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Well, what's up with Bob?

I'll tell you exactly what's up with him.

He wants a promotion.

What? No way.

Trust me on this one, Bubba.

All right, well, he'll go from assistant to executive assistant, huh? I think

his ambitions are somewhat higher than that.

Hey, I got in this detention business to be partners with you, not a bunch of

other guys.

We'll hear him out, then we'll say no.

So where's this meeting?

We're at Callion Joint on the plaza there.

Parking's a bitch around here, man. Look, we got lucky. There's one right

in front.

All right.

Oh, man, that chick is trying to take our spot.

Like hell.

Yo, you want to go, bitch? Because I'm ready to kick your ass, bitchy.

That's my spot, numbnuts. Yes, it is.

Yes. I was saving it for you, brother.

Go on. Go on there. Pull in. I'll watch for traffic, all right? Buzz, move your

damn car.

I'm hopping up in 875 for the garage.

It's my pleasure.

Uh -huh.

What did I tell you?

Well, if you and I, I know you want to.

I know you'd say, move down there, children.

Put your hands.

Come on, put your hands.

Come on, put your hands.

Feel like you kiss her.

Do you still hold his hand?

Would you cheat with a sister?

Do you march her up and down?

My brother. I'll be back in a moment. We've reached a junction in the

conjunction of our relationship.

It's in English, boss.

I've got an offer from another detective firm.

Really?

They're offering to make me a junior partner.

Now, the simple math is this, right?

You match their offer and I stay. You don't.

And I go.

Chicken looks good.

Yeah, let's look at that myself.

Oh, well.

Bye -bye. All right, come on. Come on here.

And you know my loyalty is to the Bridges and Dominguez firm.

All right?

Bridges and Dominguez.

All right, so where's the reciprocity?

Oh. We don't like being leveraged.

You know what's fine? Fine.

I ain't gonna beg.

Let him go.

What are you afraid about? He'll be right back.

You know what? You know what? I have given you the best months of my life!

And the chicken sucks!

God,

was that a body? Yes, it was.

Oh, my God. All right, let's check everybody and then call 911.

Then let's get the hell up there.

there and don't let anybody in this door.

Hello?

SFPD?

SFPD?

Found it in the bathroom.

Ashley Corbett Scott.

Married.

Husband's name is John.

Missing North Beach.

Think you checked in in order to check out?

There are easier ways.

Did you see a note anywhere?

No. Nothing in the bathroom either.

Well, that's funny because...

Usually when you're looking to kill yourself, you want to clean up.

Get your life in order.

It doesn't feel that way.

I'm getting the feeling we're missing another party here.

Yeah, and at 2 in the afternoon, I'm thinking that it wasn't her husband.

Let's find her husband anyway.

First thing.

What happened? What's going on in there? Don't worry, the mess is all on the

outside. Tim, get in front of that door. Don't let anybody in until the CSU boys

have gone over that with a fine -tooth comb.

All right, let's get started.

You and you.

Excuse us. John Scott?

Yeah. Inspectors Cross and Leak.

What?

Something wrong?

Mr. Scott.

Can we go inside and talk?

What happened?

Did something happen to Ashley?

I'm sorry to be the one to have to tell you this.

Your wife is dead.

This is a joke.

No, sir. It's no joke.

I'm sorry.

Jill. Hi, it's John Scott.

Can I talk to Ashley?

The husband was a sales rep with Sun Loving Horizons, a software company.

He was in Palo Alto chatting up a client at the time of his wife's death. I

confirm that it's airtight.

What did you get from the hotel? Well, Ashley Scott checked in under her maiden

name, Corbett. She used this credit card right here, also under her maiden name,

and bills in her office.

And according to hotel staff, she is a semi -regular.

Was her husband aware of this? He says no.

I believe him. So do I. The guy was devastated.

Anybody see who Ashley was with?

No, she checked in alone.

What else?

Preliminary coroner's report found shards of glass in Ashley's palm and

They match up with that champagne flute you two found on top of the TV.

They had it in her hand when she went over the railing, huh? Yeah.

All right, recheck the champagne flute we have for Brandon.

My guess is we're going to find it somehow mysteriously got moved and

without ever being touched.

You know what? It's right here.

No prints, but room service confirms that there were two champagne glasses

delivered.

So where's our missing guy?

All right, check with Ashley's office.

Maybe she had a boyfriend.

Maybe she had a girlfriend. Who knew about the boyfriend?

Let's keep tabs on that husband, too. Just because he wasn't there doesn't

he wasn't involved.

We're on it.

I have a feeling I'm not going to like this no matter how it turns out. Well,

happy Valentine's Day, Bubba.

Boss.

What's up, man? We've been trying to call you.

What's up with me?

Well, what's up with this crazy -ass kind of world we're living in where a

being falls from the sky and lands right on top of your head?

All right?

I'm chilling.

I'm chilling, my brothers.

Right here.

I've seen this before, nice man.

Temporary agoraphobia.

Damn straight.

Half my wardrobe's angora.

Uh, boss, listen.

What's happened here is that you've had a little bit of a scare, and it's a very

common thing. We see it happen a hundred times, haven't we?

Oh, yeah, hundreds.

Come on, let's take a ride.

Well, no, thanks, but, you know, I'm going to stick right here. Oh, come on.

little fresh air will do you good. No, I ain't going to go, no.

Come on.

Joe, go ahead.

No, you can't make me. Come on, I don't want to go. Hey, now, boss, what are you

going to do if there's an earthquake, man? Come on, let's go. Oh, no.

No, no.

Hey, boss, don't make me shoot you. Now, come on.

Get out there.

Okay, okay, damn.

All right.

Okay. Come on.

I gotta set the alarm.

Don't you burn me.

Don't you burn me.

I just can't do it.

You know what?

Neither can I.

You want something?

Yeah, I want something.

I brought that with my money.

You can have it. Wait, wait, wait.

Why are you going so fast?

You know, you're costing me money, keeping Terry off the streets.

Look, I don't tell Terry what to do, all right? What she does is her own

business. No, no, no, no, no, no.

What Terry does is my business.

Yo, yo, yo, okay, back off. Come on, back off.

Hey.

Now, you don't interfere with her job ever.

You got that?

This is it.

Thank you. We're going to need to go through her things.

Sure. Any handy to help?

Miss Crate, I take it you knew Ashley pretty well.

She worked for me for three years.

She was a good friend.

I wish there was a delicate way to put this. I was wondering if Ashley was

happily married. If maybe there was a boyfriend.

If she ever said anything to you at all.

Because if she did...

Anything you might be able to tell us would be very helpful to our

investigation.

Ashley liked men.

There was a guy, Jared something.

She never told me his last name.

She'd been seeing him for a couple of months.

Jared. That's all you know?

That's it.

Thank you.

Thanks a lot.

Hey, man. Got a call. Heard you're down here.

Hey, Joe.

You tell me, man.

You're the one that's hooked up to all these tubes.

Joe, this is Terry, my girlfriend.

How you doing, Terry?

Fine.

So, what happened, man?

I got jumped by three guys from behind. This one guy, he must have hit me with a

metal pipe or something.

I didn't even see him coming.

What'd you see?

I wasn't there.

Oh.

Um, Terry, can you excuse us for just a minute?

Just a minute.

So, uh, you living with her now?

Yeah.

She's a hooker, right?

Yeah, come on, Joe. It's just a part -time gig until she finishes school.

What, high school?

Joe, she's the one that's going to take care of me when I get out of here.

She's going to take care of you.

Man, she doesn't even look like she's old enough to drive, do you?

Yeah, she's old enough.

How'd you get here, man?

All right, look.

I got an idea. When you get out of here, I want you to come home with me, okay?

Thanks, anyways.

I'm not asking you, man. I'm telling you.

You're coming home with me, all right?

Agoraphobia is very common in situations like this, especially seeing a body

fall from the sky. It's bound to bring on symptoms like this.

Well, thank you, Dr. Cross.

My diagnosis is basophobia.

There's nothing wrong with him that becoming a partner in Bridges and

wouldn't cure.

Oh, no, Nash.

I had a friend once who became agoraphobic after a car accident. Her

fell apart. Her marriage, her family, everything was terrible.

What happened?

Well, fortunately, she found herself a very good psychiatrist here in town, and

he fixed her right up.

Probably gave her a promotion.

You painted this picture of my wife, of a woman I don't know.

Someone who had a series of affairs in a hotel room. Someone who was either

pushed or jumped off a balcony to her death.

That's not the Ashley I knew.

That's a woman I would have thrown off the balcony myself.

I'll get it.

John, what can you tell us about your wife that'll help us all escape?

I don't know.

John, you're going to have to work harder than that.

Hold on.

Nobody's that ignorant about their wife.

Or you.

Matt. Are you a cop?

The way you're questioning that guy, you look like a cop.

Where are you?

Look to your left.

No, no, too far.

There.

The building straight ahead.

About a quarter of the way up on the left side.

See the light?

Yeah, I got you.

Are you looking at me right now?

Yes, sir.

You saw what happened here, didn't you?

I saw her go over the railing, if that's what you mean.

Unfortunately, from this angle, I couldn't tell if she slipped or was

I'll tell you this, though. I never saw anyone do it up on a railing before.

It was actually quite titillating.

What do you say you and I get together and talk about this?

Sure, whatever.

Oh, in case you're wondering, the guy you're with is definitely not the guy

was with when she went over.

Are you sure?

Well, let me put it this way.

I could tell that hot chick behind you bites her nails.

Is she a cop, too?

Meet me on this building's plaza in five minutes.

Stop biting your nail.

Here you go.

Ronnie, this is Mr. Cutler. Can you keep him occupied until Nash asks for him?

Yes, ma 'am.

Caitlin. Yeah.

Ashley's mysterious boyfriend, Jared. I found him. Oh, good.

He's a software vendor, one of her very regular accounts.

Oh. Well, looks like he was one of her favorite clients, huh? According to

they spoke almost every day.

Exactly. I'm going to pick him up.

Okay. So would anybody like a little bit more wine?

Uh, no thanks, honey. I'm fine.

So, Evan, I hope that you know that you're very, very welcome to stay here

us as long as you want to.

We're really happy to have them here, huh?

Sleep on the floor in Ula's room?

Maybe we can investigate the mystery of those strange sounds that come out of

her room at night.

Does he speak English?

No one knows.

You know, what he's going through, you don't recover from overnight.

He could be here for months. Are you ready for that?

It's not going to be months, honey.

And was Mama here?

If your mother wasn't here, there'd be a lot more room for him, wouldn't there?

Look, if you resent her being here that much, I can make arrangements for her to

go back.

No, it's okay. I'm sorry.

Mom's okay.

And now he says I'm like a thousand dollars late. If I don't give it to him,

he's going to take it out on me some other way.

What are you?

No.

No, are you stupid? Do you have any idea what happens to girls who cheat

El Diablo?

He lays a hand on you.

I'm going to kill that son of a bitch.

I'll pay him out of my share, that's all.

Look, Terry, if you pay him, then he's going to really think that you did rip

him off.

Every time you see him, he's going to be looking for more and more.

You're never going to get out from under him.

I'll never get out from under him anyway, Evan.

He owns me.

He owns you, okay?

Get that through your head. He owns me, Evan. Why don't you get that through

your head?

Things will be a lot simpler.

Excuse me!

What's going on?

I broke a glass, guys.

It's okay. It's a glass. Be careful. I'll get something to clean it up.

Thanks.

Look, Joe, I was just getting ready to go.

Hey, look.

Don't go running after her, man. Just stay here with us, okay? Come on.

Joe, you got Inger's mom here. You got plenty of room, man.

It's all right. I'll get the rest of it for you.

It's all right. It's okay.

Guys,

let me go.

Thank you for everything. Let me go.

What is this? You can't just haul somebody down to a police station

explanation. Are you in charge? I want your name.

I'm Captain Bridges. Sit down, Jared.

Or be sat down, whatever you prefer.

Ashley Corbett is dead.

No, she can't be dead. How? What happened?

We were hoping you could shed a little light on that for us.

Me? Yeah, when was the last time you saw her?

Wait, was she murdered? Is that why I'm here?

When was the last time you saw her?

Last week, Thursday I think, I was on a sales call to her office.

That's all she was? A customer?

No, there was more.

Obviously you know that or you wouldn't have hauled me down here.

Better? Keep going.

I've been seeing her for the last couple of months outside of work.

But not since last Thursday in her office.

Oh, absolutely not.

Good.

Well, all we have to do to clear this up is get you to stand in a lineup.

You know, I think that maybe I should see a lawyer first.

Why?

Well, you're accusing me of murder. Isn't that what's going on here?

I just want you to stand in the lineup.

If you haven't seen Ashley since last Thursday, that shouldn't be a problem.

Is there a problem?

No. No.

Good.

Well, then stand in the lineup so we can get on with the rest of our lives.

Ronnie?

What do you want?

It's worth more than a thousand dollars.

So? So that's it.

She's even, she's out.

She ain't out unless you give it up every week. Week in and week out.

So why don't you just run back and you tell Terry to get her ass back here.

I'm through playing.

You tell her that.

Give me the watch, Evan.

Good watch, Joe.

Give me the damn watch, Evan.

And I'll try to forget that I opened up my home to you and you stabbed me in the

back.

Joe, are you accusing me of stealing? You don't get it, do you?

I'm the last friend you got.

Now I want that watch back at the end of the day or I'm going to come back here

and I'm going to kick your ass.

Tell me if you recognize anybody.

Okay.

Hey, you got him. Number three.

Hmm. You're confident.

Final answer. No doubt.

Our amateur astronomer came through. He picked Jared out of the lineup like

that.

That's what I love about this city.

You can be a pervert and a good citizen simultaneously.

Harvey, just came over to dispatch.

Somebody broke in your house.

What? Oh, baby, go.

We'll finish with Jared.

Oh, man.

Well, that was fun. Are we done?

Not just yet, Jared, my boy.

Wait a minute. You said after the lineup I was free to go.

You plunked.

There, in the chair.

We've got an eyewitness with a telescope who saw you and Ashley on the balcony

of that hotel.

Now, do you want to start over?

Maybe with something resembling the truth this time?

All right. It was an accident.

I mean, Ashley loves thrills. Doing it on the balcony, that was her idea.

The more danger, the better with her.

So you guys were having sex, and she slipped.

Did she lose her grip?

I know.

It's totally bizarre. That's why I took off, you see, because I knew no one

would believe me.

Of course.

That's right after you made sure that there wasn't a trace of you left in that

hotel.

Including fingerprints on the glassware. I admit that.

Yes.

That's your story and you're sticking to it.

Yeah, that's the truth.

Mary, hey.

Hey, come here. Come here. Where have you been? I've been looking for you all

day. I've been worried about you. Now you're working?

Come on. Leave me alone, Evan, okay?

What happened?

Yeah, well, what do you think?

Mary, I want you to tell me right now where you are. Stay away from me, Evan,

okay? I'm not going to stay away from you. I don't want to hurt you.

It's the right thing. It's the right thing, you know?

You can't protect me from him. Please, please, please.

This is what you want.

This is what you want.

It's not so bad, you know?

We'll still be okay.

Hey, we can be together when it's okay, you know?

Just go, okay?

Go.

Go.

Now, Jared claims that after Ashley fell, he freaked out and left the hotel,

right? Right. Well, I just checked the hotel surveillance tapes, and they've

cameras covering all the exits. In the four hours after Ashley died, there's no

visual record of Jared leaving the hotel.

Maybe he did leave the hotel.

Yeah, well, I thought of that, but I can't put him in any of the other rooms

either. Well, he didn't do a Houdini on us. All right, you and Hart.

Interview everybody that checked in or out of that hotel in the 24 hours

surrounding Ashley's death.

Somebody's got to know something.

Got it.

What's going on with you?

Will you be using your razor blades now?

Oh, Nash, man, this whole Evan thing.

Yeah.

Maybe we ought to put him out of his misery so we can get put out of ours.

Don't tempt me, man.

I took something from my house.

The watch that I gave Inger for her 40th.

I called him on it and he denied it.

Write him off, Joe.

Can you?

I don't know.

I know you can't help anybody that's not willing to help themselves.

Well?

As far as I can tell, boys, there's one thing missing from my apartment, and

that's the gun that I bought from Evan.

Idiot. Where is he?

I think I can find him.

How do you want to play this one, Nash?

I'll tell you what I want to do. Let me see if I can talk to him, okay?

Harvey?

I'll ignore my emotional response. Do what you think is best, man.

Thanks, Harvey.

Miss Terry, she's up in 204.

Yeah, I know. I've been here before.

It's up here, to your right.

Please, open the door, baby. Please.

Evan?

Evan, it's Joe.

I'm coming in, okay?

Evan? It's Joe.

Evan.

Don't come any closer, Joe. All right.

I don't think you want to be here right now, bro.

Hey, I'm here, Evan, man. I'm not going anywhere, okay, man? Just be cool.

Nobody knows how I feel, Joe.

You're right.

Nobody knows. Nobody knows how you feel, man. You're the only one, okay? So tell

me about it, huh?

Tell me about what happened today, man. What went on?

Today?

Today I realized I've spent my whole career chasing scope bags.

I'm going to pull this trigger.

I'm going to stop all that pain that I've caused others.

And my life is going to be over.

Hey, man, don't be silly. Come on, man. Come on. Give me the gun, man. Come on.

I'm absolutely alone.

Tell me about your pain, man.

Come on. Where does it hurt?

It's time for you to go, Joe.

I'm not going anywhere, okay?

I'm not going anywhere.

Put it down.

Put it down.

Come on. Come on. Put it down. Come on.

Watch, Joe. It's okay, man. It's just a watch.

Forgive me. It's a little watch, but don't worry about it, okay? Come on.

The next time Boz Bishop calls, you tell the switchboard to not take advantage.

What do you want me to do?

Let me show you.

All right.

Match made.

We got soup.

Boy, I'm hungry.

Which has all the incoming and outgoing hotel guests. Which has one woman,

Marilyn Thompson, who was booked into room 912.

At least that's what the hotel register says. Yeah, but in reality, Miss

Thompson, who lives here in the city, she was nowhere near the hotel, Nash. In

fact, she hadn't used the credit card used to register her at the hotel in

weeks.

Because? Because she'd left it at Fordham Antiques on Union Street.

Antiques, it turns out, is owned by Miss Helene Taylor, wife of Jared Taylor.

Well, now you got my attention.

So, we expanded the surveillance window a little bit. We came up with a couple

of luscious tidbits.

48 hours before the murder.

That's Helene.

Checking in.

And then 20 minutes later, there's Jared.

Coming from the hotel parking garage through an underground entrance.

That's why nobody saw him going up to Ashley's room. He came down from another

room.

Hmm.

When did they check out? A day after the murder.

They just waited up there until the cops split.

Then they took off, making sure that they paid for the room in cash.

Right, that's why Ms. Thompson's name stays on the register, but her credit

was never charged. It was pretty smart.

I'll be sure to compliment them when we get their asses in here.

Anything to say?

It was her idea.

You're beautiful, man.

Every time I trip you up, you find someplace else to go.

Look, my wife discovered the affair, and she said she would leave me.

I couldn't bear that.

I know this sounds crazy, but I love my wife.

We had our problems, but we were soulmates, you understand?

Hey, Helene said that she would take me back, but on one condition,

that I get rid of Ashley.

I really get rid of her.

So he hatched this plan that I was supposed to have sex with Ashley on the

balcony so that I could be in a position to push her off.

I didn't want to do it. She made me do it.

Now

that's

a story I believe.

He's lying.

He's a liar.

He's lying.

About what?

About me, about my participation, all of it. Helene, we have you on hotel

surveillance. We have your prints all over the signature check -in card.

I'm not saying I wasn't there.

I didn't kill anybody.

And you have no proof that I did.

Well, let me see.

We have your husband's testimony.

And we have your participation by stealing a credit card, registering

assumed name.

Sounds like conspiracy to commit murder to me.

I wasn't there.

He killed her.

He told me he did.

Now he wants to get out of it.

Ronnie.

Hooker.

You won't win.

I will bury you in court. Nobody is going to convict me.

Let me give you some advice, Elaine.

Don't testify in your own defense.

Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz. Stop filling up my damn hard drive, will you?

You have to be right.

Why are you doing all this, Joe?

Because somebody did the same thing for me once.

You know, Evan, I'm a lot like you.

My whole family's full of cops.

My uncle was a cop. My dad was a sheriff down in Rio Doso, New Mexico.

When I grew up, I wanted to go someplace else, anyplace else.

I came here to San Francisco with my own place.

That's sort of how I felt when I left Chicago.

I wasn't exactly a model cop in those days.

I think I was trying to prove to my dad that I wasn't good enough to be a cop.

Well, anyways, one night after work, I had a few too many, got a DUI.

I was on the verge of being bounced off the force.

My new partner, who didn't know me all that well, stood up for me.

He didn't care if I was Mexican, which was a big deal back then.

He went to bat for me.

Nash? Uh -huh.

He believed in me a lot more than I believed in myself.

Because of him, I got a second chance. It changed my life.

I don't know what to do.

I don't want you to do anything.

Okay?

I got a new place for you, and I want you to go there.

Don't worry about El Diablo. I'll take care of him.

Hey, you're going to be fine.

This section is private.

That's good. I want to talk to you in private.

Get him out of here.

Come on.

Put it down.

What do you want, man?

I want you to leave Evan Cortez alone.

I want you to leave Terry Bayer alone and release her from all obligations to

you. You got that?

Because if you come near him or you come near her, I'm going to come back and

see you about it.

And I can wreck your life, punk.

And I can ruin your livelihood.

So don't make me come back here.

Evan. What are you doing?

Going.

Didn't you hear?

Your friend Joe ran off all the other.

I'm free.

I don't have to work for him anymore.

Yeah.

You should really take advantage of that, Terry.

Me too.

Here. Thank you.

You look hungry.

Yeah, yeah. Come to mention it, I'm a little bit hungry.

Fresh out of the oven.

Yeah.

Thank you.

Good luck.

Joy, Jane.

What? I want you to love me. All right.

I'll make sure that.

No, I know.

Better. And you?

I'd just say it brought back certain memories.

What, from our past?

Exactly.

Well, little did I know way back then what a grand schemer you would become.

Or a source of great revenue to you, my detective brother.

This would be true, my brother.

Which brings us back to the Boz issue.

Yeah, Boz.

So what are we going to do?

Well, I don't know. One way or the other, we're going to have to make a

decision.

All right.

Now, boss, here's where we come out on this thing.

We can't meet the other firm's offer.

But we are willing to stay in six months or so, make you a junior detective.

Really, G? Yeah. No joke? No joke.

I mean, you've done good work for us in six more months, and we'll promote you.

Oh, that's beautiful, man. That is totally beautiful.

Cool. I'm in.

All right.

Now, wait.

Boss, if you're going to be working for us, you have to be manning the office.

From the office.

Got it?

Got you covered.

All right, later.

Peace out.

Did we just get horn -swoggled?