The Glades (2010–2013): Season 2, Episode 11 - Beached - full transcript

♪ 'Cause I tell you when to play ♪

♪ 'Cause the cool kids do ♪
♪ what the cool kids want ♪

♪ yeah ♪

♪ can a hot girl wear
what a hot girl wants? ♪

♪ yeah ♪

♪ ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh ♪

♪ they wear two pair of shades
at the same time ♪

Okay.
So, who do we got?

And could he really
not have waited

till I finished my round
before dying?

With that hole
in his chest,



I'm not sure he had
a lot of options.

What are we looking at?

Male Caucasian, mid 30s,

single gunshot wound
to the chest.

Anything I can't see
with my own eyes?

Oh, yeah. Don't get cranky
with me, all right?

I didn't pull you
off the golf course.

Well,
no blood or spatter,

so he was obviously killed
somewhere else and moved here.

Or dragged here.

The high tide would have
wiped out the drag trail.

So we have no way of knowing
from where.

Victim's cellphone
and wallet.

Contact his provider --



see who he's been talking to,
whoever he is.

He is Josh Richards,
according to his business card.

Harrington Group.

Josh Richards, Senior V.P.
of Concepts and Development.

Whatever the hell
that means.

Headquarters out
of Silver Spring, Maryland.

You know what?
Contact this Harrington Group.

Make sure they actually exist
and he actually worked for them.

Oh. Leave out
the "dead" part.

Make sure they exist?

Yeah, as opposed
to making up a company

and printing out
business cards

so you can pick up women
in bars.

Guys actually do that?

Yeah, especially guys
that mousse their hair

to come to the beach.

And...

get manicures.

Now, see,
that's just...wrong.

Oh, and, uh, contact
charter-boat companies.

See if anyone pulled out
with a well-coiffed executive

who mysteriously disappeared
before they came back to harbor.

On it.

It's a nice stretch
of beach.

Great stretch of beach.

A lot of great bars.
Lots of good times.

So, what's the motive?
Way too much fun?

Robbery, maybe.

Tan line
around his wrist.

Looks like he wore a watch
which we haven't found.

We getting Callie in
on this?

I tried calling,
but she hasn't answered.

- She didn't answer?
- Yeah.

You know, it's weird,

but sometimes you call people,
and they answer.

And sometimes you call,
and they don't.

Now you're just
being mean.

Yeah, serves you right
for being cranky.

I'm sure she'll call back.

Why?
What do you need?

No, I don't need anything.
I just...wondered.

Hmm.

Huh.

Hoo. Okay.

Now, that's a rock.
We're talking Kardashian here.

It's got to be 3,
3 1/2 karats, easily.

So, either we can rule out
robbery as a motive,

or Romeo here just got
the rejection of a lifetime.

♪ The Glades 2x11 ♪
Beached
Original Air Date on August 21, 2011

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Okay, I think
that's about everything.

Uh, here's my card.

Call me if you think
of anything else.

Do I actually
need to think of something?

Or can I just,
you know, call?

Oh, you know, just...
make it easy on yourself.

Yeah.

So amazingly not smart.

Know what they say --

God does not give
from both hands.

So, did you find anybody
who knew him?

I couldn't find anyone
that didn't.

You know, in that beach-bar,
jello-shots kind of way.

Uh, he wind-surfed.
He played volleyball.

He was even in
the sand-sculpting competition.

- You want to know why?
- Why?

Apparently the concepts and
development on his business card

stands for mixing it up
with the locals.

Uh, yeah, they said he did
some work with the hotels.

When hotels remodel,

they hire guys like
Josh Richards

to worm their way
into the community

and figure out
what themes might do well.

Yeah, I think
his company remodeled

a whole bunch of bars
along the strip.

They don't just remodel.

They completely
reconceptualize.

Next thing you know,
your favorite tiki bar

has turned into the city
of Pompeii,

with a working volcano
that spews lava on the hour.

Well, just for the record,

I don't have
a favorite tiki bar.

If it's the same guy
who turned the Marlin Room

into a underwater adventure
with a mermaid show,

I'm gonna need an alibi.

I used to love
that place.

So, I'm guessing
he made a few enemies, then.

Found this book of matches
in his back pocket.

"Dwight's Dockside."

Maybe his next renovation.

Hey, excuse me.

You ever heard
of this place,

Dwight's Dockside?

You mean that place?

So, what's the theme
of this place --

"I haven't been touched
since the '60s,

and I'm damn proud of it"?

Welcome, first-timers.
Come on in.

Make yourselves
comfortable.

I'm Dwight,
owner and proprietor.

What's your name?

Carlos Sanchez

Everybody, this is Carlos!
Say "hey!"

Hey, Carlos!
And you are?

Really hoping
you don't do that to me.

Detective Longworth.

This is
Detective Longworth!

Hey, Detective Longworth!

Sorry.
We got a strict policy here.

You're only a stranger once.
After that, you're family.

That include the fish?

Oh.
My babies -- yeah.

That's my pride and joy.

Wow.

That is one
weird-looking fish.

Yeah, that's a puffer fish.

Bought the whole lot of them
for about a grand.

$1,000
for a bunch of fish?

For that it better be paired
with a hell of a Pinot.

Yeah,
speaking of fishes,

this guy is presently swimming
with them.

Figured that's why you guys
were here.

That is a shame.
Josh was a good kid.

Take it by that
you knew him?

Yeah. Like I said, you're only
a stranger here once.

Yeah, probably not

after you were flashing
this around, though.

Any chance he was flashing that
around your bar,

maybe showing off with it,
trying to sell it?

Like any of my customers
could afford a rock like that.

Maybe you know anyone else

that might want him dead
for another reason?

I don't know about dead,

but I got plenty of customers
that weren't too happy

with what he did to some
of their favorite bars.

Was he planning on remodeling
your place?

He talked to
his business people about it,

but they weren't
interested.

Any hard feelings

between you and Josh
about that?

You kidding me?

The hotel next door has been
after my place for years.

If I wanted to sell it,
it'd take me like 15 minutes.

Know if he was
dating anyone?

As in to ask them
to marry him?

Yeah.
No.

This guy was a player.

Played everybody,
except Maggie.

Maggie?

Yeah, she's my bartender,
night manager.

Here she is.

She starts her shift
at 4:00.

Was Josh here
last night?

Uh, yeah.

He was here when I left
at midnight.

She closed the place at 2:00,
usual time.

So maybe he was waiting
till closing time

to pop the question.

And maybe someone got jealous,
popped him instead.

It's not a bad theory.
It's highly unlikely, though.

Maggie isn't exactly
the marrying kind.

You can ask anyone
about that.

So this is all
your family?

Uh, yeah.
They are to me.

Well, I'm really sorry
for your family,

but, uh, we're gonna
need to take all these.

What, you think one
of my customers was involved?

I think
it's entirely possible.

Oh, do you know where Josh
was staying?

Well, yeah, he always stayed
at the hotel right next door.

Hmm.

So far, the only thing I can
tell about Josh Richards

is that he couldn't decide
between boxers and briefs.

Really?

I need that image in my head
this whole investigation?

I'm just saying --
pick one.

Dwight's. Dwight's. Dwight's.
Gift shop.

Dwight's Dockside.

Oh.

Uh, correct me
if I'm wrong,

but is this not the Maggie
we just heard about at Dwight's,

the one on his wall?

Yep.

And if that's how she treats
all her regulars,

I just found
my new favorite bar.

- Keep it, then.
- Okay.

That is a cigarette butt.

Didn't Maggie have a cigarette
hanging out of her mouth

in that picture
at Dwight's?

Yes, she did.

Bag that.

Which means she might have
been here last night.

Well, it makes sense.

Maybe he brought her here

to wine and dine her
and then asked her to marry him.

Or this. Oh-ho.

Dwight's Dockside,
A.K.A. Maggie's place?

Looks like
Josh and Maggie

were about to attempt
a hostile takeover,

which would be
another good reason

to spend a night
in a hotel room.

Oh. Hello.

Women's sunglasses.

Which maybe she forgot
when she skipped out early,

hoping no one
would see them.

Between
4:00 and 5:00 a.m.

Josh Richards'
time of death.

Daniel, thank you so much
for doing this.

I know how busy they keep you
around here.

No problem.
I set this up for my parents.

Now they Skype me
all the time.

That's sweet.

Actually,
it's really embarrassing.

But nice for them,
I guess.

Um,
to launch the program,

all you have to do is click
on this icon.

But since he's in the
witness-protection program,

your husband will
have to initiate the call.

Once he does,
just click on "Video,"

and you and Ray
can see each other.

Oh, it's, uh, more for Jeff,
but thank you.

Being apart from his dad
has got to be tough on him.

I hope this helps.

Yeah. Me too.

From the trajectory
of the bullet

and trauma to his ribs,

I can confirm that the victim
was shot once at close range.

And the bullet?

A .38.

It was lodged in his
chest cavity. No exit wound.

What about the saliva
from the cigarette butt?

Not a match
for the victim's.

I'm gonna go with Maggie

until science
tells me otherwise.

Did Callie come in?

I don't know.

I've been here,
with my mind on my job.

It was
a job-related question.

How is you asking me
every 15 minutes

about Callie
job-related?

Detective,
I ran down activity

from his cellphone
like you asked.

Most numbers are hotels
or his office,

but there's one number in Miami
he called 12 times

in the last two weeks.

It's registered
to a Roger Brumfield.

I've been trying to call him,
but he's not answering.

Well, keep trying.
Anything from the photos?

There's names and dates
on the back of all of them,

so I'm putting them
in chronological order

and making a list of who was
there at the same time as Josh.

Okay.
Oh, and Callie's here.

Oh, I'm just gonna,
uh --

But she had to leave.

Asked me to tell you
she's sorry

she hasn't returned
your calls.

She's just been
a little busy.

Did she say why
she's been busy?

No. No, not really.

But I just loaded Skype
on her laptop

so she can talk face-to-face
with her husband.

And maybe it has something
to do with that.

Yeah. Maybe.

No worries.
I'm gonna go anyway.

- Go?
- It's 4:00.

Don't want to miss
happy hour.

Detective Longworth's
in the house!

Detective Longworth
is in the house!

I'm gonna go out on a limb
and guess

that not many people come here
for an affair.

No, for that, they check into a
hotel and order room service.

Yeah,
I heard they do that.

And if you're here to talk to me
about Josh, Detective,

as you can see,
I'm a little slammed.

Well, actually, I was --
okay, we're on the move.

Margaritas!
Who ordered the doubles?!

All right.
Yeah, I'm just curious

as to what your relationship
with Josh was.

Was he just another customer?
Not really.

But I wouldn't say
we were particularly close.

So nothing really to be
devastated about his death?

Oh, well,
that's a little crass.

- Hey, guys, what's up?
- Hey, Maggie.

No, it's just you
don't seem that broken up

about a guy who apparently drank
here several nights a week

and was found shot at close
range just 100 yards from here.

Oh, I'm sorry.
Was that a little crass, too?

I know what
you're trying to do --

rattle me
so I'll talk to you.

Is it working?

'Cause, you know,
I have plenty of other ways.

Hey. Another round?
Okay.

Okay, well,
maybe you can tell me

why you were in his hotel room
last night...

And why I think
you were the last person

to see
Josh Richards alive.

I wasn't in his hotel room.

And, um, we didn't have
that kind of relationship.

So just some casual flirting
every time he was in the bar?

That's my relationship with
every man who walks in here.

- You go out with him?
- No.

Go to his hotel room?

Detective,
I take my job seriously,

and I don't go home
with customers. Hey!

Hey! Cool it!

Not in my bar, jackass!

Stop! Stop!

Impressive.

Damn straight.
Now, if you don't mind --

Mind? No, no, no.
I'm just gonna stay here

and maybe just
watch some races.

Oh -- whoa. Whoops.

Almost sat on these.

Hey. Awesome.
Thanks.

I was wondering where
I put these. Thanks.

Actually, you left them
in Josh's hotel room.

You know,
where you weren't last night.

And I hate to be crass
and all,

but you just graduated from
person of interest to suspect.

So now...
You get to come with me.

Come on.

Yeah, all right.
I'll be here all week.

Hey.
How have you been?

Hey, you missed
all the excitement.

I heard.
Dead guy on the beach?

Murdered dead guy
on the beach.

Yeah, well, it's Florida.
I'm sure there'll be more.

How was your weekend?

Long.

Long? Yeah?
Long good or long bad?

Well, Jeff and I had some issues
to work out,

but, um, it's all good.

Oh. Okay.
Um, a-are you okay?

I'm, uh...
dealing with it.

Great.

Sorry. I need to...

Yeah, yeah.
You go DNA-swab the suspect.

Thank you.

Hi. I'm Callie.
I'm a forensic nurse.

I'm gonna be swabbing
the inside of your mouth

for a DNA sample.

"Callie."
That's a pretty name.

Thank you.

You ever been
to the bar?

What bar?

Dwight's Dockside.

No, but I've heard
of that place.

I mean, I haven't,
but my coworkers have.

You should join them.

Yeah, right.
Between school, work, my son...

You have a son?

I do.

Um, but, to be honest,

this is gonna be a little hard
if you don't stop talking.

Oh. Sorry.
Occupational hazard.

Okay. We're done.

I didn't kill Josh,
you know.

It's not my department.

Well,
are they gonna arrest me?

Because I-I didn't
do anything,

and I can't afford
a lawyer.

I really don't know
what they're planning on doing,

but something tells me

that you can handle yourself
just fine.

- Detective?
- Mm-hmm.

You said the victim was killed
with a .38?

Yeah. Why?

Suspect you're about
to interview

has a registered .38.

And my guess is
wouldn't hesitate to use it.

Why do you say that?

I've known girls like her
my whole life.

Girls like what?

You know, totally hot,

fun, loves the fact that
every guy they serve a drink to

falls in love with them.

Doesn't sound so bad.

Yeah, right up until one of them
thinks it is love,

and then she has to use force
in order to protect herself.

What, like shoot them?

I don't know if it came to that,
but, yeah, maybe.

Hey, Daniel, can you make sure
that Carlos gets this swab?

- Sure thing.
- Thanks.

I'd be careful with this one
if I were you.

Oh, I'm careful
with all my suspects.

Yeah, I'm serious.

This girl is very good

at wrapping guys
around her finger.

There. See? When I'm in there,
I'm not a guy --

I'm a cop.

Trust me,
when it comes to hot women,

every cop is a guy.

Daniel, do you have her file
pulled up?

- I do.
- DMV?

Yeah.
It's right here.

So, she was 16
when she started driving.

She's 28 years old now.

Has she ever had
a traffic violation,

speeding tickets?

No, nothing.
Not a single ticket.

- She's got a perfect record.
- Maybe she's a very good driver.

Yeah.
That's what it is.

So, uh, for those of us
keeping score,

you lied about the nature of
your relationship with Josh,

you lied about
not seeing him outside the bar,

you lied about not going up
to his hotel room.

So, uh, you planning on lying
about this, as well?

It's not against the law
to own a gun.

Unless you use it
to kill somebody.

- I didn't kill Josh.
- Then where's the gun?

It's at the bar.
That's why I bought it.

I have to close
the place.

I'm alone there
till 3:00 in the morning.

It's for my own
protection.

That makes sense.

- What about Dwight?
- What about Dwight?

- Did he need protecting?
- Protecting from who?

Dwight loves everybody.
Everybody loves Dwight.

The guy doesn't have an enemy
in the world.

You mean
aside from you and Josh.

What are you
talking about?

I've never
seen that before.

You didn't see this up in Josh's
hotel room on his tablet?

I mean, I did, and I'm not
even sleeping with the guy.

Okay, fine. Yeah.

Josh said he had a great idea
for remodeling Dwight's bar.

But he never
showed me that.

He never showed you
Maggie's place?

That's what Josh wanted to
call it. It wasn't my idea.

So he wanted to name
a bar after you

because of the relationship
you didn't have.

We didn't have
a relationship, okay?

I can't help
if Josh thought we had.

Men fall in love with women in
bikinis who serve them drinks.

Especially
when they turn up

at your hotel room
at 3:00 in the morning.

Having casual sex doesn't make
me a murderer, Detective.

But you knew
he was in love with you.

I mean,
you didn't play that a little,

maybe help him help you
steal Dwight's bar away?

Like I said, I don't know
anything about that.

You know something
about this?

No, I've never
seen that before.

He didn't show this to you
in the hotel room --

or try to?

Maybe you two
fought about it?

No, because
he never showed.

Okay, look, I admit I was --
I was in his hotel room.

But he stood me up,
so I left.

Or...you went up
to the hotel room,

you "forgot"
your sunglasses

to make it look like
he stood you up

because what really happened
is, well, you killed him.

We have a situation
in the parking lot.

Sir, your best bet
is to calm down.

Hey. Let her go, man.

You can't talk to her
without a lawyer!

Hey. Hey,
back up, Spicoli!

I want to see Maggie, man.
I got to know if she's okay.

I'm sorry.
You are...?

Kyle. Wheeler.
I'm her boyfriend.

Her boyfriend?
Does she know that?

Hey, watch your mouth.

Okay, easy.
Easy, bro.

All right, I get it.
You're upset about your girl.

You want to make sure
she's all right, right?

Look, I, uh...

tell you what, Kyle.

We can talk about Maggie
all you want.

But first, I'm gonna need you
to park your car

in the visitors parking lot
like a grown-up.

You think you can do that?

Ho!

Hello.

Look what I found, Kyle.

You just earned yourself
V.I.P. parking.

Hope you enjoy your stay.

I didn't kill Josh Richards.

So, what's with the gun,l
Kyle?

Look, Kyle, you know
this looks bad, right?

Look, if we test the gun --
oh, and we are --

and we find out
that it was Maggie's gun

from the bar used
to kill Josh Richards,

well, then only one of two
explanations makes sense.

Either you took the gun
from the bar to kill Josh,

or you took the gun from the bar
so that we wouldn't find it

because Maggie killed Josh

and you're just
trying to cover it up.

Okay, maybe you don't
understand.

Yeah, okay.
I get it, all right?

So, which is it, Kyle?

Am I booking you or Maggie
for Josh's murder?

I didn't kill
that little dweeb.

And I took the gun
from the bar

'cause I was worried that maybe
Maggie was thinking about it.

What makes you say that?

'Cause he was lying to her,

filling her head full of ideas
about starting her own place.

By stealing Dwight's bar?

By promising Maggie
the moon --

her own bar,
her own theme restaurant,

when all he really
wanted to do

was just to get her
in the sack.

Well, psh!
That had to piss you off, right?

Trying to sleep
with your girlfriend.

Oh, and actually,
by the way,

I'm not really sure
she considers you her boyfriend.

Actually, no. I'm sorry.
I take that back.

I'm completely sure she doesn't
consider you her boyfriend.

Or Josh, who I'm pretty sure
was just a booty call.

I didn't kill Josh.

Well, if you did --
and I'm pretty sure you did --

uh, that would be
one big fall from grace.

Three-time world champion.

Took home the Eddie Aikau.

The Eddie, triple crown,
two years in a row.

Yeah.

That was before I tore my ACL
and had to quit.

So you tore your ACL,
you lost all your endorsements,

your adoring fans,

most of which were beach bunnies
and surfing groupies,

like a 20-year-old Maggie,
I'm guessing.

But then Maggie lost interest
when you tore your ACL.

Had to quit, huh?

That's not what happened.
Maggie and I were fine.

We were gonna use
my surfing money

to open up a T-shirt shack

and find a little house to rent
somewhere near the beach.

Until a good-looking,
upwardly mobile dweeb

comes into town,
and all of a sudden,

that T-shirt shop
and a washed-up surfer

just doesn't sound like
a promising future.

So, she dumps you,
and you lose your future,

you lose Maggie,
so you killed him.

Ballistics pulled prints off
that .38 we found in Kyle's car.

Confirmed partials
for both Kyle and Maggie.

Knowing how slow
they can be,

I'm sure ballistics said
it'd be a few days

before they could confirm
whether or not

it was the gun
used to kill Josh Richards.

Actually,
they promised me that

by the end of
the day tomorrow.

They did? Huh.

Sure as hell never promised me
anything like that.

Well, maybe it's the way
you ask them.

Or not.

I'm sure you just
usually catch them

in a bad mood.

- Daniel.
- Yeah?

Roger Brumfield
ever answer his phone?

No, but the prefix
covers all of Dade County,

and there are 12
R. Brumfields listed.

I called all of them,
but none of them were Roger.

All right, keep on trying.
Also, I need you to trace this.

Called my buddy at the jewelry
building on Wabash in Chicago.

He said the certificate number should
be etched onto the edge of it.

You can read it
with a 10-times loop

trace it back
to the jeweler.

I need you to find out
where Josh bought it

and who sold it to him.

On it. Oh,
there's one other thing.

I ran the registration
on Maggie Bauman's gun.

The address listed on the
registration is not Maggie's.

Whose is it?

It's Dwight Stewart's.

You got something
against women in bikinis?

I can relax better if I can keep
an eye on my bar.

What brings you
back out again today?

Oh, you know,
surf, sun...

From what I hear,

the best grouper sandwich
on the strip.

I make the best sandwich.

But I doubt that's why you came
all the way back out here.

Yeah, I was also
wondering why Maggie

would buy and register a gun
in their own name

but put your address as her home
address on the registration.

She was in between apartments
at the time.

I let her use my address.

Or your address
was her address.

As in you two
were living together?

We had a thing
about five years ago,

back when she first started
working for me.

What kind of a thing?

Well, you've seen her,
Detective.

I'm sure you can imagine
what kind of thing.

Lasted about eight months.
It was what it was.

And ultimately
it didn't work out.

That had to be
a sad day for you.

Yeah, I was pretty bummed.

But it was more
than just our age.

We were just
too different.

Don't get me wrong.
I love my bar.

But she was obsessed
with it.

She wouldn't let
anyone else run it,

not even
for a couple hours.

I'd ask her to go out
to the mangroves with me

and take a pitcher of margs
and watch the sunset.

She couldn't even do that.

That's kind of weird for
a cocktail waitress, isn't it?

Yeah, I think
she's just wired that way.

She loved running the bar.
I wanted to make her happy.

You ever think
of making her a partner?

I didn't want to make her
that happy.

Yeah, well, you know what
they say about hindsight, huh?

What's this?

Found it in Josh's room.

Looks like she and Josh
were scheming behind your back

to take your bar
away from you.

Which, if you knew that,

would be a very good reason
to kill over.

Just not Maggie --
'cause let's face it --

she's the only reason
people drink at your bar.

I love my bar, Detective --
not enough to kill for it.

I can't believe she'd go
behind my back like this.

Right.

The girl in a bikini

who lets every man
fall in love with her

would never think of using that
to her advantage.

Detective Longworth,
your grouper's up.

Mind your own business.

Yo, Detective.

Uh, still no luck
on that mystery phone number,

but I do have some information
on the diamond.

Like the jeweler
who sold it?

Yeah, but it wasn't sold
to Josh Richards.

It was sold
to a Phillip Krasnov

in Carbondale, New York,
six years ago.

I called Krasnov.

He told me it was stolen
in a house burglary

just after he bought it.

Well, Josh may be
a home wrecker,

but he's not
a home invader.

Which means he bought
a hot diamond.

See if there's
a police report on it.

Yeah, you got it.

I also might have
something else for you.

In the last couple weeks,

a couple
of shady characters

have been hanging out
at Dwight's.

Now, usually it's just
college kids, tourists,

the usual local barflies,
but look at this.

Oh, what's
a surfer dude doing

splitting a pitcher
with two hard-core cholos?

Very hard-core --
this one guy here

matches the description of a guy
who's wanted for murder.

The day before
Josh was killed,

Kyle withdrew $8,000 in cash
from his savings account.

That's the going rate
for a two-bit hit man.

Get me Kyle's address,

and get me a warrant
from Manus.

And backup.

We have a warrant for cause
and a possible fugitive inside.

Heads up and stay sharp.
Let's do it.

FDLE! Search warrant!
Search warrant!

Cops!

Down! Down! Down!

Down! Down! Down!
Down! Down!

I got the runner!
I got the runner!

Get on the ground!
Get on the ground!

Hey.

Hey.

So, how'd the video chat
with your dad go?

Did something happen?

- No.
- Did the software quit?

Did your dad cancel?

'Cause I know these things
are hard for him to schedule.

Dad didn't cancel.

All right,
so what happened?

I know you were excited
to talk to your dad.

Jeff.

Oh, honey, it's okay.

Mom, I'm trying.
I really am.

I know, honey.
I'm sorry.

I-I know this must be
so hard for you.

Mom, look, I know
it has to be like this, okay?

And I swear, I am not trying
to make you feel bad.

It's okay.

I just miss dad.

I know you do, honey.

I know you do.

You're wrong, Detective.

I didn't pay those guys $8,000
to kill Josh Richards.

Well,
what was the money for?

The 8 grand
was my buy-in.

It was for a high-stakes
poker game.

Yeah, very high-stakes,
Kyle.

An illegal poker game
with a bunch of known felons

who wouldn't hesitate
to pop a cap in your ass.

Or was hosting that
little poker party payment

for bumping off Josh?

It wasn't like that.

Well, now is the time to tell me
what it was like, Kyle.

Now?

Okay.

Okay.

I just needed to make
some money fast.

- What for?
- For Maggie.

I-if Dwight was gonna sell
the bar to Josh,

I figured he'd sell it
to me first.

I really wanted it
for Maggie.

Okay, so you hosted
an illegal card game

with a bunch of thugs

to impress your ex-girlfriend
to win her back.

I could never
compete with Josh

and his corporate
deep pockets.

Except his company wasn't
interested in buying it.

Oh, except you knew that he
could raise the money himself.

Impress her
by buying it for her.

So you needed him out
of the picture for good.

I didn't kill Josh.

But I should have.

The way he was taking advantage
of Maggie.

A little bit
of casual sex --

hardly enough
to commit murder over.

It wasn't just casual sex,
Detective.

That bastard took Maggie
for everything she was worth.

She told me she gave him
her life savings

to put into buying that bar,

but nothing
ever came of it.

What kind of life savings
we talking about?

I don't know.

The whole time we were together,
she never saved a dime,

but she always said
if she needed to,

she could sell stuff
and scrape enough together

to put a down payment
on that bar.

I've been through
four years' worth

of Josh Richards'
bank statements,

and the only deposits
he ever made

are from
his regular salary

and his four year-end
bonus commissions.

So if Maggie gave him
her life savings,

what did he do with it?

Any luck
on that phone number?

Sorry.
Still no answer.

You have Josh's cellphone?

Yeah. Yeah.
Right there.

Well,
maybe they'll answer...

If they think
Josh is calling.

Yeah, hi.

Um, who's this?

Mark. Right. Sorry.

Didn't recognize the voice.
Um, it's Josh.

Listen, I'm writing
the boss a check,

and I was wondering who exactly
to make it out to.

Brumfield and Associates.
Right.

Is that an Inc.
Or an LLC?

Private
investigation. Yeah. Of course.

Uh, listen, I don't want to
bother the big guy,

so I was wondering if you
can do me a clerical favor.

That file you sent me last time,
I put it in my briefcase.

My briefcase got lost.
It's a long story.

Listen, can you, um,
can you send me that file again?

Maybe fax it to me?

Yeah, sure.
It's, um...

What's our fax number?

Uh...

It's, uh, 790-555-0188.

Great. Thank you.
You've been a big help.

Josh was getting dirt
on someone.

But who?

Well, if I was thinking of
marrying the girl on the strip

that every guy
fell in love with,

I'd start with her.

Detective.

Taking her out
for a spin later.

Care to join?

Actually,
I'm looking for Maggie.

Oh, she's, uh,
getting ready for work.

Uh, well,
I kind of need to talk to her.

Well, she's half-naked,
so now's a good time.

Yeah, I'd rather wait
till she's not half-naked.

Uh, when does
her shift start?

Uh...
about an hour.

She'll be there
till she starts.

The better the tan,
the bigger the tips.

No, please, don't get up.

Detective.

Is now really
the best time?

Best time for what?
I haven't said anything yet.

Well, undoubtedly,
you have more questions.

Yeah, just a couple
of little ones.

And then you can
go back to...

You know,
killing off your skin cells.

Like...

your life savings
that you gave to Josh.

What life savings?

The life savings that Kyle said
you gave to Josh

to help him buy
Dwight's bar.

From what, my tip jar?

I don't have a life savings.

I don't know where Kyle
got that idea from.

While you're here,

you think maybe you could hit
my lower back for me?

No.
While I'm here,

do you think maybe
you could stop lying to me?

Okay, look.

I gave Josh what I had,
which wasn't much --

believe me.

He said his company didn't
want to buy Dwight's place

because it wasn't
inside of a hotel,

but that the two of us
should buy it,

and I could manage it.

Was that
such a horrible idea?

Hey, not if you're Josh

and he just bilked you out
of your entire life savings.

Yeah,
but totally worth it

if it meant finally
getting the money

and the credit I deserve.

I'm the reason that place
is packed every night.

All Dwight cares about
is ringing his stupid bell

and his polaroids.

Why shouldn't
I reap the benefits?

Oh, hey, no reason.

Oh, except that Dwight
didn't want to sell his bar.

Josh said
he'd wear Dwight down.

Said he had a plan.

Did his plan include hiring
a private investigator?

No.

Why would he do that?

Well, considering
that it seemed like

he thought he was
gonna marry you,

maybe he
wanted to make sure

that you weren't still
sleeping with Kyle...

or Dwight or, you know,

any man that falls in love
with a woman in a bikini

that sells them drinks.

But I'm thinking
maybe he found out

something
he didn't count on.

- Like what?
- Well, I don't know.

Maybe a secret
that you're hiding,

and maybe a secret
worth killing for.

That's ridiculous,
Detective.

And if you think
I'm the only person

on the strand with a secret,
you're being way naive.

Oh.

Well, I don't
want to be way naive.

But trust me.

Whatever he was
digging around for,

I will find out.

Daniel.

Detective.

The fax
from the P.I. firm --

Brumfield and Associates --
did that come in?

I still haven't checked.

I keep forgetting
we still have a fax machine.

I got that police report
you asked about, though.

Not much to it,
I'm afraid.

No. No. No.

Yes.

Huh.

Great minds
do actually think alike.

Hey, Carlos,
do you know where Jim is?

I've tried calling him
like three times.

Haven't seen him.
Something wrong?

No, there's just something
I wanted to talk to him about,

but I haven't really found
the chance to do it.

It's not like him
not to call me back.

Yeah, well, it is unusual,
but I wouldn't worry.

He's probably charging
his phone.

I'll take that.

I'm thinking now?

Well, I did ask you
to join me.

There's over $3 million
worth of diamonds

in that bag, Detective.

Do you have any idea how much
fun you and I could have

in Costa Rica
for that kind of dough?

Gee, off the top of my head,
$3 million worth?

Which you almost got away with,
didn't you, Dwight?

Or should I say Artie?

Artie?

Artie the artful dodger?

Master jewelry thief

who for over a decade
robbed houses

up and down
the eastern seaboard,

amassing over $6 million
worth of diamonds

and precious stones

and evading law enforcement
for years.

Well, until now.

Some of that you kept in
your fish tank for easy access.

The rest you buried here
in case someone followed you

and you had to run --
again.

You pieced all that together
from my fish tank, did you?

Yep.

Well, that
and your favorite chair.

You know, the one that you face
away from the ocean

so you can keep an eye
on your bar?

You're not really doing that,
are you?

You're looking at those
ocean-front apartments

behind it --
people coming and going,

who's in town,
who's on vacation.

Old habits die hard.

Well...

I'm retired
from all that now.

And that hardly
makes me a murderer.

There's no proof.

There's the 3-karat ring that you
gave to Maggie back in the day.

Her life savings
that she gave to Josh

to sell for her half
of the buy-in.

Yeah,
that must hurt, huh?

Having that thrown back
in your face.

And then when he
went to sell it,

found out it was stolen.
Like me, he got suspicious,

hired a private investigator to
do a background check on you,

found out you weren't exactly
who you said you were,

then threatened to go
to the police with the truth

if you didn't sell him
your bar,

the real gem he needed
to win Maggie's heart.

I still think
you're crazy.

What's $3 million

to let a harmless little
jewel thief go free?

Yeah,
but you're not really

a harmless little
jewel thief anymore,

are you, Artie?

Now you're a murderer.

Come on.
Time to go.

Maggie, have you seen
Detective Longworth?

Do you know where he is?

Dwight's gone.

Maggie --
his boat is gone.

All of his things
are gone.

And the only thing he left

was this envelope
with my name on it.

It's full of money.

Maggie, where's Dwight?

I don't know.

Dwight is not
who he says he is.

He's been lying to you
and everyone else for years.

He's been on the run,

and he's clearly
armed and dangerous,

and he might have
my friend with him,

so where is he?
I don't know.

- Maggie, I need you to think.
- I don't know! I swear it!

Where was that taken?

What?

This picture --
where was it taken?

U.S. Coast Guard.

Hands where we can see them,
and identify yourself.

He's over here.

Jim, are you okay?

Yeah, no, I'm fine.
I mean...now.

You scared the shit
out of me.

Yeah, well, it wasn't exactly
what I had planned, either.

Hey, thanks for calling
the Coast Guard.

- Backup really came in handy.
- Yeah.

Actually, no, no, no.

I don't need an ambulance.
Come on.

Yeah, you do! Have you seen
the cut on your head?

No, it's just a bump.

No, it's a gash
on your head,

and it's bleeding
profusely,

so you're gonna go
to the doctor

and get stitches and an MRI

and whatever else
he wants to do.

Hey, h-how did you know
I was in trouble?

Are you kidding?

I tried calling you like eight
times, left three messages.

W-what was so important
you needed to call eight times?

Um...

I mean, I thought
you were avoiding me.

I wasn't avoiding you.

I was -- I just wanted to wait
until things settled.

Settled?

Yeah, uh...

Jeff and I went to see his dad
this week.

Oh.

Yeah, we had the talk.

And it wasn't easy.

And Jeff's still
struggling with it,

but it's, um --
it's official.

I filed for divorce.

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