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Come on. Step it up.

If we're gonna qualify for Boston,
we need a steady seven-minute mile.

No, no.
You want to qualify for Boston.

I just want to exercise and
not look like a geek doing it.

Your heart rate's up eight.
Bring it down.

Wait. You're monitoring
my heart rate?

Someone's got to.

Oh, yeah?
Well, monitor my ass!

Lisa?

Lisa!

Lisa! Lisa!

Lisa!

Geez!
I thought you were dying.

Not me!

We need to get up.

You know we have to get out
of bed eventually, right?

We do? Why? It's only been
like 14 hours

since I picked you up
at the airport.

Aw, you're right.

We do have to eventually
get out of bed.

I mean,
how long has it been

since we've had an entire day
to spend together?

Maybe we should get out
and enjoy it.

Oh, I am enjoying it.
Aren't you?

Mm-hmm.

- No Miranda.
- No.

No school.

No Carlos
standing over a dead...

Don't... say it.

Oh, seriously?

Well, at least this time
it's not...

...Mine.

- Hello?
- Yeah?

I figured since my Saturday was
ruined, why shouldn't yours be?

Always thinking of others,
aren't you, Carlos?

But I'm not on
call this weekend.

You are when the flu takes out
the only other intern

who's not coming off
a 48-hour shift.

Don't get mad at me.
I didn't kill her.

It's not my fault
Marissa got sick.

- Right.
- Got it.

- I'm on my way.
- I'm on my way.

- I'll take a shower. You... yeah.
- I'll call the airline.

What do we got?

Bree Michaels. 28.
Stabbed eight times.

The one on the neck alone
would have killed her.

Attack happened somewhere else.
No blood or blood trail.

The knife appears to have
a serrated edge

and a distinct cross guard
at the hilt,

indicating all
this bruising here.

- Where's her purse or jewelry?
- No idea.

Well, then,
how'd you I.D. The body?

Her description matched
a bolo we put out on her.

Bree Michaels
didn't show up

for a very important meeting
with the Innocence Project.

Innocence Project?

She contacted them
a week ago,

said she had new evidence that would
exonerate inmate Logan Barrett

for the murder
of his ex-wife, Susan.

Do they always call the cops when
someone doesn't turn up for a meeting?

Only when their client is going
to be executed in four days.

I remember that case.

Logan Barrett
was convicted

even though we never
found the wife's body.

Well, then, how did we...
And by "we," I mean you,

since I was in Chicago...
Do that?

Overwhelming
forensic evidence.

We found Barrett
at his house,

his clothes
were covered in blood,

and a bloody knife with
his fingerprints all over it

found underneath the couch
that he was passed out on.

The guy was that stupid, and
we still couldn't find the body?

Prosecution
didn't need it.

Blood on the clothes
and the knife

matched
his ex-wife Susan's DNA,

and there were witnesses
that said

he was raging drunk at a bar
the night she disappeared.

Which, for some reason,
you find amusing, detective.

What? No.
I was just thinking

what a shame that you
had to spoil your Saturday

by coming out and telling me
that your airtight case

against Logan Barrett wasn't
exactly airtight after all.

We got it right
the first time.

We need you to go back over
the original case

and use it to either find
Susan Barrett's body

or a connection between her murder
and the murder of Bree Michaels.

And we
need to do it fast

because Barrett's execution
is in four days.

Okay, well, then,
why don't we just go back

to the original detective
that handled the case

- in the first place?
- Yeah, it's, um...

Oh.

On the gate.

Hey, Jim.

I haven't seen you since you
testified at my murder trial.

Hello, Mike.

It's good to see you, too.

The Glades 03x06
Old Times
July 8, 2012

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"Badge of death."

A Jake Tanner mystery."

Really? You couldn't come up with
a better name for me than that?

Yeah.
It's about you.

Yeah.
It says, "Jake Tanner..."

A brilliant, misunderstood
homicide detective."

Who's forced to partner

with an idiot
hot-shot cop from Chicago.

Oh. Okay.

Well, when does the idiot
hot-shot cop arrest the genius

for chopping up his wife
and feeding her to an alligator?

My life was just fine
until you came to town,

and it turns out there's nothing
special about what you do.

Well, yeah, when you start
making up the clues,

like you do
in your books.

Is that what happened
with the Logan Barrett case?

Logan Barrett?

Ha.
That was a slam dunk.

The boob might as well
have walked in and confessed.

Well, that's not what she said.

Or would have said,
if she wasn't killed last night.

Was she related in any way
to the Barrett case?

Maybe.

What's in it for me?

What's in it for you
is to gain back

some semblance
of your reputation,

and, oh, you know, save a man
from the gallows.

First of all,
my reputation

as a stone-cold killer
who fed his wife to an alligator

works just fine in here,
which is where

I'm gonna be spending the rest
of my life, thanks to you.

Why the hell should I help you
crack your case?

Well, technically, Mike,
it's our case.

And I got to think that there's
something on the outside

that you've been missing...

Something that'll make your life
in here a little brighter.

Yeah, okay.
There is something.

Gidget.

The TV show?

No.
Gidget, my wife's dog.

What just...

- You hated that dog.
- Yeah.

I'd kind of like to see
the little shit again.

Okay.
I'll see what I can do.

In the meantime,

I have another mderer
I need to talk to.

Look, I admit my life
hasn't added up to much.

I never figured I'd end up
here on death row.

Yeah, well, murdering your
ex-wife will do that to you.

I didn't kill Susan,
detective.

Want to tell me
what happened?

Honestly, I don't know.

I swear.
I don't remember.

I got blind drunk at a bar,
woke up with blood all over me

and the cops pounding on my door
when she went missing.

You recognize her?

No, sir.
Sorry. I don't.

It's Bree Michaels.

She contacted
the Innocence Project...

Said she had information
that might exonerate you.

Like what? Well, we don't know.
She was murdered last night.

Tell me
about your marriage.

Susan and I were fine at first,
but then she took a job

as an office manager
at a plastic-surgery center,

and...
things just fell apart.

When she saw
how rich people lived,

nothing I could do
was good enough.

She called me a loser,
said I ruined her life.

Must have pissed you off.

What pissed me off
was the divorce.

It was bad enough
our marriage fell apart.

I had to give her half my salary
in support payments.

So you killed her
just to save money?

That's the thing...
I didn't have to.

The day before
she disappeared,

she told me
she was getting remarried,

shoved a big ring
in my face,

said, "that's how a real man
treats the woman he loves."

I mean, I was off the clock.
Why would I kill her?

Well, that definitely disputes
the prosecution's motive

that you killed her
to stop your support payments,

but why wasn't there
any mention

of your ex-wife getting
remarried in your case file?

I don't know. I told
the detective who arrested me,

but he must not
have followed up.

I'm sorry, detective,
but neglecting to follow up

on a claim that a suspect's
wife was engaged

hardly justifies remanding
Mike Ogletree into your custody.

Well, he's not gonna cooperate
sitting in prison,

and who knows
how many other things

he may have overlooked
or never looked into?

Do you really think
having him out will help?

I'd like to know how many
other balls he may have dropped

that might lead us
to the body of Susan Barrett.

Well, that is the goal.

I'm in.

Wait.
Are... are you serious?

You wanted to see how our
success rate jumped so high

since the detective
joined us.

Well, giving him enough rope
to hang himself

is just
one of those ways.

Mm. Fine. I'll push the
remand through.

Thank you.

Oh, and have Daniel
find Gidget.

Congratulations on
getting your old partner back.

I'm sure
he holds no resentment

towards the man who arrested him
for murdering his wife.

Hey, Carlos.
Didn't expect to see you.

Hey, thanks for matching
my wife's dental records.

That got me convicted.

Now, where's Gidget?

Uh, first thing's first.

Tell me how Bree Michaels

is, uh, connected to the murder
of Susan Barrett.

On the night of the murder,

Logan Barrett
was at his favorite bar,

chatting up some woman.

He was getting drunk,
bad-mouthing his bitch ex-wife.

Everybody in the bar
heard it.

The woman he was chatting up
was Bree Michaels.

What else do we know
about her?

The bartender said

she was working as a dancer
at some bikini bar.

Well I don't care what the
bartender said. What did she say?

- I didn't talk to her.
- You didn't talk

to the last person
to spend time with Logan Barrett

before he killed
his wife?

I didn't see the point.

Everybody in the bar
heard what he said.

Besides, the next morning,
we found him hung over,

covered in his ex-wife's blood,
laying on top of the murder weapon.

what more did we need?

A body to autopsy
would have been nice.

Yeah?
Well, we didn't find that.

Did we, Carlos?

Well, maybe we didn't,
but we will.

Logan Barrett
said his ex-wife, Susan,

was engaged and
about to be remarried.

You don't remember him ever
saying that to you?

Maybe.

He said a lot of things.
Doesn't make it true.

Well, if it is, then he was
off the hook for alimony.

He had no reason
to kill her.

Well, how come no grieving
fiance ever came forward?

Come on, guys.
There's no big mystery here.

Barrett got drunk,
killed his wife in a rage,

passed out on his couch...
Case closed.

A guy Barrett's size

would have to consume
a lot of alcohol to black out.

- How much did he have to drink?
- I don't know.

Oh, God. Didn't you check the bar bill?
Why would I do that?

Okay. Uh, let's talk
about what little you did do.

Um, why don't you
walk us through

what happened
when you first got here?

It'd be a lot easier
without these.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Are you crazy?

Come on. It's...

Walk us through it.

I arrived just before Carlos
and the crime techs.

The street was jammed
with cars,

so they couldn't get
the van close enough.

So I had a car towed.

- Wait.
- Now...

You what?

It was just some clunker blocking the street.
It was no big deal.

The car that Barrett was driving
the night of the murder

was parked
in the carport.

Forensics went through it
with a fine-tooth comb.

Right, Carlos?

No blood, hair, or tissue
was found,

but you never mentioned
that you towed a car!

What the hell
difference does it make

if I had a car towed
from the crime scene?

Any word
on Ogletree's dog?

Apparently Gidget was adopted
by an officer

during the time
of Ogletree's arrest.

Huh.
That was easy.

Not exactly.

The officer was divorced,

moved to an apartment
that doesn't allow pets,

and had to give Gidget
to the county animal shelter.

All their records were destroyed
in the last hurricane.

Okay.
Well, keep digging.

The plates match
the vehicle registration.

Vin number's the same.

How did you know it would still
be here after all these years?

The car was registered
to Logan's stepfather,

who willed it to Logan
when he died.

Logan probably kept it
parked on the street,

used it just often enough
to keep it running.

And with Logan in prison, there
was no one left to claim it.

- Oh, okay.
- Yeah.

I'll be damned.

So, Logan Barrett
repeatedly stabs his ex-wife

and is smart enough to hide
her in the trunk of a car

he wasn't seen driving
that night.

He passed out drunk
before he could dump the body.

That's got to be it. We did it.
We finally cracked the case.

Well, cracked half of it.

- Uh-oh.
- Yeah.

"Uh-oh" what?

So Logan was too much
of an idiot

to take his ex-wife's
engagement ring off.

I'm not seeing the problem.

The problem is Logan Barrett
was telling the truth.

That ring says his ex-wife,
Susan, was engaged.

Yeah. And proves that he didn't
have a reason to kill her.

But with a ring that size...
Someone sure did.

Give him a full panel, type and
cross, 4 units of whole blood.

Let's get a chest X-ray
and abdominal CAT scan.

Right away.

Callie? This gentleman
would like to speak with you.

Yeah,
I'm kind of busy.

I said it was fine.

- My name is Collier Weiss.
- Right. I got your call.

Is there someplace a little
more quiet we could talk?

Uh...

I apologize for interrupting you
at work about this.

I'm in the discovery phase
of a corruption case

against a county tax assessor,
and I came across your name.

County tax assessor?

Do you remember
Jason Elkins?

We'd like to talk to you
about your experience with him.

There's really not much
to report.

I owed about $15,000
in back taxes

that I thought
my ex-husband had paid.

I met with Mr. Elkins and
came up with a payment schedule

that he was able
to get approved.

No improprieties
on his part?

No.
N-not that I can think of.

He never took you
to dinner?

Never met with you privately
outside the office?

Perhaps at your home?
Um...

Mrs. Cargill, I understand
your reluctance to come forward,

but there are other women

that may have suffered
at this man's hands.

Establishing a pattern could help
us bring Jason Elkins to justice.

Give me a call
if you change your mind.

Okay.

I've I.D.'d the skeletal remains
as that of Susan Barrett,

which I was able to do
by matching

the serial numbers on her
silicone breast implants.

I also found
a fragment of metal

in her fourth
cervical vertebrae

which is a match to the knife that
we found in Logan Barrett's house.

Wow.
Nice work, everyone.

Now we can return Mike Ogletree
to prison

and switch the focus
of our investigation

to the murder
of Bree Michaels.

Okay. What?

No, it's just Barrett claimed
that he had no reason

to kill Susan since
she was being remarried soon.

He was off the hook
for alimony.

Well, this ring strongly suggests
he was telling the truth.

We also have
the credit-card receipt

from the bar that Barrett
was drinking at that night.

He only ordered five beers.

Hardly enough
for a grown man to black out.

Unless there was a little something put
in those beers to help move it along.

Slipped him a roofie,
helped set up him for murder.

Which means whoever
set Logan up for murder

probably killed Bree
to keep her quiet.

Okay. Do you have any proof
to back this theory up?

We took a sample of Barrett's
blood at the time of his arrest.

I'm testing it for rohypnol.

Well, unfortunately,

that's still not enough
to grant Barrett a stay.

This might help...
I discovered an odd fact

when I traced Susan Barrett's
implants to the manufacturer.

She got her implants
from Dr. Brett Denning,

the plastic surgeon
that she worked for.

And digging
a little further,

it appears as if she ran the
procedure through her insurance,

which doesn't cover
cosmetic surgery,

but which Dr. Denning apparently
signed off on and approved.

Well, it sounds to me like
it's time to find out what else

the good doctor was trying to
implant into Susan Barrett.

Find out where this diamond engagement
ring was bought and by who.

Got it.

Sorry for the wait.

Brett Denning.
What can I do for you?

Okay, seriously?

Gwen, get that guy from
maintenance back down here.

That gunk is still all
over my travertine floors.

Right away, doctor.

Sorry about that.

My practice
is based on perfection.

Wouldn't do
to have imperfections

- in the waiting room, now, would it?
- No, it wouldn't.

Speaking of, I was wondering...
Seen her before?

No. Why?

We think she was murdered
by the same person

that murdered your office manager
Susan Barrett about five years ago

and who apparently you conspired
to commit insurance fraud with.

Perhaps we can move this
to my office.

It wouldn't do to do it
out here, now, would it?

I'm sorry you've wasted
your time, detectives.

I don't know anything
about insurance fraud,

and that is
not my signature.

- We don't know that.
- Okay.

Go ahead.
See for yourself.

Look, I liked Susan,
but it's not inconceivable

that she
forged the signature

- and fudged the insurance on her own.
- Well, maybe she fudged something else,

like this mysterious engagement
to someone

a couple days
before she was murdered.

You wouldn't happen to know who
that was, do you?

No, I wouldn't.

- Maybe it was you.
- Me? Thank you.

That's ridiculous.

Susan have any enemies?
Other than her husband,

who she had absolutely
no use for?

None that I know of.

Although she did rub
one person the wrong way,

- now that I think about it.
- All right.

You want to tell me who that is,
now that you're thinking of it?

Alexis Cane...
Frequent patient of mine.

- Like oil and water.
- Uh, why's that?

Susan had youth and beauty,
but she wanted nice things.

Alexis had everything
that money could buy

except youth and beauty... not
that she didn't constantly try.

She seemed to enjoy
harassing Susan over billing,

and she could be a real monster if
she didn't get what she wanted.

How monstrous
are we talking?

Think a cross between Naomi
Campbell and Leona Helmsley.

Jim, I'm not an idiot,
okay?

Of course I spoke with
Susan's friends and co-workers.

They all said the same thing...
Her husband did it.

Not that you ever gave me
much credit.

Not that you ever gave me
much reason to.

Whoa, whoa.
Stop, stop, stop, stop.

Sorry? FDLE.

Uh, housekeeper said that
Alexis Cane might be back here.

Yeah, sorry, man. I just
put down a second coat of stain.

The deck's still wet.
Oh, right.

Alexis is tanning
on the bow.

The starboard side
should be, uh, dry by now.

Is this your baby,
Mr., uh...

Jessup. Ryan Jessup.
Yeah.

So, we can just...

Yeah, yeah.

I got it.

Yes, I have some
vague memories of Susan Barrett.

But I've never met or heard
of any Bree Michaels

or have any idea what either of
their deaths have to do with me.

We hear you and Susan got into it
on numerous occasions over billing.

And according to denning,
you could get quite monstrous

over these perceived
billing irregularities,

had it in for Susan, hated
her beauty, her... her youth.

Okay, fine.
We fought.

Susan was an idiot who
more than once double-billed me,

and once during a pre-op X-ray,
I think,

went through my things
in the patient lockers.

I complained to Dr. Denning,
but who's going to commit murder

over a couple hundred dollars
missing from my purse?

Look, I don't know
what you two are driving at,

but I've never met
Bree Michaels.

Susan Barrett was
murdered by her husband.

Everybody knows that.

Okay. Fair enough.

And since you have never met
Bree Michaels

and you're convinced that Susan
was murdered by her husband,

you won't mind if we take this
knife in for a closer examination.

The serrated edge
appears to be similar

to the wounds
that killed Bree Michaels.

We broke the knife down
and recovered trace blood

between the hilt
and the cross guard.

It could be fish blood.
I'm testing it right now.

A test with a rush
put on it, Carlos.

You know, so we
don't kill an innocent man?

You see
what you've been missing?

That's not the knife
that killed Susan Barrett.

I recovered that
from Barrett's house.

But killers tend to use
the same method of murder.

If we can link this knife
to Bree's killer,

it won't directly link it
to Susan's murder,

but it will link
the killer of both women

through
the same modus operandi.

At least that's how I nailed
Jack Howard Raynes

in "Badge Of Death."

Relax, kid. You're not my wife.
You got my dog?

Uh...

Well, y-y-y-you see,
about that...

- Daniel.
- Sorry. No.

But I'm still looking. No worries.
We still got plenty of work to do.

So, uh, what do you got?

The results
from Logan Barrett's blood test

came back positive
for rohypnol...

I mean a lot of it,
like almost 30 grams per part.

Wow. Someone
wasn't kidding.

Also, the diamond in the engagement
ring had a jeweler's etching.

So I contacted the jeweler, who
remembers selling it 10 years ago,

but not
as an engagement ring.

You'll never guess
who he sold it to.

Alexis Cane.

I haven't
the slightest idea

how my ring ended up
on Susan Barrett's finger.

Maybe she stole it
from my locker

- during one of my procedures.
- Maybe.

But the woman you hate
stealing a $40,000 ring

doesn't exactly clear you
of one murder, let alone two.

I didn't kill anybody.

Especially 'cause
you didn't file a police report

or an insurance claim
for the ring's loss?

Because it wasn't lost,
was it?

You knew exactly whose finger it
was on and who gave it to her.

Your boy toy, Ryan,
stole it and gave it to Susan.

Why on earth would he do that?

Because he was in love with her
and asked her to marry him.

Look...

I'll be the first one to admit

that Ryan and I have
a complicated relationship.

That's one word for it.

But he loves me, and he would
never cheat on me.

Oh. That would certainly explain
these old phone records.

Yeah, he must have called Susan
over and over again

to tell her that
he would never cheat on you.

I mean, dozens of calls
from five years ago,

which ended abruptly
the day she was murdered.

Yeah.
That had to suck, huh?

The man you love in love
with the woman you hate.

I wouldn't waste my time
killing Susan Barrett.

She was just another one
of his Booty calls,

drawn to that chick magnet
of a boat.

Wish I never bought him
that damn thing.

And the only "Bree" I know

is the cheese my dietician
won't allow me to eat anymore.

That and the one you hired
to drug Logan Barrett,

who everyone knew hated his wife
enough to kill her.

But then Bree heard
about the execution,

threatened to come forward.

So you had to kill her,
too.

Perfect timing...
The arrival of her attorney

and something
I think you should see.

This wasn't Susan Barrett's
first set of implants.

Discoloring
of the anterior rib 7

tells us
that the first ones leaked,

which was not uncommon
in soluble silicone implants.

- I'm having them tested.
- Uh, anything new

and therefore relevant
to the autopsy of Bree Michaels?

I've also confirmed
that Bree Michaels' death

was between 8:00 and 10:00 P.M.
two nights ago

and that cause of death
is a stabbing.

Okay. If not new,
then maybe interesting.

And that
interestingly enough,

like Susan,
Bree also had breast implants

that, "A," weren't damaged
in the attack

- and, "B"...
- Were put in by Dr. Denning.

- It's annoying, isn't it?
- Very.

Okay. While you two bond
over how annoying I am,

I'm gonna find out

why Dr. "Nip/Tuck" lied
about knowing Bree Michaels.

Daniel? Yeah. I need you
to do something for me.

Jim.

Damn it, Jim!
Wait up!

Put your shoulder into it,
would you?

I mean, the travertine
at the Duomo is cleaner.

People have been walking on that
for centuries.

Which is probably how much you're
looking at for double murder.

- What are you talking about?
- You lied about not knowing Bree Michaels.

Not only did you know her, you
performed her implant surgery.

I've performed
thousands of surgeries.

- I don't remember every single patient.
- Not even the free ones?

We looked into
Bree Michaels' financials.

There's no record
of her ever making a payment

to you
or your medical practice.

Maybe you were paying her
for drugging Barrett Logan,

setting him up
for murder.

Wait. I remember
Bree Michaels.

She was a wannabe model

who agreed to do
my before-and-after brochure

in exchange for the implants
and surgical procedure.

She gets a new look, I save
on booking fees and fringes...

But that's as far
as our relationship went.

Okay, well, freebies aside, she
must have had a medical file.

Yeah. But for that,
you'll need a warrant.

All right, well,
I'll see your warrant

and raise you
an alibi for Friday night.

Bored senseless

at a plastic surgeons
association dinner in Boca.

But I doubt there are
more than 50 of my colleagues

who can confirm that.

Okay, I want to see
if the doctor's alibi holds up.

- Any news on Gidget?
- Gidget was adopted

by Fred Campbell,
a retired airline pilot.

He went down in the Gulf just north
of Tampa in a Cessna Cherokee.

So the dog was returned
to animal services...

Um...

Not to get all mother hen,

but how are things going
with your partner?

Oh, you know.

Two steps forward,
Mike Ogletree back.

Right. Just don't forget that
he's still a convicted killer.

Yeah, not to worry,
Colleen.

I can read Mike Ogletree
like a book.

I'm gonna go
with drawing a blank

on anything new
in that file

to match the expression
on your face.

Just so you know,

it's comments like that

that pushed me to the brink,
Jim.

The snarky put-downs, constantly
cutting me off at the knees.

I'm sorry, Mike.

I guess I was just actually
hoping you might be able

to do something
to help crack this case.

Well, guess what,
smart guy.

I actually did come up
with something.

The name of the bar
Bree Michaels worked at,

a bar Logan Barrett frequented,
which I p...

Should have noted
in my files.

Well, better late
than never.

Logan Barrett told me
he started drinking here

the night
his wife was killed,

then later moved to the bar

where we caught Bree Michaels
on the surveillance video,

which tells me that
either Bree followed him here

- or she met him here.
- Or another of our suspects met Bree here.

Uh, you know what?
You want to go ahead inside?

I need to take this.

Hey. Things quieting down
for you?

Not really.

Do you have a second?

Yeah. What's wrong?

Some lawyer

from the Florida State Attorney
General's office contacted me.

He wants to talk
about that property-tax audit

- I went through a couple years ago.
- Yeah, I remember that.

You said that you worked out
a payment schedule

and that
everything was fine.

That part is all right, but
that's not why he contacted me.

He wants to talk about Elkins,
the IRS investigator.

He sort of...

Offered to make things easy
for me if I was nice to him.

Oh. You never told me
that part.

But I handled it. You know,
without having to be nice.

Okay, so now you get to put
the jackass away.

Right,
but it's not that easy.

Miranda's on me

- about all the distractions in my life.
- Look...

Callie, you got to do
what's right for you...

What you can live with,
not someone else.

And whatever you decide,
I've totally got your back.

Thanks. I guess
I just needed to hear that.

- All right. I'll call you later.
- Okay.

d Need an escape

d need a reason to see

d I am the things
that you make me believe d

d like an illusion, you could be a dream d
What are you doing?

Seeing if they have any surveillance
videos from that night.

Maybe they caught Bree, uh,
slipping Barrett that roofie.

Doubtful,
after all this time.

Huh.

What do you know?

Ryan knew Bree Michaels
after all.

You actually did something
to help this case.

What do you know?

Looks like you actually did
something stupid.

Now give me your gun,
nice and easy.

You and I
are going out the back.

Just two buddies
going to their car,

where you're gonna remove this
tracking device from my ankle.

Come on.

You always thought you
were so much smarter than me.

Well, let me tell you
something, hot shot.

Logan Barrett's
never been to this bar.

You don't want to do this,
Mike.

But I remember Bree Michaels
worked here

and knew from responding
to disturbance calls

that the, uh... the bar had a gun
in the storage room.

Oh, yeah.
Didn't see that coming, did you?

Yeah, Mike. Actually, I did.

Like I always said, Mike.
I can read you like a book.

Your second one, to be exact...
"Badge Of Death."

You know, the one where the brilliant
detective turns the tables

on the stupid criminal that
tries to get the drop on him?

Jim, look, you're right.

It was stupid, and I'm sorry.

But I was mad, okay?

I mean, I was trying to help,
but just like before,

you started in on me,
ignoring me, talking over me!

I have ideas, Jim...
Good ideas!

Yeah, well, trying to escape
wasn't one of them, genius.

An innocent man could die,
Mike,

and you had a chance
to stop it.

I don't even know
where I thought I was going.

He's only in there
because of me.

He's probably innocent.

Just because of me, we'll
never be able to prove in time.

I can't even look him
in the eye.

I stuck my neck out
for you, Mike...

'Cause I thought
somewhere deep inside

there might still be
a good cop.

Last chance
to prove me right.

Yeah, yeah, yeah...
Save the "I told you sos,"

but it's not like I didn't expect him
to do something stupid eventually.

And stupid or not,

he did help me link Ryan Jessup
to Bree Michaels.

Well, then you're
definitely gonna love this.

The knife
that you took off his boat?

The blood
matches Bree Michaels.

You're right.
I do love that.

Okay, yeah.
I knew Bree.

Took her out on the boat
a couple of times,

but I swear I haven't seen her
in months.

You lied about Bree
because Alexis

is a jealous harpy
with a Leona Helmsley complex,

who, if she found out
that you were cheating on her,

first with Susan
and then with Bree,

well, then you'd lose
the watches,

your chick-magnet boat,

and that very generous allowance
she gives you.

So I've developed
a taste for the good life.

So then rather than lose the
good life, you took a couple.

Look, Bree was a mistake,
but I didn't kill her.

And I didn't kill Susan.

I loved her.

Loved her enough to steal a ring
from Alexis,

which you used to ask Susan
to marry you,

but then Susan found out that
the ring and all the goodies,

well, they were courtesy
of Alexis,

and she realized you were just as
big a loser as her husband, Logan.

- No.
- She felt betrayed, lied to,

to tell Alexis.

So you smooth-talked Bree

into drugging
Logan Barrett

so you could frame him
for Susan's murder,

who everyone knew hated her
enough to kill her.

No, it wasn't like that.
But then five years later,

when Logan's execution
was approaching,

Bree grew a conscience.

So you silenced her.

We found this
in your tackle box.

That's Bree's blood under the hilt.
That's not mine.

Well, then,
it has something in common

with your watch, your boat, and
your, uh, self-esteem, apparently.

Okay, yeah,
you're exactly right.

Alexis owns me, hook, line,
and sinker,

and now knife, apparently, which
I've never seen before in my life.

You really think she doesn't
have it in her to frame me?

Okay, well, I'm still
gonna have to hold you over

while I check on something, like
your, uh, alibi for Friday night.

- I was staining my boat.
- At night?

Or in a panic to clean up
all of Bree's blood?

You have to do it at night,
out of the direct sun.

That stuff takes forever to dry,
and with my engine down,

it wasn't like
I had anything else to do.

Your engine was down? Yeah, just
out of the blue conked out on me.

This is the life, amigo.

Sadly, not mine.

Well, it comes with a price
you don't want to pay.

Just ask Ryan. Do you have
any idea what you're doing?

Yeah, I used to do this
all the time as a kid.

Steal boat engine parts?

Who'd want to sabotage
such a beautiful craft?

Well, that is
definitely sabotage.

Uh, you bring
your field kit?

I always bring my field kit.
Why?

Well, I didn't invite you out here
just to admire such a beautiful craft.

Carlos, vamonos.

- Sabotage?
- Yeah.

When you pour sugar
into a gas engine,

it causes the intake filter
to seize.

- You just have something...
- What?

- Oh.
- Just...

- Thanks.
- I'm sorry. I...

No, no. She was...
She... oh, no.

What do you got for me?

Alexis Cane's credit-card
receipts and recent purchases.

Okay. We've got
Chanel, Tiffany's...

Also Dr. Denning's alibi
checks out.

Three different doctors saw him
at that dinner,

and the valet says
he rolled in at 7:30,

didn't leave
until after midnight.

Cartier, Winn-Dixie.

Alexis Cane bought five pounds
of sugar from Winn-Dixie

the day before Bree
was murdered.

I'm guessing that
she poured it into his engine

to stop Ryan from taking chicks
out on his chick magnet,

leaving Bree high, dry,
and vulnerable.

But how is somebody like
Alexis Cane supposed to know

- about the sugar-sabotage thing?
- Well, her father made his fortune

on ten-minute tune up and lube
center franchises.

But if Alexis killed Bree,
it wasn't on the boat.

The tests Carlos ran on the teak
came up negative for blood.

All right, I like the theory, but it's
still not enough to stay the execution.

Well, not yet,
but it does show

how far Alexis would go
to stop Ryan's infidelities.

Who said I'm not willing
to get my hands dirty?

I need a couple hours off
tomorrow for a personal matter

what kind
of personal matter?

Seriously?

You're right.
I apologize.

I had a tax problem
two years ago, and the IRS agent

offered to make it go away
if I slept with him.

I didn't, but apparently
he got other women to,

and they need my deposition
in order to establish a pattern.

So I'll work doubles
or a graveyard shift...

Callie, seriously...

I'm sorry.

That's important.

So... you take
all the time you need.

Let me know
if you need anything else.

I will.
Thank you.

How's the soul searching going?
You found anything?

Uh, sort of.

I found a statement
from the Innocence Project

that stated in order to protect
Bree Michaels' identity,

they weren't releasing
her name to the public.

Which means
she must have told the killer

she was planning
on coming forward.

God, I-I had it just here
a minute ago.

Like maybe stuck
to your shoe?

Can I?

Thanks.

Well, it says here witness "X"
didn't know

she had a hand
in Susan Barrett's murder,

just what it was worth to her
at the time.

Whatever that means.

Boy, when you step in it,
you really step in it.

- What are you talking about?
- You tracked teak stain from Ryan's boat

the whole way
through the substation.

It's time to stop us
an execution, Mike...

And catch us a killer.

I felt...
alone.

Vulnerable.

I was afraid
for me and my son.

My husband was in prison,

and I couldn't account
for all of our stated income

on our joint tax returns,
which I signed

and Agent Elkins warned me could
result in criminal charges.

Did Agent Elkins
suggest or provide

any solutions
to your problem?

He did.

He said he wouldn't refer
the matter for prosecution

if I agreed
to have sex with him.

Did you?

No.

For the record, Mrs. Cargill
has been given immunity

for the crime of perjury
in regards to any tax fines

or returns
she may have signed

in exchange
for her deposition.

Thank you, Mrs. cargill.

- So, that's it?
- For you.

For Agent Elkins,
it's the beginning of the end.

- You'd better be taking him back to prison.
- I will...

After we arrest the murderer
that helped me find.

The substance we found
on the bottom of your shoes

was consistent with
the teak stain on Ryan's boat.

Uh, we sent your shoes
to the lab to verify.

Also, the results came back
positive for the degradation

Carlos found on
Susan Barrett's anterior rib 7

and confirmed as industrial
silicone, known as pip1,

which was banned in 2007
for it's low molecular mass.

And that
should be the security video

and information you asked me
to dig up and send you.

Excellent. Uh, have the governor's
office tell the governor

to get a stay of execution out of his
drawer and have his favorite pen ready.

Welcome to my world.

Okay.

Seriously...

Have I really not answered
all of your inane questions?

Oh, no. We have lots more
inane questions,

like why you used industrial-grade
silicone implants

instead of the more expensive
legal ones?

Oh, wait. I think I just
answered my own inane question.

I've never used
inferior-grade anything

in any of my procedures.

Then why did they leak
all over Susan Barrett's ribs?

And why did you put
a second legal set in?

Was it because you felt bad for
putting Susan's health at risk...

Or was it because,
as your office manager,

Susan found out about
your little cost-cutting scheme,

and rather than get sick
and/or die from them,

got you to replace them,
threatened to go to the A.M.A....

A threat that would have cost
your fortune, your reputation.

So you killed her.

You paid a wannabe model,
Bree Michaels,

with a free breast enhancement
to drug Logan Barrett,

who everyone knew
was fighting with his ex-wife

over alimony and would make
a perfect fall guy for a murder.

But as Barrett's execution
grew closer,

Bree began to regret
trading a free boob job

for playing what she thought
was a practical joke...

Slipping him a roofie.

A joke
that she later regretted,

having a change of heart,

urging you to do the same
and come forward.

Which you did with a knife,
stabbibing Bree Michaels

like you stabbed
Susan Barrett,

using the same modus operandi
of framing people

when you set up
Bree's Booty call, Ryan Jessup,

by planting that knife
on his boat.

That's ridiculous.

And how was I supposed to have
done all of that

when I was a plastic surgeons
dinner in Boca that night?

And you call our questions inane.

Security footage of you
leaving the dinner at 8:42,

as the lights dimmed
and the endless lectures began.

And so you called a cab
from your cellphone

and then again at 11:14, when it
dropped you back to the hotel,

giving you more than enough time
to kill Bree Michaels,

dump her body,
and plant the knife.

That doesn't prove
anything.

Maybe I took a walk
on the beach.

The walk you took was on
wet teak stain from Ryan's boat.

Which you tracked
all over your office floor...

That stubborn stain that
your janitor couldn't remove.

Like the lies

that will forever stain
your tortured your soul.

It'll read better
than it sounds.

Okay, Mike.

You held up your end
of the deal.

Time for me
to hold up mine.

He thanked me for my cooperation
and said that was it.

Well, that's got to feel good to have
that off your back. You have no idea.

The only thing
that can make it better

if is you were here
to celebrate it with me.

Oh, we'll celebrate
when I come up next weekend.

It'll, uh, give you a chance
to work things out with Miranda

before I get there.

Uh, actually, I don't think
that's gonna be a problem. Oh?

Sounds like you two
turned a corner.

Yep. Obviously,
I'm not the only woman

who's had some problems
with a douche bag.

Call you later?

Have fun.

Sorry that took me
so long.

Looked like you were having
a little trouble

getting Gidget to play along,
there.

I really shouldn't be
surprised.

The little shit
always did hate me.

Do you hate him?
Yes, you do. Yes, you do.

Congratulations.

Thank you, sir.

You don't know
what it means to me

to have someone like you
believe in me.

Ah, just doing my job.
And I, uh, I didn't do it alone.

Um...

Sorry I didn't get it right
the first time.

But you did get it right.

That's all that matters.

I'm sorry
about trying to run, too.

Ah, I would have been
disappointed if you didn't.

Jim...

It's okay, Mike.

I get it.

So, that's what you do when we give
you enough rope to hang yourself?

You save a man's life.

You know, after all this,
I forgot to eat.

Oh, my God.
I'm starving.

So, how'd you say your long-distance
relationship was going?

Rock solid.
Yours?

- Never better.
- Good.

'Cause if I have to drive
all the way back to Palm Glade

without having dinner,
I might just kill someone.

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Now, listen, listen. I got all
of your contact information.

Right? I don't want
to come with you.

No, you don't...
You don't have to come with me.

Just, again, tell me,
where did you see it?

About three kilometers
down the canyon.

Okay. Okay.
You're okay.

Okay. Okay.

Okay.

Moretti.

You up?

I am now.

Resident shot out
his windows.

He's demanding to see
the sheriff.

What are you doing
out here?

I know the resident
in question.

I know
if I start responding

every time this guy
makes a scene,

there will be
no turning back.

You can't negotiate
with terrorists.

Not that I'm complaining,

but isn't ferg supposed to be
on call this morning?

He's already on a call.
Busy morning.

Sorry to pull you away
from home.

Part of the job.

So, who's the wacko?

Lucian connally.

Connally?
As in branch?

His Uncle.

I need you
to go in there.

Just don't tell him
I'm here.

Is he dangerous?

Over the years,
he's killed 10 men,

but he's never shot
a woman.

Son of a bitch!

Hello, Walt.

I thought you said he wasn't
gonna shoot at me!

I didn't.
I shot that chair.

I've been asking for two months
to change my meds.

Ain't nobody listening to me.

When ain't nobody listening,
you got to talk a little louder!

There ain't nothing
much louder

than a 12-gauge
in an enclosed space.

Why aren't you
marching this man

out of the building in handcuffs?
Good question.

How about Lucian pays
for the windows

and the chair and promises
not to do it again?