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♪♪

♪ I got today,
and that's all I want ♪

♪ I got my friends and my
records and a couple of bucks ♪

♪ Got a smile on my face ♪

♪ That's more than enough
for me... ♪

(music continues faintly
through earbuds)

(screaming)

♪ It must be the way
you rush right through me... ♪

WOMAN:
Here are Kafka's drops.

She needs them in 15 minutes.

- And-and now this is Hixie.
- Okay.

She snarls at homeless people,
which is embarrassing,

but she hasn't ever
bitten anyone.

Now, Hixie only goes
on the grass

in front of the Children's Zoo.

Now, Patches here
will go anywhere.

But please remember
that she is lactose intolerant.

- You sure you got all that?
- MAN: Totally.

No milk for Hixie.
Uh, P-Patches.

No. Th-That's Misu.

Your dogs are fine
with me, ma'am.

Okay.

- (barking)
- MAN: Dixie? Uh...

- Hey!
- Dixie?

- Hi. Look at you.
- Patches?

Uh, Kafka?

This isn't Dixie.

This is Patches, right?

That's Dixie.

Dixie can't walk

in the heat for more than
eight minutes

without hyperventilating
and her tongue swelling up.

Misu will only poop on
the north side of 61st Street,

and occasionally on the
doorman's shoes at the Pierre.

It's a long story.

Hixie... he needs
an attitude adjustment.

And that there is Kafka.

Kafka has cataracts
and is due for drops in...

14 minutes.

Uh, h-how do you know all that?

Oh, well, I was eavesdropping.

- And I remember everything.
- Listen, do you...

Do you want to walk half of 'em?
I'll split the money.

Oh, no, that's okay.
I already have a job.

Here. Here you go.

Dixie left you a little surprise
over there by the fire hydrant.

I would pick it up
if I were you.

I haven't got time.
I got to get to class.

No, no, no, really...
you might want to pick that up.

Sure.

All right, have a good day.

(dogs barking)

? You wake me up,
you wake me up.?

Well, look what the cat
dragged in.

I thought you could all
use a little change

from your regular
morning coffee,

so fresh-pressed organic juices
from the Pune Press Express.

Try it.

Uh, what's in this?

What isn't? It's a Reset A-Gogo.

It has pineapple, ginger,
lime and chili.

- Chili?
- CARRIE: Mmm.

- AL: Okay.
- Oh, thank you.

(sighs)

I think I'll, uh, save mine
for lunch.

Wheat grass alfalfa swirl?

Come on, it's the milkshake
of the gods.

And the cows?

- Hello.
- Special occasion?

Yes, actually.

The weekend's almost here,
so I got you a little surprise.

I hate surprises.

Oh, come on, it's fennel juice.

That's why I hate surprises.

It's not really, it's lemonade.

Why don't you try it.

- Yum-yum.
- Mm-hmm.

Unsweetened.

- Mmm.
- (laughs)

The truth is, I have
a little surprise for you.

How about a nice little
paid vacation?

I have a little summer cottage,
out on the Island.

It's all yours.

And what's the catch?

Does there always
have to be a catch?

- Yes.
- Yes.

Okay, it seems

the mayor's press secretary,
Sandy Elsworth...

he's got a little place
in Southampton Village,

and, I don't know,
I guess his kids are friends

with the kids of
the mayor out there...

Mm-hmm. See?

The point is, this morning,

the body of a young woman
washed up

on the beach
in front of his house.

Southampton Village
has officially

requested our assistance.

The local police
can't handle it?

Long Island serial killer.

- ELIOT: Exactly.
- Oh.

14 victims
in the last ten years,

most of them young women
dumped on the shore.

If this is number 15,
I want you guys out there.

So our little paid vacation
is actually

hunting a serial killer.

Don't forget to pack sunscreen.

Yeah, she washed up
right about here.

No I.D., no shoes.

Just the, uh, dress
she went in with.

I think he's back at it.

AL: You think she's a victim
of the serial killer?

She fits the profile.

The previous victims
were all young,

attractive women found
near the water's edge, so...

Yeah, that's true.

I believe they were
all dead, as well.

CARRIE: I think what Al
is trying to say

is that we're gonna need more

before we identify her
as the 15th victim.

- Yeah, of course.
- The fact is,

the other girls,
they washed up farther west,

along the Ocean Parkway,
Gilgo Beach area.

Right, but based on

my analysis of
the current patterns,

I believe the body could've been
carried this far east.

Okay, I'd like to see
that analysis.

But if she is number 15,
could also mean

our guy's got
a new dumping ground.

- (phone ringing)
- Anyone I.D. Her?

Canvassed the beach, thrown up
some flyers around town.

So far, no one's recognized her.

What about local fishermen?

Maybe one of them saw
something unusual.

- Maybe.
- You haven't talked to 'em yet?

Sir, there are
only four officers

on the Southampton Village
police force.

One's away
at his sister's wedding,

two are on parking patrol,
so that just leaves me.

Okay.

Hey, Jo.

WEBSTER:
So, I hear your victim's

at some local morgue
out there.

I thought I'd come out
and give you a hand.

Oh, no, Jo, uh,
Al and I have got it.

Don't ruin your weekend.

Carrie, you have no idea
about these rural coroners.

I've heard of some morgues
doubling as feed stores.

Jo, it's the Hamptons,
not Kansas, okay?

How's the weather?

Uh... the weather's great.

It's nice.

Jo, you don't need to come
all the way out here.

I'm telling you,
it is not a problem.

Yeah, I'm getting the sense
that's it not.

Oh, let me ask...

how's the house?

Some cottage.

(chuckles):
Oh.

Wow.

I want to live here.

(chuckles)
Great kitchen.

I might just cook tonight.

Wow, this is amazing.

This fridge is bigger
than my apartment.

Probably gets more light, too.

(laughs)

Oh, my God.

Okay, so Eliot's "little
cottage" in the Hamptons

comes with a not so little pool.

- And a Jacuzzi.
- Mm.

Doesn't really change anything.

Might actually
explain a few things.

Yeah, like why he's so hard
to reach on the weekends.

(phone chimes)

Ah, a text from
young Officer Gosling.

They got a Missing Persons
fitting our victim.

Parents just I.D.'d the body.

Shelly Branigan...
23 years old, from Islip.

WOMAN:
Shelly was the best daughter

any parent could ever want.

She was my heart.

Mrs. Branigan,
can you think of anyone

who might have wanted
to hurt her?

A jealous boyfriend?

She didn't have a boyfriend.

She was studying to get her GED

and then go on
to nursing school.

Course, that dream
had to be put on hold

when James had his accident.

What happened?

Girder collapsed
on my last construction job.

- Crushed my leg.
- CARRIE: I'm so sorry.

AL:
Did Shelly work?

It was a tough commute,

but she found something
over in the Hamptons.

A waitressing job
at Junior's Cafe near Watermill.

- (phone chimes)
- Ah.

Excuse me.

- CARRIE: Who's the artist?
- JAMES: Our son, Spencer.

He's eight.

Oh.

WOMAN: He and his sister
were very close.

AL:
According to bank records,

Shelly recently deposited
$10,000

into her checking account.

Any idea where she could've
gotten that kind of money?

She made minimum wage plus tips.

There's no way
she had that kind of money.

Everything here is
how she left it.

Last time I saw her, she was
getting ready to go out.

Any idea where?

I saw her for a minute
when she got back from work,

around 7:00.

She mentioned something
about a party.

I don't remember where.

She was 23.

I didn't ask.

(sobs)

Why didn't I?

(laughs)

- (knocks)
- Yeah.

Hey, Dr. Webster.

Bet you don't encounter
many of these

in your neck of the woods.

Can't say I do.

Call me Jo.

Yeah. Theodore Blumer. Ted.

"And my boy, Joel,
who knew the stars,

"he used to say
it took millions of years

for that speck o' light
to git to the earth."

First time I've heard
Thornton Wilder

recited at an autopsy.

Yeah, well,
we're doing Our Town

at the Village Playhouse.

Let me guess, you're playing
the Stage Manager?

I wish.

Doc Gibbs. I had the lab coat.

Boy, it looks like she's been
in the water a long time.

Well, judging by
the decomposition, I would say

a couple of days,
but she was dead

before she ever hit the drink.

How'd you reach that conclusion?

Well, there wasn't
a drop of water in her lungs.

And besides, there's this.

Oh.

Penetrating wound
to the brachial artery.

You're thinking exsanguination.

Certainly not the M.O.

Of the Long Island
serial killer.

He strangles his victims.

Oh, you're familiar
with those cases.

I should be.

I autopsied seven of them.

I was not aware of that.

Uh, judging from the wound,

the murder weapon is
approximately three inches long

with rather dull edges.

You're very thorough.

For a country coroner.

What were you expecting?

A potato farmer?

No, actually,
a feed store operator.

Oh.

I was expecting

a condescending elitist
from the city.

Well, now that we've gotten
that straightened out,

let's get to work, shall we?

Liver tests that we ran

on previous victims
of the killer

showed a high alcohol content.

But her blood alcohol was.016.

That's a glass of wine
at dinner.

Any idea what dinner was,
or where?

Unfortunately, the critters
devoured her stomach contents.

Few people realize
that starfish are carnivorous.

We're gonna have
to perform a necropsy

if we're gonna learn
what she had for dinner.

Are you serious?

You're gonna do an autopsy
on a starfish?

Welcome to the seashore.

Oh, man.

Shelly was super sweet.

All the customers loved her.

She ever have any problems
with anyone around here?

She pretty much kept to herself.

I mean, she didn't
go out partying

like most of the kids
around here.

Right.

But her mom said she was
at a party Wednesday night.

If she was,
I didn't know about it.

She also just put $10,000
into her checking account.

Any idea where that came from?

(scoffs) Not from here,
that's for sure.

She mentioned wanting to find

another job
after her dad's accident.

Well, if you wanted
to make extra money,

- where would you go around here?
- I'd check out the board.

People post all kinds
of things on there.

Waitressing jobs, catering.

How about a charter boat?

Pay's good,

if you can stand
eight hours on the water

serving margaritas
to a boatload of drunk cidiots.

"Cidiots"?

Idiots from the city.

Present company excluded.

What about, uh,
Green Dolphin Charters?

She ever mention them?

Saw her talking
to Todd about it.

- I don't know if
she followed up. - Who's Todd?

Todd Peck.
He owns Green Dolphin.

Comes in here sometimes.

Huh.

(ship horn blows in distance)

Hey, Tim.

I took care of that
lapsed registration last week.

We're not here about that, Todd.

Hey, Todd.

You know Shelly Branigan?

Nope, but I heard
they pulled some chick

out of the water
over in Southampton Village.

Is that her?

Why don't you tell me.

I found this in her bedroom.

I give those things out
all over town; called marketing.

Oh, yeah? Well, this...
is called an arrest record.

And, oh, look!

This one is yours.

Yeah, attempted rape.

In Maine.

That was
an underage college girl

who freaked out
when I wouldn't marry her.

Todd, we've also got several

unprosecuted complaints against
you from locals you hired.

Those are bogus
and you know it, Tim.

Where were you Wednesday night?

Down at the Five Hole.
It's a bar.

I got friends
that can back me up.

You ever go sailing in
the Gilgo Beach area?

I go wherever my clients
want me to.

Depends on where
the fish are running. Why?

That area happens to be
the dumping ground

for the Long Island
serial killer.

Get the hell out of here!

I got a waitress at Junior's
Cafe who says you're a regular.

She says you knew
Shelly Branigan.

It's a small town.

Guess what, Todd.
If you don't start talking,

I'm gonna set Tim here
loose on your boat,

and I'm sure he's gonna find
plenty of safety violations.

Okay, okay. I did know Shelly.

She called me up a few weeks ago
to work a charter trip.

Said she needed extra cash.

I'm sure she just
leapt at the chance.

Actually, she called me up
a few days later,

said she didn't need
the money after all.

I figured she landed
some trust-funder.

That's what most of the girls
around here are looking for.

I'm gonna need to see
your nautical logbooks

from the past two years.

Come on, lady,
I don't have time for that.

I got a business to run.

No. You don't got
a business to run.

Not anymore.

Oh, yeah, look at this.
Your permit.

Consider yourself closed
until further notice, okay?

Tim, you gonna let her
get away with this?

Can't be operating
without a license, Todd.

Look, according to
these logbooks,

Peck was in Maine when most of
the serial killings occurred.

Just because he's not good
for the serial killings

doesn't mean
he didn't murder Shelly.

- (phone ringing)
- Yep.

Hey, Jo.

WEBSTER: Oh, listen, I e-mailed
you some autopsy photos.

Hang on, I'm gonna put you
on speaker. Al's here.

We're on speaker.

Ah.

I'm here with Dr. Blumer, the
Southampton medical examiner.

It was definitely a homicide.

The victim bled out
from a stab wound.

BLUMER: We found ligature marks
on her wrists.

It looks like
she was tied with rope

and then weighed down
with something.

That's what a ligature is.

I know, I'm telling them.

Hey, Jo.

(snarling)

I think I know
where that rope might be.

WEBSTER:
Also, we believe

the victim's last meal
included caviar,

and based on the roe,
a very special kind of caviar.

Volga Reserve Ossetra.

Starts at $532 an ounce.

Can't be too many places
serving that, even around here.

WOMAN: Last time I saw her,
she was getting ready to go out.

She mentioned something
about a party.

AL:
Some cottage.

Dr. Blumer, uh, do you know
of a family around here

by the name of Mortimer?

Uh, yes, George Mortimer.

He has a place on Further Lane.

What do you know about him?

He's rich.

Old money.

Uh, beside that,
just, you know, what you hear.

Fast boats,
fast cars, fast horses.

His daughter is getting married,
I think.

Huh.

Oh, did I mention he's rich?

WEBSTER: Carrie, it doesn't
sound as though our victim

kept that kind of company.

Well, she did
the night she died.

What the hell happened to you?

Ah, nothing.

I'm fine.
Just, you know that rope

you wanted me to find
on the beach from the victim?

Well, it seems that stray dogs

don't take too kind
to having their chew toys

confiscated
as crime scene evidence.

So did you, uh... get the rope?

At the lab now.

Great.

Yes, my daughter's
engagement party.

Quite the little soirée.

Rowena, when you're done
with that,

I need you in the kitchen.
Rápido.

Rápido. Come on, chop chop.

You're killing me.

Uh, to tell you the truth,

I thought for sure, uh,
you boys would be up here,

what, with the music going
till, uh, after 2:00 a.m.

Chicago blues...
my daughter loves it.

Flew the whole band out here
for the weekend.

(chuckles)

Uh, now what is this about
a murder investigation?

Her name's Shelly Branigan.

Her body was found on the beach
yesterday morning.

Oh, of course.
I heard about that.

Over at the Elsworth place.

Ah, poor girl.
What can I do for you?

We have reason to believe

she was at your home
the night she died.

At our party?

(chuckles)
Uh, I don't think so.

Could she have
been working, sir?

On the waitstaff?

I suppose it's possible.

Um, you should check
with Lizzy or Travis.

They organized the event.

I just paid for it.
(chuckles)

Wow, it must have been
an incredible night.

I mean, the music,
the food...

I bet she had
an amazing time.

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

Yes, it, uh...
it was a magical evening.

And you served the
Volga Reserve Ossetra caviar.

(chuckles):
I mean, come on, really.

Carrie.

I know, I know, I know.

I said I wouldn't
say anything, but... (groans)

And yet you are.

CARRIE:
I'm such a foodie.

I-I found the menu.

Someone must have
posted it online.

That's...
I mean, the Reserve?

This time of year?

Well, you certainly know
your fish eggs, don't you?

- Yeah.
- (laughs)

Well, you're quite right.

It is very rare.

In fact, I prefer it
to the beluga.

Uh-huh. Mm-hmm.

I mean, after all,

your daughter only
gets engaged once.

(chuckles):
Yeah.

- You hope. (chuckles)
- Right.

Would it be possible
to speak with Travis?

Yes. This way.

(phone ringing)

Oh, excuse me for a sec.

Hello?

There they are.

Travis is not much
of a tennis player,

but he was top of his class
at Wharton.

He'll be joining us
this fall at the firm.

LIZZY: Well, she wasn't
one of my guests.

Did you invite her?

(clears throat)

No, I've never
seen her before. Sorry.

Maybe she worked
on the catering staff?

Uh, I forget; which one
did we go with, Travis?

Uh... The Fish Monger.
It's down at the market

on one of those streets
with the name...

- Birch Road.
- Right.

I'm sure they'll have
the list of waitstaff.

If it's okay, we'd also like

the invitation list
to the party.

Oh, of course.

But, uh, what makes you think
the poor girl was here?

We're not at liberty
to say at this time.

TRAVIS:
Okay, we understand.

We'll forward you
our list and RSVPs.

Whatever we can do to help.

I mean, my God,
it's... it's awful.

All right, thanks.

You want me to show you out?

We're fine.

You ever read The Great Gatsby?

(chuckles):
Welcome to my world.

Mortimer's got
a Bentley convertible,

parks it in the handicapped
every time he comes to town.

I must have given him
20 tickets myself.

I don't think he's paid a one.

Just donates another statue
to the garden at City Hall.

Welcome to the Hamptons.

That was nice back there,

with the "we're not
at liberty" stuff.

(chuckles):
Thanks.

Where'd you get that?

Saw it on TV.

We have about 20 people
on our catering staff.

Mostly locals who've been
with us for years.

The catering supervisor
is the one that does

the hiring and firing.

Hey, Bob?

CARRIE:
Thanks.

Shelly Branigan?

Name doesn't ring a bell.

Hey, Jerry...

Not so hard.

Here. You're chewing it up.

Doesn't ring a bell, huh?

You know, let me
check the staff list

in case maybe
she worked freelance.

All right, Branigan.

Uh, Branigan, Branigan,
Branigan.

Branigan.

Sorry, nope. No Branigan.

You do a lot of work
for George Mortimer?

A fair amount.

- He likes to entertain.
- Yeah?

Do any of his parties
ever get...

I don't know, crazy,
out of control?

Look, this doesn't
come from me, okay?

Mortimer's kind of
a big man around here.

Totally off the record. Promise.

(sighs) All right.

Some of my waitresses have...

you know, complained about him.

Can you be a little
more specific, Bob?

They say once he's knocked back
a few G and T's,

can't keep his hands to himself.

- Ah. - Especially around
the local girls.

The ones who can't
fight back, right?

Right. Those kind.

Yeah.

(people whooping, chattering)

Some town you got here, Tim.

- You grow up here?
- Noyac.

After college, I bummed around
the country for a bit,

but something always
pulled me back here.

I guess the salt air
gets into your blood, huh?

Hey, Chris, how you doing?

Hey, everyone, come here!

I want to ask you
a few questions.

All right, come on, guys.

Guys, come on.

Guys... guys,
stop playing games!

Stop, circle up.

It'll take two minutes.

You were all on the invite list

for the Mortimer's party
the other night.

I want to know
if you recognize this woman.

- I don't.
- Did you look at it?

- There you go.
- No. - Nah, not me.

Uh-uh.

Hey, take a look.

Guys, focus.

- You see her?
- Never have.

- Nah, she doesn't look
familiar, man. - Are you sure?

MAN: So many people
were there that night.

There's no way you can tell.

Nope, not me.

- No.
- Mm-mm.

Nah.

Okay, thanks.

Let us know
if you hear anything.

Why'd that kid seem
embarrassed that you knew him?

- Chris?
- Yeah.

Probably 'cause he's a local.

Dad's a plumber here in town.

He wants to run
with the big dogs.

Give me a second.

Chris!

Come here.

I want to talk to you.

Now, listen, I've been
doing this a long time.

I think you've got more to say.

- Ah, not really.
- Hey, Chris.

Girl's dead.

Local kid, just like you.

I don't want to stir
anything up, all right?

These guys are my friends.

Yeah, you really believe that?

You think you'll still be
in their lives

when they go back
to Manhattan, Moscow,

wherever it is they're from?

All right, I might have seen her
at the party.

But I'm not sure.

Where?

Backyard.

Was she with anyone?
Talking to anyone?

Nah, she was pretty much
on her own.

She seemed a little
out of place.

Probably why I picked up on her.

I've been there.

Me, too.

Thanks for stepping up.

WEBSTER: So, I went over
the serial killer case files

with Dr. Blumer.

And the previous victims
were all strangled

and partially dismembered.

Frankly, this case
does not fit the bill.

What?

What is it with you
and this Blumer guy?

Every time you talk about him,

you get this weird little smile
on your face.

(laughs):
Oh, no.

I just find him interesting,
that's all.

I mean, he's actually doing
a play at the local theater.

- How many coroners do
you know? - See, right there.

- What? What?
- There it is, there it is.

- This weird little smile on
your face. - AL: Honey, I'm home!

He's just doing a play.

- You like him.
- No.

(clears throat)
So...

- I checked with the lab.
- Yeah.

That rope from the beach...

it's sold with a specific brand
of Zodiac dinghy.

Guess who owns two of them.

- George Mortimer.
- How'd you know?

- (door opens)
- JAY: Hey, Carrie?

The jets in the Jacuzzi
aren't jetting.

Jay?

Hey.

I, uh...

thought you guys could,
uh, use some help.

With the Jacuzzi?

Nah, I thought
I could cross-reference

some suspect profiles,

- run some data analysis...
- CARRIE: Jay?

I also understand
you need some access

- to financial files.
- Jay.

He's not... he's not buying it.

Okay, look.

The city's a freakin' sauna,
my air conditioning is busted,

and I really wanted to check out
Eliot's place, so...

- (phone ringing)
- All right, Jay.

Well, you're gonna have

- to earn your keep.
- Really?

Uh, well, when do we start?

Yeah, Tim?

Okay, we'll meet you there.

How about now?

We got a warrant

for Mortimer's place.

Yes!

What's the probable cause
for this search?

It's all right here
in this warrant.

This is absurd.

GOSLING: I found this
in one of the Zodiacs.

Thought we could compare it
to the rope from the beach.

Looks like it just
came off the shelf.

Did you just buy a new anchor
for your boat?

You don't have to
answer that, George.

I most certainly did not.

What are they doing
with that spray?

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey.
- Don't get sprayed.

Watch where you step,
watch where you step.

That's called luminol.

And what is luminol?

It's a chemiluminescent,

which means it glows
in the presence of blood.

MAN: All right, we're ready.
Light it up.

JAY:
Just like that.

Don't say a word.

There were over 250 people
at his home for that party.

Any one of them had access
to that boathouse.

End of story.

I have another story.

Shelly was
an attractive young woman.

Maybe you'd seen her at Junior's
out on Montauk Highway.

Maybe not.

But that night,
she caught your eye.

You invited her down to
the boathouse for a little fun.

Things got hot.

She rejected you.

You killed her.

Let's say... accidentally.

That is preposterous.

George, don't say another word.

Lieutenant Burns
is telling us a story.

At first, you panic.

But then you realize you have
the perfect escape route.

The water.

So you throw her body
into the Zodiac,

tie her to an anchor,
dump her in the sea.

Problem is, the rope frays.

The body surfaces...

floating inconveniently ashore.

Bringing us all here today.

That is a fine story,
Lieutenant.

I suggest you hold on to it.

Who knows?

It might even make a fine
novel or screenplay someday.

You may have even found
your own true calling.

But know this.

If you ever call my client
in here again

and accuse him of murder,

it'll be the only calling
available to you.

We're leaving now.

What are you doing here?

Well, I heard you had
a big fish on the line.

He just swam right by you.

- Oh.
- Let me guess.

Thought you'd come out,
give us a hand?

How'd you know
I was gonna say that?

(chuckles)

??

(meat sizzling)

- Hey, everybody.
- CARRIE: Hello!

Murray, how do you like
your bluefish?

Jay, that is a very
personal question.

No, I was just asking...

- Wh-What?
- (laughs)

Surprise me, Jay.

JAY:
You won't be disappointed.

You get anything on that anchor?

It's what we thought.

The luminol showed
a lot of blood

all over the boathouse,
nothing on the anchor.

So we prove Mortimer bought
the new anchor, we got him.

You know what?

I'll check all the nautical
supply shops in the area.

Yeah, you do that. I got this.

Come on.

(phone ringing)

Oh, Murray, would you
get that for me, please?

Sure.

Hello.

Oh, uh... sure.

Just, uh, hold on one second.

It's Ted for Jo.

Ted? Who's Ted?

Oh, it's-it's just a work thing.

It's the local M.E.

Hello?

(laughs):
Oh, yes.

JAY:
Okay, there are literally,

like, a thousand nautical stores
on the island.

Yeah, so get started.

I got this.

(laughing)

Are you sure you're not hungry?

Nah, I don't have that much
of an appetite.

- Nah?
- Mm-mm.

Okay, suit yourself.

Yeah, check that out.

His family has produced
three congressmen,

two secretaries of state
and an ambassador to Sweden.

And a hell of a fortune.

CARRIE: Yeah, more money
than Shelly Branigan will see

in a thousand lifetimes.
It doesn't...

it doesn't seem fair, does it?

Well, it's the American way.

Every town's got one...
that big house on the hill.

But what was a little girl
from Islip doing there?

Okay, I've been going
through the phone records

from the diner
where Shelly worked.

It turns out
there's a two-minute phone call

from there
to the Mortimer house.

- (phone ringing)
- When?

- A few days ago.
- That's enough for me.

- Hello?
- AL: Nah, nah.

You're forgetting,
Mortimer's lawyered up.

We can't go anywhere near him.

No, I'm sorry, Eliot's not here.

Can I take a message?

MORTIMER:
Rowena. Rápido. Rápido.

Come on, chop, chop.

Maybe we don't have to.

I really shouldn't be here.

If Mr. Mortimer finds out,
I could be fired.

I understand that we put you
in an uncomfortable position

by asking you here, but we
really do appreciate your help.

(sighs)

Here it is.

Shelly Branigan.

She called last Monday afternoon

and said she was a waitress
at some diner.

Did she ask for Mr. Mortimer?

No, the call was
for Miss Lizzy's fiancé,

Mr. Harrington.

Miss Branigan said

he left his jacket
at the restaurant

and he should come get it.

You're sure it wasn't
for Mr. Mortimer?

Oh, yes.

Miss Branigan?

She asked for Travis.

She knew his name.

Huh.

I went to Junior's
with a bunch of friends

after drinking one night.

Must have forgotten
my jacket then.

You said you didn't
recognize Shelly.

- I don't.
- Ah.

Travis, we know
she waited on you that night

at Junior's Café.

We have receipts.

Like I said,
I'd been out drinking.

I didn't recognize the photo.

Yeah, here's the thing, Travis.

When she called
the Mortimers' house,

she asked for you by name.

So she knew who I was.

Like it or not,
it happens out here.

Mr. Harrington,

we did a little digging
into your financials.

We understand you made
a $10,000 withdrawal

from your bank account
a few days ago.

I've got a wedding coming up.

That money was a retainer
for the florist.

That an EpiPen?

Uh, yes.

- Peanut allergy.
- Oh.

CARRIE:
Who's the artist?

JAMES:
Our son Spencer.

He's eight.

Excuse me for a second.

Yeah, sure.

Hey, Jo, I need you
to check something for me.

Engagement party.

Sometimes local kids
try to crash our parties.

You know, free food and booze.

Maybe she came with someone.

Hmm, maybe.

So I was wrong, guys.

There are only 737 nautical
supply shops on Long Island.

In other words,
you haven't traced the anchor.

Whoa, easy, boss.

I mean, I'm working
with some very crude tools here.

I'm lucky if I can get
3G out here.

Plus, I'm running
some kind of RF interference

on the wireless, so...

In other words,
you haven't traced the anchor.

Okay, you could put it that way.

But I'm working on it.

What do you have on Travis?

Well, first off,
he's not who he says he is.

I ran a full background check.

He grew up
as Travis Harlow in Islip.

He and Shelly were

- in the same class at school.
- (phone ringing)

I knew it.

Knew what?

Hey, Jo.

What do you got?

That's what I thought.

Okay, thank you.

- Bye.
- So?

What do you know?

Come with me, I'll show you.

Travis is a good kid.

He came from
a really rough family.

Lot of drinking and fighting.

He and his brother Robbie used
to hang out at our house a lot.

I'm sorry, but Travis and Shelly
grew up together?

You didn't think this was
important for us to know?

They haven't seen each other
in over eight years.

You mean ever since
Spencer was born.

Did you know that peanut
allergies are 85%/ genetic?

Spencer and Travis
both have one.

So do a lot of people.

Mrs. Branigan,
we know Shelly had a baby.

Her autopsy proved it.

There are records at
St. Barnabas Hospital in Islip.

That is not true.

How can you come into our home
and say that?

We have the records
if you'd like to see them.

Spencer is our son.

JAMES:
Sandra.

Stop.

We can't keep
going on like this.

You were right.

Shelly had Spencer
when she was 15 years old.

With Travis.

Yeah.

They were just kids.

So we made a deal.

Travis signed away
his parental rights,

we adopted Spencer
and raised him as our own.

You told us
you didn't even know Shelly.

But the fact is,
you had a child with her.

Why'd you lie?

We slept together once
when we were 15.

Once.

It wasn't like
we had a relationship.

Tell that to your son.

Those were rough years.

My mom was an alcoholic, and
my dad beat the crap out of us.

When Sandra and Jim
offered to take Spencer,

it seemed like a solution.

At least he'd grow up
in a stable home.

So you got
the hell out of Islip,

changed your name,
came back a new man.

I went to school.

Worked my ass off
and made something of myself,

if that's what you mean.

Then Shelly found you again and
threatened to ruin everything.

She wasn't looking for me.

I ran into her at Junior's
beginning of summer.

First time in years.

She told me about
her father's accident

and said they were
strapped for cash,

so I helped her out.

With the $10,000
you withdrew from your account.

I didn't have to give her
a cent, legally.

I just felt bad for her.

Or maybe you just wanted
to shut her up.

If George Mortimer found out
you lied about who you were

and you had
an eight year-old son,

I doubt you'd still be the prize
catch for his precious daughter.

Just because I fathered a child
at 15 doesn't mean I'm a killer.

No, but it gives you motive.

Maybe I should get a lawyer.

Maybe.

You were at the house,

you had a relationship
with the victim,

and you lied to us.

It's not looking good.

Look, we're gonna
find the person

who sold you that new anchor,
and that's it, Travis,

you're going away.

Just a matter of time.

All right.

I did it.

I killed Shelly,
but it was an accident.

Tell me what happened.

She showed up at the party.

Threatened to tell
Lizzy everything.

Then she demanded $50,000
to go away.

I took her down to the boathouse

to try to talk
some sense into her,

but she wouldn't listen.

She got violent.

Came at me with a knife.

I managed to get it
away from her.

Next thing I knew,
there was blood everywhere.

She was dead in,
like, three minutes.

I don't buy it,
not for a second. Too easy.

Yeah, I thought so, too.

- So what's he doing?
- (phone ringing)

(sighs):
I don't know.

Yeah, Jay?

Okay, I hit pay dirt.

Nautical store in Medford
confirms they sold our anchor.

Had the serial number
and everything.

Manager said
the guy came in early.

Was it Travis?

Well, the clerk who sold it
is gone for the day.

Manager's pretty fuzzy,
couldn't I.D. Travis's photos.

But he remembers
the guy pulled a big wad of cash

out of a money clip
when he paid for it.

WOMAN:
The catering supervisor is

the one that does
the hiring and firing.

Thank you.

WOMAN:
Hey, Bob?

He and his brother Robbie used
to hang out at our house a lot.

A scrimshaw money clip?

JAY:
Uh, yeah, actually.

CARRIE:
Jay, do me a favor.

Um, call the Fish Monger
over on-on Birch Road.

There was a supervisor there
by the name of Bob.

I need his full name.

Copy that.

What's Bob the supervisor
got to do with anything?

CARRIE:
He had a money clip.

I saw him shucking oysters.

Not so hard.
You're chewing it up.

Here.

Shelly was killed by
a three-inch blade

with dull edges.

Oyster knife.

An oyster knife.

That's our murder weapon.

(phone ringing)

Yeah, Jay, go ahead.

JAY:
Okay, you guys ready for this?

Bob's full name
is Robert Harlow.

As in Travis Harlow.

So George Mortimer's
future son-in-law

and Bob the oyster shucker
are brothers.

That's why Travis
confessed so fast.

He's protecting his brother.

He knows Robert did it, and
he's taking the fall for him.

Well, what do we do with Travis?

We just arrested him for murder.

That's right.

We just arrested him.

Everyone knows big-city cops

play fast and loose
with the rules.

Looks like you caught a break.

Mr. Mortimer called in
a favor with Judge Addison.

What happened?

Those cops from the city
screwed up big-time.

Continued asking you questions
after you asked for a lawyer.

Got the whole thing on video.

Addison took one look,
invalidated the arrest warrant.

You're free to go.

Just like that?

Well, helps to have judges
who owe you favors, I guess.

But I wouldn't go too far
if I were you.

(door opens, closes)

Seem like he bought it?

Let's just hope it works, right?

(phone ringing)

Yeah, Murray?

Phone tap
just intercepted a call

from Travis
to his brother Robert.

Told him to meet him
at the Marina in an hour.

Travis has a boat out there, Al.

They're gonna run.

AL:
Subject just arrived.

Exiting vehic/e.

He's carrying a duffel bag.

Copy that.

Big brother's in the boatyard.

What the hell is this?

I thought we were gonna
make a plan.

Yeah, this is the plan.

Take the money, take the boat,
go somewhere.

Don't come back. I brought
some clothes and stuff.

No, come on, Travis.

God, Robbie,
why'd you have to kill her?

BOB:
I told you, bro,

she was gonna take you down.

Not enough; he has to say it.

All hold.

TRAVIS:
So she wanted money.

Big deal.

A hundred grand?
That's a big deal to me.

You told me 50.

Whatever, 50, a hundred...

Did she even mention money?

Travis, I know her kind
of people, our kind of people.

- She wanted one thing.
- What did she say?

She said she wanted
to talk to you, say good-bye.

I knew what that meant.

She knew I'd be
heading back to the city

and we'd never see
each other again.

She didn't want to embarrass me
by coming by my house,

so she came to the party,

where she knew there'd be
a million people,

to say good-bye.

I don't know.
A little late for theories.

Get out of here. Now.

And what are you gonna do?

Even if I disappear,
you can't talk to Lizzy!

- About what?!
- You can't tell her!

About what?! About Shelly?!

About my son? I have to.

She'll drop you before the words
are out of your mouth!

I don't care.

You can't, Travis! You...

You're gonna throw it all away.

All right, I screwed up.

But everything I sacrificed
so that you could be somebody...

I worked triple shifts
to put you through college!

I know what you did.

Listen to me.

They got nothing.

We're gonna get
our stories straight and...

- Good-bye, Robbie.
- No, no, no.

Listen, listen, listen.
All right, we can go together.

I know a guy in Halifax.

I'm staying, Robbie!

Get over here!

Get in the damn boat, Travis!

(grunts)

You understand what I did?!

I killed for you!

I didn't ask you to!

That's it, let's go!

Go, go!

All units, green light.

Move in.

(both grunting)

You didn't ask me?!

Huh?! You didn't ask me?!

(siren wailing)

Police! Don't move!

AL:
Hands! Hands!

CARRIE:
Get up! Now!

Back up! Back up!

OFFICER:
All right, keep your hands up!

All right, I got him.

Every day you asked me,
since you were a kid,

"Help me."

So I gave you a chance.

All right, let's go, pal.
Come on.

Good luck.

- (grunts)
- OFFICER: Call it in.

(quiet chatter)

Well, uh, looks like it's back

to confiscating
beach fireworks for me.

I really enjoyed my time
with you guys.

Likewise.

Thank you.

Hello.

Oh, hey!

Just checking in, making sure

you people haven't
trashed my house.

- Well, it's still early, boss.
- (chuckles)

I hear congratulations
are in order, so...

I brought some champagne...
type substance

from a local vineyard.

It's quite a place
you got here, Eliot.

Thank you.

- (chuckles)
- No salt...

Salt or no salt?

Really?

- You don't remember?
- What?

That the last time
we had margaritas was

October 23, 2002...

No. No!

...Winterfest, Hanover Square?

No, no, no, it wasn't.

I know.

My birthday party
at Diablo's last year.

I'm just keeping you honest.

Enjoy your salt.

Thank you very much.

You're thinking about Shelly,
aren't you?

I don't know.

She wanted to see the father
of her son move forward,

get closure,
and it got her killed.

- Yeah.
- What about Travis?

What does he get,
obstruction, accessory?

My guess is
the Mortimers will be very happy

to have this all just go away.

Yeah, my guess is you're right.

"His dream must have
seemed so close,

that he could hardly fail
to grasp it."

Gatsby.

Ooh, not a story
that ends very well.

Ever.

(cork pops)

(laughter, cheering)

JAY:
Oh, hey!

Hey, I got a suggestion.

Major Crimes should set up
a Long Island division.

From June to Labor Day.

Hear, hear!

I'll drink to that.

Whoa. (chuckles)

You guys, let's get a picture.
Let's do this.

Let's... Here, Jay,
come over here.

Yeah, good, perfect.
Stay right here.

- Great, yeah, stay put.
- AL: Picture time, Carrie.

- Come on, let's get in here.
- Ready, guys? Squeeze in.

Hey, guys, get in the shot.

All right, ready?

And one, two, three.

- Smile.
- And...

ALL:
Cheers!
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