All language subtitles for fgghh.S02E09

Previously on Wild Cards...

Aww!

Is this your brother?

You keep your badge...

I stay out of jail and you can
catch your brother's killer.

So, what, we're stuck here?

Together?

Did we?

Wait. We did, didn't we?

Err... how did that happen?

Dorothy's chocolates.

I just don't wanna pretend
like something didn't happen.

Something definitely happened.

My grandfather was
the greatest man

I've ever known.

He lived every day
like it was a gift.

Most people his age
were slowing down.

But not Nana.

Every day there was
something new to learn.

New music to hear.

New art to see.

And he was always active
right up until the end.

The day before he died,

I remember his
final words to me.

Don't forget to open
your eyes and ears.

The world is trying
to tell you something.

You just have to listen.

It's coming from
inside the casket!

Bring the key!

Open!

Ahh!

It wasn't even gray.

It was thinking about it.

You know, I haven't heard
you scream that loud

since you pretended to like
football for that fireman.

Tyrone.

Alas...

He was better at putting out
fires than starting them.

How'd I do?

Hmm. Well, you're no
beauty influencer,

but you have a great canvas
to work on.

Well, you do too.

I'm really gonna miss
this condo.

Don't get misty-eyed.

The last of the packages
are soon to arrive,

and that means...

Yeah, and as long as we keep
solving cases,

I'll get my dad outta jail.

Mm-hmm, and then we grab
the payday of ten lifetimes.

It's just been so nice
to be in a place

for longer than a week.

Waking up in the same bed.

Seeing the same sunrise.

Maybe I did get too attached.

Oh, I'll get it.

No need.

I installed a doorbell camera
and remote key.

Oh, my.

Who is it?

Your attachment.

Why, Detective, we were
just talking about you.

He's kidding.

What are you doing here?

Look, I need a favor.

I'm all yours.

My boat's outta the water
right now.

They're re-waterproofing
the entire hull or something.

So, uh...

Yeah. Say hello
to my little friend.

Of course we'll cat-sit!

O-M-G. The famous Marc.

-Hi.
-It is a pleasure to meet you.

Okay. So, this is his
catnip fish toy.

It's a go-to
if he gets nervous.

His favorite blanket's
in the car.

He'll be fine.

Oh, poor thing.

Does he have scurvy?

Nope. He just looks like that.

Hmm.

We'll see about that.

Oh, yes.

There is nothing that
Uncle Ricky can't fix.

No.

Does he like salmon soufflé?

Of course you do.

Where's he going?

Hey, Chief.
What do you got?

Yeah, sure.
No, I know it.

Okay, we're on our way.

Where are we going?
What should I wear?

Something... black.

Spoiler alert.

I bet we find
a dead body in there.

So, how would you
wanna be buried?

I try not to think about it.

I'd want my ashes sprinkled
over Hugh Jackman.

Dead or alive.

It really doesn't matter.

Noted.

What's up?

You won't believe me
unless I show you.

That's Mr. Singh,
the deceased,

and this is his funeral.

She was inside the casket
with Mr. Singh.

What?

Were they close?

Was there, like,
a two for one special?

I don't understand.

Nobody does.

So, nobody knows who
this dead woman is

or how she got here.

Yeah.

Who are you?

Max, get over here.

As soon as she stops dying,
I'll be right over.

Don't worry, it's safe.

Did the dead woman
tell you that?

Because she's lying.

I promise, amiga.

It's okay.

What you saw was
a cadaveric spasm.

They can persist
through rigor mortis.

They're more common
than you'd think.

Sometimes air can even pass
through the vocal cords,

making it seem like the dead
are talking to us.

Okay, so she's got no ID
and her purse

and her phone are missing?

So... robbery?

Could be.

You can clearly see
the tan line

where her wedding ring
used to be.

An attack might explain
the ligature marks

on her neck.

Well, they're deep.

Think she was strangled?

Likely with some kind of strap,
I'm guessing.

The eyes show
petechial hemorrhaging.

But I need to need to
do an autopsy

to confirm actual cause.

Possible time of death?

Some time between 10:00
and 12:00 last night.

Well, this place would've
been closed by then.

Exactly.

So, how did her body end up
in Mr. Singh's casket?

Let's talk to the owners.

It's a mystery to us.

And you're sure you don't
recognize this woman

in the casket?

No.

We assure you nothing like
this has ever happened before.

I would hope not.

Well, then how do you
explain it?

We can't.

Vernon and I completed
the final prep

on the body last night.

Locked the casket
and headed upstairs.

And what time would
that have been?

Around 9:30.

And then we were upstairs,
uh, playing Donkey Kong.

I wouldn't have
taken you as gamers.

Oh, in this line of work,
real life can be

a little much sometimes.

You need an escape.

I understand.

Is there anything else
you'd like to tell us?

No, of course not. No.

Is there some way you
could keep this quiet?

If this gets out,
it could ruin us.

We're a small business.

It's hard enough to compete
with the big funeral chains

without this getting around.

Dad.

Parker.

Uh, you gotta come see this.

Someone forced this open.

When did you notice this?

Just now.

All right, I'm gonna need
to take a look at the footage

from that security camera.

Sure. We can get it to you.

Great.

Uh, no, actually we can't.

It's not working.

Sure it is.

No, you were supposed to call
the security guy and fix it,

but you didn't.

Oh, right. Darn.

I must've forgot.

Things have been a little
stressful around here lately.

Let me guess, the customer's
just dying to get in?

The opposite, actually.

Business has been very slow.

Oh, so it's been dead
around here?

That was the last one,
I swear.

Vernon, I need you.

Mrs. Singh has family
from out of town

and she wants to proceed
with the funeral.

-Uh...
-Will that be okay?

That should be fine.

Mr. Singh died three days ago
of a heart attack.

His death's not
in question here.

But the forensics team
will need to take a look

at the casket.

We can get Mr. Singh
another casket.

Okay. Thank you.

Okay.

Great.

Whoever broke in must've
known that the camera was down

and that they wouldn't
have been recorded.

Vernon didn't exactly seem
like he was in a rush

to get it fixed either.

You think he lied to explain
the after hours

corpse smuggling?

Maybe.

I'll get forensics to dust
this door for prints.

It seems like an awful lot
of trouble.

Why would someone break
into a funeral home

to hide a body in a casket?

What happened to the good
old days when you would just

toss the body into the river?

Because with water, bodies
have a way of resurfacing.

But this?

This was a perfect
disposal method.

Or at least it would've been.

What's strange is that nobody
here knows who the victim is.

Maybe Mr. Singh knew her.

Maybe they were having
an affair.

You think Mrs. Singh,
a woman in her, what, 80's,

killed her husband's lover
and then dumped her body

in the casket?

Hey, love makes you do
crazy things.

I promise you,
that woman is a stranger.

No one has ever seen her.

My husband didn't
know her either.

How can you be so sure?

My husband and I were married
when we were 18.

We own a small dry cleaners,
a full-time job.

We were together
24 hours a day,

seven days a week,
for our entire lives.

Okay, fine.

It was just a theory.

Look, we're so sorry
you're having to go through

all this today,
Mrs. Singh, but...

the forensics team is gonna
need to examine the casket.

I didn't order
that one anyway.

What do you mean?

We prepaid our funerals
years ago.

My husband and I chose
the basic models.

But Mr. Gunderson texted me
this morning and told me

they were upgrading it
because of a long

relationship with them.

Three generations
of our family

have gone through this
funeral home.

We appreciate you taking
the time to talk to us.

Okay?

My condolences.

Thank you.

Right this way.

Thank you.

That's quite the bump
in accommodation.

The casket upgrade is nearly
a ten grand difference.

Yeah.

Doesn't exactly sound like
something a struggling

funeral home would do.

No, it doesn't.

The Gundersons are
hiding something.

Let's go find out what.

We can talk in here.

Look, you said it's hard
to sustain a family-run

funeral home, what with all
the competition

from the big chains.

Right?

Mm-hmm.

So, how could you afford
to give a ten grand upgrade

to super size the casket
for the Singhs?

We didn't.

Of course not.

Then how did Mr. Singh
get one?

The Singhs requested
the upgrade.

Uh-huh. And paid for it.

No.

No, Mrs. Singh told us that
you texted her this morning

offering a free upgrade.

Darling?

It wasn't me!

No, she must be confused.

Grief does that
to a lot of people.

Let me see your phone.

Open the messages.

He's right, there's no messages
to the Singhs.

See?

You could've deleted them.

Like you said, why would we
give away a free upgrade

to a bigger casket?

To fit another body inside.

Oh!

Look, I'm afraid
I'm gonna have to

take you for questioning.

-What?
-This is outrageous!

We can do this the easy way
or the hard way.

No, no, no, no, no.
You just--

Hey, stop!

Look, I'm sorry, but I gotta
take your parents in

for questioning, all right?

They didn't do anything wrong.

It's okay, Parker.

I know who put her
in the casket.

How would you know that?

Because it was me.

I messed up.

Messing up is like when
Ross said Rachel's name

at the altar.

This is murder.

I didn't kill anyone.

Okay? She was...
she was already dead

when they dropped her off.

Who dropped her off?

I don't know!

Okay, Parker.

Calm down.

Now, just tell me what
happened from the beginning.

I owe a lot of money.

From what?

Gambling.

My parents don't know.

Who do you owe the money to?

My bookie.

But he was arrested
a couple months ago

and sold off my debt.

I was told that one day
I'd be asked for a favor.

And yesterday was that day?

Last night I got a text
with instructions.

Leave the back door of
the funeral home open

at 1:00 AM, and move Mr. Singh
to a larger casket.

So, you texted Mrs. Singh
from your father's phone,

offering the free upgrade,
and then deleted the text

before he saw it.

You didn't think your parents
were gonna find out

about the upgrade?

Of course, but I was gonna
find a way

to try and cover it up
before they caught on.

And when we showed up,
you faked the break in.

Who gave you
your instructions?

I have no idea, it was
an anonymous text message.

Why wouldn't you
just call the police?

Because they said if
I didn't do this, then...

they'd go after my parents.

Look, Parker, we have
your cell phone.

Okay?

So, if you're lying,
we're gonna find out about it.

I'm not.

Look, I swear I didn't
kill anyone.

Okay.

Apparently, Parker's story
about the texts checks out.

Text messages came in
late last night through

a burner phone.

There's no way to trace them.

Parker's stupid, yeah,
but there's...

no way he's a murderer.

No, I agree.

We gotta talk to that bookie
to find out who he sold

Parker's debt to.

You'll need a medium
because he's dead.

Died of a heart attack
in prison last month.

You gotta be kidding me.

Any hits on our Jane Doe?

Simmons put in a request
to the federal

missing persons database, but
we won't get a response back

until the morning.

Look, someone went to
great lengths

to cover up this murder.

There must be something
bigger going on.

Keep digging.

What are you doing?

I'm waiting for
the third shoe to drop.

Bad news always comes
in threes.

You don't actually
believe that, do you?

So, what does
the third shoe say?

It's the marina.

Apparently, the hull of
my boat's in worse shape

than they thought.

Is there anything
I can do to hull-p?

It's gonna be out of
the water for at least

a couple days.

I'll have to grab Marc and
stay in a hotel or something.

Maybe I'll just crash here.

Hull! No!

There's no way I can
let that happen.

What kind of partner
would I be if I let

you and Marc sleep
in the station?

Max.
We'll be fine, it's okay.

Okay. You're hull-arious.

You're coming home with me.

And not in the way that
that sounds.

More wine?

Sure.

Right.

Sorry.

This dish is incredible,
Ricky.

What's it called?

Uh, he calls it
Ricky Tiki Masala.

Are you done?

I think it's time
for our lavender bath.

He doesn't like baths.

I beg to differ.

It's your funeral.

Ah, you two are on dish duty.

Thanks for letting Marc
and I crash here, again.

Any time.

I mean, if your boat
springs a leak or something.

By the way, I haven't
wanted to pry.

I figured you'd talk to me
about it when you were ready.

But...

Has there been any news
with your brother's killer?

Last update I got,
they tracked him to some

gas station in South Dakota,
and as soon as they got close,

he just...

vanished.

It's kinda weird how he always
seems to be one step

ahead of the Feds.

Yeah, I know.

And how are you
handling that all?

Are you okay?

Sometimes yes.

Sometimes no.

I just wish that I was
the guy out there

chasing that bastard down.
You know?

All this sitting around,
waiting for other people

to get things done,
it's just...

not something I'm good at.

It's even harder when
we're not working.

That's why I've been fixing
the boat so much.

If I don't keep myself busy,
my mind just starts to...

Anyway.

How about you?

Looks like you're getting
settled here.

I am.

Do you think your dad's gonna
move in with you and Ricky

when he gets out?

Maybe.

I don't know.

So, does that mean
you're thinking of staying?

Olive, what do you got?

No, "Hello. How are you?"

Olive, why are you
working so late?

Why are you two together
so late?

He's getting his boat
worked on.

I do not want to know
what that means.

Doesn't mean anything.
It's just...

Never mind.

Look, do you have something?

Of course I do.

I found traces of dog hair
and dander

in Jane Doe's neck tissues.

Given that, she was
most likely strangled

by a dog leash.

So, we know what
the murder weapon is.

That's not all.

I found something tangled
up in Jane Doe's hair.

I just texted you a photo.

A blue contact lens.

Cosmetic.

Non-prescription.

But our Jane Doe
has blue eyes.

So, it's not hers.

Had to have belonged
to the killer.

A blue-eyed killer.

Sounds like a
Netflix documentary.

The one blue-eyed killer.

Remember, the killer's
missing one.

Good point.

But that's an even
better title.

Are you two done?

Buenas noches.

Good night.

Mark and I are ready
for night-night.

You... are on the couch.

And you are in your bedroom.

Thanks... Dad.

Anything else?

Yes. I hid the gummies.

You kids behave yourselves.

Huh. Should, uh...

-Yeah, I should get to bed.
-Probably get some sleep.

Yeah.

Well... have a good sleep.

Yeah. You too.

Oh, wow, Ricky,
that smells delicious.

Hey.

Wow.

I could get used to this.

Have a seat.

Thanks.

Okay. Taste test.

Oh my God.

It's incredible.

It's my mom's recipe.

Yeah. No matter what kinda
mood my dad was in,

if she made those...

just the smell would
put a smile on his face.

Well, I'm with
your dad on that.

Ricky, you gotta try these.

Carbs, darling,
are my no-fly zone.

Why is that picture
turned around?

It upsets Marc.

What upsets Marc?

Oh. Yeah.

Yates. What do you got?

We got a hit on our Jane Doe.

Husband called in
a missing person.

Just arrived to identify
the body.

Oh my God.

Yes, that's my wife.

The last time I saw Janice
was the night before last.

Around 7:00 PM.

She... she left after
we had dinner together.

I went to sleep, and when...

I woke up, she still
wasn't back.

That's...

That's when I got nervous
and I filed

the missing persons report.

Where did she go?

Um...

I assumed she went
to the arena.

The arena?

Millside arena.

She was a judge.

What do you mean,
judge, like...

as in legal?

No, as in beagle.

Dog shows.

We, uh, we travel
the dog show circuit.

All across the country.

I went along to support her.

I can work remotely
from anywhere.

Right, you say you assumed
she went to the arena.

She often prepped the next
day's events the night before.

Did your wife have
a connection to a Mr. Singh?

No, not that I know of.

But again,
we're not from here.

Was Janice ever involved
in anything criminal?

Janice? No. Never.

Never.

Everything about her
was by the book.

That's what made her such a
respected Best in Show judge.

Is that different from
any other dog show judge?

Spoken like a true cat person.

I am so glad
you asked.

It's like being picked to
be a ref in the Super Bowl.

Impressive.

Mmm, you bet it is.

Oh, and get this.

Judges aren't even allowed
to own a dog.

They could be accused
of favoring a breed.

Forensics followed her
rental car's LoJack tracker

and found it abandoned.

No sign of a struggle.

No purse, no phone,
no nothing.

All right, let's get the phone
company to give us

her last location before
the signal cuts out.

Did she have any enemies?

Oh my God, yes.

This world is
insanely competitive.

A lot of people
got angry with her.

A few days ago, her rental car
was smeared with dog food.

She was murdered
with a dog leash,

and they found dog hair
embedded into her neck.

Sounds like an angry
competitor to me.

But how did a
Best in Show judge

get caught up in
the criminal underworld?

I don't know.

It sounds like we gotta
sniff out the truth.

Hi.

I'm Becky Ann Swanson,
and this is Woofie Goldberg.

We're here to win it all!

What do you mean
we're not on the list?

Could you check again?

It's Goldberg.

You're not on here.

And neither your dog.

Well, I'm sure you've got
101 things to think about, so...

give me a second,
I'll figure this out.

Ricky, we're not
on the list.

Ricky!

I'm sorry, buttercup,
lost track of time.

We were meditating.

Okay, well, can you get
your Zen in gear

and get us on the list?

Quiet your mind and
your soul will speak.

We're in.

And you are good to go,
Becky Ann.

Thank you, sensei.

Could you just check
again, please?

And thank you.

Fine.

Are we back on the list?

Are you a new exhibitor?

I haven't seen you before.

Oh, yes, I'm Becky Ann,
and this is Woofie Goldberg.

Huh.

Wesley Barnell, president of
Canine Circuit Dog Shows

and CEO of Furry Cuisine.

Furry Cuisine
is boldly balanced

and brimming with benefits.

It's the barking best for you
and your canine companion.

Well, that is quite
the mouthful.

So is Furry Cuisine.

At my shows, it is the dog
and their handler

that is top priority.

So, if you have any problems,
you come to me.

Hey! You made it.

Uh, thank you.

Um, this is quite the setup
you've got going on here.

Well, less than
four years ago,

when I started Furry Cuisine,

I had one priority.

To provide high-quality,
human-grade food for dogs.

And then that expanded
into a competition,

and now we have exhibitions in
every city across the state.

Who knew?

Well, that is quite
the come up.

I'm just tickled pink
to be here, Mr. Barnell.

You can
call me Wesley.

I think you're
missing something.

I am?

Our brand new
GPS locator dog tag.

You'll always know
where Woofie Goldberg is.

Why, thank you.

And if you need any more,
let me know,

because I have, like...
three boxes of them in my car.

Now, I have some sad
business to attend to.

You'll have to excuse me.

Oh, yes.

I... I heard about that
terrible news.

Janice was a legend.

Yes. She was.

It's heartbreaking
for all of us,

but we press on
in her honour.

Choose any grooming station
you like for Woofie Goldberg.

Hope to see you again.

And that, Lola...

is a toupée.

Pretty good one, but...

a rug for sure.

37 vitamins
and minerals.

In fact...

It's so good...

you'll wanna have a bite too.

Wesley Barnell.

President of
Canine Circuit Dog Shows

and CEO of Furry Cuisine.

Furry Cuisine is
boldly balanced and--

I... I've seen the commercial.

Thank you.

Uh, Detective Ellis.

You got a minute?

I'm sorry.

I haven't slept much since
I heard about Janice.

Of course.

What can I do
for you, Detective?

I just have a couple
questions for you.

Now, the night
Janice was killed,

her key card logged
an entry at 10:03 PM.

Do you have any idea what
she might've been doing here

so late at night?

Well, she was probably
triple checking

the grooming stations
and the show ring.

I mean, she was a true pro.

That's why she was
our Best in Show judge.

Can you think of anybody
who might've wanted

to harm Janice?

Well, everyone hates
the Best in Show judge.

Unless you're
the winner's bitch.

Sorry. Winner's bitch?

The winning dog.

Oh.

Of course.

Sir?

I'm here to move the boxes.

Deliveries are in the back.

You know who you should
talk to is Vicky.

Janice was her mentor.

They were inseparable.

Okay.

Thank you for your time.

Oh. Thank you.

Okay.
You see anything?

No.

What about now?

No.

Okay. Anything here?

Will you stop asking me
and just help me

look for the thing?

Okay, well, I'm just confused
because it says that

it should be, like,
right here.

Ooh... not it.

No, no, no, no, no.
That's not how this works.

We're gonna decide this
like adults.

Yeah.

Okay.

-Mm-hmm.
-Yes.

-Two adults.
-Yeah.

Best two outta three.

Uh... okay.

Oh, you look scared.

No, I'm fine.

Rock. Paper. Scissors.

Clean ears.

Correct position
of front legs.

Firm hind quarters.

Excuse me?

Sorry, I'm just running
the judging checklist.

Are you Vicky?

Hi, I'm Detective Ellis.

I'm here to ask you a few
questions about Janice Evans.

Do you mind if we
do this later?

The next round starts soon
and I'm not prepared.

This should only take
a few minutes.

Now, Wesley tells me that
you and Janice were close.

Is that correct?

She was my mentor.

But more than that,
she was also my friend.

Um...

I just can't believe
she's gone.

How long have you
known Janice?

Oh, I've been on
the terrier beat for years.

Terrier beat?

It's Best in Group.

I mean, I was working towards
Best in Show

with Janice's help,
but, uh...

getting promoted like this
isn't how I imagined it.

Right.

When was the last time
you saw Janice?

At the end of the first day.

Okay. Now, when you saw her,
was there anything strange

about her behavior?

Was she upset about
something, maybe?

No. Uh...

Janice had her
game face on, as usual.

She's...

Um...

She was all business
once the show started.

I'm sure you heard that
somebody smeared dog food

all over her rental car
a few days ago.

Is there anyone you can
think of who might've

had it out for Janice?

This competition brings out
the worst in everybody.

I mean, don't even get me
started on Mrs. Palmer.

They broke the mold
when they made that bitch.

I'm sorry. Who's Mrs. Palmer?

Well, that's a beautiful coat
she's got there.

Mrs. Palmer says thank you.

Well, you're very welcome.

I'm Becky Ann.

Myrtle.

Uh, question...

Why do all these leashes
look the same?

You must be new
to the circuit.

Oh, it's our first big show.

Show leads are all the same
because it's about the dog,

not about the dazzle.

It levels the playing field.

I see.

You're lucky.

Why's that?

I used to be dazzled by
the glamour of it all.

But once you've peeked
behind that curtain,

you realize it's
not about the dogs.

It's just a bunch of
oversized human egos

in ugly competition
with themselves.

Best in Show usually means
Biggest Ego in owners.

Mmm. It's like that, is it?

Afraid so.

But not me, of course.

This is all about
Mrs. Palmer

and letting her shine.

This is our last year competing,
and I just know

that she would die happy
if she could walk away

with the top honour.

Well, don't bet on it.

I can hold my breath longer
than that bitch

can hold her bladder.

Mrs. Palmer got disqualified
when she made a little boo-boo

and dropped a little doo-doo
on her run.

Oh, didn't you?

While my Chiquita here was
last year's Winner's Bitch.

Oh, yes you were.

Don't you listen to him,
Mrs. Palmer.

This is our year.

Yeah. We'll see.

Myrtle was convinced
that Janice had something

against dachshunds.

And did she?

Let's just say that on
the first day of the show,

someone smeared
Furry Cuisine dog food

on Janice's rental car.

I mean, it can't be
a coincidence I saw Myrtle

taking Mrs. Palmer out
for a piddle

around the same time
it happened.

My God!

What is that smell?

Ugh!

It's horrible!

My bad, that smell is you.

You haven't stopped smiling
since I got in here.

This whole thing would go
a lot faster

if you'd help me out.

Says the man
in the garbage bin.

Found it.

Now help me outta here.

Phone first.

It's precious cargo.

Thank you.

All right, help me out.

Nice work.
Smell you later.

Yates!

Yates!

Well, bless my buns.

This will help me
keep track of Lola.

You know she's not
actually your dog, right?

Shh!

Don't say that out loud.

By the way, Cooper told me
that Myrtle Furry Cuisine'd

Janice's car.

What the hell
did you just say?

Myrtle is the one
that smeared dog food

all over Janice's car.

Hmm.

Maybe she finally snapped
after getting passed over

all these years.

Yates, what do you got?

What, I'm contagious now?

Better safe than stinky.

Hey, Ellis.

We got Janice's phone,
it's unlocked.

Great. Did you look at it?

I've smelled it.

That's weird.

Did you find out anything that
tells us why she went back

to the dog show so late?

Oh, you betcha.

And it's a tale
as old as time.

Police. Open up!

Looks like puppy love to me.

So, we confirmed you
were with Janice,

and then she went back
to the arena.

But you lied about
why she left.

I have no idea what
you're talking about.

We have Janice's phone.

We went through all the call
logs and we spoke to

the last person Janice
talked to that night.

Her sister.

She called her crying
on the way to the arena

because she found out
you were having

an affair with Vicky.

You don't understand.

I love my wife.

That's a bold statement
coming from a guy

found wearing another
woman's dog leash.

Yeah, I... I know.

I cheated, it's true.

But I didn't kill her.

Janice was my mentor.

She taught me everything.

I would... I would
never hurt her.

Right.

Apart from having a secret
affair with her husband.

Okay.

Janice lived and breathed
her work.

I mean, poor Oscar was like
a lapdog that she took

with her from show to show.

All the romance was gone
from their relationship.

And now you're
Best in Show judge.

That worked out well for you.

No, no.

When Wesley texted me
that morning telling me

that Janice hadn't shown up
and asked me to

take over for her,
I felt awful.

Wesley texted you about
replacing Janice that morning?

He used to text Janice
her itinerary every morning

at 7:00 AM, like clockwork.

He was... he was like that
about everything

related to the show.

Oscar, this isn't looking good
for either of you.

But we have alibis.

A manager and a...
and a locksmith

can back me up.

Why a locksmith?

So, apparently the locksmith
was from Passion Palace,

and the handcuffs malfunctioned.

And you don't wanna know
any more details than that.

Uh... yes, I do.

Later.

Drinks on me.

Okay, so, if they didn't
kill Janice,

then who did?

Oscar said that Wesley would
text Janice every morning

at 7:00 AM with
the daily itinerary.

-Right?
-Yeah.

Yeah, look at this.

There's no text from Wesley
the day after

she was murdered.

Exactly. Which could be
an innocent mistake, or...

a guilty slip up.

Well, do you think
Wesley knew Janice wasn't

showing up for work?

Well, if Wesley killed Janice
and dumped her body

in the casket, he would've
assumed that nobody

would ever find her.

Well, what do we know
about Wesley?

Wesley Barnell.

Well, he doesn't have
a criminal record.

But...

look at his driver's license.

Does that look like
the Wesley we know?

His eye color is listed
as brown.

We need to find that video
of Wesley's commercial.

The one that played non-stop
at the dog show.

It's fortified.

It's organic.

It has 37 vitamins
and minerals.

In fact, it's so good,
you'll wanna have a bite too.

Mmm.

Furry Cuisine.

The barking best for you
and your canine companion.

Look.

His eyes are blue.

He's wearing cosmetic
contacts.

Just like the one Olive found
in Janice's hair.

I mean, if it matches, that
would connect him to the body.

Book 'em, Danno!

The dog show's done
for the day.

I mean, he could be anywhere.

I know how to find him.

Wesley has a box of
these AirTags in his car.

Yeah, but you need
a serial number to track that.

Or we could just call Ricky.

That's Wesley's car
on the left.

But when I run the plates
for the one on the right,

I get this.

Gregory Thomas.

I swear I've seen
his face before,

but I can't remember where.

Can you run his name?

Yeah.

Gregory Thomas.

Wow.

He's got a rap sheet
a mile long.

He's a known associate
of the dead bookie.

I bet he's the one who bought
Parker's gambling debt.

Bada bing.

That's where I know him from!

He was dressed as a delivery
man at Wesley's dog show.

Doggone it.

But it still doesn't
make any sense.

What does organized crime
have to do with the dog show?

I don't know.

But I'm calling Li
and letting him know

we're going inside.

You got can openers?

Yeah, just make sure
you weigh them all.

They're opening up cans of
Furry Cuisine.

I hope he's not
forcing them to eat it.

Looks like drugs.

Wesley's not just
a dog show mogul.

He's barking bad.

It's a perfect cover
for moving product

without suspicion.

Well, maybe when Janice was
at the arena after hours,

she saw something
she wasn't supposed to.

And so did you.

Slowly...

get up.

Now, don't move.

Hey, man.

Look, I think we can just--

Who's the top dog now?

All right, take cover,
take cover, take cover!

Hey!

Who's there?

- Hey, Max.
- Show your face!

You need to get to the Bronco
right now.

I'm gonna cover you.

On three. Ready?

One.

Two.

Three. Go!

Police. Freeze!

Other side!

Li, I got your right!
I got your right!

Stop!

You're under arrest

for the murder
of Janice Evans.

Put your hands
behind your back.

Metro PD! On the ground!

On the ground!

Drop your weapons!

Hands behind your head.

Becky Ann Swanson?

What are you doing here?

Oh, don't you know?

We're here to bring you
to your new home.

Where you'll get
three meals a day.

And if you're lucky...

they'll let you out
into the yard

to do your business.

I don't even like dogs!

I'm a cat person.

All right, let's go.

Come on.

Just got off the phone
with the Feds.

Wesley's team hid the drugs
in the cans

in his dog food factory.

And he used his traveling
dog show as a cover

for his drug
distribution network.

It was a good racket.

Yeah. So good it didn't
ping on anyone's radar.

Feds also tracked the drugs
back to their

international source.

They're about to take a lot of
bad guys off the street,

so, good work.

What about Parker?

The funeral home kid.

I mean, the only reason
that drug dealer bought

his gambling debt is
so he could have access

to the funeral home
to dump the body.

Parker had no connection
to Janice.

He was just an unlucky sucker.

Don't worry, he's looking
at community service

and probation instead of
real jail time.

Time's up.

Her real parents are here
to get Lola.

Oh, let me just say goodbye.

Unfortunately, we weren't
the winner's bitches.

But we did solve a murder
and help keep

Janice's memory alive.

From now on, the dog show
will be called

the Janice Evans Memorial
Best in Show Championship.

Sure.

Come on.

Here we go.

So, what should I tell Ricky
to make us for dinner?

Could we rain check?

The marina just texted me.
My boat's ready.

I'm just gonna swing by and
pick up Marc, if that's okay?

Yeah, probably for the best.

Ricky's getting too attached.

Come on, I'll give us
a ride over there.

Ricky?

What's for dinner?

I'm too depressed to eat.

Marc is gone.

How can you even think
of food?

Because I'm hungry.

You're on your own.

Just ignore any sobbing
you may hear.

All right.

Here goes nothing.

Don't judge me.

Rules.

The rules I made for myself
are how I got to be

where I am today.

A very rich man.

And more importantly,
a free man.

The rules have to be
non-negotiable.

Nothing less than commandments

brought down from
the mountain.

Those rules are simple.

Never punch down.

Always lend a hand
to those in need.

Don't take anything
from anyone

who doesn't deserve
to lose it.

And...

don't get attached.

Don't get attached
to routines.

Don't get attached to
property or possessions.

And most important of all,

don't get attached to people.

They'll only betray you.

They'll slow you down
or cloud your judgment.

And any one of those can
make the difference

between freedom and
20 years in a cage.

You must be willing
to walk away from anyone

at the drop of a hat.

If you cannot...

that's your warning sign
to cut them loose.

Max!

What?

Do you say "vahz" or "vase"?

Vase.

That's "vahz".

It's "vahz".

What?

Nothing!