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Shh! Listen.

What?

Dolphin.

I like dolphins.

What's that?

An eagle taking flight.

Aah!

Hey, back off!

Back off, or I'll kick your ass!

He's high
or drunk or something.

Are --
are you all right?

Something's wrong
with his head.

Get...The police.

Police.

Call 911!

I saw...Back stop.
I saw...

He -- he -- he shot her.

Okay.
Just try to stay calm.

He shot at back stop.

If I die,
you gotta tell them.

Please tell them.
You're not gonna die.

He killed her.
It looked just like me.

I got it from here.

All right. The guy just
looked exactly like me.

Tell them.

Tell them.

Yeah.

You're never
gonna believe this.

What?

I was working
the graveyard shift,

and a head trauma I wheeled
into surgery early this morning

was trying to tell me that
he saw a woman being shot.

Trying to
or telling you?

Well, I guess
he was telling me.

I don't know.

I think it's
the brain damage talking,

but he kept saying,
"back...Stop.

Tell them,
'back stop.'"

What else
did he tell you?

He said that the person who
shot her looked just like him.

Where is he now?

In surgery.

All right.
I'm coming over.

Why?

Female gunshot victim
was found in an alley

just outside a sports bar
called the Back Stop.

I'm here now.

Is he conscious?

No.

And with surgery
and recovery,

he won't be for another
five or six hours.

All right.
I'll be here another hour.

Uh, I'm sending FHP
to the hospital.

No, I don't want
police here.

Callie, you may have a
violent offender in your E.R.

I'm sending two deputies.
Please do not fight me on that.

Okay, fine, but can
they be plainclothes?

All right.
Fair enough.

But, please, promise me?
I will.

Promise me
you'll...Be careful.

I promise.

Thanks.

Some say
I don't play well with others.

I was a damn good Detective
in Chicago

until a disagreement
with my boss

encouraged me to pack it up
and make a change.

So I put the Windy City
in my rearview

and headed
to the Sunshine State

to kick back, play some golf,
work on my tan,

maybe write the occasional
speeding ticket.

Yeah, well...

That didn't work out.

The Glades 1x06
Doppelganger
Original Air Date on August 15, 2010

What do you mean,
we may have a witness?

Well, we may also have
the shooter.

The witness I.D.'d himself
as the shooter.

We got his real I.D.
off his prints.

That's called
a confession.

Not if he's being wheeled
into surgery

with massive head trauma.

This bottle looks
freshly broken.

Can I get this processed?

Anyone hear anything in the bar,
like a gunshot maybe?

It gets pretty loud here
most nights.

Music,
guys yelling at the games.

Daniel, didn't know
you were such a sports fan.

Oh, yeah.

Wheezing isn't a sport.

I got a small caliber,
point blank.

The body absorbs
a lot of sound.

Might not even hear a gun
like that.

A gun like this?

Ho! No! No! No!

That's my wife!
Let me go!

Let me go!
All right. I got this! I got this!

Sir! Sir! If you mark up
the crime scene,

we're never gonna catch
the person who did this. All right?

Just calm down.

She, uh...

She didn't come home last night,

so, I knew as soon as I heard it
on the radio that it was her.

Oh my God.

All right, sir, calm down.

Deep breaths, all right?

Now, tell me your name.
Can you tell me your name?

Lenny. Nelson.

All right, Lenny.
What's your wife's name?

Lisa.

All right, Lenny,
listen to me.

Lisa is gonna be taken to the
Chief Medical Examiner's office.

All right?

Daniel, here, is gonna
take you to my office.

Gonna talk the whole thing
through, okay?

She said her name
was Lisa Howard,

not Nelson.

And her driver's license
said so, too.

Ah, I'm not surprised.

A lot of girls lie
about their names and age.

Two driver's licenses.

One is Lisa Nelson,
Delray Beach, Florida.

The other is Lisa Howard,
Claxton, Georgia.

Looks like Lisa tried to
scratch out her date of birth

using a pen on this one.

Did you check that before you
hired her to serve alcohol?

It's dark in the bar.

Betty. A pen.

That's what they wear.

She work last night?
Till 11:00.

You notice a man,
maybe late 20s, early 30s,

giving her a bit
of unwanted attention?

It's a sports bar.

Unwanted attention
goes with the territory.

You hear a gunshot?

I can't hear myself think
when this place gets going.

I'm waiting on records
and ident with his prints,

trying to see
if he's in the system.

And, head injury or not,

a confession
is still a confession.

Maybe he's delusional.

Unh-unh. It's called
Subjective Doubles Syndrome.

What's that?

Basically a brain injury,

causing the person to think
the body of a person he knows

is being occupied
by somebody evil.

You know,
a doppelganger.

That's an actual syndrome?

Apparently. I mean,
I'm not a neurologist,

but even
for a neurologist,

the brain is still
a pretty big mystery.

So, he thinks the killer
looks just like him.

Yeah. I mean, unless he's got an evil twin
out there somewhere.

Oh, no, he doesn't.
I checked.

County birth records.

Kind of lazy and stupid
of me not to, right?

Would be.

I knew it was her.
I knew it.

Oh, God,
I'm gonna be sick.

Let's wait
for the Detective.

Daniel's doing
interviews now?

I guess
he's trying to, uh,

keep the guy
from falling apart.

Just not having
much luck.

Excuse me.

For you...And you.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

What do you got?

The gun
found in the alley

has been confirmed
as the murder weapon.

But the only prints we have
of it belong to the victim.

Aha!

I don't know.

Uh, yours is good,
as well.

Just -- our hospital guy's
got a record.

Lenny.

You up to talking?

Yeah?

Where were you
last night?

Uh...I worked
at my dad's citrus store.

I...Got off around 2:00
in the morning.

I got home around 3:00.

Store's open a bit late?

Yeah, well, we online ship
across the world, so...

The, uh...

The clothes
that she was found in --

she would never
dress like that

or -- or -- or ever
go to a bar like that.

She worked there.

You didn't know?

No, no, no. No.
She worked at the citrus store.

She ran the day shift.

And at night
at the back stop.

Under her maiden name.

You, uh...

You know this guy?

No. Did he shoot Lisa?

Oh, we don't know.

He was also attacked
on the night.

We don't know why.

Well, that's a mug shot.
Is he a criminal?

He was at one point.
You recognize this?

I'll take that as a yes.

Is that what shot her?

Is it?

Oh, God forgive me.

I gave her that gun...

For her protection.

Protection from who?

No, no, no. No one.

I just...

She's a small-town girl.
Okay?

I-I just --
I wanted her to feel safe

when she was home alone
at night.

Oh, my God.

You can't make him upset
or get him excited.

He's still weak.

Promise I tread lightly.

Well, you better,
or, broken hand or not,

I will throw you out.

How's it going?
Ugh.

Serves me right --

agreeing to
a pick-up basketball game

with my 13-year-old son?

Hi, Dave.

Remember that guy
I was telling you about --

Detective Longworth?

Would you mind talking to him
for a minute?

Yeah, I'll do
the best I can.

Well, what do you
remember, Dave?

I remember
leaving the bar.

Um, the back stop.

At what time?

Like, about midnight.

I, uh, crossed...

The alley to get
to my car, and...

Where is my car?

Oh. We'll find it.
Y-you -- you went to the alley?

I walked by the alley...

And then,

that's when I see the guy
in the...

Tampa Tech jacket,
I believe --

the one
with the bulldog.

He has a gun...

Pointed at the girl.

Yes. That's the girl.

That's her.

Anyway, I, um,
you know, I...

Of course I-I ran into the alley,

and I'm...Screaming
at the top of my lungs

at this guy, you know,
to stop...

Just as he pulls
the trigger.

And then
he turns around and...

Looks right at me,
and...

...It was me.

This guy had --
he looked exactly like me.

Then I saw red.

Red?

Yeah, everything kind of
turned to red.

You sure you don't know
the victim?

You kind of reacted a little
when I showed you.

Uh, no, I...
No?

No.
No?

Do you know the, uh,
do you know the shooter?

Like, do you know
this guy?

This guy
that looked like me.

I did not say
that was me.

I told you,
he looked like me.

Like an evil twin or...

I don't...

Look, I --
You know what? Let me help you out.

You know what?
You don't have a twin.

You got two
older sisters,

but no twin --
evil or otherwise.

Oh, and the violent
tendencies?

That's all you, Dave.

That was eight years ago.

Yeah, where you put
a guy in the hospital

for bumping into you
in a bar?

You did 18 months
for that one, right?

Okay, that's enough.

I'm so sorry.

You get out of here now.

That was you
treading lightly?

Initially.

Callie, the guy's a murder
suspect with a violent past

who says the killer
looks just like him?

Okay, but he's just had
brain surgery.

He can't take that kind
of grilling.

And why would he come forward
if he committed the crime?

I don't know.
I was hoping you could tell me.

Head trauma is tricky
at best.

I've known otherwise sane people
come in here

and claim that they were
sent ahead by alien invasion

to warn us all,
and then the next day,

have no recollection of it.

Well, what does
your gut tell you?

My gut...

My gut is wondering
why he seems so sad

for a guy
with that violent a past.

Head trauma or not,
those two things don't add up.

To me.

Sorry. We're closed.

Oh. Sorry. FDLE.

Come on in.

Lenny said, uh,
somebody from the FDLE

showed him a picture
of the man who might have...

Yeah, we're working on it.

I've been trying
to call Lenny.

It keeps going through
to voice mail?

Yeah. Sorry. That's my fault.
I shut off the ringer.

I mean, he's been getting
condolence calls,

and when he tries to explain
where Lisa was,

well, it wears on him.

Hey. Jim Longworth.
FDLE.

Michael Nelson.
I'm Lenny's dad.

You don't look like
the FDLE.

I don't?

You don't respect
the job enough

to dress properly for it?

I respect it enough
to do it.

I need to see Lenny.

I need to see your shield.

Don't lose it.

Nice grove.

You own all this land?

Yeah, it's been with my family
for generations.

I intend to keep it
that way.

Lenny.
How ya holding up?

Well,
my wife served alcohol

and showed her ass
to sinners...

Forged her license...

Denied our marriage.

How do you think
I'm holding up?

Sorry.
Stupid question.

Something wrong?

Nice jacket.
Is it yours?

Yeah.

Yep. I did it.

I killed my wife,
you jackass.

Someone with a Tampa Tech jacket
was spotted over the victim.

According to a felon.

With head trauma,
don't forget.

Okay.

My wife was shot
and killed with her own gun.

And you want to know
about my jacket.

Actually,
I'd like to borrow it.

Then take it.

It's time you left.

All right.
I'm done here.

I need to stop by
your son's house,

look over Lisa's things.

No, you're not gonna
see his house.

Now who's not respecting
my job?

How long has your son
owned this house?

Six years.

It was my dad's.

Then it went to Len
after he died.

And he moved in
after High School.

Is this Lenny's mom?

Yes.

We lost her two weeks
after that picture.

They were close.

Too close.

I think losing his mom

caused him
to marry too young.

A few weeks
after this picture?

That's a shame.
She looks kind of...Healthy.

Well, she didn't die.

She ran off with some...

Produce clerk
at Winn-Dixie.

That's why my son
feels abandoned.

Well, women usually own
the bedroom.

There's almost no evidence

that a woman
actually lived here.

Lisa had to have stuff.
She's a woman. Right?

Women have stuff.

So what's up here?

Huh. Stuff.

Why would she have
all this stuff

and keep it hidden
up here?

Do you really
need to ask?

Are you saying
my son's controlling?

Wow.
That came out fast.

Were they trying
for a child?

You'll have to ask Len.

A checkbook?

Her checkbook.

Huh.

You recognize this guy?

No.

You sure?

Do you think that this guy
looks like me?

No, I don't think
he looks like you.

Then why are you asking me
that question?

I told you,
the guy that shot the girl --

he looks...Like me.

You don't believe me.

Well, you gotta admit, it's
a hard thing to swallow, Dave.

But, hey, since you ask,
I will tell you what I believe.

I believe a woman
was murdered.

I believe you were there.

Or, at least,
we believe you were there.

You certainly believe
you were there.

I was there.

I believe the killer was
wearing a Tampa Tech jacket.

Now, a lot of people
go to Tampa Tech

or have been
to Tampa Tech, Dave --

including you.

Registrar said you've been
a part-time student there for six years.

Yeah?

Given that your degree
was interrupted with prison

and restitution
to your victim.

But you kept trying...

Didn't you?

So, I also believe that you're
trying to right your life.

Hang in there.

You can't just take him
to places that upset him.

That was nonconfrontational
and totally within bounds.

You were being gentle.
Try anything once.

Then why is he in tears?
I don't know.

Asking him to think at all
puts his brain in drive.

It's still swollen.

You can only believe half
of what he's saying, anyway.

Yeah, but does that affect
his feelings?

I mean, does the trauma
affect his emotions?

See, I can't stop thinking
about what you said earlier.

He is sad.

But is he sad
because he can't help us,

or is he sad
because he hurt someone?

I gotta run.

Catch you later?

I'm sorry about that.

It's not him.

He's trying to find
that girl's killer.

Yeah, but you need
your rest.

And what if I did this?

What if my brain is tricking me
so I don't believe,

somehow, that I did this?

But what if I did it?

You know, what...

What if I murdered
that girl?

Heads up!

Tampa Tech jacket.

See if you can connect it
to the scene.

Oh, and, uh, was the victim pregnant?
Uh, no. Show him.

I put the beer bottle
together.

Dr. Sanchez
found a print on it.

Paramedic from McDill.

Shipped off to Haiti
two nights ago,

so he's not the suspect.

But there was blood
on this sliver of glass.

It's a match
for Dave Rollins.

So this is what caused
the head injury?

Put that down.

That and hitting the asphalt
at a dead drop.

But that puts him
at the scene.

I mean, between that
and his police records,

I say we get inside
his apartment

and take
a good look around.

Except he's in no condition
to answer the charge,

which means no judge
is gonna give us a warrant.

Not till he comes to
a little.

We also found a shard
of latex.

It's from a common
kitchen glove,

not a surgical glove.

I found solvents on it
common to kitchens.

I also found
citrus particles.

Citrus particles?

You got bushels of oranges
banging around,

microscopic particles
are gonna float off.

But nothing
you can take to court.

Yeah,
but it points somewhere.

The victim worked at a citrus store.
Yeah.

I just think that she grabbed
the bottle from the dumpster

and clobbered Davey doppelganger
before he shot her.

Or maybe she didn't hit Davey
over the back of the head.

Maybe the shooter
with the latex glove did.

You're backing off doppelganger
as a suspect?

No.

But Callie thinks
he's innocent.

And she's been spending a lot
of time with Dave.

She's married to
a career criminal for years.

She knows when
she's being played.

Not quite if she's still
hanging out with you.

You know, I was gonna ask you
to come and join me

to do some super sleuthing...
Mm-hmm.

...But you've hurt
my feelings.

Where you going?

Yo! Mr. sensitive!

Lisa mentioned to her boss
at the back stop

she was meeting a man
about a second job here.

No.

How do you like yours?

Uh, like yours.

You sure?

I'm sure if you're sure.

Okay.

Okay.

He says the ATM camera
can see everything.

All right.
Muchas gracias.

Come on.

Whoo! Ha ha.

Ah!

So, what'd he say?

He says you got
a pretty mouth.

Did he?

Hmm. You can see everything
from the ATM.

There.

Freeze it.

That guy
sitting by himself --

is that who I think
it is?

Uh-huh.

Davey doppelganger.

Let it play.

And who's that?

That's our victim.

Oh, yeah.

He's innocent, all right.

So, you did know
Lisa Nelson.

Dave?

You denying it?

What the hell
kind of question is that?

Obviously, yes,
I knew who this girl was.

It's killing me!

I mean,
look at this girl!

You know, I mean,
this is a beautiful girl

we're talking about here,
and I can't even remember her!

Apparently, somebody
who was in my life --

I can't remember at all!

Why can't I remember?!
I don't know!

But stop giving me
the third degree!

Sir, please.
Get your damn hands off of me!

Neurologist can't say
whether or not Dave is angry

or if it's all
just an act.

He wants to keep him
here for a few more days.

I say the guy's unstable,
he has a history of violence,

and from the, uh,
physical evidence I'm seeing,

points to him
as the killer.

He needs to be
in county lockup.

That piece of paper
Lisa gave you --

what'd she write on it?

I don't know.

Where'd you put it?

Well...

Like, a coat pocket
or my -- my apartment, maybe.

Do I have permission
to look?

Refusing access
to your apartment

doesn't look good
for you, Dave.

Yeah.

Good. All right.
Listen.

I have physical evidence
on you,

and obviously, I can put you
with the victim.

If you're charged,

this hospital will toss you
as soon as it can.

So, this is probably
the best solution.

I'm sorry, Dave.
It's here or county.

Lock it up.

Just doing your job.

Got it.

I got soil and other
unidentifiable particulates,

but nothing that specifically
puts this jacket

at the crime scene.

Can you get a number
off that?

Uh, 7-2-7...

No.
The rest is a blur.

727-555-0110.

Cross-referenced Lisa
and Dave's phone records.

It's the only call number
they have in common.

Huh.

Southeastern
mystery shoppers.

Uh, yeah. Hi.

Uh, I-I got your number
from, um, uh...

Maybe our ad
in the Biscayne?

No, I don't read that.

We're in the Gabber.

Yeah. That's it.

Uh, so,
how does this work?

Simple terms,
we pay you to shop.

Uh, pay me how much?

Uh, varies,
but a minimum of $200.

A day?

Yeah.
You interested?
Very.

Great.
Where are you?

Palm Glade.

Palm Glade.

Lucky you. We have a rep
in your area tomorrow,

just for the day.

I can squeeze you in
at -- yeah -- 2:00?

Uh, morning's better.

Uh, okay. Let me see.
11:00 work?

Can we make it 10:00?

I can --
I can make 10:00 work.

Dellarosa Hotel,
poolside terrace.

I'll be there.

$200 minimum, right?

Right.
I need your name.

Daniel Green.

Got it.
See you there.

Why'd you give him my name?
It's a con.

There just happens to be
a rep in this area,

and he's so busy,
but he can fit us in at 2:00

or 11:00 or 10:00?

But --
he's a grifter.

He'd never buy me
as a mark.

Daniel.

Joe Thomas.
Southeastern mystery shopper.

Coffee?
Uh...

Can I get you something?

Yeah, coffee,
couple pastries.

You're prompt.
I like that.

I'm slammed,
so let's get down to it, okay?

I understand you need
to make some money.

Uh, yeah.
My...Girl left me...

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
It doesn't matter why.

Question is,
are you ready to start today?

Well, I don't know
what it is. I --

Good. I represent a chain
of major retailers.

We evaluate
their sales force,

provide strategies
for their bottom line.

You with me?
Yeah.

Your job is simple, fun.
It's where i started.

All you do is,
you go to these stores,

you buy the items corresponding
to the store.

How -- how do I...
Pay for all this?

Oh, we pay for it.

This is my card.

It's programmed
with a low line of credit

so you don't go crazy

and go running out the back
of the store.

It's how we protect ourselves
against fraudulent use.

Not saying that's you.
You with me?
Yeah.

Want to give it a try?

Sure.
Great.

There's an electronics store
right across the street.

I'm gonna give you a list
of items to shop for and buy.

You'll bring those items
back to me,

you'll fill out a two-page
questionnaire -- over and done.

If that goes well,
you're the newest player

on the
mystery shoppers team.

What do you say?

I'd say...

I've heard
that tune before.

Hey.
What --

Stolen credit card, Joe?

"Stolen"?
Who told you that?

This is not

You've got to read me
my rights.

No.

Uh, you have to.

No, I don't.

Uh...Uh...

Yeah.

This is who was murdered?
Mm-hmm.

Oh, I was this close to
a little somethin'-somethin'

with her.

Oh, yeah?

Before she found out
your shoppers gig was a scam,

a front, where the shoppers
went down and you wouldn't?

When she threatened to go
to the cops, you killed her.

Get real.

She was great at...

You know, I am not talking
about my business.

I don't give a rat's ass
about your fraud.

I'm homicide.

And I'm looking at you.

Okay.

She was great at...

What we're --
we're not talking about.

Whatever.
An eager beaver.

Not just shopping.

She was trying
to bring people in

'cause we give a bonus
for everyone you brought in.

Did she bring in anybody?

Yeah, but the guy
never showed.

His name wasn't "Dave"
by any chance?

Maybe.
I don't remember.

Lisa was trying to bank
as much cake as she could

as fast as she could.

Her husband
was cheating on her.

She needed cash
to get out.

You should be talking
to him.

You should be talking
to his girlfriend.

How do you know that?
'Cause she told me?

She told you?
She barely knew you.

"Barely knowing"
makes it easier.

You know, you know that,
your line of work.

Getting people
to tell you things

they wouldn't tell
their priest.

Gah! Came this close.
Do you have a number?

Lots of 'em.
Which one do you need?
Husband's lover.

That one I don't have.

I may be off base here.

Isn't that your job?
Yeah.

Yeah.

I gave you everything I had
on your problem.

What about mine?

Oh, I'll make sure
you get everything we have.

Hey.

Hey.

Nice gloves.

Is Lenny around?

Yeah, he's in --
in the back.

Was there a new development
in the case?

Uh, yeah. We found a motive
to the murder.

Lenny was having
an affair.

Who told you that?

Detective.
Oh, hey.

What's going on?

We found a motive
to your wife's murder.

Is your dad around?
Yeah, he's in the groves.

What is this?
You're under arrest for murder.

You're under arrest
for accessory to murder.

These guys will read
your rights.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say can be held
against you in a court of law.

Hello!
Mr. Nelson!

Hi!

Yeah, I just arrested
your son and Amy

for suspicion of murder!

Gonna take 'em down
for questioning!

So there's no one
watching the store!

Okay, so I was comforting Lenny.

But that doesn't
prove anything.

He was devastated by the loss
of his wife.

Well, from what I saw,

it proves there was a lot more
going on between you

than a little
garden-variety comforting.

I mean, come on, Amy.

You guys grew up across
the orange grove together.

You and Lenny grew up
together --

childhood sweethearts
would be my guess.

When he comes back from college
with a wife,

you must have been
pretty upset.

Trust me. I know what
it's like to feel for someone

who's married to someone
they'd be better off without.

He was alone
up there at college.

He was...Susceptible.

Yeah, and he comes back from
college, you're still here,

still burning the candle
for him.

And all of his feelings
start to return.

Right? But it's too late.
He's married.

But he still needs you
in his life.

So he hires you
at the store.

Pretty selfish of him,
if you ask me --

keeping both of you
in his life.

That had to really suck
for you --

you know,
the whole Lisa of it all.

I could handle it.

She couldn't.

Or someone
wouldn't let her.

Did you kill her, Amy?

No.

Was it Lenny?

No.

Then when the condolence calls
came in,

and all the guilt
started to overcome you,

it was you --
you were the one there,

turning off the phones,

keeping that pain
out of his life, right?

You don't have to go
to prison, Amy.

You just have to help me
get to the truth.

What did you do with Amy?

How about we start
with what you've done to Amy?

Lenny,
she just broke down.

That is one hell of a burden
you've asked her to carry.

I don't know what you're talking about.
Kind of think you do, actually.

When you went off to school,
it was the first time

you'd been away
from everything you knew

for the first time
in your life.

And there was Lisa --

sweet, innocent,
untouched.

You thought it was love.

She saw you as a ticket
out of Hicksville.

And that was great
for a while.

Until those little feelings
for Amy started to come back in.

How long before
the affair started?

There was no affair.
Lenny.

One time is not
an affair, okay?

It is a mistake.

One time?
A girl as hot as Amy?

I didn't plan for it, okay?
It just -- it happened.

My dad had a Little-League
coaches' meeting.

He was supposed to be doing
inventory with me.

He asked Amy to stay behind
and help.

Your dad still coaches
Little League?

Yes.

Like he did
before your mother ran off?

You leave my mother
out of this.

Okay?

Is that what happened,
Lenny?

Did those cracks
in your marriage start to show?

Did Lisa pick up what was
happening between you and Amy?

Started to take her life back --
like her maiden name.
No.

Abandoning you
like your mother did.

I told you to leave my mother
out of this.

Did you kill Lisa because
she was abandoning you, Lenny?

Did you --
did you resent her

the way you resented
your mother?

I did not resent
my mother.

Of course he snapped.
You attacked his mother.

Who abandoned him.

And, thanks
to his mother,

he now transfers
all the resentment

to every woman in his life.

Which is a good motive
for murder.

Except you're forgetting
one thing.

The suspect?

That all evidence points to
as the murderer?

Is taking up a bed
at Palm Glade Regional,

polishing up
his insanity act.

Yeah.

What?!

When?

Okay. No, no, no, no.
I'm on my way over.

Not anymore.
Dave's escaped.

I'm not going to point fingers.

Administration brought him
insurance forms to fill out.

That's procedure.

Yeah, and left them,
with a pen?

We're healthcare
professionals.

We're not armed guards,

suspicious
of everyone's motives.

Well, do you mind if I point the finger
at my guys, you know?

Like the two former agents
who used to work for the FDLE?

Look, it's not your fault,

but where the hell was
the guy at the door?

Well,
he went to the bathroom.

He called to his partner.

Dave had maybe a minute
to pull this whole thing off.

A minute? Really?

To plan, execute,
and carry out his escape.

Which...Means
his swelling has gone down

and his cognition
and motor skills have returned.

And he's starting to remember
what happened that night.

Damn it.

He did it.
Didn't he?

He killed that girl.
Oh.

Yeah.

He's probably got
more than an hour on us.

I'd head to the apartment, but I can't
see him running there.

All right. I'll try
bus and train stations,

the airport.

I've got a bolo out on him,
but he doesn't have his car.

Local PD impounded it
a few days after the murder.

Listen. Jim.
This is a major screw-up.

What the hell happened?

Yeah. It was my screw-up,
Colleen. My case, my fault.

Yeah, well,
there's a protocol

for a suspect receiving
urgent medical care.

It's called
"Men's County."

Yeah, I'm taking care
of it.

You have my word.

You can go ahead and release
Amy and Lenny, though.

I completely
misread the guy.

What the hell
was I thinking?

He fought so hard
to try and help,

and I thought
he couldn't have anything

to possibly do with it.

I mean, I should have just
stayed the hell out of it.

Actually...

Kind of glad you didn't.

You know,
I'm trying to remember.

I just needed
to get back here.

Yeah,
I kind of figured that.

Maybe this will help.

You want to show me?

Do you remember what happened
that night, Dave?

Callie will be Lisa.

Show us.

You know, Lisa just got
changed from work.

So you met her here.

, yeah.

Well, we, uh...

We came out the back way.

'Cause it was
too crowded inside.

You know,
she forgot her purse.

So, uh, I said I would go
and get the car.

And I would meet her
back here.

All right. Go.
Go get the car.

I went...

And I wal...

No.

No. No.

Bang.

No!

Ohh!

What is it, Dave?

It's the red.

The red is the jacket.

No, that's not
the jacket.

That's -- that's the red
that I saw.

Except it wasn't
this jacket.

Why are we
waiting here?

He asked us to.

Did he happen
to mention why?

No. He just said, "wait,"
and a van will come by for us.

You Sanchez?

Dr. Sanchez. Yeah.

Dr. Sanchez.

Well, pardon the hell
out of me.

Get in.

Get in carefully.

You better have a damn
good reason to be here

after what
you put them through.

Yeah. Sorry about that.
Murders are messy business.

So, firstly, Lenny, Amy,

my apologies.
Second?

Second, I thought
you might want to know

that a man's
basically confessed.

Who?
Well, he's in custody,

but we have
ample evidence.

Just like you had ample evidence
against Len and Amy, right?

Well, I did.
Or do.

Still rankles me,
though.

Rankles you about what?
Being wrong?

Well, yeah.

And mostly about the gun.

Well, I never should have
given it to her.

That probably
wouldn't have mattered.

What's he doing out there?

Oh, we were on our way
to the kennels.

The dog probably
just wants to pee.

It's not a problem,
is it?

Why would that be
a problem?

Right.
So, anywho...

Someone must have actually
stolen the gun from her purse

or wrestled it from her
in the alley.

But, funny enough,
when I went to the locker,

her purse was still there,
gun's in the alley.

Someone must have taken it
before she went to work, right?

What the hell
are they doing out there?

Listen, I want that dog
off my property. You too.

You can't go poking around
my property without a warrant.

Here you go.

Now, we got a witness
who saw a guy in the alley

wearing what he thought
was a Tampa Tech jacket.

Get that dog out of here.

Lenny tells me
you still coach Little League.

The Red Birds, right?

Yeah, that's right.
And that would be red.

So I contacted the Glades'
Little-League people.

They said there was
a coaches' dinner

the night Lisa got shot.

Ended right about 10:00?

Oh. Here we go.

Dad.

Here.

Yeah. The logo
with the red bird --

standing on a ball.

I mean,
it's not exactly a bulldog.

Late at night, rush of panic,
gunshot, someone wearing red.

Oh. Did I tell you?

He's a cadaver dog.

Once found a body that had been
buried for 10 years.

Wait. Wait, wait.
What are you saying?

Well, when your dad talked
about your mother,

it wasn't exactly
from the heart.

He said that
she had ran off

with a produce clerk
from Winn-Dixie.

But she didn't run off.
Did she?

I mean, she probably hooked up
with a produce clerk.

I, kind of,
totally see that

now that I've spent some time
to get to know you a little.

But she didn't abandon
her son.

Did she, Mr. Nelson?

Dad, what is he saying?

You're pretty proud
of your land.

Aren't you, Mr. Nelson?

Always been
in your family.

And that's the way you want
to keep it.

Hence the "no trespassing,
keep out" signs.

I don't blame you
one little bit.

If I killed my wife
and buried her on my land,

I would want to restrict access
to that, absolutely.

If we dig where Hank
is telling us to,

will we find your wife's
remains, Michael?

Lenny!

Drop it.
Wait.

Did you kill mom?
Lenny, no, don't!

Did you?!
Did you kill my mother?!

Lenny.

She was a whore, Lenny.

They both were.

Running around
behind our backs...

Dressing like that.
Secrets.

They deserved to die.

Lenny.

Good idea today.

Bad idea for the rest
of your life.

Go ahead and do it.

I don't care anymore.

Kill me, please.

Come on.
It's over. It's over.

Put it down.

All right. Put your hands
behind your back.

Hold it right there.
All right, get up.

It'll be all right.

Sorry about the rough treatment
in the hospital.

Well, what choice
did you have?

How could you know
I wasn't lying?

Well, not only
weren't you lying,

you're a hero.

You risked your life
to save the woman you loved.

No, I'm not a hero.
Believe me.

You ran to Lisa's defense
with a gun aimed at you.

I'd say that's pretty much
the definition of a hero.

Yeah. The department
found your car,

towed it to your house.

Also took care of
a few parking tickets.

Figured it was the least
we could do

under the circumstances.

Yeah, well,
thank you, guys.

Um...

Hey, look.

This ATM video of, uh,
me and Lisa --

is there any chance
I could get a copy of it?

It's probably, like,
one of the last times

she and I were together.

If you think
you can handle it.

I don't really know
whether or not I can handle it.

I'd just --
I'd really like to have it.

All right, we'll be sure
to get a copy to you.

You take care
of yourself, Dave,

and we'll see you
in a couple of weeks

for your follow-up.

Call us
if you need anything.

I will do.
Thank you.

Well, he was damn lucky
that you were here

the night
they rolled him in.

I would have thrown him
in county.

You can't always assume
the worst in people.

I don't always assume
the worst.

Yeah, like when you think
everybody's a bunch of dirt bags

who are trying
to pull fast ones.

Okay, I do assume that.

Or hiding something.

And that.
But you know what?

In my defense,

people are normally
hiding something,

and they do
pull fast ones, so...

Uh, seriously,
thanks for your help.

Uh, the whole
head-injury thing and...

Being a leap-of-faith
kind of thing.

I...I was really out of my depth
on this one.

I don't know.

I think you pretend
to be out of your depth

so that someone like me
can come and save your ass.

Oh, you think my ass
needs saving?

I know
your ass needs saving.

Is that right?
That's right.

Go ahead.

Yeah. I'm going.

Okay.
All right.

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