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Miami,Florida,a mecca for the
tanned,toned and genetically blessed.

And it is here in this
playground just south of heaven

we have gathered 12 young women
all united with one common purpose:

finding their one true soul mate.

Ten weeks,ten rejections,and we're down to the
final two ladies vying for Neil Palmer's heart:

Grace Carlson,a 23-year-old preschool
teacher from Coral Gables,Florida.

Beautiful,a life force,a virgin.

I came into this a little hesitant,to
be quite honest,and with no expectations.

To go from that to this
makes me still believe

that fairy tales don't
just haen in books.

Kaitlin Sawyer,a 25-year-old paralegal from
Boulder,Colorado,beautiful,but tentative.

Her heart like a locket;
not easily opened.

But she's still looking...

for the one man with a key.

I don't know.

I mean,all-all this stuff:
the cameras and lights...

It's just all so unnatural.

I mean,who wants to fall in love
with millions of people watching?

But when I look into Neil's eyes...

it's like the whole world
just kinda falls away.

This is the hardest decision
I've ever had to make.

I care for both of these ladies deeply.

And I'm in debt to the show.

You guys have done what I haven't
been able to do my entire life.

I've found my other half.

And so it comes down to
this,the final moment.

At stake,a marriage proposal
and a million-dollar prize.

Which one of these two
luckiest of ladies will be...

the marrying kind?

There he his. Hey,Neil.

- Are you ready?
- Yeah.

- Kaitlin...
- Yes.

you've shown me sides of myself
I never even knew existed.

And for that,I'll always be thankful.

And I hope that you'll be there
for me until the day I die...

as a very good friend.

Kaitlin Sawyer,I'm afraid
you're not the marrying kind.

Please pack your bags.

Well,Neil,here it begins...
with Grace Carlson.

The first day of the rest of your life.

Oh,my God! What,what...

Get,get some help!

Grace...

- Afternoon,sir.
- Ma'am.

So Dispatch said that,uh,this was a high
- profile case,but they weren't kidding around.

The media's already here.

Looks can be deceiving,ma'am.

Yeah. Wait a minute. No wonder
this house looks familiar to me.

That's the victim? That's Grace Carlson!

This is that reality
show,The Marrying Kind.

Ah,a fan.

I can tell by your suit that
you're the man in charge.

I'm Myles Martini. This is my show.

And this is my crime scene now.

We were just filming the season finale.

My guy was just about
to propose to Grace.

Yeah,and make her a
million dollars richer.

I can't believe this. How
could this have happened to her?

It happened because
reality just became real.

Hey,this is how they did it.

I was wondering where they'd fit a
camera crew during the confessions.

You watch this show?

Oh,yeah. ah,I watch the show.

I guess I'm more of an ESPN watcher.

Well,anyway,I'm hoping that this
camera caught more than a confession.

So Ryan's working on trying to
get a warrant for the footage.

The thing is,the girl Grace,the victim,she
was like the sweetest thing on the planet.

And granted,she's stuck in a
house with 11 other catty women

who are hell-bent on scoring
themselves a fianc\,but murder,really?

Did you find a weapon?

No,but from what I saw of Grace's
body,her wounds were abraded.

So a blunt instrument was
used,something other than a knife.

Yeah,the blunter the weapon,the
more painful the injuries.

Look at that.

It's supposed to be good luck.

Talk about seeing the light,huh?

Being diffracted off of the crystal.

One of them's missing a top.

That could be used as a weapon.

Yep,killer probably just
used something nearby.

It's a crime of opportunity.

The chauffeur's looking
really good for this right now.

When someone gets murdered in the back
of your limo,you don't see anything?

You gotta be blind.

Or guilty.

How many ways can I say it,lady?

I don't know how it happened.

Really?

Okay,so you put Miss Carlson in the
back of your limousine and she was alive,

and then you dropped
her off and she was dead.

That's some magic trick.

Look,there's a partition
between the front and the back.

I couldn't see anything.

Cody,it is in your best
interest to give me something.

Otherwise,you're gonna have to hire
yourself a very expensive lawyer.

All right,listen,I did leave
the car for a few minutes.

You did?

Me and the other driver were parked at the
production offices back at the Woolrich Hotel.

The chicks taped their
last confession in the limo

while this dude Neil waits
for us back at the mansion.

So what happened?

Caught a smoke break.

We're ready to shoot the final
elimination. That's action on the limo.

Hurry. We're gonna lose
the light over the house.

All right,so then you left the
girls alone for what,a few minutes?

Well,it was 1:00 when I took off,so...

I guess it was more like a half an hour.

How in the middle of production
were you able to take a smoke break?

The assistant director
radios us,says "Hold off."

Neil wasn't ready.

He,like,disappeared or something.

He disappeared?

It's ridiculous. Kill Grace?
How could you think that?

You disappeared and you have no alibi.

I feel bad about it.

- Especially in light of...
- In light of what?

Look,I got cold feet,okay?

You can't begin to understand
what I've been up against.

Try me.

Look,for almost three months
I've had cameras on me 24/7.

Hair and makeup people in my
face,being overanalyzed by a dozen women

who may or may not like
me for the right reasons.

I just... needed some space.

Neil,we're ready for you on set.

Could you please report to
the front of the mansion?

Neil? Neil,you there?

See,here's the problem.

I find your timing suspect.

All right,maybe it was,but
I just needed the time.

It made me realize something.

What's that?

When they cast me on this
show,I thought it was BS.

Paying me to date a dozen women?

I fell in love with Grace for free.

Thank you.

Hey,Kyle.

Is everything all right?

What do you mean?

Well,I was up in the
catwalk earlier and I...

I saw you take that pill.

Oh,yeah. My shoulder's been hurting ever since
that gazebo crashed down on me at the crime scene.

Aspirin has been a good friend.

It didn't really look like aspirin.

Excuse me?

- I'm just saying...
- I don't need to explain myself to you,Kyle.

- Can we get to work?
- Yeah. What do you need help with?

I need you to run the sex kit and nail
scrapings for Grace Carlson upstairs.

All right.

So,Grace Carlson is
in the limo. 12:30 p.m.

No driver visible.

That corroborates the driver's story.

All of my life,I have dreamed
of this day. The day a...

a man like Neil would sweep me off
my feet and ask me to marry him.

This is so sad. She has
no idea what's coming.

We do. So get ready. We're
going to jump to the end.

To go from that to this
makes me still believe that

fairy tales don't just
happen in books. You know?

Oh,are we leaving?

Wait. Bring it back up
again. What happened?

That's it. The transmission cut out.

So,we lose any sign of our killer?

Okay,okay. So,she gets
in the car at 12:30.

Signal goes out at 12:40.

Driver leaves at 1:00.

Gives the killer 20 minutes
to go in,do the deed,disappear.

Okay. What about Kaitlin Sawyer's limo?

Do you think that that
camera caught anything?

Let's take a look at her video.

I mean,who wants to fall in love
with millions of people watching?

But when I look into Neil's eyes...

it's like the whole world
just kind of... falls away.

Wait. What is she doing?

Her video cuts out.

Yeah,but by her own doing.

She just turned off
the camera. I heard it.

So,both cameras go out
right before the murder.

- That can't be a coincidence.
- No.

She had the 20 minutes to kill Grace.

So,do you think Kaitlin got wind
that she was going to be runner up?

She murdered for a guy and some cash?

A million and one reasons right there.

Yep...

- Get you a drink?
- Uh,no,thank you.

Are you sure? They're on the house.

No,thank you,ma'am.

Sorry about that. Marisa Dixon.

From the show. What are you doing here?

This is where Neil Palmer's reject pile
goes after getting the old heave-ho.

So,you're sequestered here.

Yeah,well,they don't want us out there
ruining the surprise as to who's going to win.

Like we'll cry buckets or go
postal or something. Whatevs.

Minibar's free and
towel boys are way hot.

Can you tell us where Kaitlin Sawyer is?

- Runner-up?
- Yep.

Poor little thing's over
there,mourning her million-dollar loss.

She won't talk to anybody.

If you'll excuse me,ladies. Thank you.

- Miss Sawyer?
- Yes?

I'd like to ask you a few
questions about Grace Carlson.

Of course.

But you know,I really
didn't see anything.

Didn't the camera in the limo help?

See,the thing of it is,is both cameras
lost transmission right before the murder

and after the time
that you left the frame.

So you think I had
something to do with it?

Look,the reason that I hid from the camera
was because I didn't want anyone to see.

Noto see what,ma'am?

That I was crying.

But when I look into Neil's eyes...

it's like the whole
world just kind of...

falls away.

I just...I got so wrapped up in whether
or not Neil was going to pick me,

and I'm not like that.

Why did you appear on the show?

In my life... I've...

had some setbacks.

Would you like to talk about those?

You know,on the show,I'm...

I'm known as the shy
girl with the hidden past

just because I don't broadcast
my every afterthought.

Forgive me,Miss Sawyer,but you don't
seem like the other contestants.

That's sweet.

But maybe that's why I lost.

Hey,that's just another setback,right?

That's life.

So,unless there's anything else,I
probably should get back to...

I'm going to ask you not to
leave town,if that's okay.

I can't even leave this hotel.

If I do,I'm in breach of contract.

Hang in there,okay?

Thanks.

The whole lab's buzzing
about Grace Carlson's murder.

I feel like I'm in a foreign country
and I don't speak the language.

- It's a girl thing.
- Wait a minute. You watch,too?

Maybe. Well,I used to.

All these years,you still
manage to surprise me.

I'd like to think that's possible.

Wait a minute. You said that you
used to watch it. Why did you stop?

Well,I got this new
diversion. Um,he's really cute.

He's about this tall.
He's wearing a white shirt.

As much as I'd like you to continue,take
a look-- we've got two sets of tire treads.

Same as the limos from the show.

Acceleration marks prove that the limos took
off in a hurry on the way back to the mansion.

Wheel base is 16 feet center to center.

That's the same as
the cars from the show.

What do you think this is?

In the death business,we
call that a great start.

My show's lead-in is a crime drama.

Is this the part where you
tell me this is my print?

Tell me something,Mr. Martin.

Martini.

Mr. Martin,why would your fingerprint be
on a wireless signal-jamming device that

we recovered at the scene
of Grace Carlson's murder?

Maybe because I use one on the show.

Someone must have stolen mine.

Now,what could possibly be in your job
description that would call for one of those?

We use wireless cameras.

It allows me to
exercise some discretion.

Makes me still believe that
fairytales don't just happen...

Believe it or not,there's some
moments we don't need recorded.

Would one of those moments be when
you forcibly take someone's virginity

and then kill them for
threatening to talk about it?

I never slept with
Miss Carlson,all right?

I guess she figured she didn't need
the leg up-- or two-- like the others.

But the last thing I need is for my greatest hits
to end up on the net as some sort of viral video.

All right,then. So,tell me.

What is time alone with you
in the limo? Is it an audition?

When the show premieres,we've
got 12 nervous young women,

all longing to fall for
a man they don't know.

But from day one,they know me.

I'm the familiar face.

So it's natural they turn to
me for comfort,reassurance.

To improve their chances of winning?

Hey,I'm just the host.

It's not my fault if they
think it has some bearing.

So,I have a healthy sex drive.

You going to throw me in jail for that?

You know what?

If I could,I would.

Because there are also a lot of gentlemen
in there who need comfort and reassurance.

So,I heard Tara sent up
samples from the victim.

Oh,yeah,from,uh,Grace Carlson.

I'm still working on the nail
scrapings,but the sex kit DNA

is running through
the system as we speak.

You know what's funny? You're like,the
first person I met who hasn't heard of her.

Yeah,sorry. I'm not really into TV.

Can't beat the smell of old books.

Yeah,well,Calleigh likes
the show's host for it.

Apparently,you have to be on antibiotics
just to be in the same room with the guy.

That the guy?

No,it's not. Thanks,Valera.

Oh,uh,by the way,old books are printed
with lead-based inks,which makes them toxic.

They say television's
hazardous to your health.

Why am I here?

Did you find who killed Grace?

- We may be looking at him.
- You can't be serious.

You still think I did it?

Evidence tells us you took a little romp in the
hay with Ms. Carlson right before she wasurdered.

We found skin cells under her nails.

It could have happened while
she was fighting you off.

We never fought once.
We did have sex,but...

Do I have to sit here and
try and convince you...

Keep your voice down.

I'm sorry.

Would you just take a look at the
people that she did fight with?

All right,sport,you want to slip a name
in the old suggestion box,fire away.

Grace mentioned that someone went through
her stuff back at the mansion-- destroyed it.

Who would that be?

She didn't say.

Said she didn't want to drag me into it.

But ask me...

the show likes to create drama.

They stuff the girls in rooms like veal,crank
up the thermostat and watch the fur fly.

You want names?

I can start with two.

- I'm Marisa.
- Erica. Nice to meet you.

Yeah,we were Grace's roommates.

Why'd you bring us here?

We're here,Ms. Dixon,because we'd like to ask you
and Ms. Zabel some questions about Grace's murder.

We were told that one of
you was in a fight with her.

Whoever it was knew
their way around a knife.

Anyone could have done that.

Sure that neither one of you was jealous
that Neil was falling in love with Grace?

In love with Grace?

He fell in love with a new girl
every five minutes. Right,Erica?

Only took him three minutes to love me.

Trust me,he wasn't worth killing over.

I mean,he might be good at the old
puppy dog routine,but he's a total liar.

Obviously,he's not the only one.

Whoever shredded these
clothes was very careless.

Why don't you show us your hands?

Fine,I did it. I shredded her stuff.

She won $3,000 worth of clothes
in a challenge. I was mad at her.

All right,and you were absolutely certain that you
never got into a physical altercation with Grace?

- Never.
- That's fine. We can verify that.

We'll get a rrant for all
the footage from the house.

Be my guest.

Well,this is it. This all the raw footage
of Grace's bedroom cam on The Marrying Kind.

What exactly are we looking for?

Okay,well,if we could prove that Marisa
and Grace got in a fight using DNA,

we would,but Valera and I tried
multiple times to get any sort of profile

from the epis underneath her
fingernails and there was just...

- No luck?
- No,not even with PCR.

The sample was just too degraded.

So we're going to need other
proof. Oh,there's night footage.

Hopefully,there's a cat fight between
the girls and they're wearing bikinis.

Did you... Wait,did you
see that? Wait,rewind a bit.

- What?
- Zoom into that far window.

That guy-- he's just...
He's just watching her.

Do you recognize him?

No,not at all. I don't,I don't
recognize him from the show.

Well,the facial recognition software
will run it against the mug shot database.

If he's in the system,we'll get a hit.

Nice.

- Look whose number's up.
- Russell Keener.

It's creepy.

Russell got popped for a
DUI in Miami last month.

He was probably celebrating his
release from the Kentucky state pen

where he did time for
assault with a deadly weapon.

That is not the kind of
guy you want stalking you.

I like to work out.

Take night jogs by the beach.

I didn't ask for your exercise routine,so
you should probably cut to the part

where you're perving out
under Grace Carlson's window.

What?

I saw the lights at that
house-- equipment and stuff.

Figured maybe there was
a party I could crash.

So you slipped past security.

The more security,the better the party.

Just took a little gander.

But the place was practically empty.

A couple guys with
cameras eating bagels.

Not exactly Studio 54.

And you're not exactly
Mick Jagger,are you?

If you did see me on some
footage,you would have also seen that

I left that place
without bothering anyone.

You know,that statement doesn't really
convince me you're innocent,Mr. Keener.

It's not my job to convince you.

It's your job to prove it. Correct?

Which you can't.

- Can I get out of here?
- We're just going to make one quick stop.

- Book him.
- You're arresting me? On what charge?

It's a little thing we
like to call trespassing.

I can't believe you totally put
me on blast in front of Neil.

Please,Marisa,how many liquid
lunches have you already had today?

That sounds awful. What is that?

Well,you see,I realized it was going
to take a few days to go through

all the raw footage
from The Marrying Kind,

so I just downloaded all
the most popular clips.

Oh,did Grace have a fight?

Oh,yeah,she got into a huge
blowout with Marisa last week.

I can't believe I missed
it. Here,check it out.

You could put a cork in the whole
virgin ac 'cause nobody believes you.

Forgive me if I don't value
the opinion of a scene queen

that avails herself
to anyone with a pulse.

Women included.

That is exactly why the
remote control was invented.

And the pause button.

Check that out.

That is not very ladylike.

Right?

So we took a look at all the
footage,and we saw your fight with Grace.

Right. And you think that's motive?

Guess I did one hell of a job.

Are you confessing?

To the fact that I'm a
kick-ass actress? Totally.

Look,most every fight
on those shows is staged.

You're such a bitch,Marisa.
You know he loves me.

He loves your rack,you syphilitic slut.

Stop,stop,stop.

First of all,I've told you,bitch
is not a word that Grace would use.

Now,Marisa,I appreciate
the energy and commitment,

I really do,but stick
to the script,all right?

He loves your rack,not you.

Then pull her hair again,okay?

Let's try to get it right this time.

All right,if that's
true,why didn't you tell us?

We're not supposed to advertise
the fact that we're actresses.

Wait a minute,you're saying that all
the girls on the show are actresses?

Not all. Grace was a non-pro.

We got along fine.

They just wanted to send me off with a
bang,and I wanted something juicy for my reel.

What does that mean?

Look,some of the girls actually
think they're there to find love.

But this was like a two-and-a-
half month audition for me.

And for what it's worth,I
did meet the man of my dreams.

His name's Wayne Morris.

Okay.

Who did think that Neil
was the man of their dreams?

Who was in love with him enough to kill?

Just one person.

Let's just say she was
always the bridesmaid.

Even today.

Kaitlin Sawyer.

Ms. Sawyer?

She's gone.

No signs of Kaitlin on
the hotel grounds either.

These girls are obligated by contract
to stay here or face a lawsuit.

Eric...

What is that?

Natalia was right--
it is good luck.

Found the murder weapon.

Hey,Travers.

Michael?

Oh,sorry. Got a little
engrossed in the light show.

Um,right. We're thinking
Kaitlin Sawyer the killer?

Yeah,it appears that she's fled.

We found the murder weapon in
her room,so she had the means,

and she was the runner-up
so she's got motive.

The only thing that we don't have is
the DNA linking her to the murder weapon.

And you're not listening to
a single word that I'm saying.

Um,my apologies.

I'm sort of stuck in a quandary.
I found some trace on the weapon.

It's chemical makeup
suggesting a type of salve.

But it's a synthetic tripeptide.

Synthesized from what?

It has the appearance of a neurotoxin
which you'd find in snake venom.

Snake venom?

In snake venom?

Travers,you just...
Travers,you just broke the case.

I did what now?

Calleigh,are you anywhere
near the Woolrich Hotel?

I know who killed Grace.

No,I told you idiots
like five damn times.

I cancelled that order,okay?
I don't have the money.

- Ms. Dixon.
- What?

Come with me.

So,you rigged the show.

I made Neil an offer he couldn't refuse.

What kind of offer?

Because Neil was going to be able to split the
million dollars with whatever girl he chose.

Well,normally,it's 50/50.

But I sweetened the pot.

- Kaitlin.
- Neil.

- Nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you.

It's nice to meet you.

I'm Marisa.

Nice to meet you.

********

What are you doing? We're-We're
supposed to keep those mics on.

I got a deal for you.

Pick one of them,you got
to split a million bucks.

Me? All I want's a quarter mil.

- What?
- You heard me.

750k for you. We get
divorced. No strings.

What do you say?

Will you marry me?

There you go. We threw a
dumb reality show. Sue us.

That's someone else's job.

Ours is to arrest you for murder.

What are you talking about?

The weapon that was used to kill
Grace had snake venom cream on it.

- You ever heard of viper balm?
- No.

Yes. I watched the show when you
went and you had that treatment.

Doesn't mean I still uset now.

All right. In that case,we will just swab
your hands and your face,just to make sure.

No.

If you had it all wrapped up with
Neil,why would you have to kill Grace?

It's all Neil's fault.

- He went and did it.
- Did what?

He went and fell in love. Yeah.

He double-crossed me and
booted me off the show.

So,it's with a heavy heart that I
have to say good-bye to you today.

I hope you can understand...

and forgive me.

Marisa Dixon,I'm afraid
you're not the marrying kind.

Please pack your bags.

I saw Neil look at
Grace,and I just knew.

He took something from me.

I wanted to take something from him.

But there was always somebody watching.

So,I snagged Myles'
video jammer and I waited.

To go from that to this
makes me still believe...

Oh,are we leaving?

- Marisa,what are you doing here?
- Shut up.

I thought I could pin it all
on Kaitlin. I mean,look at her.

She totally fits the part of a murderer.

Actually,you do.

Congratulations. You justlanded
the role of a lifetime.

Horatio,this Kaitlin Sawyer
thing has been bugging me.

If she didn't kill anybody,why would she
break her contract and leave the hotel?

My question exactly.

I talked to Louisville PD.

Her real name's Margery Kemp.

She changed it 14 years ago.

Now,why would she do that?

She was attacked by a man with a
knife when she was nine years old--

almost killed her.

Horatio,it's Russell Keener.

She identified him as the attacker.

He went to prison for 15 years.

She changed her name
and never looked back.

Frank,he's in the lockup.

Negative. He's out on bail.

Thank you,Frank.

- Put out a BOLO on him,please.
- All right.

Kaitlin Sawyer is missing.

She is? Well,that's terrible.

Now,I know you keep the girls
sequestered here,so they don't talk.

Sure,if even one gossip site puts up
a spoiler alert,the ratings take a hit.

What do you do if they decide they
want to leave? How do you find them?

When the girls are eliminated,they
all get a consolation prize.

It's a cell phone from
one of our sponsors.

Producers use it to listen to their phone
calls,but also to track their whereabouts

and make sure that they
don't try to fly home.

So they've got a real-time
GPS locator in their phones.

- Which one's Kaitlin?
- She's in blue.

She's in the Harbor Vista
Marina. Thanks,Myles.

We just lost the signal in the ocean.

Time's up,then.

Get your hands in the
air,Russell. Do it now.

Where is Kaitlin?

Little girl's taking a nap.

Turn around.

I'm going to ask you a final
time,Russell. Where is she?

This time,she's not waking up.

If you hurt this girl,this will be
your last day on earth. Watch him.

Kaitlin?

Even if you save her,you
know I can find her again.

How did you know she was in Miami?

I caught that silly TV
show,flipping channels.

I recognized her.

And my signature.

That girl put me away for 15 years.

She needed to be taught discipline.

Nice and easy...

That a girl. That a girl.

She can change her
name a thousand times.

But that scar... that's forever.

So is a life sentence.

Where is he?

He's gone. He's gone forever,okay?

Okay. All right.

Thank you.

There you go.

There you go.

There you go.

There you go.

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