The Glades (2010–2013): Season 4, Episode 13 - Tin Cup - full transcript

Whatever.

Putt-putt sucks.

You just hit it too hard.

Here.

If you line it up...
Nice and straight...

Give it a kiss.

See?

[ Ball clacks ]

What the hell?

[ Door creaks ]

[ Both scream ]



Oh, my God!

I'm so happy to see you!

How long has it been
since you were here?

I don't know.
Like forever.

So this must be him.

Yes, this is him.

Or Jim, as some people call me.

- Corinne, hey!
- Oh.

It's, uh, good
to finally meet you.

Yeah.

I told you she was real.

Jim: Yeah, your sister
actually exists.

[ Both chuckle ]

And this is Miranda,



my supervisor
from Atlanta General.

Hi, it's so nice to meet you!

Hey.

And that's Joan, Jim's mom.

Joan. Hey. I like your work. Hi.

You got any more like him
at home, or...?

[ Laughs ] Oh, trust me,

this one
was all I could handle.

[ Cellphone rings ]

Oh.

And there's his dad.

Hey, hon.

Okay, so all the bridesmaids
are on deck.

My work here is done.

The groom
just has to turn up, right?

Yeah. Right after
he finishes everything

on the bride's
to-do list.

O-kay.

"Pick up
the bridesmaids' dresses,

"pick up corsages,

pick up your mom"?

Oh, yeah, she gets in late
Friday night from Cincinnati.

Blame Gordon,
our jackass stepfather.

Hmm.

Oh, my God.

You still have that?

Yeah. I worked my 10-year-old
girl scout fingers

to the bone for that.

I practically had to rip it
out of mom's hands

when we moved to Cincy.
[ Chuckles ]

Hey, where are you guys going
on your honeymoon?

I don't know.
It's a surprise.

Jim hasn't even told me
what to pack.

Yes, I have.

As little as possible.
[ Chuckles ]

Okay, you two.
Get a room.

Corinne:
Can I get one, too?

I want to change
into some shorts.

Oh, yeah.

You're bunking with me.
Come on.

Thank you.

So it's been a while, huh?
Your sister?

Yeah.

I mean, she's been here
for visits,

but my parents divorced
when she was 15,

and then she moved to Cincinnati
with mom and Gordon,

then went to school in Boulder.

Why didn't she
move back to Florida?

'Cause she fell in love
with Colorado, I guess.

Oh.

Well, this thing should
definitely come over with us.

You want that old, dusty thing
at your place?

No, I want it at our place.

Something old, something new.

Mm.
[ Cellphone rings ]

And something Carlos.

Looks like I have something else
on my to-do list.

Buh! Buh!

Oh. Right.

Oh. Right.

Yeah.

Those are for guests.

[ Police radio chatter ]

- What are you doing here?
- Solving a murder

and working on my short game.

- Kettle corn?
- Oh. Just go and win Callie a Teddy bear.

I'm giving this one
to Detective Brown.

- Brown the Clown from Pompano? Why?
- Shh. Shh. Shh.

Uh, your wedding's
in like two days.

Oh, come on!
Are you kidding?

I could solve two murders
in that time.

[ Sighs ] Four if it's
a double homicide.

Look, I swear I'll be
all wrapped up

by the time we say
our "I dos."

Uh-huh. Fine.

In case you don't,
I'll be riding shotgun.

That is one very white
white guy.

Carlos: Austin Grimes, 24.
Gunshot to the chest.

Liver temp puts time of death
around midnight,

after the park closed.

His whiteness owing to
zinc sun block, from the smell.

He's from Kalamazoo,

according to
his Michigan license

that we found in his wallet.

Here you go.

Had a bloody cellphone
with a dead battery.

Daniel's charging it right now.

Spikeless golf shoes.

Meaning that's relevant
somehow?

Uh, in addition to me having my eyes
on a pair for a couple of months,

why would someone wear
golf spikes to play putt-putt?

Maybe someone
that leaves a blood trail.

What's next door?

An 18-hole
public golf course.

[ Chuckling ] Really?!

[ Sighs ]

This is a public golf course?

30 bucks a round.

This may be one of the best
hidden Florida gems

you've never told me about,
Carlos.

What are you talking about?

There's a lot of Florida gems
I've never told you about.

Why ruin it for the rest of us?

[ Chuckles ]

That's more like
the public course

I've come to know and avoid.

That's blood.

Oh, shell casings. You've
got the gloves on. Yeah.

Looks like something bad
definitely went down

on this hole last night.

Well, bad things happen

when you don't play
by the rules, Carlos.

Someone didn't rake the trap.

So someone forgot
to rake a hazard?

That's hardly a reason
to shoot and kill someone.

Yeah! Says the man
with no sand game whatsoever.

Oh! [ Chuckles ]

Yo.

A hazard that tells me that,
uh, one thing's for sure...

Whoever shot and killed
our victim

wasn't playing a round.

The Glades 04x13
Tin Cup
Originally Aired August 26, 2013

Our perp shoots our victim,

tosses his piece, and runs.

The vic falls on his knees.

His phone's dead,

so he staggers next door
for help,

loses consciousness,
and bleeds out.

Manus:
I'll take that as our "how."

What have you got for a "why"?
Well, this might help.

It's got printed numbers on it,
like the corner of a check.

Who brings a checkbook
to a golf course?

Uh, I'm gonna go with
someone who needed one,

like the perp if he lost a bet,

got all teed off,

and then did all the stuff
that Carlos just said.

So we're talking about a wager gone bad?
[ Cellphone rings ]

Let's start by finding out who
played here recently.

- Yes!
- Uh...

Leah. Hi.

Yeah, thanks
for calling me back.

Uh, yeah.

No, we'd like to spend
the wedding night there.

Keys and contract by Saturday.

Yes. Thank you.
You're the best.

Thank you.
Thank you. Thank you.

[ Laughs ]

Is that your big surprise?

You rented a house
for your honeymoon?

Nope.
I bought it.

We move in when we get back
from Bermuda.

Oh!

[ Chuckles ]
What? It's a surprise!

[ Laughs ] Yeah, that's, uh...
That's one word for it.

Carlos, you're his best man.

You and Callie are a team now.

You can't make unilateral
decisions like buying a house.

No, no, no, no, no.
It's Callie's dream house.

She walked past it every day
on the way to school.

She's dreamt about it
since she was a little girl.

She's even bookmarked
the listing on her laptop.

She's gone to three open houses
she doesn't know I know about.

Callie's made me
the happiest guy in the world.

I get to make this dream
come true for her.

Yeah.
Good luck with that, amigo.

[ Chuckles ]

What?

[ Sighs ]

Whatever.

No rain checks
after nine holes.

It's not my fault the
course was closed. Oh...

No, that would be me.

Or actually this guy for
getting shot on the 18th green.

You know him?

Looks like every other yahoo
who plays out here.

Really?

Look, I paid my 30 bucks!

Either let me play
or give me my money back!

Or a third option...

I arrest you for obstructing
my investigation.

Yeah.
My tax dollars at work.

Austin Grimes.
You know him?

Yeah, I've seen him around.

I just figured
he was another snowbird

looking for a cheap 18 holes.

Okay, well, I'll need a list
of all the other people

looking for a cheap 18,
say, from yesterday.

Okay.

Um, is there a lot of gambling
that goes on here?

No, sir. No.

Betting on golf is, uh,
strictly against the rules.

And who enforces that?
You?

I am management,
so, yeah, I guess.

I'm Red...
Red Morton.

And due to the budget cuts,

I'm also the head pro,
the chief landscaper,

and your cook over at the snack bar.
[ Chuckles ]

That's a lot of hats.

I guess with
all that responsibility,

it wouldn't be too hard

to let a little wager
here and there slip past you,

especially if looking the other way put
a little something in your pocket.

Let... let people gamble
on my golf course?

- Yeah.
- No. No way.

Not... not a chance. It's...
I respect the game too much.

And anybody that knows me

knows better than to try
anything like that here.

You know, there's a lot of
life lessons that can be learned

- from the game of golf if you just...
- Play by the rules. Yeah, got it.

Well, since I think
that Austin wasn't,

know of anyone that he might
have had an altercation with?

Well, he was
a bit of a hothead,

especially after a bad round,

but nothing I ever saw that would result
in a shooting. [ Car horn honking ]

[ Engine revving ]

Man: Come on!
Move that thing!

Come on!

So much for those
life lessons, huh?

Daniel, everything okay?

Uh, yeah, yeah.

The guy was mad our crime-tech
unit was blocking his way.

I think I found
our victim's car.

Jim: - This one? Michigan plates?
- Not locked.

Yeah, well,
who's gonna steal it?

Not unless
they needed sun block.

Bought a case at Costco
yesterday.

Right here.

And two garden items...

Not here.

Find out what they were.

Sleeping bag, suitcase.

Looks like Austin
was living out of his car.

Oh! And hustling golf
out of it, too.

Two new sets of golf clubs,
both left-and right-handed.

That's a classic hustle...
bet the other person

you can beat them
playing with the wrong hand.

[ Laughs ]

Laser range finder,
anti-slice tees.

Oh!
Loaded golf balls.

Obviously an illegal advantage.

And the sun block? To hide the
fact that he's in the sun all day?

'Cause a ringer doesn't want anyone
to know he's a ringer, right?

'Cause then you might end up...

a dead ringer.
[ Chuckles ]

Callie: - Hey!
- Aunt Corinne, hey!

Oh, my gosh!

Look at you. I can't believe
how much you've grown.

What happened to
my little Jeffster?

He's, uh, in here somewhere.

[ Laughs ] Jody.

Hey, baby.

You look fantastic.

Oh, thanks.

Must be all that clean living
I've avoided my whole life.

So I'm staying with grandma,
and I need to grab some stuff

- since I've lost my room for the weekend.
- Yeah.

Hey, I brought you a
Rapids Jersey.

- You still into soccer?
- Oh, yeah. Definitely. Thank you.

Yay!

Thank you for picking up Jeff

and watching him
while we're gone.

Any time, baby.
You know that.

Are you sure
you don't want to...

Honey...

It is very sweet
to think of me,

but your wedding...
it's just not my place.

You are gonna have
a beautiful day, though.

I just know it.

You've been so amazing to me
all these years.

More like a mom
than my real mom sometimes.

I hope that
we can still be friends.

Friends?!

Hell, honey, we are family.
And we always will be.

Come here.

Thank you.

[ Sighs ]

Tony: Hey, cinderella.

I see you're ready
for the ball.

Yeah.
Two days and counting.

And if you're here,

I'm guessing you got news
about Ray?

The news is
that there's no news.

He hasn't used his ATM card
in a couple days,

but the Tacoma field office
feels pretty confident

- he hasn't left the state.
- Okay.

But you didn't come here to tell
me there's nothing to tell me.

I know you don't want to worry
Callie before the wedding.

But I need your word

that the minute you guys
are wheels up to Bermuda

that you'll let her know
what's going on,

or I'll have to.

Better it should come from you.

Yeah, I know.
I-I will. I promise.

I'll keep an eye on Jeff
while you guys are gone.

- He'll be fine.
- Great.

Oh, and I should get you
the address to the new place.

- You got it? Congratulations.
- Yeah.

No, I figure both our places
come with a little baggage.

Starting our new lives
together,

we should do it
on a clean slate.

I'll run a cross check
on any former associates

of Ray's in the area, if any.

I'll have the new address processed

by the time you guys get back
from your honeymoon.

You guys don't mess around.

My job is to keep people
from becoming your job.

Cause of death
was hypovolemia...

Loss of blood.

The bullet pierced
Austin's inferior vena cava.

And the gun? Caliber matches
the slug from the body.

The perp wiped it clean.

I'm running
the serial number now.

But get this... I put in
for a death certificate,

found Austin
in the state system.

He was born in Palm Glade,
no siblings.

Parents died when he was 10.
Bounced around foster homes.

What's contact dermatitis?

Poison oak.

He had a bad case
on his inner thighs.

Highly contagious.

Ew.

Daniel, any luck on that phone.

No, it's password-protected.

I'm running
an algorithmic code cracker.

But I did get something
on the check.

It has micro-perforations
on the right side, not the left,

which means it's not
a personal check.

More like a cashier's check,

which is printed
on a roll of paper.

Which explains these...
Security threads.

Invisible to the naked eye.
It's a watermark.

I'll send a copy of it
to local banks, vendors,

see if I can get a hit.

For a guy sleeping in his car,
our victim sure was flush.

In the last week, he deposited
three personal checks

totaling 80 grand,

all from a Glen Kingman,

a golf-course developer
out of palm beach.

10, 20, 50 grand.

That pattern's typical
for a hustler.

He lets the mark
win a few rounds, sets the hook,

and then bets
double or nothing.

Checks that tell me I need
to check out this Glen Kingman.

Glen: Hey, you mind, pal?
I'm in a bit of a hurry.

Hey, Glen.
You get your 30 bucks back?

Oh, what the hell
do you want now?

Uh, your hands behind your back
would be nice.

Hey! What...
what the hell's this about?!

Uh, it's about
you losing 80 grand

playing golf with Austin Grimes.
Oh, come...

Yeah, you know, that dead guy

that you couldn't I.D.
in the parking lot,

which makes you
as bad at playing golf

as you are at lying.

Not mine detective.

I'm not the only guy
the kid hustled.

No, but you were the only one

who wrote him personal checks
for 80 grand.

And after seeing how hot you got
over a $30 game of golf,

well, murder's not
too much of a leap.

Where were you
at midnight last night?

Asleep with my wife.

Look, I spent my whole life
on a golf course.

I bet on golf
to make it interesting.

Hardly a crime.

No, but lying to a cop
about a murder is.

You already had the guy's name.

That's as much
as I could give you.

I met him on the driving range.

[ Clears throat ]
We played a few rounds.

We were gonna play
this morning.

I was hoping to make
some of my money back.

If I had killed him,

would I have been stupid enough
to show up there this morning?

Not unless you're smart enough

to make it look like
you're not stupid enough.

Look, I've made $100 million
building championship courses

from Florida to Dubai.

Why would I throw that away
over a low-rent hustle?

'Cause you're a cheap bastard
with anger-management problems.

The real question is, why are
you playing a municipal course

when you can play the best
courses around the world?

I can't gamble
on my own properties.

It's bad for business.

Well, so is looking good
for my murder.

So, until further notice,

don't go joining any foursomes
out of state. No can do.

I've got a 9:00 A.M. finance
meeting at Hilton head tomorrow.

I can't miss that.

Not anymore, you don't.

You can't keep me
from doing business!

Want to bet?

Oh.

Crack that phone's
password yet?

Just now.

He shot this yesterday.

Austin:
Feet shoulder-width apart,

weight balanced,
and choke up on the shaft.

So Austin gave private lessons.
Who's the student body?

Daniel:
Britta Naylor, his only student.

His film calendar said he's been
teaching her twice a week

for the past three months.

I got her address
off his contacts.

Star Island!

That's a galaxy far, far away
from Palm Glade Municipal.

It's terrible
what happened to Austin,

but, sadly, not surprising.

Palm Glade Municipal
is hardly the Doral.

But you had lessons there
twice a week.

But not there.

We always met
at my country club.

Lessons that Austin
would often film on his phone.

It's funny.

You know, he never really
focused on your backswing,

just your backside.

Well, that's where
my power comes from.

Oh, I can see that, yeah.

Is that zinc?

Yeah, Austin gave it to me.

Did he give you
the poison oak, too?

The rash.

You know,
that's highly contagious.

It's also highly suspicious

since Austin,
your now-dead golf tutor,

had it
in exactly the same spot.

Sure you weren't
hot for teacher?

Please.

I got it from hitting my ball
into the woods.

Or scratching some other itch.

[ Scoffs ] I'm sorry,

but what gives you the right
to come into my home

and make lewd accusations?

Uh, my job.

And now that, apparently.

You're Mrs. Glen Kingman?

Oh, wow!
That's just a gimme.

I don't see what that
has to do with anything.

Uh, your husband lost 80 grand

to your now-dead
golf instructor.

Okay, but that sort of makes him
more of a suspect than me.

She said, pointing her finger
at her rich as hell husband.

Look, I'm sorry he's dead.

- Austin was a sweet kid. He was...
- Austin was a hustler

who knew how to rig the game
by working people's weaknesses.

Having met your husband,
I'm guessing yours is boredom.

And knowing that Glen would kick
you to the curb if he found out,

now I'm thinking
that you killed Austin

so he wouldn't kill
your marriage.

I wasn't sleeping with Austin.

I love my husband, detective,
but I hate golf.

I suck at it.

So Glen bought me lessons

so we could play
with investors' wives.

He asked a hustler to teach
his trophy wife how to swing.

Sounds suspiciously like the
makings of a foursome already.

You know what?

I think I've had enough
of your salacious innuendo.

Now, if you don't mind,
I have a game to play.

Oh, I bet you do.

Hi!

You ready?

Daniel, get with Manus
on a warrant.

I need you to dig in
to something for me.

Callie: [ Scoffs ]

The deejay double-booked,

so now I have to find
a replacement.

I'm on it.
No, Miranda...

I've got it, Cargill.

Now lie back and drink.
Doctor's orders.

Oh, now, this is an emergency.

That's true.

She sure is take-charge.

Miranda rescued me
more than once in Atlanta.

She was a life saver.

I like Jim.

He's really cute and funny.

Yeah.

He's definitely not Ray.

It's okay, Corinne.
I know how much you liked Ray.

You were like
a kid sister to him.

He was always looking out
for you.

Like when you were angry at mom

and acting out over the divorce

and you took
all of that video equipment

from your high school.

God, she was so mad.

And Ray drove you down
to that wretched

scared-straight camp
in Clewiston

'cause he thought you and mom
would kill each other.

I know that you weren't
just angry at mom.

I know that you
were mad at me, too.

You know, because I got married
and left you alone

to deal with Gordon and mom
by yourself.

But I didn't do it to hurt you.

But I did abandon you,

and it would
just break my heart

to know that that's why
you moved out west.

The good news is
there's more champagne!

Do I even want to know
what the bad news is?

Some pretty awful storms

are threatening
to close down airports

from Chicago to the east coast.

Mom could miss the wedding?!

Yeah, and half of Jim's family
in Chicago.

Hey, did you hear about
the storms

affecting the entire
eastern seaboard?

Have you talked to your family?

Not since mom and dad
were here.

They're closing airports.

Half of our guests
might not make it.

Ah, I'm sure the media's
just blowing it up.

I mean, how many
storms of the century

could there possibly be?

You girls enjoy your spa day.

It'll be fine, I promise.

Yeah. Okay.

Well, in that case,
can you, um,

make sure that you pick up
the corsages?

Right after I solve this case.

I love you. Bye.

Slippery slope, amigo.

What?
It's not a lie.

I am solving this case.

Which, lucky for you,
took place at a golf course.

Wow.
That was ugly.

Wait, that makes no sense.

Greens never break
away from the water.

These mulligans count,
you know.

[ Cellphone rings ]

Yeah. Daniel.

I looked into other big checks
Glen Kingman wrote

from his personal account,
like you asked.

Last year, he wrote a check
for 50 grand

to a John Morton
from Palm Glade.

Does that name
mean anything to you?

No.
But Red Morton does.

Thanks, Daniel.

Jim: Red.

Red!

Cut it off.

Oh. Hey.

Must be nice having the course
all to yourselves today.

Yeah.

Well, uh, you'd know
all about that,

as in tampering with evidence
from my crime scene.

Oh, this is a Wood Stork.

They're endangered.

They like to nest up in
the trees next to our ponds.

The law requires that I send it
to Fish and Game,

see what killed it,
make sure it doesn't spread.

So what did y'all shoot
out there today?

Actually,
I'm more interested in

who you shot out here
last night.

What... what...
you mean that snowbird?

Now, why would I shoot him?

Because of another
endangered species, the whale,

as in Glen Kingman.

You know, the guy whose check
you cashed for 50 grand.

And who you planned
on taking to the cleaners,

until Austin stepped in
and harpooned your whale.

- So you shot back with a glock to the chest.
- Whoa. You're taking me in?

But I already told you I don't
allow gambling on this course.

I have too much respect for the game.

Respect for the game.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I got it.

And, yes, I'm taking you in.
[ Clears throat ]

Right after we stop by
the florist

- to pick up some corsages.
- What...

Oh, I underestimated you, Red.

In and out of jail
for petty theft,

kiting checks,

beating a guy in Boynton Beach?

That was all
when I was young and stupid.

As opposed to
the genius you are now?

Come on, every golfer knows

that the ball always breaks
towards the water.

But the 18th hole
at your course...

Well, it breaks away.

You rigged it that way
to get an advantage, didn't you?

'Cause you know that on the last hole
is where the big money lives and dies.

I don't hustle golf.
I already told you that.

You spent all that time setting the
hook in Glen for an initial 50 grand,

and then Austin swoops in,
swallows the fish whole.

- So you killed him.
- That's not what happened.

Look, that five months
in prison...

It scared the crap out of me,
detective.

And I got community service
at Palm Glade Municipal.

I was cutting back trees,
I was painting,

I was mowing the lawns,

and that was the first time
that I picked up a golf club

and I was hooked.

But I'm not good enough
to hustle.

I'm like an 18 handicap.

Says the guy who's about to
take you for all you're worth.

No, it's the truth.

One day, the sheriff's office

brought some juvies down
to clean up the course,

and I let a few of them
hit some balls on the range.

And... and I saw the focus
that it gave them.

And it gave me the idea that
I could use the game of golf

to keep these kids from making
the same mistakes I made.

And Austin was one of them.

- You taught Austin how to play golf?
- Yeah.

He had the skills to go pro,

but he was always looking
for easy money instead.

Like the money he easily took
from your mark, Glen Kingman.

[ Sighs ] That money... that 50 grand...
it wasn't a hustle, detective.

It was a donation

to my kids' program to help buy
used golf clubs and shoes.

'Cause Glen's
such a generous guy.

Well, he wanted the photo op.

And with the city's
budget cuts,

I was willing to do
anything I could

to put the sprinklers on.

I even petitioned Fish and Game

to turn the whole course
into a-a green zone

to get state funding... um,
maybe fund the next Austin.

Until he steals your mark, as well, so
you got to kill him.

[ Sighs ] Hey...
until I found the game of golf,

I was completely lost.

And that little gem
is home to me.

It's the people's course.

And I would do anything I could
to protect it.

Well, yanking a weed
like Austin Grimes

from your "little gem..."

That would be
one hell of a start.

[ Sighs ]

They just closed O'Hare
and Cincinnati International.

Okay, all right.
Well, we've still got 24 hours.

Jim, that's hundreds
of flights.

They're gonna be backed up
for days.

Look, know how hard you worked
on this wedding,

and if a couple of people
can't be here, then...

No, half of the wedding,
including my mom.

Just remember,
this is still our day, right?

Anyone else shows up,
that's just gravy.

Judge Cates just called.

He's stuck in court.
Can't make rehearsal.

Except the guy
presiding over our wedding.

Michael: Hey, hey, hey!

Who do you have to marry to get
a drink around this place?!

Dad?! What are you doing here? I thought
they closed O'Hare. Oh, my God.

Oh, bus to Springfield,
train to Biloxi,

flight to Orlando,
wife from airport.

Piece of cake.

[ Laughs ] 30 years in sales,
your dad can get anywhere.

There's always a way
to get to Poughkeepsie.

[ Laughs ] I'm here.
What can I do to help?

Well, can we give you
everyone else's itineraries?

Maybe you can "planes, trains and
automobiles" them here as well.

Done, done, and done, but first,
seriously, I need a drink.

Okay!
All right.

Okay, rehearse first,
party people.

Just got off the phone
with Judge Cates,

and this is what
we're looking at.

Uh, best man at the altar.

Um, bridesmaids are over here.

The groom walks his parents
down the aisle.

No flies on you, huh?

Joan: [ Laughs ]

Save it for the reception,
Clooney.

[ Chuckles ]
24 hours of freedom left, huh?

Last chance to turn back.

Ah, not a chance.

Miranda: Dashing young son
walks down the luminous bride,

who faces the handsome groom.

Um, music plays.

Dearly beloved,
blah, blah, blah.

Personal statements.

Three years ago,
I gave you a shot in the ass.

Oh, now you're stuck with one.

[ Laughs ]
More blah, blah, blah.

Do you take this man?
I do.

Yes!
Do you take this woman?

Absolutely, I do.

Then by the powers vested in me,
blah, blah, blah,

you may now kiss the bride.
Oh, my favorite part.

[ Laughs ]
Michael: Whoo!

[ Cheers and applause ]

Yo, save some for tomorrow.

Oh, yeah.

[ Cellphone rings ] Oh.

Oh, oh!

Uh, I-I definitely need
to take this.

Um, I-I'll meet everyone
at the restaurant later?

Wait, you're leaving me now?!

Yeah, one hour.
Two, tops.

I-I just really got to sweat
this suspect.

I love you.

And last but not least,
Chinese drywall disclosure.

Okay.

Um, yeah,
I'll take your word for it.

[ Chuckles ]

And we're done.

You can pick up the keys
at my office tomorrow.

[ Sighs ]
Congratulations, detective.

Your bride is one lucky girl.

Aw, thank you, Leah.

[ Cellphone rings ]

Callie's going to be
so surprised.

- Thank you.
- Sure.

Hey, what's up?

Catch you at a bad time?

Just signing my life away.

And completely late for dinner.

You close on that new house
already?

And talked the owners
into letting us spend

our honeymoon night there.

Well, I've got some more
good news for you.

New neighborhood checks out.

Not a single offender or former
associate of Ray's for miles,

which includes Ray.

Apparently,
he just used his debit card

at a liquor store in Spokane.

You and Callie are good to go.

Thanks, Tony, for everything.

Enjoy your honeymoon,
detective.

I'll be in touch.

Okay, then that's good.

Is that my murder weapon?

Why aren't you
at your rehearsal dinner?

Because I was buying my fiancée
the surprise of a lifetime.

I made it to the rehearsal.
[ Groans ]

The serial number
on the gun matches

one that was purchased
two years ago

by our suspect Britta Naylor.

Oh, but get this... last week,
she reported it stolen.

A week before her
golf coach/lover is murdered?

- That's convenient.
- Mm-hmm.

Who called it in, Britta
or her cheapskate husband, Glen?

Britta.
Uh, as far as we know,

her husband doesn't know
anything about it.

I've contacted robbery-homicide
to take a look at their report.

- Why?
- 'Cause he was in an awful big hurry

- to leave town this morning.
- Not as big a hurry as Britta.

I've been tracking
her credit cards.

She just bought a one-way
e-ticket to Costa Rica.

The flight leaves tonight.

Really?

[ Horn honks ]

Britta: Coming!

[ Sighs ]

[ Scoffs ]
You're not my driver.

[ Engine revs ] I am now.

What are you doing?
I'll miss my flight.

Uh, you mean the one
that was canceled

due to the storms
in the midwest?

Wow, that is, like, every piece
of luggage that Louis makes,

not that you're gonna need any of
it where you're going. [ Scoffs ]

Please, you can't still think

I had anything to do
with Austin's murder.

Even more.

Now that we know
that you own the murder weapon

that you conveniently
reported stolen

a week before the murder.

"Dirty Girl Scouts".

Oh, your night sounds so much
more interesting than mine.

Vodka, mint, and Irish creme.

Corinne kept ordering them
while we were singing karaoke

like idiots.

[ Laughs ]

Hey, I'm sorry about
the rehearsal dinner.

- Oh, did you miss dinner?
- Ha-ha! Very funny.

But the good news is

once I get a confession
out of this suspect

that's been in lock-up
all night,

the only thing left to do on my to-do
list is marry you. 5:00. Don't be late.

I'll see you at the altar.
I love you.

I love you, too.

It's so beautiful.

You're gonna make
such a... beautiful bride.

Corinne, you okay?

I've missed
so much of your life.

Corinne...

There's something about
that... trip to Clewiston

that I never told you.

I-I never would have done
anything like that

if I-I weren't 15
and stupid and...

It's okay.
I know.

Ray told me years ago.

But...

You never said anything.

You made a play for my husband.

I didn't really know
what to say.

Callie, I-I don't know
what I was thinking.

I was just mad at you
and being mean.

How could I do that to you?
You're my sister.

Yeah, I was pretty hurt.

I know that things
weren't great between us,

and I had a lot
going on myself,

but I didn't deserve that.

But I understood why.

And I always hoped...

I mean, I knew that someday
we'd put this behind us.

Corinne, you being here
and seeing me marry Jim

means the world to me.

I couldn't imagine this day
without you.

Having you home again
is all that matters to me.

I really do like Jim.

[ Laughs ] Good.

And I promise
not to make a pass at him.

[ Both laugh ]

Well, that outfit looks familiar.

What happened?

Your cheapskate husband
wouldn't bail you out?

Well, I mean,
you did kill his golf buddy,

you know,
after sleeping with him.

[ Sighs ]

Okay, detective, I was having
an affair with Austin,

but I didn't kill him.

Glen must have found out,
and he killed Austin.

That's why
I didn't try to make bail

and why I was leaving town
at the last minute...

To get away from Glen
in case he tried to kill me.

Wow.

That is the best string of lies
I've heard since...

the last string of lies
you told me.

You don't suck at golf,
well, not according to Google.

You were on the women's
varsity team at the U. of M.

You just pretended to suck

so you could get someone
to help you get rid of Glen.

So you played Austin like a pro,
played the duffer to seduce him.

[ Scoffs ]
You watch too many movies.

I've seen too many bad marriages
end in murder.

And you're just a spoiled
country-club brat

who thought
you were marrying Glen

so you could live like royalty.

But instead,
you married King Midas.

But you get rid of Glen,
you could have it all.

At least that's what
you told Austin, right?

And after a couple of rolls
in the woods with you,

he got up the nerve to do it.

That sounds like a great plan.

Except for then he lost his
nerve and became a liability,

so you shot him
with your "stolen" gun,

and you were about to run off
to Costa Rica

because of their
extradition treaties...

Or lack of...
With the U.S.

Okay, well, you missed
one tiny detail...

My gun was stolen.
[ Cellphone chimes ]

Call the Star Island police.

Our security system caught
the whole thing on tape.

Oh, believe me, I will,

just as soon as I get my roses
from the delivery guy.

Can you put these
in the evidence cooler?

Are they for Callie?

Her mom.
Assuming she gets here.

And contact
Star Island P.D.

See if they can get
that footage

of the house break-in
at Glen Kingman's.

And any luck on that piece of cashier's
check we found from the crime scene?

Nothing yet. Uh, but I did
track down those garden items

from the receipt
in Austin's car.

Right here.

It's for a 20-pound bag
of birdseed and termite-b-gone.

It's a heavy-duty
insecticide.

Why is a guy that lives out of his car
concerned with termites and birds?

It might have
something to do with this...

Fish and Game did a necropsy
on the dead Wood Stork,

one of four found at
Palm Glade Municipal this month.

All poisoned by diazinon.

It's a highly toxic
insecticide.

Same active ingredient
in the termite killer

- that Austin bought at Costco.
- Does Red use them on the Greens?

Uh, the E.P.A. banned its use
on golf courses

because of its toxicity
to water birds.

I pulled the City Charters
for Parks and Recreation,

and just as you thought,

Glen Kingman has been trying
to buy the public golf course

for the last decade,

explaining this.

Red Morton's application
to Fish and Game

wasn't about extra funding.

It was for
a Wood Stork breeding zone...

A legal designation
to help protect their nests.

And protect Palm Glade Municipal from
predatory developers like Glen Kingman.

Glen knew Austin
would do anything for money,

so he pays Austin
to kill off the birds

before Fish and Game
can approve Red's application.

So with the birds gone,

Red loses any chance of keeping
Palm Glade a public course.

But with Austin gone,

he gets to keep
his little sanctuary.

Looks like Austin got killed
over a birdie after all.

I like what you've done
with the place.

Very "Caddyshack."

Can I help you with something?

I was wrong, Red.

You didn't kill Austin
because of hustling.

Well, I'm glad you finally
came to your senses.

You killed him over this.

What... w-what the hell
are you doing?

Proving that you really were

hiding evidence from me
the other day.

Evidence? Of... of what?

Uh, that Austin
was poisoning Wood Storks

and threatening to destroy
everything you've done

to keep this
the people's course.

After all, this little gem
is your home.

There's nothing you wouldn't do
to protect it, said you.

So you killed him.

Yeah, okay, I was mad at Austin,
and I felt betrayed,

but I didn't kill him.

And, yes, I rigged the 18th
green so he would lose to Glen.

I was hoping
that he would get discouraged

and find some other course
to ply his ugly trade.

Yeah, you just didn't know
how ugly

until you caught him
poisoning birds.

Then it became life and death,

as in shooting Austin to save
the life of Palm Glade Municipal

from Glen's
development plans...

Plans he pitched at every
Parks and Rec Community Meeting

for a decade.

And every time,
who made the opposing argument?

Oh, look, it's you.

[ Groans ] Yeah, okay,
I already told you

that I would do anything I could
to protect the course...

Anything but commit murder.

Last week,
I found three storks,

and Fish and Game said
that they had been poisoned,

so I knew Austin
had to be behind it.

So I went and I hid
by the nest,

and that's when I caught Austin
poisoning the birds.

And all that anger and betrayal
got the better of you,

so you shot Austin with the gun that you
stole from Glen's place to set him up.

Man, once a thief,
always a thief, man.

No, detective! I just banned him
from the course.

But Austin didn't seem to care.

- He said he was off to hustler's paradise.
- Well, yeah.

Costa Rica with his girlfriend.

No, Vegas to hustle
with the big dogs.

What girlfriend?

I ran our victim's credit card,

and no charges
for an airline ticket,

but I did find
a bus ticket to Vegas

he purchased on his debit card

that was scheduled to leave
at the end of the week.

Jim: Well, looks like he had
one more hustle to play out,

or he was running for his life.

Play the video.

Britta's statement
in the star island police report

said she forgot to arm
the security system.

Freeze that.

Zoom in.

Spikeless golf shoes.
That's Austin!

Okay, so she left the alarm off
so Austin could steal the gun.

And made sure he was caught
on camera for everyone to see.

Call me as soon as
you find something

- on that cashier's check.
- Will do.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Why aren't you showered and ready?
- Why aren't you?

Marisol and the girls have
taken over all three bathrooms.

I figure I got at least two hours
before there's even hope for hot water.

What time should I pick you up?

Actually, I'm gonna have to
meet you there.

I got to pick up the keys
to the new house...

- and Austin's killer.
- What about Callie's ring?

The best man always holds
the ring during the ceremony.

Right. Um...

The one not from Tiffany's
is yours.

What's this?

Open it.

Wow. [ Chuckles ]

They're...

They're amazing.

[ Chuckles ]

- Thanks.
- No. Thank you, Carlos,

for always having my back.

Since the day I got here,
you've always been my best man.

Y... okay.

[ Chuckles ] Okay.

[ Sighs ] Yeah.

Oh, and, uh, ix-nay
on the dream house-ay.

Lips are sealed.

Go. Go, go, go, go.

Finally got a hit
on the watermark.

It's a cashier's check
from Palm Glade National Bank,

which means the bank holds
the funds for 90 days.

Yeah, same as cash.

Blah, blah, blah.
I got it.

Let me take it from here,
Daniel. Thanks.

[ Sighs ] Well, if it isn't
detective smart-ass.

If you want to talk to me,
call my lawyer.

Ah, sorry,
I don't have the time.

I'm getting married
in three hours,

so, uh,
I got to make this quick.

Hey, we got
that surveillance footage

of the robbery from your house.

I've already seen it, genius.

I gave the Star Island cops
a DVD.

Oh, well, then you must
have seen what I saw...

The thief wearing Austin's
spikeless shoes, right?

That's how you knew that Britta
let him rob your house

and steal her gun,

which doesn't take a genius
to figure out why.

They were gonna shoot you,

then run off together
with your millions.

So instead,
you killed Austin first

with Britta's gun,
wiped it clean,

threw it in the trap
to frame your viperous wife.

And how did I do that
if Austin already had the gun?

Well, you knew that Austin
lived out of his car.

I guess you figured that that's
where he kept the gun, right?

So you stole the stolen gun

and then lured him
out to the course with...

This.

Pay day for killing Wood Storks
would be my guess.

A cashier's check

that you never thought
would trace back to you,

until... oh, now!

I-I can explain that.

Really?
Better than I just did?

And a cashier's check is
just as good as cash, right?

And you're too cheap
to burn it,

even though it puts you
at the scene of Austin's murder.

But, hey, look, if it makes you
feel any better,

we probably got
enough on your wife

to get her for
conspiracy to commit murder,

except you killed
the D.A.'s key witness.

She was screwing
that little d-bag

so he would kill me
and steal my money!

What would you have done?!

Oh, I would have killed
the little d-bag.

Or divorced my wife
like a sane person!

These gentlemen
will escort you out.

Hey.

Look at you.

Little man.
[ Laughs ]

I guess I can't call you that
much longer, huh?

That's okay, grandma.

I mean, you can call me that
anytime you want.

Ohh.

You okay?

Yeah.

I love you, baby.

Now, you go.

Be with your mom
on her special day.

[ Sighs ]

All right, guest update.

I got my sister
and her two gorgeous girls,

my mom and dad,

and Jim's
least-favorite Uncle, Wes,

all in about an hour ago.

What about our mom?

Oh, rerouted through Nashville.

Uh, should be here,
ooh, any minute now.

Oh, my God. Thank you.
That's amazing.

Joan: - Oh, my gosh!
- Oh, my gosh!

- You look incredible.
- Thank you.

And if your mom's late,

I just want you
to have something borrowed.

- Joan, no, I...
- For good luck, yes.

- I couldn't.
- Yes, you are family now.

Give it to Jeff for his bride
on their wedding day.

Thank you.

I don't know how to thank
all of you.

I mean, I don't know
how it happened,

but everything is perfect.

Oh, hey. Out, out.
Let's give these two a moment.

Thank you.

Thanks.

- See you out there.
- Okay.

- You're gorgeous.
- Thank you.

Oh, my God.
Look at you.

Me? Look at...
look at you.

You look beautiful.

I love you, mom.

I love you so much.
[ Sniffles ]

And, look, I know...

I know I haven't always been
the best son.

Jeff, that is so not true.

But more than anything else,
I want you to be happy.

And I want today to be
the best day of your life.

Ohh.

[ Sniffles ]

Hey, it's me.
I'm at the new house, Carlos.

I'll be there with 30 minutes
to spare, I swear. Bye.

Uh, hello?
Any word?

He just left a message.

He said he'd make it
with 30 minutes to spare.

That was 20 minutes ago.

All right, well, the guests
are starting to arrive.

He's cutting it way too close.

Call him back.

[ Sighs ]

[ Cellphone rings ]

All right, Carlos.
I'm coming. I'm coming.

[ Door opens ]

[ Footsteps approach ] Leah?

Is that you?

[ Gunshot ]

[ Gunshot ]

[ Groans ]

[ Ringing continues ]

[ Gasping ]

[ Coughs ]

[ Gasping ]

[ Wind chime jingles ]