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- You eat lunch?
- Oh, you read my mind.

I am currently
in pursuit of lunch.

Daniel. Get a hit
on that BOLO?

Just about
to call you.

Hit and run?
Stolen vehicle?

Tacos.

Well, it is your lucky day,
my friend,

because today,
lunch is on me.

Ooh.

Lunch? I like lunch.
Where are you going?

The Art of Boar.

Well, I know that meals
can get a little hunter/gatherer

down here
in the glades,

but that can't actually be
the name of a real restaurant.

Well,
it's a food truck.

And, you know,

it's a play on words.
"The Art Of" --

War.
Written by Sun Tzu.

No, I get it.

It's a clever pun
but kind of annoying.

Yeah, well,
all puns aside,

it's damn good food.

I normally hit it up
for breakfast,

but it wasn't
in its usual spot.

And there were
no Twitter updates.

You're on Twitter?

Hey, the pope is on Twitter.
I thought it was time.

- So how did you find the Art of Boar?
- BOLO.

You put out a BOLO
for lunch purposes? Really?

Yeah.

You're aware that that's
against FDLE policy, right?

But since I'm starving,
what the hell?

Great.
The more the merrier.

Do you actually
do the tweeting?

I think
it's just "tweeting," Carlos.

And no.
I have a life.

Yeah, please.

You're following food trucks
on the Internet.

Okay, Carlos,
you will stop mocking me

once you taste Chef Tony's
magical wild-boar tacos.

Magical?

You might have
over-sold this one, compadre.

The only magic we can hope for
is not getting mugged.

Oh, I wouldn't worry. My gun's
usually an effective deterrent.

I feel like
a pack of alley dogs

are about to show up
and have us for lunch.

Okay, seriously,
this is not the usual scene.

Hey, Jim, come on.
L-let's head back, huh?

Hilda at the roach coach
always keeps a couple

of tamales de puerco
on the side for me.

Hey, Chef?
Tony?

Well, it looks like the
Art of Boar is out of business.

You think he
pre-cooked anything?

The Glades 03x05
Food Fight
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Move along people.
Truck's not in service.

It's a crime scene, folks.
It's a crime scene.

Let's move it along.

E.R. rounds?
Well, that's kind of cool.

I know.
I'm kind of excited.

I mean,
I've done rounds before,

but never as a full-fledged
medical student.

What are you up to?

Oh, you know.

Just trying to save the world
one food truck at a time.

Please tell me that
you haven't been eating

at food trucks
every day since I left.

Well, not every day.

You're killing me.
You know that?

I got to go.
I miss you.

I miss you, too.

Okay.
I'm hanging up now.

Doesn't sound like it.

Uh, well,
now I'm really hanging up.

I don't know.

Cal?

Gotcha!
Bye.

Bye.

I feel their pain.

I still haven't had lunch.

So, Chef Tony died of a
gunshot wound to the chest.

What gave it away? The huge,
gaping hole beside the heart?

You know me --
master of the obvious.

Bullet went
clean through.

Full autopsy will rule out
any hidden secondary causes.

But I think it's safe to say we
know what the murder weapon was.

- Time of death?
- Uh, based on body temp and rigor,

4:00 A.M.

I noticed
the cash register was empty.

Maybe a robbery
gone bad?

Nah, it's doubtful.

These food trucks are
a cash-only business.

Robbing Tony
at the start of his shift

wouldn't make sense.

But wouldn't that be
the simplest explanation?

I'm thinking murder staged
to look like a robbery.

So, not
the most obvious explanation.

But you knew Tony,
right?

So, did he have
any enemies?

Probably.

Tony was
like a rock star.

He had lines of customers,
tons of Twitter fans.

But he was
a hardass.

No substitutions,
no changes to his menu.

I once saw him
86 a palm glade hoie

'cause she wanted
extra onions on her sliders.

It was
for her own good.

I mean, onion breath
and a string bikini?

Not a good pairing.
So to speak.

Ah, string bikini.

Now I see why it was
your favorite place to eat.

No. It was the tacos.
Mm.

The guy was doing
something extraordinary.

He wanted people
to experience it

the way it was intended.

So he had to be
an asswipe.

I respected that.

Huh. You have a soft side.
Who knew?

Shooter was standing
inside the truck

by the passenger-side
door.

Bullet went
through the victim

and

Into the refrigerator.

Wow.
He cured his own meat.

At least
the ham survived.

And, yes,
it's going into evidence.

9mm.

Tony's the kind of guy

that would keep a gun
for protection.

Maybe the shooter got to it
before he did.

Already looking for it.

Do you have
any suspects?

Well, I know
one particular food-truck owner

that hated his guts.

What, enough
to shoot him?

Well, let's find out.

What -- is something wrong,
detective?

Oh, no, just, uh,
well, when I said "let's,"

you know,
I kind of meant me.

By myself.

Yeah, I, uh...

I don't really do
the whole partner thing.

What about Carlos?
Carlos doesn't count.

Does he know that?

How am I supposed to observe you
if I don't shadow you?

No idea.

Oh, why don't you go
flip through "The Art of War"?

Maybe you'll come up
with a crafty move.

Thank you.

Get out of my truck,
or I'll crack you open!

Hey, Chef Lana,
put the bat down.

Oh. Sorry.

Thought
you were trying to rob me.

After what happened to Tony,

we've all been
a little on edge around here.

That's understandable.

Uh, mind if I ask you
a few questions?

Wait a second.
I know you.

You're that annoying guy

always whining like a little baby
about my food being too spicy.

You're a cop?

Uh, detective.
And your food is too spicy.

- For lightweights.
- So, it's supposed to dissolve your tongue?

Some people just can't handle
what I bring.

Can I get back
to cooking?

I got a long line
of hungry people.

Uh, yeah.
So I noticed.

Well, especially
now that Tony's gone.

What does that mean?

Nothing.
It's just simple observation.

You know,
your biggest competitor's gone,

and you have
more business.

I don't see
the connection.

Well, you need
any edge you can get.

Korean food --

it's a bit of a harder sell
around these parts.

No, I mean, don't get me wrong.
I love it --

when it's not burning
a hole in my esophagus.

I'm a good chef,

and this line of people
can speak to that.

This line of people

can also speak to
the daily servings of trash talk

you and Tony used to lob
back and forth.

That's what we all do.

It riles us up,

challenges us
to fine-tune our skills.

Sure, but Tony
went a little farther

than the witty put-downs,
didn't he?

I once saw him
walk up to your line

and steal customers like he was
trying to piss you off.

Look, chefs are
competitive people.

But at the end of the day,
we respect each other.

And that goes for me
and for Tony.

Respect doesn't give you
an alibi.

- Where were you at 4:00 A.M.?
- Sleeping.

And I bet all the
other chefs were, too.

Tony was the only one
who liked the morning shift.

Mm.

Yeah,
I'm familiar with it.

Mondays and Wednesdays,
right?

Took him three to four hours
to braise his boar shoulder.

Started prepping
at 4:00 A.M.

Daniel.

Okay.
I'll be right there.

Uh, any chance
I can cut the line, Chef?

- Just this once.
- Seriously?

Soft-shell-crab bun and pulled-pork
sandwich. Kimchi on the side.

White man's kimchi?

Yeah.

Sorry I'm late.

You've finally decided
to honor us with your presence.

Can we get to work now?

So, did you have
a nice weekend?

Dr. Calvert caught
his kid's bronchitis,

and I had to cover
his shift.

Oh. I guess
working's better

than having bronchitis,
right?

Or not.

Did I mention
how happy I am to be here?

I really think
I can learn a lot from you.

Pick a specialty yet?

I'm thinking
emergency medicine.

It's what
I have experience in,

and I actually like
the fast pace and the variety.

Mm. All depends on if you can
find a hospital that's a match.

I hope
it's in Florida.

I kind of need
to get back.

It's not really
up to you.

You take the best match
that's offered.

If you get an offer.

Patient is exhibiting
difficulty breathing

and has a history
of heart failure.

Don't have to
raise your hand.

I, uh, I noticed
that the patient

doesn't have
a central-venous catheter.

Wouldn't that help us
better monitor --

that's what
you are doing right now. Sorry.

Aah!

Aah! Geez.
Really?

Aah! Seriously?

You know what?
Um, let me help.

I've done
like a million of these.

That better?

Thank you.

You can't fight city hall,
amigo --

if Bureau Chief Starke wants to
follow you around and observe,

you kind of have to let her.

Yeah, well, I don't want her
following me around.

I don't want anyone
following me around.

She can follow me around.

There you go.
She can shadow Daniel.

- Who'd want to shadow Daniel?
- True.

Hey, my research is an essential
part of the investigations

and, if you ask me,
absolutely riveting.

Yeah, Carlos.

So, uh, what kind of riveting
stuff do you have on Tony?

There's a nasty fight
going on

between the food-truck chefs
and the boardwalk restaurants.

The restaurant owners
are lobbying for a new law

which would require the trucks to park
300 feet away from their establishments.

Effectively banning them
from the boardwalk.

Exactly.
I found a video post

of a pretty ugly
city council meeting.

Tony really had it out

for the district councilman,
Greg Doucet.

I've heard of this guy.

He's some kind
of war hero?

Not "some kind."

Councilman Doucet
is a war hero.

Oh, uh, hey,
about before, um --

oh, no need to explain.
I completely understand.

I'll just have to observe you
in your natural setting.

You won't even know
I'm here.

What's the saying?

"Quiet as a forest"?

Let me guess --
"Art of War"?

Which you've read.
Start to finish.

Eleventh-grade book report.
Kind of had to.

So...
Councilman Doucet.

Don't go overboard
with him.

He's a friend
of law enforcement.

When the FDLE was looking

to open a substation
in Palm Glade,

Doucet paved the way
with the Chamber of Commerce

to lease this building.

He's why we're here.

Well, I'm not saying
don't question him.

I'm just saying,
you know,

keep the shenanigans
to a minimum.

There's gonna be shenanigans,
isn't there?

Well, uh, according
to Chef Lana's Twitter account,

the councilman's having dinner
with the enemies

at ground zero
for the food-truck debate.

So, uh, yeah.
There's gonna be shenanigans.

Welcome.
One for dinner?

Uh, no, sorry.
I just ate.

Have you tried
that shrimp truck --

out the front?

Guy makes
a killer shrimp toast.

Uh, I'm sorry.

Was it the killer,
the shrimp, or the toast

that made you make
that face?

I'm a brick-and-mortar business,
detective.

Sue me if I'm not a fan
of food trucks.

Well,
I'm not gonna sue you.

But I may want
to talk to you later.

And I've just found
the guy that I'm looking for,

so thank you.

Councilman Doucet?
Detective Jim Longworth.

Oh, hey. Uh, you must be
out of Palm Glade.

How's that substation
working out?

Friend
of law enforcement.

Got it.

Can you give us
a minute?

Yeah.
Of course.

So, I hear that you're hosting
a dinner party

for your constituents
here tonight.

Uh, why'd you choose
this place?

Uh, well, Vanessa makes
a fantastic Linguini and clams.

And I like to support
local businesses.

Except if they're
on four wheels

and don't pay
their property taxes.

There's really no need
to take the antagonistic tone.

I'm a friend
of law enforcement.

Yeah, that horse is beat.

You heard about
Tony Acosta?

It's terrible.

And I was afraid that something
like this was gonna happen.

I've always said
the food trucks

attract an unsavory element
to the neighborhood.

Oh, yeah, 'cause everyone knows those
foodie types are a scourge on society.

No, the trucks promote loitering
which attracts vagrants.

And if I were you,

I'd start by questioning
all the homeless in the area.

Uh, I don't tell you
how to do your job, councilman,

although I would love to,

so why don't you
let me do mine?

Like telling me
what happened

at last week's city council
meeting, when thing blew up

into a full-on battle
between you and Tony.

Well, I-it really wasn't
a battle.

It was more like
a healthy discussion

about what's best
for the community.

Really? 'Cause it looked like
a battle to me.

All you give a shit about
is the restaurant association

and all the cash
it funnels

into your greedy,
scummy little hands.

There's Tony. There's you.
Not your good side, but...

Oh, yeah?
Well, how about this?

Here it comes. It's coming.
It's coming.

Is this acceptable?

Wait.

Huh?
that.

You jarhead
son of a bitch!

But watch this.
No, no. Watch this one.

Oh, man.

And 36,000 hits seeing you
getting hit in the head

with Tony's shoes.

That had to hurt
in more ways than one. Come on.

Yeah,
it wasn't a shining moment

in my political career.

Somewhat humiliating.

Yeah, well,
that's one word for it.

I'll tell you
another word for it.

"Motive."

The last two years
so you can uh...

Councilman Doucet
is in interrogation.

You brought him in?

Do you have
enough on him?

I don't know.
Maybe.

Yes.
I will tread lightly.

Yes, he's a friend
of law enforcement.

Yes,
he reminded me twice.

I get it.
He can be an ass.

He knows
how to talk out of it.

Just try to keep it
in the ballpark of civil.

It's me.

Here's the background check
you asked for.

Thank you.

Oh, that's interesting.

Shall we?

You really don't have
anything better to do

than watch me grill
a politician?

Well, it is my job
to see how you do yours.

So, no, I have
nothing better to do.

So, here's a question
for you.

Why did my murder victim
throw his shoes at you?

It wasn't like that,
detective.

It was
an emotional meeting.

Tony's an emotional guy.

Things just got
out of line.

What you don't see
in that video

is Tony apologizing
to me afterwards.

Oh, anyone else see
this apology?

We made peace,
detective.

I find that
hard to believe.

I mean, he called you --
and I quote --

a "jarhead son of a bitch."

Now, unless that's a new term of
endearment that I'm not familiar with,

I don't think Tony had
warm and fuzzy feelings for you.

You're blowing the whole
incident out of proportion.

Really? 'Cause it surprises me that
he'd take down a military man like you.

I mean,
you're a decorated marine.

A P.O.W.

I mean, you're
Palm Glade's own John McCain.

McCain's a Navy man,
but...

Right. Right.

It's bad form to mix up

a soldier's military branch,
right?

Now, is that
what the real trouble

between you and Tony was?

Interservice rivalry?

I mean, my trusty intern
looked into Tony's background.

He was a retired S.E.A.L.

I ate at his truck
all the time.

He never once mentioned it,

let along bragged about it,
unlike someone else I know.

Okay,
it wasn't a rivalry.

Tony and I,
w-we shared stories

about our time in the service,
nothing more.

Honestly,
after the shoe incident,

Tony and I used that
as a catalyst

to find a middle ground
on the food-truck issue.

You pride yourself
on your neutrality, don't you?

Yes, it behooves me

to listen to all the
constituents in my district,

be it resident
or small-business owner.

Yeah, especially be it

the ones who donated to your
political action committee --

the one set up to feed
that enormous appetite of yours

for a run
at the governor's mansion?

Including members
of the restaurant association

who I'm sure are first in line when
it comes to giving out favors.

Okay, now, being ambitious
does not make me a murderer.

And what you're accusing me of
is crony capitalism.

And that is a charge
that I take very seriously.

But you do have to pay back
your big donors,

don't you, councilman?

I mean, making sure that
the food trucks disappear --

well, that's certainly
gonna help.

Getting rid of a big-mouth
rabble-rouser like Tony --

that's just
icing on the cake.

I was staying neutral.

Let's be clear.

I did not kill
Tony Acosta.

I saw enough bloodshed
in Iraq.

So, if we're done with
the pointless third degree...

Yeah, actually, I have
one more pointless question.

Where were you
at 4:00 A.M.?

Let me guess --
sleeping?

Treadmill.
Early riser.

Once a marine,
always a marine.

So, what's your theory?

Doucet killed Tony
for political gain?

That's definitely
a good theory.

But you're not buying it?

Yes? No?

Oh.
Right. Sorry.

Uh, we'll talk
about this later?

Yeah.

Tony had a registered
military-issue beretta 9mm.

Our guys couldn't find it
in his apartment.

And I didn't find it
in the truck.

I'll have a couple of unis

sweep the area where we found
the truck one more time.

They might have
missed something.

I did find a substance

on the floor of the truck,
near the door.

Looks like
some kind of soil.

Couldn't find any trace evidence
matching on it

on Tony's shoes.
So that could be
from our shooter?

Possibly.
I'm having it analyzed.

Also got
the stomach content back.

Eggplant parmesan.
Eaten at about, mm, 10:00 P.M.

Well, Tony tweeted
that he shut up shop

on the boardwalk
around 10:00 P.M.

Hmm. What's the closest
Italian place?

It's about
100 feet away.

And I hear they have
great Linguini and clams.

Hmm.

See? I knew I'd want
to talk to you again.

Any reason you didn't mention
the dead guy ate here last night?

Oh, other than you were busy
raving about the shrimp toast?

I didn't think
it was important.

Or maybe you didn't want
to tell me.

Okay, I probably should've
said something.

Yeah.
He eat and run?

He came by
to smooth some things over.

Fact is we weren't
the best of friends.

Let me guess --
food trucks came in, took over,

your place took a hit.

Something like that.

Had nothing to do
with the red pleather chairs

and the geriatric menu?

Look, our food
may be traditional,

but it's delicious.

Always has been.

I have plenty
of regulars.

Basically
the blue-plate set.

Nothing wrong with that.
They're paying customers.

Except most restaurants
make their money off alcohol.

And I'm guessing
Agnes and Milton there

aren't doing jaeger shots
off the bar rail.

All businesses have
their ups and downs.

Economy's getting better.
I am sure we'll pick up.

Hey, get off your ass
and do something.

Wipe down the menus.

Must be difficult to see

the business
that your grandparents built

and became an icon
of the community

die on your watch.

It's not my fault,
detective.

The food trucks have it
a lot easier.

They don't have
all the overhead.

- Long list?
- Let's see.

Linens, glassware,
nonstop air-conditioning,

employees to pay,

plus the strict
health and building codes.

I mean, I'm looking
at a huge bill right now

just to replace
these pipes.

And that's why
the restaurant owners

need to even up
the playing field.

Get all those revenue-eating
food trucks off the boardwalk.

Yeah. City council's
working on it.

Well, now that their
biggest star kicked the bucket,
you might have a chance.

Tony Acosta a star?

Please.

That guy was a fry cook
at a greasy spoon.

Lana discovered him,

pulled him
out of that dump.

Lana Kim,
the Red Koi Chef?

Before Lana got
her hooks in him,

he had skid row
in his sights.

Hey, guys...

Hooks, huh?

Okay, listen up,
everybody.

The truck is not open.

You can look,
but do not touch.

It's a crime scene,
folks.

It's a crime scene.

One of the more riveting parts
of your internship?

Not really.

Maybe I should put tape
around the perimeter.

Where's your car?

In the shop.
Again.

Not that I'm complaining.

Marisol's optima
is just as well-equipped.

Air-cooled front seats,
panoramic sunroof --

you sound like
a car commercial.

I'm just trying
to do my job here.

Speaking of,
anything new on the case?

Well, uh,
I found out

that Tony's rival
was actually his mentor.

- Lana Kim?
- Yeah.

Anything on the gun?

A unit went back to the location
where we found the truck -

no gun.

But I did get a match
from the soil on the truck.

Zoysia sod.

It's gotten more use in Florida
in the last 10 years.

Not as common
as St. Augustine,

but it still doesn't
narrow anything down yet.

Okay.
What else we got?

I went through Tony's
cellphone texts and pictures.

He and Lana had a really
complicated relationship.

Wow. Racy.

Wow.

Is that a tattoo
on her --

uh, yeah.

I would say
that's definitely a tattoo.

It's a good tattoo.

Wow.
Mm-hmm.

Yeah, and they definitely were
more than teacher/student.

Uh, can we print out

all the photos
that Lana sent Tony?

- Daniel?
- What?

Uh
yeah.

- Yeah.
- Good.

I'd say
from the sound of these texts,

that Lana and Tony
not only could stand

the heat
in the kitchen --

they were the heat.

Oh, don't mind me.
I'm just...

Observing.

And what is she -
like 35?

Huh.

Just another nurse

who suddenly decided
she missed her calling?

Pathetic.

My fianc� was passed up
for her,

- and he's 10 times more qualified.
- Yeah.

I know how she really got
into this program.

She's a friend of Dr. Avery's,

and I think we all know
what kind of friend.

"I love the smell of your skin
after a day in the kitchen.

"Sweat dripping down
your chest.

It makes me crazy."

Excuse me.

That is
a personal conversation.

"I want to tear off your clothes
with my teeth."

Huh.
Descriptive yet classy.

You know, sexting is all
the rage with kids these days.

Yeah, one more thing
for me to worry about.

I'm confiscating all of
my daughters' phones tonight.

Excuse me.

- You have no right to read those.
- Ah, ta, ta, ta, ta, ta, ta, ta.

Actually, I have every right.
The law says so.

You ever thought
about doing that with a spatula?

I'm never eating
at one of these trucks again.

Enough already.
Why are you doing this?

- Trying to solve a murder.
- Then how about looking for the murderer?

Yep. Doing that.

Actually,
these texts --

they go from professional
to dirty to very dirty

to just plain angry.

You weren't happy that Tony
called things off, were you?

I'll take that
as a no.

When I first met Tony,
he was so green, so raw.

But he had
an amazing instinct and passion.

I saw
a lot of talent in him.

I did everything to help him
realize his potential.

I reinvented him, helped shape
him into an artist.

So you must have been pretty pissed
off when he didn't need you anymore.

I mean, the baby chick flies
out of the nest,

and you tried
to stop him.

Yeah, I was upset.

But not enough
to kill him.

I loved Tony.

You know
where he kept his gun?

Yeah,
on his truck.

If he did,
it's not there now.

But I'm guessing

Only way you could get
the food truck ban passed

you got a pretty good idea
where it is now.

I have no idea.

Do you wear these shoes
to work every day?

Yeah.

I need to take them with me.
Okay, everyone.

Red Koi is closed
for the rest of the day.

You can't do this to me!

Some of these people
have been waiting an hour!

Sorry.

You're killing me here!

- Carlos?
- Yes?

Want to hurry it up?
Natives are getting restless.

Can I talk to you?

I'm in the middle
of something.

It'll just take
a second.

Um, maybe if we
could just go over here.

I just wanted
to set some things straight.

My relationship
with Dr. Avery is not now,

nor has it ever been,
anything more than a friendship.

Sorry.
I overheard.

And I'd appreciate it

if you didn't
spread rumors about me.

Got it.

Wait, Miranda.

I'd really love
the opportunity

for us to start over.

Fact is, you don't know
anything about me

or what I've been through.

I've had to make
all of my own opportunities

in this world.

And I've been dreaming
about being a doctor

since I was 17 years old.

This is not a whim.

I'm beyond grateful
for this program

and never meant to displace

your boyfriend
or anyone else.

I deserve this chance.

I've been working my ass off
to prove it.

And I really need
your support.

Are you done?

Yep.

Portable chest X-ray to nurses' station 4.

Portable chest X-ray
to nurses' station 4.

I had to shut her down.

Could let all that food
go to waste.

So, you plan on sharing?

'Cause you still
owe me lunch.

I hope you like
short ribs --

the melt-in-your-mouth,
fall-off-the-bone kind.

What?

What kind of wimp
doesn't get hot sauce?

Uh, not me.
I always get hot sauce.

I can't believe
she forgot to give me hot sauce.

So, you know you're not
making many friends

down at the boardwalk.

Been following
Twitter feeds.

There's a hell of a lot
of complaining

about some "dick detective

who won't quit
bugging Chef Lana."

You don't think they'd ban
me from the trucks?

I would.

You really believe
that Lana could kill a man

'cause she was jilted.

Women tend to internalize
feelings of rejection,

not act out violently.

- Not all women.
- Oh, you speaking from experience?

It all depends on
how intense the feelings were

between Tony and Lana.

And from the texts
that I'm reading,

it was pretty intense,

which puts murder
back on the menu.

So, passion.

That's your motive
and new working theory?

In my experience,

passion is a very strong motive
for murder.

Daniel pulled
Tony's home phone records.

He called Greg Doucet
at 3:57 A.M.

That's pretty early in the morning
for city council business.

That's what
I was thinking.

So I had Daniel go over
the councilman's schedule

for the last week.

He went to
a ribbon-cutting ceremony

for an Iraq war memorial
the day before the murder.

Carlos took a sample

from the freshly planted sod
from the grounds...

Matching the stuff
we found at the truck.

Mm-hmm.

Substation be damned.

It's time
to call the councilman to task.

Thank you.

So...

Enjoy your lunch,
ladies.

It was touch-and-go
there for a bit.

Excellent work.

Absolutely the right thing to do
for the community. Congratulations.

- Thank you very much.
- Thank you.

Did I hear right?
The food-truck law passed.

It did.

300 feet away
from the restaurants, huh?

That's right.

It's the first step
in taking back the boardwalk.

Congratulations. That's a real
boost to your career.

It was
a well-earned victory.

Can I help you
with anything else, detective?

You know what? Actually, yeah.
There was one more thing.

Excuse me.

I noticed
a photo of you

on the wall
at caffe Russo

with what looked like
a 9mm.

Yeah, that's a 9mm.

Huh.

Oh,
do I need a warrant,

or can I just
take the gun?

Yeah,
I'll just take the gun.

Only way you could get
the food truck ban passed

Is if you presented it
as a public-safety issue.

That's exactly what it is.

Right. And what better way
to prove your point

than, uh, a robbery/homicide
on the boardwalk?

It proves that crime is on the rise
and the trucks are to blame.

It was only a matter of time before
something tragic like this happened.

Right, and you needed to speed up
the tragedy to prove your case.

- What are you suggesting?
- That you staged the murder as a robbery.

That's ridiculous.
I have Tony's phone records.

Look.
He called you at 4:00 A.M.

Oh, and I can place you
inside the truck.

Yeah, you were
at a ribbon-cutting ceremony

the day before the murder.

Well, the same sod
from those grounds

was found
inside Tony's truck.

Amazing.
I got a politician to shut up.

And all it took was placing you
at a murder scene.

Like I said, Tony and I
were working on a plan --

a compromise that would make
the entire district happy.

Couldn't wait
until the sun came up?

We're not going anywhere

until you tell me
what you were doing

in Tony's truck
at 4:00 A.M. in the morning.

Something only two military men
could understand.

I did not kill
Tony Acosta.

And that's all I've got
to say about it.

Oh, I think
there might be one more thing

you're thinking of saying.

That you might want
to call your lawyer?

I got those photos
enlarged.

Lana took these?

All of them.
Looks a little intimate.

Know who that is
our victim is talking to?

Friendly owner of the
neighborhood Italian place.

And I don't know
what they're talking about,

but obviously Lana wasn't
happy they were talking.

Yeah, what can I get you?
All right, that's cool.

Excuse me.

Sorry.
Coming through.

Hey.

No, look, relax. I'm not gonna
shut down your truck.

I just want to have
a little conversation.

All right?
Maybe...

Here?

Thank you.

Oh, that's the guy who shut
her down before.

Smile!

Jerk.

What, again?

So, I was sifting through
your boudoir photos --

they were very tasteful,
by the way --

and I found
these stalkerazzi shots.

Obviously, you weren't taking
"it's over" for an answer, huh?

Okay, I was upset.

But not enough to kill.

Your prot�g�
was sleeping with the enemy.

And your made man was making
time with the other side.

That had to piss you off.

So I'm not
the kind of person

that gets over someone
in a week -- big deal.

Doesn't make me
guilty of anything.

Except jealousy,
which often leads to murder.

I mean, come on,
it couldn't have been easy

watching Tony and Vanessa's
late-night, cozy dates.

I took those pictures
in the morning.

Morning?

Tony would roll up
for his breakfast shift,

stop by her place first
to share an espresso.

Why would Vanessa
be at her restaurant

so early in the morning?

To bake bread.

Caffe Russo's
one and only claim to fame --

fresh-baked bread
every morning.

It was the only thing
that relic did right anymore.

Huh.

Don't worry.

I'm not closing
any trucks.

So you can stop
with your Twitter harassment.

Okay?

My stomach thanks you.

Be well.

Sounds like
she was definitely on edge.

But I heard that chefs
can be pretty temperamental.

Yeah, well, I know Tony was. Remember
when I took you to eat at his truck?

He went defcon 5 on that guy
that wanted yellow mustard?

You took me there?
That doesn't ring a bell.

Come on.
You remember.

We ate,
then we went for a swim

like our parents always
told us not to.

Actually, I remember a lot more
bobbing up and down

than actually swimming.

Oh, I wish we were
at the beach right now.

But we can relive
that date this weekend.

You still good?
Really?

Really?

What --
you don't want to?

What? No.

I mean, I just opened up
this file

with the rest
of the week's schedule.

And I guess having
a conversation with Dr. Buckley

about setting
the record straight

was a bad idea.

What happened?

I overheard her
being all catty and gossipy

about me
and how I got the job,

which apparently banished me

to the graveyard shift
for the rest of the week.

Ouch. Is there anything
you can do to make it up to her?

Buy her flowers, a new broom
to commute to work?

Yeah, maybe I'll just
throw a bucket of water on her

and she'll melt.

I should probably go.

She also has me doing

a year's worth
of intake files at work,

which means that I have
all this studying to do tonight,

and I'm already beat.

I'm sorry, Cal.

But, hey,
my prediction?

End of the week,
you'll have worn her down

just like you wore me down.

Just like I wore you down?

Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
it will all be fine.

Blah, blah, blah.
Thank you.

I'll call you tomorrow?

Yeah.
Good night.

Night.

Doucet's gun is a 9mm,
but it's not our murder weapon.

Yeah, looks like
it hasn't been fired

in a long time.

Everything all right?

Wha-- yeah.

Yeah.

I mean, Callie's having
a hard time in Atlanta.

Medical school is brutal,

but she's a tough woman.
She'll get through it.

Yeah. Yeah, I know.

So, Doucet's gun.

Not even military issue.

He bought it at a gun show
in Orlando.

Is this his military file
I asked you to pull?

It is. Even contacted Tony's
former commanding officer.

Your suspicions were correct.

All that bloodshed that Doucet
claimed he saw in Iraq?

He must have seen it
on the news,

because Doucet
was never there.

He lied, and our victim
must have called him out on it.

Dead men tell no tales.

Obviously the merchants on
the boardwalk are very pleased.

But I think the type of businesses
that are gonna be attract--

Excuse me.
Detective.

Detective.

I'm done
speaking with you.

If you want
to continue haraaessing me,

you can do so
through my attorney.

Oh, you're definitely gonna need
a lawyer,

but not
for police harassment.

Maybe for fraud, murder.

You want to continue
this attack?

I will sue you for defamation of
character, slander, and libel.

- You threaten Tony, too?
- Why would I do that?

Because he found out
that you were lying

about being a marine.

You're a fake, Doucet.

And worst of all,

you lied about being
a prisoner of war.

Impersonating a member
of the military forces

is illegal.

So this picture of you in your
surplus-store-bought uniform

is all the D.A. will need

to make sure you do
about a year in raiford.

But for now,
let's see if that includes

the rest of your life
for murder.

Excuse us.

Like a lot of returning vets,
Tony kept a lot bottled in.

But after he realized
you'd based

your whole political career
and future on a lie,

he couldn't keep that in.

The morning edition
comes out at 4:00 A.M.

When Tony saw
this picture of you,

that was more
than he could take.

I mean,
you at a war memorial,

getting your fake pats
on the back

for all your fake service

with your fake
politician's smile.

So he called you that morning,

said he was gonna expose you
soon as the sun came up,

and you snapped.

I'm not proud
of all the lies.

Yeah, but you
kept the act going anyway.

Digging the hole
deeper and deeper.

I mean, how could you lie
about being a P.O.W.?

Such a slap in the face
to all the people who served

and all the people
who've died.

I needed to butter up
a loan agent at a bank.

I came up with the lie,
and it worked.

Since then,
I just went with it.

People hear you're a veteran,
they don't question it.

They just want to help you.

Yeah, but Tony didn't want
any help, did he?

In fact, he was just looking
for a bus big enough

to throw you
and all your lies under.

I begged him
not to tell anyone.

Whatever he wanted,
I-I-I was willing to help.

But Tony didn't care.

He was gonna go viral
with it.

So you took him out
before he could take you out.

I swear to you, Tony was alive
when I left his truck.

- I didn't kill him.
- You had motive and opportunity.

Yes, but I don't have the guts
to do something like that.

I don't have it in me
to do something like that.

I swear to you,
I don't.

I've never even
shot a gun.

All I was trying to do
was broker a peace

between the traditional
restaurants and the food trucks

before something
terrible happened.

All right.
Sit tight, councilman.

Someone will be in soon
to read you your rights

for impersonating a marine.

Oh, and, um,

thanks for all your help
with the substation.

Here you go.

Thank you.

You're welcome.
On the house.

Oh? Thank you.

Mmm.
Oh, that's the real deal.

Oh, that's good.

You know, it's such a shame
about places like this.

You know,
fighting to keep up

with every new culinary trend
that comes around.

The insurgence
of the food trucks

and their colorful owners

and their grassroots
ninja approach

to attracting customers.

Restaurant people
aren't wimps, detective.

You go into it
knowing the odds.

You put your heart and soul

and everything you have
into it,

but you're still at the mercy
of public opinion.

Then there's
fighting city hall,

their never-ending
health and building codes

just to stay in business.

I mean, those pipes
that you had replaced --

I bet they worked just fine,
didn't they?

Yeah.

Well, that's something

the food trucks
don't have to deal with.

No. It's not.

Yeah,
it just doesn't seem fair.

I can still smell
the fresh-baked bread.

Ohh.

Yeah, you know,
I get it.

I totally get why Tony
liked coming here

in the morning
before he opened his truck.

Just sat here with his coffee
while his boar braised,

talking with you.

I mean, I can totally see
why Lana thought

the two of you were
having an affair, as well.

We weren't, detective.

No, I-I know.

I don't see it,
either.

What with Tony's way
of pissing people off

and take-no-prisoners
attitude.

I mean, who wouldn't
take that personally?

I told you Tony and I
were making an effort.

Yeah, and as they say --

keep your friends close,

keep your enemies closer.

What was that?

Oh, and I forgot
to give you something.

Whoa,
what are you guys doing?

I-I just got that wall
replaced.

Doucet was dragging his feet
on the food-truck ban,

doing as politicians do.

You know, feeding
the bricks-and-mortars one thing

and the food-truck owners

and their loyal Twitter fans
another.

And with the vote
in three days' time

and Tony hell-bent
on defeating that ban,

well, then,
when you turned up early

to bake bread that morning
and you saw them talking?

Well, you probably thought that
he was cooking up your demise --

and with it,
the family legacy --

which is why I thought
it was odd

you didn't tell me
that you baked fresh bread here.

Every morning. I mean,
it's the thing you love most.

It's the heart and soul
of your restaurant.

Until I realized
why you didn't tell me.

Because at 4:00 in the morning,
when you bake that bread,

you definitely would've heard
a gun go off.

Especially if you were
the one holding it.

You needed that vote,

so you waited
until Doucet left,

and then you did what he
didn't have the balls to do --

shoot arrogant,
rabble-rousing Tony,

clearing the impasse
for Doucet

to get the food-truck ban
passed

and allowing you to go back
to doing what you do best --

baking bread
for Agnes and Milton.

And with the city forcing you
to replace these pipes,

that didn't actually need
replacing,

you had the perfect place
to hide the murder weapon --

Tony's own gun.

Mmm, mmm, mmm.

- Congratulations, detective.
- Thank you.

But when you got suspects
that are that passionate

about their food and the legacy
they're trying to protect,

it's not that hard
to figure out.

So it was a crime of
passion after all.

When did you get onto
the restaurant owner?

Oh, you know,
somewhere along the line.

Fair enough.

I'll figure you out
eventually.

I'm hungry.

Maybe if the trucks
are still serving,

I can pay you back
for the short ribs.

Can I get a rain check?
I have dinner plans.

Dinner?
At 4:00 in the afternoon.

It's a --
it's a pretty special dinner.

I found this truck
on Twitter.

It's called
Slap Yo' Mama.

Figured
it had to be good.

You're obsessed.

Yeah. A little.

I cannot believe this.

I can't believe you're here.

Yeah,
I'm a little surprised myself.

But when you told me
how things were going

and that I wasn't gonna
to see you this weekend

to make it all better,
well, then, I had to come.

And bring me
really-bad-for-me fried chicken.

You're a peach.

Well, it's Georgia.

Everything's a peach.

And mock me if you will,

but comfort food fixes
everything.

Beer speaks for itself.

This is amazing.

You're amazing.

- So.
- So what?

Let me have it.
Let you have what?

Everything you've been dying
to unload

but haven't had anyone
to unload on.

Yeah?

I'm all ears.

Okay, Miranda
is such a little bitch.

I mean, who does she think
she is?

She's like 12 years old

and ordering me around,
assigning me the shit jobs,

and all with this face

like I stole
her boyfriend or something.

And, awesome --
this morning, I woke up to ants.

- Ants?
- Yes. Ants. Everywhere.

I think they're coming in
through the balcony.

But I did get rid
of that weird fish smell

that was coming
from the kitchen.

And I found
this really great park

right by the apartment
that we can run in.

Oh! And there's this bar
near the apartment,

and it's got
normal people in it.

It's not wall-to-wall
yellow jacket mascots

and drunk 20-year-olds
throwing up all over each other.

And did I mention

how awesome
the graveyard shift is?