All language subtitles for The Glades - 4x02 - Shot Girls.HDTV.en

Hey, guys. What's up?

You want a taste
of my velvet cherry?

No. We're good.

Oh?
What about you, baby?

If he's good,
I'm betting you're real good.

Okay.

Hey! Where's the girl
that's on the poster over there,

because
that's who we came to see.

Sorry, lover. She's a little
out of your league.

Not that I asked your opinion.

She here or not?

Yeah. She's here.

But she only goes for guys

with fast money
and even faster cars.

I drive an M5 Beemer.

Is that fast enough
for her little cardboard ass?

- You drive a Beemer?
- Mm-hmm.

Prove it.

Ooh. Impressive.

Hey! What the hell
are you doing?

Sorry, guys.
You've had enough.

You can come back
for your keys tomorrow.

She just took my keys, bro.

Why'd you let her
take your keys?

I didn't let her take them.

You heard the lady.
Come on. It's time to go home.

- She's so hot.
- There's that chick.

I'm telling you, man.

If you hadn't gone
all a-hole on her,

I totally had a shot
with that shot girl.

Yeah.
Sure, you did, man.

Whoa.
Check this out.

Dude,
that mermaid looks so real.

Yeah, a real mermaid.

Oh, now, she looks real.

Oh, man.

Holy shit...

What? What?

Prior to Atlanta General,

I worked here at Palm Glade
for nine years.

Well, um,
back when it was Palm Glade,

before it was Well-Core,

which you obviously
already know.

Mostly in the E.R.,
but also in pediatrics

and case management,
critical care.

Just got engaged.

So, you'll be taking time off
for your honeymoon?

Oh, I suppose I will.

We haven't even set a date
for the wedding yet.

That's not gonna be a problem,
is it?

I think
I've got everything I need.

We'll be in touch.

"We'll be in touch."
Well, that doesn't sound so bad.

Are you kidding me?

I mentioned I was engaged,

and he looked at me
like I was toxic.

- Maybe we shouldn't have said anything.
- Said anything?

- You know, until we were sure.
- Oh, I'm sorry. Until we were sure?

No, sure about the date,
not sure about being sure.

- Because you're sure?
- Oh, I'm totally sure.

- There ain't no backing out now, mister.
- Good.

Otherwise, this would've been
really awkward.

Surprise!

Whoo!

- You are so sweet.
- What?

Thank you.
You're dead.

Come here, you.

- Congratulations.
- Thank you.

You know you're
too good for him, right?

- Oh, believe me.
- Right here.

Which I second and third.

Thank you, you guys.

I-I'm sorry.
What about me?

Um, what about you?
We got you a cake.

All you care about
is stuffing your face, anyway.

That is true.

Guys, I really hate to do this.

- Then don't.
- But we sort of have a body.

Okay.

And I guess that means
we sort of have to go.

I'm so sorry. Uh, I'll see you
later on tonight?

- Yeah.
- Okay.

Oh, aren't you
forgetting something?

Oh.
That's right.

- The piece of cake to go.
- Yes.

- Love you.
- Love you.

Mm, thank you.

First on the scene
said the body was found

by a couple of frat boys
about 1:00 A.M.

- No wallet, no I.D.
- No pants to put them in.

Detectives said

they'd just been thrown
out of a launch party

for a new rum drink
at the Captain's Bridge.

New rum drink?
Cabrillo Velvet Cherry.

They'll leave their interviews
on your desk.

I'm gonna go with that glass
sticking out of her head

- as cause of death?
- Won't know for sure until I examine her,

but I'd say she died
of blunt-force trauma.

Looks like she was struck
with a heavy glass bottle.

Heavy glass bottle
of Velvet Cherry Rum?

Must've spilled all over
the victim when the glass broke.

And also why
the sand stuck to her.

Looks like
the killer realized that

and covered her up the rest
of the way to hide the body,

whoever she is. Well, if I was to
have a guess as to who she is,

I'd say she's...
that girl.

The Glades 04x02
Shot Girls
Original Air Date June 3, 2013

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The pizza pit? Really?

You did tell him
it's a celebration

and we can go somewhere

that doesn't have
sawdust on the floor.

I'm just glad
he'll be there at all.

He's been so damn moody
since I got home,

I want to throttle him.

Everything's all right,
though, right?

I mean, he's okay
with us getting married?

I guess. I mean,
he hasn't really said much.

I'm gonna fly him up to Atlanta
with me...

have him help me
pack up the apartment.

It'll give us a chance to talk.

Well, let me know
if there's anything I can do.

I will.

Okay. Love you.

I love you. Bye.

Bye.

What?

Can you tell me
about Miss Velvet Cherry here?

Based on rigor and liver temp,

confirmation time of death
between 10:00 P.M. and midnight.

Prime-time party time. That's probably
why no one heard or said anything.

Also, confirmed cause of death as
blunt-force trauma to the head.

Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum.
Which I trust you've dusted.

Unfortunately, it was just a
mash-up of indiscernible prints.

But I did find something
that was interesting.

The victim wore a ring
on her right hand.

That's actually
not that interesting.

Which she wore turned around

so that the large stone
and the intricate setting

was facing palm-side in.

I used to wait tables
over at Robbie's raw bar.

You turn your ring like that

so you don't snag it on anything
when you're serving.

Except she did snag it
on something... or someone.

- I found skin tissue on the ring.
- She fought with someone.

So, the killer is now sporting
a pretty nasty scratch.

I sent it to the lab

to see if we can get
some epithelial DNA.

Good. Really?

- Is that necessary?
- Uh, no.

It's, uh... evidence.
From... from the crime scene.

I thought it might be a good
reminder of who we're working for.

Puts a face to the victim.

Just not a name.
Actually, it does.

I contacted
the Cabrillo Rum Distillery

that hired the shot girls,
sent them a tumbler.

The owner, Jojo Cabrillo,

confirmed the victim's identity
as Meghan Daniels.

Yes, Meghan was beautiful.

But there was
so much more to her

than just her looks
and great body.

So, Meghan wasn't just

the face of your latest
rum concoction?

Being a shot girl was just
a means to an end for Meghan.

There wasn't anything
she couldn't do

if she set her mind to it.

It's why I cosigned
a bank loan for her

so she could go to grad school.

Oh.
That was nice of you.

Not to mention sad.

So much lost potential.

No, I mean sad that now

you're on the hook for a loan
that she'll never use.

You find her murder funny,
detective?

No.

- Um... just makes me wonder.
- Wonder?

What you're hiding
by wearing sunglasses inside.

Huh. And given that
my victim had DNA

on the ring she was wearing
the night she was attacked,

I'd be hiding that,
too, if I were you.

And drinking heavily.

I'm drinking because I'm sad.

And the scratch, I got at work.

One of the hazards

of working with shot girls
and drunk men.

Some jackass got handsy
with one of my girls,

so she triggered her security
band and I had to step in.

I'm sorry.
A security band?

Sort of like a panic button.

Each of the girls wears one.

Was Meghan wearing one?

Of course.

They all were. Why?

Well, we didn't find it
on her body.

Can I see the master control?

Huh.
Mind if I take this?

Who's this?
Another one of your shot girls?

Ashley Collins.

We did a shoot with her

when we were considering her
for the face of Velvet Cherry.

But you went
with Meghan instead.

So, apart from getting
a life-sized cutout of yourself,

which frankly,
should be more than enough,

what else comes from

being the face
of Cabrillo Velvet Cherry Rum?

Personal-appearance fees,
modeling work, royalties.

It adds up.

Adds up as in
Ashley being pissed off

she was passed over for Meghan?

She knew
it was nothing personal.

A focus group
just decided that Meghan

would be a better fit
for the Velvet Cherry brand.

Besides, what could Ashley
do about it?

You mean other than
kill the competition?

Honestly, there wasn't anything
unusual about last night.

I mean, those events
can get a little crazy.

We're all pretty busy
doing our own thing...

Pushing Velvet Cherry,
selling shots.

We're only really together
when we're in the limo.

Limo? We ride together so
we can make a big entrance.

So, the limo's
the last time you saw Meghan?

Actually,
now that I think about it,

she wasn't in the limo.

She came by herself
a little bit later.

That makes sense.

Big star wants to make
her own entrance.

She was hardly the big star.

Well, all those life-sized
cutouts of her everywhere

kind of say she was.

And she was the face
of Velvet Cherry Rum.

You know, which comes with
all those appearance fees

and, uh, modeling gigs and...

It could've been any one of us.

But it wasn't.
It was Meghan.

Nice rocking chair.

Uh, family heirloom?

It's my dad's.

He had a stroke last year,
and he lives with me now.

Sorry to hear it.

Although,
the money you would've made

as the face of Velvet Cherry
would've come in handy.

My dad
has a nice-enough pension.

We get by just fine.

Oh, and for the record,

I saw your proofs
from your modeling shoot.

You know, in my opinion,
you were robbed.

But I guess the focus group
thought differently.

What focus group?
It was Pruitt Wolcott.

- He chose Meghan.
- Who's Pruitt Wolcott?

He's the distributor
for Cabrillo Rum.

He's married to Jojo Cabrillo.

Jojo, my other suspect?

Well, that's cozy,
or convenient.

Any guesses as to why
he chose Meghan over you?

I don't know.
You'd have to ask him.

Maybe because she was willing
to do things I wasn't.

Next.

That would be me, actually.

- So, your wife's a producer... Cabrillo Rum?
- Mm-hmm.

And you buy from her.

Doesn't make it
a conflict of interest?

I own the biggest
distribution company

in the southeast, detective.

I buy from a lot of producers,
not just my wife.

Besides, we keep the two
businesses completely separate.

Completely separate?
You hand-pick her shot girls.

Jojo trusts my instincts.

I know the customers
and what they want.

The customers want
to sleep with a shot girl

like Meghan Daniels,
who you hand-picked.

I wasn't sleeping with
Meghan, detective.

Really?

I love my wife
and I will never cheat on her.

Besides, once I pick
the shot girl, that's it for me.

I never see them again.

So, you weren't at the bar
last night?

- You didn't see Meghan?
- I was at the bar,

but only long enough to
make sure they had enough rum.

Then I went home alone.

So, you had no contact
with Meghan whatsoever?

None whatsoever.

So... we good?

- If you say so.
- Great.

I got to get
to another meeting.

So, either your table's ready

or that's Meghan's
panic button.

Ha!

And you're lying to me.

I didn't take Meghan's panic
button detective.

And I certainly
didn't kill her.

Now, I found it on the floor
at the bar, put it in my pocket.

I just forgot I had it.

Well, that makes perfect sense.

Why didn't you tell me that
back at the office

instead of making me drag
your ass all the way down here?

Oh, wait.
That's right.

You're a liar
and I don't believe you.

Why would I kill her?

I don't know.

Usual reasons
a rich, older, married man

kills a smoking-hot
22-year-old...

because either she threatened
to break it off with you

or tell your wife.

Except
I wasn't sleeping with her.

Why? Because some
cutout runner-up said I was?

Do you know how many girls

auditioned to be
the face of Velvet Cherry?

362.

And do you know how many
were convinced they lost

because I was sleeping
with Meghan?

361.

Well, I couldn't
please them all, right?

Bet that didn't stop you
from trying. Right?

And I'm guessing
one of those 361 girls

had the good sense
not to want to see you naked.

Yeah. Okay.
Ashley Collins.

And if this is coming from her,

let me tell you something,
detective.

She was
insanely jealous of Meghan.

Okay.

I can see why
a good-looking girl like Ashley

might feel rejected,

as in you rejecting her
for the face of Velvet Cherry.

She definitely
didn't take it well.

You know, and that was
the problem with Ashley.

Shot girls need to be
the life of the party,

not all righteous
and sanctimonious.

What's a smoking-hot
22-year-old beach bunny

got to be righteous
and sanctimonious about?

She had, like,
big-time daddy issues

'cause her father was sick
and she had to look after him.

That's hardly a motive
for murder,

but I can see how that might not
make her shot-girl material.

Right? She just barely
got along with the other girls,

especially Meghan.

Their fights and arguments
were epic.

Fights and arguments
about what?

No idea.

I just assumed it was the same
jealousy and back-stabbing

that'd been going on
between those two for months.

Huh.

Detective, I pulled Ashley's
financials like you asked.

At first, I couldn't
find anything unusual.

A lot of cash deposits
to her ATM... mostly weekends,

several hundred dollars
at a time.

- Tip money. Nothing unusual about that.
- Right.

But then I cross-checked
Ashley's bank statements

with Meghan's, and this is
where things get interesting.

For the past six months,

Ashley had been withdrawing
$300 a day from her ATM

the last week of the month,
Monday through Friday.

- That's $1,500 cash.
- And for the past six months,

and the last Friday
of the month,

Meghan was depositing $1,500
cash into her bank account.

Now, that's either
a weird coincidence...

Or Ashley was making
secret payments to Meghan,

but didn't want a record of it.

Really?

All three of you
have nothing better to do

than to stare
at our half-naked victim?

Well, I don't know
about these two,

but I'm investigating...

As in you see what I'm seeing?

A stain of some type.
Spatter maybe?

It's not dark enough
to be blood, though.

But it was at our crime scene,
so...

So, I'll run a few tests
to see if there's any DNA on it.

And now that we know
that Ashley

was making payments to Meghan,

maybe we should
look into Meghan's financials.

I wasn't trying
to hide the money, detective.

Meghan offered me a loan,

and that's how she wanted it
paid back... in cash.

And is this really
the best time?

Well, I'm pretty sure

some of my questions
are gonna piss you off,

and you're naked,

so at least I know you won't be
running off anywhere.

What was the loan for?

When my dad
came to live with me,

I had to buy
one of those medical beds

and fix up the bathroom
with special bars and grips.

It wasn't cheap.

My dad's state pension
and insurance

wasn't enough to cover it,
so Meghan loaned me some money.

Well, that was nice of her.

But maybe you should've just
cut back on the hot rocks

and Bjorn's magic fingers here.
You know what?

This is, like, the one thing
I do for myself, okay?

If you've ever
taken care of a sick parent,

you'd know what I mean.

It's totally draining.

My dad has
his physical therapy today,

and I have been
really stressed lately.

Oh, yeah, no. I've heard murder
can be hell on the nerves.

I also heard that you and Meghan
pretty much hated each other.

You'd been fighting for months?

Was it over
that money she loaned you?

Hey, girls fight, okay?
It doesn't mean anything.

Meghan and I
are both competitive people.

You have to be in our business.

- What?
- No, it's just...

Well, it's kind of funny...

Someone referring to grinding up
against drunken frat boys

to get them to buy shots
of cheap booze a business.

Well, good news is
Meghan's dead,

so now you no longer
have to pay off that debt.

Look, I told you what the money
was for, so are we done?

I'd like to get back
to my massage.

Mm-hmm. For now.

Oh, but if I find out
you're lying about that loan...

you know, like,
it wasn't for medical supplies

and has something to do
with why you killed Meghan...

I'll be back.

Now you really got
your work cut out for you.

I tracked down the cab company

that brought Meghan to
the Captain's Bridge last night

like you asked.

The taxi picked her up
at the Wyndermere Grand Resorts,

but she doesn't have
any credit-card charges

at the hotel's restaurant
or bar.

And she wasn't registered there
as a guest,

but guess who was.

Jojo's husband, Pruitt?

Exactly,
and not the first time, either.

Apparently,
it was a weekly thing.

Sounds like an affair to me.

Just got surveillance video
from the bar that night.

- I'm gonna run through it now.
- Yeah. Let me know.

Thanks.

Jeff, it's fine, but a little
notice would've been nice.

Right.
I heard you the first time.

Just don't be too late.

We have
a 7:00 A.M. flight tomorrow.

Love you, too. Bye.

Uh, change
in our celebration dinner?

I guess tonight
is the only night

his study group
could get together

and finish their project.

Oh.

- Yeah.
- Well, maybe it is.

Or maybe he's not that happy
about us getting married,

and therefore,
nothing to celebrate?

I don't know.

I wish he would talk to me
instead of avoid me.

Well, he is 15
and you are his mom.

Uh, at least you'll have
a captive audience in Atlanta.

In the meantime, you know
what this means, don't you?

It means that since
we have the house to ourselves,

we can do anything we want
for dinner.

Anything?

Anything.

Bamboo Palace
and a "Duck Dynasty" marathon?

Oh, you read my mind.

- What are we waiting for?
- Where were you?

I called you,
like, an hour ago.

Having moo-shu pork
with Jase and Willie Robertson.

What do you got?

Lab results on the tissue
we found on Meghan's ring.

The DNA was a composite match

with the swab
taken from Jojo's shot glass,

and that's not all.

Daniel.

Oh, right.

Um, surveillance footage
from the bar

shows Jojo and Meghan
having an argument of some kind

a little before 11:00... an argument
they take out the side door.

10 minutes later,
Jojo returns alone

with a pretty nasty scratch
on her left cheek.

- That'll work.
- I also found Meghan's phone.

It was with her purse and clothes
in the back of the Humvee stretch.

Limo driver says she gave it
to him for safe keeping

when she arrived by cab.

I haven't figured out
the pass code to it yet...

No worries, Daniel. I got
all I need for the moment.

- Hey.
- Detective.

We're having a launch tonight,

so I hope whatever it is,
it can wait until morning.

Well, it could, but I figure

why run the risk
of you fleeing the country

when I can just take you in
for Meghan's murder right now?

Except
I didn't kill Meghan Daniels.

Really?

'Cause we have your DNA

on the ring she was wearing
the night she was attacked,

and we have video footage

of you and Meghan fighting
right before she was murdered.

And since we know
that your husband was having

weekly auditions with Meghan
at the Wyndermere,

well, now we have motive.

And before you get too mad
at your husband

for making you
kill Meghan Daniels,

just think of all the women

that wanted to be
the face of Velvet Cherry

that he wasn't sleeping with.

It wasn't a fight-fight.

We just disagreed over the way

she was representing our product
to some of the customers.

Representing your product.

Is that code for just rubbing
your logo in people's faces,

or just your husband's,

which after months
of humiliation,

you'd finally decided
you'd had enough?

If I had known
about the affair,

I would've confronted Pruitt,
not killed Meghan.

And I certainly wouldn't have

cosigned a loan for her
to go to grad school.

Oh, come on, Jojo.

Even Ashley
knew about the affair.

You expect me to believe

that you're the only person
that didn't know

how Meghan really became
the face of your rum?

Okay, well, while you're
thinking up your next lie,

I have to check on something.

Daniel found video
on Meghan's phone

- you're gonna want to see.
- Ooh.

And that, uh,
loan she was talking about...

Oh, let me guess.
It's not real?

Oh, no.
It was real, all right...

To the tune of $60,000.

Most of which is still
in Meghan's personal account.

I've looked
and I can't find any records

of Meghan either applying to

or paying tuition
to any graduate school.

Only a payment for $16,000
to a Vaghn Enterprise,

whatever that is.

I'm still trying
to track that down.

What? Oh, yes.

Uh, Vaghn Enterprises,
absolutely.

Uh, Daniel,
send this to my phone.

I already did.

Okay.

Well, if you're not willing
to discuss the affair,

maybe you'll tell me
about Vaghn Enterprises.

Vaghn Enterprises?

I have no idea what that is.

Well, for one thing,
it's where $16,000

of that $60,000 bank loan
you cosigned for Meghan went,

which means
either Meghan was conning you

or you were paying her money
for some reason.

I am telling you I don't know
what you're talking about.

Oh, really this time,
or really like when you said

that you had no idea
about your husband's affair,

but really,
you've known all along?

Either way,
we've got enough to book you,

which I'm sure your shareholders
won't be happy about.

So...

Okay, fine.

I knew
about my husband's affair.

How could I not

with Ashley practically
rubbing it in my face.

But that loan was months ago,

and I swear
she told me it was for school.

And if I was gonna
kill someone,

it wouldn't have been Meghan.

It would've been my husband.

Why didn't you?

Because I love Pruitt
and he loves me.

And even great marriages
fall victim to temptation.

I wasn't gonna throw my marriage
away over some cheap fling.

Only it wasn't that cheap,
was it?

60 grand means nothing to me.

No, I meant your marriage,

which does mean something
to you,

but which had fallen victim
to something a lot bigger

than just your garden-variety
temptation, hadn't it?

I mean, it was in real trouble.

Seriously,
I'm done with that bitch.

Too much yelling.

She's always yelling,
telling me what to do.

I'll have another bottle
sent up.

You know?

No more sneaking around.

From now on,
it's just you and me.

I never loved her, anyway.

I'd like to speak to my lawyer.

That was an odd reaction.

It's like she was
more sad than angry.

- Yeah.
- Detective, I noticed

Meghan is still receiving texts
and e-mails on her phone

from people who apparently
don't know she's dead.

"Would love to meet
and discuss your offer."

"Prepared to leave Pruitt,

"however, need an increase
of $2 a case.

Can you make that work?"

"Delivery schedule approved.
Call me."

I checked the numbers.

Those are all messages
from distillers and retailers

who are currently doing business
with Wolcott Distribution.

If I didn't know better,

I'd say it looks like Meghan

was launching
her own distribution company.

Which might also be
why she's got information

about Pruitt's contacts
on her phone,

including
a little yacht party tomorrow.

Nice.

Exit interviews
can be very useful

in terms of helping the hospital
to set policy.

So that, in the future,
hopefully,

they can do a better job

convincing valuable employees
like your mom to stay.

Yeah, yeah.
She can be pretty awesome.

And it's really a shame.

I mean,
I know she really liked it here,

mostly because of you.

Oh, well,
that's sweet of you to say.

- Well, it's true.
- What's true?

Nothing.

All right,
I'm gonna grab a soda.

Anybody else?
Dr. Buckley?

- I'm good. Thanks.
- All right.

- What a little charmer.
- Yeah?

Not so much around
me anymore.

I'm sure it's just a phase.

So, you're all done?

Yep.
I did my interview,

turned in my security badge,
my parking pass.

I'm officially a former employee
of Atlanta General,

or anywhere.

Callie, it's gonna be fine.

And, I mean, you're engaged.

That part of your life
is looking up.

Yeah, it's just everything else
is starting to sink in.

And duty calls, so I'll let you go.
This isn't goodbye.

I'm still coming over later
to help you pack

- and see you off, right?
- Yeah.

That'd be great.

Hey.

Pruitt, man, great party.

What brings you
here, detective?

Not an invitation.
I know that much.

No.
Uh, sorry, no.

Um, Meghan had a note
in her appointments

about this little client party
you had here today.

- Don't I know that guy?
- I doubt it.

- I'm sure I do.
- I don't think you do.

Yep.

- No.
- Here he is.

Ken Krause...

President and C.E.O.
of Quickie Stop Liquor.

27 stores. Wife, Patty...
Definitely doable.

Uh, hey, Ken!

Hey. Hi.

Hey, say hi to Patty for me,
all right?

What are you doing?
What are you doing?

Let's see who else is here.
Uh, who's this guy?

William Lundquist...
C.E.O. of Lundquist Beverages.

35 stores.

Daughter, Katie...
Smoking-hot bod.

Oh, we definitely
got to find William.

William...

Just stop it.

Would you like to go someplace
a little more private?

Now, wouldn't that be
a great idea?

Can I get you a drink,

or can't you drink
when you're on duty?

Oh, even on duty
I can drink that.

Non-alcoholic beer.

It's an interesting choice,
being a liquor distributor,

especially at a party
where you're pushing booze.

I like to stay clear-headed
when I'm working.

Now, I don't know
where you got that information,

but those are my private notes.

I use those to help me remember
details about my clients.

Well, their wives
and daughters, anyway.

And notes that somehow
appeared on Meghan's phone.

Any idea how that happened?

Like, maybe she stole them
off your phone

after she got you
too drunk to notice.

That's ridiculous.

Ridiculous?

Or do you just hate to admit

that the only reason
she was sleeping with you

was so she could
learn your business

and steal your clients?

Meghan wasn't
stealing my clients.

Even if she tried,
she couldn't do it.

Look around you.
My clients love me.

Just not as much
as they loved Meghan,

which if she was stealing
your clients... and she was...

That'd be a hell
of a good reason to kill her.

Like...
yeah, Sun Coast Markets...

$2.5 million
in gross annual liquor sales...

just agreed to terms giving
all of their business to Meghan.

And what do you say?

$2.5 million
worth killing her for?

Yeah.
Okay.

I had an affair with Meghan,
obviously.

It doesn't mean
that I killed her.

No, but it doesn't mean
that you didn't.

I mean, you had
more than enough reason to.

Apart from her being a threat
to your marriage,

at least in
your alcohol-saturated mind,

Meghan was stealing
your clients

to create a competing business.

First of all,

my alcohol-saturated
behavior aside,

Jojo was the love of my life
and she knows it.

And secondly, I've lost clients
before, detective.

I'm not gonna start killing
over lost business.

I mean, if every distributor
who's ever lost a client

started killing
the competition,

there'd be no one left
to buy booze from.

Even clients like Sun Coast
and the $2.5 million in sales?

Don't tell me that
wouldn't hit your bottom line.

Not to mention your lifestyle,
like that boat,

the catered parties,

all those
eager shot-girl hopefuls.

Yeah. Okay, it would.
Definitely.

But like I said,
it's just business.

Now, unless you're planning on

arresting me for a murder
I didn't commit,

I'd like to get back to work.

Apparently I got some clients
I need to try to win back.

Yeah, just not Sun Coast,
Lundquist Beverages,

and Quickie Stop Liquor now that
your competition's dead.

Oh, and, uh, be sure to keep
that yacht of yours in harbor.

I want to be sure
I know where to find you.

Can I help you find something,
detective?

Yeah. That shot-girl calendar
that I found in Pruitt’s office.

Oh, don't worry.
I got it.

Nice.

Really? Again?

I suppose you're gonna tell me

that this is also
a part of your investigation?

Well, this is part
of my investigation.

I can't speak
for Carlos or Daniel.

Me?
I wasn't even looking.

Good, then you got time
to look at this.

These addresses on these dates
here on the calendar...

Can you look into them,
see what you can find out?

Why?
What are you thinking?

I'm thinking a guy like Pruitt

probably has a different girl

in every city
that he does business,

and after seeing
how he rolls after a few shots,

I'm thinking maybe
he slurred out something useful,

- like maybe a confession.
- Hmm.

Who, me?

Well, uh, I'm just here
to share what I've learned

about that stain
on Meghan's cutout.

Presumptive tests
suggest a gastric aspiration.

- A what?
- Vomit.

- That the technical term?
- Actually, yeah.

But hardly unexpected
outside of a rowdy bar.

That could've
come from anybody.

The sheer number
boggles the mind.

Except the number
includes our killer.

Some people just don't
have the stomach for murder.

I'm still waiting
for a few tests to come back.

That should give us the exact
content, along with DNA.

Any word on Vaghn Enterprises?

I found an LLC filed for Vaghn
Enterprises three days ago.

The C.E.O. is registered
as Meghan Daniels.

Paperwork just went through.

That's why I couldn't get it
right away.

Apparently, it's a 50,000
square-foot warehouse,

which is what that $16,000
was used for...

First and last month's rent.

A risk-free startup.

That way, if she failed
and lost everything,

Jojo's still stuck
with paying off the loan.

Huh.

Well, Jojo wasn't lying
about one thing...

Meghan was more than
just a pretty face.

A pretty face that,
even in death,

Jojo was not
willing to forgive.

That call to her attorney...
that wasn't just lawyering up.

She's already filed
a cease and desist order

to have every check
in Meghan's account frozen

pending an investigation
into fraud.

Well, apparently, hell hath
no fury like a woman ripped off.

Daniel,
look into everyone's finances.

See if it all lines up.

Oh, and, um... look into those
addresses for me, would you?

You got it.

So, Miranda said you were
quite the charmer today.

You know,
not that that's news to me.

It's just nice to know
how people feel about you.

It makes me proud.

You know, you'd tell me

if something was bothering you,
right, Jeff?

Sure.

Because if something's
bothering you...

Mom, nothing's bothering me.

Okay, right.

But if there was,
you'd tell me, right?

It's not a big deal.

Okay.
What's not a big deal?

It's nothing.

Is it us?
Is it me and Jim?

- No.
- No?

Okay, look.

Last year, you were totally
excited about coming to Atlanta.

You said this was an opportunity
too good to pass up.

It is. It was.

So, how come
Atlanta doesn't matter anymore?

How come it's all about
getting married?

It's not all about
getting married.

Look, I like Jim, okay?
He's a good guy.

But do you even know
what you want?

'Cause I'm a little tired
of just not knowing

where we're gonna be or if
we're even gonna be together.

Of course
we're going to be together.

Don't say "of course."

Not with how many times
you've gone back and forth.

At least when dad had problems,

I knew you and I
would be together,

and that way, we'd be okay.

Now it's like,
"Oh, I'm going to Atlanta.

Oh, no,
I'm gonna marry Jim."

You're right.
I'm sorry.

That's fair.
I'm sorry.

I just want to know that
this is what you really want.

Okay?

That marrying Jim and leaving
Atlanta is what you really want.

Yes.

It's what I want.

I want you and me and Jim
to be a family.

♪ Drop it in the middle
of the dance floor ♪

♪ moves like Neyo,
matrix in slow mode ♪

♪ slide down the pole
like an eskimo ♪

Ashley's the new face
of Velvet Cherry?

Thought your focus group
didn't like her.

Screw my focus group.

I'm divorcing the bastard
and doing things my way.

Wow.
So much for the other cheek.

Even for someone willing to sic
her lawyers onto a dead woman.

I've worked hard
to build my brand, detective.

And willing to do anything to
protect it, would be my guess.

If that's an insinuation that I
killed Meghan, sorry to disappoint.

No, but it must've been
killing you

that not only was Meghan
playing you for your money,

she was also
playing your husband

right out of his marriage.

I took my marriage
very seriously

and I was willing
to forgive a lot.

Maybe too much.

But there's some things
I can't forgive,

and it's not like my husband

is the only liquor distributor
in Florida.

Throw a rock,
hit a liquor distributor, huh?

And now
at least you have Ashley.

I mean, she might be
a little sanctimonious,

but anyone willing to
take care of an ailing parent

is at least
someone you can rely on.

Rely on Ashley?
Please, that's a joke.

Her big debut and she can't even
turn up here on time.

Uh, yeah.

I did notice
she was looking a little flat.

Ashley's anything but flat
or reliable.

She can barely
take care of herself,

let alone an ailing parent.

Huh. Daniel, need you
to look into something for me.

There she is.
New face of Velvet Cherry,

but you're missing
your big night.

Oh, uh, yeah.

Something came up
at the last minute.

No, I can see that.

Yeah, funny what murder can do
to your schedule.

I already told you, detective,
I didn't kill anyone.

And yet, you're getting
while the getting's good.

Apparently, including
your father's rocking chair.

That's not
very caregiver-y of you.

What's poor old dad
gonna rock on now?

Oh, wait, no.
That's right.

Your father's dead.

Okay, so my name's
on all my fathers accounts.

I told you I was his caregiver.

I had to shop for him,

I had to pay for
his doctor's bills,

I had to pay for his meds.

Which you did,
up until eight months ago

when all those bills
suddenly disappeared.

Look...

The last few months
have been really hard, okay?

And maybe I haven't
made the best choices.

- That's putting it mildly.
- But I'm still processing.

The only thing you're processing
are your dad's pension checks,

worth $4,200 a month,

to be exact,
each and every month.

Okay, whatever.

It's not like I asked for them.

They just kept showing up.

What was I supposed to do?
Send them back?

Uh, yeah.

Which, I'm guessing, you knew
and so did Meghan.

I didn't kill her, detective.

Which is why you used
your dad's pension checks

at $4,200 a month

to pay Meghan $1,500
to keep her mouth shut.

Which she, in turn, used to buy
booze to start a new business.

I got to tell you, Ashley,

Meghan may have had it over you
in terms of looks,

but in terms of smarts...
Oh, wait.

She had it over you there, too.

I'm still waiting on DNA,

but I got
a preliminary report back

on the contents of the vomit.

Sodium, yeast,
a grain of some type.

Beer?
That's what I thought,

but there's
almost no alcohol content.

Non-alcoholic beer.

Who drinks non-alcoholic beer
at a rum party?

Only one person I know.

So, you believe me now, right?
That means I can go.

Well, you could, but then
we'd just have to pick you up

for insurance fraud,
so... no.

Seen Daniel?

You're right, detective.

Those addresses
from Pruitt’s calendar

were in cities
where he does business,

but they weren't
for girlfriends

and they're not for distillers
and retailers, either.

There's a school,

a few churches,
community center.

Places that hold
A.A. meetings.

Exactly.

And you were right
about that prenup, too.

Pruitt and Jojo
have a very specific one.

I just sent it to your phone.

Got it. Thanks.

Permission to come aboard?

Since when do you ask?

Oh, sticking with
the near beer, huh?

Yeah, I think
I learned my lesson.

Well, better late than never.

Although,
under the circumstances,

never might've been
a much smarter choice.

Yeah.
Jojo made me give it up.

Apparently, I'm not that fun
to be around when I'm drunk.

Yeah. She did a little more
than ask, though, didn't she?

She put it in your prenup.

She ever caught you
drinking again,

not only would you lose her,

but she would get
100% of your community property,

including
your distribution business.

See, this was never
about Meghan stealing clients

or even about the affair.

You knew Jojo
would forgive you for that.

Which she did.
Many times.

You were afraid that she'd find
out you were drinking again,

which Meghan knew,
and which is why

she made that video
to use against you

in case you ever
caught on to what she was up to,

which meant killing Meghan
was the only way

you could ensure that she'd
never show that video to Jojo.

But hey, good news is

that you were so sickened
by crushing Meghan's skull

that, for once,
you did the right thing.

You threw up.

DNA that went all over
Meghan's cutout,

which is how we can
put you at the crime scene,

and which is why
we know it was you.

That's the good news, huh?

Well, if you're me.

Really?
That's, um, fantastic.

Thank you.
I will be there Monday morning.

Thank you.

I got my old job back
at Palm Glade...

I mean, Well-Core Medical.

Which, for some reason,
I feel like you already knew.

Yeah. Um, they sort of
called me to vet you.

I wanted to tell them
that you're a slacker,

and I'm pretty sure
you were stealing drugs

and selling them on the streets,
but for some reason,

what came out was that

you were the best head nurse
I've ever worked with

and they'd be crazy
not to hire you immediately.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Okay, that's the last of it.

The trash and recyclables
are by the curb,

and the cab's down there,
too, so...

Okay.
I'll just be a minute.

I'll meet you down there.

Hey, hey.
Not so fast.

All right.

It was so nice to meet you,
Jeff.

Nice meeting you, too.

You have a safe trip back.

And take care of your mom
for me, okay?

Yeah, I will.

- See you.
- See you.

Okay.

Uh, this time it's goodbye.

And you've got
a plane to catch, so...

There's just something
I want to say to you first.

I never could've made it through
this last year without you.

When I was overwhelmed
or confused

or afraid
that I wasn't good enough,

you were always there
to encourage me.

And when I felt lost or alone,
you would remind me

that there were people who loved
me and were rooting for me.

You...
you've been my mentor,

my cheerleader, and...

something I haven't had
in a really long time,

which is a best friend.

♪ One life ends ♪

♪ another life begins ♪

I'm really gonna miss you.

♪ When all is lost ♪

♪ I can find myself again ♪

You haven't
seen the last of me.

I promise.

♪ Don't know this ♪

♪ I don't have
anything figured out ♪

♪ I'm gonna tell you once again,
my love ♪

♪ as soon as I get comfortable,
it's time to move on ♪

♪ and I can tell you ♪

♪ that this winding road
that I'm walking ♪

♪ is gonna lead me back
to where I belong ♪

♪ Ooooooh ♪

♪ back to where I belong ♪

♪ believe, believe,
believe, believe me ♪

♪ back to where I belong ♪

==sync, correction by dcdah==
for www.addic7ed.com

I see you, honey.

I don't know
how carcass lady does it.

Her name's holly whitish.

She's been doing it
for 10 years, so...

All things considered,
you should thank her.

Yeah? Why's that?

Cleaning up roadkill
used to be the deputies' job.

In a few months,

this will all be
high-dollar topsoil.

Here. This will help
mask the scent.

It's hazelnut.
We're fine.

Speak for yourself.
Here.

Well, I'm glad you guys
got here quick as you did

'cause, I mean, I'm pretty
used to the poor animals,

but, you know, seeing
an actual dead person,

it just kind of hits you
different, you know?

Yeah.
We appreciate the call.

Look like you have
your hands full here, so...

Yeah, well,
it's my busiest time of year.

After the Wyoming winter,

all these horny kids
start chasing each other

back and forth on the highway,
and I pick up the pieces.

There's a wound on his chest...

Gunshot.

He's got...

Bruises and scratches
all over his face.

Abrasions on his right hand.

Looks like he got a couple
last licks in, himself.

You recognize him?

No.

Oh.
It's a Smith & Wesson .40.

It's for mercy killings.
It's registered, though.

There's no wallet,
but I found his tobacco.

Oh, actually, that's mine.

Oh, careful.

Sheriff, you're stepping on
big Charlie's foot right there.

When did you find big Charlie?

Two evenings ago.

And her?

Slender Betsy.

I just brought her home
yesterday morning.

It was just after dawn.

Victim was sandwiched
between these two,

so time of death's probably
somewhere between, uh,

dinnertime two days ago
and 6:00 A.M. yesterday.

You mind, uh,
giving me the names

of everybody who had access to
your place the last 48 hours?

Oh, I wish I could,

but I'm out on the road
all the time,

and I just leave this place
open to the public.

Ever since they wrote
that article about me

in the paper last week,

people just like to drive by
and have a look.

All my martyrs for love.

Cady?

You home?

I can barely read
Doc Bloomfield's report.

Says the victim died
from a gunshot wound.

Doesn't say what caliber.

Looks like a .38.

Holly was carrying a .40,
so...

Uh, my... Mylea...?

M-m-malee...?
Mal... malee...?