]

Your wife--
She's one lucky girl.

[ Both Laugh ]

[ Sighs ]
I'm thirsty.
Want anything?

Be right back.
[ Pants ]

[ Exhales ]

[ Coin Rattles On Ground ]

[ Screams ]

What?

[ Muffled Sobbing ]
Hey, hey! What is it?
What's going on?

Yo, dude?

You all right?

[ Groans ]

[ Jeff ]
I was in my room
doing homework.

Homework? Really?
Your mom at work.

Okay, so I was playing
Kinect Sports.

Ah, your secret's safe
with me.

So, what, you're doing
your homework, and this guy's
just looking in your window?

Yeah. He had, like, long hair
and some kind of neck tat,
like a spider or something.

That's kind of specific.
You seen this guy before?

[ Door Opens ]
No.

Hi. Uh, I'm gonna go with
"party I wasn't invited to."

Sort of. Jeff had a little
uninvited visitor peeking at him
through the window.

Oh. Why didn't you
call me?
'Cause you were at work.

Yeah, but I can leave
in an emergency.

Unless this wasn't
an emergency.

Mom, no, I'm telling you,
I saw the guy!

Okay. Well, now we got
the all clear.

You can go on in
and finish your homework.

Of course
you don't believe me.

No, I believe that you
think you saw something.

But I want you
to finish your homework.

- And say thank you to Jim--
- [ Door Slams ]

[ Groans ]

Hmm.
Sorry
for the false alarm.

You really think
he's crying wolf?

Well, he gets like this
when he misses his dad.

I was supposed to take him
last week, but between
school and the job--

Sorry. Sounds tough.
Nah, he'll be fine.

I was talking about you.

Mmm. You want to come in
and cool off?

Is there beer involved?
And chips and salsa, too,

if you play
your cards right.
[ Phone Rings ]

Whoa, whoa. Hang on.

No. Yeah?

Really? Well, I'm kind of
in the middle of something, so--

Oh, no, no, no.
I'm on it.

Sorry. Got a date
with a dead guy.

- Blown off for a dead guy.
- Rain check on the beer?

We'll see.

If I play my cards right, huh?

Yeah.

Don't you have to go?

Just making sure
you get home safe.

I'm, like, a foot
from my door.

Never be too careful.

Right.

Here I go.

[ Laughs ]

[ Jim Longworth ]
Some say I don't play well
with others.

I was a damn good detective
in Chicago,

until a disagreement
with my boss encouraged me...

to pack it up
and make a change.

So I put the Windy City
in my rearview and headed
to the Sunshine State.

Kick back. Play some golf.
Work on my tan.

Maybe write the occasional
speeding ticket.

Yeah.
Well, that didn't work out.

[ Jim ]
Who's our friend here?

Got a male, 40s. Somebody swiped
his wallet, watch, keys...

and, judging from his tan line,
his wedding ring.

Huh.

Puncture wounds.

A lot of them.
To his neck and chest.

Probably from a screwdriver
or ice pick.

Wow. Someone was really
mad at this guy.

Couldn't imagine anyone
being that mad at me.

Oh, yeah? Try harder.

Nice jacket.

Nice? It's a John Varvatos.

You're looking at about...
five grand.

Jeans, boots, leather jacket--
all this season.

What? My wife
likes me styled up.

No blood splatter--
here or on the wall.

No. The blood pooled
inside his jacket.

I'm thinking the attack
took place somewhere else.

The victim managed to make it
this far before he died.

Did you talk
to the motel manager?

Yeah. He wasn't a guest.

And he hadn't seen
this guy before. We'll use
his prints to get an I.D.

- This the couple
that found the body?
- Yes, sir.

I got this.
Yes, sir.

All right. Detective Longworth.
I understand you guys
found the body.

I did, yeah.

Did you hear or see anything?
Anyone suspicious?

No. Not at all.

Oh. You staying here...

at the motel?

In one of the rooms?

Look, man.
We're not married.

- Okay.
- I mean, we are.
It's just--

Hey, none of my business,
right?

Cool. So, you think
you could leave our names
out of the report?

Ah. That I can't do.

But unless your wife or husband
starts to scour police reports,
shouldn't be a problem.

[ Chuckles ]
That's sweet.
Uh, where were you guys earlier?

Uh, just across the street,
at Cancun's.

- Is that where you met?
- Yeah.

Two weeks ago, yeah.

Okay. Well, thank you.
Oh, and, uh--

Thank you, man.

They have anything to offer?

No, they were too busy
cheating on their spouses
to hear anything.

Met at the bar
across the street.

Cheaters?
They met at Cheaters?
Cancun Beach Club?

What? That's
what they call it.

"They"?
Whatever.
It's local knowledge.

[ Jim ]
Yeah, well, maybe our
John Doe knew that as well.

** [ Stereo:
Man Singing In Spanish ]

[ Laughter ]
Whoo!

Yeah. The guy was a pig.
He kept grabbing my ass,
so the bouncers tossed his ass.

Most people who come to Cancun's
come to enjoy the beach,

do a little people-watching,
check out each other's rides.

Heard it's also a good place
for a little off-the-books
hook-up.

Cheaters? Yeah.
Mm-hmm.

So maybe my guy
chose the wrong guy's wife.

[ Chuckles ]
Your guy hit on everyone.

He pissed off people
left and right.
He even ran off his friend.

They got into an argument,
and the guy split.

You get a name,
credit card receipt?

Nope. Paid cash.

What were they fighting
about?

Don't know. But after he left,
there was this other guy...

who got way too drunk,
and he kept saying your victim
wouldn't see nightfall.

You got a description
of that guy?

Kinda scrawny with,
like, a flattop.

And a scar over his right eye.

Don't even think about it,
because the answer is no.

No, what?

You don't have a wife,
so I'm saying it for her.

No, you can't have
a motorcycle.

Anyone with your attention span
has no business riding
anything like this.

Hey, I found out the victim
was a world-class ass-wipe.
There's plenty of those around.

And a guy with a flattop
and a scar over his right eye...

was threatening to kill him
all afternoon.

Good to know.
Here's my prelim.

In addition to the stab wounds,
I also found needle marks
on his hip.

Probably for diabetes.
So I'm going to fire off
a tox report.

[ Mutters ]

[ Horn Honking ]

[ Speaks Spanish ]

Excuse me. I, um,
have a wife to go home to.
Mm-hmm.

Listen, the guy's been to
a lot of bars around here,
so get crackin'.

Ah. I already
got it covered.

Got that surveillance video,
Detective.
Hey, Dr. Sanchez.

I already hit a few bars
like you said.

I'll compare these to the three
bar stamps on the victim's hand,
then assemble a video timeline.

Have it for you
in a few hours.

Okay, good. Go in there.
Match up these bikes
with their owners.

What, just because
of the leather jacket?

Our vic's too cleaned up
to be a biker.

No, these bikes
are too expensive to be
owned by real bikers.

But rich, obnoxious ass-wipes
that everybody hates?
Now, that shows real promise.

Gone through his entire
last few hours.

This tape here gives us
the best footage of our victim.

Here he comes.
And he looks pretty wasted.

[ Jim ]
An old enemy, maybe?

Or just someone
he met on the boardwalk
and pissed off royally?

I haven't seen him
with anyone I'd say looks even
remotely close to a friend.

Looks like he was
picking fights with everyone.

All right. Anything else
on the scrawny guy with
the scar and the flattop?

Nothing. But I cross-checked
all motorcycles
with their owners.

All present
and accounted for.

Yeah, there's something
about that leather jacket.

A $2,500 leather jacket
doesn't mean he rides.
Just means he's rich.

And obnoxious. Someone
a bunch of people clearly
hated enough to want him dead.

"A bunch of people"?
Mm-hmm.

This isn't
Murder on the Orient Express.
He was just a jackass.

Maybe he pissed off
a gang of real bikers.

Real bikers stay clear
of nic places
like Cancun's.

Hey, I put our vic's
prints on the wire.

Now, he's not in the system
as a criminal, but I did
get something else--

Really? Really?
Do you always
have to do that?

[ Sighs ]

I got a hit from the D.A.
in Palm Beach.

He did an internship there
years ago when he was at the
University of Miami Law School.

- Was he a prosecutor?
- Divorce attorney.
Biggest in the state.

Allan Slater, 51,
of Palm Beach, Florida.
[ Chuckles ]

A ruthless divorce attorney--
someone who made millions
out of tearing families apart...

and destroying
people's lives?

I'm thinking half the state
of Florida wanted this guy dead.

As in, "a bunch of people."

Mrs. Slater?
Yes?

Jim Longworth
with the F.D.L.E.

Let me guess.
Something happen to Allan?

How'd you know?
'Cause you're a cop
knocking on my front door,

and he's a divorce attorney
who has a knack for destroying
people's lives.

Had a knack. He's dead.

Cancun's.
That figures.

Nothing good ever
comes out of that place.

Not the cheating kind, huh?
Maybe your husband was.

- Not that I know of.
- Or at least that you'd ever
caught him at.

- Or maybe you did.
- Nope.

My husband was
a divorce attorney,
Detective.

Cancun's is a place where
people go to cut loose,

escape from
their unhappy marriages.

Maybe he was trawling
for business.

Oh, without his wife?
I'm sure he was trawling
for something.

Empty-headed
beach bunnies, maybe?
I wouldn't be caught dead there.

Interesting choice of words.

You know, I normally get more
emotion from victims' wives.

Which means you think
I had something
to do with his death.

Did you?
No.
Do you need my alibi?

Yeah. You got one
lying around?

I know how this works.
I was a crime reporter
for Channel 8 in Miami.

Interviewed a lot of cops.
I know how you think.

Wow. That actually makes me
feel a little uncomfortable.

So, you being the hot
on-air reporter on television--

that how you first got
on your husband's radar?

Allan saw something
he wanted, he took it.

Look, just because I'm not
sad he's gone doesn't mean
I'm happy about it either.

We had an arrangement.
Ah. Prenup, I'm guessing.

A generous one.
Allan was very fair
to all of his wives.

I knew what I was
getting into.
Allan diabetic?

No. Testosterone.

He liked
to feel invincible.

Who doesn't, right?
Hmm.

So, Allan roided out.
Geez. Must have been
fun to live with.

Not bad
if he's on your side.

Probably made a few enemies
along the way.
Any stand out?

[ Chuckles ]
Take your pick.

What's in there?

Dirt-- on judges,
clients, lawyers.
Anybody he needed to hurt.

Can I take this?
I don't have
the password anyway.

Ho! Allan did own a bike.

[ Scoffs ]
A bike? Try his baby.

Bought it for $400,000,
spent another 100,000
fixing it up.

500 grand for a bike?
Certainly didn't see it
at the crime scene.

Trust me, Allan
would never give up
his bike without a fight.

Maybe someone killed him
when they stole it.

Wow. You do know
how we think.

[ Jim ]
You ever heard of these?

Uh, chasteberry.
Sure.

If I were taking them,
what would that say about me?

That you had tender breasts,
irritability,
possible bloating.

Uh, is that possible
side effects of steroids?

No, of being a woman.

Oh. So it's like
an herbal birth control
to keep you chaste?

It's the opposite.
It's to help you
get pregnant.

Oh, are you thinking about
starting a family?

Someday.
[ Chuckles ]

No, this is wife trouble.
My dead guy.

Ah. How's that going?

Slowly. He was
a divorce attorney.

'Cause no one wants
to kill them.

How's Jeff doing?

He's fine. He's a little
spooked about coming home
to an empty house.

But he'll get over it.
He always does.

Are you sure
he was crying wolf?

Are you trying
to scare me too?
Yeah, a little.

Found a pair of boot prints
near one of your windows.

It-- This was on Tuesday?

Yeah, Tuesday.
Tuesday.

Tuesday is when the bug guy
comes and sprays the entire
perimeter of my house.

And trust me,
I know how bad guys operate.

And I haven't noticed
any unusual activity
in the neighborhood.

And Jeff does have a history
of crying wolf. He called me
three times last week.

All right, you know what?
If Jeff is spooked about
going back to an empty house,

why doesn't he come
to the station
after school, hang out?

I don't want him
hanging out after school.

Oh, yeah. 'Cause a kid
can get in so much trouble
at a police station!

You know what I mean.

Okay. Fine.

Just make sure he finishes
his homework.

Absolutely. No question.

Right.
[ Phone Rings, Beeps ]

Daniel.
Find our victim's bike?

Sort of. I found Craig Daniels,
Slater's trainer
and bike mechanic.

At least according
to Florida Law Journal.

Sounds like he's the friend
Slater fought with the night
of the murder.

And hold it.

Breathe. Nice.

Craig Daniels?
Jim Longworth.

Later, jerk.
Can't you see I'm at work?

Well, no, I can see you're
actually putting this poor lady
through unnecessary rigor...

just so you can stare
at her ass.

See? I'm working too.

Take five, babe.

And you hydrate.

What the hell do you want?
Well, for starters, Popeye,

you can take your tone
down a notch.

Pretty smart mouth for a guy
I could snap in two.
Did you bring backup?

No. Just me.

What the hell do you want?

I understand you and your boss
were involved in a fight
at Cancun's Beach Club.

Wasn't a fight.

You do know he was murdered,
right?

I didn't hear
from him, so...

I figured
something was wrong.

But he's not my boss.
I train him.

Yeah. You also
take care of his bike.

[ Scoffing ]
"Take care of"?

I rebuilt that thing
from scratch.

That bike
is a museum piece
thanks to me.

Whew. Then you must be
pretty pissed off...

when he gets the covers
and all the accolades.

Your name?
Barely mentioned once.

His money, his bike.

Yeah. Your talent,
your hard work.

Everyone I talked to about him
says he's a real dick.

Well, they didn't
know him like I did.

See, we grew up two houses
apart in Astatula.
We were like brothers.

Well, what did you two brothers
fight over the night
he was murdered?

He was drinking too much.
I told him to stop,
and he wouldn't.

So you weren't exactly
brothers, were you?

I mean, you cleaned up
his messes, polished his bike.
He was your meal ticket.

He was my partner.

I train a lot
of rich trophy wives.

If I found one
that was a little
unhappy in her marriage,

I'd churn her
a little bit.

I fed the business to Allan.
Messing around
with people's marriages...

your idea of sport, sport?

You know what they say.
All's fair. Why shouldn't
my buddy make some cash?

Oh, I don't know.
'Cause sometimes maybe
innocent children are involved?

And I want to open
my own gym.

And Allan was gonna
cosign on a loan.

So you tell me, smart guy--
Why would I kill him?

I don't know.
Oh, hey.

Maybe the half million dollars
you'd get if you sold his bike--

an Eddie Trotta that's missing.

"Baby"? [ Scoffs ]
You think I killed
my friend over Baby?

Baby?

Yeah. That's what
he called his bike.

Excuse me for a second.

Daniel,
you know the password
we were looking for?

Try B-A-B-Y.

[ Jim ] We were able to crack
his notebook, and we found
Wade Conners.

He owned four
Harley dealerships in Florida
before the divorce.

That the guy
who threatened to kill
your divorce attorney?

Thanks to Allan Slater,
he lost his business,
his home, his family,

ended up bankrupt
and in rehab, all thanks
to our dead divorce attorney.

Hmm.
He also has a history
of violence.

His ex-wife filed
a restraining order on him.
So where's Wade now?

Fixing Sea-Doos in Orlando.
So I call the dealership.

He hasn't turned up
for a couple of days.
Nice.

I got a couple of
plainclothes F.D.L.E. guys
down at Cancun's...

making sure that no one there
is protecting the guy,

or that Wade's not
stupid enough to return.

Where are you going?
To warn Wade Conners's ex-wife.

[ Grunting ]
[ Tools Clicking ]

[ Jim ]
Killer Bronco.

[ Sighs ]
Jim Longworth, F.D.L.E.

- I'm guessing
you're not Wade Conners.
- Uh, Shane. Wade's my dad.

I'm looking for your dad.
Is he here?

No, he's not allowed
to come here.

Why not?

Came by last week
when I was at school,
drunk off his ass.

Got in a fight with my mom.
Broke a window.

Wow. Makes sense.

If I'd lost this place
to a divorce, I'd be
pretty pissed off too.

Uh, you have any idea
when I can find him?

Don't know,
don't care.

Is your mom around?

She's with her boyfriend.
You know?

Where that is
is anybody's guess, huh?

You know, I used to have
one of these in college.

Mine was a straight six.
What's this?

302.
Oh.

V-8.

This baby yours?

Yeah, I got it
for being good.

What, like a bribe?
What for?

For allowing my soon-to-be
step-dad to move us to L.A...

as soon as
the school year's over.

And you're not happy
about that?

Well, it is L.A.

Look, I'm sorry,
but my dad's not here.
I gotta go clean up.

You know, do my homework.
Sure.

Hey, I need to get
a hold of your mom.
Do you have her number?

Yeah. Uh, 561--

[ Groans ]
I got no bars.

I hate my carrier.
Can I use your phone?

Yeah. My mom's
number's in there.
Cool. Thanks.

Won't be a second.

[ Cheering ]
[ Phone Rings ]

Yeah?

- Hey, where are you?
I got your 20 bucks.
- Who's this?

It's Jim.
You loaned me 20 bucks.
I want to pay you back.

All right. All right.

- Yeah, you at Cancun's?
- Yeah.

Our guy's at Cancun's.

It's pretty crowded in here.
Raise your hand
so I can see you.

All right.

He's the guy with his hand
in the air.

We got him.

[ Groans ]
What are--

What are you guys doing?

[ Booing ]

Hey, thanks.
I left a message.

Yeah. Hey, be good.

[ Key Clicks ]

[ Key Clicks ]
[ Sighs ]

Oh, my gosh.
There really are 3,000
guys with neck tats.

Yeah, and that's just
in the state of Florida.

Are you gonna be
all right here?
I need to go see a guy.

It's a police station.
What could happen?

Hey, keep looking.
Let me know if you
find your guy, all right?

Okay.

[ Key Clicking ]

[ Phone Ringing In Distance ]

Hey, Wade!

[ Groans ]

I feel like I got an ax
stuck in my head.

That how you got
your scar?

I don't recall.

Or maybe when you busted
a window on that really nice
house you used to have.

You know? The one
that Slater hijacked...

along with your
Harley franchises,
your home, your family.

I didn't kill him, okay?

I got a witness saying that
they heard you planned to.
Come on, admit it.

You went to Cancun's
to get him back,
didn't you?

I went there
to get my life back.

To get my son's
respect back.

You know what it's like
to fail your kid?

Not really.
You want to tell me?

I went away to rehab.

Anger management.

When I got back,

I had to work three jobs
just to pay back the lawyers.

Barely even saw Shane.

He thought
I didn't care anymore.

What was your plan?

Shane and I always talked
about this invention
I had in my head.

[ Chuckles ]
He called it
the Super Muffler.

Cuts emissions,
improves mileage.

So... I sold my truck.

Made a prototype.
Came down here to see
if I could get some investors.

But I never got the chance.

Stopped off for lunch
and saw that bald,
shiny head in the crowd.

I always said
if I ever saw that bastard
outside a courtroom, I would--

So you followed him.

I had a drink
to steady my nerves--
which I hadn't done in months.

And I ran my mouth,
trying to work myself up to it.

But then I got too drunk.

Passed out in my van.

Great alibi, Wade.
Way to win your son's
respect back.

You talk to Shane?
Is he okay?

Yeah, I did.
He's a great kid.

No thanks to you.

[ Key Clicking ]

[ Typing ]

[ Key Clicks ]

[ Key Clicking ]

[ Callie On Monitor ]
Are you crazy?
Ray, he's seven.

Come on. He'll be fine.
We're just going to the end
of the block and back, right?

Yeah.
All right.
You ready?

Yeah!
All right.

[ Callie ]
Ray. Ray!

Honey. He can do this,
all right? I got him.

All right. Come on.
[ Callie ]
Be so careful.

So you're watching that
again, huh?

You know this Sorento
has literally, like,
hundreds of stations...

and a satellite radio?

Or the MP3 jack.
You can listen
to whatever you want.

Or we could talk.

[ Beeping ]

[ Sighs ] Jeff, you don't
need to start that again.
We're almost home.

You lied to me.
What are you
talking about?

You lied to me.

You said that Dad was
in the wrong place
at the wrong time.

That he made
a stupid mistake.

He made a lot of
stupid mistakes, didn't he?

Look, I saw Dad's arrest report
at the police station, okay?

- Jim showed you?
- Don't blame Jim!

Mom, don't blame anybody!
Just blame yourself!

You're the one
who's been lying to me!

Honey, I was trying
to protect you.

You don't need to know
about all of that.
All of what?

That Dad's done so many
stupid things in his life
that he may never get out?

- He's going to get out.
- Why should I believe you?

- You're just a liar.
- Jeff, come back here.

[ Door Slams ]
[ Sighs ]

You still don't have
the time of death?
What the hell's taking so long?

It's tricky. I can't use
liver temp or digestion
because he hadn't eaten.

Which leaves me
with livor mortis
and a potassium eye test.

So we're waiting
on lab results.
What difference does it make?

I heard you caught the guy.
Yeah.
The ex-husband.

He's got motive
out the ying-yang,
but I'm light on facts.

I got him on public intox,
but that's only 'cause
he's too broke to make bail.

I've been running profiles
on potential murder weapons...

based on the depth and angle
of the victim's stab wounds.

The wounds are cleaved
but very shallow,

so it could be
a small pocketknife
or a specialty kitchen tool.

So the main form of death
still stabbing?
I can't tell conclusively...

till I nail the time of death,
and I can't confirm that until--

Till you get
the lab results.
All right.

Thanks.

So, what do we do now?

What we should have done
hours ago-- get a beer.

** [ Tropical ]

[ Motorcycle Rumbling ]

** [ Continues ]

[ No Audible Dialogue ]

Sorry I'm late.
Line for the men's room
is murder.

So to speak.
Right. Good one.

- Which is why if I had to go,
I'd come back here.
- Me too.

Bring your blood kit?
Yeah.

Oh, you mean--
Yeah.

Yeah.

[ Woman ]
Hey! Hey, guys!

[ Trilling ]
Over here!

- Hi.
- Come on up.
We're doing shooters.

Oh, sorry.
We're on a bit
of a tear here.

Ohh! That's no fun.

Oh, you have no idea.

[ Jim ]
That's a good bird's-eye
view from up there.

You get the surveillance tape
on the patrons from the bar
up there?

Da-- Daniel?

Hey.
What?
Oh. Uh, no. No.

Not-Not here
at the Iguana Café.
Not there?

Not there.
Um, I focused on places
the victim had been...

based on the bar stamps
on his hand.

But I will get them for you
as soon as I am done here.
Yeah. Thank you.

[ Clears Throat ]

Tox screens and lab results.

About time.
Cause of death.

Uh, maybe not.
Tox screens found crystallized
tubules in his kidneys.

Meaning what?
Meaning he was poisoned
with antifreeze.

Stabbed and poisoned?
That's weird.

You know what else is weird?
Slater had a vasectomy.

So?
So, he was taking
steroid shots...

to prove to the world
how big his cojones are.

I mean, even for an attorney,
that's a pretty big
conflict of interest, right?

- Don't get me started on them.
- Thanks to a Dateline
clip on YouTube,

everyone knows
if you're gonna poison someone,
antifreeze is the way to go.

- How would you mask the taste?
- It's actually pretty easy
because it's so sweet.

Its active ingredient
is ethylene glycol.
It's a toxic form of alcohol.

- What about the color?
- Yeah, you could mix it with
Mountain Dew or a Red Bull.

Or RevitalAde.
[ Daniel ]
Oh.

Regarding
the surveillance video--

I've run through
the entire day of the murder,

and no sign of Slater
or his buddy Craig Daniels.

Whoa. Freeze it.
Enlarge it. Go back. Go back.

Back, back, back, back.
There.

Well, if it isn't
Mrs. Allan Slater.

Who said she'd never be
caught dead on the boardwalk.

What happened
to the butterfly tattoo?

Excuse me?

[ Sighs ]
Is there something I can do
for you, Detective?

We got a break
in your husband's case.
Turns out he was poisoned.

Poisoned? You sure?
Positive.

Good choice. Ripe.

Good news is
is that a poisoner
fits a very narrow profile.

Someone who's close to him.
Someone who couldn't
confront him,

but was very intimate
with his habits.

You know, what he liked
to eat or... drink.

Sound like anyone
you know?

Okay, so I like RevitalAde.

Ooh. Forgot the best part.

Picture of you...
looking very unlike you.

That kind of inspired us to look
at surveillance on the day
that your husband was murdered.

Looks like you could be
caught dead at Cancun's
after all.

Hmm?

You thought that just by
putting on a hoochie skirt
and a $10 henna tattoo...

that you could undo
eight years of neglect
and roided-out abuse?

I wanted him to see
that I have a carefree
beach bunny side too.

Probably hard to feel
all beach bunny-ish...

with that biological clock
ticking in your ears.

Found it
on your kitchen counter.

Alongside the folic acid
selenium.

Herbal fertility
supplements.

I take them for P.M.S.

Or to get pregnant,
which is what it's starting
to sound like to me.

You're the fourth
Mrs. Allan Slater.

You saw the prenuptial
writing on the wall,

so you came up with
a plan "B," as in "baby."

That way Allan would have to pay
child support, not to mention
the house, the Land Rover.

If I wanted
to have his baby,
why would I kill him?

Because you found out
he got snipped--
as in the vasectomy.

And that really
pissed you off.

[ Sighs ]
Okay, I went there
to confront him.

But that's all.

For all of our fighting,
we had great makeup sex.

I saw him drinking,
having a good time.

He never drinks.

A high-powered lawyer
that doesn't drink?

His body was his temple--
or so he thought.

He never put anything
into his body that his trainer
Craig didn't provide.

We're not open yet.

So, you got the loan
after all.

That's weird, 'cause I found
your application in the trash
folder of Allan's computer.

How the hell
did you find this place?

I'm good.

Well, that,
and an office intern
made some calls.

Found out that despite
you being turned down
for a loan,

you recently signed a lease
on this place.

You come into some cash?

I got nothing more
to say to you.
No, I bet you do, actually.

Well, your bro Allan
was just murdered, so we know
the money didn't come from him.

Do I smell something?
Like gas maybe.

Hey, stay away from there.
Yeah, yeah,
definitely gas.

Hey. Unless you got
a warrant, you're about
to lose your arm.

Actually, don't need
a warrant, sport.

Not for
a public health violation.
[ Groans ]

Oh, Baby!
[ Chuckles ]
Hmm.

Oh, yeah.

I'm sure he had his reasons
for not cosigning on the loan.

Yeah, he was an ass-wipe.
All you were to him was
a lackey from Astatula...

who reminded him
of how far he'd come.

And, hey, why be rich
if you can't rub it
in someone's face?

That what you guys were
fighting about that night?
I told you he was drinking.

Which he'd only do
with your permission.

Our lab found high levels
of alcohol in his blood.

Not the kind that you get
from a bar, but, uh,
ethyl glycol.

The kind you get
at Pep Boys.

Which give you the same
woozy effects as if
you've been drinking.

So you guys, uh,
had one last workout.

You got pumped for
a sun-and-surf day at Cancun's,

and you poisoned him
with antifreeze,

which pairs really well
with RevitalAde.

If we test this for trace
ethylene glycol...

with your prints
all over it,
we got you for murder.

[ Phone Rings ]

[ Beeps ]
Yeah?

Forget poisoning.
That's not
the cause of death.

[ Sighs ]
Ah, man. Sorry.
Not murder.

[ Sighs ]
Thanks.

[ Phone Beeps ]

But attempted murder.
[ Snaps ]

- [ Door Opens ]
- And this time
I did bring backup.

[ Handcuffs Clicking ]
[ Grunts ]

[ Agent ]
All right, let's go.

Tension pneumothorax?
Yeah.

One of the stab wounds
nicked his lung cavity,
causing a small leak.

It took me
a while to find it.
He basically suffocated.

Before the antifreeze
killed him?

Yep. We also swept the alley.
Found both Slater
and Wade Conners's blood.

He must have
stabbed him there.
You run the D.N.A.?

Not yet.
Wade's AB-negative.
It's a rare type.

Only one percent
of the population.
I don't know.

Yeah, no, it's rare.
I'm telling you.

No, no, no.
I mean, I don't totally
buy Wade's guilt.

What's not to buy?
You said he had motive, right?

I believe your legal term
was "out the ying-yang"?

Yeah. And I found this.

Super Muffler?
Yeah. He invented it.

He was bringing it down here
to find investors.
I mean, this guy had a plan.

He was trying
to make a fresh start.

Just because it's an old wound
doesn't mean it's healed.

Hey. Can I talk to you?

Sure.

Mug shots? That's what you
thought would ease Jeff's mind?

I just thought if Jeff
felt more in control
of his situation--

Jim, he saw his dad's
arrest and conviction report.

What? No, no, no.
That's impossible.

I specifically blocked him
from that.
Oh, my God. He's 13!

He's found more ways
around parental control
than I can come up with.

And, no, you know what?
Before you apologize,
I want you to hear me.

My son's heart is broken,
and he's pissed off at me...

for lying to him
for all these years,
and I don't blame him.

All right. I'm sorry.
I mean, you're right.
You're absolutely right.

Look, that's not
what I meant to happen.
Please--

I know you're only trying
to help, but please stop
fanning Jeff's insecurities...

by looking for some
phantom Peeping Tom.

[ Doors Close ]

Sorry.

Oh, no, I meant, sorry,
you're still not off the hook.

I didn't poison him.
That was Craig.

And I heard you have
the killer in custody.

A suspect, yeah.

Who threatened
my husband all day.

Well, that's because
your husband was
a divorce attorney...

who made his fortune
out of destroying
people's lives.

You know, like the guy
we got in custody.

A fortune that's now
entirely yours. Huh.

I told you we have a prenup.

Death trumps prenup.
You know that.

Unless old Allan was planning
on giving it all to charity.

Mm, yeah.
I really didn't think so.

I gave up my career
to be Mrs. Allan Slater.
Yeah.

And then when you
realized that you couldn't,
that all you had left...

was the bluster and emotional
abuse of a man who was never
gonna change, you thought,

"Man, why won't
the prick just die?
Then it can all be mine--

the money, the firm,
the baby," so to speak.

Fine.

But you needn't bother
telling me not to leave town.

I know--
You know how we think.
Yeah, got it.

[ Groans ]

Why's Daniel looking
at a federal database
for violent crimes?

'Cause Callie made me
promise that I wouldn't.

You know,
I've never been married.

But from what I've seen,
divorce can be pure hell.

You got scumbag lawyers
that are keeping
the meter running,

pushing dates,
filing motions, keeping
those wounds nice and fresh.

In the end, gets to the point
where that person you loved,
you hate so much...

you'll give anything
and everything just
to get away from them--

your business, your house,
your money.

But there is one thing
that you'll fight
to the death for-- your son.

No way a guy like you
lets your ex-wife take
your son interstate--

unless a ruthless
divorce attorney makes it
so you don't have a choice.

So you used
your whole life's savings
fighting for Shane,

and just like that--
[ Snaps ]
Slater just steals your son.

So...

you killed him.

[ Clipboard Slides Away ]

I can't confess
to something I didn't do.

You spent the whole day
threatening to kill him, then
at 6:00 someone finds his body.

No one can vouch for
where you were after 5:00.

And we also got
your blood type in the alley
where he got stabbed.

Then we got your blood type
on his clothes.

My blood ty--
As in D.N.A.?

Well, kind of.

But enough to get a court order
so we can test and determine
a D.N.A. profile.

When we get that, we can
prove with 99% accuracy...

who followed him into the alley
and who killed Allan Slater.

You don't have
to do the test.

I can't take this anymore.

Hey. Nice work
on the confession.

Uh, hello?

I said nice job.

You know, everyone's
always so down
on television.

But it's really helped
educate the public
on how forensics work.

What the hell are you
talking about?
Excuse me.

Uh-- Uh--

[ Scoffs ]
You're welcome.

[ Jim ]
You got a hot date?

Pimping your ride.

Look, I told you,
all right?
My dad's not here.

Oh, yeah. I know.
He confessed to killing
Allan Slater.

He's going away
for good this time.

Well, th-that's too bad...
for him.

I know you're not
half as pissed at your dad
as you pretend to be.

That's why you specifically
asked for the old truck.

Because when you were little,
he had one.

Whew. How'd you get
that bump on your head?

What, did you get
in a fight?

Just being stupid.

Down at Cancun's, maybe?

See, we found blood there
that we matched
to your dad's type.

But when I explained to him
that we could test it,

find out who really killed
Allan Slater, he confessed...

before we could test
for D.N.A.

Because it was your blood,
wasn't it, Shane?

So you wanna tell me
what really happened?

Or are you good with your dad
going away forever?

That son of a bitch.

It wasn't enough he had
to ruin my dad's life.

No, no, he had to keep
us apart too.

My dad saw that bastard
go into Cancun's and...

he called me up,
and he said that--

that he was gonna fix
his sorry ass for good.

He'd been drinking,
so I called him all day,
over and over,

but he wouldn't answer,
and I thought he might
do something stupid.

So you drove over there?
I saw that bastard go into
the alley to take a leak.

Then I warned him
about my dad,
but he wouldn't listen.

He just kept laughing at me
and-and saying that...

talking to him broke
the custody agreement,

that he was gonna have
my dad arrested.

I got mad.
You know-- I-I shoved
that son of a bitch.

Then his face got all red
and he pinned me
up against the wall.

He said he was gonna
kick my skinny ass.

You were scared
for your life.
I couldn't breathe.

I-I just wanted him
to let go of me.

Look, this is all my fault.

All right? My-My dad
can't go to jail for this.

No. It's not entirely
your fault.

I mean, Slater attacked you.
He threatened your life.

You did what anyone would do.
You defended yourself.

Look, no promises, son.

But you help us out on this,
it'll go a long way...

to making a prosecution
and a judge see things
in a favorable light.

That way,
maybe you and your dad
can have that second chance.

Starting with this.

The Super Muffler?

He built it?
Yeah, he did.

It's a hell of an idea too.

He actually built it.

Daniel, go home.

I'm not paying you enough
to stay this late.

Actually, I don't
get paid at all.

Really?

Mm. I think you should
see this though.

VICAP got a hit
on your tattoo guy.
William Cobb.

He's on parole after serving
four years for armed robbery
and sexual assault.

His last known address
is a trailer park
just a few miles up the road.

Daniel, whatever they're
not paying you,
it's still not enough.

[ Breathing Heavily ]

[ Grunting ]

Don't move, or you're dead.

Drop it.
You got this all wrong,
pal.

She's my girlfriend.
Shut up, asshole.

Dude, chill!
I was just gonna--
You were just gonna shut up!

[ Groans, Screams ]

Suspect in custody.

Thanks for setting up
surveillance on the place.

Hey, do me a favor.
Read him his rights.

I'll check on the occupants,
make sure they're safe.

You have the right
to remain silent.
[ Groans ]

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
an attorney, one will be
appointed to you.