The Glades (2010–2013): Season 4, Episode 4 - Magic Longworth - full transcript

Murray, stop pulling me!

The coffee shop is this way!
You know that!

Yeah, I'm just
gonna have a cigarette.

Smoke-free building, my ass.

Murray, stop. Stop that.

Nobody needs that.

Murray!

Whoa!

Ohh!

Oh, my God!

Well, I could get used to this.



Me driving you to work?

Uh, yeah. That, too.

You can get used to it.

We just have to find a place,
pick a date,

finalize the guest list,
order the cake, the flowers.

- You sure you wouldn't rather elope?
- I know.

It's a lot,
but it's gonna be so much fun.

Yeah.

Oh, and don't forget
we're going to see

the Marina Bay Bistro tonight.

- Right.
- And if that's perfect,

we can just cross it off
the to-do list.

Oh, in that case,
I like it already.

And that's assuming
that I get off of work on time.



Yeah. So, Dr. Hardy
still riding you hard, huh?

Oh, yeah.

But I'm learning a ton,

and the extra cash
definitely doesn't suck.

But he is a little demanding.

Well, next time
you're in Dr. Hardy hell,

just remind yourself
that we are going to have

the wedding to end all weddings.
Mm.

Followed by more fun than any
couple should ever legally have.

On a honeymoon, I mean.
Yeah.

I'm thinking
somewhere warm and sunny

with adult beverages
and lush green golf courses.

That sounds
a lot like Palm Glade.

Yeah, but this one, you need
shots and a passport for.

Oh.

Colleen?

We've got an officer down
in Boynton Beach.

My worst nightmare...
a cop killer on the loose.

Carlos and Daniel are on their way.
You'll ride with me. Come on.

Hey.

All right.

Sorry, Cal. I'll call you
when I know what's going on.

Be careful.

Yes, sir. No I.D.,
but his badge number is 8472.

- I
- could have been killed!

First on the scene said the
witness found him at about 6:15.

A canvass of the area
has come up with no leads,

and no one's claiming
they saw or heard anything

last night or this morning.

You sure our, um, witness
didn't talk him to death?

Jim.
One of our own is down.

Right, sorry.

And this bullet-sized
hole in his chest

would suggest otherwise...
Small caliber,

guy bled out in seconds.

- Hold on.
- Hold on, what?

Has anyone touched this body?

Not since we got here, and
I'm on hold with regional now

trying to run
his I.D. and badge number.

Why? What's wrong?

Carlos, step back.
What?

Step back!

What the hell are you do...

So, either Tallahassee
changed its dress code

and I didn't get the memo,

or this guy is definitely
not one of ours.

The Glades 04x04
Magic Longworth
Original Air Date June 17, 2013

No wallet, no keys, no phone.

Yeah, no surprise.
Where would he keep them?

And dressed like that?

I assume he was on his way
to work, whoever he is?

Yeah, well, whoever he was,

he was shot between
10:30 and midnight,

according to his liver temps.

And at close range,
inside of five feet.

Which means
he probably knew the killer.

That strips off one layer.

I also found this down here...

trace evidence of a red,
flaky substance.

At first I thought
it was dried blood,

but luminol proved otherwise.

I'm taking a sample of it back
to the lab and get it tested.

Detective?

Crime techs found this
about a half-block up the alley.

It's, uh... ooh, a .38.

Well, won't know
if it's the same caliber

until I pull the slug
out of him.

They also spotted
an old Z28 Camaro

parked halfway down the street

with some interesting flyers
in the front seat

- from a place called... mm-hmm.
- Le Bare.

"Florida's premier spot
for all male entertainment.

Featuring...
Judd The Stud."

Oh, yeah.
That's our stud, all right.

Found a lockbox
under the back bumper.

And his cellphone and wallet

were inside
the glove compartment.

Full name is
Judd Krasnansky, age 24.

Address listed as
an apartment in Palm Glade.

Well, someone clearly wasn't
a fan of Judd The Stud.

Danny, you want to follow
the team to his apartment,

see if the answer
to who killed him

is somewhere in his drawers?

While I go and see
someone down at the club.

See if they can
strip this down for me.

♪ I got my brand-new tims ♪

♪ brand-new shirt,
new hat with the brim ♪

♪ ain't nobody out there
coming with the lean ♪

♪ brand-new shades
and my patent leather jeans ♪

♪ I'm just playing with y'all ♪

♪ but the truth be told, yo,
a brother got to ball ♪

♪ it feels so good,
it ain't nothing going wrong ♪

♪ got a pocket full of cash
and my cruise is on ♪

♪ come on,
yeah, 'cause I be looking...

Thank you for auditioning.
We'll be in touch.

You Dean Lawrence?

The guy at the front door said

you're the one
I should talk to.

Great.
Another cop routine.

- What? Oh, no...
- Whatever, man.

Can't be any worse than
everyone else I've seen today.

Drop your mix in the boom box.
Let's see what you got.

Okay, what I've got
are some questions

about your headliner,
Judd The Stud.

And unlike his, mine's real.

Okay, yeah, sure.
Um, what about him?

He was supposed to be here
this morning helping me out.

I'm sure he would have
preferred that

rather than where we found him
this morning,

shot to death in an alley.

What? He's dead?
What happened?

Well, that's what I'm here
to find out. Were you two close?

I mean, we worked together.
I dance and run the club.

- Judd was my headliner.
- Oh, you still dance?

- What's that supposed to mean?
- No, it's just...

You're a little
long in the tooth, aren't you?

And from the looks of
this flyer,

Judd was the one
getting all the attention,

which I'm assuming meant
he got the big bucks.

Whatever, man.

The ladies still got
plenty of love for Disco.

- Ah, sad but true.
- No, no, Disco.

That's me... Disco Dean.

And trust me, pal,
I had my day.

Okay.

Well, were you aware of
anyone that wanted to see

that Judd didn't have his?

Like, maybe someone
had it out for him?

Where do you
want to start, man?

You know what
we do around here, right?

In theory.

We're the fantasy, man.

We break it down for drunk,
crazy ladies

that lose their shit

and get all grab-ass
and stalker-y.

It's awesome.

Yeah.
It certainly sounds it.

Right up until one of their
jealous husbands or boyfriends

finds out what we do around here
and goes nuts on your ass.

Then you really got to
watch your back.

Were you aware of anyone

who threatened to go nuts
on Judd’s ass?

Well, the only person
I can think of

is that girlfriend of his,
Lisa Schultz.

Judd The Stud
had a girlfriend?

Pretty hot, actually,
for an older chick,

but I never really got it.

Must have been the piles of cash
she threw at him.

Well, in my experience, piles
of cash is where it starts.

Speaking of which,
where were you

between 10:30 and midnight
last night?

I worked a private
bridal shower,

which only about a dozen very
satisfied ladies can confirm.

Did Judd work a private party
last night that you know of?

Probably, man.
Check his website.

Private parties full of drunk,
crazy girls

is a great way
to make ends meet.

So to speak.

The slug we pulled
from the victim

was definitely from a .38.

Is it a match to the weapon
we found in the alley?

Well, it was damaged slightly,

so it's gonna take me
a little time to confirm.

Also, the serial number
was partially filed away.

So, I'm giving it
a little acid bath

to pull it out
and should have it later.

Daniel, you run
our victim's phone records?

Waiting for an upload
from his carrier.

And I went onto his website

and confirmed that Judd The Stud
did book a private party

last night
at 310 Sunshine Lane.

Uh, which he did
or didn't turn up to?

Didn't, and not just because
he was killed.

There is no 310 Sunshine Lane.

The houses on that street
skip from 300 to 320.

So it was a setup.

Judd requires
a non-refundable

$100 deposit, which was paid
with an untraceable credit card,

like the kind you can get
at any grocery chain.

All right. Well, call me back
when you contact his carrier.

Maybe the person who set it up
has been trying to call him.

It would have been our
one-year anniversary next month.

Oh, congratulations.

That's quite a long time
for someone as young as Judd

to be with someone
as not-so-young as you.

We fell in love, detective.

I don't know about you,
but it doesn't happen every day.

I never would have predicted

that I would meet "The One"
in a strip club,

but everyone comes with
his own unique baggage.

An ex-wife or a controlling
mother-in-law, that's baggage.

But all those
drunk screaming women

all fighting to get
their hands on his... things?

It wasn't the women
so much as their boyfriends.

He was always worried
that some guy would be

waiting for him in
the parking lot with a crowbar.

Which is exactly why

he was determined
to get out of that world.

People lose control
when they get jealous.

But not you?

- Jealous?
- Mm-hmm.

- Not even remotely.
- Huh.

Those women didn't mean
anything to Judd.

If anything,
he found their adoration

a little empty and sad.

Excuse me. Daniel?

Lisa Schultz is the largest
importer of beauty supplies

in the Sun Belt.

- She's worth millions.
- So, the stud chose wisely.

Unless she killed him,
of course.

And I heard back
from Judd’s phone carrier.

Two numbers stood way out.

Lisa Schultz and another
named Nicky Holloway.

I pulled everything
I could find on Nicky,

including her DMV photo,

which I was just about to
message to you if you want.

Let me guess... smoking-hot
middle-aged brunette?

Okay, I'm not sure
how you knew that,

but here's something
I bet you didn't know...

- Let me guess... she owns a .38?
- Damn it.

This a friend of yours?

Or should I say ex-friend,

since she's been banished
to the box in the wet bar?

I mean, what happened?

She call your stud
a little too much?

I mean, I know you're not the
jealous type, so...

Unfortunately, it was
business as usual with Nicole.

I thought that

we'd finally gotten past
our high-school rivalries.

I'm guessing this time
it was Judd?

Her flirty act may have been
enough to land two ex-husbands.

But Judd didn't fall for it.
And she couldn't handle that.

I finally had to tell her
that if she couldn't accept

that Judd and I were in love
and be happy for us,

then I couldn't
deal with her anymore.

So you dumped
your best friend for a guy?

Good call.

- You own a gun?
- A gun? God, no.

Well, were you aware

that your flirty
ex-best friend owns a .38,

the same kind as the one
that killed your stud?

You needed backup for this?

So, she owns a gun?

This place doesn't
look dangerous to me.

Well, they never do, Carlos...

until they do,
but by that time...

Oh, trust me, honey.

You wear this
on your wedding night,

and you will own this man
for life.

Said the twice-divorced
hostess.

Oh, I know my parties
can get a little out of hand.

I'm guessing
you are the police?

Uh, FDLE.

Which I'm guessing
makes you Nicky Holloway?

Yeah, hostess of this
little soiree and ever so tipsy.

How can I help you?

I understand
you know a young man

by the name of Judd The Stud...
or knew a man?

What?
Something happened to Judd?

He was shot to death
with a .38,

- kind of like the gun you own.
- Okay.

Well, I showed you mine.
You want to show me yours?

Detective, I'm kind of
in the middle of something here.

Oh. Well, um, my backup
will keep them company.

Okay, ladies.

Judd was seeing
a friend of mine, Lisa,

a lot more than me, lately.

How is she holding up?
I worry sick about her.

Oh, no, I can tell.

This?
This is just a business.

I'm a party planner.

Plus, Lisa hates your guts.

Honestly?
She's so dramatic.

We had a little fight,

the same fight we've been having
for the last 15 years.

And this one is gonna blow over
just like they all do.

Well, it only takes a big fight
to murder a friendship,

especially
when it comes to men...

Or a stud, in this case.

Oh, believe me.

I would rather be alone
than be with a man like Judd.

Were you alone from 10:30

through till midnight
last night?

As a matter of fact, I wasn't.

I was at a silent auction
at Christie's in Boca,

which tells me that you think

I had something to do
with Judd’s murder.

Something.
Well, you go ahead

and have yourself a good
old time, 'cause you're wrong.

Well, we'll see what your gun
has to say about that.

Mm-hmm.

Uh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
So, wait. So, wait.

So, the pink lace nightie
was from who again?

Erin.
Of course!

And the bustier from...?

Kimberly. Kimberly.
How could I forget?

All right.
All right, all right, all right.

Uh, what?

I'm... I'm... I'm good
at keeping track of things.

Yeah, time to go, Carlos.

Ah, but my job
isn't quite done yet.

You know, it's getting
a little too dangerous here

- even for you.
- But...

Aww! Aww!
Aww! Aww!

You know, I actually
really like this place.

It's big enough
to hold all of our guests,

yet has this
really nice warm feeling

and a beautiful view
of the water.

You... you don't think
it's too big?

I mean, you must have
a number in your head.

- Of guests?
- Yeah.

Yeah.

I was thinking 90, 100, maybe.

Oh, wow! That's way more
than I had in my head.

Well, that includes
your guests, too.

Which I'm thinking, like, 30 or so.
Really?

That's all you're gonna invite?

No, that's all I think are gonna
make the trip down here,

I mean, depending
on the time of year.

Never hard to get
people from the Midwest

to come South for the winter.

Oh, I'm not thinking winter,
actually.

Oh. When
were you thinking?

Fall, like late September?

Hurricane season?

Okay, well, it's Florida.

You basically have
three options.

There's five months
of hurricane season,

three months of winter,

which is way too tourist-y
and expensive,

and summer,
which is way too hot

to do to anyone
we actually care about.

- Yeah, there's that.
- Mm.

Well, I'm looking forward
to meeting

some of your friends.

You've met most of them.

You've actually arrested a few.

Okay, one.

And in my defense,
she did murder someone.

- She did.
- Yeah.

Put a little damper on it.

Actually, nowadays I work with

most of the people
I'm friends with.

No old friends
from high school?

No. We haven't
stayed in touch.

People get married,
have kids, get divorced...

Get married again.

You know, there was this
one friend from high school.

I would have kept in contact
with her... Laura Jordan.

But we had a big falling out
over a guy.

Oh. This sounds juicy.

Mm, not really.

It was Ray.

And she didn't think
he was a really good guy,

and definitely
didn't like us together,

so we went our separate ways.

Kind of sounds like
these two suspects

that are in this case
I'm working.

So, you and Laura Jordan,
you never made up?

No.
That ship has sailed.

- Mnh. Mm-hmm.
- Sorry.

Ahh. Carlos?

Ballistics just confirmed
the gun we got from

Nicky Holloway is definitely
not the murder weapon.

She has a .38 special.

The bullet that killed Judd
came from a .38 Long Colt.

And the gun at the murder scene
was a .38 Long Colt?

Correct.

- So that's the murder weapon?
- Correct.

Okay, next time,
start with that.

Did you at least raise
a serial number from the gun?

That I'm still working on,

but I can tell you that those
red flakes found at the scene?

They came from
the soles of Emilie Fontaines.

- Fon-what?
- Fontaines.

They're only
the sexiest high heels

most normal people
can't possibly afford.

I really don't want to know
how you know that.

And wha... high heels
that leave red flakes?

Fontaines.
I love Fontaines.

- You know these shoes?
- Yeah.

They do leave red flakes,
and they scratch on the bottom,

but very sexy.

Huh.

What am I doing here,
detective?

Don't you think
I've been through enough?

All right.

If by enough you mean had enough
of Judd’s cheating ways, yeah.

I... I'd say you've had
more than enough, and then some.

Please take a seat.

Judd wasn't cheating on me,
detective.

I already told you.

I wasn't jealous.
I had no reason to be.

Judd loved me
and no one else.

Well, I know you've told me
some version of that,

and I'm sure you believe that.

But thanks to
your red-soled shoes,

which are so sexy,

uh, you left red flakes
at the crime scene.

Which means, for some reason,
you followed Judd.

Okay, it's true.

I was there that night.

But you have to understand.

- It was date night.
- Date night?

We had date night
on his night off from the club,

and had plans to order takeout

and watch
"Silver Linings Playbook."

But then, out of the blue,

he tells me
he booked a last-minute party.

I mean,
we love date night.

I don't know.
Just something about it...

Sounded like a big fat lie.

Like maybe he was seeing
another woman, like maybe Nicky?

- She was obsessed with him.
- Right.

Men turn into
blithering horn dogs around her

and it drove her crazy
that Judd didn't.

She kept calling him,
trying to get under his skin.

Which wasn't that hard to find.

But he's still a man.

So I thought maybe she might
have finally gotten to him.

So you booked a fake gig
for Judd

and then you followed him
to Boynton Beach...

Where I found out that
I was wrong to not trust him.

But I didn't book a fake gig.

He must have had a gig
that night.

He never would wore his
stupid cop uniform if he didn't.

So I left
before he could see me.

Oh, because God forbid he should
see that you were jealous.

He wasn't into jealous people.

Another one of his "turn offs,"
I'm guessing?

Make fun if you want,
detective.

But our relationship was solid
and built on trust.

Except when it wasn't.

We have something.

So, we were able to
raise the serial number

off the murder weapon.

It matches a .38 Long Colt
that was purchased

at a Gladesmart
in Bradenton in 2010.

Do we know by whom?

I have a call in to
the store's regional director

because, as we all know,

Florida does not require
guns to be registered.

But guns sales in Florida
are public record.

Do we know if Judd owned
or purchased a gun?

No, not one that
he voluntarily registered.

Well, Lisa said he was worried

about jealous husbands
and boyfriends.

Maybe he had it on him
for protection...

and he
was killed with his own gun?

Hmm.
This is Director Manus.

Okay, great. Thanks.

Regional director of sales

just confirmed
that the gun was purchased

at their Bradenton store
by Dean Lawrence.

Hmm. Looks like someone's
heading back to Le Bare.

Uh, yeah.

Hey, you want to
come cover this one with me?

How about hell no?

If I want to
look at some dingle-dangle,

I sure as hell
ain't gonna do it with you.

Hmm.
♪ tonight ♪

♪ just for tonight,
my boy for tonight ♪

♪ just for
tonight, my boy for tonight ♪

♪ just for tonight,
my boy for tonight ♪

Everybody having a good time?

Well, let's keep
the good times rolling,

'cause the Sheriff of Le Bare
is back in town.

Let's give it up
for Disco Dean!

♪ - Sitting here eating my heart out ♪
- Hey.

♪ - Waiting, waiting for some lover to call ♪
- No, no, please.

Here, here, you have that.
You have that from me.

♪ Dialed about
a thousand numbers lately ♪

I'm working. FDLE. Official
police business, please.

♪ - Almost rang the phone off the wall ♪
- I mean, I appreciate it. I do.

♪ - Looking for some hot stuff ♪
- This gun's real.

♪ - Baby, this evening ♪
- Oh, that's energetic.

♪ - I need some hot stuff ♪
Please, please, please.

♪ - Baby, tonight ♪
- I'm working. It's okay.

♪ I want some hot
stuff, baby, this evening ♪

♪ got to have some hot stuff ♪

♪ - got to have some loving tonight ♪
- Hands behind your back, sheriff.

- Dude, I'm in the middle of this, man.
- Yeah, no, it'll wait.

Oh, yeah?
Tell them that.

This is just wrong, man.

Oh, trust me. You have no idea.
Come on.

Hey!

Try and get out of here
with our lives,

or at least pants.

Well, not you.

I told you.

I scratched
the serial number off

when I sold it to Judd
in case he did something stupid.

Uh, stupider than selling it
to a male stripper

with a line of jealous husbands
around the block?

Hey, man. We got to look out
for our own.

Oh, you were looking out
for your own, all right.

I didn't kill Judd, okay?

Why would I kill him?
He was my headliner.

He packed the place to
the rafters six nights a week.

Or got his g-string packed
with $10s and $20s,

while you were left
with the sloppy singles.

Hey, man, I do okay.

Well, until recently, anyway.

But, uh, your bank account
shows four cash deposits,

each for $1,000 the last
few months, but this month...

nothing.

And with $6 in your pocket?

Pssh,
that's just pathetic, dude.

I mean,
you don't even own a cellphone.

What kind of grown human being
doesn't own a cellphone?

I had one.
I just lost it, okay?

And I may have had a slow month,
but things were picking up.

Well, yeah, now that the club's

main attraction's
out of the way.

Come on, Dean.
You were jealous of Judd.

He was everything you were
and so much more.

I mean, what?
You've got to be pushing 40,

which doesn't make
the pushups any easier.

What? Feeling the pressure
to hang up the g-string?

I've still got
a couple good years left.

Which, thanks to some
really poor career planning,

you'd need to make the most of.

Yeah, you needed to get
the Sheriff of Le Bare

back on top so you can start
making the big bucks again...

Like killing
the club's main attraction.

I didn't kill Judd, okay?
I swear I didn't.

He needed protection,
so I sold him my gun.

That's all.

Sounds to me like with
your best years behind you,

the only person who needed
protection was you.

They aren't behind me, man.
I still got it.

If I had a nickel

for every jealous husband
that came after me...

You might be up to a dime.

Hmm. Look, I don't know if
he's telling the truth or not,

but his financials do show

that Judd made out a check
to Dean about a month ago

for $425.

That's about the going rate
for a used gun.

It even says "protection"
on the memo line.

Which also means that
he knew Judd had a gun on him.

Exactly.

I'm also
having Daniel check into

those monthly cash deposits,

though
they're probably just tips

that Dean's trying to hide
from Uncle Sam.

But there was something else
that jumped way out at me

in Judd’s banking history.

About a month ago, yeah,
he deposited a $50,000 check

from Nicky Holloway.

50 grand?
That's a lot to be giving Judd.

Well, what do you think
that's about?

I have no idea,
but I'm looking forward

to hearing
her overly prepared answer.

Oh, and get Daniel
to look into Dean's cellphone.

See if it really is lost

or whether there's a reason
he doesn't want us to find it.

Somehow I knew
you couldn't stay away.

Some life you got.

Partying,
sipping mimosas with the BFFs,

hanging around
with half-naked men.

Hosting parties
is a lot more stressful

- than it looks, detective.
- Oh, hmm.

And as for the venue,

at least my wealthy ex-husbands
were good for something.

I earned every penny.

Most men, especially rich men,

are more trouble
than they're worth.

That include Judd The Stud?

Definitely Judd was more
trouble than he was worth.

Trust me.

Trust you?
Oh. Oh, okay.

Hadn't really thought of that,
but I'll try anything once.

Now, how about you?
Like the truth this time?

Like you telling me
why Judd The Stud,

who was definitely
more trouble than he was worth,

was worth you writing a check
for $50,000?

Are you asking me if I was
involved with Judd in some way?

No, no, not in some way...
In the way.

And what?
You think I paid Judd for sex?

That's hilarious.

Or to keep quiet about it.
I'm thinking that

your friendship with Lisa
was worth something to you.

All right. Cards on the table?
That's why I'm here.

About a year ago,
we have a very brief fling.

I booked him
for one of my parties.

I liked his looks.
We hit it off.

We had three nights
of meaningless sex.

And then Lisa comes to one of
my parties and meets him.

I had no idea they were
involved with each other.

But by then, our relationship
was strictly professional.

Uh, professional how?

Well, Judd, he was a natural.

Women loved him.

He had "it,"
and women love "it."

And I run a business.

So, I paid him $50,000 dollars

for his exclusive services
for two years.

Except his services were heading
to someone else's party

the night before last.

Oh, well, I didn't need him.

- He's free to do what he wants.
- Huh.

It's an amazing deal for Judd,
maybe a little too amazing.

Like, maybe you were using it
to patch things up with Lisa?

Bankrolling her boyfriend
so that she didn't have to?

I mean, an added bonus, maybe.

Plus, he didn't have to
work in that sleazeball club.

That guy, Disco Dean,
he's a creep.

A couple
of my clients went in there

and refused to go back in
once they crossed his path.

Huh. Daniel?
What do you got for me?

You asked me to look into
your stripper's cellphone?

I did, though I'd like you to
refer to Dean as our stripper.

Turns out he was using
his cellphone regularly

right up until five hours
before Judd was murdered.

Then radio silence,
and it hasn't been used since.

Meaning it's still on
and you can find it for me?

And you're not gonna believe
where it is.

What now, detective?

That was surly.
Have I been surly with you?

Only when you haven't been
an ass.

Oh, then this definitely
isn't gonna help.

A warrant? For what?

For Dean Lawrence's cellphone.

What are you talking about?

Why would Dean's cellphone
be in my house?

I know.
It's crazy, right?

No, I meant it's not
in my house, and you're wrong.

Well,
not according to my intern,

who triangulated cell towers
to pinpoint its exact location.

See? Nothing's ringing.

Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk.

Detective.

Did you not hear me?

That's Judd’s gym bag.

He never liked me
to go through his things,

so, of course, I never did.

He'd always just dump it there
after his workouts,

like somehow it would
just magically empty itself.

Yeah, I've heard we're a lot
more trouble than we're worth.

Men, right?

Can't live with us,
can't shoot us.

Or maybe you can.

No, I don't think
I can get away, either.

Dr. Hardy
leaves for Hawaii tomorrow,

and I have to catch up on these
ACL reconstruction files.

Uh, then maybe dinner, then,
you and me?

Actually, I think
I half-made plans for dinner.

Oh, okay. With who?

Remember my friend Laura

I was telling you about
from high school?

- Yeah.
- I started thinking about her,

and I thought,
"You know, this is silly."

It's been 17 years,
and with the divorce and all,

and how much I missed her,
so I just... I called her.

- Oh, well, that's cool.
- Yeah.

Well, she seemed happy
to hear from me,

so we kind of made a plan
to meet up later and catch up.

Sounds great.

Well, we'll see.
It's been 17 years, so...

And I have to run, so...

- Call me later?
- Yeah.

- Uh, love you. Bye.
- Love you, bye.

Daniel has something
he wants to show us in the lab.

Also, I found something else
unusual in Judd’s gym bag.

Uh, not sure I want to know what
else the stud kept in his sack.

It's a blank check

from a corporation called
Autumn Tangerines.

As far as I can tell,
it has nothing to do with Judd,

but I'm looking into it.

I think I know why Judd
might have had Dean's phone.

Dean had a bunch of videos
on there...

Surveillance from Le Bare.

And why did Dean
have surveillance footage

from the club on his cellphone?

Or maybe the real question is

why did Dean
have Judd’s cellphone at all?

Hmm.

That must be one of
the partying brides-to-be.

Oh.

Well, now we know.

Okay.

Hmm.

Hey.
Got something for you.

Yeah.

Thought that might be a good
little conversation starter.

Now, the good news is...

Actually, there is no good news,
Dean... not for you.

But you probably
already knew that,

now that you saw
that we got your phone.

And... then after I saw
what you had on your phone,

and, man, I got to tell you,
I really wish I could un-see it.

Five different videos.

Five intoxicated
brides-to-be

that under
any other circumstances

would never have
even laid eyes on you,

let alone all the other things
they apparently laid on you.

No one made them do any of that.
You can see that for yourself.

Well, I can see
that you were very careful

not to block the camera
so that I could see for myself.

Well, I may not
be very proud of that,

but none of it was illegal.

Oh, no, no, no,
before you dig that hole,

we cross-referenced the time stamps
with the bookings made at the club,

and we took the liberty of
contacting those brides-to-be.

Now, lucky for you,

the first four were very quick
to deny any knowledge of you.

Because
there was nothing to tell.

But the fifth?
That was lucky for me.

She never got married,

and she was very happy
to tell me all about

how you tried to use
a drunken indiscretion

to extort $1,000 from her...
Apparently your going rate...

And the engagement
and wedding called off

because she couldn't pay.

But the other four,
well, I'm guessing

that a grand was nothing
compared to

the out-of-town guests
and a $30,000 wedding,

otherwise known as extortion.

So, Judd discovers
your little scam,

and whether to protect

the sterling reputation
of your industry

or just force your over-the-hill
ass into retirement,

he steals your phone and
threatens to call the police.

So you killed him.

I want a lawyer.

Yeah. I bet you do.

We find out anything

about that blank check
we found in Judd’s gym bag?

Daniel's just pulling it up.

Lisa Schultz's company
is quite the conglomerate.

Lisa Schultz enterprises is
just the umbrella corporation.

There are
at least 12 subsidiaries.

And one of them is called...
Oh, Autumn Tangerines.

So, when I looked into the
accounting at Autumn Tangerines,

I found a sequence of checks,
from 1326 to 1350,

that were skipped over
in the ledgers.

As if someone misplaced
a book of checks

and skipped to the next,

as in the one
you found in Judd’s bag

that falls within that stretch.

And all of them
have been used up recently.

But the signature
does not match Lisa's.

Probably,
considering the purchases,

they were checks
all forged by Judd.

A jet ski, a Ducati motorcycle,
microdermabrasion?

By the most expensive doctor
in Florida.

I mean, the list goes on. So, the stud
was stealing from his Sugar Mama.

Or maybe she just didn't care.

Or she did and they fought,

which would definitely
put a murderous spin

into this love connection.

- Hey. What's up?
- Hey.

This Marina Bay Bistro,
it has great packages,

but it books up really quickly.

So if we're even thinking
about it as a contender,

we should do some recon

and pull the trigger
sooner rather than later.

Uh, we can do it this weekend.

I was thinking sooner,
like tonight.

Which I thought
might be dicey for you,

so I called Laura, and she's
gonna meet me there for dinner,

which I would love for you
to come if you can make it.

Oh. I thought you guys
had so much to catch up on?

It's okay. I mean,
after the whole Ray thing,

I'd actually love
for her to meet you.

I think it would be a great way
for Laura and I to start over.

Wow, you guys had
that big a fight over Ray?

She was just worried
that Ray would hurt me.

Like "hurt you," hurt you?

I mean, I would cut off
Ray's nuts if he even tried,

but it cost me
a really good friend.

Anyway,
the reservation's at 8:00,

and we are gonna meet there
at 7:30 for a drink,

if you can make it.

Uh, yeah, okay.
Well, we'll see.

And you're back at work?

Sorry. Um, yeah.

I need to get Daniel
to look into something for me.

- Go.
- Thanks.

You're gonna make it, though?

Uh, I'll try. I promise.

You're not gonna make it.

Detective.

I was just about to
get ready for a meeting.

Okay, I'll get
right to the point.

We know about
Judd’s little forging scam,

signing your name
to company checks

to the tune of
more than $100,000.

I knew about the money,
detective.

Eventually it was
all gonna be ours, anyway.

If my boyfriend felt
uncomfortable asking for things,

why humiliate him by bringing up
a little check here and there?

So, in other words,
why run the risk

of confronting
a muscle-bound stud

who was stealing you blind
when, obviously,

it was safer to turn a blind eye?

Just... Daniel?

You were right, detective.

There were no police reports
linked to Lisa's address,

but I checked with
the private security firm

that works her gated community.

There were five reports
about some pretty nasty fights

they heard
coming from Lisa's house.

Thanks, Daniel.

I don't mean to be rude,
detective,

but if there's nothing else,
I really need to get ready.

Actually,
there is one more thing.

I am so sorry, Lisa.

But you secret's out.

Judd was beating you,

so you did
the only thing you could do.

You killed him
to make it stop.

How long had it
been going on?

It wasn't going on, detective.

It was one time.

That's not what
Rolling Security said,

who had to knock on your door

on way more
than one occasion, Lisa.

Look, I-I'm sorry to say,
but it's textbook, really.

The first time he hit you,

you thought,
well, it was an accident.

He didn't mean that.

And he apologized.

He said
it would never happen again.

But it did happen again,
and it wouldn't stop.

In fact, it only got worse.

I didn't kill Judd.

I loved him.

Yeah, loved him enough to
forgive him over and over again.

But then
your worst fear happened.

You found out
he was talking to Nicky.

Again with Nicky, like it was
high school all over again.

And so you started
snooping around,

convinced
maybe there were other women,

and maybe in that gym bag
that he always left around.

And that's
where you found the gun.

And then maybe
he caught you snooping.

Maybe you confronted him
about it.

He needed the gun
for his protection.

Right, for all those jealous
husbands and stuff.

But you can't deny the threat,

however unspoken,
that one day he might kill you.

So you killed him first.

No. It was Nicky
who couldn't handle it.

Instead of being happy for me,

Nicky hated me
because Judd was mine.

She kept saying
he wasn't right for me,

he wasn't good enough,
that I was blind,

that he would hurt me
in the end.

She's such a bitch.

She wouldn't stop.
Oh, my God.

For once, I got the guy,
and she wouldn't let it go.

Part of me wants to
let her out the back door,

tell her to leave Florida
and never look back.

Detective.

I went back and double-checked
everyone's alibis again.

Turns out you were right
about one of them.

Nice work, Daniel.

I don't suppose that you, um...

Interrogation two.

Deputies just
brought the suspect in.

Should I release Lisa?

Actually...

She's gonna want to hang around
and hear this.

You knew a good thing
when you saw it,

especially
when it comes to men.

And Judd
was definitely "it."

Because "it" was what made

your bachelorette parties
the talk of the town.

But... what you didn't realize
until it was too late,

was that your best friend
had fallen hard for "it."

She'd fallen in love.

But you dated him first,

so you knew
what he was capable of.

So, you tried to warn her,
but she didn't listen.

She just thought
you were doing that thing

you've always done
your whole life...

Take whatever you want
from whoever you want.

But this was different.
No, this was Lisa.

You don't know the first thing
about me and Lisa.

I know that
you tried to pay him off.

50 grand to take a powder,
which he took,

but didn't leave,

leaving Lisa
to put on a brave face.

But you...
you knew better.

You knew she was in trouble.

So you gave Judd a fake address,
you booked him a fake party.

And then you went along to that
silent auction, but you left early,

taking the paddle with you
as proof that you were there.

So, then you drove to
the address that you gave Judd.

You took that gun that he kept
on himself for "protection,"

and you shot him in the chest.

Not a bad plan,
as far as murder plans go.

That is not a plan.

That's a theory
that you can't prove.

Ah, but you proved it
for me, Nicky.

You made one critical mistake.

You quite smartly paid cash
for the toll

on the way to the murder
to cover your tracks,

but afterward, with all that
adrenaline in your system,

you forgot on the way back,

meaning that your Sunpass
was charged at 10:42 P.M.

At the Boynton Beach
Toll Plaza.

And confirmed
by Florida Highway Patrol.

You don't understand, detective.

Lisa is the only person

who ever loved me for me
in my whole life.

And when she saw me,

she didn't see a trophy
that she had to have.

She saw... a friend.

And when I saw her,
I saw somebody

who was brilliant and loving...

And, unlike me,
didn't need a man to define her

or make her feel successful.

She just was successful,

and definitely not
a man like Judd.

And she was in trouble.

So I had to protect her
before it was too late.

What other choice did I have?

And a water.
I'm just waiting for someone.

Pretty good read.

You got a little splotch
of mustard there.

But other than that,
it's a good job.

Thank you. Yeah, you
figure it out, yet?

Figure out what? How you're
gonna finish school.

Believe me,
I'm dying to get back.

Okay.

You don't believe me?

I said okay...
that usually means

that someone's okay
with what you've just said.

There's no shame
in getting married, sweetheart.

Getting married is something
woman used to aspire to.

Now, if they got
a head on their shoulders,

they act like
they should apologize.

- Oh, I'm definitely not apologizing.
- Good.

Get married.
Have some kids.

I have a son. Thank you.

Well, have another one.
Have a girl.

This isn't China.

You'll figure it out.

See you in 10 days.

Yeah.

She's over there.

And, uh, would you see
that she finishes school?

Would you see to that, please?

She's gonna
make a hell of a doctor!

Okay, so, that was, um...?

- Doctor Hardy.
- Wow.

- He seems... friendly?
- Yeah.

Well, not really.
But he has his moments.

Ah, so, this is...?

Meyer lemon cake
with buttercream frosting.

They highly suggest this
for weddings.

And Laura and I
had some with dinner.

You've got to taste this.

Yeah. Sorry
I didn't make dinner.

Oh, no one really
expected you to make it.

But I had the bartender
take a picture.

Oh, yeah.
She looks like trouble.

Oh, my God.

We used to
get into so much trouble.

I look forward to meeting her.

I think she'll like you, too.

And if she doesn't, I'll just
kick her ass to the curb again.

Okay.

Oh, my God.
Right?

This is ridiculous.

No, and it just keeps
getting better each time.

Yes. It does.

- So...
- Yes?

Um, how long do you think
we can play with this food?

- Forever.
- Forever.

- Oh, good one.
- Yeah.