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Previously on Wild Cards.

Dad, how about you
just call Mom?

Max, she lied to us.

I know, but she’s your wife.

Because of what you did,

we’re all in
Gedeon Varga’s crosshairs.

It’s hard for me
to open up to women,

’cause the last time I did,
I got burned.

So... how are things
with Jessica?

Um... they’re, they’re good.

We should all go out sometime.

I would love that.

Housekeeping.

Good day. Lady Harding, here.

Terribly sorry, but the safe
in my room will not open.

Would you be a dear
and send someone up, please?

-Hmm.
-Told you.

Temperamental.

Just like my second husband.

Are you sure this
is your code, ma’am?

Oh, absolutely.

11-22. It’s my birthday.

I use it for everything.

Not very James Bond,
I know, but...

Oh, goodness.

I’m already late for my event.

Uh, madam, I’m only
supposed to open the safe

for whomever the room
is registered to.

The suite is booked under
your husband’s name.

-Perhaps you could call him?
-The thing is,

this lunch is a surprise
for his birthday.

My manager is very
strict about--

Of course he is.
They usually are.

Before you rush off,
do let me explain.

My husband grew up quite poor.

His father died working in

the coal mines in Ireland
when he was quite young.

I’m sorry, but--

They had to sell everything
just to keep a roof

over their heads,
including their father’s watch.

A family heirloom

that they passed down
from father to son

for three generations.

That’s a very sad story,
but I can’t--

And I’ve searched
for that watch

since the day
we were married.

20 years...

of estate sales,
auctions, eBay.

A romantic odyssey to find
the one and only thing

my husband cannot buy.

-No...
-Yes.

-No!
-Yes.

-The watch is in there?
-It is!

This stays between us.

Oh.

Oh! My hero.

Oh!

If I weren’t already married

and you weren’t
tragically employed.

Oh. Uh, may I see it?

Oh, I would love that.

But it is already wrapped.

Ribbon, velvet box,
whole shebang.

Of course. Ah.

Have a good day, madam.

Thank you so, so, so much.

And just like that,
the game begins.

Transfer complete.

Oh. How’d it go?

Un morceau de gâteau.

Hey, you actually pulled it off.

I guess we can check
transportation off the list.

I’ll give this to Ricky
and tell him

we can shift into phase two
of our diamond heist.

Speaking of diamonds,

I brought a souvenir
from the hotel.

Mom!

That wasn’t part of the plan.

The minute I saw it,
I knew you had to have it.

Yeah, I’m sure you could
pawn it for 10 or 15 grand.

Dad, maybe just try it on.

No, I can’t, honey.

I gotta get going.
It’s my first time leading

the prison support group,
and I wanna pick up

a traveller of decent coffee.

’Cause prison coffee...

that’s the worst offender
in there.

I’ll see you later, kiddo.

Mom, just give him some time.

No, it’s okay.

Hey. What’s up?

People come here voluntarily?

What, you never
worked out before?

I mean, I broke
a mild sweat once,

when I climbed up a flight
of stairs carrying my purse

and a latte.

Jess and I have been
getting up and running

every morning at 5:00 AM.

My alarm clock doesn’t
even have 5:00 AM.

It’s a little ritual
we started back in Mexico.

Getting up with the sunrise,
jogging along Caballo Beach.

Actually, I have gone
for a jog,

and it was on a beach,
except I was being

chased by a donkey
wearing a sequinned tuxedo.

I mean, I was in the tux,
not the donkey.

It’s a whole saga,
I’ll give you

the director’s cut later.

Oh, jeez.

Poor guy.

All pain and no gain.

Just confirmed our vic’s ID.
Ridge Rogers, 42.

He’s the owner of the gym and
the guy on all the posters.

And quite
the specimen.

Nine-time world
bodybuilding champion.

I Googled him.

How does someone
even get like this?

Such a big guy in such teeny,
tiny shorts.

Hard work,
but it’s a simple choice.

You just gotta commit
to a strict diet,

two to three hours
of training a day, and...

well, no cheat meals.

Okay, you lost me at
the two to three hours a day.

And the strict diet.

And the no cheating.

It’s 300 pounds on that bar,
but, I mean,

a guy his size could’ve easily
handled that weight.

A lot of these guys
are on gear, though.

Maybe a steroid-induced
heart attack?

That was my first thought.

Until I found this.

The laceration is fresh.

And from the shape
of the wound,

I’d say he was hit with
a hex dumbbell.

Probably a 10
or a 20 pounder.

Ugh. While he was
bench pressing on his back?

Poor guy.

The blow alone wouldn’t be
strong enough to kill,

but it probably stunned him.

And then he loses his grip
on the bar, and...

300 pounds of iron come
crashing down on his windpipe.

I’m taking some free weights
back to check for bloodstains.

The unis are collecting
dumbbells now.

Oh, leave this one.

I might need him later.

What is it?

It’s Ridge’s workout journal.
He was tracking everything.

His weight,
what he was pressing, his meals.

Hey, can you ballpark
his time of death for me?

Sometime between 10:00 PM
and 2:00 AM.

Well, it looks like he was
writing down all his workouts.

His last entry was 9:45 PM.

It’s 45 minutes
after the gym closes.

I wonder if Ridge
had a workout buddy.

Well, if they did,
they didn’t come to sweat.

They came to kill.

We need to talk to
whoever found the body.

I’m Colin.

Uh, Ridge and I were
co-owners in the gym.

This is my wife, Amy.

I called her right after
I dialed 911.

I just can’t believe
this is happening.

So, when you got to
the gym this morning,

you said the doors
were locked?

Yeah.

I opened up,
saw the lights were on,

which isn’t normal.

And...

That’s when I came in
and found him.

When was the last time
you saw him?

We were both here with him
last night before closing.

Did he mention anything about

meeting up with someone
after you left?

No, he was gonna get
a workout in,

like he does every night.

Alone?

He was a celebrity around here.

During gym hours, people would
keep asking for selfies.

At night, he could focus.

Uh, he did mention
he was switching out

the protein drinks in all
the fridges last night.

Why?

Some fitness influencer
convinced us to stock

his power drink.

Ridge didn’t like him,

so he developed his own line
of protein drinks.

First batch just
came in yesterday

and he was so excited.

-Do you recognize that?
-Yes, Ridge’s workout log.

He had a strict routine
and he stuck to it.

Okay.

One last question.

Where were you two last night
between 10:00 and 2:00?

Well, you were
at your poker game.

Yeah, uh, same crew
every month.

Last night went from 9:00
’til around 3:00 this morning.

9:00 to 3:00.
And you were home?

No, I knew I was gonna be
picking Colin up late,

so I took in a double bill
at the Revival in Lakeview.

Frankenstein and
Jekyll and Hyde .

I love a little classic horror.

Olive?

Do you see them?

Who’s them?

Cockroaches.

Oh, yeah.

I see a couple over there.

What the hell?
We’ve never had bugs before.

I’m calling the exterminator.

Yeah.

Okay, aren’t you gonna
come down?

No. I live here now.

How about I distract them and
then you can get out of here?

How do you distract
the cucaracha?

Olive, you deal with blood
and guts

and gruesome
crime scenes all day.

You’re afraid of
a couple cockroaches?

-You got one on your shoe.
-What? Where? Get off!

-Okay.
-Very funny.

Nature boy.

How about you piggyback
this fine gal out of here

so we can get back
to the office?

Yeah.

All right.

Come on.

-Okay. Okay.
-Gracias, Ellis.

Thank you.

Okay.
Well, Colin’s poker buddies

confirm he was haemorrhaging
cash from 9:00 until 2:30 AM.

-He’s alibied.
-Huh.

I spoke to an usher
at the Revival Cinema.

Amy was there for
the double bill

from 9:15 to 2:00 AM.

The movie theatre staff
remembered her. How?

She spilled a jumbo bucket
of popcorn all over the lobby

before the movie started,
and then she apologized

about it again
after the movie ended.

What about Ridge’s notebook?

Uh, mostly
just weights and reps.

Except for in the back,
where there’s a list of dates.

-Dates for what?
-I don’t know yet.

Y’all are gonna wanna
get eyeballs on this.

All right.
What are we looking at here?

This gem is
a bodybuilding influencer

who goes by the name Atlas.

And why should we care?

Because for the last
few months,

every workout video he’s posted
has been from Ridge’s gym.

And this morning,
this popped up.

That’s the locker room
at Ridge’s gym.

Ding, ding, ding!
Tell him what he’s won, Simmons.

-Just play the video, Yates.
-Okay.

Yo, gym bros.
This just in at Ridge’s gym.

Look at these bad boys I found
in the locker room, huh?

Wow!

Can you say
health code violation?

The floor is moving,
it’s like a sea of cockroaches.

An intrusion.

A group of cockroaches

is called an intrusion,
hello.

This place used to be
my home away from home,

but now they got roaches.

So, it’s gonna be
a "no" for Ridge’s Gym.

Atlas out.

Wait, can you go back
a sec or two?

-Ellis, do you see that?
-Yeah.

Colin and his wife said
that Ridge swapped out

the old drinks after closing
the gym that night.

So, if Atlas
recorded this video

and the new drinks
are already stocked...

Then he was in the gym
after closing.

Right in the window of
Ridge’s murder.

We gotta talk to this guy.

-Who’s gonna bring him in?
-Not it.

We got defensive
driving certification.

It’s an hour away
and we’re already late.

I’m gunnin’ for under 30.

Sorry, my gym bros,

but you’re on your own
with Atlas.

Right.

His real name
is Sheldon Shankman.

He’s an influencer with
a decent following.

He’ll take whatever shortcut
he can to get more likes.

This is the same influencer
you were telling us

- about before?
- Yes.

So... why
did Ridge kick him out?

He’s a walking disruption.

-You remember the fight?
-Yeah.

Wait, there was a fight?

Atlas was always
making videos at the gym.

Yeah, he started
treating the place

like his own
personal soundstage.

Yeah, he would
rearrange equipment

like it was set dressing.

Telling people to move
so he could get his good angle.

Colin and Ridge
allowed it because of

his social media following,
but it just became obnoxious.

Then there was
the protein drink debacle

that really sealed it.

What happened?

Well, Atlas was starting
his own line of protein drinks.

Atlas Ignite.

They looked legit
on the label,

so we agreed
to sell them at the gym.

Yeah, but when Ridge
had them analyzed,

they found trace amounts
of dangerous chemicals.

So, we pulled the drinks
and Atlas’ membership.

- When was this?
- About a week ago.

Yeah, I guess so.
I was out of town working then.

I’m guessing he didn’t take
the protein breakup very well?

No, he did not.

So, revenge served cold
and crawling.

Yo, yo, yo! This is Atlas
coming to you live.

And we’re getting back
to basics today, baby.

That’s right, we’re gonna
amp it up with a little

old school H-Double-I-T.

Ain’t that right, ladies?

We’re getting some
high knees in.

Let’s get it.

Left-right, left-right,
left-right.

Keep that energy up.

I wanna hear y’all,
I wanna feel y’all!

Come on!

Bros, you’re in my
livestream right now.

Yeah, we don’t mean to yuck
your yum, but...

we got a few questions
that outrank your glutes.

Detective Ellis, Metro PD.

Oh. The police, huh?

What’s the crisis here?

I’m just trying
to give my followers

some new moves, all right?

Your followers are gonna
have to sit this one out.

Hey, everyone!

Get your phones out
and livestream this right now.

The cops are trying
to silence fitness.

-Wow!
-You’re making it worse

for yourself, Sheldon.
Trust me.

I’m a citizen doing what I do.

I’ve got rights too, you know?

Yeah, so did Ridge Rogers.

Sheldon Shankman,

we’re placing you under arrest
for suspicion of murder.

Wait-wait-wait-wait-wait!
Ridge was murdered?

Put your hands
behind your back right now.

I didn’t-I didn’t
know Ridge was murdered.

- Now!
- And I-and I didn’t do it!

I’m telling you, I didn’t do it.

I don’t-- yo!
Put the phones away!

Respect my privacy!

-Respect my privacy, come on!
-Come on.

We’re out.

Do you know
what this is gonna do

to my follower drop off?

My reputation is on the line,
and I didn’t even do anything!

We found the digital
wallet receipt

for the 500 cockroaches
you purchased online.

Fine. I planted them,
but it was a prank.

It’s called cyber libel,
and it comes with a fine,

and a prison sentence.
Did you know that?

Okay, okay.

I just wanted to get to Ridge
before he got to me.

What, because of your
protein drinks?

Yes!

He was gonna tell everyone
not to drink them.

But you are aware that
your drinks contain heavy metal?

Which one was it?

AC/DC? Metallica?
Iron Maiden?

Stop me when we get to the ’90s.

It’s just trace amounts.

Besides, it’s not like
I made the drink.

That’s not how it works.

You pay the nerds at the lab,

they slap your label on it,
and boom.

How’d you get into
the gym after hours?

I knew Ridge stayed
after closing,

so I just knocked on the door
and told him that I needed

to clean out my locker
and he let me in.

Then I dumped the roaches
and took the video and I left.

But he was alive, okay?

So, you hated this guy so much
that you dumped a bunch of

cockroaches in his gym
and then you just left?

-Really?
-I was pissed off.

My mom’s garage is filled
with boxes of Atlas fuel

that I’ve poured my whole
life savings into.

If all you’re trying to find
is pissed off people,

you should try to find
the guy that Ridge

went off on last month.
-What guy?

I don’t know, they were
fightin’ over some chick.

It sounded like
the dude’s ex-wife.

I thought Ridge
was gonna kill him.

All right, where’d you go
after the gym?

I went to the diner on Fourth.

Really?

Yeah.

What’d you have to eat?

I had a kale and sprouts bowl.

Haven’t you lied enough today?

I had the Big Country
Burger-licious

with extra cheese.

Fine!

-I had five of ’em.
-Yeah.

Is my mom here
to pick me up yet?

Apparently, Atlas was telling
the truth.

The owner of the diner
emailed us a receipt

and the timestamp places him
there at the time of death.

Five burgers. Wow.

I just gained
five pounds saying that.

That’s not a meal,
that’s a cry for help.

So, Atlas isn’t our killer.
What else you got?

Atlas said that Ridge
got into some confrontation

with somebody at the gym.

So, we got an ID on him
from Colin

and we’re gonna head
there now and talk to him.

Okay, let me know.

Yes, sir.

Hello, gentlemen.
I’m George.

- Hello, George.
- Hi, George.

No need
to say my name back.

I don’t run that kinda meeting.

Amen.

So, what kinda meeting
is this, then?

You don’t know what
meeting you signed up for?

Well, it’s this
or bathroom mop up.

Fair enough.
I won’t tell the guard.

You’re George Graham,
ain’t you?

Yeah.

I got a buddy up in
Vickerton Penitentiary.

He said you got him the best
damn Philly cheesesteak

he ever had for his birthday.

Marlon!

-He’s a great guy.
-Oh, yeah.

You were inside?

Up until a couple of
months ago,

I was wearing a jumpsuit
just like you guys.

What, you escape?

The best escape
from these walls is

out early for good behaviour.

Look, the thing is,
when I got out, I wasn’t ready.

I looked at my time inside
as a waiting game.

I wait, get out, pick up
where I left off, right?

Wrong.

Because where you left off
no longer exists.

And the man
who walked in this place,

he no longer exists either.

If I don’t exist, then who
they got locked up in here?

Well, over the next
couple of months,

we’re gonna figure that out.

Oh, man.

I don’t wanna do no
group therapy crap.

Neither do I.
Which is why...

We...

are gonna write.

Myself included.

Now, I don’t care
what you write.

It could be a story
from your childhood,

the lyrics
to your favorite song.

Your granddad’s recipe
for sticky ribs.

And what’s the point of this?

What’s your name?

Artie.

Well, hey, Artie.

How about you just
give it a try, for me?

If we do it...

what’s in it for us?

All right, y’all come
back here tomorrow,

I’ll not only bring
more of the good coffee,

I’ll also bring you the best
damn Philly cheesesteak

you ever tasted.

-Deal?
-Oh, yeah.

Okay.

Now, they say the pen is
mightier than the sword, so...

please try not to kill anybody
with these.

Just write.

Yeah.

Ridge and me definitely
had an argument.

Over what?

Julia. My ex-wife.

What was the problem?

Ridge had a thing for her,
he was trying to control her.

What made you think that?

Julia became obsessed
with going to the gym.

Sometimes twice a day.

I guess Ridge thought
she had the hots for him.

Started calling her
all the time.

She wanted him to lay off,
but I know she didn’t know

how to tell him, so I went down
there to have a friendly talk

and tell him to leave her alone.

I’m guessing it didn’t
stay friendly very long?

He lost it on me
as soon as I walked in.

Then he came to my house
and smashed my car window.

Did you report that
to the police?

No, man.

You see the size of that guy?

Okay, where were you last night
between 10:00 and 2:00?

I work the night shift
at the mall doing security.

You guys like soft pretzels?

I can get you
as many as you want.

We’re good, thanks.

We will need your
supervisor’s phone number

to confirm your alibi though.

Do you have cinnamon pretzels?

You bet.

After we confirm you’re not
the killer, of course.

Thank you for your time.

Looks like they’re sending over
a uni to check Otis’s alibi.

In the meantime, Julia’s been
hittin’ up Ridge’s gym.

Now, if Ridge
was harassing her,

why wouldn’t she just go
somewhere else?

Right, so someone
is lying to us.

We should talk to Julia.

Ugh, yikes.

She’s, like,
an hour away from here.

But she’s super close
to Yates and Simmons’

defensive driving course.

Okay, send them Julia’s address.
They can go talk to her.

Already on it.

-What?
Yates says...

We’re doing donuts.

Police.

Donuts.

Get it?

Yeah, I get it, Max.

Whoa-whoa-whoa-ohhh!

♪ We came to collect ♪

♪ To all my people
that connect ♪

♪ I said we came to collect ♪

♪ All the props and respect,
hey yo we came to collect ♪

♪ To all my people
that connect ♪

♪ I said we came to collect ♪

♪ Yo ♪

That drift was sick.

I think I’m about to be sick.

If you’re gonna be sick,
puke away from the car.

You’re ridin’ shotgun
from now on.

You’re riding
shotgun from now on.

Whatever.

Hello?

Uh, hi.

Looking for a... a Hulia?

What are you doing?

What? She could be Spanish,
we don’t know.

It’s Julia.

Okay.

Can I help you?

Yeah, I’m Detective Simmons,
this is Detective Yates.

Can we ask you a few questions?

About what?

Uh, Ridge Rogers?

We have some questions
about his relationship with...

Otis Altamira.

I-I don’t know
anything about

his relationships with anyone.

Otis is my ex-husband.

Is it true?

Is what true?

Is Ridge...

Dead?

I’m afraid so.

Hello!

So, you did know Ridge Rogers.

I’m sorry,
I-I can’t talk anymore.

But... we’re the cops.

I’d like you to leave.

If you have any
other questions,

you’ll have to talk
to my lawyer.

No, I don’t think so.

Hey! Stop that,
that’s harassment.

Excuse me.

I say we take her in.

On what charge?

For being rude.

How many times
I gotta tell you?

Being rude is not a crime.

-Well, it should be.
-It isn’t.

Well, it should be.

It ain’t.

Simmons, wait.

What? What?
What-what is it?

I’m sorry.

Yeah, don’t worry about it.

-Come on.
-Huh?

Come on.

This is unnecessary.

-Really?
-Nope.

Guess who’s riding shotgun now?

Ah... damn it!

So, Julia or Hulia...

or, you know,
whatever her name is.

She definitely knows
something about this case.

She wouldn’t answer the door.

Yeah, exactly.

Which, you know,
means she’s definitely guilty

of something, I can tell.

How? You didn’t even see
her face.

I didn’t need to see her face.
It was her tone.

She did seem extra nervous
as soon as she heard

we were cops,
her back went up.

Yeah, and as soon as
we mentioned Ridge’s name,

she went all lawyer
on our butts.

Sounds like she’s
hiding something.

It’s not like we can
force her to talk to us.

Turn off the cameras
in the interview room.

Give me a phone book
and five minutes with her.

She’ll talk.

Okay, no more watching episodes
of The Shield for you.

I know you’re right.
You’re right!

It’s just the commish,
you know? I...

I love him.

-Hey.
-Hey!

-What?
-Watch the road!

Would you shave
your head for me?

It’s a simple question.
Yes or no?

That means I can stop watching.

Hey, Julia’s a workout
fanatic, right?

Yeah, that’s what her ex said.

I think I know how
to get her to start talking.

Okay. Are you ready to feel...
the... burn?

Whoo!

Step and squat
and step and squat.

And bounce, two, three, four.

Step and squat
and step and squat.

And bounce, two, three, four.

You. What’s your name?

-Rich.
-What?

Rich!

Rich, why did
you come to my class?

To get in shape?

Okay, well, when I say squat,

you get your cheeks
onto the floor.

Okay? Show me what you got!

Whoo!

You. In the black.

-Julia.
-Julia?

Perfect form. Keep it up.

You stop, you drop.
Give me 20.

You! Give me 20!

Step and squat
and step and squat.

And bounce, two, three, four.

Whoo!

Whoo!

Hey. Great class.

You really whipped
our butts out there.

Give me a five star review and
I’ll kick your butt anytime.

You got it.

Hey, Julia,
you killed those V-steps.

Thanks.

I don’t think
we officially met.

I’m Brianna,
founder of Neon Motion.

Loved your class.

Look, girl,
I don’t mean to pry,

but you’re giving
super sad girl energy.

It’s because of Ridge,
isn’t it?

You know what, how about
we get outta here?

I’ll buy you a drink.

-Thank you.
Thanks.

Yeah, I started coming here
after I split with my ex.

I needed to change.

My-my habits,
my eating, my body.

Ridge was so...
kind and supportive.

Were you and Ridge...

No. What?
No, not at all.

Ridge was like a big brother.

Otis, the... the ex,
he started stalking me.

Said he was
just being protective,

but it really
creeped me out.

Ugh. Creepy exes
are the worst.

Did you call the cops?

I mean, there was
nothing to call about.

He just kept showing up
everywhere I was.

Even the gym.

That’s when Ridge put
the fear of God in him.

He kicked him out.

Then went to his house
to tell him to leave me alone.

I haven’t seen Otis since.

Ridge was a solid friend.

He really was.

I met Ridge a year ago
when I was trying to get

retro aerobics off the ground.

Because working out
should be fun, right?

If it wasn’t for
Ridge’s support...

Neon Motion wouldn’t even exist.

Right? He went
out of his way to help me.

I told him if he ever
needed anything, just ask.

And then a few weeks later,
he was dead.

The cops came to my house
to talk to me, but I...

I couldn’t do it.
I was scared.

Scared of the cops?
Why?

Because I’m the reason
Ridge is dead.

Why would Julia think she’s
responsible for Ridge’s death?

Because just a few days after
Ridge helped her to get

Otis off her back,

he cashed in that favour.

He asked her to run
a licence plate.

She works at a licence office.

It’s illegal for
employees to do that.

She could lose her job.

Exactly. That’s why
she was scared

to talk to Simmons and Yates.

Why’d Ridge ask her
to run the plate?

He didn’t say.

He didn’t want
to get her more involved.

Look, I think she’s afraid
that whoever’s registered

to that plate
might have something to do

with Ridge’s death.
-So, who’s this person?

Captain Dennis Thornwood.

He’s a commercial airline pilot.
Lives one town over.

No priors.
On paper he’s clean.

Everyone’s got their secrets.

If Ridge was trying
to track this guy down,

maybe our captain isn’t
as clean as he looks.

Try to get him on the phone.

You got it.

So, I might look
like a big man.

But I’m just a baby.
I’m a tiny, little baby.

And baby needs milky.

Uh, that was...
e-enlightening.

Uh, maybe we should take
a break?

Yeah.

That was the best
cheesesteak I ever had.

Yeah, Vinnie is a genius
when it comes to beef and buns.

-Coffee?
-Yeah, please.

How you doing today, Artie?

Yeah, I’m okay.
Your speech yesterday had me...

thinkin’ all night.

Just about life on the outside.

Guess I’ve been avoiding it.

And why is that?

Well, it’s just a tough
family relationship.

I’m worried I’ll fall into
the same messed up patterns

once I’m out.

You don’t have to.

Yeah, I know.

I guess I just have
to tell them how I really feel.

Can’t avoid it forever.
It’s family.

No.
You can’t avoid it forever.

-Thanks.
-Yeah.

I don’t know this Ridge.
I-I’m not really a gym guy.

Bit of a homebody, to be honest.
When I’m home, I’m home.

Were you home
the night before last?

Uh, no, I’ve been in the air
the past week-and-a-half.

I’ll be back tomorrow.
Looking forward to it.

Uh, one last question.

Does anyone else drive your car?

Well, my wife drives
it occasionally.

I can give you
her number, but...

she travels a lot
for work, too.

She’s actually at
a conference right now,

and, uh, I don’t think
she’s ever set foot in a gym.

Don’t tell her I said that.

Attention all crew
for flight 117 to New York.

Oh. That’s me, I gotta go.

This plane won’t fly itself.

Well, technically it will,
but...

I still have to be there.

Thank you.

So, what do you think?

Well, I think we should
check out his alibi

and confirm with his wife,
but beyond that,

I don’t really see
any connection to Ridge.

You think they got into
a fender bender

and Mr. Squeaky Clean
pulled a hit and run?

Maybe.

Or maybe the Captain is lying.

Well, whatever it is,
I think it’s gonna be

a late night, so we should
probably order some food.

Oh, I’ll do it.
I don’t trust you,

Mr. I wake up at 5:00 AM
to jog like a psychopath.

I worked out today.
I deserve something good.

You watched people
work out today.

And I burned a ton
of sympathy calories doing it.

Now, where are the menus?

Sympathy calories.

If you’re looking
for your salad,

there’s lettuce
on the burger.

No, I’ve had salads all week.
I’m looking for the ketchup.

Oh, here.
I know you like pickles.

And you can have my tomato.

Thank you. Oh!
Here’s your ketchup.

And your mustard.

Thanks.

Okay, so those are
the dates that Dennis

was flying over
the past two months.

Yeah, Captain Dennis
was definitely out of town

the night Ridge was murdered.

As was his wife,
Amelia Ashcroft, so...

what are we missing here?

Wait.

What, heartburn?

No. Well, kinda, but...

No, remember
Ridge’s notebook?

He had a list of dates
written down in the back.

All the remaining dates
are the same ones

that Ridge wrote down.

The same dates that
Captain Dennis said he was home.

Ridge was tracking
when Dennis was home.

So, Ridge did know him.

Looks like
Captain Dennis’ story

just hit some
major turbulence.

Julia asks Ridge for help
with a problem.

Getting her ex off her back.

And Ridge is more than happy
to help her out.

So, she tells Ridge if he ever
needs anything, just ask.

So, Ridge calls in a favour
and asks Julia

to look up a licence plate.

Which leads him to our pilot,
Captain Dennis.

Ridge starts tracking
the Captain’s movement,

and the dates in
the notebook are when

Captain Dennis is in town.

Okay, but why would
Ridge care?

That’s what we’re
trying to figure out.

Any luck getting in touch
with the Captain’s wife?

Ugh, we sent her
a bunch of voicemails.

Simmons will keep trying, but,

apparently she’s
at some conference.

We’re gonna head to the gym

to talk to Ridge’s
business partner.

See if we can figure out
why Ridge’s so obsessed

with this captain’s schedule.

Keep me posted.

-Hi.
-Hi.

Max is at work,

and Ricky is at his tailor’s
getting his jodhpurs altered.

He swears they’re coming back.

Well, he was right about plaid.

But, uh...
I’m here to see you.

Oh, uh...

well, I was just
thinking over the heist

and jotting a few things down.

You wanna join?

I didn’t come here
to talk about the heist.

I came here to talk to you.

Nope, can’t say I’ve ever seen
this guy in my life.

Who is he?

It’s a person
of interest right now.

That’s all I’m at
liberty to say.

Hey, was Ridge planning
on taking a trip?

You must be kidding.

Anyone who owns
their own business knows

there’s no such thing
as a vacation.

Uh... I mean, you’re
not joking.

Personal training session.
Marketing photoshoots.

Product design meetings.

I’m exhausted just
looking at your calendar.

Hey, Colin, what are these,

uh, little hearts mean
right there?

Oh, that’s my wife’s schedule.

Uh, she travels a lot
for work and...

well, those are the days
she takes my heart away.

She just left for
a conference today.

The dates Amy is away,
and the dates Ridge

marked in his notebook,
they’re the same.

Yeah, they’re also
the exact same dates

that Captain Dennis
said he was home.

So, how the hell are these
three things related?

I still haven’t been able
to get a hold of

Captain Dennis’s wife.

Oh, no.

Yeah, I asked the tech guys
to see if they could trace

her cell phone’s
locations history.

Let’s see where she’s been.

Oh, yeah!

Ooh...

Yates, you gotta see this.

Eat my dust, suckers!

Are you playing
video games right now?

What?

No.

I’m at work, of course not.

It’s the department’s
defensive driving simulator.

I’m on the Autobahn.

-It’s pretty cool.
-Company hours.

Un- unbelievable.

Simmons, did you get anything?

Yeah, I still haven’t been
able to get a hold of

Captain Dennis’s wife,
but we were able to

trace her cell phone’s
location history.

And I’m texting you
her whereabouts

over the last few weeks now.

You’re gonna wanna
take a look at this.

Whoa.

What is it?

Uh, Simmons, are you sure
this is Captain Dennis’s wife?

Oh, I’m sure.

And she’s at home
with the Captain right now.

-Okay, we’re on it.
-What do you mean we’re on it?

We’re on what?

You’re gonna go
up there and turn.

We’re about to pay
the Captain a little visit.

You are not
gonna believe this one.

Detective.

I wasn’t expecting you.

Is there something
I can help you with?

Actually, we were hoping
to speak to your wife.

Is she home?

Yeah, she just got in
this afternoon.

-Amelia?
-Yeah?

Can you come to the door?

Sure.

What’s up?

Deer, meet headlights.

What’s this all about?

I’m sorry for everything
you’re about to hear, Dennis,

but it’s Band-Aid ripping time.

Amy, we need to see your phone.

Amy? Who’s Amy?

Patience, Captain.

All will be revealed.

Amy. Your phone.

I don’t feel comfortable
giving you my phone

without a search warrant.

Oh! Found it!

It’s me calling.

Pardon me.

My bad.

I was looking for your
other phone.

You have two phones?

Seriously, Amelia,
why do you have two phones?

Well, you need two phones

when you have two husbands.

Two husbands?
What do you mean?

Please save your questions
’til the end, Dennis.

This is only the first Band-Aid.

Amy, why don’t you take us

through your alibi
one more time?

You know, the double bill
at the movie theatre.

What do you mean?

Did anything
interesting happen?

Yeah. Frankenstein’s monster
made a friend,

and then he killed her.

Amelia, what are they
talking about?

Amy, or Amelia, says she was
at the movie theatre

the night Ridge Rogers
was murdered.

I was.

And I still have the ticket
if you need to see it.

No need.

The ushers remember you,
actually.

You spilled your popcorn
all over them on the way in,

and you thanked them profusely
on the way out.

You thanked them loudly, too.

You wanted them
to remember you.

But you were playing out
your own little version

of Jekyll and Hyde,
weren’t you?

What’s that supposed to mean?

Here comes the second Band-Aid.

You weren’t at
the movie theatre.

You were at the gym,
killing Ridge Rogers.

What?

Remember, please, save your
questions ’til the end.

You left this phone
in the movie theatre.

You wanted to make sure that
nobody could trace you back

to the scene of the murder.

After you killed Ridge,
you went back to the theatre,

grabbed your phone,
finished watching the movie.

Now, what you didn’t anticipate
is that we’d find out

about your secret other life
and your secret other phone.

Which, unfortunately,
does place you

at the scene of the murder
at that time.

You killed someone?

Why?

You can definitely
ask that question.

Once Ridge found out
about Amy’s two marriages,

her double life,
he confronted her about it.

And that’s when she decided
to kill him to keep her secret.

Amelia Ashcroft.

And/or Amy Thornwood.

You’re under arrest for
the murder of Ridge Rogers.

Put your hands behind your back.

I hear the unis are
bringing in our killer.

Good work.

How did Ridge find out
about Amy’s secret?

It was completely
by chance.

Ridge saw Amy driving a car
he didn’t recognize

when she was supposed
to be outta town.

So, he had his friend,
the aerobics queen,

run the plates, which led him
to the pilot’s house.

And that’s when
he realized that not only was

Amy living a double life,
she was legally married

to two different people.

So, why didn’t Ridge
tell Colin about this?

He warned Amy he was going to
if she didn’t come clean.

So, Amy went to the gym

after hours and promised
Ridge that she would

tell Colin the truth.

She pretended to leave,
doubled back, and killed Ridge.

But why marry both men?

Well, because she said
she loved them both equally.

They were different.
Both gave her what she needs.

She just couldn’t
decide between them.

So by choosing both,
she chose neither.

Okay, I look forward
to your report.

I guess I’m gonna go home.

Max, you’re officially
a consultant now.

- You can help with this report.
-Yeah.

No, I don’t wanna
overstep my boundaries.

You’re not. Get helping.

You’re the one
who wanted a badge.

Yeah, well, I didn’t realize
it came with paperwork.

You must’ve missed that
in the, uh, fine print.

Mmm...

You’ve always been
such a good man, George.

I-I know there’s
a lot you wanna say to me,

so please, just...
say it.

I’m so angry at you, Viv.

-I know.
-No, you don’t.

You don’t understand
what it was like when you died.

I didn’t think
I could keep going.

If it hadn’t been for Max--

Look, I understand why
you made the choice you did.

-I can see the logic.
-But?

But I never could’ve done that.

I would’ve moved heaven and
earth to stay with you and Max.

I know you would’ve,
and if I had come to you

with the truth,
you would’ve said...

"Don’t worry, we’ll all
get through this together."

So why the hell
did you leave us?!

Because staying would’ve gotten
you and our daughter killed.

Case in point, look at
where we are now.

He found me and now all of
your lives are in danger.

All that proves is that

we didn’t have to waste
the last 15 years being apart.

I am so, so sorry.

I don’t think I can go back
to the way things were.

I know.

And I’m not...
asking you to.

But I do wanna move forward,
George.

I want to know you again.

I wanna get to know
our daughter

who grew up without me.

Isn’t there a way
we can make that happen?

I guess time will tell.

Night, Viv.

Bodybuilding, bigamy,
all in a day’s work.

All that paperwork has
got me a little peckish.

You wanna grab some burgers?

We just had burgers.

I know, but once you get
a taste,

don’t you want more?

True. But, uh,
like I said earlier,

you know, Jess and I have been
trying to eat healthier.

-Like salad?
-Yeah, like salads.

Okay, so,
burger or a salad?

What’ll it be?

Oh... uh...
Uh... it’s Jessica.

She’s making fish.

Guess you don’t have to decide
after all.

Can I at least give you
a ride?

No, I’m-I’m good.
You can head home.

Have a good night.

You too.

Hey.

You, uh... you busy?

Nope.

Remember that Mustang
in lockup?

Uh, okay, Yates.
That’s enough.

You can drive with your hands!

Yates!

Yates!

Yates!

Hello?

Cole Ellis?

Yes.

Well, you don’t know me,
but I think it’s time we met.

Welcome aboard to
Fly Air Ricky.

Now with 10 percent
more guessing.

Okay, okay.
That dial is moving, probably.

Fine.

A little green light,
a little red light.

Never panic at
Christmas colours.

Here at Fly Air Ricky
we pride ourselves

on safety and comfort

and the fact I haven’t hit
anything yet.

Please take a moment to
admire at how not dead we are.

Thank you for choosing
Fly Air Ricky.

And enjoy the rest
of your flight.

Oh, god. Oh, god.