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Hey, I ain't going to pay you two grand.

That's a cookie, man.

MATTHEW: We ran out of hotels.

JILL: Whose turn is it, please?

I'm using Fig Newtons.
You owe me the money.

I think I need some more popcorn.

Give me a loan, Max.
Give me a loan.

I haven't got... I haven't got anything.

I had to mortgage out all my railroads
when I landed on Boardwalk.

I think you cheat.

I do not.
He doesn't cheat.

Park Place!
He cheats!

MAXINE: See? I told you.

KENNY: He owns everything, this kid.

That's why they call it Monopoly.

JIMMY: How much is that?

This is capitalism.

Hey, isn't that film over at 9:30?

Oh, yeah, well,

Zack probably talked Kimberly into
ice cream.

I have a proposition.

Okay.

A hundred bucks just to listen.

A hundred dollars to listen?

(PHONE RINGING)

I'm going to eat your hotel chain.

MATTHEW: Touch the cookie, Kenny...

Whose turn is it?
Yeah?

...and I'll call in my note.

JILL: Come on, Scrooge, play.

MATTHEW: Okay, okay.

Yeah, we'll be right there.

JILL: What's happened, honey?

There's been a shooting at the
Ronick house.

Julie Ronick is dead.

(MAN CHATTERING ON POLICE RADIO)

You want to wait outside?

No, I'm okay.

Husband came home and discovered her.

He was at the movies.

Head wound, cause of death.

Powder burns on her temple.

JIMMY: Self inflicted?

CARTER: Looks like it.
Can I take her?

When they're done.

Kenny, do a trace metal and
residue check.

Maxine, take him to the station, now.

Neutron him.

Julie did not kill herself.

Somebody murdered her.

Can you be sure about...

She didn't want to die.

She would never even dare hold a gun.

Somebody shot her.
I know it.

Got a little tattoo in here, no question.

I thought it was a contact wound.

No.

No rim burn.
Multiple, embedded particles.

I'd say six-to-eight-inch range.

Okay.

Here we go.

(WHIRRING)

Bingo. She held the gun.

No!

Take it easy.

I won't take it easy.

And don't you take the easy road
and say suicide, just because

you haven't got the competence

to figure out what really happened.

I'm sorry, but...

Suicide was way outside of her capacity.

MAXINE: Why?

This is a woman who wanted
general anesthesia

to get a cavity filled.

She had no threshold for pain.

I think he did it.

Who?

The husband.
He's in there with Max.

I think he's the killer.

Why?

Well, the marriage was shaky.

Sex life was dead.

Was there another woman?

Not that I know of.

But why did he kill her?

He wanted her money.

Our marriage was in trouble.

I make my living writing children's
stories.

It adds up to about $12,000 a year.

I lived off Julie.

Her father left her a trust fund
worth about $2,000,000.

A divorce would've crippled me financially.

Told you!

This is big.

It was the snake lady.

The who?

Julie Ronick has this crazy sister
named K.C.

She collects snakes.

She's got a python, a rattler.

She never goes anywhere without that
stupid boa constrictor.

She killed Julie.

What?

Honey, yes. Of course.

Last June, Julie got bit by
K.C.'s rattler.

She almost died from the venom.

Jimmy, Julie told me she wasn't positive
it was an accident.

What do you mean?

Well, K.C. had the thing out,
it was stretching its coils,

Julie looks away for a minute,
somehow she gets bit.

This all makes sense.

What sense?

K.C. first tried to kill her sister
with a rattlesnake.

This time she used a gun

and she succeeded.

JIMMY: I told you to leave that
thing at home.

He's not bothering anybody.

I'm not conducting a conversation

with that thing wrapped around your neck.

Put it away or I'll book you on
obstruction of justice.

Put it away, now.

I've got to hand it to you.

You're some piece of work, lady.

Your own sister's killed, and you only
worry about a snake.

My grief for my sister is my business.

You wanna ask questions, ask your
damn questions,

but don't you dare presume to analyze
my grief.

Is there anyone who can verify
where you were last night?

I told you, I was at home, alone,
watching Nova.

I don't believe you.

Well, then, I guess I'll just be going
to jail, won't I?

You don't believe me.

Again, I admire your strength
in this moment of tragedy.

Again, I don't have to share my
loss with you.

And in case motive has escaped
your focus,

the only person to profit in
Julie's death is Brian.

He's the remainder in the trust fund,
not me.

I checked.

You think Brian killed your sister?

Marriage stunk.
She was miserable.

If she divorced him, he'd be broke.

He could have gotten a settlement,
or even alimony.

Worth what? Maybe $250,000?

Nothing compared to the insurance.

What insurance?

Well, I guess in all his despair,

little Brian forgot to mention something
in his statement.

What?

My sister had a big insurance policy
worth $4,000,000.

Brian Ronick was the sole beneficiary.

You sure?

Of this I could not be more sure.

See, last week she told me she was
going to redo the policy,

making me the beneficiary.

She hadn't got around to it yet.

Trust me, Sheriff, if I were going
to kill my sister,

I would have waited.

She's lying.
She did it.

What?
This woman is smart.

She's trying to get the trust fund.

What are you babbling about?

Brian Ronick may be the named beneficiary,

but if he's deemed responsible
for Julie's death,

he's disqualified from the inheritance.

The money then goes to Julie's
next of kin.

Which is K.C.

Exactly.

Don't you get it?

If Brian is convicted of killing Julie,

K.C. gets the trust fund and the
insurance policy.

That's why she's steering you to
suspect Brian.

This woman is brilliant.

- I think you should deputize me, Jimmy.
- No.

This is a highly forensic case.

I should be authorized to question
suspects, and empowered...

No, no, no.

Maxine, go talk to the husband.

Find out why he forgot to mention
the insurance policy.

Kenny, let's get a warrant to search
K.C.'s house,

and another to look at both K.C.

and Brian's phone and bank records.

Now, if this is a contract hit,

there may be records of contacts
or transactions.

I wouldn't rule anybody out.

Whoever did it, he or she did it well.

Let's go.

I'm telling you, I should be deputized.

Carter.

Forget it.

I didn't even think of the
insurance policy.

I wasn't holding anything back.

I told you about the inheritance.
I admitted from the start

I had the financial motive.

I haven't held anything back.

I know.

Look, K.C. also said...

She said that your wife suspected
another woman.

I don't believe this.
I'm the suspect.

You're not the suspect.

This may sound like a strange request,

but would you be willing to talk to
Jill Brock?

It's the Sheriff's idea.

She's had some psychiatric experience,

but it wouldn't be doctor-patient
privilege.

It would be for our purposes.

An interrogation.

I'm the suspect.

Well, the widower.

Mr. Ronick, right over here.

If you had anything to do with
Julie's death...

Spare us the performance, Brian.

You couldn't even fake an orgasm
with your own wife.

Acting is hardly your strong suit.
Get her out of here.

Hey, put her in the conference room.

You think you've gotten away with it...

Jimmy.

Right away.

Phone and bank records turned up nothing.

No check transactions.

Nothing to link either the husband
or the sister to any hitmen.

But a search of K.C.'s house turned
up these.

The snake sister was having
Brian Ronick watched.

K.C.: I thought he was having an affair.

Was he?

I never caught him, but I tried.

You see, I'd photograph him coming and
going, looking to get proof.

Why?

Because I hate the guy.

He's a no-talent, driveling little

half-ass children's storyteller

who can't make a living except to leech
off my sister's trust fund.

I was hoping to catch him having an affair

and help promote a divorce.

How would a divorce help you?

With him out of the picture, I'd be more influential.

Might be able to angle my way into some
of that trust fund money.

That's why I was feeding Julie

all those rumors about Brian seeing
another woman.

Pity it wasn't true.

You really are a horrible person.

Yeah, well...

Hey, believe me, Julie was no saint.

She wanted all the money to herself.

She managed to cut me out of the
trust fund.

Sounds like a good reason to kill her.

But there are limits to my monstrosity.

I'd do what I can to get my hands

on her money, but I wouldn't kill her.

They say she collects snakes because
it represents the serpent.

The serpent?

The father was a devout Catholic.

Very strict.

Pushed religion on the children.

And they say K.C. started liking snakes to
rebel against Catholicism.

Really?

That's why she got cut out of the
trust fund.

I should be deputized on this one, Ginny.

I've a lot to offer and a good police gut.

I always have.

What does your gut say on this one?

It could be suicide, but I think

the snake lady killed her sister.

BRIAN: She did kill her!

How the hell can you let that psychotic
walk free?

She murdered my wife.

We got no evidence of that.

The only prints that were left at the
scene belong to you.

It was my bedroom.

Of course you're going to find
my damn prints.

Calm down.
I won't calm down.

I am sick and tired of everyone
telling me to calm down.

I won't calm down.

KENNY: Hey!
Shut up!

You keep running around in circles.

You had me spend the whole day
talking to Jill Brock.

She's not even a real psychiatrist.

What the hell is that?

It's an investigation.

Catch the person who killed my wife.

Hey, Brian!

For God's sakes, let him go.

We can talk about this or I can blow
your head off.

Brian.
Brian, it's me, Max.

Let him go.

Let him go now.

Unacceptable.

Kenny.

Brian, are you okay?

He shouldn't have grabbed me.

Carter lost a contact.

You didn't have to hit him.

It was a little half-punch.
He'll be fine.

I feel so bad for him.

You should have seen him standing in
the morgue last night,

or in his living room this morning.

I just felt like hugging him.

What do you mean,
you felt like hugging him?

I just did.

I mean, the guy's lost his wife,

he's sort of accused of killing her...

He was just standing there, so exposed.

I just wanted to hold him and tell him
everything would be okay.

What, are you falling for this guy?

No, I'm not falling for this guy.

It just made me think.

I mean, in our rush to do a good job,

to solve the case at all costs,

sometimes I think we trample all
over people.

I think we're trampling over him.

It was suicide.

No. Brian's positive it couldn't be.

Max, I interviewed both Brian and K.C.,

and I can tell with medical certainty

that they're both in extreme denial.

What do you mean?

Well, both of these people helped

contribute to Julie Ronick's depression.

Brian couldn't love her,

K.C. was envious and constantly trying
to ruin the marriage.

Both the husband and the sister

are so consumed by their own guilt

that they're denying the possibility
of suicide.

It's easier for them to scream "murder"

and point the finger at each other,

than it is to accept the alternative,

that they may have helped push Julie
into taking her own life.

This is just because she's good.

Carter's right. She has the whole
insurance scheme figured out.

She probably ordered a hit.

No. If she was going to frame
the husband,

she would have done a better job.

We're gonna list this as suicide.

Jimmy.

It doesn't smell right to me either,
but facts are facts.

It was suicide.

As chief pathologist and medical examiner,

I'm listing the cause of death as
gunshot wound to the head,

self inflicted, and this is official.

(ALL CHATTERING)

CARTER: Settle down.

Okay, settle down, settle down,
settle down.

I'll have time to answer all
your questions

in my official capacity as
chief pathologist.

I'll be available for in-depth
interviews later.

You first said it wasn't suicide.

WOMAN: Yes.

Well, the fact that it wasn't a
contact wound

led me to think otherwise.

I'm a stickler for rim burn.

But, after weighing the evidence,
we're now concluding suicide.

Now, Sheriff Brock and I still have
some questions

about the trust fund, and we will
continue to...

What do you know about trust funds?

You're a medical examiner.

I'm not just a medical examiner,
I'm chief pathologist.

My father was an insurance agent

and I'm versed on the subject.

I came very close to being deputized.

Okay, fine.
No more questions!

Press conference is over!

No interviews for anybody!

Interview's over.

BRIAN: I'm telling you, you're wrong.

Brian, maybe there is something
to what Jill said.

You admit that you feel guilty, maybe...

Max, you don't think I'd love to
believe suicide?

You were considering me
as a suspect.

I should be thrilled...

I should just shut up and be grateful.

But I can't close my eyes to what I know.

Julie did not kill herself.

Well, how can you be sure?

You live with somebody for nine years,
you know her.

Look, she was angry.

God! Read this letter.

This is a letter she started writing
to her sister.

I found it in her closet.

She was disgusted with me.

There's hatred in that letter,
there's anger,

but there's no defeat.

That's not the kind of stuff

that comes from a person who was
about to give up.

What's that?

It's the trust fund documentation.

I found it in her closet.

Here. Take it. Read it.

Do whatever you want.
But keep going.

I think Jimmy's about to close
the investigation.

Max, I beg you, keep it going.

Can you at least keep investigating?

No, I can't do that.

I'm not even supposed to be here
telling you all this stuff.

It's just that...

I've got no right to ask you to.

I know you've got a hierarchy there,
and orders to follow,

but as a favor to me,
give it one more day.

One more day, please.

And you said yes?
Kenny.

You got no authority to do this.

Listen to me. It doesn't hurt to take
a few uniforms over there

to search the places that we haven't.

Max.

Kenny.

Brian Ronick has to know his wife
better than us,

and he says he's positive.

And as I listen to him, I believe him.

I trust him.

You are falling for him.

No, I'm not.
There are open questions here.

And one of them is,

how the hell can you let Brian Ronick talk

you into continuing the investigation

Kenny, there is nothing to lose.
when Jimmy said to hold off?

Nothing to lose.

These were in Julie Ronick's trunk,
under the spare tire.

I found the registration, too.

Her gun?

I guess.
It's registered to Julie.

It looks like Julie's writing.

I'm going to go to the gun shop.

It's in Union, and...

No. Kenny, you go.

Maxine, close the door.

Go, Kenny.

Why did you take uniforms out to the
Ronick house?

I wasn't convinced it was a suicide.

I thought I'd double-check.

That's my decision, not yours.

I wasn't trying to be insubordinate.

I just thought...

What's your relationship with
Brian Ronick?

I beg your pardon?

I understand from Kenny you have personal
feelings for Ronick.

What?

Did you go out to his house yesterday

and apprise him of our investigation?

The man is hurting, Jimmy.

I just wanted to...

Aside from that being a strict code violation,

it presents a conflict of interest.

You're off the case.

Nothing happened between me
and Ronick.

You know me better than that.

Even so, if you have any
feelings at all...

I don't have any feelings that would
compromise my performance!

You're off the case.

You can't just take me off the case!

Deputy!

You son of a bitch!

Max!

I told you something in confidence

and you stabbed me in the back!

I got an obligation as a police officer.

I was talking to you as a friend,

not as a deputy, you bastard.

You were starting to get involved
with a murder suspect.

I wasn't involved.
I just said I felt for him.

That guy is the subject of our investigation.

It was a suicide.
He's not a suspect.

But you didn't know that when you
wanted to fall into his arms.

Wise up, Max.

You like the guy.

Is that it, Kenny?

I can't like anybody else but you?

New Year's Eve rule not in effect?

Hey, that's enough.

Kenny, get out of here, now.

He had no right to say that.

He had no right!

You were developing feelings for the guy

while he was still under suspicion.

I've been objective.

I've done nothing but do my job.

Now I'm doing my job.

You are off the case.

You stay away from Brian Ronick.

You got that?

Jimmy, I heard that.
Can I talk to her?

Please do.

Max.

This department is so chauvinistic sometimes.

And Jimmy's always gotta be right.

Well, I'm sick of it.

But on this one, are you sure
he's not right?

What, did Kenny come running
to you, too?

Maxine.

Do you have any idea

how often police officers develop
romantic attachments

to the victims of the crimes
they're investigating?

That is not going on here.

It's very common.

There are many cases when the officers

even end up marrying these victims.

It's a real phenomenon.

The thing about the cop wanting
to play the rescuer.

I'm not doing that.
All right, maybe so,

but from my conversation with Brian,

I know he feels very close to you.

And you've done nothing but defend
him, ever since...

Because as a deputy weighing evidence,
I believe he's innocent.

Okay, then here's another truth.

Nothing promotes bonding like trauma.

Both of you were extremely traumatized

the other night by that dead body.

I wasn't traumatized.

You saw a woman with her head blown off.

Of course you were traumatized!

And him! That was his wife!

You and Brian have both been propping
each other up.

I know he feels he leaned on you.

And I also know that the way to your heart
is probably through the job.

It's funny, but socially you're always guarded,

but professionally, on the job,

you're willing to assume every
little fact,

every little feeling, and incubate it
to the point...

Thank you, Dr. Freud.

Maxine, nobody is accusing you

of acting unprofessionally yet.

But if you refuse to recognize the fact

that your emotions are at play here,

even just a little bit, then I would say
that criticism is warranted.

Done?

Done.

Good. Send me the bill.

Yup, that's definitely her.

You're positive?

Julie Ronick.

Had a lot of questions.

It was her first gun.
I had to show her

how to load it and everything.

She say what she wanted it for?

I don't ask, Deputy.
Ain't my business.

Why? What'd she do with it?

She shot herself.

Well, there goes a customer.

A little industry humor.

(LAUGHING)

CARTER: See, the bullet went up,
through the cheekbone.

Yeah.

Usually they put the gun right to
the temple, but...

What about this blowup?

That shows the particles.

Now, that kind of tattooing tells me
the range.

Probably about six inches.

Jimmy, can't you give it up?

I just swear, Jill,

it's as if

blood smells different with homicide
than suicide.

Something about the feel of that
room that night,

it smelled like murder to me, and if it
was, it was vicious.

And if that kind of gruesome violence

happens in this town, I'm responsible for...

What?

What?

Trust fund.

Trust fund? Trust fund what?

This better be good.

It's very good.

Put her in a conference room.

I'm still not speaking to you.

Let's go.

I thought your little investigation
was solved.

Well, it turns out you're right, K.C.

It wasn't suicide after all.

What?
What?

Carter and I just reviewed the trust

that your father set up for Julie.

JIMMY: Did you ever read that?

My lawyer looked through it.

I'll bet they did. Did you?

Maybe. I'm not sure.

I think you're sure, K.C.

Tell me, K.C.,

what did your religious father
think about divorce?

He was against it.

Against it?
No, he considered it a sin.

Paragraph three, section two,
says that if Julie were ever

to get a divorce, the trust fund

reverts back to your father's estate.

Is that right?
You bet it's right.

Now, if Julie dies while married,
all the money goes to Brian.

But if they divorce,
the trust fund becomes void,

and the principal goes back to
the family estate.

That's why you wanted to undermine
your sister's marriage.

That's why you followed Brian around

with a camera, trying to prove adultery.

A divorce sends the trust money

back into the father's estate.

Since he's dead, it's divvied up
amongst surviving children.

And that's just you.
Julie and Brian's divorce

would have grossed you over $1,000,000.

Like you said, I'm a horrible person.

Julie had to know about paragraph three,
section two.

She'd been to see her lawyer.

So she knew how much a divorce
would cost her.

Now, the only way she could be
rid of Brian,

and keep her share of the money

from the trust, would be to kill him.

What?

It was her gun.
She bought it to kill Brian.

It must have gone off by accident
when she was loading it.

Are you kidding?

That would explain the six-inch range
from gun barrel to head.

This was no suicide.

The gun went off by accident while she
was preparing to shoot Brian.

Julie was going to kill Brian?

Gun accident, absolutely.

This is very official.

You said it was official yesterday
when you said suicide.

This is more official!

Sheriff Brock and I,
working closely together,

as we customarily do,

have concluded that Julie Ronick

was planning to murder her husband Brian

when the weapon inadvertently discharged.
No question.

Sir, isn't it true,

there are so many questions that
Sheriff Brock refuses to face us?

Isn't that why he's sending you out?

He's sending me out because

I'm a highly trained forensic pathologist
acting as a de facto deputy.

De facto deputy?

The gun went off by accident.

Julie was planning to kill Brian.
It's official.

Carter!

BRIAN: I am so relieved.

Oh, God, you have no idea what a weight
has just come off me.

I know, I know, a man finds out

his wife was going to kill him,

and he's jumping around like a kid
on Christmas.

She wanted to kill me.

It's the worst thing I ever heard,
and I want to celebrate.

Okay.

But Jimmy hasn't closed the books
on this one yet.

He still wants to talk to you
in the morning.

9:00?
I'll be there.

I'm sorry, Max.
I don't mean to be acting like this,

but this has been such an emotional...

Yeah, I know.

Max, that stuff Jill said to you,

did it upset you because she's wrong
or because she's right?

She could be right.

I do care about you.

But maybe it's just feelings exaggerated
by trauma.

I don't know. I'm no shrink.

But it hasn't affected my work,
I know that.

I wish I met you sooner.

Yeah.

But you didn't.

I gotta stop kissing everybody.

What?

Nothing.

I gotta go.

Okay. I'll let you out.

So, congratulations on your wife
wanting to kill you...

I guess.

Please, don't tell anybody how I reacted.

Our secret.

To your knowledge, she did not know

how to handle a revolver.
Is that right?

To my knowledge, she was terrified
of guns. All guns.

I guess hate will conquer all.

I am not totally convinced she wasn't
trying to kill you.

Never mind!

That's her gun application.
Take a look at it.

See if that's her writing.

Yes.

Let me see.

All right.

You're excused, Mr. Ronick.

Ms. McDowell, stay.

Go.

My one regret in all this is

I'm not able to find a crime to charge
you with.

The way you behaved.

Lied to your sister,
pushed her into buying a gun,

the one that finally took her life.

It was an accident, Sheriff.

If things had gone well,
Brian would be dead, not Julie.

You wipe that smirk from your face, lady,

or I'll throw you in jail till you rot.

If it were my choice,
I'd book you on manslaughter,

but the DA says I can't do that.

But know this,

you so much as park your car in front
of a fire hydrant,

I'll bust you.

You jaywalk, I'll bust you.

You spit on the sidewalk, I'll bust you.

The best thing you could do for yourself
is get the hell out of Rome,

because I will make it my business

to make you regret every second

you continue to stay here.

Wow.

Old-time sheriff.

"Get out of town before sundown," huh?

You'd be surprised how old-time I can get.

Well, I think I'm going to be leaving Rome
anyway, Sheriff.

I don't like the value system in
this town.

Max?

Hi.

Hi.

Look, I just want to thank you.

I don't know that I can ever repay...

Jimmy solved the case, Brian.
I didn't.

But you never stopped believing in me.

I won't forget that.

Listen,

I know how inappropriate this is, but...

I know we both need a lot of time...

A lot of time.

Whatever is between us,

we can't even dare call it legitimate

under these circumstances, but...

Whether my perceptions here are true
or completely skewed,

I can't ever remember meeting anybody
like you.

We've got to say good-bye, Brian.

We can't pursue this.

Ever?

Not in the near ever.

Yeah, well...

Thank you again.

Good-bye.

Good-bye.

Max.

Don't even speak to me.

Where's the gun application,
the forensics report

and the insurance policy?

How can I say without speaking to you?

Where is it?

On my desk.

Hey. What a surprise.

Life's full of surprises.
Can I come in?

What's the matter?

The matter is my nose.

I've got a very good one.

Not for the truth, maybe,

but for perfume, it's perfect.

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about Chanel cologne spray.

It's what K.C. wears.

It's what I smelled all over you

when you hugged me in the office.

Excuse me?

When did you embrace K.C., Brian?

Certainly not at the Sheriff's station.

The vitriol was still out in full force.

What the hell is with you?

Julie didn't buy that gun.

K.C. bought it, pretending to be Julie.

They look enough alike.

Are you serious?

You're in on it together.

And you executed it perfectly, Brian.

You knew suspicion would focus on you,
the husband/beneficiary.

So, you make it look, initially,
like suicide,

so that you can be the one to heroically
insist that it's murder.

The killer would never demand a murder
investigation, would he?

This is crazy.

If I were the killer...

You were ready to close the book
and call it suicide.

Why would I tell you to keep
investigating if I...

Because of the $4,000,000
insurance policy.

Insurance policies don't pay off
on suicide.

So, what's a man to do?

If you murder her, you can't collect.

If she commits suicide,
you can't collect.

So it has to seem like an accident.

You tried one accident last June
with the rattlesnake,

but Julie survived it.

Another accident would be too suspicious.

You'd have to make this one
look much better.

So you did.

You hand me a letter supposedly
written by Julie

that vents her disgust towards you
and her violent rage.

Then you hand me the trust fund papers,

practically highlighting the section
on divorce,

showing Julie's motive for killing you.

It all falls into place.

We declare that Julie was trying
to kill you,

and that the gun went off by accident.

The policy pays off.

You and K.C. collect the money.

Clever girl.

Catch.

K.C.!

She had it.

It's a shame the snake had to bite her.

Officer down.
Officer down.

(GUN FIRES)

Come on, we gotta get out of here.

We can say it was an accident.

We were working out our differences,

she barged in, scared the snake,
and got bit.

I just got a 10-33, "Officer down."

Who? Where?

I don't know.

It sounded like a woman,
but I don't know.

Jimmy!

K.C.: Now, come on, Warren.

Come to Mommy.

Come on.

We gotta go now.

She could have told somebody.

We just left the station an hour ago.

If anybody else knew, we'd already be
under arrest.

Come on, Warren.
That's right.

Mommy's got a little treat for you.

(SIREN BLARING)

What's the matter, sweetheart?

Having problems breathing?

Maybe I can help you sleep.

Come on, K.C., let's move.
Take it easy!

She radioed, for God's sakes.

She didn't give an address!

I'll go without you.

You idiot, if we run now we're never
gonna get the money.

Now, come on, this is an accident
we've got here.

There's no reason to panic.

Freeze!

Freeze!

Then again, maybe there is.

Get away from her.

You stay right where you are or I swear
I'll drop this snake.

Put that thing away.

Get away.

K.C.: No, you get away.

She's already been bitten once.

Go ahead, shoot me,

and I'll drop this snake,
it'll bite her, and she'll be dead.

Hey, snake lady.

Unacceptable.

On the floor.

Come on, Ronick, let's go.

CARTER: They were in on it together,
without question.

Would this be double-official?

Don't you dare make fun of us.

We're law enforcement officers
doing the best we can

to serve this community.

This was a homicide conspiracy,
and that's final.

Until you declare suicide again?

The confession is on the books.

Brian Ronick has made a statement.

K.C. fired the gun,

they planned it together, and that's
all I have!

Carter, just one more thing.

Except to say, that I am
shocked and outraged

by your ridicule.

Extremely shocked.

I need a moment.

MAXINE: The truth is, the only reason
we solved the case is

because I got involved with Brian.

(ALL LAUGHING)

It's true. If we hadn't connected,
we wouldn't have hugged,

and if we hadn't hugged,
I wouldn't have smelled K.C.'s perfume.

All right.

Don't "all right" me.

You were had, Jimmy.

They played you perfect.

That's true.

What are you talking about?

You called it a suicide.

That's the last time we're going to ask
for your help, Jill.

I'm not a policeman.

I'll get it right next time.

There won't be a next time...

Come on.
Two out of three?

Okay, you need your rest.

Doctor's orders, okay? Bye.

You get some rest, Deputy.

For the record, I solved the case.

Cracked it with a hug.

Okay.

Never mind "okay."

You tell the press and don't you
take any credit.

Don't keep her up.

I won't.

The only reason I'm talking to you
is 'cause you saved my life.

Otherwise I'm still mad.

I feel like such a fool.

He played me like a violin.

No.

You were playing him.

I'm sorry I blew up at you.

You were right.

Completely right.

Plus which, I saved your life.

And I killed a snake.

I had a very fulfilling day.

Are you going to be okay alone?

Of course.

No.

I'm staying an hour tops.

I got places to go.

So, hurry up and fall asleep.

I'm glad I've got you, Lacos.

Yeah.

Just count some sheep.

I'm going to read.