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Oh, this is ridiculous.
We're never gonna find it.

We're gonna find it, okay?
Just take
the penalty stroke.

Look, the ball's
not gonna bite you.

No, but a snake
or an alligator might.

Look, your ball is totally lost,
so just take the penalty stroke.

Not so fast, okay? Look.

Oh, ye of little faith.

- Oh, it's just--
[ Gasps ] Oh, my God!
- Son of a bitch! What the hell?

- Oh, my God!
- Mister, are you okay?

Help.

You never struck me
as a read-the-labels
kind of guy.

You never struck me
as an Axium Aftershave
kind of girl.

It's for Jeff.
He's going to
sleepaway camp.

Oh, I didn't realize he--
No, he doesn't. He just
wants to smell like he does.

- That's smart.
- Callie. Hi.

Heather.

Um, oh, Jim helped me
move some boxes
out of my garage today.

So I'm making him
my grandmother's famous lasagna.
Straight from the old country.

Why is it that everything
from the old country just
sounds so much better?

I know, right?

Hey, hey, I found the one
that you wanted. No sugar.
Not a speck.

Oh, great. Thanks.

I'll go meet you
at the register.

Yeah.
Sorry. I just--

Oh, yeah, right.
[ Chuckles ]

Her great-grandmother
used canned tomatoes.

Callie--
You know what?
You don't have to explain.

I have no claims on you.
If you want to date Heather,
date Heather.

We're not actually dating.

[ Sighs ]
That was a little awkward.

[ Cell Phone Rings ]

Carlos, hey, man. Uh,

no, not a bad time
at all, um--

Right. No. No.
I'll be right there.

I'll see you--
I'll see you tonight.

Yeah.

I've seen some golf courses
in my time,

but this is a work of art.

Home base for
the rich and famous.

So on your salary,
take it in while you can.

I've never seen
fairways so tight.

Did you see that
approach shot on 12?

No. No, no. But did you see
the dead body in front of me?

- Douglas Packard.
- Mm-hmm.

Looks like he's
having a bad day.

Night, actually.

He was found barely alive,
but died right after.

Still trying to determine
the time of the attack
and what he was attacked with.

Well, one of these
would be my guess.

It does kind of match the size
and depth of the impression.

But he wasn't wearing
any golf shoes, so he
wasn't here to play golf.

That didn't stop someone
with access...

to one of the most exclusive
golf courses in the world...

from teeing off on his head.

[ 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.

If the murder weapon
was a golf club,
I can't find it.

I've had a lot of experience
finding golf clubs...

that have been thrown
out of anger into the reeds.

What's this reddish brown stuff
on his hands? It's not blood.

I don't know.
I'll have to check.

You know I have
done this before.

I ran Douglas Packard's name
through our system.

- It turns out he was just let
out of prison four days ago.
- What was he in for?

He served nine months
for administering a controlled
substance to a woman...

which resulted in
a near fatal car accident.

So any idea
when he was attacked?

Based on the swelling
and the color of his bruises,

the injuries occurred sometime
between midnight and 2:00 a.m.

His last phone call
was 11:03 p.m.

[ Dialing ]
Let's see who this is?

Hi. Uh, who's this?

Terry Evans? Jim Longworth.

Called you earlier.
Uh, yeah. Come in.

Ooh. Nice place.

Thank you.
But it's not mine. It's--

Mine. Hi. Scott Winters.

It's you.
You're Scott Winters.

This is Terry,
my business manager.

I am such a big fan
of your game.

I would kill to have
your touch on the green.

Kill?
Is that a joke?

My friend is dead
and you're clowning with me?
Oh, no.

Unintentional.
But, uh, hey, sorry
about your friend.

It's just that Terry was
the last person he called.

So I thought
I'd start with you.
How'd you know him?

Uh, we were all friends
since high school.

Doug was Scott's caddie.

Oh, you mean
until he was convicted
of drugging a woman.

Roofies, right?
The date rape drug.

Yeah, I mean, what, he lacked
the charm to get into her pants
the old-fashioned way?

Maybe slipped her
a little something
to get things moving.

Oh, sorry.

I don't know why he did it.
Oh.

But she got into an accident
on her way home,
ruined her career.

Yeah, her golf career.

And by her, we are referring
to, uh, Kim Nichols.

I spoke to the D.A.
in Doug's trial
on the way over, so--

Doug felt terrible
about that.

Yeah, not so terrible
that he tried to blame
Terry for it.

The D.A. said that
Doug kept saying...

that it was you
that drugged the woman,
right up to his plea deal.

That was Doug being Doug just
looking for a card to play
so he could plea down.

- I didn't drug anybody.
- Or Doug was actually
telling the truth...

and he got out of prison
super pissed that he did
your time...

- and then you had to beat him
to death when he attacked you.
- That's crazy.

Oh, you're kidding?
Your own private putting green?
Gotta get me one of these.

[ Chuckles ]
So what'd he call
you about last night?

He was drunk.
He rambled on
about old times...

and he apologized for
trying to blame me
last year.

In my experience, no one
dies over an apology.
Maybe a lack of one.

- Where do you live?
- In a house two blocks down.

Oh. And did either of you
see Doug last night?

No.
No. But Doug called me
as soon as he got out.

I invited him over
and he said he'd stop by,

but I never heard from him
after that.

Where were you
at midnight last night?

- In a live chat room
with my fans.
- At midnight?

My fans in Dubayy.
I'm playing there next week.

Scott gets a million dollar
appearance fee
from his sponsors in Dubayy.

A million dollars
for a round of golf?
Get out! Huh! And you?

I was at my house watching
Hot Tub Time Machine
on pay-per-view.

Now that is a good alibi.
No one would lie about that.

Look, Doug wasn't perfect,
but he was a friend.

So if there's anything
I can do to help,
seriously, just call.

Oh, trust me.
I will.

Hey.
Hey.

[ Sighs ]

Look, Callie, I'm not
trying to get in the middle
of anything here.

It's okay.
But clearly I am.

I realize that you and Jim
have something there
for each other,

but it's not happening
for you right now, so--

You're really not asking me
if you could date Jim, right?

You mean like permission? No.
[ Chuckles ]

It's just that my job has me
in and out of this hospital,

so we're obviously gonna be
running into each other.

I just don't want things
to be weird and uncomfortable.

Well, they're weird
and uncomfortable, so--

So... that's all
you've got to say?

That's all I can say
about it.

So it's okay then?

I thought you
weren't going to
ask me for permission.

I'm gonna take the stairs.
[ Elevator Bell Dings ]

Hey, here's the file
from Doug Packard's
criminal investigation...

and his victim,
up-and-coming golfer
Kim Nichols.

Great. Oh, and, uh, find
out if Scott Winters dot
backslash whatever,

see if he was online
doing a chat on the night
of the murder.

And Terry Evans?

Find out if his taste
in pay-per-view
is really that bad.

- You establish
cause of death?
- Massive head trauma.

- Murder weapon?
- Thinking golf club,

which we haven't
been able to locate yet.

Okay. Oh, and I need those boxes
of evidence as soon as possible.

Do you want to
take that one too?

I'll take care of it.

Says here that Kim was so
angry during her testimony
against Doug,

she had to be restrained
by court security.

Looks like I need to have
a talk with Kim Nichols.

Oh, and call me as soon as you
get Doug Packard's financials.
Or should I be talking to you?

Me? No.
I don't do financials.

Right. Sorry.
I get you two mixed up
all the time.

Dr. Sanchez?
What?

As you know,
I've been an intern
here for a while now.

And while I'm grateful
for the opportunity--
Get to the point, Daniel.

I put a request in
with Director Manus
for a paid internship.

Paid, huh?
Yeah.

So that's what all this
ass kissing is about?

I was wondering
if you had any advice...

on how I could persuade
the director to, you know,
pay me.

Mmm. I'll tell you what.
The director loves initiative.

You know those boxes
she was asking me about?

The ones stacked
all over your office.
Mm-hmm.

If you were to take
those witness statements,

alphabetize them,
log them by year...

and organize them according
to investigating officer,
that would seal the deal.

Uh, yeah, yeah.
Okay, when does she need them?
Day after tomorrow.

But you can't drop the ball
on your other duties.
I won't, Dr. Sanchez. Thanks.

Kim Nichols,
Jim Longworth, F.D.L.E.

That is the single
ugliest thing I've
ever seen in my life.

No, seriously.

They're not ugly,
they're adorable.

But unfortunately,
they're orphans.

Yeah, 'cause they're ugly.
[ Gunshot ]

What the hell was that?

A bang stick.
[ Gunshot ]

An alligator broke through
the netting last night.

A wounded manatee is like
ringing the dinner bell
for them.

Kill a gator to
save a manatee, huh?

Yeah, well,
we only use a single .44.

But they're usually blanks.

We've had to use
live ammunition before,

but the goal was just
to scare them off.

Is there anything
I can help you with?

Maybe. Doug Packard
was clubbed to death
last night...

at the Fountain Bay
Golf Course.

What?

He got out of jail?

Yeah. Four days ago.
You weren't notified
of his release?

I, uh,
knew the date was approaching.

I guess I was just,
uh, trying to forget.
That's understandable.

Where were you last night?

At a fund-raiser until 11:00.
Then I went home.

You friends
with Scott Winters?

Only professionally.

We were on tour together.
Kind of hard not to
run in to each other.

Is that how you met Doug,
Scott's caddie?

Both he and Terry,
Scott's business manager.

You know, I understand
the whole entourage thing,

but I don't get why a nice guy
like Scott has to hang out
with those two parasites.

So you've got no issues
with Scott?
No, none.

You know, he encouraged me
early on in my career,
kinda took me under his wing.

Yeah. Well, you testified
that Doug drugged you
at Scott's house.

That wasn't Scott's fault.

It was a party.
A lot of people there.

Doug got wasted,
starting calling me Yoko.

Thought I was gonna break up
their little band or something.

I had a beer
and I drove home.

The next thing I know I wake up
in an emergency room
and my golf career was over.

And you blamed Doug.
Hey, I didn't blame Doug.
He confessed.

In fact, you had to be
restrained in court when you
were testifying against him.

Yeah. I was angry.
Yeah.

Golf was everything to me.
It paid my way through college.

But after I got away
from the game,

I realized how indulgent
and narrow my life had become.

I'm not saying I'm glad
the accident happened,

but my life has a purpose now.

I get to heal these wonderful
creatures, then set them free.

I guess that amounts
for something.
[ Gunshot ]

If someone took away
my ability to play golf,

murder would definitely
be on the table.

Oh, you did not just shape
the ball in this wind...

off a bad lie and get
three feet from the hole.

- Oh. [ Chuckles ]
- When I said I'd do
anything to help,

I didn't think that
included a round of golf.

Yeah, just working
the crime scene.

I've seen worse.

Kinda like my goal to break 80.

Any tips on my swing?
Well, your hands
are too far forward,

you're opening the club
at impact and your hips are
out of position at the finish,

but other than that
it's flawless.

Oh. So I guess I'll never
be as good as Kim Nichols, huh?

Then again,
she had the advantage
of your tutelage.

She said you took her
under your wing.

Kim had a perfect swing.
She was a natural.

It's a tragedy
what happened.

She went from shooting birdies
to shooting gators.

If her game had a flaw,
it was between the ears.

- How so?
- She couldn't shake off
a bad shot.

She'd bogey a hole,
get so mad she'd bogey
the next two.

[ Cell Phone Rings ]

Hey, I'll see you guys up there?

Daniel.

I got Doug Packard's
financials.

On the week
he was convicted,

$200,000 was deposited
into his savings...

from an offshore account.
You know from who?

Not without a warrant.
Should I talk to Manus
about that?

Hold off.
I have an idea.
[ Beeps ]

Hey, you wanna tap out?

Don't mind if I do.

Why don't we put a bit of money
on it? Make it interesting.

You're asking
a professional golfer
to bet on a three-foot putt?

- Fifty bucks says you blow it.
- Sure, I'll take your money.

I'll get in
on that action.

Oh, you know that phone call
I just got.

Found out something
very interesting about you
and your pal Doug.

I've stood over
10-foot putts...

for a two million dollar purse
and a Wanamaker on the line,
Detective.

You can't rattle me.
Oh, yeah?

What if we found out about
the 200 grand we think you paid
your former caddie...

to take the fall
for drugging Kim Nichols?

[ Taps Ball In Cup ]

Oh, come on.

What the hell
was that about?
Hey, he missed the putt, not me.

So he missed the putt.
It's not like that's some
kind of lie detector test.

Not something I can
get him in on charges.

But when the best putter
in the world misses
from three feet out,

I know something's going on.

He missed because
you were talking.

And why are you so focused
on Doug's old crime...

when you should be focused
on who killed him?

Why are you so focused on
what I'm focused on?

I think Doug was given money
to take the fall for
a crime he didn't commit.

Maybe Doug realized that nine
months and a felony record...

was worth
more than 200 grand,

so Scott killed him
when he got out
and was demanding more.

Scott's a millionaire
and Doug was one
of his best friends.

If Doug needed money,
Scott would have given it
to him.

He'd never... kill him.

Maybe it was you.
You're Scott's business manager.

Maybe you were giving Doug
money under the radar.

And you've got plenty of
motive to be protecting
your meal ticket.

If anyone has motive, it's Kim.
The drive she had for her career
bordered on obsession.

And she had a temper
to go with it.

If you don't believe me,
check out an interview
she did...

for Women's Golf Daily
a few months ago.

I told you, Detective,
I've moved on.

Yeah, I'm not really getting
that from your article.

See, you actually say
that Doug Packard got off
a little too easy.

He set out to rape you
and he raped you
of your career.

Sounds like your
purpose-driven life
is to end his.

Well, that article
is six months old.
Six whole months. Wow.

Not to put
too fine a point on it,

but you're not exactly known
for your cool head.

Your one major flaw,

the reason many think your
promising career didn't
take off, was your temper.

Yeah, well, I'm
a very passionate person,
and golf was everything to me.

Sometimes a dream
is just a dream.

Then one day you wake up
and you realize that you've
taken the wrong path.

You know, one of the things
that's helped me move on...

was knowing that Doug paid
the price for what he did to me
by going to prison.

Yeah, and four days after he
got out someone made him pay the
ultimate price by killing him.

It wasn't me, Detective.

I'll never be able to swing
a golf club again.

Life is telling me
to let it go, move on,
and I have.

Yeah. Question is...

how much anger
have you taken with you?

So tell me about this case
you're working on.

Really? You're interested
or you're just feeling
a need to--

No, I'm actually interested.
I mean who wouldn't be?
Your job is fascinating.

Well, it kind of is,
actually, when it's not
being a pain in the ass.

[ Laughs ]

Okay, well, we found
a dead body in the rough...

off the 14th fairway
at Fountain Bay Country Club.

You're kidding.
Well, at least I think
it was the 14th fairway.

No, I mean my dad's a member.
Oh, of course he is.

The south course,
unbelievably tough.
Whoa, wait. You play?

Well, I was on the girl's
state championship team
in high school,

and I sell pharmaceuticals
to doctors and buyers...

at every hospital chain
in the country,
so, yeah, I kinda play.

Oh, that--
that is so damn sexy.

[ Laughs ]

Are you thinking
what I'm thinking?

I'm so thinking
what you're thinking.

I hate you.
I actually hate you.

Well, my dad
was a scratch golfer
and he didn't have any sons.

I'm actually kinda maladjusted
by the whole thing.

Go on.
Get one out there.
All right.

Ahh. Pulled it.

You know, it wasn't
actually that bad.

Can I give you
some suggestions?
Yes, please. Suggest away.

When you get over the ball,
just try and settle into
your stance a little bit,

keep that arm straight
during your take-away,

try not to break your wrist
at the top of your swing...

and just make sure your hips
are always facing the target.

It's easy.

Okay.

- Wow. That felt--
- Amazing.

Yeah.
Yeah.

Amazing.
[ Chuckles ]

It's pretty good.

Three pounds, 2.1 ounces.

Three not very healthy pounds.

Exactly. Very good.

You know,
a lot of profiling actually
comes out of the autopsy.

For instance,
the curve in his spine and
the compression in the shoulder,

that tells me
he did manual labor.

Like carrying weight
for a living,
like golf clubs.

Make no mistake.
How you live your life
tells a story.

Amen to that.

As for his head wound
and what caused it,

the impression in his skull
has a 90-degree angle
and an edge,

like the hosel
of a golf club,

where the shaft of the club
and the blade of an iron
are joined,

allowing us to determine
conclusively that the murder
weapon was a golf club.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm good.
Oh.

You seem
a little distracted.

Oh, no. Yeah, I'm good.

Good.
So, now the meniscus.

Just--
It's, like, who made up
these rules anyway?

Rules?

For men,
it's so black and white.

And for women
we can see every shade,
you know.

So then you guys complain
that we can't make a decision.

And you know why that is?
Because we can't.

We have to consider
everything for everybody.

Of course, I want my life
back, but...

I've been taking care
of other people's needs
for so long...

I'm not even sure
I'd recognize it
if I saw it.

And do I want to be
with Jim? Yeah.

But how do I divorce
my son's father
while he's in prison?

And what is that going to do
to Jeff and our relationship?

You know what?
Maybe we should take
a little break.

Yeah. You know what?
We should take a break.

We should take a big break,
and then everybody can take
care of their own damn selves.

[ Sighs ]

Daniel.
[ Yawns ] Good morning,
Detective Longworth.

Long night?
I applied for
a paid position...

and Carlos is helping me
impress the director...

by letting me organize
these boxes that she needs.

By letting you.
Oh, that was nice of him.

Yeah. He's totally
got my back.

Oh, and I checked out
those things you wanted me
to look into.

Scott was definitely in a live
chat with fans in Dubayy...

from just before midnight
to 2:00 a.m. the night
of the murder,

which his I.P. address
confirmed was from his home.

So his alibi checks out.
How about Terry Evans?

Well, according to Terry's
cable bill,

he did order
Hot Tub Time Machine,

which started at 11:30
the night of the murder.

Like I said, not something
you lie about.

And Doug Packard?
I ran his credit card records
like you asked,

found out where he was
the night of the murder.

There is a single charge
to a bar and grill about a mile
from Fountain Bay.

Huh.

Hey.
What can I get for you?

Information, if you got it.
This guy come into the bar
about two nights ago?

Oh, my God. That's him.
That's the guy.

The guy?

We had to throw him out
during a fund-raiser.
Fund-raiser?

From the other night.
I have it on the security video.

Well, I showed you mine,
show me yours?

The guy was a real jerk.
She was no better.

She?

Yeah. The chick
he got into it with.

It was her fund-raiser.
She came in here all
little miss tree hugger,

and soon as she saw him,
she went insane.

Her. Right there.
That's the chick.

Kim Nichols.

Why did you lie to me?

I didn't.
You asked me where I was
and if I killed Doug.

I answered honestly
to both questions.

You want me to show you
the footage one more time?

You attacked Doug Packard,
the guy that drugged you...

and ruined your chances
for a pro career, and then two
hours later he turns up dead.

You really need to start
telling me the truth.

Okay, I lost it a little.

A little? You had two
big bouncers holding you back.
Okay, I lost it a lot.

But the guy shows up
to my fund-raiser drunk,

acting like what he did to me
was no big deal,

wondering why we can't just
put it all behind us.

And then he has the nerve
to ask for my forgiveness.

- Your forgiveness?
- Yeah.

Why would he ask
for your forgiveness
when he didn't even do it?

What do you mean
he didn't do it?
He confessed.

No, I'm kinda thinking
he just said he did it to earn
his way in with the entourage.

Well--
You know, take one
for the team.

Scott would never do that.
He-He-He would never do
something like that.

Well, some people confess
to get a lighter sentence.

Other people say
they've moved on when they
actually haven't, you know,

to avoid jail time.

No. You're trying
to trick me.

I don't need to trick you.

Someone drugged you
and killed your dream.

You were furious.
You thought it was Doug.

You lured him
onto the golf course and beat
him to death with a golf club.

It's the perfect irony
for the man that destroyed
your chances for the LPGA.

- No, I didn't kill Doug.
I couldn't have.
- Why?

There's so much scar tissue
on my labrum and damage
in my nerves on my shoulder...

that I can't lift a club
above my head.

Even if I wanted
to kill Doug,

I can't swing a club
hard enough to kill anybody.

Hi. Okay, finally
an actual person.

My name is Callie Cargill...

and I'm trying to schedule
a visit with my husband,
Raymond Cargill.

My call-in number
is 23-34D.

Cargill. Yeah.

What do you mean
that's not possible
at this time?

I'm confused.
What's an I.C. designation?

Is that isolation
or something?

Oh, you're not authorized
at this time. Great.

Can you put me on the phone
with someone who is?

No, don't put me back
in the prompt system.

No, you know what?
I have spent enough time
on that for one day.

Jesus, Ray, couldn't you
even play by the rules
in prison?

Hi. It's a warrant to see
the medical records
of Kim Nichols.

I saw Daniel organizing all
the boxes you've been stepping
over the last two weeks.

Hey, the kid wants to
earn his keep, the kid
should earn his keep.

Well, earn someone's keep.

Thank you.
Over here.

[ Cell Phone Rings ]

[ Rings ]
Ooh, it's the lab.
I should take this.

Yeah, okay.

Hello?

You know that's
upside down, right?

Oh, right.

Better, I think.

Do you know what
you're looking at?

No. But I know
what I'm looking for.

Can a person with this injury
be strong enough...

to swing a golf club
hard enough to smash
a human skull?

It depends on how mad she was.

She, huh?

Yeah, smart-ass, she.

The patient's name
is right on the X-ray.

Kim Nichols.
Oh, right.

And with a chip fracture
in the cervical vertebrae,

calcification, I'd say
18 holes is out of the question.

But again, depending on
how mad she was,

she could definitely
crush a man's skull.

Oh. Great. Thanks.
That it?

Yeah, that's it.
Great. 'Cause you're
in my work space.

Oh, right.
So I should--

Thanks.
Yeah.

[ Carlos ]
I'll let you know.

All right.

Apparently Kim was lying about
her ability to smash someone
to death with a golf club.

What'd you get?
According to the lab,

that brownish stuff
on Doug Packard's palm...

is a decomposing organic matter
from seed spike of a Typha.

Seed spike, Typha? Carlos.

Cattail?

Oh.

So it turns out I've been
keeping all my weight
on my back foot...

and opening the club face
at impact.

So between that and finishing
my stroke with my hips
facing towards the target,

I'm shaping the ball better,
getting an extra 20 yards.

What makes you think we'll
find the murder weapon here?

Oh, breaking 80
is only a matter of time.

We found the body
clear on the other side
of the course.

Yeah, but the only cattail
on the course is right here.

So the killer whacks Doug,
Doug falls unconscious,

killer thinks he's dead,
throws the club
into the water...

and then takes off.

Doug comes to, struggles
to get to his feet using
the cattail for balance.

Drags his ass
a whole quarter of a mile
to the 14th fairway?

Yeah, trying to get
to the clubhouse.

What about
the blood trail?

Sprinklers came on,
washed the blood away.

The killer probably thought the
water hazard would do the same
thing to the murder weapon.

Huh.
I've done that before.

That's a driver.
That's not the murder weapon.

[ Man ] Nine and a 4-iron.
An edge and a hosel,
like a-- like an iron?

[ Jim ]
But it wouldn't be
the 4-iron.

Being this far from the hole,
you'd use a 4-iron.

Which, if you got pissed off
with a missed shot, you'd
throw it in the water.

Well, I would anyway.

But a nice new 9-iron--

Nothing. I told you
the water washed it clean.

Try the grooves. I clean
and clean and I still can't
get everything out of them.

Hmm.

That's blood.

Which means we've
got our murder weapon.

[ Sighs ]
[ Dialing ]

[ Line Ringing ]

[ Cell Phone Rings ]

Hello?
Carlos?

Hey, Callie. What's up?
Hey, sorry to bother you.

No, no, no. No bother.
What's going on?

First of all I have to apologize
for being all crazy woman
on you yesterday.

Please. I live in a house
full of Latinas. You're not
even in the ballpark.

Thank you. I actually have
a law enforcement question
for you.

I'm trying to get in
to see my husband...

and they're saying that
he's been designated
something called I.C.

Do you know what that is?

Well, I have had the pleasure
of overseeing crime scenes...

inside some of our more
inviting penitentiaries.

A prisoner
who's been designated
I.C. usually means...

he's been disciplined
and moved away from
the general population...

and has had his phone
privileges suspended.

And there's no other way for
someone to be designated that?

Not that I know of.

I'm sorry. I'm sure that's
not what you want to hear
right now.

Yeah. Me too.
Thank you, Carlos.

[ Beeps ]

** [ Caribbean Music ]

Just the woman
I wanted to see.

I doubt that,

unless you're
just the man who found me
a murder weapon.

Carlos called in a favor,
rushed the tests.

The blood found in
the grooves of the 9-iron
match Doug's D.N.A.

Well, that's a start.

Really? A start?

I'll be a lot happier when you
tell me who owns the club,

or at least who used it
to kill Doug Packard.
Yeah. Problem is,

all our suspects--
Terry, Scott and Kim--
they're all golfers.

Now if I had
some search warrants.

Oh, for all three?
Yeah, good luck with that.

Hey, why not try and get
a warrant for the entire
Fountain Bay membership?

Yeah, right.
Even I know I don't have
probable cause for that.

But I think I might know
where to find it.

Oh, sorry. They said
you were out in the field.
I just needed to, uh--

Yeah. No worries.
Made any progress?

Uh, well, I sorted through
everything chronologically
and alphabetically.

But I was wondering if I should
do it geographically as well.

What do you think?
I think you think too much.

Never let your head get
in the way of a good game,
like golf.

Hey, did you ever get that
warrant to track Doug's
200 grand wire transfer?

Director Manus is still
working on that, but should
have it any time now.

You working on
your short game?

Nope. Probable cause.

If it's fingerprints
you're wondering about,
there aren't any.

And as you
so rightly put it,

golf grips are wiped clean
before and after every shot.

So there were
no legible prints.
No, it's not about the prints.

It's about the grip itself.

I've never seen
this brand before.
And it looks brand-new.

- Can I help you with something?
- I certainly hope so.

I've never seen grips
like this before.

Have you?

Yeah. These are the new
Golf Mainline X.T.'s.

You sell a lot of them?
I don't sell any of them.

They're not production grips,
so they're not for sale.

So how did it get
on someone's 9-iron?

Manufacturers test market them
by giving them to golf pros,
see how they like them.

Like Scott Winters?
Yeah.

But tour pros never use them,

so they usually just pass them
off to their friends.

Like Terry Evans.
Yeah.

In fact, yeah, I remember now.
He had his clubs regripped
last week.

He was going to play
a round with Scott
and one of his sponsors.

[ Jim ]
So this could be
Terry Evans's club?

It's a Treadway,
and that's what he plays.

I could print out a work order
for you if you want.
Sure.

[ Rings ]
Daniel.

Manus got the warrant...

and I was able to track down
who authorized that $200,000
wire transfer...

to Doug Packard's account.

- Terry Evans.
- Yep.

Here you are.
Thanks.

Thank you.

Ten years.
What?

My medical training.
And I'm knocking on doors
of suspected murderers.

Maybe you should
just stay behind me.

What? So I can take the bullet
when you duck? No thanks, amigo.

Terry Evans?

Maybe you should stay here.

[ Carlos ]
Suicide?

Can't see a gun.

[ Sighs ]

[ Beeps, Dialing ]

Daniel. Need you to look
into something for me.

Did you find the gun?

Nope. No residue on his hands.

Just a lot of blood
and no spatter.

- He was shot from
very close range.
- From a .44?

Definitely. From the look
of that flash burn,

I'd say at point-blank range.

Point-blank?
Like from a bang stick?

Yeah. Why?

I think my investigation
into a murder
has caused another.

And might be about
to cause one more.

[ Scott ]
No, Kim, please.
Just listen!

[ Kim ]
You son of a bitch!
I ought to kill you!

It was you, Scott,
admit it!

That detective said
that someone paid Doug
to take the fall.

[ Scott ]
It wasn't me. I swear it.

- Hey, guys. Everybody okay?
- Tell her to put
that thing down.

After what you did to me,
you deserve to die.

You're not a killer, Kim.

He is.

What are you doing?
She's got a gun.

A bang stick, actually,
which might not kill you,

but it will hurt enough
to make you wish you were dead.

But you didn't know that
when you used a .44
to kill Terry...

thinking that
we'd suspect Kim.

- [ Scott ]
I didn't kill anybody.
- Yeah, you did, actually.

But what really shakes
my faith in mankind...

is that you can't even trust
advice given on a live chat by
your favorite celebrity now.

- 'Cause sometimes it's
their business manager.
- What are you talking about?

I'm sure you would have done
the chat if you were there,

but you were busy
killing Doug.

Which is why Terry only watched
eight minutes of a movie
that he ordered,

then set it to record so he
can get over to your place
and finish the chat.

But what he didn't know...

was that you used
his 9-iron to kill Doug.

And when he found out
that his 9-iron's missing,

I'm guessing he didn't want
to be your alibi anymore.

So he became
something different--
a liability.

I didn't kill Doug,
and I didn't kill Terry.

You drugged me.
You planned on raping me.

But you raped me
of my career instead.

And then you kill
your best friends
to cover it up?

Just admit it!
Admit it!

No, no, no!

I mean, after you
wouldn't forgive him,

Doug showed up at my house
drunk, out of his mind.

I tried to talk to him,
but he wouldn't listen.

So I called Terry
to cover the chat.

I took Doug out
to shag balls into the lake
like we used to do,

but then he threatened me.

I went to security,
and he attacked me!

I hit him in self-defense.

Premeditated self-defense?

So you just accidentally
grabbed Terry's
newly gripped 9-iron?

The one that was delivered
by the pro shop to your house
the same day as the murder?

The one that you hoped we would
find so we would blame Terry
for Doug's death?

You know what?
You're right, Kim.
He does deserve to die.

But you don't.

You have a choice here.

Don't let him beat you.

You crazy bitch!
You almost killed me!

Hey, hey, hey!
Aah! Aah!

Hey, I'm sorry.
But you deserve
to know the truth.

And just for the record,
I know you love the game,

but you truly have found
something remarkable
to do with your life.

Director Manus?
Yeah?

I have those boxes from
Carlos's office for you.

Oh, good. Would you drop 'em
on the loading dock?
Shredright's coming today.

Shredright?
Mm-hmm.
Disposal company.

They shred and incinerate
all our dead documents.

Anything else?

Actually, yes.

Director Manus, I think
over the last few months...

I've proven myself
to be a valuable asset
to the F.D.L.E.,

and I hope that you'll
give my application
serious attention.

Oh, Daniel. Look, I'm
so sorry, but there's just
no money in the budget.

Oh.
We'd really hate to lose you,

but we understand
if you have to move on.

Who's moving on?
Daniel.

No. I mean, it's okay.

I'm disappointed, but--
Wait. Wait, wait.

Are you saying you'd
still do this even
if we didn't pay you?

Yeah, of course.
I love it here.

Yeah. Well, you know,
I tried to tell Carlos
there was no money,

but he wouldn't
take no for an answer.

He recommended you so strongly,

I figured I'd better find
the cash or I'd have a mutiny
on my hands.

Really? You did that for me?

I didn't do it for you,
I did it for me.

You think I want to be stuck
doing bullshit like this?

Congratulations, Daniel.

This is amazing.
I gotta call my parents.
They'll be thrilled.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Aren't you forgetting
something?

Oh, right. The files.
Nope.

Not the files.

And I'll take these,
right?

[ Heather ]
So I hear you arrested
Scott Winters for murder.

I can think of about 60 players
on the PGA tour who'd be lining
up to give you free lessons.

Don't need 'em.
I already got a pretty good
swing coach.

Ohh! Ooh!

You are gonna hit that,
right?

The ball?
Yeah.

Yeah. Just settling in
to my stance.

Okay, new advice?
Ignore my advice.

Just hit the ball.

You're overthinking.
Never been accused
of that before.

** [ Scat Singing ]

* Ram it, cram it
Grand slam it *

* Break up the concrete *

* Prod it, sod it
Metal rod it *

* Break up the concrete *

* Thwack it, crack it
Line back it *

* Break up the concrete **

You do know if you
make this putt you're
gonna break 80, right?

Yeah, I am kind
of aware of that.

If I make this putt,
you're not gonna break out into
a little Cuban dance, are you?

No. Why would I do that?

Nothing. Something between me
and a coworker.

[ Exhales ]

Okay. Okay.

Oh, my God.
I did it.

Oh, my God!
I did it!
I finally did it!

You did it!
Congratulations!
I did it! I did it!

I am so proud of you! Let's
go away this weekend anywhere
you want to go. My treat.

Or not.

No. No, I mean, uh--

No, I've-I've--

I wanted to, like,
break 80 forever.

And I always thought it'd
feel a little differently.

No, I mean, Heather, you're--
you're great.

You're fantastic.

Jim, it's--
You know what? It's fine.

Seriously.

I'm a big girl.

Uh,

let's make this official,
shall we?

[ Doorbell Rings ]

I shot a 79 today.

Broke 80 for
the first time in my life,
and it meant nothing.

I'm sorry. I don't--
No, it meant nothing...

because you weren't there.

'Cause you weren't there
to share it with.

Uh, Jeff?

Uh, he's at sleepaway camp.

Or soccer camp. Whatever.

[ Both Laughing ]
Are you okay?

Yeah. Are you?
Yeah, I am.
Not too bad.

Hey, did I tell you?
I broke 80 today.

Congratulations.

[ Clanging ]

[ Clanging Continues ]

[ Coffee Pouring ]

You made breakfast.

Uh, yeah.
Hope you don't mind.

That's bacon.
I love bacon.

And coffee.
And eggs.

And fresh juice.

You squeezed
fresh juice?
I did.

Good morning.
[ Chuckles ]

Good morning.
[ Chuckles ]

[ Phone Rings ]

Mmm. Sorry.
I need to get that.
It could be Jeff.

Mmm.
I should probably get it.

[ Rings ]
Hello?

Hey, baby.

Ray. Uh, how did you
get straight through?

I tried you a couple of times
before they moved me.

Uh, I've been in I.C.
for the last two days.

I figured you might have
tried me back.

Ray, what did you do?

I miss you. And I miss
your little man so much.

When he
snuck up here last week,
nearly drove me crazy.

Please tell me you didn't
do something stupid.

I actually
did something smart.

That's why they've got me
in protective custody.

I contacted my attorney,
made a deal with the D.A.

Giving them some names
and dates.

Help her close some cold cases
in exchange
for my early release.

I'm getting out, baby.

I'm coming home.