The Glades (2010–2013): Season 1, Episode 12 - Exposed - full transcript

Going down?

Come on, babe.

You know I hate this part.

Well, it's not
any easier for me.

Ah...

I really don't deserve you.

Mm-hmm.

I'll see you
when I see you.

Senator Chapman.

So good to see you.

Another late-night
strategy session, huh?



Who with this time,
Senator?

Sorry.
Skipped lunch.

Trying to lose 15 pounds
so I can fit in my tux.

Yeah, no.
That's good.

My sister-in-law's
getting married.

And what's
with the "uh, good"?

What?

Extra weight
reduces life expectancy.

A little extra weight.

If I want to increase
my life expectancy,

I need to lose
the 180 pounds behind the wheel.

Those are the pounds that are
gonna give me a heart attack.

Now, that's just hurtful,
Carlos.

She came out of the hotel,



but she wasn't
a registered guest.

Not sure
what she was doing.

I think I know someone
who does.

Hey.

So, I'm out front
Jeff's school

to pick him up and take him
to his grandma's.

Okay.

You do know what
I'm talking about, right?

I do, yeah.

But you can't talk
right now.

Not really.
Hey, am I on Bluetooth?

Yeah.

So, I'm kind of like K.I.T.T.
on "Knight Rider," huh?

More like Jim in my keya.

Listen, Raiford's
a 3-hour drive,

so I should be in there
for about an hour with Ray.

Unless -- I don't know --
he has some reaction

to my wanting a divorce
I'm not counting on,

I should be back
around 10:00.

10:00. Got it.

Hey, um...

Are you okay?

Yeah.

I am.

Completely.

I'll call you
when I'm on my way back?

Yeah. I'll be waiting.

Well, you're in a good mood all of a sudden.
I am not.

Call Jeff.

Yo, yo.
Leave a message, all right?

Jeff, I'm outside school,
waiting for you.

Where are you?
Call me right back.

Jeff?

No, ma'am.
This is Officer Rabello.

It's about your son.

My son?
What's wrong?

I'm at school here
to pick him up.

He's not at school.

He's here
at Raiford Correctional.

What?!
Took the bus.

Got here half an hour ago.

Oh, my God.
I -- is he okay?

He's fine.

He says he's here
to see his dad.

I just took him
to see his dad.

No, actually, I guess
that's been like two months now.

None of my business,
ma'am,

but it seems to me

like you and your son
have some things to talk about.

Yeah.

Some say
I don't play well with others.

I was a damn good Detective
in Chicago

until a disagreement
with my boss

encouraged me to pack it up
and make a change.

So I put the Windy City
in my rearview

and headed
to the Sunshine State

to kick back, play some golf,
work on my tan,

maybe write the occasional
speeding ticket.

Yeah, well...

That didn't work out.

The Glades 1x12
Exposed
Original Air Date on September 26, 2010

Chloe Perkins
custom jewelry.

Looks like she modeled
her own stuff.

It's nice.

It's a little too showy
for my taste.

Oh, you sure?

She doesn't have
a cellphone.

Who doesn't have a cellphone
these days?

Maybe she left it at her place
or in her car.

"Office
of Senator Donald Chapman."

All right, it's a little late
for mouth-to-mouth,

don't you think?

It's burnt almonds.

Thought I smelled
something.

As in cyanide poisoning?

That's my guess.

Daniel.

Your hunch was right.

Weekly Insider Online

already has photos of the victim
lying in the back of the hotel,

and you'll never guess who
they caught exiting the front.

Senator Donald Chapman.

Okay, how did you --
thanks.

Dude.

Get some good photos?

Good enough.

Yeah. Good enough
for the front page.

Kind of macabre,
don't you think?

You saw the masthead,
right?

She was dead.
There was nothing I could do.

Well, certainly not when
you're uploading your photos

to your online edition.

You're...Owen DeMarco?

Yeah. That's right.

Do you know miss Perkins?

Never met her.

How'd you know she
and the Senator would be here?

I guess
I just got lucky.

Yeah, I'd say so.

So, what can you tell me

that anyone with a computer
doesn't already know?

Hey, look, I thought the Senator
was having an affair,

so I've been following him,
trying to catch him red-handed.

I guess I just...
Got one better than that.

Yeah.

Who's your source?

Don't have a source.

And if I did,
which I totally don't,

they'd be protected
by the shield law.

I know you know that.

Okay.
Hey!

Sources are protected.
Photos aren't.

Looks like someone was
in too much of a hurry

to hit the chocolates.
Hmm.

Don't eat the evidence.

Funny.

Cyanide?

I can't tell.

Bottle's empty.

Can't tell if there was cyanide
in this glass...

...Or if it was
just really bad wine.

Either one will kill you.

I could smell it
on our victim

'cause it was in her lungs
when she died,

which aspirates
during rigor.

Okay.
Bag and tag it.

Got it.

Stay.

Take a deep breath.

Is it that bad?

See for yourself.

I've seen the Internet stories
and the pictures.

Well, all of South Florida
has already seen them.

Are you sure it's me that
should be taking a deep breath?

State Senator Chapman could be
the next Governor of Florida.

His wife, Stephanie Chapman,
is the niece of a Senator

and the granddaughter
of a former Governor.

They're the closest thing to royalty
we have here in Florida.

We're talking serious power
and influence.

Okay.
No, not okay.

The Senator's office has already contacted
the State Attorney General,

who personally
contacted me.

If you want to speak
to Senator Chapman,

you have to go
through his lawyers.

Got it.
Have you?

That is better.
Let's go.

Okay.

This is
their weekend place?

They must have
some weekends.

The royalty like their homes.

About as much
as I like my job,

so don't be dragging me
into one of your routines.

Hi.
Detective Longworth, FDLE.

This is my partner,
Dr. Sanchez.

Does anybody know
you two are here?

Any anybody you mean
in particular?

There you go.

Because I believe
we have an understanding

that's been communicated to your superior.
Right.

But I'm guessing you've had a heart-to-heart
with your husband now.

If he's claiming innocence
in Chloe Perkins' death

and you truly believe him,

the best thing you can do
is let us in.

Because you're looking out
for our best interests.

'Cause the sooner
I solve the case,

the sooner it's off
the front page.

See?
Come on in.

Thank you.

You have guests.

The FDLE.

I thought we agreed.

I thought I'd unilaterally
change our agreement.

How's it feel?

I guess
I had that coming.

Yeah, it's all fun and games
till someone gets hurt.

I never meant to hurt anybody.
That's the God's honest truth.

How'd you and Chloe meet?

I saw her work.

I hired her to make a ring
for Stephanie's birthday.

Oh, that was thoughtful
of you.

The ring, I mean,
not the affair.

How long have you and Chloe
known each other?

About three months.
We were just winding it down.

Well, nothing says
winding it down

like a lethal dose
of cyanide.

I didn't poison her.

Well, you were the last one
with her.

I guess I'm just
having a hard time believing

that you don't know
anything about this.

Listen...

I know this is...

Not an okay thing
to ask,

and I don't want you to perceive
this as stonewalling, but...

Ohh.

...I really need
to lie down.

Are you experiencing
a rapid heart rate?

Yeah.

Very hot.

And...Having a hard time
breathing.

What's going on?

If I'm right --
cyanide poisoning.

911.
What is your emergency?

Yeah, this is
Dr. Carlos Sanchez,

Chief Medical Examiner
with the FDLE.

I'm at the house
of State Senator Chapman.

He's been poisoned
with cyanide.

Instruct the EMTs
to bring amyl nitrite now.

Now!

Hold on, Senator.
Hold on.

Radio ahead.

Let the E.R. know
we need a cyanokit ready.

He'll need sodium nitrite
as soon as he gets there, too.

Let's start an I.V.
Get him ready.

Is he gonna be okay?

We'll give him something at the hospital
to counteract the poison.

I'll monitor his heart rate
and his blood pressure

all the way there.

I want to go.
I'm sorry.

There's no room.

I'll be at his side the whole
time if anything goes wrong.

Come with me.
We'll follow behind them.

Look around.

I can get you
out of here.

Buckle up.

So, did you know your husband
was having an affair?

My husband is dying,

and you're interrogating me
on the way to the hospital?

It's just a question.

I found out about it today
just like everybody else.

On the Internet.

Where were you last night?

I'm sorry?

Did you not hear me,

or do you need time
to think about it?

I was at home.

Anyone else can corroborate that?
No.

I always let my staff
go home at night.

Well, that's either really considerate
or really convenient.

Are you saying
I'm a suspect?

My experience -- a man and his
mistress gets poisoned,

it's usually the wife
that did it.

Only I just found out
about it today

that my husband
was having an affair.

And even if I had,

I have way too much to lose
to throw it all away.

Or maybe because you have
so much to lose,

you didn't want Chloe Perkins
throwing you out.

As in replacing you.

Replace me?

I am the engine
in this marriage.

My family, my connections.

I could make you Governor
if we were married.

So you're saying it's
your husband who's replaceable.

Hey, you said it,
not me.

Gave your mom a big scare today,
little man.

I know, dad.
I'm sorry.

I-I just wanted to see you.

I miss you.

I miss you, too, Buddy.

But you got to follow
the rules.

You know, breaking 'em
is what got me in here.

You got to be
better than that.

Mom won't ever bring me
to see you.

Jeff, this ain't on mama.

All right?

Everything she does
to keep this family together?

Six hours in a car
ain't always in the cards.

I know you appreciate
how much she does for you.

Yeah, I know
how he feels about me.

You don't have to
make him say it.

Why don't you go
grab a soda

and give me and your dad
a minute?

I'm sorry, dad.
I love you.

I love you, too,
Buddy.

It's okay.

Pretty Scary, huh?

Yeah.

Look, Ray, you don't have to
stick up for me.

I...

I haven't held up
to my end of the bargain.

You more than have,
baby.

I can bring him to see you
more often,

and I -- I just --
I don't.

What, Ray?

Well, what am I gonna do,
get on you about it?

Well...

I'm sorry, Cal.

I know you're sorry.

Look, I...

Promise I'll bring him
to see you more often.

I know you can't always.

It means a lot to me,
though.

It means a lot to him.

Some things a boy needs to square up
with his daddy, you know?

You guys are the only thing
keeping me goin' in here.

I want you to know that.

Ray...

The only thing.

I swear it.

Daniel, was Chloe Perkins'
father notified of her death?

About three hours ago,

but he was
on a fishing charter.

He should be back
anytime now.

Oh, and I ran that check
in Chloe Perkins' financials.

Her bank account is empty.

She died broke,
but not in debt.

Do a complete background check
on Senator Chapman and his wife.

Uh, yeah, actually,
about that --

what part of "go through
the Chapmans' attorneys"

did you not understand?

I guess the part where they
invited us into their house.

After which you proceeded
to accuse the husband

and then the wife
of killing Chloe Perkins?

Well,
killing Chloe Perkins

and the attempted murder
of Senator Chapman.

Just to keep
the record straight.

And I was trying to catch them
off their game.

Their game
is to crush the opposition.

That's you.

And me, if this gets
any further out of hand.

Oh, so no style points
for saving the Senator's life?

A brief respite.
For now.

Now keep the hell in bounds,
would you?

Seriously?

Evidence.

Mr. Perkins?

Jim Longworth.

My condolences
for your loss.

I don't understand
who'd want to hurt my girl.

Yeah,
it never really makes sense.

Did you know she was having
an affair with Senator Chapman?

What?

No.

I-I knew
she was seeing someone,

but she said she couldn't tell me who just yet.
Just yet?

I didn't know what
the big secret was all about.

All I knew was
that she was in love.

Do you know anyone who might
want to harm your daughter?

No.

No.
She was a sweetheart.

She made
the most beautiful jewelry.

I w--
I was so proud of her.

Excuse me.

They had asked me if I'd
come down, identify her.

Yeah, this FHP unit can
give you a lift if you like.

Thank you.

Oh, Mr. Perkins?

Yeah, sorry.
How long you owned this boat?

What?

Uh, two weeks, maybe.

It's a nice boat.

Hotel records show room service
left the wine in the hall

because of the "do not disturb"
sign on the door.

So, in the hallway, someone
could've injected cyanide

with a needle
through the cork.

And the corkscrew
used to open it in the room

would've destroyed any evidence
of the needle mark.
Huh.

You were right to be suspicious
about the boat.

See?

We checked
bill Perkins' financials.

A couple of weeks ago,

25 grand was deposited
in his account.

From where?

From the Weekly Insider.
Owen DeMarco's employer?

After a brief layover
in his daughter's account.

I just got off the phone
with the publisher.

He said
that DeMarco came to him

and told him that Chloe Perkins
wanted to sell her story

about the affair to his tabloid
for $25,000.

There's no other transaction
for that amount in her account.

So, what's in this
for Owen?

Good money,
if he got a shot

of the Senator
and miss Perkins together.

So, if a photo of the Senator and his
mistress is worth a lot,

how much would a photo
of the dead mistress be worth?

A whole lot more.

They paid Owen $100,000
for those pictures.

Can you talk a minute?

Uh...Sort of.

How'd it go?

Definitely not
according to plan.

Oh.
Sorry to hear.

Jeff decided to cut class

and take a bus to Raiford
all by himself.

That is kind of scary.

Uh-huh.

They called right after
you and I talked,

and I went up
and we saw Ray together,

so I wasn't able
to have that conversation.

Oh.

Oh, okay.

But I'm going to.

No, right.

Yeah, no, I can see
why it wasn't the right time.

You're mad.

No, I'm not mad.
Just...

You know,
just disappointed.

Yeah, me too.

Do you have to go?

Yeah, uh...

I got the victim's father
here, so...

Right, um...

So, we can talk later?

Yeah.

Yeah,
I'll talk to you later.

Mr. Perkins.

Yeah?

I'm sorry to bring this up
at this time.

We just found out about
the 25 grand from Weekly Insider

that just appeared
in your account two weeks ago.

Weekly Insider?

The tabloid?

You didn't know?

Chloe said
the money was from her,

said she had a good year
with her jewelry business.

She sold the story of her affair
with Senator Chapman.

She wouldn't do that.

I know my daughter.
She was in love.

Well, maybe sometimes
we don't know someone

the way we think we do.

I don't know anything
about Senator Chapman

beyond what you read and see
in the news.

I just know
that he was damn lucky

to have my daughter
in his life.

And that Chloe
must have felt

that there was something
very real in it for her,

for her to fall in love
with this man.

She deserved better,
Detective.

Yes, sir.

I believe she did.

Any word yet
on Owen DeMarco?

Not yet.

Senator Chapman's tox screen
came back.

Like with Chloe Perkins,
cyanide was found in his system.

But his reaction time took so
much longer than miss Perkins.

Depending on one's weight
and amount ingested,

reaction time to poisoning
can vary by hours, even days.

His blood-alcohol level

had only trace evidence
of the tainted wine.

Is Chapman not a drinker?

Oh, no,
he was a drinker.

He had two D.U.I.s.

Swept under the carpet,
of course.

So, the one time Chapman
doesn't drink much

is the one time his drink's
laced with cyanide?

I see you're feeling
much better.

I'm not supposed
to talk to you.

Yeah, I heard that.

Oh, you're welcome,
by the way.

For saving your life?

Well, my wife
is perfectly capable

of dialing 911,
Detective.

Not as mad as she was
at you.

All right, look,
you know,

it's probably the meds talking,
but what can I do for you?

Did you love Chloe Perkins?

I mean,
I know you have to say you did,

'cause of the whole
murder-investigation thing,

but did you really?

Yes. I did.

Huh.

Did you know she sold her story
about your affair

to Weekly Insider?

That's ridiculous.

She wouldn't do
anything like that.

But if she did --
and she did --

that'd be a good motive
for you to kill her.

Except
we were both poisoned.

Maybe you poisoned
yourself.

And why would I do that?

You knew
not to drink as much --

which you didn't.

I mean, you're a --
you're a big drinker,

and the one night
you don't drink so much

is the night there's cyanide
in your wine?

Drinking inhibits
my sexual performance.

It's more to...
Set the mood.

Does your wife know

about this
performance-inhibiting issue?

Or, uh, is this not an issue
with her?

I haven't had sex with my wife
in over a year.

I've been married
for 15 years,

and this is the first and only
time I have ever strayed.

And, believe me,
it wasn't just for the sex.

If you don't love your wife,
why didn't you just leave her?

What,
leave Stephanie Rutledge?

No one leaves a Rutledge,
Detective.

Not if they ever hope to have
a political career,

or a life, ever again.

Hmm.

Oh.
Oh.

Look who it is.
Heather.

Uh, how are you?

I'm good, thanks, Jim.
How are you?

Uh, g-good, yeah.
You know, keeping busy.

No shortage
of bad guys?

Can't catch 'em
fast enough.

So, what --
or should I say "who" --

brings you
to the hospital today?

Oh, no.

Well, I mean, yeah.

I mean --
I mean, it is a who,

just not the who
you are talking about.

A suspect, actually, so...

Well, you know,
I hate to be a welch.

I still owe you a trip
on my dad's boat.

Oh, his --
yeah, his really big yacht.

Yeah, we should do that
sometime.

Well,
how about this weekend?
Oh. This weekend?

Or another weekend,
if you have plans.

Okay, I'm just gonna
come out and say it.

Um, are you into someone?

What?

It just really seems like
you're into someone.

Callie, actually,
is who I mean.

Callie's married.

Yeah, to a guy in prison.

And I saw
how she was looking at you.

She looks at me in a way?

I mean, um...
It's complicated.

You did not just say
"it's complicated."

Uh, no, like,

Callie and I are obviously
really good friends.

But I have no interest
in breaking up a family, um...

And she's not the type
to cheat on her husband, so...

It's complicated, yeah.

Well, maybe you need
a little bit of uncomplicated

in your life,

like on my dad's really big yacht.

No pressure,
no anything.

Just fun.

And beer?

'Cause you mentioned beer
earlier.

Oh, yeah, uh, six imported,
two domestic,

and a very discreet steward

guaranteed to keep it flowing
all night.

Wow.

Hey, can I think about it?

Sure.

Daniel.
Yeah, what do you got for me?

Chloe was my source.

I wasn't obligated
to tell you about the deal.

100 grand for her death pictures
makes you a suspect.

I didn't kill her.

I was just hoping to catch her
and the Senator together.

Pretty remarkable timing.

You also said
you didn't know Chloe Perkins.

Lying during
a murder investigation?

Ah, that's not much of one,
as far as lies go?

Not in your world, maybe.

But in mine, that's five years,
even if you didn't kill her.

That's if I decide
to pursue it.

Fine.
What do you want?

Every picture
you've ever taken of them.

You have all my cameras!

You filed a warrant so you could
download the photos off them.

Which we did,
but there was nothing there --

well,
nothing good anyway --

which makes me think
that the pretty good stuff

is stashed somewhere here
in your apartment.

Now, Owen.

I might have a few.
Jesus.

here.
That's everything.

When did Chloe
come to you?

I was onto them
before that.

About three months ago,

I saw the Senator and Chloe
exiting a bar.

They weren't holding hands
or anything,

but I could sense
something was going on.

So, I started following them.
And?

And Chapman was onto me.

I had already caught him
four months earlier

stumbling out of a bar.

It made the tabloid.

So, he knew who I was,

which made him very careful
not to be caught with Chloe.

And then one day,
Chloe comes to me,

offers the Weekly Insider

exclusive interviews
and inside information

about all of the meeting places
of her and the Senator.

For 25 grand, earmarked
for her father's account.

Yeah.

Did she say why?

Look, she said
she was unhappy,

said she was tired
of his lies.

This is Daniel.

Yeah, I need you to check

Stephanie Chapman's
credit-card purchases.

Got it.

Check August 25th.

Did she eat
at an Allegra restaurant?

Yeah, at 1:25 P.M.,

Stephanie Chapman charged lunch
at Allegra's.

What's that mean?
Stephanie Chapman lied to me.

She did?

She knew the woman
her husband was sleeping with,

and she arranged a meeting
with Chloe

a few days
before she was killed.

'Sup?

'Sup with you?
Hey, how's it going?

Eh, just kickin' it...
With the books.

No Xbox?

It sort of got taken away.

Oh, right. Grounded.

Yeah, I heard
about your little adventure.

Yeah,
it's not my best moment.

But at least my mom's agreed
to do better, you know?

Better?

Mm.

Yeah, she promised to take me
to see my dad more often.

Oh.
Well, that's good, right?

Yeah.

I know I messed up,

but it turned out pretty cool
in the end.

I think they just really needed
to see each other, you know?

Um, she's in the shower.

Do you want me
to have her call you back?

Uh, you know what? No.
No, I'll just catch her later.

All right.
Okay, see ya.

Yeah. See ya.

We need more than Stephanie Chapman
and Chloe Perkins

being at the same restaurant
at the same time

to bring her in
for questioning.

Take a deep breath.

The restaurant staff can't place
the two of them together.

And according
to her attorneys,

we're already on the fringes
of harassment as it is.

Did you find anything
in Chloe's apartment

that might connect her
to the Senator or his wife?

Nothing.
What about her cellphone?
It might have a calendar.

Well, maybe,
but we can't find it.

Records show
that she has one,

but we haven't been able
to track one down.

Do you know what kind of phone
Chloe Perkins has?

According to her phone bill
and service package,

an Android smartphone.

Does that actually have to be on
to triangulate its location?

Not with a 4-gig SIM card,
which hers has.

Can you guess
what I'm about to ask you now?

On it.
Yeah.

Have you seen
this week's print edition

of the Weekly Insider?

This is your fault.

My fault? I can't even grow
a mustache like this.

No, no, no.
I mean this.

"Scandalous history
of medical examiner

in Chloe Perkins investigation."
Mm-hmm.

No, no. I'd be more pissed off
about the mustache.

For your information, they were
very popular back then.

What, back then,
like five years ago?

You rooting around
Owen DeMarco's business

is why he's dredging up stuff
from the past.

Hey, i'm the one
who should be mad.

You two didn't disclose.
What?

Yeah. If I'd known you had a scandalous history --
no, he -- he doesn't.

Our prior Medical Examiner
screwed up evidence storage,

compromised a year's worth
of cases.

Carlos was brought on
to replace him.

But you wouldn't know it
by the headline or the article.

Or the mustache --
looks like you're about to lead a revolution.

Give me that.
I've got the phone company on the line.

They've located
Chloe Perkins' cellphone.

Where is it?

Actually,
it's, uh, on the move.

Hi.
What's going on?

Just need a minute
of your time.

You'll need that.
Thank you.

Aw, come on, man.
You're messing it all up.

Aw, come on, guy.
You got to be kidding.

Come on.

Ha.

Honey, listen.

You're hardly the first
indiscretion of my husband's

i've had to cover up.

No, you're lying.
Donald loves me.

What Donald loves

is the idea of being
the next Governor of Florida.

So, here's what
we're gonna do.

I understand from Donald

your father's business
is in trouble.

What do you say
to 20 grand?

Would that help out?

Oh,
did you want a water?

Here.

You know, it sounded a lot
like a bribe to me.

Maybe to get Chloe
out of the picture?

Don't respond to that.

And she didn't take you up
on the deal,

so you made her disappear
in another way.

By killing her.
Jim...

I mean, you lied about not knowing
about your husband's affair.

Your husband lied about
this being the one and only.

You obviously knew
about the other women.

I mean, lying just comes
naturally to you.

Let me tell you something --
Stephanie.

No, I want to, Ben.

Yes,
I wasn't exactly truthful

when I told you I didn't know
about the affair,

but that doesn't prove
anything.

Sounds like you don't have
one shred of evidence

except this recording

in which I'm trying
to convince miss Perkins

to stay the hell away
from my husband.

Good luck with that
in court.

Or...

Your husband was leaving you
for another woman,

leaving you feeling betrayed
and humiliated,

so you poison the man
and the woman that hurt you.

No.

Because despite
your best efforts,

this cold, political facade
you've got going on here,

underneath that, there's a woman
that's vulnerable

to being hurt
by the man she loves.

Or is there?

What's going on here?
Do you love your husband, Mrs. Chapman?

Yes. I love Donald.
Just not enough to kill him,

or not enough
to care about his affairs?

Okay.
You're out of line.

What? That's a really good
question, I thought.

One gets you off the hook
for murder.

The other, well,
that's just really sad.

Detective Longworth.
Okay, we're done here.

Okay.
You're free to go.

Just one thing, Detective.

I don't make idle threats.

If you still have that badge
an hour from now,

it just means I haven't found
the right person to fire yet.

But trust me,

I will keep calling for heads
until I do.

Hey.

Wow. In the flesh.

Yeah. Kind of feels like we've
been missing each other, huh?

Jeff said that you called.

I kind of thought
you might call back.

I've been busy
with the royal Chapman family,

you know,
threatening to take my badge.

I thought
you had to wear a badge

in order for them
to take it.

Yeah.

Okay,
there's a problem here.

Callie...
No, I hesitated telling Ray,

and now there's something weird
between us.

I just don't want
to pressure you

into doing something
you don't want to do.

You're not.
And for the record, you can't.

This was my idea.
I want to do this.

It just -- it really wasn't
the right time.

I know that you get that.
Right?

I mean,
you do get that?

Yeah. Do you remember
when we first met?

You said you never wanted
to be that woman

that divorced her husband
in prison.

I did say that.
And I meant it.

But...Things changed.

What changed?
I met you.

And I don't know

whether there's something
going on here or not.

I just know that having feelings
for someone else,

I really have no business
being married.

Well, I don't want to be
the man

that breaks up
another man's family.

And I kind of feel like
that's what I'm doing.

Okay, so now
you're worried about Ray?

No.

But I just think
if Ray was out of prison,

we wouldn't be having
this conversation.

I'm not gonna lie to you.

It's really hard for me
to see him,

especially in a place
like that.

It just -- it brings up
all this old stuff.

Yeah, good and bad.

Good and bad.

He's the father of my son.

I love seeing them together.

But it doesn't change
how I feel about us.

Just how you feel
about Ray.

No. Not that, either.

I know I need to move on.

And, look, I'm sorry.

I don't have any claims
on your time or what you do.

And I don't have control

over my work schedule
or class schedule

or the prison system,

so I honestly have no idea

when I'll be able to go back
and talk to Ray.

But I know
that if I don't do this right,

I'll regret it
for the rest of my life.

Director Manus?

What?

Commissioner's
on line three.

I'll take it
in the conference room.

Hey, Carlos,
check out a hunch for me.

Found it.

Just in case.

You got lucky.

I played the recording
Chloe made of Stephanie Chapman

for the Commissioner.

Now, it's not enough
to make hay in court,

but it is enough
to shut her down.

The Chapmans have agreed
to make a public statement.

Ohh, that could be ugly.

Well, not for these
political animals.

This won't even
slow them down.

They've also agreed to cooperate
with our investigation.

That won't be necessary,
actually.

What?

I just played every political
chip I had for the Commissioner.

I know.
I'm disappointed, too.

But neither Senator Chapman
or Stephanie Chapman

killed Chloe Perkins.

Then who did?

Chloe Perkins.

Suicide?
You have proof?

Buying her father a boat,
cleaning out her account.

She was readying her affairs.

And?

Carlos?

Your hunch was right.

Chloe's purse contained traces
of cyanide.

She was the one who brought it
to the hotel.

She was a jewelry maker.

And cyanide is used
to strip and clean metal,

so she had access to it.

Senator Chapman
led Chloe to believe

that he was leaving
his wife.

Chloe's trusting nature led her
to believe that he would.

But the fact of the matter is
he never had any such intention.

Chloe felt scorned,
betrayed, humiliated,

which hurts like hell...

I'm guessing.

So she spiked the bottle of wine
for a murder/suicide.

Except Senator Chapman
was more interested in sex

than drinking that night.

I had one thing right,
though.

This case
was about a scorned woman

trying to hurt the man and woman
that hurt her.

I just had
the women mixed.

And what better way
to hurt a political couple

than with a sex scandal
or a murder investigation?

Well, it's sad, really.

Despite
Chloe Perkins' efforts,

the Chapmans will land
on their feet.

They always do.

Yeah, but wouldn't it be nice
if, just for once, they didn't?

As you've all heard by now,

Chloe Perkins' death
has been ruled a suicide.

Miss Perkins killed herself,

and then she attempted
to kill me.

Obviously, miss Perkins
was a troubled woman.

We give our thoughts and prayers
to her family.

I'd like to give
a special thanks to the FDLE,

whose thorough investigation

ultimately cleared my wife and I
of any wrongdoing.

Oh.

Detective Longworth, I guess,
has a few words.

Uh, Senator Chapman...

Stephanie Chapman...

You're both under arrest

for official misconduct
and obstruction of justice.

What?!
Are you out of your mind?!

You are charged with suspicion
of misuse of public funds

in the bribing
of Chloe Perkins

and that of
two former mistresses.

But we never used
public funds.

And for lying to me
during a murder investigation

and for being a giant pain
in my ass all week.

Put your hands
behind your back, sir.

Not today, my friend.

Not today.

Use that cable
to go further down there.

Stay on them.
Follow them right there.

Wow. You weren't kidding
when you said "beer."

When it comes to beer,
I never kid.

So...

To cracking another case?

To not welching
on an offer.

Cheers.

Although
I was looking forward

to dangling my feet
over the edge into the water.

Yeah,
not on this bad boy.

How big
are we talking exactly?

143 feet, stem to stern.

143 feet? Huh.
Is that all?

There's five staterooms,

a poker and cigar lounge,
movie theater,

two hot tubs,
forward and aft.

Oh, forward and aft?

I guess that's in case
you get stressed

going from one end
to the other, huh?

Right.

I'm really glad
you called, Jim.

Well, I thought about
what you said.

Figured I could use
some uncomplicated fun.

With the job you do,
I'm not surprised.

So...

What do you think?

Poker and cigars?
Movie theater? Hot tub?

You play poker?

Not as well as I sit
in a hot tub.

I'll get it.

No, it's...

It's Kyle.

Well,
tell him you're grounded.

It's about soccer tryouts.

Fine, five minutes,
and then get ready for bed.

Hey, what's up?

Yeah.

* Picture-perfect memories *

* scattered all around the floor *

*reaching for the phone *

*'cause I can't fight it anymore *

*and I wonder if I
ever cross your mind *

*for me, it happens all the time *

*it's a quarter after 1:00 *

*I'm all alone, and I need you now *

*said I wouldn't call *

*but I lost all
control, and I need you now *

*and I don't know how I can do without *

*I just need you no-o-o-w *

*I just need you no-o-o-w *

*oh, baby, I need you no-o-o-w *