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** [ Rock ]
[ Man ]
* Got to cover my eyes

* 'Cause I barely went to bed

* 'Cause the cool kids do
what the cool kids want
Yeah *

[ Grunts ]
** [ Vocalizing ]

* And a hot girl wear
what a hot girl want
Yeah *

** [ Vocalizing ]

* They wear two pair of shades
at the same time **

[ Screams ]

[ Jim ]
Okay. So, who do we got?

And could he really not
have waited till I finished
my round before dying?

With that hole in his chest,
I'm not sure he had
a lot of options.

-What are we looking at?
-Male Caucasian, mid-30s, single
gunshot wound to the chest.

- Anything I can't see
with my own eyes?
- Oye.

Don't get cranky with me,
all right? I didn't pull you
off the golf course.

Well, no blood or spatter,
so he was obviously killed
somewhere else and moved here.

Or dragged here.
The high tide would have
wiped out the drag trail.

So we have no way
of knowing from where.

- Victim's cell phone
and wallet.
- Contact his provider.

See who he's been
talking to,
whoever he is.

He is Josh Richards,
according to
his business card.

Harrington Group.

"Josh Richards, Senior V.P.
of Concepts and Development."

- Whatever the hell that means.
- Headquarters is out of
Silver Spring, Maryland.

You know what?
Contact this Harrington Group.

Make sure they actually exist
and he actually worked for them.
Oh. Leave out the "dead" part.

- Make sure they exist?
- Yeah, as opposed to making up
a company and printing out...

business cards so you can
pick up women in bars.

- Guys actually do that?
- Yeah.

Especially guys
that mousse their hair
to come to the beach.

And...
get manicures.

Now, see,
that's just... wrong.

Oh, and, uh, contact
charter boat companies.

See if anyone pulled out
with a well-coiffed executive...

who mysteriously
disappeared before
they came back to harbor.

On it.

- [ Jim ]
It's a nice stretch of beach.
- Great stretch of beach.

A lot of great bars.
Lots of good times.
So, what's the motive?

Way too much fun?
[ Chuckles ]
Robbery maybe.

Tan line around his wrist.
Looks like he wore a watch,
which we haven't found.

We getting Callie in on this?
I tried calling,
but she hasn't answered.

She didn't answer?
Yeah.

You know, it's weird,
but sometimes you call people,
and they answer.

And sometimes you call,
and they don't.
Now you're just being mean.

Yeah. Serves you right
for being cranky.
I'm sure she'll call back.

Why? What do you need?

No, I don't need anything.
I just... wondered.

Hmm.

Huh.

Hoo. Okay.
Now that's a rock.

We're talking Kardashian here.
It's gotta be three,
three and a half carats easily.

So either we can rule out
robbery as a motive,

or Romeo here
just got the rejection
of a lifetime.

Okay, I think that's
about everything.
Uh, here's my card.

Call me if you think of
anything else.

Do I actually need to think of
something,

or can I just, you know, call?

Oh, you know, just...
make it easy on yourself.

[ Giggles ]

[ Jim ]
Yeah.

So amazingly... not smart.

You know what they say--

God does not give from
both hands.

You find anybody who knew him?
I couldn't find anyone
that didn't--

you know, in that beach bar,
Jell-O shots kind of way.

Uh, he windsurfed.
He played volleyball.

He was even in
the sand sculpting
competition.

You want to know why?
Why?

Apparently the concepts
and development
on his business card...

stands for mixing it up
with the locals.

Uh, yeah. They said he did
some work with the hotels.

When hotels remodel, they hire
guys like Josh Richards...

to worm their way
into the community...

and figure out what themes
might do well.

Yeah, I think his company
remodeled...

a whole bunch of bars
along the strip.

They don't just remodel.
They completely reconceptualize.

Next thing you know,
your favorite tiki bar...

has turned into
the city of Pompeii,

with a working volcano
that spews lava on the hour.

Well, just for the record,

I don't have a favorite
tiki bar.

If it's the same guy
who turned the Marlin Room...

into an underwater adventure
with a mermaid show,

I'm gonna need an alibi.
I used to love that place.

So I'm guessing he made
a few enemies then.
[ Sighs ]

Found this book of matches
in his back pocket.

"Dwight's Dockside."

Maybe his next renovation.

Hey. Excuse me.

You ever heard of this place,
Dwight's Dockside?

You mean that place?

** [ Soft Rock: Man Singing ]

So what's the theme
of this place?

"I haven't been touched since
the '60s,

and I'm damn proud of it"?

Welcome, first-timers.
Come on in.

Make yourselves comfortable.

I'm Dwight,
owner and proprietor.

- What's your name?
- Uh, Carlos Sanchez.

[ Ringing ]
Everybody, this is Carlos.
Say "Hey!"

- [ All ]
Hey, Carlos!
- And you are?

Really hoping
you don't do that to me.
Detective Longworth.

- This is Detective Longworth!
- [ Patrons & Carlos ]
Hey, Detective Longworth!

Sorry. We got a strict
policy here.

You're only a stranger once.
After that, you're family.

That include the fish?

Oh. My babies. Yeah.
That's my pride and joy.

Wow. That is one
weird-looking fish.

Yeah, that's a puffer fish.
Bought the whole lot of them
for about a grand.

$1,000 for a bunch of fish?

For that it better be paired
with a hell of a pinot.

Yeah, speaking of fishes,
this guy is presently
swimming with them.

Figured that's why
you guys were here.
That is a shame.

- Josh was a good kid.
- Take it by that you knew him?

Yeah. Like I said,
you're only
a stranger here once.

Yeah, probably not after
you were flashing
this around though.

Any chance he was
flashing that around your bar,

maybe showing off with it,
trying to sell it?

Like any of my customers
could afford a rock like that.

Maybe you know anyone else
that might want him dead
for another reason?

I don't know about dead,
but I got plenty of customers...

who weren't too happy
with what he did to some of
their favorite bars.

Was he planning
on remodeling your place?

He talked to his
business people about it,
but they weren't interested.

Any hard feelings between
you and Josh about that?

You kidding me?
The hotel next door has been
after my place for years.

If I wanted to sell it,
it'd take me like 15 minutes.

- Know if he was dating anyone?
- As in to ask them
to marry him?

Yeah.
No. This guy was a player.

Played everybody,
except Maggie.

Maggie?
Yeah, she's my bartender,
night manager.

Here she is.

- She starts her shift at 4:00.
- Was Josh here last night?

Uh, yeah. He was here
when I left at midnight.

She closed the place at 2:00,
usual time.

So maybe he was waiting
till closing time
to pop the question.

And maybe someone got jealous,
popped him instead.

It's not a bad theory.
It's highly unlikely though.

Maggie isn't exactly
the marrying kind.
You can ask anyone about that.

So this is all your family?
[ Dwight ] Uh, yeah.
They are to me.

Well, I'm really sorry
for your family, but, uh, we're
gonna need to take all these.

What, you think one of
my customers was involved?
I think it's entirely possible.

Oh, do you know
where Josh was staying?

Yeah. He always stayed
at the hotel right next door.
Hmm.

[ Exhales ]
So far the only thing I can
tell about Josh Richards...

is that he couldn't decide
between boxers and briefs.

Really?
I need that image in my head
this whole investigation?

I'm just saying, pick one.
Dwight's. Dwight's. Dwight's.

Gift shop.

Dwight's Dockside.

Oh.

Uh, correct me if I'm wrong,
but is this not the Maggie...

we just heard about
at Dwight's,
the one on his wall?

Yep. And if that's how
she treats all her regulars,

I just found
my new favorite bar.

Keep it then.
Okay.

That is a cigarette butt.

Didn't Maggie have a cigarette
hanging out of her mouth
in that picture at Dwight's?

- Yes, she did.
- [ Jim ]
Bag that.

- Which means she might
have been here last night.
- Well, it makes sense.

Maybe he brought her here
to wine and dine her and then
ask her to marry him.

[ Sighing ]
[ Beeps ]

Or this. Oh-ho!

Dwight's Dockside,
a.k.a. Maggie's Place?

Looks like Josh and Maggie
were about to attempt
a hostile takeover,

which would be another
good reason to spend the night
in a hotel room.

Oh. Hello.

Women's sunglasses.

Which maybe she forgot
when she skipped out early,
hoping no one would see them.

Between 4:00 and 5:00 a.m.
Josh Richards's time of death.

[ Clicks Tongue ]

Daniel, thank you
so much for doing this.

I know how busy
they keep you around here.

No problem.
I set this up for my parents.
Now they Skype me all the time.

That's sweet.
Actually,
it's really embarrassing.

But nice for them, I guess.

Um, to launch the program,
all you have to do
is click on this icon.

But since he's in
the Witness Protection Program,

your husband will have to
initiate the call.

Once he does, just click
on "video," and you and Ray
can see each other.

Oh. It's, uh, more
for Jeff, but thank you.

Being apart from his dad
has gotta be tough on him.
I hope this helps.

Yeah. Me too.

From the trajectory
of the bullet
and trauma to his ribs,

I can confirm
that the victim was shot
once at close range.

And the bullet?
Uh, .38.

It was lodged
in his chest cavity.
No exit wound.

What about the saliva
from the cigarette butt?
Not a match for the victim's.

I'm gonna go with Maggie
until science
tells me otherwise.

Did Callie come in?

I don't know. I've been here,
with my mind on my job.
It was a job-related question.

How is you asking me
every 15 minutes
about Callie job-related?

Detective, I ran down
activity from his cell phone
like you asked.

Most numbers are
hotels or his office,

but there's one number
in Miami he called 12 times
in the last two weeks.

It's registered
to a Roger Brumfield.

I've been trying to call him,
but he's not answering.

Well, keep trying.
Uh, anything from the photos?

There's names and dates
on the back of all of them,

so I'm putting them
in chronological order...

and making a list
of who was there
at the same time as Josh.

Okay.
Oh, and Callie's here.

Oh, I'm just gonna, uh--
But she had to leave.

She asked me to tell you
she's sorry she hasn't
returned your calls.

- She's just been a little busy.
- Did she say why
she's been busy?

No. No, not really.
But I just loaded Skype
on her laptop...

so she can talk face-to-face
with her husband.

- Maybe it has
something to do with that.
- Yeah. Maybe.

It's-- No worries.
I'm gonna go anyway.

Go?
It's 4:00.
Don't want to miss happy hour.

** [ Reggae Hip-hop:
Man Rapping ]

[ Rings ]
Yeah, don--

Detective Longworth's
in the house!

[ All ]
Detective Longworth
is in the house!

I'm gonna go out on a limb
and guess that not many people
come here for an affair.

No, for that,
they check into the hotel
and order room service.

- Yeah, I heard they do that.
- And if you're here to talk
to me about Josh, Detective,

as you can see,
I'm a little slammed.

Well, actually, I was--
Okay, we're on the move.

Margaritas!
Who ordered the doubles?
[ Man ] Here you go.

All right.
I'm just curious...

as to what your relationship
with Josh was.
Was he just another customer?

Not really.
But I wouldn't say we were
particularly close.

So nothing really
to be devastated
about his death?

Oh, well, um,
that's a little crass.
Hey, guys. What's up?

Hey. How you doing, Maggie?
No, it's just you don't seem
that broken up about a guy...

who apparently drank here
several nights a week...

and was found shot
at close range just
a hundred yards from here.

Oh, I'm sorry.
Was that a little
crass too?

I know what
you're trying to do--
rattle me so I'll talk to you.

Is it working?
'Cause, you know,
I have plenty of other ways.

Hey. Another round?
Yeah, thanks.

Okay. Well, maybe you can
tell me why you were in
his hotel room last night...

and why I think
you were the last person
to see Josh Richards alive.

I wasn't in his hotel room,
and, um, we didn't have
that kind of relationship.

So just some casual flirting
every time he was in the bar?

That's my relationship with
every man who walks in here.
You go out with him?

No.
Go to his hotel room?

Detective,
I take my job seriously,

and I don't go home
with customers.
[ Men Shouting ]

Hey! Hey! Cool it!

Not in my bar, jackass!

Stop! Stop!

Impressive.
Damn straight.
Now, if you don't mind--

Mind? No, no, no.
I'm just gonna stay here
and maybe just watch some races.

Oh. Whoa. Whoops.
[ Chuckles ]

Almost sat on these.
Hey. Awesome.

Thanks. I was wondering
where I put these.
Thanks.

Actually, you left them
in Josh's hotel room.

You know,
where you weren't last night.

And I hate to be crass and all,

but you just graduated
from person of interest
to suspect.

So now...

you get to come with me.

- Come on.
- [ Crowd Booing ]

- [ Man ] What's up with that,
Longworth?
- [ All Shouting ]

Yeah. All right.
I'll be here all week. Oh--

[ Man ]
Not Maggie!
[ Man #2 ] Leave her alone!

[ Woman ]
No, no!

Hey. How have you been?
Hey.

You missed all the excitement.
I heard.

Dead guy on the beach.
Murdered dead guy on the beach.

Yeah, well, it's Florida.
I'm sure there'll be more.
[ Chuckles ]

Um--

How was your weekend?

Long.
[ Sighs ]
Long? Yeah?

Long good or long bad?

Well, Jeff and I had
some issues to work out,
but, um, it's all good.

Oh. Okay.
Um, a-are you okay?

I'm, uh, dealing with it.

Great.

Sorry. I need to--

Yeah, yeah.
You go D.N.A.-swab the suspect.
Just--

Thank you. Hi. I'm Callie.
I'm a forensic nurse.

I'm gonna be swabbing
the inside of your mouth
for a D.N.A. sample.

"Callie."
That's a pretty name.
Thank you.

You ever been to the bar?
What bar?

Dwight's Dockside.
No, but I've heard
of that place.

I mean, I haven't,
but my coworkers have.

You should join them.
Yeah, right.
Between school, work, my son--

You have a son?
I do.

Um, but, to be honest,
this is gonna be a little hard
if you don't stop talking.

Oh. Sorry.

Occupational hazard.
[ Chuckles ]

Okay. We're done.

I didn't kill Josh,
you know.
It's not my department.

Well, are they gonna
arrest me? Because I--
I didn't do anything,

and I don't--
I can't afford a lawyer.

I really don't know
what they're planning on doing,

but something tells me
that you can handle yourself
just fine.

[ Sighs ]

Detective?
Mm-hmm?

You said the victim
was killed with a .38?

Yeah. Why?
The suspect you're about to
interview has a registered .38.

And my guess is
wouldn't hesitate to use it.

- Why do you say that?
- I've known girls
like her my whole life.

- Girls like what?
- You know, totally hot, fun,

loves the fact that every guy
they serve a drink to
falls in love with them.

Doesn't sound so bad.
Yeah, right up until one
of them thinks it is love,

and then she has to
use force in order to
protect herself.

What, like shoot 'em?

I don't know.
If it came to that,
but, yeah, maybe.

Hey, Daniel.
Can you make sure that
Carlos gets this swab?

Sure thing.
Thanks.

I'd be careful
with this one if I were you.

Oh, I'm careful
with all my suspects.
Yeah, I'm serious.

This girl is very good
at wrapping guys
around her finger.

There. See?
When I'm in there,
I'm not a guy. I'm a cop.

Trust me, when it comes to
hot women, every cop is a guy.

Daniel, do you have
her file pulled up?
I do.

D.M.V.?
Yeah.
It's right here.

[ Callie ]
So she was 16
when she started driving.

She's 28 years old now.
Has she ever had a traffic
violation, speeding tickets?

No. Nothing.
Not a single ticket.
Wow.

-[ Daniel ]
She's got a perfect record.
-Maybe she's a very good driver.

Yeah.
That's what it is.

So, uh, for those of us
keeping score,

you lied about
the nature of your
relationship with Josh,

you lied about not
seeing him outside the bar,

you lied about not going
up to his hotel room.

Huh. So, uh, are you planning
on lying about this as well?

It's not against the law
to own a gun.

- Unless you use it
to kill somebody.
- I didn't kill Josh.

- Then where's the gun?
- At the bar.
That's why I bought it.

I have to close the place.
I'm alone there
till 3:00 in the morning.

It's for my own protection.

- That makes sense.
What about Dwight?
- What about Dwight?

Did he need protecting?
Protecting from who?

Dwight loves everybody.
Everybody loves Dwight.

The guy doesn't have
an enemy in the world.

You mean aside from
you and Josh.

What are you talking about?

I've never seen that before.

You didn't see this
up in Josh's hotel room
on his tablet?

I mean, I did,
and I'm not even
sleeping with the guy.

Okay, fine. Yeah.
Josh said he had a great idea
for remodeling Dwight's bar.

- But he never showed me that.
- He never showed you
Maggie's Place?

That's what Josh
wanted to call it.
It wasn't my idea.

So he wanted to name a bar
after you because of the
relationship you didn't have.

We didn't have a relationship,
okay? I can't help
what Josh thought we had.

Men fall in love
with women in bikinis
who serve them drinks.

Especially when they turn up
at your hotel room
at 3:00 in the morning.

Having casual sex
doesn't make me a murderer,
Detective.

But you knew he was
in love with you.

[ Sighs ]
I mean, you didn't
play that a little,

maybe help him help you
steal Dwight's bar away?

Like I said,
I don't know anything
about that.

Well, do you know something
about this?

No, I've never
seen that before.

He didn't show this to you
in the hotel room--
or try to?

Maybe you two fought about it?

No, because he never showed.
Okay? Look. I admit I-I was--
I was in his hotel room.

But he stood me up,
so I left.

Or... you went up to
the hotel room,

you "forgot" your sunglasses...

to make it look like
he stood you up,
because what really happened...

is, well, you-- you killed him.

We have a situation
in the parking lot.

[ Man ] Sir, your best bet
is to calm down now.
[ Man #2 ] Relax.

Let her go, man.
You can't talk to her
without a lawyer.

Hey, hey.
Back up, Spicoli.

- I want to see Maggie, man.
I gotta know if she's okay.
- I'm sorry. You are?

Kyle Wheeler.
I'm her boyfriend.

Her... boyfriend?

Does she know that?
Hey, watch your mouth.

Okay. Easy. Easy, bro.
All right. I get it.
You're upset about your girl.

You want to make sure
she's all right, right?

Look. I, uh,
tell you what, Kyle.

We can talk about Maggie
all you want.

But first, I'm gonna need you
to park your car in the visitors
parking lot like a grown-up.

You think you can do that?

Ho! Hello.

Look what I found, Kyle.
You just earned yourself
V.I.P. parking.

[ Handcuffs Click ]

Hope you enjoy your stay.

I didn't kill Josh Richards.
So what's with the gun, Kyle?

Look, Kyle.
You know this looks bad, right?

Look. If we test the gun--
oh, and we are--

and we find out that it was
Maggie's gun from the bar,
used to kill Josh Richards,

well, then only one of two
explanations makes sense.

Either you took the gun
from the bar to kill Josh,

or you took the gun from the bar
so that we wouldn't find it...

because Maggie killed Josh
and you're just trying to
cover it up.

Okay.
Maybe you don't understand.

- Yeah, okay.
I get it, all right?
- So, which is it, Kyle?

Am I booking you
or Maggie for Josh's murder?

I didn't kill
that little dweeb. And I took
the gun from the bar...

'cause I was worried
that maybe Maggie
was thinking about it.

What makes you say that?
'Cause he was lying to her,

filling her head
full of ideas about
starting her own place.

- By stealing Dwight's bar?
- By promising Maggie the moon--

her own bar, her own
theme restaurant,

when all he really
wanted to do was just
to get her in the sack.

Well-- [ Scoffs ] That had to
piss you off, right? Trying
to sleep with your girlfriend.

Oh, and, actually, by the way,
I'm not really sure she
considers you her boyfriend.

Actually, no.
I'm sorry. I take that back.

I'm completely sure
she doesn't consider you
her boyfriend.

Or Josh, who I'm pretty sure
was just a booty call.

I didn't kill Josh.

Well, if you did--
and I'm pretty
sure you did--

uh, that would be
one big fall from grace.

Three-time world champion.

Took home the Eddie Aikau.
The Eddie. Triple crown,
two years in a row.

Whew.

Yeah. That was before
I tore my A.C.L.
and had to quit.

So you tore your A.C.L.,
you lost all your endorsements,
your adoring fans,

most of which
were beach bunnies
and surfing groupies,

like a 20-year-old Maggie,
I'm guessing.

But then Maggie lost interest
when you tore your A.C.L.

- Had to quit, huh?
- That's not what happened.
Maggie and I were fine.

We were gonna use
my surfing money...

to open up a T-shirt shack
and find a little house to rent
somewhere near the beach.

Until a good-looking,
upwardly mobile dweeb
comes into town,

and all of a sudden
that T-shirt shop
and a washed-up surfer...

just doesn't sound like
a promising future.

So, she dumps you,

and you lose your future,
you lose Maggie,

so you killed him.

[ Imitates Gunshot ]

Ballistics pulled prints
off that .38 we found
in Kyle's car.

Confirmed partials
for both Kyle and Maggie.

Knowing how slow they can be,
I'm sure Ballistics
said it'd be a few days...

before they could confirm
whether or not it was the gun
used to kill Josh Richards.

Actually,
they promised me that by
the end of the day tomorrow.

They did? Huh.

They sure as hell never
promised me anything like that.

Maybe it's the way you ask.

Or not. I'm sure
you just usually
catch them in a bad mood.

Daniel.
Yeah?

- Did Roger Brumfield
ever answer his phone?
- No,

but the prefix covers
all of Dade County,

and there are 12
R. Brumfields listed.

I called all of them,
but none of them were Roger.

All right. Keep on trying.
Also, I need you to trace this.

Called my buddy
at the jewelry building
on Wabash in Chicago.

He said the certificate number
should be etched
onto the edge of it.

You can read it
with a 10-times loupe,
trace it back to the jeweler.

I need you to find out
where Josh bought it
and who sold it to him.

On it. Oh, there's one other
thing. I ran the registration
on Maggie Bauman's gun.

The address listed
on the registration
is not Maggie's.

- Whose is it?
- It's Dwight Stewart's.

You have something
against women in bikinis?

I can relax better
if I can keep an eye
on my bar.

[ Dwight ]
What brings you
back out again today?

Oh, you know, surf, sun,

from what I hear,
the best grouper sandwich
on the strip.

I make the best sandwich,

but I doubt
that's why you came
all the way back out here.

Yeah, I was also wondering why
Maggie would buy and register
a gun in her own name...

but put your address
as her home address
on the registration.

She was in between
apartments at the time.
I let her use my address.

Or your address
was her address.

As in you two
were living together?

We had a thing
about five years ago,

back when she first started
working for me.

What kind of a thing?
Well, you've seen her,
Detective.

I'm sure you can imagine
what kind of thing.

Lasted about eight months.
It was what it was.

And ultimately
it didn't work out.

That had to be
a sad day for you.
Yeah, I was pretty bummed.

But it was more than
just our age.

Just too different.

Don't get me wrong.
I love my bar,

but she was obsessed
with it.

She wouldn't let
anyone else run it,
not even for a couple hours.

I'd ask her to go out
to the mangroves with me...

and take a pitcher of margs
and watch the sunset.

She couldn't even do that.
That's kind of weird for
a cocktail waitress, isn't it?

Yeah, I think
she's just wired that way.

She loved running the bar.
I wanted to make her happy.

You ever think of
making her a partner?

I didn't want to
make her that happy.

Yeah, well,
you know what they say
about hindsight, huh?

What's this?
Found it in Josh's room.

Looks like she and Josh
were scheming behind your back
to take your bar away from you.

Which, if you knew that,
would be a very good reason
to kill over.

Just not Maggie,
'cause, let's face it,

she's the only reason
people drink at your bar.

I love my bar, Detective--
not enough to kill for it.

I can't believe
she'd go behind
my back like this.

Right. The girl in a bikini
who lets every man
fall in love with her...

would never think of
using that to her advantage.

[ Man ]
Detective Longworth,
your grouper's up.

Here you go.
All right, man.
Peace.

Mind your own business.

Yo, Detective.
Uh, still no luck on that
mystery phone number,

but I do have some
information on the diamond.

Like the jeweler who sold it?
Yeah, but it wasn't
sold to Josh Richards.

It was sold to a Phillip Krasnov
in Carbondale, New York,
six years ago.

I called Krasnov. He told me it
was stolen in a house burglary
just after he bought it.

Well, Josh may be
a home wrecker,
but he's not a home invader.

Which means he bought
a hot diamond.

See if there's
a police report on it.
Yeah, you got it.

I also might have
something else for you.
In the last couple weeks,

a couple of
shady characters have been
hanging out at Dwight's.

Now, usually it's just college
kids, tourists, the usual local
barflies, but look at this.

Oh. What's
a surfer dude doing...

splitting a pitcher
with two hard-core cholos?

Very hard-core. This one guy
here matches the description of
a guy who's wanted for murder.

And the day before Josh was
killed, Kyle withdrew $8,000 in
cash from his savings account.

That's the going rate
for a two-bit hit man.

Get me Kyle's address,
and get me a warrant
from Manus.

And backup.

We have a warrant for cause
and a possible
fugitive inside.

Heads up and stay sharp.
Let's do it.

[ Man ]
All right. Come on.

F.D.L.E.!
Search warrant!
Search warrant!

[ Policeman Shouting ]
Cops!

[ Policeman ]
That's clear.
[ Shouting ]

Down, down, down!
Get on the ground!

Down, down, down, down!
I got the runner!
I got the runner!

[ Policeman ]
Stay down! Stay down! Now!

[ Panting ]

[ Bell Dinging ]

[ Panting ]

[ Grunts ]

[ Grunts ]

[ Panting ]

[ Panting ]

[ Siren Wailing ]

[ Grunts ]

[ Siren Continues ]

[ Handcuffs Rattle ]

- [ Handcuffs Click ]
- [ Siren Stops ]

Hey.

Hey.
So how'd the video chat
with your dad go?

[ Water Running ]

Did something happen?

No.
Did the software quit?

Did your dad cancel?
'Cause I know these things
are hard for him to schedule.

- Dad didn't cancel.
- All right. So what happened?

I know you were excited
to talk to your dad.

Jeff.

Oh, honey, it's okay.

Mom, I'm trying.
I really am.
I know, honey.

I'm sorry.
I-I know this must be
so hard for you.

Mom, look.
I know it has to be
like this, okay?

And I swear, I am not
trying to make you feel bad.
It's okay.

I just miss Dad.

I know you do, honey.

I know you do.

[ Kyle ]
You're wrong, Detective.

I didn't pay those guys
$8,000 to kill Josh Richards.
Well, what was the money for?

The eight grand was
my buy-in. It was for
a high-stakes poker game.

Yeah. Very high-stakes, Kyle.

An illegal poker game
with a bunch of known felons...

who wouldn't hesitate
to pop a cap in your ass.

Or was hosting that
little poker party payment
for bumping off Josh?

It wasn't like that.
Well, now is the time to tell me
what it was like, Kyle.

Now.

Okay.

Okay. I just needed
to make some money fast.

- What for?
- For Maggie.

If-If Dwight was gonna sell
the bar to Josh, I figured
he'd sell it to me first.

I really wanted it
for Maggie.
Okay. So you hosted...

an illegal card game
with a bunch of thugs...

to impress your ex-girlfriend
to win her back.

I could never compete
with Josh and his corporate
deep pockets.

Except his company
wasn't interested in buying it.

Oh, except you knew
that he could raise
the money himself.

Impress her by buying it
for her. So you needed him
out of the picture for good.

I didn't kill Josh.

But I should have.

The way he was
taking advantage of Maggie.

A little bit of
casual sex? Hardly enough
to commit murder over.

It wasn't just casual sex,
Detective.

That bastard took Maggie
for everything
she was worth.

She told me she gave him
her life savings...

to put into buying that bar,
but nothing ever came of it.

What kind of life savings
we talking about?
I don't know.

The whole time
we were together,
she never saved a dime,

but she always said
if she needed to,

she could sell stuff
and-and scrape enough
together...

to put a down payment
on that bar.

I've been through
four years' worth of
Josh Richards's bank statements,

and the only deposits
he ever made...

are from his regular salary
and his four year-end
bonus commissions.

So if Maggie gave him
her life savings,
what did he do with it?

Uh, any luck
on that phone number?
Sorry. Still no answer.

You have Josh's cell phone?
Uh, yeah, yeah.
Right there.

Well, maybe
they'll answer...

- if they think Josh is calling.
- [ Beeping ]

Yeah. Hi.
Um, who's this?

Mark. Right. Sorry.
Didn't recognize the voice.
Um, it's Josh.

Listen. I'm writing the boss
a check, and I was wondering
who exactly to make it out to.

Brumfield and Associates.

Right. Is that--
Is that an "Inc."
or an L.L.C.?

Private investigation.
[ Chuckles ]
Yeah. Of course.

Uh, listen. I don't want to
bother the big guy,

so I was wondering
if you can do me
a clerical favor.

That file you sent me last time,
I put it in my briefcase.
My briefcase got lost.

It's a long story.
Listen. Can you, um-- Can you
send me that file again?

Maybe fax it to me?

Yeah. Sure. It's, um--

[ Whispers ]
What's our fax number?
Uh--

It's, uh, 790-555-0188.

Great. Thank you.
You've been a big help.

[ Beeps ]
Josh was getting dirt
on someone.

But who?
Well, if I was thinking
of marrying...

the girl on the strip that
every guy fell in love with,
I'd start with her.

** [ Calypso ]

[ Chattering ]

Detective.

Taking her out for a spin later.
Care to join?

Actually,
I'm looking for Maggie.

Oh, she's, uh,
getting ready for work.

Uh, well, I kind of
need to talk to her.

Well, she's half-naked,
so now's a good time.

Yeah, I'd rather she wait
till she's not half-naked.

Uh, when does
her shift start?

Uh, about an hour.
She'll be there
till she starts.

The better the tan,
the bigger the tips.

No, please, don't get up.
Detective.

Is now really the best time?

The best time for what?
I haven't said anything yet.

Undoubtedly
you have more questions.

Yeah, just a couple
of little ones. And then
you can go back to, um,

you know, killing off
your skin cells.

Like... your life savings
that you gave to Josh.

What life savings?

The life savings that Kyle
said you gave to Josh
to help him buy Dwight's bar.

From what, my tip jar?

I don't have a life savings.

I don't know where Kyle
got that idea from.

While you're here,
you think maybe you could
hit my lower back for me?

No. While I'm here,
do you think maybe
you can stop lying to me?

Okay, look.

I gave Josh what I had,
which wasn't much,
believe me.

He said his company
didn't want to buy
Dwight's place...

because it wasn't
inside of a hotel,

but that the two of us
should buy it,
and I could manage it.

Was that such
a horrible idea?

Hey, not if you're Josh,
and he just bilked you
out of your entire life savings.

Yeah, but totally worth it
if it meant finally getting the
money and the credit I deserve.

I'm the reason that place
is packed every night.

All Dwight cares about
is ringing his stupid bell
and his Polaroids.

Why shouldn't I
reap the benefits?
Oh, hey, no reason.

Oh, except that Dwight
didn't want to sell his bar.
Josh said he'd wear Dwight down.

Said he had a plan.

Did his plan include
hiring a private investigator?

No. Why would he do that?

Well, considering that
it seemed like he thought
he was gonna marry you,

maybe he wanted to make sure
that you weren't still
sleeping with Kyle...

or Dwight or, you know,

any man that falls in love
with a woman in a bikini
that sells them drinks.

But I'm thinking
maybe he found out something
he didn't count on.

Like what?
Well, I don't know.

Maybe a secret
that you're hiding.

And maybe a secret
worth killing for.

That's ridiculous,
Detective.

And if you think I'm the only
person on the strand with a
secret, you're being way naive.

Oh.
[ Chuckles ]

Well, I don't want to be
way naive.

But trust me.
Whatever he was digging
around for, I will find out.

[ Chattering ]

- Daniel.
- Detective.

The fax from the P.I. firm--
Brumfield and Associates--
did that come in?

I still haven't checked.
I keep forgetting
we still have a fax machine.

I got that police report
you asked about though.
Not much to it, I'm afraid.

No. No. No.

Yes.

Huh.

Great minds
do actually think alike.

** [ Reggae Hip-hop:
Man Rapping ]

[ Cell Phone Rings ]

[ Door Closes ]
Hey, Carlos,
do you know where Jim is?

I've tried calling him
like three times.
Haven't seen him.

Something wrong?
No, there's just something
I wanted to talk to him about,

but I haven't really
found the chance to do it.

It's not like him
not to call me back.

Yeah, well, it is unusual, but
I wouldn't worry. He's probably
charging his phone.

[ Chattering ]

[ Gun Cocks ]
I'll take that.

I'm thinking now.

Well, I did ask you
to join me.

There's over three million
dollars' worth of diamonds
in that bag, Detective.

Do you have any idea
how much fun
you and I could have...

in Costa Rica
for that kind of dough?

Gee, off the top of my head,
three million dollars' worth?

Which you almost got away with,
didn't you, Dwight?

- Or should I say Artie?
- Artie?

Artie the Artful Dodger?
Master jewelry thief,

who for over a decade
robbed houses up and down
the Eastern Seaboard,

amassing over six million
dollars' worth of diamonds
and precious stones...

and evading law enforcement
for years.

Well, until now.

Some of that you kept
in your fish tank
for easy access.

The rest you buried here,
in case someone followed you
and you had to run-- again.

You pieced all that together
from my fish tank, did ya?

Yep. Well, that
and your favorite chair.

You know, the one that
you face away from the ocean so
you can keep an eye on your bar?

You're not really
doing that, are ya?

You're looking at those
oceanfront apartments
behind it--

people coming and going,
who's in town,
who's on vacation.

Old habits die hard.

Well, I'm retired
from all that now.

That hardly
makes me a murderer.
There's no proof.

There's the three-carat ring
that you gave to Maggie
back in the day.

Her life savings
that she gave to Josh to sell
for her half of the buy-in.

Yeah. That must hurt, huh?

Having that thrown
back in your face.

Then when he went to sell it,
found out it was stolen.
Like me, he got suspicious,

hired a private investigator
to do a background check on you,

found out you weren't exactly
who you said you were,

then threatened to go
to the police with the truth
if you didn't sell him your bar,

the real gem he needed
to win Maggie's heart.

[ Chuckles ]
I still think you're crazy.

What's three million dollars
to let a harmless little
jewel thief go free?

Yeah, but you're not really
a harmless little jewel thief
anymore, are you, Artie?

Now you're a murderer.

Come on.
Time to go.

[ Spits ]

Maggie, have you seen
Detective Longworth?
Do you know where he is?

Dwight's gone.

Maggie.
His boat is gone.
All of his things are gone.

And the only thing he left
was this envelope
with my name on it.

It's full of money.

Maggie, where's Dwight?
I don't know.

Dwight is not who he says he is.
He's been lying to you
and everyone else for years.

He's been on the run,
and he's clearly
armed and dangerous,

and he might have my friend
with him, so where is he?
I don't know.

Maggie, I need you to think.
I don't know.
I swear it.

- Where was that taken?
- What?

This picture--
where was it taken?

[ Panting ]

[ Grunting ]

[ Grunts ]

[ Panting ]

[ Siren Wailing ]

[ Man ] U.S. Coast Guard.
Hands where we can see them,
and identify yourselves.

[ Sighs ]

[ Chatter On Police Radio ]

He's over here.

Jim, are you okay?

Yeah, no, I'm fine.
I mean, now.
You scared the shit out of me.

Yeah, well, it wasn't exactly
what I had planned either.

Hey, thanks for calling
the Coast Guard.
The backup really came in handy.

Yeah.
Actually, no, no, no. I don't
need an ambulance. Come on.

Yeah, you do. Have you seen
the cut on your head?
No, it's just a bump.

No, it's a gash on your head,
and it's bleeding profusely,

so you're gonna go
to the doctor
and get stitches...

and an M.R.I.
and whatever else
he wants to do.

Hey, uh, h-how did you know
I was in trouble?

Are you kidding? I tried
calling you like eight times,
left three messages.

Wh-What was so important
you needed to call eight times?

Um--
I mean, I thought
you were avoiding me.

I wasn't avoiding you.
I just-- I just wanted to wait
till things settled.

Settled?

Yeah. Uh, Jeff and I went
to see his dad this week.

Oh. Um--

Yeah, we had the talk.

And it wasn't easy.

And Jeff's still struggling
with it, but it's, um-- it's
official. I filed for divorce.

[ Siren Wailing ]