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Previously on Angie Tribeca.

Mayhem Global, what do we know about them?

They got their hands on a little bit of everything.

Construction, import, export, fracking, real estate, party supplies, t-shirts,

culturally insensitive Halloween costumes, and all the healthcare in

Louisiana. So Mayhem Global hires Duran to hack Meat and Cheat. She draws us in.

Then she hacks us from the inside, but why?

As soon as we get Mayor Perry out of there and elect Dick Dreyfuss, we can

start to make real change.

Who the hell are these people? Mayhem Global.

Mayhem Global.

Mayhem Global. Mayhem Global. Mayhem Global. Mayhem Global.

I am Mayhem Global.

Giles! Tribeca! Get in here!

Where's Tribeca? She's late again.

There's street tardies this week. One more and she can't go to the aquarium.

I just don't know what's up with her.

We find 50 kilos of cocaine at this drug dealer's house, and I say, that's a lot

of snow for Los Angeles.

Nice. Killer line. I nailed the timing and everything.

She gives me nothing.

Giles, let me explain something to you. In every cop's life, they go through a

phase where they feel like the system doesn't work. The bad guys get away, and

it feels like there's nothing the police can do about it. I think I saw a

documentary about this on PDTV.

Alan Thicke narrated it.

She's got things going on in her body right now that even she doesn't

understand. Here.

The changing badge.

Thanks, Lieutenant.

Sorry I'm late. The, uh, thing wasn't working.

Anyway, our graphic designer's been murdered. So? Good riddance. No, no. We

still have to investigate it, no matter how personally despicable we find them.

So, let me guess. We go through the motions of capturing the killer, and

once we have him, we let him off on a technicality? Even though you know your

partner's changing, she might not know she's changing.

Get down to the graphic designer's loft.

Figure out who killed him.

Also, find out what the parking's like down there and what they're gonna list

it for.

So I was thinking maybe after the crime, we could get a drink together?

Uh, you have a lot of stuff going on right now, so maybe some other crime?

What are we looking at, Chels?

Victim's name is Sebastian Ellsworth, graphic designer.

Worked mainly in the advertising space.

Posters, labels, coupons. Though he won't need to back up his work anymore

because he just got sent to the cloud.

Upstairs, neighbor's a trombone player.

Blunt force trauma to the head?

Yes. We haven't been able to recover the murder weapon, but I'll never stop

loving you.

Check this computer.

Upstanding guy.

Doesn't share his Netflix password, pays for his porn, has a good relationship

with most of his clients, including the Mayor Perry campaign.

Don't tell me this has to do with Mayhem Global and the election.

I have no idea.

You said he had a good relationship with most of his clients.

That means the majority.

There was a long angry back and forth between Ellsworth and the Alistair Cook,

who owns a local Michael brewery. Dr.

McBadbone's old-fashioned crazy-style triple brewed lager? Seems Cook wasn't

too happy with Ellsworth's design, so refused to pay him.

Emails got pretty heated.

And one, he called him a ducking armhole, which I'm quite sure was

autocorrected for something else.

Let's have forensics search the area for the murder weapon, and I'll go talk to

Alistair Cook.

I guess.

What's up with her?

and went through that whole thing.

Do the worksheets in the back. They really help.

Thanks.

Want to go interview this microbrewery guy?

I got a thing I got to do, but can you cover me?

Of course, no problem.

Well, it looks like a beautiful sunset.

I see a sickly orphan sleeping next to a dead cow.

All right, see you around.

I hired the guy to make labels for my beer.

They were six weeks late and they were terrible, so yeah, I was a little

aggravated. A little aggravated? The title of your email said I'm very

aggravated. Okay, very aggravated, but I'm a small business owner. I can't

afford setbacks like that.

I've spent 18 years of my life perfecting Dr.

McBadbone's old-fashioned crazy-style triple-brewed lager.

And this guy sends me a label that looks like this.

The skeleton's drinking beer and it's all leaking out his ribcage because he's

got no organs.

That's awesome.

Oh.

Oh.

That's pretty amazing.

I guess I was pretty out of line when I called him a ducking armhole.

Mr. Cook, where were you last night?

I was in Oklahoma.

Which part?

Understudy for Curly McClain, but I like to be there. I'm going to need to see a

playbill. Oh, sure. Let me just drop everything and go find it.

Oh, wait.

I don't have time for that. I gotta be here and do everything myself.

You know nine out of ten small businesses fail in their first hundred

years?

I'll get you your playbill, detective.

Want to give me a hand with this?

Yeah, sure.

Seems like the beer guy's story checked out.

Cool. I'm thinking of bringing in the neighbor this afternoon.

Chambon player?

Yeah, that makes sense.

You all right?

Mm-hmm.

You sure you don't want to tell me anything?

Nope. Feeling great. Got a great job that actually makes a difference in the

world. It's really clear who the good guys are and the bad guys are.

I'm the luckiest girl in the world.

Hey, thanks for doing this, man.

I know it's short notice, but Tribeca took off early. No problem, bro.

Thanksgiving's not a big deal in my family anyway.

All right, Sousa, where were you on the night that happened last night? I was

home. Alone?

Oh, sorry.

Alone? You go.

Alone? No, I was with my trombone, Todd.

And what is your relationship with Sebastian Ellsworth?

Honestly? If that's how you want to play it.

It drove me insane.

Graphic designing all day, all night. Click, click, click.

Mouse, mouse, mouse. Print, print.

I could barely hear myself practice my trombone. So he made you pretty angry.

He sure did. Angry enough to go downstairs and hit him in the head with

your blunt instrument?

Definitely that angry. See, this guy gets it.

Wait, you think I killed Ellsworth with my trombone? You guys have any idea how

much a No Beansley trombone costs?

Yeah. How much?

Well, it would depend on what year the toppings and the trombone was made. It

was a 1961 plated brass Nobensleeve Futura 605.

$53,684.45.

All right, so you know you're Nobensleeve. So you also know that it

would be ridiculous for me to risk damaging it by hitting Nelsworth in the

head, even though that graphic designer deserved it.

Are we done here? I have a huge performance tomorrow where a man's joke

is going to fall flat.

I don't think the neighborhood had anything to do with it. And the beer

guy's story checks out.

So we've got a murder without a murderer.

Well, no one can say we didn't try.

See you Monday.

Looks like Shoals has a rifle.

Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee. One of my techs found this in

the dumpster next to Ellsworth's apartment.

It has traces of blood and hair that match the victim.

But here's the interesting part.

I went to check it into evidence, was told someone checked it out of evidence

yesterday. Who checked it out? That would tell us exactly who did it.

A. Tribeca.

Please tell me it's not Angie Tribeca. I'm afraid so.

The Angie Tribeca that works here? Yep.

Damn it.

Angie.

Angie, are you there?

Tribeca, I have to talk to you. Where are you going?

I ran out of milk.

You have a packed bag and a plane ticket.

Me gusto la leche de Mexico.

Is there something you'd like to say to me?

Maybe about Sebastian Ellsworth, the graphic designer?

Maybe, I don't know, you killed him?

Did I?

It would seem that way.

You signed the murder weapon out of evidence yesterday.

Then it somehow got Ellsworth's brain smeared all over it.

I've only been at this for 15 years, but that's what we call an open and shut

case.

It's the kind of case you and I used to crack by 10 a.m. and ride roller

coasters all afternoon.

Well, I guess you have no choice but to arrest me, Jay. No, no, no, no, no.

You want to tell me what's going on, Angela?

I'm afraid I can't do that. Does this have to do with Mayhem Global?

Does this have to do with the election?

Is it because Ellsworth was designing posters for the Perry campaign?

You're a good detective, Giles. You'll figure it out. This isn't you, Angie.

I know you've been going through something lately, but you've got your

whole career ahead of you. And even though we never see it, we're raising a

baby together.

Fine.

This isn't as kinky as I imagined it, but I'm going to cuff you.

You have the right to...

You know the rest.

Hello,

Tribeca. Remember me?

Yeah, hey.

Abigail Lucan. Right.

From college?

Internal affairs.

Yes.

Right. Hello, Lucan. I knew you were a dirty cop the moment I laid eyes on you.

The water in my building was shut off that day.

Tribeca, I just want you to know if there's anything you need.

I know, Lieutenant.

I know. No, I was going to say, we can't really help you right now. You're pretty

toxic.

Even if you did kill that guy, you're still my girl.

You hear me?

You're still my girl.

Thanks, Tanner.

It means a lot.

It's not too good with goodbyes.

Was that your statement?

Yep.

We've got you, Tribeca.

You signed out the murder weapon yesterday morning at 9 a.m. It was found

near the crime scene in a dumpster along with some of your hair, a to-do list in

your handwriting with murder crossed off, and a sandwich with a bite taken

out of it that we matched to your dental records. And this vanity license plate.

Want to try your statement again?

No, thanks.

Do you have any idea how satisfying it's going to be for me to put you away?

I don't know.

Like an eight?

Try nine.

And a half. Well, then this is your lucky day.

Play all the games you want, Tribeca.

But you're going to tell me what you know about Mayhem Global and their

connection to this mayoral election.

Because if you don't, so help me God, I will unleash holy hellfire on you. I

will roll up the Constitution and beat you.

Take her away.

Come with me.

What are we gonna do?

If I knew what to do, I'd be doing it, Giles.

We gotta do something.

But what?

What do we do? Something.

Agreed. But what?

Maybe. Pizza's here.

Five dollars.

Large pizza, it's here.

Five dollars.

Every day of the year.

Five dollars.

Passed and ready to go.

Five dollars.

Little Caesar's Pizza Show. Pizza, pizza.

Anything else, Lieutenant?

That'll be all, Stan.

Let's just say she did do it.

It was a graphic designer.

Victimless crime.

She didn't do it. Do you think if Tribeca has a rifle, she's gonna hit

someone in the head with it and then throw it in the dumpster right next to

the building? It's like someone's framing her and she's going along with

it. Why?

I don't know. Maybe her childhood fantasy was to be sentenced to life in

prison. No, that's not right.

She said she wanted to be a magician.

Yeah, so she gets to prison.

so she can plan the greatest escape in history. I feel like we're getting off

track. The only way we're going to clear Tribeca's name is to exonerate her, and

that means we have to find out who actually killed Sebastian Ellsworth.

We're on it, Lieutenant, and this time it's personal.

Yeah.

Wait a minute.

It really is personal this time because I have a connection to Tribeca, and

she's the focus of the case.

Wow, you're right.

This case really is personal for you.

Wait a minute.

I know Tribeca as well.

What happens to her affects my life.

This time it's personal.

Guys, this is going to blow you away, but I'm her boss. She's my employee. No

matter what the turnout, I have an emotional stake in it.

This time it's personal.

You guys mind if I mop the office?

Sure. We were just heading out to clear Tribeca's name.

Angie Tribeca? Yeah. One time I locked my keys in my car, and she helped get

them out.

I wore everything.

This is personal.

Let's go.

Dr. Scholz, is this a bad time?

No, it's fine. What's up?

Here.

I think whoever murdered our graphic designer meant to use the shooty end of

the gun. He had a perch across the street.

You want me to help you save Tribeca? I want you to help me catch a murderer.

I actually thought with her out of the way, we'd have a shot.

That her life sentence could be our happily ever after.

Monica, I'm sure this doesn't make up for anything, but I do care about you.

Enough with the lies, Giles.

What we had was real.

Is that a lie? Yeah, sorry.

Old habits.

But I only lied to you because I knew the truth would hurt you. That's what

good guys do.

I guess I just wish that one time you'd looked at me the way you look at her.

That's it?

I can do that.

She's so lucky.

This is impossible.

The fingerprints belong to a cop who's been dead for ten years, a Sergeant

Edward Pepper.

That's Tribeca's old fiancé.

His name's come up a lot recently for someone who's supposed to be dead.

I mean, dead means dead, never coming back.

I know why Tribeca's letting herself be framed. She's gonna hook up with Diane

Duran in prison.

Tanner, get a webcam in there. Giles, reserve the domain name

girlcopsbehindbars.com. No, I meant hook up in a conspiracy sense.

I think Tribeca's gone to the dark side. I think that she and Duran and Sergeant

Eddie Pepper are conspiring to kill Mayor Joe Perry.

Gentlemen.

We have an assassination to stop.