The Glades (2010–2013): Season 1, Episode 5 - The Girlfriend Experience - full transcript

Hey, Twizzle.

Hey, Twizzle.

Twiz, what is it, girl?
Huh?

Twizzle.

Come on!

Twizzle! Get back here.

Twizzle.

Hello?

Hello?

I'm so sorry.

My cat seems to have wandered
into your condo.



Anybody home?

Hello?

Anybody home?

Twizzler.

Twizzle.

Oh...

I'm so sorry, sir.
My cat --

she just leapt
out of my arms and took off.

Hello?

You could've put on
some decent clothes.

You didn't think so
when I busted the guy.

Yeah, in a biker guy,

where you're
trying not to look

like an upstanding
police officer.



In court, that's pretty much
what they're going for.

Hey, we got
a conviction, right?

You're right.

We should celebrate.

What'd you have in mind?

There is an amazing
raw bar on the water

just up the street.

Wow. A raw bar
on the water.

That, I gotta see.

Yeah.

Uh, you know what?

I'll give you a call.

A call?

Yeah. Sure.

Okay.

Hey.

If you had
unpaid parking tickets,

you should have
just called me.

When Ray gets out of prison,
I'm gonna kill him.

She said to
the Homicide Detective.

He did our taxes
and paid them --

or so I thought.

I just got notice

that we're three years behind
on our property taxes.

Well, he would be
the first armed robber

to not be in arrears.

This is serious.
We could lose our house.

You wanna...

Yeah, I'll...
Yeah.

Sorry.

Longworth.

I, uh...

I don't know
how to say this.

Your partner, Carlos,
has been killed.

His body was found in a condo
on the beach.

Responding officers

identified Carlos
from his driver's license

and credit cards.

He's in there.

What?

Those aren't the spindly
little calves of someone

who walks golf courses
as much as we do.

What's
the big emergency?

What?

I was at
an A.M.A. luncheon.

Thank God you're all right.
Don't.

We got a call
you were dead.

What?

Flip him.

Who's this guy,
and what's with the fish?

Well,
that explains the cat.

Know anyone in the mob?

Officially?

Why?

'Cause someone killed
Carlos Sanchez

and left him
sleeping with the fishes.

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 1x05
The Girlfriend Experience
Original Air Date on August 9, 2010

Candles, scented oils.

I had no idea
you were so romantic.

That's not funny.

This prick leased a condo
and God knows what else

using my identity.

He's lucky he's dead,
or I'd have killed him.

If this guy used your name
to lease the place,

don't you think that would have come
to your attention before now?

Have you ever tried
getting information

from the credit bureaus?

I'm gonna be up half the night
canceling shit

and setting up
fraud alerts.

You recognize these kids?

No.

Should I?

Well, apart from the plastic
having your name on it,

this is the only other
personal item I could find.

What's the deal
with this guy?

He's dead
for about two hours.

I'm giving that bullet
in the back of his skull

a better-than-average chance
that's what killed him.

And the fish?

They're mackerel.

They're hard to come by?

You can get them at any
fish market or grocery store.

Checked on the mailbox
down in the lobby.

A flier from
the homeowners association

was sticking out.

So I called the president.

She told me the unit belongs
to a Dr. Arthur Kattleman,

but she's never
actually met him.

Why would a doctor steal
another doctor's identity?

Yeah.
You've never had to carry

medical malpractice
insurance.

Do you?
Of course.

You deal
with dead people.

Right. And when
some grieving loved one

gets their nose
out of joint,

'cause I've "desecrated"
their beloved Uncle Jimmy,

guess what.

I get sued.

Here we go.

"Dr. Arthur Kattleman."

Yeah.

He's got an office
just over the causeway.

Okay.

Which particular property
are you referring to?

The condominium
on Ocean Boulevard.

Which unit?

How many do you have?
Nine.

No. 10.

No. Nine.

All in the same building?

Mm-hmm.
Well, this might help.

It's the one
with the dead guy in it.

Never seen him before.

He was shot at close range
and left on a pile of fish

in one of your investments.

Like the mob thing?

I thought
that was a stereotype.

Uh, you ever lease it to a guy
named Carlos Sanchez?

Name doesn't sound familiar.

Well, can you give us one
that does?

You know,
because of the whole

"dead guy in the apartment"
thing.

Unit 16-A, was it?

Yes.

That particular unit
is being rented out

by a woman by the name
of Ashley Carter.

Maybe she's
somebody's goomar.

"Goomar"?

Yeah. Mob guys like to have
girls on the side.

So, this Ashley
live there?

I don't know.

I ju know she pays
the rent on time.

You got a contact number
for Ashley Carter?

I don't have
a contact number.

I just have a credit score
and a social.

That works.

I'll have Manus give this
to records and identity.

Whoever killed our victim
could also be involved

in a stolen
credit card ring.

At least we got an I.D.
on the victim from his prints.

His name's Jack Grayson.

Oh, great.

He's a county
building inspector.

A county
building inspector?

Not all building inspectors
are in bed with the mob.

Yeah,
but some of them are,

and obviously, one of them was
mistaken for Carlos Sanchez.

Seems like a long shot
to me.

Yeah, say that when the shot's
aimed at you.

All right. It's probably not
a bad idea to look into it.

Wonder where Gordon Ganza's hanging his hat these days.
Who's he?

Uh, he ran the linen business
out of Chicago.

Retired down here.

"Linen business."

The mob
with their euphemisms.

No. He actually ran
a linen business.

And based on your interest
and penalties,

the total arrears amount
comes to --

$16,000.

$15,873.

Close enough, actually.

I really appreciate you coming
in here to work this stuff out.

I-I'm working
a double shift,

and I couldn't find
a babysitter last-minute.

Oh. I understand.

Um, I've come up
with a payment plan

that I think will work well
for everybody.

As you can see,
the payment schedule is twofold.

I'll be increasing my hours
at the hospital by 30%,

while reducing my course
curriculum by 5 hours --

what?

Do you always talk
like this?

No.

Listen, I appreciate

all the work you've done,
Mrs. Cargill.

It's Callie.

Callie.

But, uh, it's not...

Your property taxes
I'm concerned with.

There's a lot of stated income
without any verification.

Specifically
that of your husband.

I thought stated income
was allowed

under certain
circumstances.

How did your husband come by
this income?

Um, he did
a lot of things.

Uh, auto brokerage?

He had a steam-cleaning
company.

He sold that.
Mrs. Cargill. Callie.

I know about your husband.

And I understand the situation
that you're in.

But if you sign tax returns
that include false statements,

you could be
criminally liable.

Criminally liable?

But I didn't do anything.

And I can't go to jail.
My son --

all right. All right.
Wait. Wait.

L-let's calm down.
Here's what I'll do.

I will present
this schedule of payments

to my, uh, supervisor,
but, eventually,

I'm gonna have to make
a decision

whether or not to refer this
for prosecution.

So it's up to you?

Ultimately, yes.

Is there anything i can do?

Let's just see how it goes.

Charlie bread trucks
is running an ice cream parlor

in Indian Wells,

which is funny considering
he's lactose-intolerant.

What happened
to Freddy Z?

Ziffo? Prostate.

Saw that one coming.

Passed quietly in his sleep,
the lucky bastard.

Yeah. So much for karma, huh?
What about Jack Grayson?

I take it you think I'm familiar
with that name.

Well, we think
that's entirely possible.

He's a building
inspector...

Who unfortunately
was shot dead this morning.

On a bed of mackerel...

So he'd
"sleep with the fishes."

Which begs the question --

why does the mob
want Carlos Sanchez dead?

Who's Carlos Sanchez?

Me.

I'm lost.

Grayson had Carlos' I.D.
and plastic,

so, 'cause of
the fish thing,

Carlos thinks
that he was iced

by the syndicate.

The "sleeping
with the fishes"

was a cliché
even before "iced."

Went out of style,
and that was 40 years ago.

So, no one you know
wants Carlos dead, right?

Right.

What about Grayson?

I'm assuming you know him.

Nice enough guy.
Kind of small-time.

He helped me out

on an office park
I was building in the Glades.

Jack was willing to turn
a blind eye

to minor
building-code violations

if you gave him a few bucks.

What, did he get greedy
with that,

maybe pissed off
the wrong people?

Doesn't sound like Jack.

He was actually
in good spirits.

Owing to a new lady friend.

Her name wasn't Ashley Carter
by any chance?

Nah. Bella something.

You ever met
this Bella something?

Excuse me.
Who are you again?

You know what?

Been good
to see you again, Gordy.

You too, Jimmy.
Swing by anytime.

All right.
All right.

Come on.

Look at the view.
It's beautiful.

Oh.
You having one of those days?

What kind of day
would that be?

When you just can't decide who you want to
be when you grow up.

A Bella, Tanya.
Ashley, maybe.

I'm sorry.
Do I know you?

That would be really weird
if you did.

You know a guy by the name
of Jack Grayson?

Why?

You did...See this,
right?

Look, if you want to talk
to Jack,

I'm sure
that he's upstairs,

plopped in front
of the television set, so...

Actually,
I really doubt that.

He was found murdered
in your apartment this morning.

When I left the condo
Jack was still in bed.

He asked
if he could stay and...

Promised me a surprise
when I got back.

Well, I'm guessing lying
face down in a bed full of fish

wasn't what
he had in mind.

Where do you work?

I'm a Phd candidate

at the University
of Central Florida.

Was Jack paying
the tuition?

He was helping.

And what did Jack receive
in return for...

Furthering
your education?

We had an arrangement.

Ah.

Maybe the arrangement
was getting old.

I mean, that would suck.

Having to get a new job,
new apartment,

right in the middle
of your Phd.

No, he wasn't threatening
to end it.

He was quite happy.

Did he have a wife?

Family?

Divorced years ago.

No children.

Oh, so,
these aren't his, then.

That's my niece
and nephew.

In the drawer?

I gotta be honest.

An arrangement like this
doesn't look good for anybody,

especially when one of you
turns up dead.

What's your Phd in?

Social anthropology,

and I resent the suggestion
that I'm some kind of whore.

Even with the whole "walks like
a duck, quacks like a duck"

kind of thing
going on here?

Sex is...

An important part
of any relationship,

but it is only one part.

Some people need to look outside
traditional relationships

to find what they're
looking for in a partner.

That's what I provide.

I get it.

You're a girlfriend
experience.

Yeah.
I've heard of this.

"Girlfriend experience,"
"companions in life" --

it...Goes
by different names.

Yeah, yeah. A buddy of mine back
in the Chicago precinct's in one.

He sends me updates
all the time.

He's having a blast,
by the way.

It's not just about sex.

It's about being
in a relationship

with someone
that you enjoy,

without all the emotions
and complications

that come
with a commitment.

The purpose
of my dissertation

is to understand how traditional
relationships are evolving

in a society
where public space

is being replaced
by cyberspace.

Oh, you know what's
really traditional?

Shooting a guy you find
sleeping with your girl.

I am not in a long-term
or committed relationship

with anyone,

and these men
were just test subjects.

Do they know that?

No.

That would skew my study.

Oh, well, we wouldn't want
to skew your study.

How many test subjects
are we talking about?

Two.

Is that all?

I'm not in it
to make a living.

It's research.

Well,
what about Jack Grayson?

Did he talk about his work?
Maybe a rival?

Someone out to get him?

We honestly never talked
about it.

Well,
what did you talk about?

We didn't.

Not talking was part
of the experience for Jack.

Well, then,
maybe for my buddy, too.

I mean,
after three divorces,

having not to talk
about his day

is probably
very enticing.

How much did you say you got
for these services?

It varies.

Jack was paying
$3,500 a month.

Does that pay
for the rent?

No.

Well, who paid for that?

What the hell
are you doing here?

I'm here 'cause you lied to me.

Why's your partner
hitting on my wife?

Oh, I asked him
to chat her up

so we could talk about one
of the things you lied about --

your arrangement
with Ashley Carter.

But if you'd rather your wife
be over here...

No, no, no, no.

Fine, fine.

But I wasn't lying
about that dead guy you found.

I've never laid eyes
on him.

Yeah, I found that
easier to believe

before I found out
Ashley was using your condo

to have sex
with another man.

I had my three nights.

What Ashley did on her own time
was her own business.

Oh. She was
a Phd candidate.

She has the I.Q.
of a walnut.

'Cause that's what
you wanted her to have.

What are you talking about?
Her research.

You were a case study
for her doctoral dissertation.

What?
I was a guinea pig?

Thought you didn't care
what she did

outside of
your arrangement.

Yeah, but I feel so used.

Well, what about Ashley?

You know if she's involved
with anyone for real?

We didn't talk much.

Oh. The arrangement.

She did text a lot,
though.

Especially with this one guy,
um, Professor...

Landers or something?

That's all I know.

I want to consolidate
both mortgages into one

and take out
a $20,000 equity line.

Yeah. I'm --
I'm aware that...

Interest rates have gone up
since my last refund,

but it's worth it to me just to
have all of my debt at one bank.

What are you doing?

I'm getting an apple.

Come on,
I'm gonna be late for school.

Well, how can equity
be negative?

You're never ready.

Yeah, well, you told me to
stop dragging my ass around

because you had better things to do than be
my chauffeur, so...

And you picked today
to listen to me?

That's not debt.
Those are student loans.

That's an investment
in my future.

Right. Yeah.
No, I understand, I guess.

Thank you, though.
Bye.

How bad is it?

Nothing I can't handle.

Go get your things.

You know, we never
had problems like this

when dad paid the bills.

Yes, Ashley and I communicated
by text quite a bit.

She came to me
with her methodology,

and I signed off on it.

When her study's done,

I'll read and evaluate
her findings.

That's the totality of my role
in her work.

She give you
regular updates?

Occasionally
she gives me her notes,

but that's just
a formality

to show me
that she's making progress.

And what about
her subjects?

Know anything about them?
Who they are?

No, it's a blind study.

There's subject "A"
and subject "B".

She interviewed
40 candidates,

of which
she chose two men

to be the subjects
of her case study.

Given the intimate nature
of their contact,

don't you think someone should have
advised her against it?

U-unless you're getting off
on it.

The pursuit of
a higher understanding

is not something that
a serious mind "gets off" on.

The idea that one
of her subjects

was murdered is disturbing,

but I'm sure that it had
nothing to do with her work.

"Disassociation in the online
sexual revolution."

Phew. Heady stuff.

It's not for everyone.

"With the skill
of a surgeon,

"Professor Landers
diagnoses the ills

"of modern relationships

like no one working
in our field today."

Ooh! Must have been a bit
of a turn-on for Ashley

that you asked
for her quote, huh?

You ever get to
finish that deal?

Tenured professors tend to do
pretty well, Detective.

If I wanted to bed
one of my students,

it wouldn't be a Phd candidate
on the wrong side of 30.

All mackerel are members
of the scombridae family.

But the term actually applies
to hundreds of oceanic fish.

This particular species
is called Atlantic chub mackerel

and is quite common.

And you can buy 'em
anywhere?

In fish markets and grocery
stores all over the state.

Good.

But you have to eat it

the day it comes out
of the ocean,

or it spoils.

So, I'm checking to see
what venues in Palm County

were carrying
Atlantic chub mackerel

the day of the murder.

And how many places
is that?

Wow. Like 468 places.

Yeah.
Good luck with that.

Here.

What's this?

It's a list of things
your daughter bought

Yeah, it's a site
our fraud division uncovered

that harvests
credit card numbers,

which they then use to turn out
fake plastic and I.D. --

that's how Grayson
got your identity.

Digital cameras,
iPod, l--

lingerie?!

She's 14,
for crying out loud!

Oof. Ouch.

I also learned that two days
before Grayson was murdered,

he received a cash deposit
for $10,000.

Cash. I knew it.
What?

If it was a payoff
to ignore a code violation

on a construction project...
Mm-hmm.

...And Grayson
suddenly got greedy

and threatened to talk,

unless they made --

yeah, I'm not seeing you,
Corleone.

Uh, just the same,

I'll get a list
of construction projects

Grayson was scheduled
to inspect

before he was killed.

And, uh, where the hell
is your partner?

Hmm.

He's off having a...
"Girlfriend experience."

Uh, oh. Really? Nice.
Yeah.

Ashley sounds like
a friend of mine.

She put herself
through dental school

working a pole
over by the airport.

So, a woman objectifying
herself like that --

does that ever come back
as out-of-character rage?

So, you think
that a woman

choosing a specific
career option

is objectifying herself.

Well, I did,
until you said it like that.

Women are just as capable as men
at separating love from sex.

So is your friend
any good?

At dentistry.

'Cause flying back to Chicago
to get my teeth checked

is costing me a fortune.

She married one of her customers.
Mm.

She has three kids,
all with bad teeth.

She's very happy.

So, ultimately,
she followed her heart

and took the plunge.

How's your, uh,
how's your tax problem?

I gave them a payment schedule
to review,

so, um, we'll see,
I guess.

Anything I can do to help?

Nope. All good.

But you'd ask if you
needed my help, right?

'Cause I'm not shy
about asking for yours.

Lay it on me.

Excellent.

So, you've been involved

in a lot of blind studies
for school, right?

More than I care
to count.

Would it be safe to say

that you need
more than two test subjects

to get an accurate measure
of anything?

Yeah, I'd say that falls
under the category

of being at least
one short.

Hmm.

Sorry.

Heard you were evicted.

Oh, we made a copy
of this,

so I thought
I'd return it.

Jack is dead.

Kattleman knows the truth,

and six months of research
is down the drain.

Is there anything else
I can do to help your investigation?

Hey, don't blame me.

I didn't kill
Jack Grayson.

I'm sorry. Is my life's work
some kind of joke to you?

It is kind of
when it rubs up against mine.

Do you know
how many people

are in lifeless,
empty relationships

and how often that gets passed
on as anger, resentment,

even violence?

Now you're getting back
to my line of work.

Are you in a relationship,
Detective?

Not at the moment.

Would you like to be?

The relationship
between sex and love

has always been
a mystery.

Finding both in one person
is not easy, but...

It's what makes us whole.

It's my goal to demystify
the sexual experience

so...More people
can get a shot at love.

Look, I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to belittle
your life's work.

You gotta understand --

too many healthy relationships
out there,

and I'm out of work.

And you know what
I'm thinking?

Who else had motive to kill
the guy sleeping in your bed?

Professor Landers?

Dr. Kattleman?

And, you know, I'm not totally
convinced you're that girl.

You know, the girl that
just has unencumbered sex

with these guys,
your test subjects,

and doesn't feel
anything.

Well...

That's what
I was doing.

Yeah, well,
I didn't believe you,

so I made a few calls.

You don't have a niece
or a nephew.

And as anyone who's ever done
a test case study knows,

you need more
than two subjects

to get it right.

You need to tell me
who you're protecting.

Don't you worry about it,
honey.

I wouldn't miss your game
for the world.

Give your brother a kiss.
I'll see you guys later.

Richard Slayton?

Colonel Slayton. Yeah.

Congratulations.
Oh.

Yeah, I heard you nabbed
the mission specialist slot

on the last
shuttle flight.

Yeah. Yeah.
I'm pretty psyched.

Better late than never,
right?

Right. Yeah.

Must have been a bit touch-and-go
there for a while, huh?

What, with your messy
personal life.

I'm sure you're mistaken,
friend.

Actually, I'm not.

Now, we can find a private place
to talk about it,

or I can arrest you
here and now

for the murder
of Jack Grayson.

I had nothing to do
with his death.

Oh. So what are
you lying about?

Nothing.

My relationship
with Ashley

is a private matter
between me and my wife.

So, she knows?

With hundreds
of mission specialists

ready to bump me off
the last flight,

I couldn't risk
a scandal.

Yes or no.
She knows?

No.

Look.

I adore my children.
I would die for them.

But Debra and I haven't been
on the same page in years.

And don't get me wrong.

She's a hell of a mom
to Paige and Tyler.

But I need more than that.

So, it was just sex
for you.

Just sex.

Nothing about
the girlfriend experience

was filling any voids
in your marriage?

Not at all.

I gotta tell you --
that is really creepy.

You have a picture of your
children at her apartment.

So, either you've fallen
in love with Ashley,

or you are
one sick bastard.

I knew what
I was getting into.

I know about her research,
the other men.

And you're okay with that?

Absolutely.

Her work is important to her.
I admire her for that.

You admire her
for letting total strangers

just pound away at her.
Hey, jackass, that's my --

girlfriend?
Love of your life?

Someone that
you'd kill for

if you found her
with another man?

Yeah.

Oh, and for the record?

She tried to protect you
as much as she could.

But I am pretty good at this.

I just...

I needed to feel
something again.

I didn't want to leave
my wife or lose my family.

It seemed like
a perfect solution.

Until you fell in love.

Debra's a project manager.
That's how we met.

But that's how
she treats me --

like a project.

Houston wants my atmospheric
stats tomorrow

instead of Thursday,

so we need to
reschedule dinner.

Are you good with that?

I guess I'll have to be.

I'll shoot you an e-mail
with some dates.

You could have been
arresting me,

and she wouldn't
have noticed.

Yeah. Sorry, buzz.

But she may still
get that chance.

Where's Daniel
on the mackerel search?

Counting down the markets.

252 down, 216 to go.

So you don't like
the astronaut on this.

When was an astronaut
ever lonely?

Women throw themselves
at these guys.

Thought they threw themselves
at us.

Whole different strata,
my friend.

Hey.

You Mike Grogan?

Project manager.
Yeah.

What can I do for ya?
You can tell me why you want
Carlos Sanchez dead.

Who?

Maybe you know him better
as "Jack Grayson."

The building inspector.

Yeah, where the hell
has he been?

He was supposed
to run my site yesterday.

He never showed up.

He sort of turned up murdered
in his girlfriend's apartment.

He was using my identity

with a stolen credit card
for his own activities,

till your hit man
found him.

Hit man?

There was $10,000
in Grayson's account

that we think
was given to him

to look the other way
on code violations.

What'd you do?

Reach out
to your mob partners

'cause you thought
Grayson would talk?

My "partner"
is a national chain

of active senior
living centers.

And, for 10 grand,

I can bring everything
up to code

and still have money
left over.

So I guess
you'd rather do that

than rub somebody out?

Yeah. I didn't have any beef
with Jack.

But there was someone
who did.

When Jack was leaving here
the other day,

some guy comes up
off the street,

starts yelling at him.

Got the impression
they knew each other.

What, you hear
what they say?

No.
But I can show you.

We got cameras set up all over
the site, running 24/7,

to discourage crime.

Here, I can zoom in.

Hmm. Professor Landers.

So much for the pursuit
of higher understanding.

She's a very
talented girl.

Yeah.

If I read about some guy
doing this to my girl,

I'd run out and find
a fishmonger, too.

I barely glanced
at those notes.

I think you did a little bit
more than glance.

What you read in there
drove you to stalk Jack Grayson

and try and beat the shit
out of him

for "experiencing"
Ashley Carter.

I don't make value judgments
on her work,

and I certainly don't take
a prurient interest in it.

"Prurient"? Really?

You can't just say "getting off"
like I did before? No?

And the truth is,

she fell for one
of her subjects.

Took him out of the research
so she could be with him,

which left no room
for you,

so you killed
subject "C"...

Or thought you did.

As I tell
my undergraduates,

it's not enough to have
a clever theory.

You have to back it up
with facts.

And you don't have any.

Oh, wait.

You can look.

And...I have
your doctoral thesis --

"bonding rituals and behavior
in organized crime culture."

Now, that's a bit kitsch.
Uh...

A full mob hit might just throw a murder
investigation off you.

Yes.

Yes, I did peruse
Ashley's notes.

But my only intention
was to impress upon him

that his feelings for Ashley
could jeopardize

the integrity
of her study.

As her advisor, I thought
that I should step in

before months of research
went totally awry.

So you read
some really hot stuff,

got your panties
in a twist,

and went out to kill him.

I was lecturing in front
of 200 undergraduates

at the time of his murder.

At least a couple of them

must have looked up
from their laptops

long enough to notice
that I was there.

Which is exactly
what you wanted Ashley to do.

Even though she is
on the wrong side of 30.

Hi.

Hello.

I-I'm sorry.

I just got a text
saying to meet someone here,

a Jason Elkins?

Yes. Right this way.

Hi.

I didn't know if you were
a pinot girl or a cabernet,

so I split the difference
with a...

A nice pinot noir.
Oh.

Please.

Uh, Mr. Elkins?

Jason.

This is a really nice
restaurant.

Shouldn't we be meeting
in your office?

I may have a solution
to your problem.

Please.

Okay.
Sit down.

But it's predicated
on you having the ability

to make restitution
for your principal and penalties

in a timely fashion.

Okay.

Well, I think I was
pretty honest about my expenses

and what it was
that I could commit to.

Great.

It'll be so much easier to keep
the matter off the grid

if you're meeting
your obligations.

Well, that wasn't so hard.

Shall we order?

Um...Well,
just so I understand,

you're saying that any potential
criminal proceedings

could just go away.

I don't see why not.

Um, the salads here are huge,
by the way.

We could easily
split one.

Um, but could you see a reason
why they wouldn't?

Well, they wouldn't go away
if I pushed the matter.

But fortunately,
at this moment,

no one else is aware
of your situation.

I'm gonna do tilapia.
You?

Why am I here...

At this restaurant
with you?

You don't like
this restaurant?

No, the restaurant's fine.

I know your finances
are stretched.

I thought you might like
a nice night out.

I can take
my own self out.

To be perfectly honest...

If we're gonna
work together

to make this go away,

I wanted to get
to know you better.

Um, well, I think...

I'll...Make
an appointment

to come to see you
in your office.

Your call.

What the hell?

Drop it.

Jesus

you scared the hell
out of me!

What are you doing
in my apartment?

What are you doing
in my crime scene?

I need to make a punch list
for my handyman

so I can lease the place out
as soon as possible.

With a gun?

The gun is to show
some of my deadbeat tenants

that I'm not some
Palm Glade pushover.

Right. Well,
I'm gonna need that gun

to give to
my ballistics team

to see if it's the same .38
that killed Jack Grayson.

Fine.
Knock yourself out.

No DVDs.

Uh, well...Most of the time
when I'm here,

I watch pay-per-view.

The DVDs were
Ashley's thing.

Oh.

You gonna be long?

Yeah. You're gonna have to wait until I
release the crime scene

before you finish
that punch list.

You can go now.

Fine.

Daniel. Yeah.
You like movies, right?

I need you to do some digging
for me.

They're doing a striation test
on the doctor's gun

to see if it's a match,
but, um, I doubt it will.

Well, what about
the mob angle?

That's all it is --

an angle to throw us off
the investigation.

I've got Daniel running around
trying to find

where the killer might
have bought the mackerel

the day of the murder.

And, uh, I got him working
on something else.

We found out
the $10,000 that's sitting

in Grayson's bank account --

well, on the same day
that Grayson made his deposit,

Colonel Slayton made
a $10,000 withdrawal.

What does that tell us?

Detective?
You were right.

Colonel Slayton's Netflix queue
is loaded with mob movies.

"White Heat,"

"Goodfellas,"
"The Godfather" trilogy.

Even stuff as far back
as "Little Caesar."

It means Jack Grayson was
blackmailing Colonel Slayton,

which is a pretty good reason
to kill someone.

I spent my whole life
working for the agency.

If I don't get
on that last mission,

my entire career
has been for nothing.

And that's why you paid
$10,000 to Jack Grayson --

you know, to shut him up.
Yeah.

But that was weeks ago.

And you flew into a jealous rage when you
found him with Ashley.

I wasn't jealous.

I mean, I was, but I never
caught them together.

Why would I do that
to myself?

It wasn't gonna
last forever.

Another six months, and she would have had
everything she needed

to complete her studies.

Yeah, and then
what would you have?

Married to a woman who'd never
love you the way Ashley did.

Staring at the ceiling,
wondering where Ashley was...

And with whom.

No.

Well, your Netflix queue
says otherwise.

What in the hell
are you talking about?

Mob movies.
"Sleeping with the Fishes"?

I never rented movies
like that.

Ashley and I loved
date night,

but we couldt risk
being seen out in public.

So we'd order takeout.

Watch date movies --
"The Back-Up Plan,"

"The Wedding Planner
anything with Sandra Bullock.

Sure you're an Astronaut?

Look, I'm telling you,
Detective,

as soon as I got back down
to earth,

I was gonna make an appointment
with my wife

and tell her it was over.

That I was leaving her
for Ashley.

Daniel.

Think I found it --
a gourmet shop a couple blocks

away from the condo
where Grayson was killed.

Someone came in right

when they first opened and bought the only
mackerel they had.

I'm going there now to see
if they have security footage

of the suspect.

Actually,
that won't be necessary.

It was you.
Wasn't it?

You went over there
to confront Ashley

because your husband
had fallen in love with her.

A threat that
you hadn't factored

into your picture-perfect
little family.

And, hey,
who could blame you?

I mean, having that part
of your life all buttoned up

allowed you to really throw
yourself into your work.

So you went over there
to confront this threat

to your perfect family.

Something weird
came over you --

passion,
I think it's called.

Rage. Anger...

Jealousy.

I just wanted
to scare her.

I showed up at the condo,

and there was a note
on the door to come in.

I followed a trail
of rose petals

through the living room.

Past all these candles.

And I saw the pictures

of our two children...

I mean, who does this woman
think she is, anyway?!

Richard is my husband!

Yeah, but he hasn't felt like
your husband for a long time.

Felt more like
one of your projects.

We talked.

A-and then this man
came out of the bathroom and...

And threw me on the bed
a-and scared me.

Yeah, he thought
you were Ashley.

And I panicked.

I didn't mean
to shoot him.

But once I did...
You had to finish the project.

According to Netflix,

someone in your household
is a big fan of mob movies.

Which came in handy
20 minutes later

when you needed a plan.

And you remembered that
gourmet shop down on the corner.

Hey, it wasn't perfect,

but it would do
in a pinch.

I...Don't understand.

We have the perfect life.

A beautiful home.

Two great kids.

Careers we both love.

Why did he need
this woman?

Did you ever think to ask?

Ask?

Yeah. You know, talk?

Communicate?

Forget I brought it up.

Mrs. Slayton voluntarily gave up
the murder weapon.

That should make
Lemchen happy.

Save the taxpayers
a few bucks.

Yeah, Slayton
gets to keep his seat,

Ashley gets to finish
her research.

You know, it might be a little
narcissistic on my part,

but I like to think
I had a hand

in giving Colonel Slayton
and Ashley

a chance to make it work.

I know you didn't talk
like that in Chicago,

or you'd never have
made it out alive.

Aw, come on, Colleen,

surely there's a man
out there somewhere,

making your nights
a little sweeter.

Uh, my man and my nights are
none of your damn business.

You should worry
about your own love life.

I'm really glad you came.

I wanted to apologize
for the way I acted

in the restaurant.

I-I shouldn't
be alienating

the one person who could
help me out of this mess.

Well, apology accepted.

And here's what I think
we should do.

As far as the, uh,
the restitution is concerned,

that's out of my control.

You'll still have to make
timely, scheduled payments.

I will. I promise.

Uh, on the other matter,

I don't see any reason

why I need to make trouble

for someone who's just
trying to make the best

of a bad situation.

I mean,
you're a beautiful woman.

And why would I do that?

I'm not
a bad-looking guy, right?

So...

What I'm thinking is,

maybe we could have
some fun together.

We could meet here
sometimes,

meet at my place.

Get a suite on the state's dime
from time to time.

That way, no one has to know
about your legal problem.

So you mean sex.

Yes.

Sex.

And if we have sex,

then you won't turn my case
over to the prosecution?

Cross my heart
and hope to die.

Okay.

Got it.

Good.

No. I mean, I...

Got it.

...Get a suite on the state's
dime from time to time.

That way, no one has to know
about your legal problems.

You bitch.

Ohh!

Now, get your fat ass
out of my house.

Say hello to my little friend.

Oh! Al Pacino,
eat your heart out.

Best gangster ever.

Ever.

Clearly,
I did something wrong

if my 13-year-old son's
favorite movie is "Scarface."

This is Florida.

Everyone's favorite movie
is "Scarface."

Uh, how'd the meeting go?

Uh, they accepted
my payment schedule.

So the matter's
completely closed.

It must have been some proposal
you put on the table.

You have no idea.

Why don't you go
and, uh, get dressed,

get your things...
Okay.

...And get out of here?

All right.

Thanks for keeping
an eye on him.

Sure.
God. Anytime.

How's your
girlfriend experience?

Also completely over.

Which, by the way,
thank you.
I...

No. It was really good
to know

that a detached woman
is capable of love.

Which I assume

means a woman in love
is capable of being detached.

Oh, yeah.
When we need to be.

Okay!

Say goodbye
to your little friend.

All right. Later.

Later.

Be good.

All right. You too.

Hey! Callie?

Sweet dreams.

Sure.

Sweet dreams.

Yeah.

"Sweet dreams"?

Idiot.