The Gourmet Detective (2015–…): Season 1, Episode 4 - Eat, Drink & Be Buried: A Gourmet Detective Mystery - full transcript

I'm just getting out of the car.

Are you still there?

Yeah, I'm here.
Good.

Uh, listen, could you tell
the people in Zurich

that I'm still interested
in attending their event?

Okay, thanks, Lucy.
I think that is it.

I'm just at Maggie's now
picking her up for the party.

- Hi.
- Hey, Abby.

Nice tights.

Technically,
these are not tights.

They are stockings,
also known as "splatterdashes".



Good to know.

My mom is just getting ready.

Ah.

Which means we have
just enough time

for me to beat you
at gt racer again.

Ooh.

I mean, if you're up for it.

Them's fightin' words.

Let's do this.

Henry definitely keeps things
interesting, doesn't he?

Mm-hmm.

I never thought

we'd be celebrating
our three-month anniversary

dressed like this.



Has it been
three months already?

What are you getting him?

You know, adults don't celebrate

their three-month
dating anniversaries...

But speaking
about celebrations...

His birthday's in two weeks,

and he refuses
to even talk about it.

Well, maybe
he just doesn't like birthdays.

It's not just that.

The thing is, even though
we spend all this time together,

he never opens up to me
about anything personal.

You know?
I mean...

I know next to nothing
about his childhood

and any time I try to ask,
he just clams right up.

Maybe he feels
like you're prying.

But I don't pry.

Sometimes, you pry.

You've got another thing coming!

Oh, man, I am so bad at this!

You really are.

You... look...

Stunning.

Oh. Well,
thank you, kind sir.

You look pretty good yourself.

Nice tights.

Technically,
they're splatterdashes.

Good to know.
Thank you.

Well...

Your carriage awaits, milady.

Thank you.

Nope, sir, I got that.
Thank you.

Thank you.

Wow, beautiful place.

Henry,
why is nobody else in costume?

You said this was
a costume party, right?

Um...

I'm going to kill you.

Henry!
There you are.

David!
Happy birthday.

This is Maggie.

Maggie?

Hello.

Hi.

Obviously, there has been
a little miscommunication.

Ah, I take it you didn't get
the notification two weeks ago?

Apparently not.

Apparently not.

Oh, no! Henry,
I am so sorry.

Because you
consulted on the menu,

you ended up on the staff list

instead of the guest list,

and I didn't send you
the updated invitation,

but you look fabulous.
Both of you.

Hi. I'm Felicity Weston,
David's daughter.

Nice to meet you.
Maggie price.

I'm just going
to pop home and...

No, no, no!

Nonsense, you're not
going anywhere.

You look beautiful.

You're exactly what
this evening is all about.

Now, I have a very special
bottle of Bordeaux,

and I'm going to open it
just for you.

Oh!

Would you care for a glass?

I'd like the bottle, please!

Thank you!

- I'll be back.
- Okay.

Good thing we didn't
wear the wigs.

Listen, as much as
I hate to abandon you,

especially now,

considering...
Everything,

I really do need to go

and check on how everything's
going in the kitchen.

Yeah, please, go.

- Are you sure?
- Yes.

Go.

As you wish.

Here you go,

my dad's favorite
Montrose Bordeaux.

Thank you very much.

Delicious.

Mm, yeah.

I was just checking
on my daughter.

How old is she?

15.

I probably don't have to keep
tabs on her as much as I do.

Completely understandable.

I don't know
how my parents did it

with four teenagers
under one roof.

Four? At once?

Oh, wow.
That's terrifying.

We're a blended family,

like the Brady bunch,
but without the singing...

Or the getting along.

I see.

That good-looking
guy over there,

flirting with half the room,

is my biological brother,
Douglas,

and that's my step-brother, Ken.

My step-sister Angela's
probably off in a corner,

whining about something.

I take it
you two don't get along.

After my parents got divorced,

our dad married
Ken and Angela's mom

pretty quickly...

A little too quickly
for everyone's taste.

Doug and I thought

Ken and Angela were
boring and provincial

and they thought we
were trouble-makers,

which, of course, we were.

No, I'm glad we went
with these cherries.

I think these look good.

Oh, don't overglaze
the pheasant, okay?

I think we're going to be fine.

Thank you, team.
Everything's looking great.

Thank you.

Angela!

How are you?

Hi, Henry.

How's everything
going in the kitchen?

Oh, a minor crisis averted,

but I think
everything is perfect now.

Your father
is going to have a menu

that is 100% authentic
to the late-1700s.

Well, it doesn't get
much more authentic

than that outfit.

Yeah, long story.

Henry, this is
my husband, Colin.

Oh, nice to meet you.

And you.

My father-in-law's
told me all about you.

I don't know if you've heard
of my company, watershed.

We do sports bars,
protein powders...

We've got a line of
frozen foods coming out...

Of course,
I see your products everywhere.

You're obviously
doing very well.

Yeah, and they're actually
looking to expand into Europe.

Oh?

You know, I'd love to sit
down with you sometime,

maybe get your advice

on how to tweak out products
for the European market.

I would be happy
to do that, anytime.

If you'll excuse me
right now, though,

I do have to take care
of one other thing.

- Sure.
- Okay.

We'll see you soon.

It does smell good over there,

it smells delicious.

Wonderful!
Well, you look great.

Thank you.

Did I mention that?

Hi. I'm Ken.

I don't believe we've met.

Ken, this is Maggie.
Maggie, my step-brother, Ken.

Henry's Maggie?

Ah! Indeed.

Heard a lot about you.
It's nice to finally meet.

Oh, no.
That's frightening.

Mrs. Haywarth
is complaining

about where she's seated
at dinner tonight.

Can you go talk with her?

Maggie, it was lovely
chatting with you.

You too.

So, Henry says
you're a detective.

That must be exciting.

It has its moments.

As a kid, I always wanted
to be a detective.

Really?

Yeah.

In my 20s,

I even wrote
a couple of murder mysteries.

They're hiding
in a drawer somewhere.

I should probably burn them

before someone finds them
and puts them online.

They're pretty terrible.

Aw, I'm sure
they're not terrible.

No, no, they're...
They are.

I did not miss my calling.

Well...

It looks like it's worked out
pretty okay for you.

Yeah...

Yeah, I guess it has.

Hi. How are you?

What are you talking about?

You heard me.

I can't do this anymore,
okay, Doug?

Beth, please don't go.

Let go of me.

I'm sorry.

Please, can we talk about this?

Okay.

Just not now.
Later.

They're beautiful, aren't they?

I'm so sorry.

Oh, please.

That's why they're
out there on display.

You know, I owe a lot
to that pistol right there.

My family wouldn't have
the publishing business

without it.

Oh, really?
How's that?

Jack Weston,

my great-great-great-great
grandfather,

was an editor
for "the Philadelphia delegate."

Well, in one of his editorials,

he poked fun
at the owner of the newspaper,

sir William Grant.

Well, Grant didn't like that,

and challenged him to a duel.

Jack accepted...

On one condition.

That if he won,
the delegate would become his?

That's right.

And lucky for you,
Jack was a good shot.

No kidding.
Shall we?

Indeed. Well,
they're lovely.

Oh, my.

Roast beef, mutton, pheasant...

My doctor is going to kill me

for what I'm doing
to my cholesterol today.

Yes, an 18th-century menu

is quite heavy on the meat,

but I've given you some
healthy choices there as well.

Yes, I can see that.

Why don't you stick

with the stinging nettle soup
and the salad?

On his birthday?

Don't be ridiculous.

Go ahead and indulge, dad.

It's not a joke, Felicity.

He needs to be careful.

Oh, lighten up.

Please.
I will be careful...

But can a man enjoy one meal
on his birthday?

This looks delicious.

So, David, how's business?

Ah, well, you know...

Henry, the way
publishing has gone

in the last 10 years,

we've had to get
a little creative.

We've moved a significant
amount of our content online.

The problem with online content

is getting people to pay for it.

Well, subscriptions are way up.

Define "way up."

Oh, don't start, you two.

Really, Douglas, not today.

Well, he's right.

You would say that.

I'm sorry.

I...

No apologies necessary, Henry.

You asked a simple question,

which in an ideal world,
my family and I

would've answered
without turning things

into world war III.

We would never start
world war III

on your birthday, dad.

We'd wait 'til tomorrow.

Well done.
Well done.

So you know, your birthday's
coming up in two weeks,

and every time I try
to bring it up,

you keep changing the subject.

Well, I don't really
celebrate birthdays.

Don't be silly.
Who doesn't celebrate birthdays?

Uh, me?

Ever since I was a kid.

Um, okay.
Why? What happened?

Bad experience
with a birthday clown?

Something like that, yeah.

Something like that?

What, he ate your cake?
Stole your presents?

Look, Maggie,

I just don't really
enjoy the whole, um...

Okay, so what if I throw you

just the teeniest of parties

and I promise, no clowns.

Maggie, I just don't want you
to make a fuss, okay?

I really don't.

Henry, that's what people do
when they're in a relationship.

They make a fuss over
the other person's birthday.

And I'm telling you
I don't need you to.

Wow, okay.
I get it.

You get what?

You don't want me
to do anything for you,

then I won't.

Maggie, I...

Ladies and gentlemen?
Ladies and gentlemen,

can I have your attention
for a moment, please?

We'd like to invite you all
back inside,

where I have a little surprise
set up for you,

so join me in the rotunda
in about five minutes.

Thanks very much.

Maggie, I...

I'm going to grab
some water, okay?

Now, as some of you
are already aware,

the pistols used
in the infamous duel

that launched
my family's publishing business

have recently resurfaced.

Now, as you also know,

my two sons don't often see
eye to eye, well...

Ever...

But today,

they have agreed
to humor their old man

on his birthday

and re-enact that famous duel
for your entertainment.

Now, last week,

a coin was tossed,

and Ken here drew
sir William Grant,

and Doug, Jack Weston.

Now I heard that Ken here

has been practicing
his death scene,

and it's quite dramatic.

Your brother truly is a suck-up.

And your brother's a narcissist.

I can't believe
I agreed to do this.

You just don't like
playing the loser.

That's funny,
'cause I could have sworn

that dad just made me
President of the company.

I wish
we really could settle this

the old-fashioned way.

Yeah, I'll bet you do.

All right, stop it.
That's enough.

Now...

The rules of engagement
for the duel were read aloud,

at which point,
a drumroll commenced.

Then, this would cue the men
to take eight paces and turn.

When the handkerchief
was dropped to the floor,

the men were free to fire.

Gentlemen?

Well done. Well done!

Is that fake blood?

Ken!

Ken?

He's been shot.

Oh, my god.

No, no, no!

The guns, they weren't loaded!

Somebody call 911 right now!

He's dead.

Nolan, thanks for bringing
me a change of clothes.

It's a little hard
to run an investigation

while dressed like
Marie antoinette.

Happy to oblige.

So explain this to me.

Ken died too quickly
for a gunshot wound.

He had no pulse within
seconds of being shot.

I'll have a preliminary report
ready by tomorrow,

but one possibility
that I have seen before

is hydrostatic shock.

What's that?

The short answer

is that if you have
the right bullet

in the right place,

complete organ failure
can occur.

Now, I won't know
until I perform the autopsy,

but I will keep an eye out

for anything
out of the ordinary.

That'd be great.
Thank you.

You got it.

So what happens now?

Well, Douglas claims
he didn't know it was loaded,

which means all I've got so far

is negligent
discharge of a firearm.

If I arrest him now,

his lawyers will
probably have him out

by lunchtime tomorrow,

and I'll have a much less
cooperative family

to deal with...

Which, speaking of,

I should probably go
and talk to them.

They've been separated,

so they can't confer
about what happened.

Confer?

Maggie, what
are you talking about?

This was an accident.

That's what we're
going to find out.

I know that this is
really difficult

and that you want to be
with your family right now,

but I need to establish
who had access to these weapons

leading up to the party.

I keep them in my office,

with all my other
antique weapons.

The room is locked at all times,

and can only be opened
with a key pad.

Three days ago, I cleaned them,

and then I didn't
return until today.

Then at 2:00, I, uh...

I loaded the pistols with blanks
for the party,

then I put them on display,

and the room was unlocked
for the rest of the day.

Who has the code to your office?

All of my children do.

Well, they need access
to my, uh...

My financial paperwork,

in case something happens to me.

I'm sorry.

I understand that you and Ken
didn't get along?

What are you suggesting?

You're not saying
that I did this on purpose!

Doug was always
jealous of my brother.

He was so angry
when dad put Ken in charge

instead of him.

Of course, it made Doug angry.

Dad chose Ken

to take over the company
when he retired

over his own flesh and blood.

They've lost 47% of their stock
over the past five years,

and Ken just couldn't admit it.

So... Ken disagreed
about selling the company?

He did.

He felt that our online sales
and our subscriptions

had finally turned a corner.

And with Ken gone,

who's next in line
to run the company?

It's Doug.

What time did you
get in last night?

Ugh, it was pretty late

by the time I finished
with all my paperwork.

I'm sorry I'm not
going to be able

to go to the beach
with you guys today.

I really ought to get
a jump on this case.

Ab?

What? Oh, yeah,
that's fine.

Who's that?

No one.

Okay.

For a "no one,"
he seems pretty funny.

Why don't you invite him over?

We could serve "nobody"
nothing for dinner.

Sure.

I'm not trying to pry.
I'm just interested.

Oh, man...

Why can't she go back
to being 10?

She'll tell us when she's ready.

Remember when she used to come
rushing through the door

at the end of the school day?

She was talking so fast,

she could barely get
the words out.

Those were great days.

She used to want
to tell me everything,

and now she's texting a boy,
and she won't even tell me who.

Let her stretch away
from you a little bit.

It doesn't just work for men,
you know.

It works on teenagers, too.
Least, it did for you.

What do you mean?
I was a great teenager.

Mom!

Mom!

Door's open, Lucy!

What are you doing?

Why are you ringing
the doorbell?

Hello, Henry.

Hi, dad.

Uh...
What are you doing here?

I'm in town on business,

thought I'd drop by
to say hello.

Oh.

Um...

Well, uh, come on in.

If it's a bad time...

No, no, it's fine, dad.

I was just making
a quick breakfast.

Can I get you some coffee?

Only if you've already
got some on.

A quick breakfast, huh?

It's just eggs, dad.

Mm.

Hi, Henry!

Sorry I'm late.
I got your text.

I can't believe what happened.

Oh, I...

Sorry,
I didn't know you had company.

No, it's okay, Lucy.

This is, uh...

My dad.

Dad, this is Lucy, my assistant.

Your dad?

It's a pleasure
to meet you, Mr. Ross.

Please, call me Jim.

Look, you seem busy.
I'm just going to go...

Nope, nope, nope.
It's okay, it's okay.

I do have to head down
to the precinct today, though.

Why?

Didn't you know?
Henry's a detective now.

Ah, consultant.

He's helped solve three murders.

You're kidding me.

Nope.

Not kidding.

How about that?

You followed in your old
man's footsteps after all.

Oh, I'm sorry.
Did I never tell you?

My dad is a retired cop.

That's amazing!

There's like a whole...

"Organic apple falling
from a locavore tree" thing

happening here.

Not really a foodie?

Not like
the gourmet detective here.

I did not give myself that name,

and the "detective"
is only because I find...

I know, I know.
I read your blog.

You do?

Yeah, it's great.

Ah, thank you.

I write it,

under Henry's supervision,
of course,

and today, I'm covering

the food truck festival
down at the embarcadero.

It's going to be delicious.

Care to join me?

Oh, oh, you know what?
I'm sure my dad...

I'd love to.

Great!

Great.

Great.

Hi. Hey.

Morning.

Morning.

I got you your favorite.

Thank you.
That was nice.

Ooh...

Are those cannolis
from portolla?

Yum.

Well, you know my motto...

Never show up
to an investigation

empty-handed.

Listen, captain.

I don't mean to be presumptuous,

but I've known the Weston
family for years,

and I think
I could make a real asset...

Hold your breath, Henry.

I don't know
if you are the luckiest

or the unluckiest guy
in the world,

but let's just say
that from now on,

you are officially a consultant
to the sfpd homicide division.

- Really?
- Uh-huh.

That's great!

Now, when you say, officially...

It's an unpaid position.

Perfect.

Mm-hmm.

Mm...

I should have
hired you years ago.

Does this mean I get a badge?

Okay.

David Weston has four children,

two from one marriage
and two from another.

He and his first wife
had Doug and Felicity.

Shortly after they divorced
when the kids were teens,

he married his second wife

who had two children of her own,
Ken and Angela,

also teens at the time.

About three years later,
his second wife died of cancer.

David decided
to adopt his stepchildren,

and over time,

Ken became his favorite,

and, eventually,
his right-hand man,

a role that Doug felt
should have been his.

So not only did Douglas
pull the trigger,

but with Ken dead,

he's next in line
to run the company.

Which is why we're starting
with him

as our number one suspect.

What about David?

He loaded the guns.

No, I've known David for years.

He's no killer.

Plus, he's not going
to murder his own stepson.

And as far as we know now,

he has no motive, right?

Financially, he has nothing
to gain from Ken dying,

but Doug does.

Doug pulled the trigger

in a room full of witnesses.

Why would anyone do that,

knowing they were going be
the number one suspect?

Someone could have set him up.

If the intent was to kill Ken,

then mission accomplished.

Either way,

how would the killer
know which gun to load?

Okay, so,

Jack Weston had his pistol
engraved with his initials

after he won the duel
back in the 1700s.

David said
that they'd already decided

that Doug would be the one
to play the role of Jack

for the re-enactment.

So how many people knew
Doug was playing Jack?

The decision was made
about a week before

with a coin toss,

and I'm assuming
that the whole family knew,

possibly others as well.

But we still don't know

how a bullet ended up
in that pistol.

Yeah.

Maybe someone loaded the gun
right before the party

while they were
still on display.

Okay, the thing is,

David took the pistol
out of the cabinet,

loaded it with blanks,

and put it on display
by 2:00 in the afternoon.

By then, the house
was already filled with staff

preparing for the party.

The guests were meant
to be arriving around 4:00.

I just don't see
someone risking getting caught

with all those people around,
right?

I mean, to me, I think
it would be more likely

that the pistol
was loaded earlier,

before David went in.

Then there's the codes
to deal with, right?

So there's the code
to the house alarm,

and the code to the office.

David says

that all of his children
have both codes.

I'll check with the
security company,

see what they can tell us

about all activity

in the days leading up
to the party.

That'd be great.
Thank you.

Munro, why don't you start
running background checks

on everyone at the party?

Bailey, see if you can find me

an expert that's familiar with
weapons from that time period.

I want to find out
everything that I can

about blanks and musketballs
for those pistols.

I mean, somehow,
a blank was loaded

at 2:00 in the afternoon,

but a real bullet was fired
from the same gun

at 7:00,

and I need to know how.

You got it, boss.

So...

What are we going to do?

What we always do.

Back to the scene of the crime.

Hi.
Thanks for meeting us here.

Of course.
Anything you need.

Remember not to touch anything.

I don't have gloves.

Do you have an extra pair?

Okay.

Can I keep these?

Well, this really is
quite the collection, isn't it?

Dad's been building it
for years.

Do any of the house staff
know the code for this room?

I doubt it.

Dad's really touchy
about his office.

He's the only one
who comes in here.

And, uh...

When was this photo taken?

Two years ago,

civil war re-enactment
in marin county.

Ah.

Always wanted
to attend one of those.

Not really my thing,

but you know
what a history buff my dad is.

Right...

And the rifles in the photo?

Are they real?

Sure.

We used those ones right there.

So you know your way
around antique weapons, then?

Look, I've already told you.

I may have pulled the trigger,

and god knows
I have to live with that

for the rest of my life,

but I didn't load the gun,
and I have no idea who did.

No one is saying you did.

Aren't they?

Excuse me, I have to take this.

This is price.

I just got off the phone
with the security company.

According to their records,

someone turned off
the house alarm

at 2:47 A.M.

David's office was entered
two minutes after that,

and then 16 minutes later,

someone reactivated
the house alarm

at 3:05 A.M.

So someone snuck into
the house and David's office

in the middle of the night?

Looks like it.

You know what this means.

We're looking at murder.

My captain just spoke
with the security company.

Somebody entered the house,

turning off both
this room's alarm

and the house alarm

shortly before 3:00 A.M.
just before the party

and then left
shortly thereafter.

Do either one of you
know anything about that?

No.

Of course not.

Your father said
only the immediate family

knows the code to this room.

We all have keys.
We grew up here.

Maybe it was my dad
entering the code.

That doesn't make sense to me.

Why would your dad come home
and then leave again

in the middle of the night?

Exactly.
He didn't.

The house alarm was turned off

at 8:00
in the morning

without anyone opening
the front door again.

That tells me

that your father was probably
still asleep upstairs

while the intruder
came into the home.

Then he came down in the morning

and turned the alarm off.

I can look
for signs of forced entry,

but if our intruder
knows both of the alarm codes,

I don't think
I'm going to find anything.

I need to know
where everyone was

at 3:00 A.M.
Friday morning...

Starting with you.

Should I be calling my attorney?

If you'd like,
but this is just a formality.

Look, nobody's
pointing fingers, Douglas.

We just need to know
where you, and Angela,

and everyone else at the party
were for alibis.

I was at home, sleeping.

Alone?

Yes.

Can anyone confirm this?

You could talk to my cat,
but otherwise, no.

Angela, what about you?

I loved Ken, okay?

When my mom died,
he was all that I had.

I understand.

At 3:00 A.M.,
I was at home,

in bed with my husband,
sleeping, obviously.

You can ask him.

Okay, we need
to talk to Felicity.

She's with Colin.

What?

They went riding.

She said she needed
to get out of the house.

Colin didn't tell me that
Felicity was going there.

Well...

She stables a horse
at our place.

Colin and I
have a ranch in sonoma.

I would take you there,

but I'm not comfortable
leaving my father right now.

That's all right.

If you could just
get us the address,

we'll find them.

Yeah.

Nice little place.

Yeah.

They must be around
here somewhere.

Let's look around.

It's beautiful.

It is.

Ah, I miss riding.

Those horses remind me

of when I rode
with the sfpd mounted division.

You rode with
the mounted division?

I didn't know that.

There are lots of things
you don't know about me.

Good.

Good girl.
Good girl...

Felicity?

Henry!
Detective price!

Um...

This is a surprise.

What are you doing here?

Just looking for you and Colin.

I was just out riding with him.

I came back early.
Is anything wrong?

No, we just
had a few more questions.

She's a beauty.

A rocky mountain, huh?

You know your horses.

What's her name?

This is lightning.

You want to pet her?

No, I'm good, thank you.
Just...

Okay.

I, uh, know it must look strange

to see me out here riding

the day after...

After last night.

Riding is my escape,

and I feel like
if I don't keep moving

or keep myself occupied,

I'm going to fall apart.

I can't believe Ken is gone.

It doesn't seem real.

I know what you're thinking.

I was a little hard
on everyone at the party,

but we're still family.

How long do you think
Colin will be?

Maybe he stopped at the pond.

How far is the pond?

It's not far.
It's just up the trail.

Do you ride?

Mm-hmm.

Could saddle up
a couple of horses,

and we could go find him.

Yeah, I think that would...

All good.

Uh...

Maybe we should just walk.

Sure.

This is beautiful countryside.

Do you get out here often?

Not as often as I'd like.

Angela seemed surprised

that you were here today.

My step-sister isn't thrilled

I stable a horse at her ranch.

I think she's jealous

her husband and I
have this hobby in common.

She's been like that
since high school...

Always jealous I was trying
to steal her boyfriends,

but it's all in her head.

And Angela's always been
a little...

Well...

Dad likes to call her sensitive.

That's a nice way of putting it.

So help me understand
the disagreement

over the family business.

Ken was in charge
of the digital content side,

is that right?

Yes, and I have to admit,
he'd made great strides,

but as the cfo,

I wasn't convinced he
could turn things around

quickly enough.

Neither was Doug.

What did your dad think?

He was conflicted.

He could see the numbers.

Our company has lost hundreds
of millions in value,

and he knew we were in trouble,

but I think selling
his life's work

was a little too much
for him to accept.

Ken loved the business
as much as my dad did,

and my father trusted him.

It's not that he didn't
trust Doug or I,

it's just...

Ken gave him a reason
to believe it wasn't over?

Yes.

So then, what happens now?

I think the loss of Ken
will be too much for my dad.

He'll hand the reins
over to Douglas,

knowing we'll ultimately
sell the business.

Colin?

Okay, easy, easy.

Colin!

Here, careful, careful.

You okay?

Colin, what happened?

I don't know.
I...

I was galloping,
and all of a sudden,

my saddle came loose,
and I went flying.

Let me see.

The girth strap's been cut.

What?

You're lucky.

You could've been killed.

You might want
to get that looked at.

I spoke with the employee
who saddled your horse.

He says he didn't notice
anything wrong with the saddle

and doesn't know
how this happened.

And you believe him?

Yeah, the cut was hidden.

I think it's very possible
for someone to have missed it.

I know everyone on this ranch.

No one here
is responsible for this.

Do you know who then?

No idea.

Here, let me take
a look at that.

Yeah, I think you're maybe
going to need some stitches.

And you should probably
get those ribs looked at.

Let me take you to the hospital.

I can drive myself.

Suit yourself.

Uh, before we take off,

I need to know
where you both were

at 3:00 A.M. on Friday?

I was at home...

In bed with my wife.

I was at home...
Alone.

So is it just me, or...

Or is something going on
between those two?

Uh-huh.

Hey, Nolan. I'm with
Henry. What's up?

Hi, guys.

I just emailed you
the autopsy report,

and as I suspected,

I found
hemorrhaging in the brain,

signifying hydrostatic shock,

which was caused
by a large bore bullet

entering the victim's heart
at close range.

The musketball
was a .45 caliber.

Thanks.
Anything else?

Just one more thing.
Something odd.

I found trace amounts of oatmeal

in the entry wound.

Of what?

Yeah, I didn't know
what it was at first,

but it's oatmeal,

and cooked, if you're wondering.

What do you make of that?

I don't know.

It's a first for me.

All right, thanks, Nolan.

I'll let you know if I have
any follow-up questions.

So...

Where to now?

Time for a history lesson.

Okay, well,
first off, with these,

you don't use
a traditional blank

like with a modern gun.

To create the puff of smoke,

you first load
gunpowder down the barrel,

and then you create
an airtight seal around it.

And how do you do that?

Some people like to use bits
of styrofoam egg carton,

pushed down the barrel
with a ram rod.

You could also use cotton
or wool.

What about oatmeal?

You've done your homework.

I've heard oatmeal works
equally as well.

Now, once you've
created that seal...

You get a very small explosion
without a projectile.

It looks and sounds
very realistic,

but nobody gets hurt.

Usually.

So would it be possible

for someone to not notice

that the gun
had already been loaded

with a musketball,

and then load a blank
on top of it?

Yes.

That is possible.

These barrels are very long.

You wouldn't necessarily see

the wadding

or the ball down the barrel.

It's not as if the musketball
was gonna fall out either.

Once you've taken that ramrod

and you've tightened
the wadding,

that ball is lodged in there
until you fire it.

And if you did
accidentally load...

Oh, I don't know,

let's say a blank of oatmeal
on top of a loaded musketball,

would the gun still fire
correctly?

Oh, you bet it would.

A little plug of oatmeal
will not stop a bullet.

You know,
we should go riding sometime.

You sure?

You seemed a little jumpy
around the horses.

Please, I was not jumpy.

Okay.

It just startled me is all!

By making a noise.

Well, a loud noise.

So then I had to
make a decision...

Do I cuff the guy,

or do I at least
let him get dressed?

So what did you do?

What do you think?
I let him get dressed.

Hey, guys!

Oh...

Hey, there he is!

Dad, what are you doing here?

"Dad?"

Uh...

We finished at the food festival

a little earlier than expected.

And I wanted to see
where you volunteer.

Consult.

Wait, your dad's in town?

I...

I can't believe you didn't
tell us your dad was a cop.

And he's a cop?

Look, Maggie, I...
I was going to, um...

I was going to...

You must be Maggie.

Jim Ross.

How do you do?
Nice to meet you.

Um, Henry's told me...

Next to nothing about me?

Something like that.

Maggie,

this is "the" Jim Ross,
from the 39th precinct.

Not officer Ross

who stopped a bank robbery
in progress...

Using only a pen. Yup.

The one and only.

Has he told you the one

about delivering the triplets
on the bay bridge yet?

That's, uh, that's
a real crowd-pleaser as well.

Look, I'm sorry I barged in.

I should let you people
get back to work, huh?

It was so nice meeting you.

Great for stopping by, thanks.

Aw! Yeah.

Your dad was wondering
about dinner.

He offered to cook tonight.

I will cook.

Got it.

It was nice seeing you all.

It's good to see you...
Again... Lucy.

Um... stop by any time.

I'd be happy to.

All right.

Bye.

Um, it's great meeting you,
Maggie.

Henry, I will, uh...
See you later.

Yeah.

Well, I guess we should get
you guys up to speed.

Look, Maggie, I was...

We're working here, Henry.

Would it be weird

if I asked you
for Lucy's phone number?

You're right.
Not now.

I don't want to do this anymore.

I just want out.

It's too late for that.

Felicity, please.

Steven, if you think
you're in trouble now,

I will make sure
it only gets worse for you.

I mean it.

Just get me what I need.

So, we just spent some time with
an antique weapons dealer

over in potrero.

He walked us through
how a flintlock works,

and after speaking with him,

we now know that it's possible

for the weapon
to have been loaded

before David loaded the blank

and still fire.

Yeah, the barrels
on these pistols

are long and narrow

and hard to see down,

so David definitely
wouldn't have noticed,

which means that
our suspicions...

Our suspicions were correct

in that whoever entered
David's office at 3:00 A.M.

Loaded the pistol,

knowing he probably
wouldn't be discovered.

And it would still...

But that it would still fire
during the re-enactment.

So we know the how and the when.

We just don't know who.

Henry has a theory.

Oh, I can go now?

Be my guest.

Okay.

Yeah, I've been wondering
about Felicity.

We surprised her
at Colin's ranch,

but she is definitely
holding something back.

Takes one to know one.

While we were there,

somebody cut through
Colin's saddle

before his morning ride,

and he fell.

Do you think that's
related to the case?

We don't know if it is or not.

What we do know
is Felicity was acting nervous,

and we definitely noticed
some tension

between she and Colin.

She also mentioned

that Angela is jealous
of their relationship.

Do you think
they're having an affair?

Could be.

So maybe Angela...

Cut the saddle to
send him a message?

Well, you've been doing this
long enough

to know that the quiet ones
may always surprise you.

So how much do we know
about Colin?

Well, he's an entrepreneur.

He's obviously done
very well for himself.

I do know that he started
in silicon valley,

made some money
with a tech start-up,

and then used those funds

to start his health food
company, watershed.

I'm going to look into him
further tonight,

and Felicity.

Why don't you guys
keep running down alibis?

Sorry, I've got
to get some food.

I haven't eaten since breakfast.

We could grab an early
dinner at my house.

That's all right.

No, just a quick bite.

No thanks.

Ooh...

Is it me, or is it
getting chilly in here?

Definitely sensing
tension in the air.

Yeah, yeah, very funny.
I love that.

Great routine.
Yeah, very funny.

Someone's in the doghouse.

Hate to be Henry today.

Okay, what's going on?

Nothing, I'm just going
to get a bite to eat.

Obviously, you're angry at me.

Why would I be angry?

That sounds like
a trick question.

Look, you want your space.

This is me
giving you your space.

Who said anything about space?

Why else wouldn't you bother

telling me
that your dad's in town?

What, that?
I just...

What, forgot?

You haven't spoken
to this man in years.

You don't think
I might be interested

in the fact that he's here?

Of course, I knew
you'd be interested.

That's why I didn't tell you!

Wait, wait.

That didn't sound right.

Nice, Henry.
Forget it. Never mind.

No, I know that one.

"Never mind" never
means "never mind."

I'm going home.

Look, Maggie,

my dad and I, we
can be oil and water,

and I didn't want you
to feel uncomfortable,

but the truth of the matter

is that I want you to meet him.

I really do.

Look...

Come to my house.

Get to know my dad.

I want you to.

Do you?

Yes!

Because somehow,

I've ended up in the doghouse,

and I don't know any way out

except to invite you over

and just, you know,

dazzle you with my cooking.

Please.

You're good at that...

The whole dazzling thing.

Mm-hmm.

Takes one to know one.

So you'll come?

Mm, smells so delicious.

Mm-hmm.

There you go.

Thank you.

Thank you!

Mm-hmm.

Can I offer you a glass of wine?

Uh, water'll be fine, thank you.

I don't drink.

That's new.

Actually,
it's been two years now.

Hmm.

So, Jim, do you like to cook?

I love to cook.

You know, I like to think

that Henry picked up
a thing or two from the old man.

That's funny, dad.

I don't remember you teaching me
anything in the kitchen.

So, Maggie...

How long have you been
a detective?

Nearly 10 years.

10 years?

Mm-hmm.

Yeah, I wanted
to be a detective too, you know.

Well, that was always
the plan anyway.

I...

Well, after Henry's mother
passed away,

I was raising him on my own
on a cop's salary.

There was no way

I could, you know,
spend the time and money

to get the training
and take those tests,

so I...
I stayed a beat cop.

Worked overtime
every chance I got.

It was hard to be around
as much as I would've liked.

And yet,

there always seemed
to be enough time and money

for you to go out to the bar

with your buddies
after work, right?

What, a guy can't go out
with his buddies

on a Saturday night?

No, that would've been fine.

It's the other six nights
of the week

where it might've been nice
to have you around the house.

Six nights?

Come on, wasn't that bad.

All right.

All right, all right.

You know, maybe I needed
to be around people

after your mother was gone.

Yeah.

So did I.

Dinner's almost ready.
Who's hungry?

Oh!

It's hot tea.

Thank you, my dear.

You're welcome.

Mm.

Are you sure you want me to go?

I could spend the night
in my old room.

No, no, I'll be fine.

You go on home
and get some rest.

Okay.

I'm just going to do
some tidying up in the kitchen,

and then I'll head out.

All right.

Thanks, Angela.
Good night.

'Night, dad.

Oh...

Ow!

Ow!

Douglas and Felicity
are upstairs

keeping dad comfortable
right now.

The paramedics said
it wasn't a heart attack.

It's just a little angina.

Okay.

I went back in to make sure

that he took
his heart medication,

and I found him on the floor.

I'm so sorry
that I called you guys.

I just over-reacted.

Oh, no, no, no.
We understand.

It's just that...
With Ken being shot,

and then Colin's saddle
being cut,

and now this?

I just feel like I'm
going a little crazy.

Um...

Angela, is there anything
you want to tell us?

It's fine, honestly.
I'm just on edge.

Maggie, wait a second.

I know how we can confirm
at least one alibi.

How's that?

This is Doug's Tesla.

I read that Tesla will cooperate

with a police investigation

by giving detailed reports
about a car's location history.

If Doug was home at 3:00 A.M.
like he said he was,

his car should have been, too.

Hmm.

I knew there was a reason
I keep you around.

Uh-huh.

Hey, listen...

Do you mind if we take
a little detour

before going home?

I promise you,
it'll be worth it.

It better be.

I have tried every
gelato place in the city.

Ha ha ha!
Of course you have.

And this guy makes
the best by far.

White chocolate banana fig
for me,

and for you...

Ooh...
I have to guess?

Mm-hmm.

Strawberry...

With a little basil?

Oh!

She's learning.

And maybe a little touch of...

Turmeric?

You should probably quit
while you're ahead.

Just stop right there.

Fair enough.

Been meaning
to tell you something.

For the last couple of months,
I've been seeing this woman.

Okay...

She's smart,

and funny, and caring,

and extremely beautiful.

Wow, she sounds amazing.

Ah, she's okay.
Little bossy, gotta tell you.

Anyway,

I somehow made the mistake

and made her think

that I wasn't sharing things
about myself

because I didn't care
about her...

Which couldn't be
further from the truth.

Well, I think

that if she's as smart
as you say she is,

that she probably understands
that now.

Good.

You know, my mom threw
the best birthday parties.

Really?

Yeah, yeah, she always
did it up big.

I remember...

One year,

I couldn't decide
on what cake flavor I wanted,

so she brought home
four different birthday cakes.

Oh, wow!

She sounds wonderful.

Yeah, she was.

I turned 13 a couple of months
after she died,

and I asked my dad
not to do anything special,

and laying low on my birthday...

Became something of a habit,
I guess.

I get it.

You know,
my dad and I were close,

but I still regret the things
that I never had a chance to say

before he died.

Your dad's reaching out.

Don't leave anything unresolved.

Hi.

Hi.

Uh, I was going to call you.

I'm sorry about yesterday.

I never should have
gotten into it.

It's all right.
I get it.

Do you want to come in?

Actually, if you're not busy...

I'd like to show you something.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Thank you
for speaking with me again.

Of course!

I'm happy to help
with whatever you need.

I wanted to ask you
about Felicity.

She was jumpy yesterday

when I saw her at the stables.

Do you have any idea why?

No.

Is she having an affair
with your husband?

I don't know.

But you suspect?

Angela, the reason I'm asking

is because...

I'm wondering if you're the one
who cut Colin's saddle.

No, of course not!

We're not in a great place.

Colin's so wrapped up in work,

it's all he cares about.

I see.

That can happen.

We used to have so much fun
together...

Skiing and boating
and traveling...

And then Colin sold
our Aspen home

and our sailboat

without even telling me,

and when I asked him why,

he just accused me
of being spoiled.

Couldn't understand

that it wasn't
about the possessions,

it was about spending
time together.

You recognize the place?

Yeah.

This was the diner we
used to come to with mom.

Of course.
This was her favorite place.

Mm.

She'd always order
the blueberry pancakes, right?

That's right.

The guys from the station
used to come here, too.

Mm.

Then the recession hit.

Neighborhood went under.

I've been talking to the owner
of this building.

He's offering
an attractive lease.

You want to start a business?

I want to open something
like that old diner.

The equipment is still in place,

and I know the guys
from the station

would come back here.

I think this could be
a golden opportunity.

Right.

So you need... what?

Money?

No.

No, I don't need any money.

Your aunt Susan died.

She left me her house
down in San Diego.

I've spent the last
two years fixing it up

and recently sold it.

I always wanted to do
something... special

with the money,

and I thought that,
you know, moving back here

and starting over...

Might give us a chance
to start over as well.

Listen, dad...

No, hear me out, will you?

I know I...

I wasn't the best father to you.

You've every right to be angry.

I wish I could
change things, Henry,

but I want you to know
that I have followed your career

from day one.

All of it...

And I am...
So proud of you.

I mean it.

Thank you.

So, uh...

Listen, I mean, I don't know

if you'd be interested
in this idea,

but...

I was kind of thinking

that maybe we could partner
together on this...

On the diner.

What?

I need you to consult...

On everything...

The menu,

the decor, vendors.

Dad, how could we be partners?

I mean, think about it.

We can't even be
in the same room

without driving each other
crazy.

How could... I...

Well, maybe it's time
we learned how.

Dad...

Listen, um...

I really appreciate the gesture.

I mean, I really do,

but I don't think
this would work.

I'm sorry. I...

I understand.

It was just an idea I had.

"He sold it
without even telling me."

Hello?

Hello?

I just sent it.

Let me check.

Perfect.

Felicity, you realize
you're hurting people.

You should have thought of that
a long time ago.

Mom, come on!
We're going to be late!

Okay, I'm coming, I'm coming.

You're the only child I know

who wants to get
to school early.

Who's that?

No one.

Okay!

Am I too nosy?

What?

Maybe a little,

but I'm pretty sure
that's your job, isn't it?

I don't know.

You didn't exactly
come with a manual.

I'm just saying, you know,

if you need more space,

I could do that...

To a degree.

A small degree.

A tiny degree.

It's nice to know

that you're always
looking out for me.

Aw...
Thank you.

I wouldn't want to be smothered
by anybody else.

Thank you?

Okay...

So, are you going to make
me drag it out of you?

His name is Trevor.

Oh, good name.

I know.

He just moved here,
so I'm just getting to know him,

but he's really smart and funny.

He loves old movies,

and he's on the basketball team.

Oh, boy.

A smart and funny jock
who loves old movies?

He sounds like trouble.

You'd like him.

Invite him over.

I will,

but only if you promise
you won't grill him.

Who, me?

Oh, I won't grill him.

I'm running a
background check on him.

You wouldn't be you
if you didn't.

Hey, captain, what's up?

I just received
the tracking information

on Douglas's Tesla.

You are not going to believe
where he was at 3:00 A.M.

The night before the murder.

Sorry!

Your side door was unlocked.

I should've knocked.

Is everything okay with you?

You've been acting
strange for weeks.

Have I?

Yes, actually, you have.

You want to tell me
what's going on?

Nothing's going on.

If you know something
about Ken's murder,

you need to tell me.

Ow!

Careful.

What a strange thing to say.

Of course I don't know anything.

Okay.

You want a band-aid for that?

I'm fine.
It's nothing.

I'll see you later.

Thanks for the coffee.

Mm.

3145...

Okay.

So Doug's Tesla was parked
right here at 3:00 A.M.

Obviously, he didn't
want to be seen

sneaking into his dad's
house just down the street.

We already know he has a key

and knows both alarm codes.

Or... he wasn't going
to David's house at all.

You said 3145, right?

Yeah.

Let's see
if she has any theories.

Morning.

Morning.

I'm detective Ross.
This is detective price.

We're looking
into Ken Weston's death.

How can I help?

Detective?

Ah.

Thank you.

- Welcome.
- Thanks.

I still can't believe it.

Ken was such a lovely person.

I met him a few times
at David's holiday parties.

I can't imagine what David
must be going through.

The whole family
is, um, pretty shaken up.

Especially Douglas.

He must blame himself, you know,

even though it was an accident.

Only it wasn't.

It was premeditated.

Somebody broke into
David's home and office

at 3:00 in the morning
the night before the party.

They loaded the pistol
with a real bullet.

As you can imagine,

3:00 A.M. alibis
are not easy to come by,

but what we do know

is that Doug's car was parked
in front of your house

at the same time

that the perpetrator was
breaking into David's office.

Did you...

Happen to see or hear anything?

No, I didn't.

Beth...

You're the woman who was arguing
with Doug on the patio

at the party, aren't you?

Are you two having an affair?

If someone were
to come forward with an alibi,

would it be public knowledge?

We can be discreet.

Good instincts, detective Ross.

Lucky guess.

Detective price.

Maggie?
It's Felicity Weston.

I need to speak with you.
It's urgent.

Hi, Felicity.

Where are you?

I just left my house.

I can be at the precinct
in 20 minutes.

Okay, sure, yeah.
I can meet you then.

Okay, bye.

So we just lost
our number one suspect...

Are you kidding me?

Stupid vending machine.

I was trying
to get a granola bar.

Douglas is having
an affair with the neighbor.

She claims that she was with him

all night long.

And you believe her?

She could be covering for him.

Well, it's a soft alibi,

but she was reluctant
to give us the information,

so I'm inclined to believe her.

You wouldn't.

I paid Angela
a little visit yesterday.

She told me

that Colin sold
their Aspen home and their boat

without telling her.

Champagne problems.

But she's lying,

because I decided
to do a little research,

and I looked up
the cabin and the yacht,

and they are both
in Angela's name,

and they are both repossessed
by the bank.

In fact,

I have her signature on
the paperwork right there.

Mr. Moneybags
wasn't doing

as well as we thought.

And if you're lying
about their finances,

what else are you lying about?

Exactly.

Mm, so good.

And here I thought
you'd changed.

Another thing
you don't know about me.

Sometimes, I eat these things
when you're not around.

Detective price.

What hospital?

Dr. Abel to ophthalmology.

Dr. Abel, ophthalmology.

- Hey.
- Hey.

The doctor just spoke

with the family
in the waiting room.

They've placed Felicity
in a medically-induced coma

to try to reduce the swelling
in her brain.

Next 24 hours are critical.

What are you doing?

David gave me
Felicity's cell phone,

so I've been looking through
her emails and recent calls.

How did you get her password?

Her birthday's
on her medical chart,

hanging off the edge of her bed.

People really need to be
more creative

with their passwords.

Seriously.

Remind me to change
my password later.

Henry.

I need to ask David
about some of these names...

Like this one here,
Steve Saunders.

Do you know who that is?

No idea.

What about this guy,
John burgess?

Actually, yes.
I do know that name.

I just read an
article about him.

He's the, um...

Yeah, he's the ceo of a company

that owns a bunch of magazines.

They're not as big
as David's company,

but they have apparently

been on a bit of
a buying spree lately.

Hmm.

Oh, come on.

You're not even
a little impressed?

I pulled that out of thin air!

Go, munro.

I think I found something.

What is it?

It looks like someone punctured
the brake lines

of Felicity's car.

Are you sure?

Well, I'm no mechanic,

but I know
a punctured brake line

when I see one.

Is CSI there yet?

No, not yet,

but I'll send the report over

once they've swept for prints.

I want you to assign an officer
to guard Felicity's room.

I want her watched 24/7
until we know whoever did this.

Okay, I'm on it.

I got these
off of Felicity's phone.

The cfo of Colin's
company, Steve Saunders,

emailed them to her.

They're copies of watershed's
financial statements.

One set is real.
The other is a fake.

There's a 50-million-dollar
difference here.

Colin gave every appearance
of being successful

while secretly being leveraged
to the hilt.

Okay, but what does this
have to do with Ken?

Okay, stick with me
on this, all right?

What if...

Colin and Angela killed Ken,
knowing that with him gone,

David would likely give in

to Douglas and Felicity's wish
to sell the publishing business.

Right?

It's worth hundreds of millions
of dollars.

If David's children
inherit everything,

Angela gets a tidy sum
to bail Colin out.

I don't know, Maggie.

I've known Angela for years.

She just doesn't seem
the type to me.

Just received

the credit card activity
you asked for.

Two red flags
right off the bat...

A reservation for a private jet,

and a hotel reservation
in the Cayman Islands,

both made on Angela Weston's
credit card yesterday.

Interesting time
to be taking a vacation.

All right,
but think about it, okay?

David owns 100% of his company.

Angela's not going
to inherit anything

if the company is sold.

Unless...

Unless what?

Unless her father were to die.

We'd like to see Colin Miller.

I'm sorry.

Mr. Miller
is working from home today.

Is there something
I can help you with?

This is a warrant
to search the premises.

I'd like to speak
with Steve Saunders.

Right this way.

Ah, Mr. Saunders?

Detective price, sfpd.

I believe you know
Felicity Weston.

The company bled
money from day one,

but instead of listening to me,

or anyone else,

Colin refused to step back
and address his costs.

So when did you start
keeping the second set of books?

Uh, three years ago.

Colin made me keep
a second ledger,

a fake
that we would show to the banks.

Colin would be borrowing
money from one bank

to pay another.

He thought he could buy his way
out of the hole he had dug.

By the time that I realized
he wouldn't be able to,

I tried to leave.
I did...

But she threatened
to pin everything on me.

She?

Angela.

She found out about everything.

She said she would go
straight to the police

and tell them
it was all my idea.

Why didn't Angela go
to her dad for help?

Because what we were doing...

It was illegal.

So is that when
you reached out to Felicity?

No, no, she came to me.

We know each other.

She had heard a rumor

that watershed was holding

an unusually high level of debt.

Felicity said she needed proof

of what Colin was doing

for something else
she was involved in,

so I gave her
whatever she wanted.

I just wanted out.

Hey.

Look at this.

No label.

That's weird.

Does Colin take any medication?

Not that I know of.

Do you recognize what they are?

No, how about you?

No idea.

There's an easy way to find out.

This isn't over,

but you're doing the right thing
by cooperating.

These are trioxopan.
It's a heart medication.

Are you sure?

Of course.

You see that tiny imprint?

That's the pill identifier

telling you the drug
and manufacturer.

It treats conditions
like high blood pressure,

angina, hypertension,
some arrhythmias...

Okay, so,

if someone who's supposed
to be on that medication

stopped taking it,

would that be dangerous?

Every situation is different,

but in some cases,

yeah, it could be fatal.

Okay, just one more thing.

Do you happen to recognize
either of these two people?

She was just in last week.

Picked up
her father's trioxopan.

Hello?

David, it's Henry.
Are you still at the hospital?

No, no...

There's been no change
with Felicity,

so I decided to come home,
get some rest.

Is everything all right?

Can you take out
one of your heart pills?

It should be a red pill

with the letter "t"
stamped on one side.

Okay.
Hang on a second.

Huh...

That's odd.

I mean, the pills look the same,
but there's no Mark on them.

Henry, what's going on?

Okay, David,

I need you to go see
your doctor right away

and tell him

you may not have been
taking the right medication

for some time.

I'll explain more
when I see you,

but will you do that
for me right now?

Yes, of course.

Okay, I'll call you later.

Thank you.

So Colin and Angela are trying
to kill her step-father

by swapping out his medication,

but then why keep the trioxopan?

Because after David
had a fatal heart attack,

they'd have to switch
the pills back

to avoid any suspicion, right?

It would just look like
a regular heart attack.

Let's go find them.

What is going on?

We know everything, Angela.

Colin's secretary just called

and said that you had been
into the office,

and then he went crazy.

I've never seen him like this.

Where is he now?

He went into the stables.
I don't know why.

You stay with her.

Don't let her out of your sight.

What is happening, Henry?

Yeah.

I want the jet fueled
and ready to go in 40 minutes.

I'm on my way.

Henry, you have to believe me!

I admit I committed fraud,
but killing Ken?

I loved Ken!

I would never do anything
to hurt him, ever.

You've known me for years.

You really think
that I am capable

of something like that?

We have enough proof to know

that you either did it together,

or Colin acted alone.

Ken was my big brother.

He was the best,
most decent person I ever knew.

We have proof

that Colin has been swapping out
your father's medication

for some time.

He's the one that killed Ken,

and he needed your father gone
to get at your inheritance.

He was going to make it look
like a heart attack.

Is my father okay?

He's fine.
He's okay.

Listen to me, Angela.

Can I trust you
that you're not going to run?

Yes, of course.

I have nowhere to go.

Colin?

Oof!

What the...?

You've got to be kidding me.

Sorry about the tires.

Hope you've got AAA.

That's funny,

guy who brought a pitchfork
to a gun fight.

Now toss it.

Toss it!

Where's Maggie?

She's detained.

Now give me your car keys.

I don't have the keys.

It's Maggie's car.

She doesn't let me drive.

It's over, Colin.

Drop your weapon.

Put your hands behind your head.

I said, drop the weapon!

I'm warning you, detective,
I will shoot.

Even if you pull that trigger,
I'm going to get one shot off,

and I promise you,
I am deadly accurate.

Your call.

Whoa-whoa!
Whoa! Whoa!

Whoa!

I believe
you would take a bullet, Maggie,

but would you let Henry
take one?

Shoot him.

What?

I'm not kidding, detective!

I said, shoot him...

But just so you know,

if you pull that trigger,

I will shoot you.

Gah!

Barely grazed
your shoulder, Colin.

Consider yourself lucky.

You let him shoot me!

He didn't shoot you.

Yeah, but he tried,
and you let him!

Henry,

like every cop,
I keep the chamber empty.

I could tell
by the chamber indicator

that he hadn't loaded a round.

Oh.

Colin Miller, you have
the right to remain silent.

Anything you say or do

can and will be used against you

in a court of law.

Once we told Colin

that forensics
had swept his place

and found gunpowder

on the cuff of one
of his jackets,

powder that matched the
residue on the murder weapon,

he caved.

He confessed everything.

He used Angela's key
to get into the mansion,

and of course knew
both alarm codes

from watching her
use them over the years.

Why didn't Felicity come to us
right away?

Felicity didn't know what
was going on right away.

So a few months ago,

she began hearing rumors

that Colin's business
was in trouble.

Then she heard from John burgess

that Colin had been
secretly floating the idea

that David's whole company
would soon be up for sale.

That didn't make
any sense to her.

She knew Ken would never sell
the family business.

So when Ken's death started
to look less and less

like an accident,

she confronted
Colin at his ranch.

She didn't have a smoking gun,

but she spooked him.

Which is why he cut
his own saddle,

to throw us off.

It wasn't until Saunders shared
the two sets of books with her

that Felicity felt
she had enough to share with us.

Mm, interesting.

Good work, you two.

Henry, I think
you missed your calling.

You hear that?
She said I missed my calling.

Mm, I wouldn't go that far.

Oh, come on,
you've got to admit,

I'm pretty good.

Mm-hmm.

Maybe now I can get that badge.

Henry, you are not
getting a badge.

I'm so happy
to hear that, David.

Give my best to Felicity,
will you?

Okay!
You too. Bye-bye.

So Felicity's going to be okay?

She's out of the coma,

and it looks like she's going
to be just fine.

Oh, good. I'm happy
to hear that.

Are you ready
for your non-party?

Excuse me.

I'm glad you're here.

I've been thinking more
about your idea.

Okay.

I think you're right.

I think
opening up the diner again

is a great opportunity,

and you are the perfect person
to do it.

I'd be happy
to help you with it.

Really?

Yeah.

I was thinking of a name...

I'm calling it "Molly's."

It's perfect.

She would've liked it.

Yeah.

Come on.

Did I ever tell you
about my first kiss?

I don't believe you have.

Oh.

Well, bon jovi was playing
on the stereo.

I was wearing a white suit
with a blue t-shirt because...

Because you were Don Johnson
on Miami vice?

Uh, no...

Because it was
the sixth-grade dance,

and my crush, Sophie wilkerson,
had agreed to be my date.

Ooh. Big moment.

Mm-hmm. Indeed.

And?
How was it?

Well, she had braces,

but other than that,

I've got to tell you,
it was pretty good.

Oh, really?

Mm-hmm.

I see.

C'mere.

Better than me?

I'm going to need more evidence.