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You did okay tonight, Katie.

Yeah, I've done worse.

Uh, Claire, could I grab your keys?

I should restock the house wine.

Better to do it now than before my shift tomorrow.

Sure.

I'm heading out.

Thanks.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Okay, goodnight.

Okay.

Nice work!

So, the inaugural voyage of "The Remedy"

is now in the books.

Thanks for bearing with me.

It could've been worse.

One of the engines conked out.

The rudder jammed and the bilge pump quit on me.

Okay, well,

at least we didn't have to row back.

If nothing else, we know she floats, right?

You've put so much work into restoring this classic.

She looks amazing and I had a great time.

Glad to hear it.

After you.

I know getting her back on the water

meant a lot to you,

so, really, thanks for inviting me.

Well, if my dad was looking down,

he probably got a good laugh.

But, seriously, thanks for coming out with me, Zee.

Uh-huh. Well, unfortunately, the fun's over.

I've got some errands to run,

then I've got a shift at the E.R..

Have you considered early retirement?

I mean, I was skeptical,

but I'm starting to find it pretty great.

Yeah, it does seem to suit you.

I have time for more important things--

like catching my dinner.

I wish I could join you.

Oh, there's no reason for you not to enjoy the spoils.

Dinner? Tonight at my place?

Yeah, I'm in. I'll bring the wine.

-Perfect. -I'll see you there.

All right. See you there.

Bob still visiting his sister up in Plymouth?

Yep. Should be back next week.

Mm. Well, the coffee's still on point.

Good work.

Jeff Jackson?

That's me.

I'm Katie. Leonard.

I wait tables over at The Beach House.

You know the place?

I do. Haven't been by in a while.

For better or worse, I do my own cooking.

Speaking of which, I'd better get out on the sound

while the blue fin are still biting.

There was an article in "The Vineyard Gazette"

with your name in it.

It said that you've been consulting for the police?

Unofficially.

Right.

See, that's why I'm coming to you.

I have a problem,

and I was kind of hoping

that maybe you would consult with me.

What kind of problem?

I got involved

in something I shouldn't have...

...and... ...now I'm in over my head.

And I don't know what to do.

Well, if whatever you're caught up in

is against the law,

then there's a simple answer--

go talk to Chief Madieras.

What's the complicated answer?

Katie, whatever you got caught up in,

you'll be better off getting ahead of it,

rather than letting trouble catch up to you.

You're right.

Okay, thank you for your advice, Mr. Jackson.

Well...

dinner ain't gonna catch itself, "Mr. Jackson."

That can't be right.

Oh! Look out, Doc!

Noah! I'm so sorry.

Is everything okay?

I guess it could be worse.

I have an extra $100,000 in my checking account.

What? Wow!

Do you have any idea how that could happen?

Actually, it's my sister you got to talk to.

She's the new CEO.

Dad tried to rope me in the business,

but I never had a head for numbers.

I was sorry to hear of his passing.

Thanks, Zee.

Hey, I was just heading to see Lauren.

I'll take you.

All right.

Thank you, Dr. Madieras,

for bringing this to my attention.

Our dad used to give away toasters.

If you're gonna be this generous,

sis, won't be long

before the last family-owned bank on the Vineyard

goes out of business.

Helpful as always, Noah,

and for the record, the bank is in great shape.

So how much do I get to keep?

Sorry, but none.

Spending this money would be a felony.

Ah.

And then your dad would have to arrest you.

It could get awkward.

Right.

-Hazel? -Mm-hmm?

Could you please look into this for me?

-Sure. -Thank you.

If you'll excuse me,

this comedian and I

have some family matters to attend to.

Okay.

Easy come, easy go.

-Right, Zee? -Hey, what can you do?

Hi, Hazel. How's your physio going?

Oh, amazing. Only two more weeks to go.

Good thing I had such a great doctor

after my accident.

I'm happy you think so.

Oh, I'm certain of it.

Okay.

Now...

it says the money

was transferred into your account

the day before yesterday.

Okay. Who sent it?

Uh, it says a corporate account.

Huh.

We just finished an upgrade to our system,

so could be a glitch,

or maybe an honest mistake?

Someone got the account numbers wrong

when they were making the transfer?

Okay, so do I need to do anything?

Nope.

I'll just flag it

and it will get sorted in a day or two.

All right.

They don't seem too worried about it,

and it's their bank,

so, I guess I shouldn't be either.

Truth is, they've got bigger fish to fry.

-Oh, like what? -Well...

Noah's not happy with their father's will

and has been threatening to take Lauren to court.

Oh, was he cut out?

Oh, no. He was taken care of, but it really irked him

that Lauren was given control of the bank.

He made it seem like he was never interested.

I think it has more to do with how the two of them

were always competing to be their father's favorite.

Oh...

Hazel, you might've missed your calling as a therapist.

Mm, but then I'd actually have to deal with people's problems,

instead of just gossiping about them.

Thank you for your help.

-Anytime. -Bye.

Bye.

Britt!

-Hey. Thanks for meeting me.

I want to get something

a little extra special at the wine store,

so I could use your expertise.

Ah, I see. What's the occasion?

Not an occasion per se, just dinner with Jeff.

"Just," she says.

We're having dinner.

Seize the day, Zee.

Or the night.

-You deserve it.

But this advice comes at a price, though,

because I need your help with a little something.

Sure. What's up?

Follow me.

There you go.

Tell your husband I say "hello."

Ms. Prajna!

Thank you

for this opportunity to win your business.

Mr. Walsh, meet my friend Zee.

She'll be helping me decide

if your pastries are worthy of my tearoom.

A pleasure.

Are you new to the Vineyard, Mr. Walsh?

Please, it's Frankie.

And yes, I opened Très Gourmet just a few months back.

Yeah, I passed by. I've been meaning to come in.

The storefront's only the beginning.

I'm also looking to supply

all the finest establishments on the Vineyard,

because I make only the finest pastries.

Mm!

Well, my chief taste-tester and I

are ready to sample the goods.

Right this way.

I got éclairs, cannolis, churros,

bichon, strudels, tortes-- you name it, I got it.

Okay.

That...

is a kouign-amann.

It's a classic French pastry.

-Wow. -Oh, my gosh.

That is the reaction I was hoping for.

This is amazing.

Britt, he's got my vote.

There it is, Frankie.

I'll be in touch with my first order

as soon as I get back to the Pendray.

I'll be right here.

And, Zee, come back any time.

I will take you up on that.

-Nice to meet you. -Likewise.

He's so charming.

And these are to die for.

Right?

Plus, it just feels like a win to support a local business.

Now, a wine pairing can make or break a meal.

Do you know what Jeff is serving?

Well, I think, right now,

he's standing on a beach with a line in the water,

so I'm gonna go with fish.

Jackie.

What a lovely surprise.

Thought I might find you out at your favorite fishing spot.

Yep. Here I am.

I'm sorry for the ambush,

but I was hoping to interview you

for a new piece I'm researching.

Oh, a new exposé for "The Vineyard Gazette"?

Actually, it's something else I have in mind.

I want to do a piece about you.

Me?

Hear me out.

Retired decorated Boston detective

starts a new chapter on Martha's Vineyard,

only to find himself embroiled

in a series of murder investigations.

It's exactly what people on the island--

actually, everywhere--

will want to read.

I don't think so, Jackie.

I want to do a series of--

I think you've put enough of a spotlight on me already.

In fact, I'd feel a whole lot better

if you left my name out of your articles entirely.

Well, I don't think I can.

And I know I can't stop you,

but I had to ask.

Now, if you don't mind.

Okay, Jeff, but don't think this is me giving up.

Never.

The Boston blues were bitin' today!

And you come by to rub my nose in it?

Maybe a little.

But since I hit my limit,

I thought I'd share in the bounty,

bring you a couple fillets.

Oh, why thank you from the bottom of my stomach.

Very generous of you to include the delivery.

Well, actually, I was wondering

if a young woman named Katie Leonard

stopped in to see you today.

No.

Any chance she came by while you were out?

Well...

...it's been a quiet day--

just how I like it, so I haven't left the station.

What's this about?

Can't say, 'cause I don't really know.

You know, she said

she read about me in "The Vineyard Gazette",

thought I could help her,

but she wouldn't say what the problem was.

I'll keep an eye out for you.

And it's no surprise she sought you out.

People trust you, J.W., myself included.

How about a part-time job?

No. Thanks, Chief.

Ah, can't blame me for trying.

I won't hold it against you.

Anyway, I gotta get home.

-Thanks for the fish! -Don't mention it.

We need to talk.

Ohh... okay.

Oh, yeah.

Just a minute!

-Hey! -Hey.

Great timing. Come on in.

As promised.

-Nice choice. -Ohh--

Pinot Gris goes perfect with fish.

What? You know wines?

A bit. In another life.

After my mom got remarried back in Boston,

her and her new husband had a lot of dinner parties.

I always felt a little out of place,

but I picked up a few things.

Well, this looks amazing

and it smells even better.

You really didn't have to go to all this trouble.

No. No trouble.

You know, I just threw a few things together.

Hardly spent any time in the kitchen.

Oh, well, you're the detective,

but the evidence suggests otherwise.

Guilty as charged. I'll be right back.

Okay. I'll open the wine.

You find what you need?

I think so.

Thank you.

Yeah.

So? What should we drink to?

To new beginnings.

How about old flames?

You know, I hate to admit it,

but I don't think I can top a meal like that.

But you're gonna try?

Yeah, maybe. Maybe a picnic.

I do know a charming spot overlooking the ocean.

I can't wait.

I'd... I'd be lying

if I said that I haven't been thinking

about another moment like this between us.

Well, I'd be lying if I said

I hadn't been thinking about kissing you again.

Um...

It's--

It's just that I feel like I need to tell you something.

Okay.

Um...

Zee?

Sorry. Something's wrong.

Come on.

Well, this moped didn't get here by itself.

Jeff, over here.

Oh, no!

It's Katie.

Who?

I met her earlier today at Bob's.

I think I left my phone back at the house.

I'll go call for help.

No, Jeff.

It's too late.

Zee, J.W..

You found the body?

We did.

Her name's Katie Leonard.

That's the woman you were asking about earlier.

Was it an accident?

Unlikely, Chief.

No skid marks on the road, no damage to the moped.

No skin abrasions, no signs of trauma.

It's like she just laid it down and took off in a hurry.

Moped was still running.

-That's odd. -Well, based on

the cyanotic skin around her lips and eyes,

it looks like she had a heart attack.

Heart attack?

How old was she?

20-something.

And it's unusual, but it's not impossible.

Maybe she had an underlying medical condition.

Or something could've caused it.

And what if it was chemical?

Mm-hmm.

Any number of drugs can induce a heart attack.

Yeah, that's true, but I can't be sure

until I've done an autopsy.

With your permission, Chief?

Go right ahead.

No sign of narcotics. Not even prescription meds.

It's not alcohol.

Maybe vinegar?

We should send this over to the lab.

Phone's locked.

I'll have Davis take a look down at the station.

We're gonna need contact information

for next of kin.

"1214 Deer Field Road."

And she's 26.

That's on the other side of the island.

What's she doing all the way over here?

It's possible she came to see me again.

You can't recall anything that might hint

at why she came to see you in the first place?

No. Katie said she was in over her head,

asked for my help.

I told her to go see you, Chief.

Sadly, she didn't.

And a few hours later, she turned up dead?

That's awfully coincidental.

Until we learn different,

I think we have to assume foul play.

Agreed.

Before you have to ask, Chief,

yeah, I'll help you look into it.

I owe her that much.

Appreciate it, J.W..

So where do we start?

Well, Katie said she waited tables

at The Beach House.

Let's see if her co-workers can shed any light

on what she'd gotten herself into.

I can't believe it.

And here I was, angry with her

because she was late for her shift.

Did you know Katie well?

Well, I hired her about a year ago.

I was her boss, but I considered her a friend.

When was the last time you saw her?

At the end of her shift last night.

Come to think of it, she was the last one here.

Claire, um, did Katie mention any personal problems

she might have been dealing with lately?

Well, she and her ex-boyfriend, Glen,

had a stormy relationship.

"Stormy" how?

They seemed to always be at each other's throats.

Fighting.

I figured they were done,

but I guess Katie just didn't know how to get out of it,

and Glen isn't the type to just let her go.

Did she confide in you at all?

I saw it first-hand.

Glen was a cook here.

Was? As in past-tense?

Yeah, he quit night before last.

Huh.

Thank you, Claire.

Glen Eads?

Can I help you?

We'd like to ask you a few questions.

Why's that? Is there a problem?

Not unless you make it one.

We know you did time for forgery--

making fake I.D.s?

Yeah.

But I paid my debt.

That's all behind me now.

Really?

Yeah.

Really.

Glen, we'd rather not

have to do this down at the station.

Sure. Whatever.

Have a seat.

When did you last see Katie Leonard?

The night before last.

The night you quit your job at The Beach House?

Yeah.

She dumped me, so I decided to quit my job

rather than still have to see her every day.

It seemed like a good time for a fresh start

all the way around.

What's this about?

Katie came to see me.

Told me she was in some kind of trouble.

I thought you might know something about that.

Whatever she said about me, it's a lie.

What kind of things do you think she'd say?

Who knows?

When we first started going out,

I thought Katie was the kind of woman that would keep me

on the straight and narrow.

The truth is...

she was just looking out for herself.

How so?

Why don't you ask her?

We can't.

Katie's dead.

Whatever happened to her, I had nothing to do with it.

What makes you think someone had something to do with it?

Well, if her dea... her death was an accident,

we probably wouldn't be having this little talk.

Glen.

Tell us what Katie involved was in.

I don't know.

Now, if you're not gonna charge me with anything,

I have better things to do.

That punk knows more than he's telling us.

Well, without any evidence, I can't take him in.

Let's call it a night, J.W..

Pick it up in the morning,

when we get the autopsy results from Zee.

I'll check in in 10 minutes. Thanks.

Good morning, Zee. You're up early.

I never went to bed,

and now I remember why I avoid all-nighters.

I hear that.

You find anything interesting from the autopsy yet?

Yes, and fasten your seatbelt,

because I did not see this one coming.

You figured out what caused Katie's heart attack?

Based on the discoloration of the bile samples

and the kidney damage,

it's clear she died

because of a highly toxic poison.

Poisoning?

That would explain her laying down the moped

while it was still running.

Mm-hmm.

She was disoriented, wandered off.

Yeah, at which point,

the toxin caused a seizure that stopped her heart.

So you're ruling this a homicide?

Yes. Given the damage to her organs,

I can't imagine such a high toxicity level

would be an accident.

Have you identified the poison?

No, not yet,

but I'll let you know as soon as I do.

All right, well, I'm heading over to the station,

so I'll get your dad up to speed.

Nice work, Zee.

Thanks, Jeff.

Now that it's officially

a murder investigation,

I think we should take a closer look at Glen Eads.

Yeah, it wouldn't surprise me

if whatever illegal activity Katie was into,

he had a hand in as well.

Yeah, we'll pull up whatever we can on the both of them.

In the meantime, Davis has got something to show you.

Davis?

As you know, we have Katie's phone,

but we don't know the password.

And with the privacy settings and new encryptions,

they're impossible to crack.

But notifications will still appear on the lockscreen.

Mm-hmm.

And after she received some texts this morning,

I took some pictures.

That's quick thinking, Davis.

Who's Marty Cline?

Retired history professor.

He's been on the island a couple of years.

That's about all we got on him.

I ran a property records search

and found an address in West Tisbury.

Well, let's go see what Mr. Cline

so "seriously" needed Katie to call him back about.

Mr. Cline?

That's me.

I'm Chief Madieras. This is Jeff Jackson.

We'd like to ask you a few questions.

You came to the wrong place.

"I am the wisest man alive, for I know one thing,

and that is that I know nothing."

Socrates!

I was a professor of Greek history and philosophy,

hence the academic humor.

So, how can I help you?

How do you know Katie Leonard?

Katie?

Well, she works for me part-time,

over in the greenhouse.

She in some kind of trouble?

You could say that.

When was the last time you saw her?

Yesterday.

Did something happen between you two?

Because, according

to the text messages you sent her this morning,

you were "very sorry"

and "really wanted to talk" to her.

Why are you reading my text messages?

We'll get to that in a minute.

Please tell us what happened between the two of you.

Well...

Katie inadvertently used weed killer in some soil

where I'd just planted my heirloom tomatoes.

Seeds cost me a pretty penny, I got upset.

More than I should have.

Over seeds?

They were non-GMO,

open-pollinated Cherokee purples.

But, you know, Katie and I are good friends.

We bonded over both being vegan

and our efforts

to find self-sufficient ways of existing

in this capitalistic, consumer-driven world.

Is that so?

Absolutely.

The goal being harmony with the planet

and everyone in it.

Uh-huh.

Did she mention any disharmony

in her personal life as of late?

No.

But, you know, we don't talk much about our private lives.

If you want to know, why don't you just ask her?

Unfortunately, Katie passed away yesterday.

What?

How?

That's what we're investigating.

It's Zee. She wants us over at the hospital.

Thanks for your time, Mr. Cline.

If there's anything I can do, please ask.

Okey-doke.

So, what do you think of Mr. Green Thumb?

Despite all the shoveling,

I got a strong whiff of manure.

Let's go see what direction Zee can point us in.

Why don't you handle that?

I got to get back to the station.

What'd you find, Doc?

Well, I still haven't identified

the poison that killed Katie.

That's not an easy process.

But I did find this bank receipt.

It was crumpled up in the pocket of her jeans.

How much money do you think a waitress

would have in her bank account?

Living on the island ain't cheap.

Grand or two?

Over $100,000?

That's about the same amount that appeared in my account.

Seems like an unlikely coincidence.

And it's only a few days

after the date on this statement that...

Katie was murdered.

Yes, this is a balance statement

from our bank.

I found that in the pocket of a murder victim,

Katie Leonard.

Did you know her?

Not personally,

but didn't she wait tables at The Beach House?

Yeah.

Now, this is from a corporate account--

a company called "Chesterfield Logistics"--

but Katie's name isn't connected to it in any way.

Why would she have this bank statement?

Yeah, we're wondering the same thing ourselves.

Is there a contact listed for Chesterfield Logistics?

This is a murder investigation, Ms. Cabot.

We're not asking for privileged information,

just a name.

The name on the account is Evelyn Lesco.

I can give you her phone number.

Thank you.

Has my brother been any help?

Noah? Why do you ask?

He owns The Beach House.

It's in a trust, so his name isn't on it,

but he inherited it from our father.

Then we'll be sure to speak with him.

Actually, you just missed him.

He was in depositing last night's bar receipts,

but you might be able to catch him down the street.

He's picking up baked goods for the restaurant.

-Appreciate it. -Thanks.

Oh, Lauren?

I checked last night and my bank balances

are back to normal.

Did you find out what happened, or whose money that was?

Uh...

Now, this is strange.

It looks like the money was transferred from your account

to the Chesterfield Logistics account.

Are-- Are you telling me

that-that Katie had a bank receipt

from the same company

who transferred Zee over $100,000?

Now, how is that possible?

I mean, who-- who exactly made that transfer?

It doesn't say who authorized it.

Well, isn't that a little strange?

I can't explain it,

but we've had ongoing issues

with the system since we upgraded.

I will get I.T. on it right away.

Yeah, well, when you find out what happened,

we're gonna need to know, A.S.A.P.

Thanks so much.

See you again.

Zee!

So glad to see you.

Frankie, this is Jeff Jackson.

Jeff, this is Frankie Walsh

-and Noah Cabot. -Nice to meet you guys.

Same.

How do you know Zee?

Thanks to this lady,

I got the Pendray account.

No, that had nothing

to do with me-- that was your kouign-amann.

You're too kind.

Anything you like, it's on the house.

We actually had a couple questions for Noah.

Oh, yeah?

Start with why he thinks the Red Sox have no shot

at winning the World Series this year.

It's blasphemy!

Spring training hasn't even started yet!

-Exactly! -You know something we don't?

No, I'm with Noah. There's no depth in the bullpen.

A lack of power-- it's a total disaster!

Who can argue with Zee?

If I need help

with my fantasy baseball team, I know who to call.

But, uh, how can I help?

I hear from Claire

you guys are looking into Katie Leonard's death.

The whole thing is just terrible.

Yeah.

When was the last time you saw her?

Maybe a few days ago?

Uh, restaurant pretty much runs itself,

so I try to stay out of the way.

Other than the occasional free meal,

I'm hardly there.

And, of course, to deliver the fresh baked goods?

Right.

Which...

is basically just an excuse to talk baseball with this guy.

Katie's death is such a tragedy.

Did you know her?

Only in passing.

The Beach House was my first client.

She was always so nice every time I stopped in.

Noah, did you know if she was having any personal problems?

No.

Uh, I'm not that close with the staff.

Best to keep things professional.

So you never saw her having any trouble

with her boyfriend, Glen, your cook?

I can't say that I did.

Look, sorry, I gotta go, uh, but please,

keep me updated.

-Sure thing. -Nice to meet you, Jeff.

-You too. -Later, Zee.

Bye.

Frankie.

Now please, you two grab seats

and let me bring you something special.

I gotta say, that cannoli was top notch.

Right? And the coffee?

Bob's got some competition.

You know, I better get going.

I'm gonna be late to meet your dad.

All right, I'll get back to the lab.

All right.

You know, uh...

I haven't forgotten--

you had something to tell me.

Yesterday, on the beach.

Yeah, I haven't either. It can wait.

Jackie, to what do I owe this honor?

Jeff, I'm glad I caught you. You got a minute?

Not really.

It's about a bank robbery in Boston.

The suspect at large has the same M.O.

as a bank robber named Gavin Parks--

also known as ".38 Special".

If this is tied to your old case in Boston--

Uh, Jackie, I'm-I'm running a little late right now.

I'm gonna need to call you back.

Okay.

All right.

You've reached Detective Andy Lau, Boston PD.

Please leave a message.

Hey, Andy. It's Jeff Jackson.

Call me when you get this.

Got the keys to Katie's place right here.

Great.

All we dug up so far

is that Katie moved to the island at 18.

Worked various hospitality jobs since then,

and her former employers all speak really highly of her.

No record, no trouble with the law.

Hello?

Oh!

Myrna?

Duncan?

What are you doing, sneaking up on me like that?

I'm here on official business.

What are you doing in here?

I've property managed these bungalows for years.

You're the landlord?

Landlord, resident, handywoman--

I do it all.

Uh, Myrna De Longpre, Jeff Jackson.

Roosevelt's son?

I heard you were moving into your father's place.

Nice to finally meet you.

Nice to meet you too.

So, Myrna, do you live on site?

A few bungalows down.

And did you get to know Katie well?

I did. Aw, she was such a light.

My friend, Lydia, she volunteers at the hospital,

and her friend, Hilda, does admin at the morgue,

and that's how I found out the news.

I mean, what a shame.

W-Why are you in her apartment?

Violet!

And who's Violet?

Katie's cat!

I realized that cat hasn't been fed,

must be starving, terrified,

so I just took the liberty.

I mean, I still haven't found her, though.

Oh, but she's got plenty of food for the week.

Oh...

"Seafood Mango Surprise." Delicious.

Myrna? Can you tell me what all this is?

Katie made her own kombucha.

-Ah. -Should I know what that is?

A fermented tea.

Helps promote a healthy bacteria in your gut.

My gut says "no, thanks."

Well, if I do say so,

Duncan, you're looking quite fit without it.

Well, thank you.

I know that smell.

Did she make this for anyone else?

Did she sell it?

No. Not that I know of.

So Katie drank all this kombucha herself?

Every day, like clockwork.

She said it changed her life.

Gave her more energy, clearer head.

I mean, soon, she was completely devoted to it.

I mean, the works--

from everything she ate, to the make-up she used--

cruelty-free, all that.

Chief... I think we should step out of the bungalow.

Why? What's happened?

This could be where Katie was poisoned,

which would make this apartment a crime scene.

Come on, Myrna.

-Call Zee. -Yep.

Okay. So...

we know the poison that killed Katie

was water hemlock.

The samples from the jar we found in her backpack

tested positive for coniine,

which is the active ingredient in the plant.

So I compared that with Katie's blood samples

and we got a match...

but everything in the apartment is testing negative.

So someone who knew Katie's daily routine

spiked her kombucha...

but it didn't necessarily happen here.

Yeah. Exactly.

Kombucha is our murder weapon.

That's a first.

You said water hemlock?

How common is that plant?

It's native to the Vineyard

and you can extract the poison

from the flowers, the stems, or the roots.

Is it hard to make?

With a little research,

probably pretty much anyone could do it.

We should talk to Myrna again,

and the rest of Katie's neighbors,

find out if they saw anything,

or anyone, unusual around the bungalows.

Excuse me.

Andy.

Hey, Jeff. Look, I know why you've been calling,

but we can't talk about this right now.

The guy you've been after could be the one who shot me.

Look, I know what this means to you, Jeff.

Then tell me what's going on.

All I can say is that a confidential informant

gave me a lead on a suspect.

I'm gonna check it out tonight.

Okay. How about I meet you?

No chance, Jeff.

I'll let you know

if anything pans out,

but in the meantime, you just gotta trust me.

Right.

Hey, is everything okay?

Yeah.

No, actually.

-Uh... -Do you want to talk about it?

I got to go.

I got to take a quick trip to Boston,

but could you tell your father I should be back later tonight?

Yeah, of course.

-All right, thanks. -Yeah.

Really, Jeff?

I'm on a stakeout.

-Yeah, no kidding. -Get in the car!

God.

How did you find me?

I staked out Donovan's and tailed you.

You've gotten a little too predictable, my friend.

What are you doing here?

Well, the last time I got a tip on a bank robber,

it didn't go so well.

Thought you could use some backup.

But the real question is, why are you holding out on me?

Because it's too personal for you, Jeff.

And you're not a cop anymore.

You sure there's nothing more to it?

I'm sure.

I'm also sure you shouldn't be here right now.

Just like old times.

Hey. Is that him?

Yeah, that's McDonough.

Well, he just made us.

-You sure? -Let's move!

Hey!

Back!

Now!

All right, stay behind me.

Jeff, wait here.

-Kelly!

Ah!

Get on your knees.

Hands behind your head!

Cuff him, Andy.

Hands.

Come on. Get up.

Keith McDonough, you're under arrest.

Do I know you?

I don't know. Do you?

I think it looks good. Yeah.

-Hey. -Almost ready?

Yes. Thanks for calling. How's everything at the Pendray?

Good, good.

Although we do seem to be missing a robe or two.

Ooh. Maybe you need a good hotel detective.

Are you available?

Oh, my plate is full.

Ah, that's a shame.

And how are things outside of work?

Fine. They're fine.

Dinner with Jeff was very nice.

Hmm!

Yeah. Most of the time, when we're together,

things are simple and easy,

and sometimes they get a little complicated.

Oh. Why?

Is mixing work and play too much?

I hadn't thought about it like that,

but no, I don't think that's the problem.

So, there is a problem?

Just that Jeff has some baggage that's unresolved,

but who doesn't, right?

You have every right to be guarded

after what "he who will not be named" did to you.

Once bitten, twice shy, for sure.

Lady, the world is yours to conquer,

and there's no reason to rush into anything

before you're absolutely ready.

Thanks for saying that.

Well, it needed to be said.

Also, um, congrats

on officially becoming the island's Medical Examiner.

Thank you.

That's coming with its own frustrations.

We have leads in the case,

but we still don't have a motive for the murder.

Well, if running a hotel has taught me anything,

it's that no one's immune to temptation.

I'll keep that in mind.

Whoever they are, they better watch their step,

'cause Zee Madieras is on the case.

That's right!

Takes a brave man to drink the local brew.

Well, if it ain't been sitting in the pot since morning,

what's the point?

I heard you took down McDonough.

Nice work.

It's, uh, Webber, right?

Yeah, Sergeant Paul Webber.

You're Detective Jeff Jackson.

Retired.

Which begs the question,

what were you doing at that stakeout?

It's personal.

McDonough and I may have some history.

Goes back to another case.

Yeah, I read the file.

You did?

And why's that?

Three years ago,

I crashed my patrol car chasing a petty thief--

shattered my femur.

Now I ride a desk

and work on cold cases in my spare time.

Yours is quite interesting.

And what do you find so interesting about it?

Hey, we both got sidelined before our time.

It's no mystery what happened to me,

so I've been able to make peace with it.

I expect you want the same.

Well, maybe today's the day I get it.

I hope you do.

Listen, Jackson, if you need anything,

you call me.

You got a friend here.

Thanks, Sergeant.

I'm gonna go sit in on Lau's interrogation,

so if you don't mind.

You can watch from here.

Oh, come on, Andy.

A little good cop/bad cop, just like the old days?

You know I can't let you in there,

but I'll crack him.

Just get me the truth.

I gotcha.

Detective Lau?

That's me.

-And you are? -A problem.

Amanda Peterson. FBI.

Great, so how about you two get to know each other,

while I do my interrogation?

Oh, not so fast, Lau.

Keith McDonough is mine now

and I will be conducting the interrogation,

once he's been moved into Federal custody.

Whoa. Agent Peterson--

And I'll be lucky

if a judge doesn't toss the arrest

on the grounds

that a civilian unlawfully apprehended him.

Can we start over?

I got this guy on bank robbery charges.

I'm sorry, he's under FBI jurisdiction now.

How about we just give Detective Lau

10 minutes with him, then he's all yours?

McDonough has deeper ties to bigger fish.

That is my priority.

Here's a transfer authorization.

This case and this suspect now belong to me.

How did she even know we had McDonough in custody?

I don't know.

But one thing's for sure--

she doesn't want us talking to him.

Dang it!

Engine trouble?

Among other things.

Patience plus a little TLC

is the winning formula for workhorses like those.

Or I could just give up,

sell this old girl, and buy myself a canoe.

Why would you do that?

Just to keep things simple, I guess.

You know, J.W...

I suspect

that fixing up your father's boat is...

complicated.

Well, aren't you all full of wisdom?

I've been around a time or two.

You know, uh...

all the things left unsaid after my dad passed,

my life back in Boston...

I want to put it all behind me, but...

somehow, I just can't.

You know, I remember when Roosevelt bought this boat.

He was lucky he didn't sink it

just sailing it into this marina.

I had to ask

why he got himself a project boat

that was gonna do nothing but eat up money and time.

What'd he say?

He thought maybe...

...y-you'd work on it together,

because he knew

it wasn't just the boat that needed fixing,

and now, here you are,

hoping to find the same connection.

Listen, J.W.,

some things can be repaired,

but not everything that's broken can be mended,

and that's okay.

You can still find a way to move on.

Yeah. Yeah.

Maybe you're right.

But I know you didn't

come all the way over here just to tell me all that.

Ah, we got Katie Leonard's phone records.

And you found something interesting?

Yeah, the last call she made

pinged off a tower right in front of the station.

So she was there, but she didn't go in?

Yeah, unfortunately.

She might still be alive if she had.

Who'd she call?

Oh, that's the interesting part.

Noah Cabot.

Funny he didn't mention that when I spoke to him yesterday.

Well, maybe somebody should ask him about that.

Are you coming?

Yeah.

-I didn't lie.

You didn't tell the truth.

Noah.

What did you and Katie talk about?

Katie said she was in trouble.

She wanted money and I told her I couldn't help her like that.

Did she say what the money was for?

No, and I didn't ask.

Well, it's awfully convenient

you didn't tell us that yesterday

when you were offering to help.

I didn't think it mattered

and I thought it'd look suspicious.

Well, how do you think it looks not telling us about it?

Why are you so nervous, Noah?

I...

I'm taking my sister to court over my dad's will.

And what's that have to do with Katie?

Nothing! I-I just figured I ought to distance myself

from whatever trouble she was messed up in.

It's hard to see him as a suspect

when we don't have a motive.

What's really bothering me is we still haven't

nailed down Katie's connection

to the Chesterfield Logistics bank account.

Have you heard back from the contact Lauren gave us

at the bank?

Evelyn Lesco?

I have tried Ms. Lesco several times.

No response.

I'll run her name through the system.

Let's see what there is to...

see.

Well, that's strange.

What is?

No picture available.

Not even a DMV photo.

And her name doesn't appear in any searches whatsoever,

except those associated with Chesterfield Logistics.

How is that possible?

It's like, until a few months ago,

there was no Evelyn Lesco.

Financial records are private.

I can't start violating our clients' trust

by handing over their data without due process.

Okay, but she may not even exist.

But you haven't proven she doesn't.

Well, in that case, Ms. Cabot,

if your client is breaking the law,

you have a duty to help us.

Of course!

Which law has Evelyn Lesco broken?

We'd be able to answer your question

if we could look at the records.

And I believe that's called a catch-22,

but the burden is on you, not me or the bank.

Lauren, you can't deny that the financial activity

related to Chesterfield Logistics looks shady.

And the fact that Katie had that bank receipt

means she was somehow connected,

maybe even drawn in, unwittingly.

What would you have me do?

Look, to open the account,

Ms. Lesco would

have to physically come into the bank, correct?

Correct. We'd need to see I.D. and articles of incorporation.

And when was the account opened?

Three months ago.

Okay, well, I'm pretty sure it's industry standard

to keep video surveillance for at least six months.

Let's take a look at the day she came into your bank.

Okay. Now, that I can approve.

Here we go.

Chesterfield Logistics

was the only new corporate account

opened that day.

That's our corporate desk.

So that must be Ms. Lesco.

Do you have another angle?

I'd like to get a screen grab

so we can positively identify her.

That can't be.

Zoom in, please.

Katie and Evelyn are the same person?

What does this mean?

I guess Katie was in deeper than we thought.

So, Katie was a front for Chesterfield Logistics?

Exactly.

Though we have no idea what the company does.

Right now, all we have is her using a false identity

to open a bank account,

and we know who has a history of fake I.D.s.

Glen Eads.

Even if he and Katie were broken up,

were they still working together?

Could Chesterfield Logistics be some sort of scam?

We're looking to bring Glen in for questioning.

Chief had a patrol car swing by his place,

but no sign of him.

Put out an A.P.B..

Okay, so here's what we know.

It looks like Katie committed fraud.

Mm-hmm. -Glen Eads is missing,

and there's just a big question mark

around Chesterfield Logistics,

and, eventually, we have to tie in

the water hemlock-poisoned kombucha.

Yeah, it seems like such an unusual

and kind of old-fashioned choice of poison.

Yeah, you're right.

It's very old.

The Ancient Greek philosopher Socrates chose to drink hemlock

when he was sentenced to death in the 5th century B.C..

And a professor of Greek history

would certainly know that.

Zee, I think it's time you met Marty Cline.

What was that?

I don't know.

Dr. Cline?

Hey! You can't be in here!

Something you don't want us to see?

Are these Laotian slipper orchids ?

This is private property.

Leave now or I will call the cops.

Or maybe we'll call U.S. Fish and Wildlife,

because, from what I know, these orchids are illegal.

Okay, wait.

How about we talk this out?

Oh, I think we should.

Okay, let's, uh, go up to the house.

After you.

Now, we knew that Katie was involved

in some sort of criminal enterprise,

but I can't say

that orchid smuggling would have been my first guess.

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

My orchids are merely a hobby.

If I'm not mistaken,

the orchids in your greenhouse are illegally sourced,

and worth thousands on the black market.

No, this is ridiculous.

Now here's what else we know, Dr. Cline.

Katie was a front for a dummy corporation,

one that would be

the perfect vehicle for you to launder the money you get

from selling those flowers.

That's an absolute farce.

Well, what's not a farce

is that Katie was helping you care for these orchids.

And after your little falling out,

I think her conscience got the better of her

and she wanted to come clean.

But you couldn't let her do that, could you?

You can't be serious.

As serious as poisoned kombucha.

The autopsy found water hemlock in Katie's blood.

Your idea of poetic justice, Professor?

I mean, you'd be able to recognize water hemlock

and you'd know it's deadly.

And being a fellow vegan,

you would know better than anyone

about Katie's homemade kombucha habit.

I did not poison Katie!

I mean, why would I have sent her a text that morning

if I'd killed her?

Oh, I don't know, to try and create

an alibi for yourself after the fact?

I refuse to debate the plausibility of this

because I did not murder her!

Refuse to debate all you want.

You won't be required to testify at your trial for murder either.

Okay, wait.

Yes, I trade in orchids.

I can't afford to live on the Vineyard on my pension.

And yes, Katie ruined my seedlings,

but all I did was reprimand her!

It's true.

She even apologized,

said she was distracted,

she was under a lot of stress lately.

What kind of stress?

She said

she was having money troubles and they'd gotten out of hand.

I offered to help, but she refused.

She said she didn't want to take "any more dirty money".

Do you believe his story?

It's plausible,

but we can't rule him out just yet.

So we have a retired history professor

trafficking in illegal orchids,

a low-life ex-cook with a shady reputation,

an untraceable corporate bank account,

a victim with an alias...

and poisoned kombucha.

I wish there was a way to know

what Katie really wanted to say when she got in touch with you.

Chief?

Glen Eads's car was spotted in a public lot

half a mile from his place on the water.

Guess he doesn't want us to know to know he's home.

Let's go pick him up.

We'll head around back.

Sounds like he's got company.

Door's open.

Stay here.

This is the police!

Glen Eads...

stand up slowly.

Hands in the air.

We're not playing games, Glen.

Well, it's no mystery as to the cause of death.

It's a single gunshot wound to the chest.

How long has he been dead?

Based on rigor and lividity,

I'd say roughly 12 hours.

Glen's been M.I.A. since night before last.

So who was he hiding from?

Us...

or Katie's killer?

Somebody was devoted to his trade.

I don't think so.

What was he doing?

Definitely wasn't clipping recipes.

Hey, Chief!

We're gonna need copies of all these magazines.

Okay. Um...

"pay..."

"pay me"--

Hundred...

100K.

Mm-hmm.

-"Pay me 100--" -Mm-hmm.

"Pay me 100K...

-or..." -I've got an "I".

"Or-- Or I... go to...

the... cops."

Blackmail.

I guess whoever Glen was blackmailing

didn't like his options.

Thank you.

So who was Glen blackmailing?

And if the 100K was paid to Glen and Katie

through Chesterfield Logistics,

why'd they both end up dead?

Well, you said

that Katie wanted to come clean when she met you,

so maybe she knew things were going south.

Maybe.

But I didn't listen.

That's not really something thing I do, is it?

Look.

I have feelings for you.

"But"?

Go ahead.

You sure?

Yeah, of course.

Andy?

Hey, Jeff.

Look, I called in some favors

and I got permission to question McDonough tomorrow afternoon.

That's great. I'll fly over in the morning.

I figured there was

no keeping you away.

Meet me at

the Federal holding facility at noon.

I'll be there. Thanks, Andy.

Sorry about that.

-Yeah. -Where were we?

Is everything all right?

Yeah, yeah.

Andy's just questioning McDonough tomorrow and...

And you want to be there.

I have to be.

-Yeah. -I need the truth.

You know, I can't keep carrying this around with me.

Enough about me.

You were saying?

Jeff, we both have a lot on our minds.

Maybe we can talk when you get back.

Just focus on Boston. Go do what you need to do.

Thanks.

Yeah.

Oh, that's me.

This is Webber.

Sergeant Webber, it's Jeff Jackson.

Jackson! Hey!

Hey, man, sorry to hear about your case.

I hear the Feds stepped in.

They did,

but we're gonna get our shot at him tomorrow afternoon.

Listen, I was looking for some information

I can't seem to get access to as a private citizen.

Well, what do you need?

Well, I got McDonough's rap sheet in front of me,

and it was full of felony B-and-E's,

and a few misdemeanors I'm sure were knocked down.

But I'm looking for more on his known associates,

specifically a "Gavin Parks".

Can you get into his arrest records?

Well, let's take a look.

Yeah, looks like McDonough was picked up a few times

as the prime

in a series of jewelry store smash-and-grabs,

but he was cut loose

and brought in alone.

Can you tell me who the arresting officers were?

Mm... yeah.

Just a sec.

Well, all the arrests were made

by the same officer-- your buddy.

You-- You mean Andy?

Yeah, Andy Lau.

You know, this was only four years ago.

He didn't mention that they have a history?

No, he didn't.

Huh.

All right. Thanks, Sergeant.

Not sure how long I'll have,

but, hopefully, I get you what you need.

Okay, well, there's something I need to understand first.

How come you didn't tell me you'd arrested McDonough before?

And on more than one occasion.

Are you looking into my arrest records?

No, I was looking into his.

But the point is, you ain't playing straight with me.

Why didn't you mention it?

Because I'm watching out for you.

Okay, well, sometimes, it doesn't seem like it.

I'm trying to keep you at arm's length

to protect you.

Protect me? From what?

Something about your shooting doesn't feel right.

Someone with juice is pulling strings,

hiding the truth.

Someone with connections.

And I don't want you in the cross hairs again.

Thanks, but I'll take my chances.

And if you were me, you'd do the same thing.

I'm sorry.

From now on, all cards on the table.

Good.

I'm here to question Keith McDonough.

Hang on.

A few minutes ago, there was an incident.

Keith McDonough is dead.

You sure?

What happened?

He was found unresponsive in his cell.

That's all we know right now.

This can't be a coincidence.

No.

And whoever's behind it

has more reach and power than we ever imagined.

Jackson. Lau.

What happened?

This is a Federal facility. Why don't you tell us?

I don't like what you're implying, Jackson.

I'm not implying anything.

I'm saying, Special Agent Peterson,

that this happened on your watch.

And I'll get to the bottom of it.

Go back to your island, Jackson.

It seems that wherever you go, trouble follows.

Hey! How was Boston?

Let's just say it's good to be back.

So, whatcha got?

Warrants came through.

Chesterfield Logistics' bank records.

showed payments from only one source--

The Beach House,

so we met with Claire

and we got the financial records for The Beach House.

And guess what? Claire insisted

she had no knowledge of any transactions

with Chesterfield Logistics.

And according to these ledgers, Claire's not lying.

There is not a single payment to Chesterfield Logistics

in here.

Unless someone's cooking the books,

somehow finding a way to hide those transactions.

When we went to see Claire,

she said that Katie left the restaurant abruptly

that night.

If Katie was thinking of coming clean,

maybe she'd gotten proof.

Well, let's say she did.

Where is it?

I mean, I doubt she would come to see Jeff empty-handed.

Well, we didn't find anything like that in Katie's backpack.

But...

maybe we missed something.

We keep hearing that Katie only uses

cruelty-free, Earth-friendly products, right?

So?

So this is not.

A hidden thumb drive.

Zee, you're a genius.

This is a second set of books.

Payments to Chesterfield Logistics

are all here.

We thought Chesterfield Logistics

was laundering the orchid money,

but, instead, it looks like it's receiving cash

that's being laundered through The Beach House.

Just begs the question still--

whose money is that?

Exactly.

Because they're willing to kill to keep it.

Well, given what we know about the restaurant

and the Cabot family feud over Vineyard Island Bank...

We need to have another chat with Noah Cabot.

Oh, yeah.

Come on.

Okay. I'll tell him.

So, my dad says that Noah's not at his house,

but there were signs of a hasty exit,

and he's still not answering his phone.

Well, if Noah's making a run for it,

he's gonna want to stop here.

I mean, Katie copied those files from somewhere,

and my guess is that they're still on the office computer.

Come on. Stay close.

Whatcha cookin', Noah?

Stay back!

Take it easy, Noah.

There's no reason for anyone else to get hurt.

I had nothing to do with Katie's death!

Then come down to the station

and tell the Chief the whole story.

Right, like it's that easy.

Noah, running is only gonna make it worse.

Running is the only choice I have!

I know it seems like that right now but--

You don't understand!

I came here the night before Katie died

to warn her to not mess with those people,

and the next day, when we spoke,

I told her to leave town!

But she decided to come clean with you,

and she didn't make it.

Give us names, Noah.

I paid off Glen when he blackmailed me,

but I didn't kill him!

I warned Katie.

And now they're both dead,

and I don't wanna be next.

Okay, well, let us help you.

Y-You can't.

It's too late.

Noah!

Noah...

Noah!

We need to get him to the E.R..

About 15 minutes.

We're just leaving The Beach House.

I did. I called Dr. Lo, and she's--

J.W., you believe what he told you,

about not killing Katie and Glen?

If he really did pay off Glen and warn Katie,

but he seems to be more afraid of whoever he's in business with

than going to jail.

Hmm. We need to convince him we can keep him safe,

get him to talk.

Okay, so I called a neurosurgeon in

to meet Noah in the E.R.

But with an injury like this,

he's unlikely to wake up any time soon.

And our killer could be long gone by then.

One London Fog and the usual.

Thank you.

Thanks for this.

My pleasure.

-You wanna sit here? -Sure.

Zee! Jeff.

Hey.

Hey. I heard about everything at The Beach House last night.

How is Noah Cabot doing?

Uh, he's stable, but he's still unconscious.

Oh, no.

And we still don't know who his accomplice is,

so unless Noah wakes up, we're out of leads.

I have known Noah a long time and I have to admit,

I'm shocked that he's involved in something like this.

Well, I used to date one of his friends and...

not to speak out of school,

but the rumor was that Noah once had a serious gambling problem.

How serious?

He didn't just owe money,

there was some kind of trouble with the law.

His dad had to step in to make it go away.

But we ran Noah's name in the Vineyard PD database

and his record came up clean.

Unless it happened in another jurisdiction.

I saw Noah wearing a Belcourt College sweatshirt

at the bank.

That-- That's in Providence.

So he went to college in Rhode Island.

We should get back to the station

and do some more digging.

Thanks, Britt.

Talk soon.

Right.

Glad I could help.

So you think Noah was using The Beach House

to launder profits from gambling?

I do.

But not how I thought.

It says Noah was arrested in Providence for bookmaking.

Then he wasn't making bets, he was taking them.

So, instead of being the gambler,

he was the casino?

Exactly. And I'm sure

an elite private school like Belcourt

has no shortage of trust fund kids like Noah

with money to burn.

Now, it says here they were trying to tie Noah

to a big-time bookie named Donny Callahan.

Well, if Noah's back to being a bookie,

that would explain all the money coming in

and why he'd have to launder it through the restaurant.

But it still leaves us with the question--

whose money is backing him now?

Right down on the end there, please.

Why am I here?

I should be at the hospital with my brother.

We won't keep you any longer than we have to,

okay, Lauren?

Here's the problem.

Noah was using The Beach House

to launder illicit gambling profits,

which he then funneled into Chesterfield Logistics.

Don't act so surprised. You knew about it.

If I was helping him launder money,

I could lose the bank!

There's no way I would be part of that.

We talked to your father's probate lawyer.

We know that Noah's exclusion from any interest in the bank

is based upon a morals clause.

If he keeps his nose clean, he gets half,

if he gets caught gambling again,

he gets nothing.

You put $100,000 into Zee's account--

threw up a flare to get Zee's attention,

get us asking questions.

But your brother was in deeper than you thought.

Since Dad died,

I felt it was on me to look out for him.

He has a terrible addiction and I thought he could beat it.

All I was trying to do was help him.

Okay, then help us.

Whose money is Noah laundering?

I don't know.

All I know is that, about four months ago,

before all this started,

he spent a few weekends in Providence.

Well, that's not much to go on.

But you gotta think it's gonna be someone from Noah's past.

I think you'd be right.

How'd it go?

Never a dull moment.

Just playing on a hunch here,

but I-- I think we need to find out what happened

to Donny Callahan.

Webber.

Sergeant Webber, Jeff Jackson again.

Got another favor to ask.

Yeah, shoot.

Have you heard of a Donny Callahan

out of Providence?

A bookie?

Callahan? Hmm...

Let me see what I can find out.

Zee! Always a pleasure to see your smiling face.

Aw, likewise.

Where's your beau?

He's at the hospital.

Ohh. Any news about Noah?

I hear he was hurt bad.

Yeah, he's getting a lot better.

The Chief and Jeff

are gonna talk to him right away, actually.

Good, good.

What can I get you?

Uh, these look good.

These are my favorite.

Do you need to get that?

No.

It can wait.

Crème brûlée.

Mm!

-Uh, it looks important.

You might be right.

Listen close, Noah.

You better keep your mouth shut.

If I go down, you go down with me.

Do you hear me?

Harsh words...

for such an old friend.

Who is this?

Someone who knows all about starting over.

Hey, Frankie.

Or should I say Donny?

Donny Callahan?

What kind of prank is this, Jeff?

It's not funny.

You got that right.

Two murders are no laughing matter.

But that's nothing for a man of your reputation.

I think you have me confused with someone else.

Oh, do I?

The hair's changed,

you shaved the beard,

and I suspect

all the baking's to account for the extra pounds,

but that's still you.

Courtesy of a friend at the Boston PD.

You guys are nuts.

No, we figure

that when Rhode Island legalized sports betting,

your business as a bookmaker took a fatal hit.

You needed an exit strategy--

a way to legitimize all the gambling money

you'd made over the years.

So you just reinvented yourself as Frankie Walsh,

the amiable baker.

Now, your old pal, Noah,

had a successful restaurant--

the perfect place

through which to launder the millions in cash

you had stashed in your retirement fund,

all without alerting the I.R.S..

And it was working,

until Katie's boyfriend

stuck his nose where it didn't belong.

At which point Katie wanted out,

but you couldn't risk her talking, could you?

And when Glen finally turned up,

you took him out, too,

for good measure.

Sure we can't work something out?

I don't think so.

Such a shame,

'cause I kinda like you,

and you, Zee,

you're such a sweetheart.

But so it goes.

You okay?

I'm good.

Come on.

Hey!

It's still warm.

I'm guessing he has access to a boat,

planning to make a run for the mainland.

Zee, why don't you stay with the patrol cars,

call us on the radio if you see anything.

Come on. Be careful.

He might be armed.

Where's Jeff?

Oh!

You should've stayed in retirement, Jeff.

Ahh!

J.W.!

Get up!

On your knees.

You okay?

Just great.

You mind if I do the honors?

Get up!

So this is your charming picnic spot

overlooking the ocean?

Yeah, with a twist.

I love it.

You okay?

What do you got in that thing, a five-course meal?

Well, I know how much you like to eat.

That's true.

So, listen.

This got built up more than it needed to, but...

...what I was gonna say on the beach--

...was that you want to take things slow between us?

How did you guess?

Yeah, I mean, I know you have a lot on your plate.

Some things are unresolved.

And...

when it comes to relationships,

I'm...

still a little gun-shy.

Yeah.

So am I.

I just don't want to get hurt again.

I get that.

But I want you to know

that there's nothing more important to me

than keeping you safe.

I'm not gonna let anyone I care about get hurt again.

That's good to know.

And I know I may seem

a little emotionally unavailable sometimes,

but I do know

that if I wanna build the life that I want,

here on the island...

I'm gonna need to make peace with my past.

Yeah, I hope you do.

And, in the meantime, you have work to do

because you owe me

a successful voyage on "The Remedy".

That I do.

That I do.

So here's to us...

getting back out on the water.