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[ Brakes Hiss ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Grunting ]

[ Sighs ]

Hey.

[ Pounds Wall ]

Son of a bitch.

Hey!

You finish up in there,
I'm gonna kick
your pervert ass!

Jackson?
Right.

[ Chatter On Police Radio ]

Yeah.
My name is Mike--
Mike Jackson.

There you go, sir.
Thank you.

[ Man On Walkie-talkie ]
Go ahead, 1-4.

[ Camera Shutter Clicks ]

[ Snaps ]
You called?

It's all he had on him.

Cell phone,
driver's license, a watch,
sobriety chip.

That's a fake
Florida driver's license.
Yeah. See? No holograms.

Oh, man.
You gotta get up to speed
on your fake I.D.'s,

now that your daughters
are nearing the age
of nonlegal consent.

Addy's quinceañera.
Don't get me started.

- Marisol is driving me to
the brink of financial ruin.
- They only turn 15 once.

[ Cell Phone Rings ]
Yeah, said the man
without three daughters.

Hey, baby. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
No problem. No problem.
What's up?

The caterer quit?
Well, just go with
the other one.

- No, go with the other one.
- The other other one.

Yeah, listen, baby.
I gotta go, okay?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I love you too.
Un besito.

[ Sighs ]
I'm not gonna survive this.
Oh, yes, you are.

There's, uh,
no abandoned cars
in the parking lot,

and our victim
doesn't look like
the hitchhiking type.

So I'm going with passenger
on one of the buses
that rolls through here.

And blunt-force trauma's
the cause of death. That blow
to the head, all this blood--

he definitely died here,
no question.

I'm not seeing
what the killer used to force
that blunt-force trauma.

And, uh, robbery definitely
wasn't a motive, which
leads us to our big question:

Why are we investigating
a Delray homicide
on my day off?

We're backing up
a colleague. Dr. Perez.

Who?
Medical examiner
in Delray Beach.

F.D.L.E. closed
the Pompano substation.

Her office got the overflow,
resulted in a few
administrative bobbles.

Bobbles?
As chief medical examiner,

it's my job to conduct
administrative oversight...

when a review is in order
due to concerns regarding
an M.E.'s performance.

Oh, my God. Carlos.

- I'm so embarrassed.
- Don't be silly.

Administrative hiccups
happen all the time.

You're so sweet.

Hi there.
Oh, uh, this is, um,
Detective Longworth.

Jim. Nice to meet you.

Sophie. Nice to meet you.
So, what are we looking at?

We got a male, Caucasian,
mid-30s.

Looks like blunt-force trauma.
Riding on a bus on a fake I.D.

Yeah, obviously
running from someone
and, uh, got caught.

[ Sighs ]
[ Thuds ]

Well, let's get him up
on the table and see if
we can fill in some blanks.

Carlos must have told you
I was his student
in forensic pathology.

Everything I learned
I practically learned
at his feet.

At his feet, huh?

Thanks for helping out.
Yeah, sure. No problem.

Anything for a colleague.

Honey!
I missed you so much.

Thanks.

"Mom, I missed you too."

Thanks.

Hey. Leave those.
I'll wash 'em.

Dad washed them before I left.

Okay.

I'm confused. I thought
you said on the phone...

that you and your dad
were having a good time.

Oh, we had a great time.
Not that you care.

- That's not true.
- Now I can't see Dad
for three months.

Honey, that's not me.
That's Witness Protection.

Yeah, Mom. It's you.

Okay.

Records and Identity got a hit
on your victim's fingerprints.

His name is David Zale,
38, financial planner.

Was arrested in '07
for embezzling from his clients.

Oh, his clients
gotta like that.
Yeah.

Hey.
Mm-hmm?

Have you met
Carlos's colleague?
Our colleague?

And yeah. I know Dr. Perez.
She's great.

Just got caught a little
flat-footed with all
the substation closures.

Huh. It says here Zale did
four and a half years at
Raiford, got out six months ago.

His poor, overworked
parole officer doesn't have
an address or a former.

Luckily we have poor,
overworked Daniel,

who's about to tell us
what he's learned
about Zale's last-known.

Sorry. No address,
unfortunately.

And Zale's cell was used
mostly to call one number.

He called it twice a day--
8:00 in the morning,

10:00 at night, talked less
than a minute.

I'm having the number tracked
down now, but, of course,
I tried to call it.

It just kept ringing,
and there's no voice mail.

Well, we did find
the bus that Zale was on.

He had a one-way ticket to
Maggie Valley, North Carolina.

The luggage is being
overnighted to us as we speak.

Wh-- As-- Us, as in--

As in Carlos needs to supervise,

and we need to get Dr. Perez
back in the saddle.

Anything we can do to help
is the goal here, people.

Speaking of,
have you seen Dr. Perez?

Yeah.

And I think I may have a way
to find out Zale's address.

Victim's blood screen came back
clean. No alcohol or drugs.

Which the tox screen confirms.
Mm-hmm.

How's Marisol and the girls?
Good. Everyone's good.

The girls must be
getting so big by now.

Anyway, um, blood screen
came back clean, and, um--

I've already said that.
[ Chuckles ]

Carlos, I'm sorry
if this is a little awkward.

Sorry if what's awkward?

Oh, uh, nothing.
Uh, Daniel track down an address
or who Zale was calling?

His sobriety chip might help.
"Powerless till noon."
Ooh, and look-- an address.

Hmm.
Zale only called one number,
but he called it twice a day.

I'm thinking like a sponsor.
Uh, hey, Carlos,

did you invite Sophie
to your daughter's quinceañera?

Oh, my God.
Addy's turning 15?

[ Chuckles ]
Uh, yes, she is.

And no, I haven't,
but I was just about to.

I'd love to go.

No, what I said was,
"As a wingman, you suck,"

not that I need a wingman
or you trying to make
something out of nothing.

I didn't say there was
anything going on.

I just said you two looked
like you might have been
cozy back in the day.

There was no cozy.
I was married to Marisol.

Addy was seven.
Stephie was four. And their
baby sister was just born.

We were just friends. No cozy.

Got it. No cozy.

David Zale murdered?
My God. What-What happened?

Well, we were hoping
you could help us with that,
Dr. Sloan.

You were, uh, David Zale's
sponsor in sobriety?

Employer too. In addition
to running these meetings,

I-- I run a rehab center:
Higher Roads.

Higher Roads?
No, I'm sorry,

but calling Higher Roads
a rehab center is like calling
the Mayo a walk-in clinic.

What's the average stay there,
like, 40 grand a month?

Where did you meet David Zale?
At this very meeting.

He'd just gotten out of
Raiford, had good, solid
sobriety, needed work.

I hired him as a peer counselor.

So, uh, as his sponsor,
you were, um, especially
involved in his life.

Inasmuch as it affected
his sobriety.
Checked in twice a day.

Did he drink?
Did he use?
Did he want to?

Kept it simple.
Where did he live?

He had a-- a small
studio apartment just off the
boulevard-- 1250 Horizon East.

When he worked late,
he had a room at the rehab.

You have any idea who would
want to kill him?
No.

- I know he hurt a lot of people
when he was using.
- Where were you last night?

In bed. I had back-to-back
radio interviews starting
at 5:00 a.m. this morning.

- Oh, yeah? What about?
- Teddy Vargas.

The video game guy?

He was a patient
at Higher Roads?
A real tragedy.

Earned his first billion
before he was 25,
then he O.D.'s on heroin.

[ Chuckles ]
So, not exactly a success story.

- [ Chattering ]
- I'm, uh--

- I'm sorry to cut this short,
but I have a meeting.
- [ Chattering ]

I'm truly sorry
about David Zale.

[ Video Game:
Machine Gun Noises ]
[ Characters Grunting ]

Wow. You bust a new level?

Listen. I was hoping
that we could talk--
Jeff, no.

Look. I'm not
talking to you.

Okay. At least tell me
what the problem is.

The problem is
I want to live with Dad.
But we have a life here.

What life? Look.
You work two jobs, go to school.
We're broke most of the time.

Honey, I'm trying to build
a better life for us.

What's so great about here
that you won't let us
be a family again?

I'm sorry, Jeff. It's just--
It's not that simple.

That's your answer
to everything.

If the victim died
of blunt-force trauma,
the red cells would be degraded.

Okay. So what killed him?
Well, if I'm right,

this did.

It was hidden
by the victim's bloodied
and matted hair--

a round,
one-centimeter
puncture wound.

It would have transected
the cervical cord and might have
cut off oxygen to the brain.

I'm thinking ice pick,
Phillips head
screwdriver maybe.

Great timing.
Sophie just identified
this transection wound...

as the actual cause of death.

- It's called pithing.
- What happened
to blunt-force trauma?

The stabbing could have sent
the victim into a rage spike. He
might have attacked his killer.

Then the killer had to
beat him off in self-defense.

Detective?
Court transcripts from the case
against David Zale.

He burned a lot of people.
But the thing is,

there was a class-action
lawsuit against him.

Any income or money he earned
or came into would go directly
to his former clients.

You can't get paid if
the guy you're suing is dead.

Also, David Zale
didn't live at that apartment
you got from Dr. Sloan.

Basically, between the lawsuit
and court-ordered restitution,
David Zale was broke.

Then how did he afford
a place like Higher Roads?

[ Sloan ] I didn't lie to you,
Detective. I told you.

David had a room here
on nights when he worked late.
Right.

Right after you told me
about that specific address,
which turned out to be a lie.

That was the address he gave me.

Anyway,
this was his room here.

High-end,
high-security facility,

and no one noticed
that he got while
the getting was good?

He wasn't a patient.
I'm sure he had a good reason.

Yeah. Someone was
trying to kill him.
Not here, they weren't.

I need to get somebody
out here, do an inventory.

There you are, Zale,
you son of a bitch!
I warned you. I warned you!

[ Grunting ]

[ Groans ]
You son of a bitch!

You're dead, Zale!
You're dead!

[ Grunts ]

That's Conner Burris,
former tennis pro,

turned coach
of the most successful
pro tennis camp in the country?

Hope his students have
better eyesight than he does.

The man's confused.
He's still in detox.
He knows you're not Zale.

Look. I'm no expert,
but clearly he's using.

I'm guessing he snuck out
last night, he scored,
and then killed Zale.

That's ridiculous.
Conner Burris is here
by court order.

And the safety and treatment
of our patients is job one.

Oh. Okay.
So you don't mind submitting
to a blood test...

so we can test it against
the blood we found
in his room?

I can assure you, Detective,
I had nothing to do
with his murder.

Oh, you assure me?
Oh. That makes my job
a lot easier.

Fine. I have an office
with a private bath.
You can take my blood there.

As the director of one of the
leading addiction rehabilitation
centers in the country,

you could afford me
that small courtesy?

Blood spatter on the drape
looks like throw-off,

probably from an altercation
Zale had with someone.

We'll rush these samples
through, find out quickly
who that might be.

How's she doing?
I gotta tell you,

that pithing cause of death
she discovered-- that was
a once-in-a-career catch.

I should be doing so well.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to
take a swing at you.

What was your beef with Zale?

Other than being a smug bastard
who wouldn't know an addiction
if it bit him in the ass,

nothing.

You're saying he didn't have
a drug and alcohol problem?

He certainly acted like
he had a problem, but I--

I think he was just acting
like he had a problem...

so he could act like
he'd overcome one, you know.

Well, I like a good time
just as much as the next guy,

but if I'd pushed my 12-year-old
tennis prodigy to the brink
of physical exhaustion,

resulting in her
collapsing dead on court
of a heart attack,

I'd want to crawl inside
a bottle and never
come out too.

Nina had a condition.
I didn't know about it.
No one knew about it--

not her parents,
not that quack doctor of hers
back in the Ukraine.

I'd do anything
to trade places with her.

Well, three months later,
you got your chance. Drove your
Range Rover right into a tree.

Yeah, I wanted to die.

But you're worth
far more alive
to your business partners,

your two ex-wives,
your attorney.

You know, between your career
and the career of all those
hundreds of pro tennis hopefuls,

your tennis camp's
worth millions.

Which is probably why, uh,
after...

three D.U.I.'s,
two probation violations,

you're still able to smack
that S.U.V. right into a tree.

You know, wild guess--
no criminal charges,
you go to rehab.

Wilder guess--
you got some
high-priced attorney...

keeping you out of prison
so you can pay his retainer.

Waller. Andrew Waller.

That's a name.
Criminal defense attorney
to the rich and obnoxious.

Sounds to me like Zale was
either lying about his addiction
or shilling for Dr. Sloan.

Hmm.
What else do we have
on this attorney, Andrew Waller?

We know Waller represented
a lot of people...

who ended up in
Higher Roads instead of prison,
including Teddy Vargas.

There's a reason
to drag him in.
Ah-- that's a reason to ask.

Waller's not connected
to David Zale.

His cooperation
would have to be voluntary.

David Zale's luggage.
I'm gonna go through it now.

Great. So call me
if you find anything
interesting,

like a connection between
our victim, David Zale,
and Andrew Waller.

Daniel, just stop.

Really?

So that puts Ida next to
Rosario and her cousin,

but at the same table
as Cece, and they do not
like each other.

What do you think?
Marisol, I think I don't care
where Ida sits, baby.

She's your sister's
husband's baby sister.

I want her to feel
a part of the family.

Turn around.

All the way.

You're a great, big
pain in my ass, mister.

But you're still
the best-looking man
I've ever seen.

Gracias, Pedro.

Mmm.

Can you believe
our baby's turning 15?

Marisol, you know
I can't get like this at work.

And no. I can't.

[ Chuckles ]

Sorry to interrupt. Hi.

- Hi.
- Um, I found a hair
on the victim's shirt.

I put it under glass,
but it wasn't a match
for Zale's.

Could be the killer's.
Did it have a follicle
for D.N.A. testing?

No, but I'm gonna run
a blood grouping...

and see if it matches
the blood that we found
in Zale's room.

- Good. And good catch.
Thanks.
- And we'll see you on Saturday?

- Wouldn't miss it
for the world.
- And bring a date?

Um, I'm not seeing anyone, so--

See you Saturday.

I'm glad you invited her.
Mm-hmm.

You've been a big help to her,
and she really needs
the support right now.

Okay. Now the shoes.

That's Zale's luggage?
You look disappointed.

Oh.
[ Chuckles ]
Yeah. Yeah. A little maybe.

No smoking gun.

Just your basic clothes, undies.

He had a fake driver's license.
What about a passport?

- I haven't found one.
- Well, is there
a passport pocket?

Sometimes that high-end luggage
has a hidden compartment
for those things.

Oh. No, I didn't see one.

Here you go.

David Zale had a meeting
with Andrew Waller.
Smoking gun.

David Zale was scheduled
to meet with Andrew Waller?
So they're connected after all.

Yeah, once we hit on that,
we went back and found out...

that Andrew Waller
represented David Zale
in an extortion case.

Well, not very well
if he did four years.

Yeah. Their meeting
was scheduled for 8:30
the night Zale was murdered.

But, you know,
I called his office, and they
didn't know anything about it...

- or where he's been
for the last two days.
- [ Doorbell Rings ]

Davito's Pizza.
Hey.

Wait. So Waller's missing?

Yeah. He's been a no-show
for three cases--
three very important clients.

Oh, and not to mention the fact
that this guy...

has been in a protracted battle
with the county...

to build his 8,000-square-foot
house on the bay.

He finally gets approval,
and he's not gonna show up
for the ground-breaking?

That's definitely suspicious.
Let me know
if you find anything.

Hey. You gonna be okay here
by yourself if I have to
do an errand?

Sure.
I got homework, so--
Great.

Oh, and, Jim?
Yeah?

Thanks for letting me
hang here while I deal with
my mom and her stuff.

Hey. The last thing I want
is you and your mom
mad at each other.

I mean, I know
she's just trying to make
everything better for us.

I guess I just
don't understand why
we can't all be together...

when my dad's proved to her
that he's changed.

Well, I'm sure
she's got her reasons.

Dig in while it's hot.

[ Beeps ]
Hey. You got a few minutes?

Can you meet me somewhere?

[ Car Door Closes ]

Okay,
why am I here exactly?
Uh, two reasons.

Firstly, uh,
I talked to Jeff.
He's gonna be fine.

Okay. Good. I mean--

But it would certainly help him
if he knew exactly what
you and Ray were thinking of.

- What we're thinking?
- Yeah. You know, the divorce.

-Otherwise, he's always gonna
want you guys to live together.
-Wow.

One conversation, you're already
a better parent than me.
No, that's not what I'm saying.

For your information,
that's a conversation...

that two parents have
with their children together,

which is kind of hard to do
when Ray's in
Witness Protection.

Well, when, where,
or even if...

you guys decide to have
that conversation,
that's up to you guys.

But I'm telling you,
Jeff's always gonna be angry
at you until you do.

Not that there's
any big rush, I mean,

because you still have
your girlfriend here
from Chicago, right?

Okay. Well, I've gotta
get to work.

- You are at work.
- Really? This is a crime scene?

- You need a forensic nurse?
- I'm thinking I do.

[ Callie ]
What are you talking about?

Yeah. It's a lawyer.
Andrew Waller.

Didn't turn up for three
court appearances this week.
Really big clients.

And this is where he was going
to build his dream house.

Yep. That's him.

- [ Siren Wailing ]
- [ Jim ] Daniel. Yeah, we got
a new victim-- Andrew Waller.

Yeah. That Andrew Waller.

Dig up the usual--
phone records, credit card
receipts, bank statements.

Yeah. Thanks.
All right. Well, there seems
to be enough cops here now,

so I'm gonna take off.

Oh, no, well, four heads
are better than one, right?

And besides, you stay,
you get paid.
I'm not broke!

All right.
I'm not that broke.

And one of those cops
is Carlos's
medical examiner friend.

Yeah. About that.

Okay. Wait, wait.
Wait a minute.

Jeff won't admit it, but he does
better when there's rules
and boundaries in place.

It makes him feel loved
and cared for.

And, Jim,
the last thing I want...

is for my son to think
that I'm not
telling him the truth.

So I'll talk to Ray,
you know, wherever he is,

and see how
he wants to handle it.

Okay.

Hey. Nice set of tools.
What the hell
does that thing do?

Um, why don't we give
Dr. Perez a little space
to do her work?

Oh, see, I was gonna suggest
we gave Callie a chance to
observe her doing her work.

After all,
it is Callie's first
double homicide.

Yeah, until Dr. Perez determines
the cause of death, it's just
a case with two murders.

Yeah, one suspect
in the murder of one victim
equals: double homicide.

Actually, Sophie,

why don't we let Carlos
and Callie take the body
back to the lab...

and you and I get cozy
with some suspects?

Are you taking anyone
to this, um--
Quinceañera?

Yep.
No. I'm not seeing anyone,
so I'm going solo.

Yeah. Me too.

Kind of unofficially
unattached at the moment.

Yeah, I was seeing someone,
but it ended.

Kind of badly.
Hey. Happens
to the best of us.

[ Sloan ] You've already
got my blood, Detective.
You back for a pound of flesh?

We found a hair
on the first victim,

minus the, uh,
all-important follicle
to determine D.N.A., so--

Well, I'm sorry.
You're gonna need
a court order for that.

Really? I brought
a certified medical examiner
and everything.

To start plucking hairs
from my head?

Yeah.
I'm sorry.
My attorney has explained...

that I have to adhere
to the rules and procedures
for this sort of thing.

Which attorney is that?
It's not Andrew Waller.
He's dead.

What?
Yeah. Oh, and, uh,
two of your patients--

David Zale and Conner Burris--
they were both
clients of his.

Now two out of three
are dead.

Well, that is an unfortunate
coincidence that-- that
has nothing to do with me.

Are you sure? 'Cause both
those clients were referred
to you by Andrew Waller.

You know what would
clear this whole thing up...

is a complete list of
your clients and their medical
and psychological evaluations.

[ Chuckles ]
That's privileged information.

Kind of like your hair, huh?

I guess my dad was right
when he said that...

after 40, every hair,
even the gray ones,
are worth fighting for.

- I am gonna need that list.
- I'm afraid
I can't give you one.

Oh. No, no, no.
I didn't mean
the list from you.

No, court-appointed,
uh, rehabilitation...

is a matter of
public record, so I'll just
help myself to that.

Come on.
Last chance on the hair.

Pass.

I gotta say,
that was impressive.

Technically
I didn't get anything,

but we can use Sloan's
refusal to cooperate...

to get a judge
to look favorably on a warrant.

Dr. Perez? Hey.
Um, Dr. Sanchez told me
to tell you when you got here...

that Andrew Waller
is in autopsy,
prepped and ready for you.

Oh. I better get on that.
Carlos is gonna need the autopsy
report and those photos A.S.A.P.

Thanks again, Detective.

Carlos was right.
He has a really good team.

- So what have you got, Daniel?
- This was found in Zale's room.

It's a Gurkha,
the most expensive
cigar in the world.

And it's only sold
in two stores in Miami.

Zale bought three
every week with cash,
at 750 a pop.

So the question is,
where'd the money come from?

And where was he hiding it?
What else you got on Waller?

Well, no question,
Waller was loaded.

He also had an offshore account
worth five million dollars
at Bermuda Island Savings.

Okay. So we've got Waller
and David Zale.

Both dead, both hiding money,
both with ties
to Higher Roads.

David Zale had more access
to all those rich addicts
with their dirty little secrets.

So you're thinking--
I'm thinking blackmail,

which we need to confirm,
so keep following the money.

The question now is,
was Sloan in on it, or was he
being blackmailed himself?

We haven't found any
incriminating photos or tapes...

in either Sloan's
or Zale's possessions.

That just means
we haven't looked hard enough.

[ Sighs ]
Ay, Dios mío.

[ Beeping ]

Carlos, I'm sorry.
I don't know how I missed it.

I could see it clear as day
in the autopsy photo.

This is probably
the killer's hair,

inside the puncture wound,
made with the same type of
weapon that killed Zale.

Evidence that came this close
to going up in smoke.

- What the hell
is going on with you?
- Carlos--

It's mistakes like this
that let killers go free,
Sophie.

And sloppy work
like this is why
you're under review.

Now you're better than this.
I taught you better.

You know what, Carlos?
You're right.

I am better than this.
And I don't know
what's happening with me.

I could blame it
on the substation closures...

or the impossibly long hours,
but that wouldn't be it.

It's what makes
all the long hours
and hard work worthwhile:

someone to share it with.

I want to have what you have.
I want to share my life
with someone.

I thought I had what you have.

But I was wrong.

Sophie, I was married.

I am married--
to a woman I love,

who is the mother
of my children.

So what were we?

What was I waiting for?

For me to realize
what a huge mistake
I was making.

And even though
we never crossed the line,
it's a mistake...

that I beat myself up for
every day.

Listen. What I did
to you was wrong.
I led you on.

Because that's what men
who are terrified that life
is passing them by do.

They want to
feel something again.

Even if it's not real.

And I'm sorry.

Listen.

We caught this in time. If the
hair you found on Zale matches
the hair in Waller's wound,

that means
that the same killer
killed both victims.

- I'll take care of this.
- Carlos.

Say you called me
in the middle of the night
and you told me you found it.

I mean,
no harm, no foul, right?

I was up all night
trying to find evidence
of blackmail...

by either David Zale
or Dr. Sloan.

No direct hits,
but followed the money
like you asked.

Learned that, once a week,
Andrew Waller flew to Bermuda,
played 18 holes, then flew back,

each time declaring $9,999.

- One dollar under
the legal limit.
- Yep.

Were you able to track who was
making deposits into the Bermuda
Island Savings account?

Uh, no.
That they wouldn't tell me.

Sounds like that's how Zale was
being paid for his end in this
little blackmailing scheme.

He was targeting
Dr. Sloan's patients.

Speaking of which, any evidence
as to what made these patients
vulnerable to blackmail?

- Nothing of public record.
- What about Teddy Vargas?

Did you get a police report
on his "unattended death"?

His O.D.? Yeah.
What there was of it.

I left it in your office.

What do we know about
Teddy Vargas's death?

He overdosed.
He was an addict. Why?

Well, because if it was
an accidental overdose,
that's just... unfortunate.

But if it was
an intentional suicide,

well, that would prove
he was being blackmailed, right?

- What does the autopsy say?
- Well, I don't know.
It's not here.

Report says the investigation
was conducted out of Pompano.

That's the substation
they had consolidated
into Sophie's office.

I'll call Sophie.

I'm sure she knows
exactly where the autopsy report
on Teddy Vargas is.

I thought
I might find you here.

You all right?

I got your messages.

Why didn't you call me?

Because that autopsy report
on Teddy Vargas
that you asked for--

I never did it.

Our office was swamped
after we merged with Pompano,

and overdoses
and accidental deaths
just weren't a priority.

And I didn't want to tell you...

because I figured that
I had disappointed you enough
for one investigation.

[ Sighs ]
Sophie, we're all
overworked.

I'm not making excuses.

I'm not trying to anyway.

It's just that...

lately I just don't
care about anything anymore.

Listen. I'm sorry.

But you can't let yourself
go down that path.

I'm sorry
about the autopsy.

[ Exhales Deeply ]

You know how many
accidental deaths I've got
piled up on my desk?

I know how to
take care of this.
[ Cell Phone Beeps ]

Daniel.

What have you got?

Daniel tracked down
the Pompano M.E.'s report...

and evidence collected
on Teddy Vargas.

They sent over
preliminary blood work,

along with a box containing
everything Vargas had
on his person.

Wait. This says Teddy Vargas had
a cocktail of prescription drugs
in his system.

Diazepam for anxiety.
Temazepam for insomnia.

But in quantities big enough
for those readings?

That wasn't
an accidental overdose.
That was a suicide.

A 25-year-old billionaire
commits suicide?
Now that's just depressing.

And if I had to guess,
I'd say this is why.

I found this U.S.B. stick
in the box of stuff
they sent over.

It was in the pocket
of the jeans he was wearing
when they found him.

It's from Teddy Vargas's
last session with Dr. Sloan.

[ Sloan ]
So you knew it was wrong,
but you did it anyway?

[ Vargas ]
I knew it, man. I was
screwing over my best friend.

It was his idea
for my top-selling game,
and I stole it from him.

Made a billion dollars,
and he hangs himself?

I don't deserve the money.
I don't deserve to live.

Whoever was blackmailing
Vargas must have sent him
this U.S.B. stick...

as a reminder what was at stake
if he didn't pay up.

Sloan was obviously
in on it.
[ Jim ] Maybe.

Did D.N.A. from the hair match
either of the blood samples
from Conner Burris or Sloan?

Not yet. Whoever it was
dyed their hair, so the first
test was inconclusive.

Daniel, get Manus
to execute a warrant
for Higher Roads.

I want to see if Conner Burris
has one of these U.S.B. sticks
and was also being blackmailed.

On it.
Carlos, you want to call
Sophie from the car?

- Get a rush on that test?
- Sure. Where are we going?

Not every day
both our prime suspects
are under one roof.

Let's hope our double homicide
hasn't turned into a triple.

Well, it's definitely
not a homicide.

Burris was found
with both wrists slit.

Unconscious,
but they found him
just in time.

Yeah, but is it guilt
over the death
of his young tennis star,

or because he killed
his blackmailers?

Whatever is behind Conner
Burris's attempt on his life,
it's not my priority, Detective.

Clearly it was
a cry for help.

Oh. I'm sorry.
Can I help you find something?

Just checking your angles.

Well, I have to
get to the hospital.
My patient needs me.

Yeah, I think
you've helped Conner Burris
enough for one lifetime.

You don't understand.
Conner is a very sick man.

"You're only as sick
as your secrets." That's what
you people say, right?

Well, we found your secret.

[ Whistles,
Clicks Tongue ]

[ Beeps, Clicks ]

You can't move on
unless you admit
what you did to Nina.

Say it, Conner.

You gotta be honest
with yourself.

Say you killed her.

[ Conner Sighs Deeply ]
I knew she had
a heart condition.

Her doctor told me, but I--
I wanted her to win.

So I pushed her anyway,
and that's what killed her.

I killed her.

Okay.
I killed Nina.

Once we found
Teddy Vargas's tape,

where you basically
pushed him to confess
all his dirty secrets,

well, then we dug
a little deeper.

- We found this
in Burris's room.
- This isn't my taped session.

- I only use audio, not video.
- Well, that's convenient.

And maybe you didn't
tape your session,
but David Zale did.

From here. This is where
David Zale must have had
a hidden camera.

Which you obviously
found and removed.

Yeah.
Used to be a clock here.

This is where the lens was,
I'm guessing.

You can hear the ticktock
of the seconds the whole way
through the recording.

You can also hear
the ticking on the U.S.B.
flash drive recording...

that we found
in Teddy Vargas's things.

Zale was blackmailing
your patients.
[ Cell Phone Rings ]

They were paying him
to keep their
dirty little secrets.

Well, that's disturbing
and unfortunate,

but I can assure you
I had no idea
what Zale was doing.

Until Zale
started blackmailing you.

You know, probably sent you
a U.S.B. stick
with a recording on it,

same thing he did
with Vargas and Burris.

That's when you realized
he had a camera in your office.

You found it the
same way I did--
by looking at the angle.

You tried to remove it,
but by that time,
it was too late.

Zale had already threatened
to discredit Higher Roads,
ruin your reputation.

- So you killed Zale.
- You can't prove that.

- Oh, I'm hoping I can.
- My colleague, Dr. Perez,

just confirmed
the dyed hairs we found
on both Zale and Waller...

match the D.N.A.
from your blood,
Dr. Sloan.

- What?
- [ Pills Rattling ]

[ Jim ]
Well, look at that.
A U.S.B. stick.

You were also
being blackmailed.

That's why you killed
Zale and Waller.

No. Wait. Wait. I admit
I-I was being blackmailed,
but I never killed anybody.

My hair could have worked
its way to Zale's clothes,
but I rarely saw Waller.

You see? You-You can't
arrest me because of
a couple of dyed hairs.

I'm being completely set up!

Uh, if you are,
I can assure you someone's
doing a damn good job of it.

[ Chatter On Police Radio ]

After his conviction,
David Zale was banned
from the F.T.C. for life.

He reinvented himself,
pretended to be an addict...

so he could blackmail
the patients of Higher Roads.

Keeping his money
in an offshore account,

'cause anything of value
could be confiscated by
the court-ordered restitution...

or the class-action lawsuit.

Yeah.
Good job. You solved a double,
Sophie got her "W."

And thank you.
She, uh--
She really needed this.

Yeah. Sure.

You really don't know
how to tie a tie?

Would have thought your mom
would have made sure
you knew that.

Yeah, right.

Really?
I thought we were past that.

You know,
I only met your dad that once,

but I'm pretty sure
he'd want you to give
your mom a break.

Whatever.

No. Not "whatever," Jeff.

Your mom works her ass off
to make sure
you have a good life.

She's the one who's here,
day in, day out.

Now you may not like
or agree with her decisions,
but you will respect them.

Are we clear?

Yeah.
Good man.

[ Sam ]
Check out you two hotties.

Hey. Thanks for
coming around.

Wasn't sure with the case
and everything I'd be able
to get him there in time.

No problem.
Congratulations
on the double, by the way.

Thank you.
Oh. Jeff, Sam.
Sam, Jeff.

- Hi.
- This might be
forbidden territory,

but do you mind if I try
and tame that cowlick?

Oh. Yeah, sure.

Thanks.
[ Chuckles ]

Actually,
I have to do something
just before the party.

Can I meet you guys there?
Yeah, no problem.

[ Jim ]
Hey. Thanks for coming.
No problem.

I didn't want to bother Carlos
on his big day.
Uh, did you bring your tools?

As always.
Perfect.

Excellent.

What are you doing?

You said the murder weapon
was a sharp instrument
like a--

like an ice pick
or a screwdriver...

or this-- surgical awl.

This is what you used
to kill David Zale.

What?

Are you insane?
Well, okay.

First disable,
and then kill him.

You know, give him a good crack
over the back of the head,
allowing you to perpetrate,

and then hiding in all that
blood the real cause of death--
pithing.

And so you could find it
in front of Carlos--

a "career catch"
I think he called it.

That's crazy.
Because you'd already...

done the same
with Andrew Waller,
only in a fit of passion.

Because...

you were in love
with Andrew Waller,

as this blackmail tape
clearly proves.

[ Waller ] Why do you think
I keep sending my clients
your way, you dumb-ass?

[ Sloan ]
If those tapes ever get out,
I'm ruined.

I had no idea
you were manipulating
medical records.

There's way too much
exposure here, Waller.

You know what? Relax.

My girl in
the medical examiner's office
is in my hip pocket.

She thinks
I'm in love with her.

She'll keep her mouth shut,
and she'll do anything
that I tell her to do.

[ Clicks ]

Waller was the relationship
that ended badly,
wasn't it?

The reason you've been
so distracted at work.

Andrew said he loved me,
that he needed me,

that he needed my help.

So I changed...

an autopsy report
to help him keep
a client out of jail.

'Cause I wanted to help.

Then he asked me again...
and again.

And that's what
you've been doing
all along, isn't it?

Using your job,

your office, my friend...

to manipulate forensics.

Like intentionally
not finishing
Teddy Vargas's autopsy.

Zale threatened
to expose me if I didn't
give him $10,000.

He said he needed it
for his escape.

So I agreed to meet him.

But I knew
it wasn't gonna end there.

Once you knew Sloan
was a suspect,

you knew you could pin
both murders on him.

Especially after
you took blood
in his private office.

You saw the hairbrush.

So all you had to do
was put a hair on Zale...

and then another hair
on Waller...

so Carlos could find it,
I'm guessing,
to really seal the deal.

It was never gonna stop.
He was gonna ruin me.

I couldn't say no.

So you killed Waller
out of passion.

You killed Zale
to cover it up.

You don't understand.

I didn't want to kill Andrew.

I loved him.

But he was using me.
He was leading me on.

Yeah. We all know
how you hate that.

[ Chatter On Police Radio ]

** [ Latin Pop ]
** [ Man Singing In Spanish ]

Okay. Okay.

Wow.
Yeah.

Did not see that one coming.
[ Sighs ]

- You gonna tell Carlos?
- Not tonight.

[ Manus ]
Good.

So, did, uh--
Did you come alone, or--

Oh.

That's a date.
Yeah, let's go.

** [ Continues ]

[ Chattering ]

Jim!

Hey.

Hey.

Wow. Uh, look at you.

Yeah. Thanks. You too.

Oh, thank you.
[ Clears Throat ]

Yeah, they got me in a tie.
[ Chuckles ]

Am I keeping you
from anyone?

Oh, what? No. No.
Just, uh, mingling.

You mingling?
That I'd like to see.

[ Chuckles ]

Thanks for talking to Jeff.
He's in a completely
different place.

That is--

Sure.

No problem.

Hey. What's up?
Hey. What's up with you?

Uh, what's with
the backpack?
You going somewhere?

We are going home.
Oh.

Decided you don't
hate the old witch
after all, huh?

Yeah, but she wants to
dance first.
** [ Continues ]

Okay.

So here you go.

Thanks.

Oh.

Ready?
Ready.

** [ Continues ]

Ah!
Hey.
[ Chuckles ]

[ Chuckles ]
Huh?

Hey, uh, have you seen Sophie?

Ah, forget Sophie.

Please, go and dance
with your daughter.

Isn't she beautiful?
Oh, yeah.

[ Clicks Tongue ]

Lucky man.

** [ Continues ]